07-19-2010, 05:46 PM
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| Billywig
Join Date: May 2003 Location: Hawaii
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Reincarnation "Carr" Jones First Year | Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza SPOILER!!: Blaire Quote:
Originally Posted by TeamHermioneGranger Blaire sat down slowly in the seat the Headmaster had gestured to, her eyes not leaving the form he was filling out. She really, really hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. An... an accident form for Kalliope?
'Proffessor... I have to tell you something... Kalliope... It was only me who cursed her. I performed Sectumsempra on her. No one else deserves a detention, Heamaster. I'm sorry...' Maltus looks at you for a moment, his mouth hanging open a little dumbly as you confess to what you've done. After a moment, he sort of snaps to and says, "Ahhh, well, yes." He clears his throat a little uncomfortably and says, "I do appreciate your... your honesty Blaire. Hogwarts, however, has a strict policy against dueling outside of properly supervised courses and clubs. Everyone with a drawn wand earned their own detentions"
He pauses for a minute before adding, "Under normal circumstances... well, in honesty, I would generally have expelled you, but... No easy way to say... due to your, ah... current state of mind... well, I've made certain allowances..." He looks very awkward and doesn't seem to be able to finish any sentences. SPOILER!!: Fiona Quote:
Originally Posted by Riverlynn Fiona raises her tear streaked face as she hears a female voice. Her temper quickly rises to the surface, if anyone dared to interrupt or spy on her they would be sorry. She is slightly surprised though to find that it isn't a person at all, but a ghost. She looks oddly familiar.
Did she just call me Braith? That's my middle name...
Fiona tilts her head curiously as she listens to the woman ghost. Her accent is heavily Russian. It wasn't until she starts to turn and leave that her words finally penetrate Fiona's slow moving brain. That's what she hated so much about giving into your emotions, they left you dazed and confused. They took over everything until you were blind and deaf to things that needed to be seen and heard. "W..wa...Wait!" She stammered. Whipping her eyes furiously, she leans forward blond hair falling into her face. Brushing it back quickly she looks at the ghost woman. "You called me Braith...and said I looked like you Great Granddaughter. Was her name Braith Malfoy?"
Fiona's brain was starting to function again, now that she had herself firmly back in check. She was vaguely glad that it was a ghost that had happened upon her break down. If it had been anyone else she would have been in trouble. Fie certainly didn't need it getting around that she had been crying. The ghost woman turns around a little dreamily when she hears your voice and she looks at you with dark eyes. She smiles a little when you say Braith's name and says, "Oh, det's it, yes. Braith Melfoy. Interesting name, I olvays thought, but my son vos adamant."
She looks very sad for a moment and says, "I only knew her for short times. Serafim hed nasty temper and disowned her ven she vos married..." |
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