Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 7:56:46 GMT -5
"Listen up!" The sixteen year old prefect's british voice demanded anyone who heard it to stop and listen as he climbed up on a table. "See this?" He pointed to his prefect badge on his robe. "This means i'm the prefect for the esteemed house of Slytherin, after whom this school is named. My name is Phugsius Charadus. Now, you all are my responsibility. Anyone of you blokes coming in late answers to me! Besides that don't do any dumb shit. We aren't those dumb wankers from Gryffindor. Keep your heads about you, and if ANY of you think your going to bring Dragons or Lycans or Hell itself in here you're sorely mistaken. Any questions?" The Young man stared out at the group of Fellow snakes around him meeting each ones gaze with his own.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Jul 28, 2009 14:15:32 GMT -5
"So what's the policy on those of us who stick around this dump, when you're much too young to stop them?" A quite voice accompanied a small lopsided smirk from a teen resting against a wall nearby. He grinned, flashing white teeth momentarily and flicking his hair from shadowing over his eyes and looking up to where the younger student demanded attention. "I simply ask because, well, there are those of us who won't be under this glorified rule of yours for more than... oh, well maybe one or two more days," he added, his voice polite only to the edge of irritated swelling around his words. He glanced in the general direction of his cousin, nodding in indication to them both and the few others of their years who seemed to have survived.
"See, could we not, accidently slip out of line in these minutes? And would you take the points or give the punishments to us? It would risk your neck far more than ours," he smiled, his expression feigning the curious innocence of a child in play. He kicked off from the wall, adjusting his muggle clothing as he did so and stopping a few feet away with a tiny sneer of distaste curling his lips back over his teeth. "I for one have little to no intention of leaving after I graduate, and then, what power do you have over me?" he whispered heatedly, glaring up at the boy, Phugsius.
Clenching and unclenching his fist at the mention of creatures, the animagus brushed a strand of ebony away and tucked it behind his ear. "You are our prefect, sir, not our idiotic 'leader'," he growled, slightly put out at the insignificance of being stood next to someone high above on a tabletop, "Make sure your head is kept as wise as ours, Phugsius. We know what you can cost us without any help. Don't shame yourself as a half-shabby Felix-wannabe."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 15:13:23 GMT -5
Of course, it was going to be Shadonius who spoke up. The boy seemed to have a clever wit about him but none of it put to any good use. Shadonius had apparently decided to question him. Phugsius' eyes narrowed and a clever smirk appeared across his face. Ok, the new prefect was willing to play Shadonius' game. "So, Shadonius Clearwater-in-his-pants, You're intending to stick around are you? Make a big nuissance of yourself? Well let me tell you and anyone who thinks that i'm "much too young" to stop them." The young man drew his wand and swirled it in the air before quickly flicking it toward Shadonious. His hair became a radiant hot pink color with yellow stripes. "Try me. If any of you blokes are feeling so bold as to cause trouble in your remaining days you will wish I was any other prefect who just wines to the headmaster about disobedient students or ex-students..." With that his eyes shifted to Shadonius. With another wave of his wand Shadonius' hair was back to it's original color.
Phugsius glanced around the room his eyes falling back onto Shadonius. "And as for being a Felix wannabe, he wishes he was even near as good as I am" He let a brief silence take the room. "Any more questions?"
Malachy Sat silently on the sofa. Grinning at the mention of dragons. at that declaration Bloodwing apears curled up. His transparent body pressing up against and in some places phasing through the dark stone wall of the dungeons. His head was raised just above Malachy. Then in his low powerful voice the Draconian ghost spoke, "Who would stop me from entering whether I was alive or dead? A hatchling like you? BAH! and last i checked you don't have the authority or the balls to tell me where I can and cannot go, and have me respect you enough to obey."
Malachy wanted to scratch the giant chin the was hanging over him but refrained. "You know its sad when you you get Shadow to make a point worth listening to. I'll only be staying till i find my own place but I will be graduating and then I'll be alumni. Something that has as much authority, in some cases, as you. I don't know about the other houses but in this one before you become respected you have to earn it prefect or not, and you have a log way to go."
The Malachy opened his eyes and and looked up at Phug. And don't go around threatening use with loosing house point. I only lost 50 you lost four times that many on one go." He pulled out and flick his wand in on quick motion. "Locamotor table" The table Phug was standing on suddenly jolted and shifted a foot to Malachy's right
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Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 15:46:31 GMT -5
With a quick flick of his wand the giant fucking dragon ghost shifted into a giant fucking bunny ghost. "I may have lost us 200 points but I got it back, and then some" He grinned as he watched the bunny ghost. His table suddenly shifted under him and he fell side ways into a cart wheel as the table's legs shrunk making a ramp. He landed on the ground, he suddenly looked a little pissed. "I understand I need to earn your respect, but I won't tolerate disrespect either. If that's a problem for any of you, I suggest you take your heads out of your arses"
The transfiguration didn't last long. Se Bloowing is a ghost, the astral progection of a creature that is no longer alive. So bloodwing reverted back to his drsaconic self in only a few moments and he was PISSED. In fact Bloodwing reappeared with his mouth open in Phug's direction. It was obvious that if he had lungs and a physical body Phug would be a pile of ash right now, if that. "Malachy make me solid so i can teach this human the proper respect one should show around dragons"
Malachy rolled his eyes. "No, if i made you solid you would kill him and squish us all this isn't exactly the place for a creature of your size. Still, Phug this dragon is after the same thing you are what do you have against him? He's done noth but exist, and blow up a bookshelf. But you seen to be against him at every turn. See I'm conected to this ghost and removing him would hurt or as far as I know kill me. So why don't you learn some tolerance." He flicked his wand at shad and turned his hair black again. "If you want our lack of disrespect then show us respect."
With another flick the table moved to the left back to where it was originally.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 17:05:19 GMT -5
"Good, then we reach an understanding, and your dragon is a menace. Him and I may be after the same goals but, dragons are a danger regardless, and I just don't like them" Phugsius flicked his wand and the dragon ghost turned into a hippopotamus ghost. "A fire breathing hippopotamus, now that's an animal ghost i wouldn't mind having around". The prefect let out a haughty laugh and walked into the dorm room his robe flowing gracefully behind him with each step. He grabbed a book out of the chest at the end of his bed and began to read. The book was called The Tempest by Shakespeare. He thought it was odd how no one wondered why he was suddenly not the twelve year old everyone knew, but was now sixteen.
Vlad was confused. Ever since this new 'prefect' or whatever had come down to the dungeons, no one was asking the really important questions. He'd been waiting on the older guys to ask, but it seemed it was up to him.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked impudently. "Like, you kind of look like this little kid from our house, but you..." He gestured up and down the boy's frame to make his point: this was no kid. "Besides, there's no way Windwaltz would make some little kid Prefect. So, are you like a newbie or something? And, if that's true, how can you already be prefect? What, did you save Windwaltz's life or something?"
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 17:31:13 GMT -5
Phugsius looked over his book at th boy who was addressing him. "My name is Phugsius Charadus and I... am your new prefect" a sly grin crossed his face as he eyed the boy. "Apparently the headmaster was impressed with my courage and my wit. That's why I'm here. And yes I am that little kid that you probably remember"
"Funny, I had already gethered the bit about you being the prefect, even thought you were being so subtle about it." Vlad's tone was not so much dripping with sarcasm as marinating in it. Something about this guy really bugged him. Maybe it was his oh-so-humble-and-modest attitude. Oh, yeah...that was it.
He continued his little rant, " Besides, what are you playing at? How in the world could you be that kid? He was at least a foot shorter than you. Besides which, he was a damned nuisance...Oh. Well, I guess somethings never change." He smirked at his own sly remark.
"Whatever, enjoy your joke. Like Windwaltz could be impressed by the 'wit' of a moron like you."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 18:07:22 GMT -5
"Well my wit fooled every last one of you into thinking was twelve years old. If i'm a moron, what does that say about you?" The boy turned the page of his book and continued reading. "Either way we're all on the same side here so I don't see what tearing my head off will accomplish"
"Well at least you're right about something," Rioku said loudly. The only female Slytherin present had been watching the antics of the soon to be ex-Slytherins with a smirk. Traditional Slytherin antics, true, but rather childish. Having effectively drawn attention to herself, Rioku stepped a little closer, not bothering to stand on a table. She wasn't an idiot.
"We all are one House. Which means we should work together," Rioku said, staring at Malachy and Shadonious pointedly. "In-House rivalries are the last thing we need. If you wanna screw with some people, go bother some of the other Houses. Seriously. Because right now, except for this guy," she said, jerking her thumb at Vlad, "you're all acting like you've got your heads up your ass."
Satisfied, Rioku crossed her arms over her chest, and stared around. "Anyone else want to cast some childish spell or boast? Because I'm sure that will help our reputation. You're Slytherins, you idiots. The best of the best."
She glowered at them. "So act like it. Instead of like a bunch of bloody five year olds."
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