Belasko I shall read through your eyes for I do not believe i am allowed in the library after then incident Malchy showed him the memory of the burning book case. Deep down the bird though he herd something laughing. But he ignored it it could have easily been something outside side his mind.
Belasko made he way the Palace, and sat on an un lit torch until he was able to fly in. He flew rough the entrance once it was opened by a student or teacher he did look to see who had opened it his first thought was to go trough the owlery but that door was less likely to be opened and the door to the entrance was closer to the Library.
Belasko flew on ebony wings toward the Library and began searching the shelves.
Post by Timothy Dale on Aug 10, 2009 19:18:21 GMT -5
T. Dale, renowned explorer and a legend in some circles, was quite talented when it came to tracking, observing, and capturing (read: having nothing better to do). All manner of magical flora and fauna intrigued him, and it was with great pride that he (occasionally) rolled up his sleeves to show off the scars.
An ugly black featherbag flapping its way through the school's corridors did not manage to sneak past him; very little eluded his attention. He wasn't a master birdwatcher for being a blind shmuck, anyway.
Armed with his trusty Sir Barty's Enchanted Flycatcher ("For catching more than just flies." - Sir Barty the Troll Smasher), the third year Hugglepuff set out on an adventure.
Little did he know that this excursion would take him to one of the less savory locations in the school; the scholarly jungle known as the library. Its deceptively silent groves were known for harboring treacherous beasts, like the unspeakably dangerous Ravenclaw Bookworm and, on rare occasion, the mythical Slytherin Marauder of the Forbidden Section (said to be able to pull Gryffindor Firsties' legs off with their minds).
Timothy continued onward, the oversized pigeon never escaping him.
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2009 19:20:34 GMT -5 by Timothy Dale
PIGEON good thong Belasko can't read minds, or posts. Because such and insult wouldn't have... flown. Not very far, even without the mind of a wizard guiding him Ravens on their own where second only to the Gray Parrot. Raven's where smart that they looked and this raven knew when he was being followed by some one that wasn't exactly friendly.
Malachy a student is following us. What should I do. Malachy almost gave him the order to attack the Hufflepuff bit he didn't want the raven banned from the grounds and he didn't want that blasted shade seeing a BIRD as a threat.) if you must go into the Libraries restricted section there should be a way in via the vents. the raven looked up and saw small ventilation ducts in the ceiling. He flew up one and found himself trapped the vent did not go in the direction of the restricted section and the vent ended with a fan and nothing else. Great he was trapped but at last the Hufflepuff couldn't reach him
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2009 21:21:30 GMT -5 by Malachy
Chika was reading a book in the library today. She had deiced that it was best to read books one at a time so she wouldn't have the same indecent happen again. Chika was finally having a good study time.
Chika silently watched a a raven flew into the library. It scanned the shelves for something. That didn't matter to her it was none of her business. It wasn't bothering her so why bother it.
Chika then noticed a Hufflepuff come in after the Raven. was he trying to ketch it now that was not fair what had that raven done to him, and last time Chika checked it was ok for Birds or ravens to fly about the castle.
The Hufflepuff must have chased the raven into the vents, for the raven went into the vents. Poor raven. Chika figured she would distracted the boy and make time for the raven to go where it needed to go.
She walked up to the Hufflepuff and stood in front of him. "Hi, I'm Chika. Who are you? What are you up to"? Chika figured these questions would distract him enough for the raven. " Good luck little raven" Chika whispered under her breath.
Post by Timothy Dale on Aug 11, 2009 0:51:30 GMT -5
T. Dale, renowned tracker and a legend in some circles, was as talented in the art as he was focused. It did not, therefore, come as a surprise to anyone when the young Hugglepuff, approached by a female member of his House, returned the (obnoxiously obvious) attempt at distracting him with a cold greeting.
"Be veeewwwwy quiet," he whispered, putting a finger to his lips and craning his face out into Chika's. "I'm observing the tangential progression of a linear sequence possessing an indirect relationship with the bilateral cosine of a delta arc!" Perfect.
The idea was to befuddle Chika's pathetic female brain with a garbled spew of technical muggle terms. However, he caught his mistake far too late: though the pea-sized female brain had, for practical purposes, zero computing capacity, it is still capable of latching on to favorable sensory input. This in mind (lolpun), Timothy prayed she wouldn't ask him about "relationships" and quickly made his way past her, approaching the pigeon's last known location.
At this point, the boy observed his quarry attempting to hide out in a ventilation shaft; unfortunately for the idiotic flying penguin, its Hugglepuff pursuer had long ago mapped out and studied the various escape routes (as well as hunting and foraging locations) in the school. While Failasko apparently wasn't one to come prepared, T. Dale was.
The boy sat down and pulled a ham sammich out of his bag.
Malachy was confused but the raven wasn't he knew what he had to to, eh went to the entrance of the vent and as Timmy was grabbing something out of hie pocket the raven hopped out and landed on Timmy's over sized head.
Belasko timed what he was about to do. that ham SANDWICH was about to become very inedible. if he dared pule it to his mouth and if not if he just simply opened his mouth he would get a rather bad surprise.
ooc: for those that can't figure it out he or his sandwich is about to get pooped on. XD
Chika looked hatefully at This Hufflepuff, had he just belittled her. First telling her to be quite and then lying about what he was doing. Looking for a Raven had nothing to do with Math. What A BUTT HEAD. Chika was sure to pay him back now.
Chika walked over to the boy and stood in his path again once he Sat down. Chika was sure to give the boy a piece of her mind. " Excuse me Ye of no Brain, What You are doing has nothing to do with math and technical Muggle terms. Any one with Half a brain would know that. I guess YOU have less then half if you try to confuse me, a person who is one a muggle and two grew up encircled in math and the muggle world. YOU SIR ARE THE STUPID ONE." Chika slapped the other Hufflepuff in the face on his right Check.
"sorry little raven" Chika whispered so only the raven could hear her apologize for hitting the boy wile the raven was still on him.
Post by Timothy Dale on Aug 12, 2009 2:01:45 GMT -5
T. Dale, renowned tactician and a legend in some circles, was known for being able to turn a hopeless situation to his advantage; his closest friends were of the opinion that he was a reincarnation of Hannibal, Rommel, and that Chinese guy who wrote the Art of War.
When the blob of future pillow stuffing landed on his head and proceeded to relieve itself on his sammich, the boy's mind shifted gears and began working overtime. He had just faced an attack, which manifested itself as a gooey white puddle atop his now-ruined snack, and was about to face another - the brainless windbag from his House, rambling some gibberish about her this and her that, was just moments away from slamming her disgusting hand into his face.
The master strategist's brain spat out a battle plan: two best possible counters, and only one could be utilized. He gnawed on the inside of his lower lip as he weighed both options, then made his decision - just as his brain followed up with a third, even better idea.
Thoroughly pleased with himself, Timothy ducked just as Chika's hand swung around. Unfortunately, he could not allow himself time to laugh as the stupid girl smashed Borgarlasko's pigeony little body off his head - there was a second phase to his plan.
The ham sammich, dutifully soaking in the white gobs of turd, now found itself comfortably positioned square (Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy! get it cuz sammiches are square) in Chika's stupid, girly face.
Timothy Dale glanced over at the harassed bird, muttering a thank-you for the delightful gift it had given the Hugglepuff girl, and then armed himself once more with Sir Barty's Enchanted Flycatcher.
Post by Emma Gillespie on Aug 12, 2009 2:21:08 GMT -5
From behind the man who had so heroically ducked a smack in the face and had planted a lovely sandwhich in Chika's face came the soft, sensual touch of Emma Gillespie rubbing on this cute boy's chest. "mmmm I want some of you, you keyute boy" She began nibbling on his ear letting her breasts press against his back.
"Oh my, you taste as sweet as you look. Gimme more...."
What do you do when someone you love turns into a vamp?
Post by Timothy Dale on Aug 12, 2009 2:38:31 GMT -5
T. Dale, renowned pimp and a legend in some circles, was sick and tired of all these hoes wastin' his god damned time, yo. Niggaz gotta put them bitches in they place befo' they start thinkin' they can just walk all ova' yo ass wit' they big titties an' all that.
Well aware of the fact that the Malarky order of animals was known for pulling retarded stunts involving leaving a scene in the space of two sentences, Timothy decided he had to act fast. If he waited for the bird to respond, it would most likely assume that he was going to take an hour reacting to the lovely pair of boing-boings rubbing against his back. Doing something barely moments after it happened might seem rude, but it was necessary.
"Girl, get these things out of here. Now you get your tight lil' ass back up to the Common Room, and we can settle our differences up in my room. Papa Bear's got some things to take care of, sweetie, so you just sit tight till I can get to you. K?"
One would be left wondering, which was most unsettling? The fact that he had just switched from talking like a punk little white kid to a gangsta, or that, as soon as he finished, he snapped back to the original position he had been in before Emma's arrival.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 2:40:57 GMT -5 by Timothy Dale
First off, he realized he had missed the start of quite a few classes.
Secondly, he realized he couldn't find half of his stuff.
And now, while he studied in the library to make sure he wouldn't fall behind in classes, he some of his fellow housemates making asses of themselves.
Damn them all, he thought, closing his book. Gods damn them all.
Crimsun was a simple man, he just wanted peace and quiet to study. Was that too much to ask? Noooooo....but apparently it was for these 'Puffs. How he got sorted into a house with such nitwits was beyond him.
Climbing out of the nook by the bookshelves where he had been reading, he wasted no time with greetings and jumped straight to the get-go. "Alright, you fools, you want to cause trouble and have make love and war and hvae all your fun, go do it somewhere else. This is the library. We study here. Or at least those of us who actually care for our house do."
Spotting the rogue bird that started everything, Crimsun hefted the book he had been reading. How to Stop Your Enemies and Get Your Way it was called, dealing with some hexes and some anti-dark arts spells. Also useful for something else. "And you damned bird, get the hell out of my library," he said as he hurled the book as hard as he could towards the bird.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 12, 2009 8:30:42 GMT -5
"Arresto Momentum" The book slowed, and froze in midair. "Accio Book" It reversed direction, flying gracefully into the slender, pale hands of the Ravenclaw Prefect. "What nonsense is this? Throwing books? Birds? Eating? Having a food fight? In the Library?" Well, it seemed that it was time for her to get involved. She frowned.
"I am deeply disappointed in all of you. You could have damaged valuable books. I think twenty points from Hufflepuff will discourage such shenanigans in the future, don't you? Oh, and one thing more." Her maple wand fixed on the origin of the trouble. "Accio Belasko." The raven came to her, a little tired and bruised, perhaps, but not really worse for wear. "I will take him back to his owner. In the future, if you see him snooping about, please, tell me or one of the professors."
She walked away, Belasko held still by an Immobulus Charm. "Now you," she said once she was out of earshot. "Will tell Malachy that he is no longer a student here, got it? If he really needs someone to do research for him, I'm happy to help, so long as it isn't anything too dangerous." She approached a window, and threw it open. "Oh, and don't let me catch you around here again, unless you're delivering a letter or something like that. Now, go home! Finite" She lifted the spell on him and watched for him to fly away.
Balasko simply hopped over the hand the nearly hit him as the head went down. Then landed back on the head of the wizard. Belasko was about to do some more hopping when Morgan arrived. Belasko was about to flew to her shoulder. as soon as she stopped the book. He's like to see the kids dare to go after him when he was on her shoulder. and he cackled at the Hufflepuff's that had just lost house point but he would need to thank the one girl for at least trying to help.
Belasko communicated for its master, He's at Kihepa's Korner and he was having me take inventory really... soon he won't need me to investigate the library. Oh but he does have a letter for Mr. Windwaltz, he was gonna give it too me after my flight around the library, but Maybe you could take it more directly. Belasko was then silent preening his feathers when Malachy sent another thought. Do you know any good sources of books out side the school library?[/b][/color]
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 22:10:46 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Conor Driscol on Aug 12, 2009 22:20:59 GMT -5
Conor promptly arrived right after arriving would do nothing to help anything at all.
He calmly walked by Morgan and casually pointed his wand at the raven that just looked like a wild animal inside the school. Silently, he turned it to stone and grabbed it off of Morgan's shoulder.
"Wild animals in the school, eh? I'll let him go outside in a few minutes. You know, we should really have a custodian around here. I've never seen one."
He then turned his attention to the various students gathered in the Library, most of them Hufflepuffs.
"Oh, and, Puffers, you'll all have detention with me tomorrow evening in the Common Room. I can't believe you would lose us all of our points and then some. We'll be making Hufflepuff into something respectable tomorrow, damnit."
He nodded to the other prefect and left the Library. On his way back to the common room, he opened a window and tossed the stone bird out of it. Halfway down the fall it turned back into a normal bird. Hopefully it could fly.
Belasko was NOT a happy bird. Now what the hell made Conor think he was wild he was perched on a witch's shoulder he looked more like a pet than a wild animal and he looked like a prefects pet. Conor would be getting an ear full if he ever met up with Malachy.
Belasko wanted to fly back and give the idiot boy a good hole in the head but Malachy decided to Just reel him in. Belasko flew off to the shop and hoped that Morgan would follow.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 22:55:25 GMT -5 by Malachy
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