Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Apr 3, 2008 13:52:36 GMT -5
The cat ruffled his fur when she shot him with the spell, but he did not transform into anyone--not even Lucre.
Disappointment shrowded Teagan's features. The excited, daring gleam in her eyes faded. The cat was not a wizard in disguise... Perhaps he used one of the permanent spells that only the creator could undo? Teagan only heard of Addie ever using those illegal and experimental charms.
The head girl frowned slightly. She felt so sure... Apparently, she was slowly going insane. Teagan slid some of her fingers through her red hair, pushing it away from her eyes, and she looked away. Of course, this beautiful feline could be something else in disguise--having yellow pupils was simply not normal--but she did not know how he could be Lucre and not revert to his human form after being hit with a finite incantatem. She was sure she did not screw up with it either. No... her spell was fine.
Hmf. Drat.
She held the folded paper precariously in her pale, careful hand. She felt like she lost a battle somehow.
Perhaps she was only being too uptight.
The head girl sighed and flipped open the sheet of paper, ignoring the flirty attention-lusting overly friendly fur ball rubbing against her legs.
Her eyes narrowed as she read the little letter. So Lucre volunteered to be her shrink? She would not let him; her demons were only for her.
Teagan hesitated, staring down at the menacing little paper, thinking carefully before determining a response. The period of time it would take Lucre to reach the slytherin common room if everything went well... In fact, the time it would take him to write that letter and send it from behind Salazar Slytherin's painting (she knew where each common room was located, for better or for worse) would be too long. Not too long before, the cat was on the tower without a letter. Then, it had the letter. There was no way, even with the secret passages, that cat could have even reached the slytherin common room in that amount of time; getting there and coming back was completely improbable.
Thus, if this Balus was not Lucre, which apparently he was not, then Lucre could not have sent this from his common room.
Logically, that roué was still slinking around and still not heeding her orders, given that this letter was truly from him and he was not the cat.
Teagan read through the letter again.
If she wrote a response, then Balus would go to Lucre. Yet, even with an Invisibility Charm, the cat would be able to detect her--even if she hid her appearance, sound, and stayed a distance away, the cat would probably be able to detect her or at least smell her.
This was totally troublesome.
Out of habit, she absentmindedly scratched Balus behind his ears and along his neck, rubbing him with her long fingernails, carefully pointing her wand away from him.
Could she bribe the cat? The idea seemed almost silly. She sighed.
The head girl stretched and crossed her legs, leaving Balus alone again. She flicked her willow wand at the bottom of the parchment--she had no parchment of her own with her--and scratched out some ungainly words in capital letters:
GO TO YOUR COMMON ROOM.
After tonight, that was nearly a slogan of hers.
Teagan gently folded the paper, carefully bending and creasing the folds neatly. At least, the folding looked much better than her handwriting, right?
Disgruntled, she sighed again. Her arms slowly and calmly lifted Balus up around his middle and chest, and she quietly held him on her chest and neck, breathing slowly as to not exhale into his face. She stood up carefully--Teagan had no need or desire to hurt a supposedly innocent cat. A person--well, she would throw a person off a tower, obviously; cats were something she had a penchant for, though. According to the Animagi Potion, her own animagus was supposed to be a cat. Did that have anything to do with it?
"It's not very safe," she muttered less coldly than before, her eyes scanning the air, "out here, you know."
She offered the note back to the cat as she walked to the tower's door. Teagan peeked down the stairwell.
If Ashelle, Cobalt, or Morgan found her, then she would probably not be reported. Protégé or Forgoil might--she did not even know if the slytherin had returned or escaped from their last jaunt, and she had not spotted Forgoil for a while. One of the teachers would be more willing to turn her in.
Teagan paused. What would happen if the head girl was caught sneaking around after curfew on a night she was not supposed to patrol?
How dramatic...
The Monolayre shut the door to the top of the tower quietly, sealing the cat and her inside. She gently lowered him to the ground.
She turned her back to him--keeping defensive near a cat was too extreme, even for her--and checked the locks, snapping them into place carefully. They were probably only locked half the time, but she was not in the mood for a nosferatu to follow her in, meteor shower or not.
She heard the rain slam against the few windows, beating against them loudly, echoing their sounds down throughout the tower. With the storm outside, the room was nearly pitch black. Teagan was sure the feline would see fine, though; he would not have much trouble hunting down Lucre again.
She grabbed each of the locks and tugged them, double-checking them. Granted, anyone who used a little alohomora would be able to unlock them easily, but it was still a small deterrent.
She stepped back and gazed at what she could see of the locks once more. She expected the cat to probably be gone by when she turned back around.
No one would check up here soon, would they?
Teagan decided to make herself invisible before she left, just in case. A little scandal would just be a nuisance.
Disappointment shrowded Teagan's features. The excited, daring gleam in her eyes faded. The cat was not a wizard in disguise... Perhaps he used one of the permanent spells that only the creator could undo? Teagan only heard of Addie ever using those illegal and experimental charms.
The head girl frowned slightly. She felt so sure... Apparently, she was slowly going insane. Teagan slid some of her fingers through her red hair, pushing it away from her eyes, and she looked away. Of course, this beautiful feline could be something else in disguise--having yellow pupils was simply not normal--but she did not know how he could be Lucre and not revert to his human form after being hit with a finite incantatem. She was sure she did not screw up with it either. No... her spell was fine.
Hmf. Drat.
She held the folded paper precariously in her pale, careful hand. She felt like she lost a battle somehow.
Perhaps she was only being too uptight.
The head girl sighed and flipped open the sheet of paper, ignoring the flirty attention-lusting overly friendly fur ball rubbing against her legs.
Her eyes narrowed as she read the little letter. So Lucre volunteered to be her shrink? She would not let him; her demons were only for her.
Teagan hesitated, staring down at the menacing little paper, thinking carefully before determining a response. The period of time it would take Lucre to reach the slytherin common room if everything went well... In fact, the time it would take him to write that letter and send it from behind Salazar Slytherin's painting (she knew where each common room was located, for better or for worse) would be too long. Not too long before, the cat was on the tower without a letter. Then, it had the letter. There was no way, even with the secret passages, that cat could have even reached the slytherin common room in that amount of time; getting there and coming back was completely improbable.
Thus, if this Balus was not Lucre, which apparently he was not, then Lucre could not have sent this from his common room.
Logically, that roué was still slinking around and still not heeding her orders, given that this letter was truly from him and he was not the cat.
Teagan read through the letter again.
If she wrote a response, then Balus would go to Lucre. Yet, even with an Invisibility Charm, the cat would be able to detect her--even if she hid her appearance, sound, and stayed a distance away, the cat would probably be able to detect her or at least smell her.
This was totally troublesome.
Out of habit, she absentmindedly scratched Balus behind his ears and along his neck, rubbing him with her long fingernails, carefully pointing her wand away from him.
Could she bribe the cat? The idea seemed almost silly. She sighed.
The head girl stretched and crossed her legs, leaving Balus alone again. She flicked her willow wand at the bottom of the parchment--she had no parchment of her own with her--and scratched out some ungainly words in capital letters:
GO TO YOUR COMMON ROOM.
After tonight, that was nearly a slogan of hers.
Teagan gently folded the paper, carefully bending and creasing the folds neatly. At least, the folding looked much better than her handwriting, right?
Disgruntled, she sighed again. Her arms slowly and calmly lifted Balus up around his middle and chest, and she quietly held him on her chest and neck, breathing slowly as to not exhale into his face. She stood up carefully--Teagan had no need or desire to hurt a supposedly innocent cat. A person--well, she would throw a person off a tower, obviously; cats were something she had a penchant for, though. According to the Animagi Potion, her own animagus was supposed to be a cat. Did that have anything to do with it?
"It's not very safe," she muttered less coldly than before, her eyes scanning the air, "out here, you know."
She offered the note back to the cat as she walked to the tower's door. Teagan peeked down the stairwell.
If Ashelle, Cobalt, or Morgan found her, then she would probably not be reported. Protégé or Forgoil might--she did not even know if the slytherin had returned or escaped from their last jaunt, and she had not spotted Forgoil for a while. One of the teachers would be more willing to turn her in.
Teagan paused. What would happen if the head girl was caught sneaking around after curfew on a night she was not supposed to patrol?
How dramatic...
The Monolayre shut the door to the top of the tower quietly, sealing the cat and her inside. She gently lowered him to the ground.
She turned her back to him--keeping defensive near a cat was too extreme, even for her--and checked the locks, snapping them into place carefully. They were probably only locked half the time, but she was not in the mood for a nosferatu to follow her in, meteor shower or not.
She heard the rain slam against the few windows, beating against them loudly, echoing their sounds down throughout the tower. With the storm outside, the room was nearly pitch black. Teagan was sure the feline would see fine, though; he would not have much trouble hunting down Lucre again.
She grabbed each of the locks and tugged them, double-checking them. Granted, anyone who used a little alohomora would be able to unlock them easily, but it was still a small deterrent.
She stepped back and gazed at what she could see of the locks once more. She expected the cat to probably be gone by when she turned back around.
No one would check up here soon, would they?
Teagan decided to make herself invisible before she left, just in case. A little scandal would just be a nuisance.