Post by Felix I. Genero on Jan 22, 2008 12:21:30 GMT -5
I would like to request for anyone other then the people stated above do not reply unless you fell a great need to.
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Felix had the idea for ages now and Malachy’s suggestion only sparked the idea further. He had first read about it in a large book that Felix had found in the Wizarding Historical Fiction section of the great library. Much to his surprise it was not just another novel but a real history book of the finest detail of the wars and tales during the time of “Harry Potter”. The content was so theory base that the whole book was regarded a work of fiction and forgotten. To the young Gryffindor this was like a hidden treasure and he devoured it fast enough to even possibly to the slightest bit might make a Ravenclaw proud. He had read the tale of Harry Potter many times before, every history book had it in it, but never a in depth revelation of Harry’s father’s own little branch of mischievous life that he led in school.
The Marauders. Four friends in school creating chaos without attempting to take down any government of any kind or getting themselves killed yet still in the same time having awesome gadgets and being a caretakers nightmare. It was like a dream and Felix fantasized that he could create a group like that. The idea was forgotten as he was trying to create the ‘Anti-Rebellion’ and in the mist of it getting swept into the whole mess. Now soon after he was back to normal a boy named Malachy had come to him asking all sorts of questions. They both had plans that were so unrealistic you had to laugh. The idea was brought back to mind and, after furiously scribbling every imaginable idea about it down, he had come to a conclusion. He needed fun in his life, some adventure, some risk, some means of excitement. His prior means had always led to more trouble then fun.
He had an idea of who to ask and had talked to all of them separately to see what their opinions might be on the matter. A whole list of qualifications was in his mind and soon he had narrowed down whom he would ask. This would be the first meeting in a string of a million; A start of a brothership that would last forever. Felix was at a loss to where to meet, no place seemed safe. It would have to be a hidden secret spot, assessable, close. The only place that came to mind was the library. He had almost spent his life in the large wing of the University, here was where he first found the ideas, and here was where it would be.
A small room, hidden back in a far corner. It was the Non-fiction section of list and records of all the illegal Siberian Orange Slugger battles that were held. Now this topic is not one to interest anyone. For the Siberian Orange Slugger is basically a slug, of a dull gray color, that is about the size of a walrus. Because of the cold weather of Siberia they are frozen to look like stone. They only reason why these are of any intrest are when they are shocked with lightning they turn neon orange and become killing machines, which die as soon as the shock wares off. The fights were banned and no one wanting to risk anything for giant slugs attacking each other forgot it all together. Apparently the man who had the monopoly on the sport had a bookie that wrote down anything. The records would normally be destroyed but for some reason they found themselves a whole room inside Firefox’s library for them to collect dust and be forgotten. The entrance to the room was near the Non-Fiction, Bestiary Records. Right between the eccentric bio’s of famous dragon riders, and the even more exciting stories of a man by the name of Hagrid who wrote a whole collection of information about so many magical beast it took a giant shelf. The small dark entrance was forgotten as a crack, sandwiched between the looming shelves, and only by chance Felix found it. Instantly he thought it was perfect for secret meeting of any kind, and this group was perfect.
Felix had sent out invitation with detailed instructions to the three other Marauders. He hoped that they would not get lost and not see it but the in depth directions should be coherent enough. So many ideas and plots he had formed in his head and on his small notepad. He wished he could open up his head and watch them flow out. Pacing the small room, only lit by a candle, he waited.
[Wow.... so sorry for the really oddness of this post, half my muse is on vacation so I had to make do with what I have.]