Elorra watched Muryllis approch James and ask him some questions. Elorra studied Muryllis as he spoke to James, her face broke into a wide grin "Oh I reckonise you now" said Elorra towards Muryllis when he had finished talking, her smile never leaving her face "Your the one who had his tounge temperally removed by Profressor Hathaway as part of a detention. At least I think it was detention" said Elorra looking down for a slight bit and frowning as she thought on the matter.
Looking up again Elorra smiled and shrugged "Oh well. I'm pretty sure it was you anyway" said Elorra who then looked at James and smiled before looking at the other people in the room
"Hungry Ash?" said Elorra with a laugh as she spotted Ashelle eating a drumstick with a knife and fork.
"Yep, that's me," he laughed, suddenly remembering the event. "Indeed, that was a detention; however silly the reasons were. And you must be... Elorra, if I remember correctly? I think I may have met you somewhere, not quite sure." He had definately heard of the Gryffindor fairy, and he smiled as he realized that he was meeting this magical creature in person. As he pondered on this, forming a question about her specialist form of magic, he caught the wolfish eye of Miles; once again feeling that his wand was there, tucked ever masterfully in his sleeve, he instead began to ponder on all the endless possibilities the could lead to victory lest he was attacked. Remembering that this was the kind of area only a fool would openly attack in, he came back to reality and shifted his gaze back to Elorra.
"Tell me, Elorra... what's it like being a fairy?" He smiled as he looked down at her, noting the hints of magical features. Fairies were indeed charming creatures; he had had the honor of meeting but one before, when an aged fairy stopped at his old school on a trip to the ruins of Herculanium. She had seen some of her abilities - strikingly graceful in form, equally powerful in effect. He respected Elorra; she was different, but definately not for the worse.
Elorra's head snapped back toward Muryllis as he spoke to her and gave a small laugh as Muryllis laughed at his own memory.
"Tell me, Elorra... what's it like being a fairy?" Muryllis smiled as he looked down at her. Elorra gave a slight frown
"What's it like being a fairy?" repeated Elorra and slightly tilting her head to the right "In what why? Because there are quite a few different answers to that question and I just want to give you the correct one. That and I'm hardly ever asked that question. The one I'm mainly asked is weather I'm a real fairy or if my wings are real" said Elorra with laugh
Aednat was busy introducing herself to the other two boys and the girl, none of whom she’d met before, when James spoke to her. “I bet you guessed I would!” she laughed, “But thanks!” Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Sylph rolling her eyes and grinned as she twigged to what Sylph was saying as easily as if the girl had spoken aloud. Well, her facial expression had been pretty easy to read. In reply, Aednat scrunched her nose up and grinned, giving the tiniest of nods. Oh definitely!, she meant, but this might make for some entertainment first… Her thoughts were, at that moment, clear and easy to read- not to someone who didn’t know her, but certainly to anyone who did.
Sylph, as Aednat knew, could and would quite happily throw the boy out right now, if she decided to. Still, if Sylph could easily match the boy, imagine what the poor thing would have to deal with if he was foolish enough to try to deal with more of them. He was intelligent; he was a Ravenclaw, which was a give-away in itself, but Aednat’s keen blue eyes and her own quick mind didn’t miss how the boy was asking clever questions about the Shadows and such. She wondered if he was clever enough to know what was good for him. Perhaps not… she thought, remembering the aforementioned duel. Switching her gaze to the food as Sylph’s words rang out, Aednat helped herself to a bread roll and a glass of pumpkin juice. She too had eaten before coming, but that didn’t stop her tucking in again. Slight of figure she certainly was, but she was often hungry. Yes, Sylph had a point, but Aednat wasn’t going to complain. “Sugar quills and sherbet to follow!” she told Sylph with a wink as she passed her. Her head jerked around, curls flying, as she heard Elorra’s exclamation. Eyes danced with mirth when Muryllis laughed and admitted that his tongue had been removed as a punishment. For the first time, Aednat was truly sorry that she’d missed that class. His laugh surprised her though- she’d have guessed that such a thing would have been an embarrassment to this Ravenclaw boy who so clearly liked to show off superiority. She had been in their DADA class with him, after all.
Settling down in her chair, Aednat listened for a moment and then turned her attention away from Elorra and Muryllis. What was it like to be a fairy? Aednat had to think that it was a pretty dumb question, especially considering it came from a Ravenclaw. Elorra could tell them what specific things were like for her and from there a person could draw comparisons between being a fairy and a human by saying what the same things were like for them, but telling them what it was like to be a fairy in general was like saying “How is being a fairy different from being a human?”. Elorra had only ever been a fairy; it was all she knew. How could she say, then? It would have been like Aednat trying to tell a nymph what it was to be human- it was her whole world, and she didn’t know the world of a nymph. How could she know what to say?
Instead, she turned her attention back to the people she didn’t know. “So, are you three new students at Firefox?” she asked curiously, “Or just students I haven’t met before? Or… not students at all?” She looked at the two boys who didn’t look dissimilar and voiced her next question in quick succession in her usual enthusiastic manner. “Are you two brothers?” bg
Post by Professor O'Conner on Mar 12, 2006 18:18:59 GMT -5
"Yes actually, I've been hanging about Drakborough all day. I wasn't really sure where the bar was and I didn't want to be late." She grinned at Elorra and then ate the now cooled and nicely cut up drumstick from her plate. She then took a cup of Hot Butterbeer that was also on the table before her and sipped it.
"MMMmmmmmm!" she said, "It really was worth waiting for!" Of course she meant the Butterbeer, and the fact that she was now in third year, with all the rights to go down to Drakborough and try some. Though sometimes she wished she was at Hogwarts with her friend Ashlee, Drakborough's Butterbeer was ok too.
Sylph hackles were on the rise again. There was something really weird about this kid, and Sylph was liking him less and less by the second, and then there was something that rang strangely and disturbingly true about his next words: I personally know bits and pieces of them and their leader... tell me what you know... There was an odd choice of words if ever Sylph heard them. Personally knew them? Nah, couldn't be. A kid like Mury couldn't be associated with the Shadows, no matter how much Sylph disliked him - he was a Ravenclaw, not a Slytherin. Too smart to get involved with something ultimately destructive and evil. Probably just her paranoia playing up. So why was the nagging feeling that began when he spoke those words not going away?
As he addressed Elorra though, Sylph rolled her eyes. What kind of dumb question was that? Maybe he wasn't a Ravenclaw through and through, after all. Sylph tutted silently. What's it like to be a complete arse? she thought wryly at the troublesome boy, but didn't voice her thoughts; she didn't want to disrupt the meeting before it even started. Lazily she picked up a chicken drumstick, as Ashelle had, but with far less manners, and certainly no knife or fork. With a great bite of her teeth she tore off a large chunk of the meat and chewed on it thoughtfully, the leg resting easily in her now greasy fingers. Tried as they might, her parents had never been able to install good table manners in their daughter, not that Sylph cared.
"So," she said, having finally swallowed the mouthful, her eyes even brighter than usual - that is disturbingly and unnaturally so - and her voice authoritative. "Enough formalities. I've heard we're here for a reason, but all I know is that it something to do with opposing the bloody annoying - for lack of a more unbroadcastable word - Shadow group that've sprung up not far from here." She didn't voice her thoughts that this whole event was in vain, but Sylph knew that students didn't stand a chance against the formidable and ruthless magics of the Society. They would be squashed like bugs if they stood up to them in a full-blown battle - the Shadows were too numerous and dangerous - but what else could they do? Doing nothing was worse, and at least they might learn something useful from all of this.
"So, Jimmy," she said, turning to James with a glint in her flashing eyes. "Lead on. What've you got to tell us?"
Post by Seth Landon on Mar 13, 2006 15:36:20 GMT -5
Seth smiled at this young Irish maiden. "Why yes, in fact we are brothers. As you can see, I'm the good-looking one." He chuckled and got a jab in the ribs from his brother. "I'm still at school, but I've yet to attend a class. We just got here a week ago. Miles has already finished his education. He has a place here in Drakborough, and I believe he's looking for work. Right?" Miles knodded. " I don't know about...Alice?" He looked to her for confirmation. "We came to Spain at James's request, we had originally declined Firefox's invitation to join. But James contacted us via his "sources" in Kameons. He had attended the school for one year, I believe. He played on our need for excitement. That's how he got us here"
Seth took a swig of butterbeer, feeling it warm him from the inside out. He continued, "You see, a couple of years ago we found we had a...penchant for...heroics. We took on a demon that was plaguing America's magical community, sapping young wizards of their powers. When she came to Kameons, a few students fell prey to the Lady of Midnight, but not us! No, we kept at her until she was destroyed and sent her back to whatever horrible pit she crawled out of!"
Miles tended to be the strong and silent type, but Seth always had a flair for the dramatic.bg
Dance like you're stamping on a human face forever, love like you've been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like there's no such thing as God —Warren Ellis
Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, sci-fi cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky. —Alan Moore
Molly couldn't believe she was late. She had met this nice Irish-English boy named James, and he apparently had been impressed with something she did, because he had invited her to join him and others at Joker's Bar on Friday at five o'clock for some sort of "opportunity." She had been delighted at the time, but now she couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't all some put on. I sure hope it wasn't some joke, he seemed so nice. Ah, here's the place.
The lycaness stopped in front of the pub. There was no one out here. Figures. She heard voices from inside and decided to go in. There were quite a few people here and— No way. Not here. I can't believe it!
She marched briskly up to this quite familiar face and glomped him in the back of the head. "Miles Landon! You big idiot! Why the hell didn't you tell me you were in Spain?!"bg
Post by Miles Landon on Mar 13, 2006 16:48:45 GMT -5
Miles rubbed the back of his head where he had been hit. "Hey! Just who do you think you ar—" When he saw who it was, his face brightened. "Molly! Oh, my God! It's so good to see you!" He got up and hugged her, lifting her up at the same time. He didn't kiss her, he found that was best avoided if she was angry. He hoped the hug would at least soften her up.
He put her down and proceeded to explain."Me and Seth have only been here a week you see. In fact I was thinking the other day 'Why don't I write to Molly?'" He chuckled nervously, as if to say How 'bout that? at the same time as Don't hurt me please, I'm sorry. His girlfriend was one of the few people he feared. She had a firey temper, in addition to being a fellow lycan.bg
Chuckling to himself when he realized the silliness of his question, Muryllis smiled at Elorra again. "Forgive that, I guess too much pumpkin juice before a walk to Drakborough gives it a chance to ferment. Indeed, being a student of magic, I guess it wouldn't be so bad to begin by asking about your unique style of magic. I am assuming you are also able to use the human magical form - how does it compare in essence to fairy magics?" Truly, magic was a very intriguing subject to Muryllis; after all, there was so much he didn't know, and knowledge was one of his driving forces.
His mouth formed a grin as he caught, out of the corner of his eye, the image of Sylph pigging out over a drumstick. Contrast is so amazingly fun to pick at, he pondered, shifting his gaze suddenly to a different spectacle. There was another boy - obviously of school age, but Muryllis could not see his house badge - telling flavorfully of his own adventures fighting demons. Interesting - I should have a chat with him later on, noted Muryllis, his grin forming into another chuckle as he watched a frazzled-looking girl smack the aforementioned kid across the head, noting in disbelief at his presence in Spain. "This should be a rather interesting meeting," he mumbled, returning his gaze to Elorra.
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Mar 13, 2006 17:25:43 GMT -5
"Jimmy... I like that." He smiled at Sylph."You're right, on to business. So..." He began to pull out the files he had gotten from his father's colleague, when Molly burst in.
He witnessed the whole scene between her and Miles. He was amused by it all. "So I take it you two know each other?" Miles nodded nervously.
"I think this'll have to wait until afterwards, I'd really like to get on with this." He cleared his throat. "Alright, so what do we know about the Society of Shadows? They are quite possibly the most dangerous Dark group since Voldemort and the Death Eaters. They are led by a Count Robinson Antares Scorpius. They are without a doubt responsible for the attack on Triangle Tunnel. I was there and witnessed the death and destruction." He was directing this to Muryllis, who seemed to have been living under a rock.
He brought out the files in his coat. "These files contain everything my father, John Mustang, gathered on Scorpius and his dealings before his death two-and-a-half weeks ago. I will share all of this with each and every one of you in good time."
"What you all must be thinking is 'How are a bunch of teenage wizards and witches supposed to take on powerful Dark Wizards like the Shadows?' I will admit, from your point of view it must look hopeless. But, there is hope. A couple of people have already heard some of this, but I will repeat it for those that have not. Since the age of five my father had been grooming me to an Auror. Not just any Auror, one of the top elite. I have trained with the greatest wizards and witches, far and wide. Masters of their craft. They showed me paths of magic you most likely will never learn in any school. And now, I hope to share it with you lot."
"I will show you advanced magicks the likes of which you've never seen. I will teach you martial arts, to make you deadly even without a wand, able to stop your opponent without casting a spell, without even being touched. I will turn each and everyone of you a secret weapon."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Mar 13, 2006 17:55:49 GMT -5
Ashelle had just been about to refuse. She'd been about to say Sorry I only deal in the (at least) four legged kind of monster. Company Policy. Unfortunately for her James (Jimmy) had just said the magic word. Or rather the magic phrase
I will Teach you
Ashelle had been searching for quite a while for a new Master. Kezaa had been there for so long, it was very hard for her when he left. Her Gryffindor spirit that he had brought out had quickly faded, leaving only her Slytherin sense of Clan and Pride.
You don't need to save anyone but yourself, say alive and one day you will be Great.
It wasn't easy to live like a shadow, but it was easier than dieing like a hero. Then she'd come here and found in the Transfiguration Teacher a new Role Model, but they had yet to have a Session together. Ashelle had begun grasping at straws. Just as she thought she aught to go home and fins some tutors, Chance and Fate seemed to have brought James into her life.
James (Jimmy) Mustang, with his magic words 'I will teach you'
"Er-" said Ashelle knowing her excuse for leaving was now a problem for her staying. "You'll have to contact the BFC. I am a Ninth degree Assassin for them. We only track and deal with Renegade Beasts. However if you get their permission I'm sure I can participate in these activities. If you write them a letter I'll be glad to send it on for you."bg
Elorra was about to answer Muryllis when James spoke up. Telling them what and why he had called them here.
"So, any questions?" James asked.
Elorra looked at James and leaned over towards his ear "Umm... Do I have to use a wand?" whispered Elorra, a hint of embarrasment in her voice. It was true, Elorra was embarrassed that she couldn't use a wand. Oh she had been taught to use a wand and 'human magic' as Muryllis had put it, but she wasn't very good. She had always preffered to use her own branch of magic. It came so much easier to her.
Aednat laughed as Seth joked, enjoying the easy humour. “Well travelled our James is, among other things!” she smiled, cocking an eyebrow. Kameons- it wasn’t a European school, as far as she knew. American? Possibly. She thought the name sounded vaguely familiar- she might have read it somewhere.
Yet another laugh escaped her at Seth’s dramatic re-telling of his story. She didn’t try to keep the bubble of laughter in, but probably wouldn’t have been able to had she tried. His story was interesting, but the guy certainly liked to tell a story with drama! “Modest, aren’t you?” she teased, truthful as usual, but in genuine good humour. “What house are you in then?” She had to ask, for the boy had mentioned that he was a student and yet she didn’t know what house he belonged to. Curious as ever, that just wouldn’t do for Aednat! Any conversation was cut off, however, by the arrival of a girl, clearly fired up about something. Enjoying watching the scene between the two, Aednat grinned appreciatively. It was amusing. Something made her eyebrow rise again though- was that another Irish accent she had heard? No… it couldn’t be! Not another fellow Éireannach, surely. It would be too much to be probable at all- including herself, she knew of at least five people here who were either Irish or had Irish connections. However, Aednat wasn’t known as a total dreamer or a serious optimist for nothing. Improbable though it might have been, Aednat fully expected that she was right, and hoped so.
“Irish?” she asked, but got no further. Sylph wanted to get down to business, and Aednat had to laugh at her friend’s authoritative tone. She was right though, so Aednat duly shut up and stopped talking- a rarity in itself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t listen or wasn’t a good listener- in fact, she was… it was just that she rarely stopped chatting or singing unless there was a need to do so. She liked noise. Not necessarily noise of her own making- she preferred conversation with another party. Still, her noise was better than no noise. The thought made her laugh again, although this time she kept it quieter.
Sitting up straight once James started speaking, Aednat soaked up every word. Possibly the most dangerous group since the Death Eaters. Great. Fantastic. A sympathetic look shot out from her as he mentioned his father’s death again, but once more she sensed that he didn’t want to dwell on the subject, so she let him continue without interruption. Some of his words were to her liking. In fact, most were so. She still wasn’t convinced that they could, even combined and trained, successfully take on the Shadows, but she knew she’d try anyway. And James was right- there was always hope.
Hope springs eternal.
Before she had a chance to react, Ashelle already was. Aednat looked at the girl, an unidentifiable expression on her face. That was yet another rarity- Aednat wasn’t all too bad at hiding her emotions when she chose to, but once more, she seldom did. She didn’t see the point. Usually, anyone who knew her could read her like a book. Perhaps the reason she wasn’t so clearly understood this time, though, was because she genuinely didn’t know what to think. She hadn’t forgotten about Ashelle’s status as a Hunter- it would have been hard to, especially considering certain Lycan-related events that had taken place at MH. It hadn’t been on her mind though. Suddenly, she felt a little pity for the girl. Aednat would hate not to be her own master, not to make her won decisions on whom she would or wouldn’t fight for. She was here because she wanted to be here, she’d help because she wanted to. If she chose to leave, she could have. It wasn’t like that for Ashelle. Aednat couldn’t have dealt with having to ask permission regarding who she could pledge her support to. Even just for that reason alone, she knew she’d never make a Hunter.
Pity, though, was something that she knew would be an insult to Ashelle. It would wound her pride, Aednat guessed. Thinking that, she turned so that her face was hidden from the Irish Hunter until her features, once more, bore no recognisable emotion. Then one the other girl had finished speaking, she slid off her stool and walked past James. “All this serious business has made me thirsty,” she joked. “Anyway, James my dear, you will not, under any circumstances, turn me into a secret weapon.” Poking him as she passed him, she continued, her voice light and easy and the amusement in it clear. She was joking, but nonetheless her words contained an element of seriousness. “All of those things sound marvellous, and believe me; I want to learn them all. All of them! But… a machine has no heart, no feelings. I will not be a machine. I’m all eager to have parts of me that are secret-weapon-like… and to have the abilities of a secret weapon… but I’m no machine, my dear. Even if I wanted to be, I just wouldn’t be able.” It was true- she’d fail miserably. If one had to describe Aednat in one word, that word might have been passionate, or perhaps enthusiastic. (Unless one asked Sylph, in which case it might just have been hyper). She threw herself into everything, and she was always overjoyed in her happiness. Sorrow, too, hit her like a ton of bricks when it came. Anger…well, that was just scary.
But Elorra had spoken now, and Aednat smiled at the fairy. She was pretty sure that James would have no problem with her using her fairy magic. “The more variety the better, right?” she smiled, grabbing a plate and dishing food on. bg
Thanks Hayz! ^_^
...gypsy out of nowhere... ...tinkerbell out of the blue...
Turning away from Elorra, Muryllis proceeded to listen to James as he gave his beginning speech. Leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, he could say he was impressed; at least, from what the words told him, this Mustang fellow had quite a bit of knowledge and experience under his belt. Unbeknownst to him, however, Muryllis was half-listening, half-thinking about his own education from wizards far greater than anyone could possibly imagine.
'Since the age of five my father had been grooming me to an Auror. Not just any Auror, one of the top elite.'
His words were cute - but did they mean anything? Indeed, with Dark Lord Vlad on the side of the Society, Muryllis did not have trouble keeping a serious face - he was truly worried about the safety of this kid; not just of his life, but of his soul. "I do not doubt your magical abilities, James - in fact, I truly admire them," and he did, noting with approval the promise of wonderful teachings, "however, are you sure that even with the knowledge you have and may pass onto us we may be a match against the Society? Lord Voldemort of the old days had a legion of Death Eaters loyal to him - with a bit of logic, one can safely assume that the Count Scorpius should have a greater force, and greater methods; after all, wise men tend to learn from their mistakes, as they do from the mistakes of others - the demise of Voldemort surely set an example to Scorpius and any other evil that may be about today."
Whatever the others may have thought, he was definately trying to get a reasonable point across. Indeed, Muryllis was past 'false information'; evil had not penetrated into him, nor would it ever, and he was concerned about the safety of these mere kids before him. Surely, he had pledged loyalty to Scorpius and the Society - but Muryllis did not plan on leading his friends (however cruel they may be, he reasoned, glancing at Sylph) blindly into the jaws of a force unimaginably greater than they could prepare themselves for. It simply wasn't honorable.
However, he did look foreward to what James was willing to teach this group - pushing aside the idea of acting as a spy for Scorpius, Muryllis grinned eagerly at the prospect of even more knowledge; knowledge was one of his driving forces, and though Syrus was in the process of filling his mind with all kinds of goodies, extra lessons never hurt anyone.
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