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lazykitty · 03-08-2021, 04:55 PM

Ruh-roh

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Nem waited. And waited. And waited longer still, until students began answering the next question, Bernadette included. They turned their head to look at her properly now, more than a glance, the first steady stare they'd given her since before she'd been locked away. As it happened, they did have something to say, but not about her answer, not about the question, or Polyjuice Potion at all. Nor about that Stover kid's previous answer - though he should have known it was never going to happen. It did concern him in another way, however.

With no indication as to what they were about to do, Nem drew their wand from its holster before wordlessly sending a spell each towards Yoon and Stover from their spot at the back of the room. Simple stuff, really, hexes which would send both boys briefly face first into their desks with a good amount of force, as though slammed forwards. A shove for a shove.

Nem calmly got to their feet, casually reholstering their wand, and turned their attention to the professor. They spoke politely, but equally as coolly as she had spoken to them.

"Sorry to interrupt, Professor Varma, but it seems I wasn't clear enough. Do you see this pin?" Nem tapped their long, spidery index finger on the item in question, a pin shaped into a hand holding a wand with lightning issuing from its tip, which they'd fixed to the front of their robes. "I'm wearing this because I am a member of the Inquisitorial Squad, and helping to maintain order." As they'd said: one never knew who might be watching. Funny, how few people failed to really think about that, despite constant reminders. "It should be obvious by now, that leniency and favouritism towards muggle-born students is not tolerated, it isn't a choice for you to make. Falling in line is expected of everyone. First and last warning, professor; I'm just as capable as the rest of the Squad." It was clear that the hints weren't really doing the trick, but spelling things out over and over was just so crass.

Now that they'd said what they wanted to say, Nem retook their seat once more, graciously allowing the lesson to continue. No worries about return fire; one yell was enough for back-up, and then it wouldn't be Nem who suffered the consequences.

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Originally Posted by pundantic

Kale had lots of feelings about Polyjuice Potion and how it could be abused. One of the best wizard plays he ever saw was like a switcheroo tragic romance involving the potion. It ended in a battlefield of broken hearts and, like, one of the saddest monologues ever.

Polyjuice was only used to deceive so of course it could be used for nefarious purposes. And he was revving up to explain these feelings at length when Nem opened their mouth. Something in his stomach churned. Stupid. Totally Gryffindor and ill-advised.

Oof. THIS DUDE. This not-bro-but-he-had-TRUSTED-to-be-his-bro dude. “My Dad liked you. Traitor.”

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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose

William had just finished giving his answer. It was dumb answer. A Basic answer. Could he take that one back too? It was a foolish thought but he did what he could. He was trying to enjoy Potions same as he would Muggle Studies in these trying times. He continued to try and keep the smell of the Polyjuice Potion from gently wafting into his nose so he scooched in his seat back just a bit.

And just as he did He felt his face go forward at a rather fast speed right into the corner of the table. Not flat onto it's surface... the corner. The painful corner. "OW!" He yelped as he grabbed at his forehead. Same spot where the slightest bit of Liar was now fading away. The pain was sharp and he felt his forehead throbbing like he had a painful migraine without the migraine part of it. It was like someone stuck a heart next to his brain and said Eh good enough

There was a nice small gash right where it met the corner of the table too. A bit of blood was trickling down his forehead. Some of it sliding into his lips from the wound. So now he had a taste of iron and that awful smell.

Oh also...Moose was MAD like MAD MAD!! He had repressed it so much since getting tossed into that room, it was so much easier to be compliant and scared. Being made to think he was a worthless piece of trash and he believed it. Moose was an ANGRY worthless piece of trash. He was going to ignite. Literal Garbage Fire. He shot up from his seat and sent Nemesis an intense glare. He wasn't sure he could ever get this mad again. "You can go take your shiny new pin and choke on it!"
Moose was seething.

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Originally Posted by Inquisitorial Squad

If ever there was a need to check the calendar, it was now. March, was it? Seven months. Nearly a year. Harsh Lockdown.

My.

Their great leader had not been wrong when he said some of the children did not and would not learn. Some questioned him, though not openly, on his decision to leave them alive and during this potions class, they did so all the more. It was of course the usual suspects. Always.

The Nemesis child was to be the transition, the first warning to settle before it got more severe. They bore the pin. To not respect it, was to not respect them. These children sealed their own fate here today.

With a few scribbles on paper, the hood figures ducked out of the dungeon classroom. They would be back.

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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

No, his reasoning for turning in to Albus Dumbledore was not because of his long beard. But he couldn’t exactly say the true reason either . So he chose to ignore the Professor’s question, pretending that he had heard it as a statement or whatever.

”The danger with Polyjuice Potion is th——“ he could not finish his sentence for his face was suddenly shoved hard against the surface of his desk. He yelled in both pain and confusion and surprise as his nose made contact and as he looked back up he had to hold on to his face. Nosebleed. He turned around, his eyes livid as he searched for whoever had attacked him and also seeing Moose getting attacked at the same time, when Nemesis stood up.

He had always thought that their was something off about them but now that they literally announcing to everyone in the classroom that they were part of Rosier’s stupid fan club, Minjae’s suspicion had been confirmed. And then as all the stress over the past year, all of his anger, his hatred for the Neo-Alliance was rushing through him and he …..laughed.

It was humorless though. Void from any positivity that was usually associated with laughter as he took out his wand and pointed it at the Slytherin. He did not use it though. ”Attacking a CHILD, Upstead?” he said, raising his voice as he glared daggers at them. ”Behind his back?!” he wanted to check up on the little muggleborn but he also did not want to take his eyes off of Nemesis even if they had pocketed their wand and pointed to their stupid badge. ”Ah! i guess you fit right in then don’t you? You coward” was he afraid of them? No…yes…maybe….a little…no …NO!

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Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier

He was already heading down to the dungeons, on a supply run of sorts when he ran into the Inquisitorial Squad. At first, the man thought nothing of them wandering the corridors. They were the law in his absence and needed to maintain regular patrols. He was set to walk by them and continue on his way when one held out a hand for him to stop.

Wordlessly, a piece of parchment was extended to him. Wordlessly, he took it. Lucien read the parchment, his posture straightening by the time he got to the end.

This...this really wasn't working, was it? Keeping them for bargaining chips, they were devaluing by the second. The Headmaster decided he would handle this one himself, accio-ing a few...useful things from his office before proceeding into the potions classroom.

"Varma." He said curtly. The man would deal with her later for being unable to maintain order in her own class. There were methods she could've used long before it escalated.

Silently, the Headmaster moved to the front of the room, a near palpable chill coming off him as he passed by the students. The report was pretty clear but he would like to ensure he got in it full. Rather than look at any of the aforementioned names, Lucien looked to Upstead. "What happened? Names, I want full names." He would show them what continued defiance got them.

03-08-2021, 04:55 PM	#22 (permalink)
lazykitty DMLE & DMAC Ramora Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Valhalla Posts: 5,651 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kalie Carter-Hope Gellar Hufflepuff Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Ronan Victor Carter Law Enforcement Ministry RPG Name: Alfred Ludovic Devereaux Accidents & Catastrophes x7 x4	Dem Carters \| even 🕊🕊 have pride \| \| Expecto PAWtronum 🐈 \| U-NA-GI Ruh-roh Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Nem waited. And waited. And waited longer still, until students began answering the next question, Bernadette included. They turned their head to look at her properly now, more than a glance, the first steady stare they'd given her since before she'd been locked away. As it happened, they did have something to say, but not about her answer, not about the question, or Polyjuice Potion at all. Nor about that Stover kid's previous answer - though he should have known it was never going to happen. It did concern him in another way, however. With no indication as to what they were about to do, Nem drew their wand from its holster before wordlessly sending a spell each towards Yoon and Stover from their spot at the back of the room. Simple stuff, really, hexes which would send both boys briefly face first into their desks with a good amount of force, as though slammed forwards. A shove for a shove. Nem calmly got to their feet, casually reholstering their wand, and turned their attention to the professor. They spoke politely, but equally as coolly as she had spoken to them. "Sorry to interrupt, Professor Varma, but it seems I wasn't clear enough. Do you see this pin?" Nem tapped their long, spidery index finger on the item in question, a pin shaped into a hand holding a wand with lightning issuing from its tip, which they'd fixed to the front of their robes. "I'm wearing this because I am a member of the Inquisitorial Squad, and helping to maintain order." As they'd said: one never knew who might be watching. Funny, how few people failed to really think about that, despite constant reminders. "It should be obvious by now, that leniency and favouritism towards muggle-born students is not tolerated, it isn't a choice for you to make. Falling in line is expected of everyone. First and last warning, professor; I'm just as capable as the rest of the Squad." It was clear that the hints weren't really doing the trick, but spelling things out over and over was just so crass. Now that they'd said what they wanted to say, Nem retook their seat once more, graciously allowing the lesson to continue. No worries about return fire; one yell was enough for back-up, and then it wouldn't be Nem who suffered the consequences. Quote: Originally Posted by pundantic Kale had lots of feelings about Polyjuice Potion and how it could be abused. One of the best wizard plays he ever saw was like a switcheroo tragic romance involving the potion. It ended in a battlefield of broken hearts and, like, one of the saddest monologues ever. Polyjuice was only used to deceive so of course it could be used for nefarious purposes. And he was revving up to explain these feelings at length when Nem opened their mouth. Something in his stomach churned. Stupid. Totally Gryffindor and ill-advised. Oof. THIS DUDE. This not-bro-but-he-had-TRUSTED-to-be-his-bro dude. *“My Dad liked you. Traitor.”* Quote: Originally Posted by Uncle Moose William had just finished giving his answer. It was dumb answer. A Basic answer. Could he take that one back too? It was a foolish thought but he did what he could. He was trying to enjoy Potions same as he would Muggle Studies in these trying times. He continued to try and keep the smell of the Polyjuice Potion from gently wafting into his nose so he scooched in his seat back just a bit. And just as he did He felt his face go forward at a rather fast speed right into the corner of the table. Not flat onto it's surface... the corner. The painful corner. "OW!" He yelped as he grabbed at his forehead. Same spot where the slightest bit of Liar was now fading away. The pain was sharp and he felt his forehead throbbing like he had a painful migraine without the migraine part of it. It was like someone stuck a heart next to his brain and said Eh good enough There was a nice small gash right where it met the corner of the table too. A bit of blood was trickling down his forehead. Some of it sliding into his lips from the wound. So now he had a taste of iron and that awful smell. Oh also...Moose was MAD like MAD MAD!! He had repressed it so much since getting tossed into that room, it was so much easier to be compliant and scared. Being made to think he was a worthless piece of trash and he believed it. Moose was an ANGRY worthless piece of trash. He was going to ignite. Literal Garbage Fire. He shot up from his seat and sent Nemesis an intense glare. He wasn't sure he could ever get this mad again. "You can go take your shiny new pin and choke on it!" Moose was seething. Quote: Originally Posted by Inquisitorial Squad If ever there was a need to check the calendar, it was now. March, was it? Seven months. Nearly a year. Harsh Lockdown. My. Their great leader had not been wrong when he said some of the children did not and would not learn. Some questioned him, though not openly, on his decision to leave them alive and during this potions class, they did so all the more. It was of course the usual suspects. Always. The Nemesis child was to be the transition, the first warning to settle before it got more severe. They bore the pin. To not respect it, was to not respect them. These children sealed their own fate here today. With a few scribbles on paper, the hood figures ducked out of the dungeon classroom. They would be back. Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi No, his reasoning for turning in to Albus Dumbledore was not because of his long beard. But he couldn’t exactly say the true reason either . So he chose to ignore the Professor’s question, pretending that he had heard it as a statement or whatever. ”The danger with Polyjuice Potion is th——“ he could not finish his sentence for his face was suddenly shoved hard against the surface of his desk. He yelled in both pain and confusion and surprise as his nose made contact and as he looked back up he had to hold on to his face. Nosebleed. He turned around, his eyes livid as he searched for whoever had attacked him and also seeing Moose getting attacked at the same time, when Nemesis stood up. He had always thought that their was something off about them but now that they literally announcing to everyone in the classroom that they were part of Rosier’s stupid fan club, Minjae’s suspicion had been confirmed. And then as all the stress over the past year, all of his anger, his hatred for the Neo-Alliance was rushing through him and he …..laughed. It was humorless though. Void from any positivity that was usually associated with laughter as he took out his wand and pointed it at the Slytherin. He did not use it though. ”Attacking a CHILD, Upstead?” he said, raising his voice as he glared daggers at them. ”Behind his back?!” he wanted to check up on the little muggleborn but he also did not want to take his eyes off of Nemesis even if they had pocketed their wand and pointed to their stupid badge. *”Ah! i guess you fit right in then don’t you? You coward”* was he afraid of them? No…yes…maybe….a little…no …NO! Quote: Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier He was already heading down to the dungeons, on a supply run of sorts when he ran into the Inquisitorial Squad. At first, the man thought nothing of them wandering the corridors. They were the law in his absence and needed to maintain regular patrols. He was set to walk by them and continue on his way when one held out a hand for him to stop. Wordlessly, a piece of parchment was extended to him. Wordlessly, he took it. Lucien read the parchment, his posture straightening by the time he got to the end. This...this really wasn't working, was it? Keeping them for bargaining chips, they were devaluing by the second. The Headmaster decided he would handle this one himself, accio-ing a few...useful things from his office before proceeding into the potions classroom. "Varma." He said curtly. The man would deal with her later for being unable to maintain order in her own class. There were methods she could've used long before it escalated. Silently, the Headmaster moved to the front of the room, a near palpable chill coming off him as he passed by the students. The report was pretty clear but he would like to ensure he got in it full. Rather than look at any of the aforementioned names, Lucien looked to Upstead. "What happened? Names, I want full names." He would show them what continued defiance got them. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!