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Post by Stella Meade on Apr 9, 2014 9:59:03 GMT -5
Stella could still feel the anger bubbling up inside of her, threatening to spill out in a loud angry scream in the middle of the Great Hall. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, then let out the breath through her mouth, allowing her shoulders to sag forward slightly. She hoped he was right of course, but sometimes competition comes from the place she wouldn't expect it to, and being cast out of her Prefectship would certainly be unexpected. "Of course, you're right," she said distractedly, rubbing his arm lightly where she had left a slight mark from her fingernails. She forced a smile, then turned her attention back towards the front of the room where the Minister was leading the eulogy. It was all just too strange; who knew where this woman had come from, who she was loyal to and what her real intentions were. She supposed one of them was to shake up the entire school, which so far she had done an excellent job of.
Stella could feel the room grow warmer, a buzzing sound in her ear. No matter what she tried to tell herself, a sense of unease continued to grip her in a vice. She grabbed Jared's hand again, taking care not to squeeze it too hard to try and steady herself. When that didn't work she turned to him. "Can we go to our spot after this? We can sneak out in one of the secret passages that leads us right there," she whispered, making sure nobody else could hear her. She of course was referring to a spot near the Black Lake, where their strange yet comforting relationship had really begun. She didn't care that there would probably be more people on duty; she was a Prefect and if anything she could pretend that she was on duty patrolling the grounds.
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Post by Jared Carmichael on Apr 9, 2014 19:22:32 GMT -5
Jared had completely tuned out the Minister's eulogy, and it seemed he wasn't the only one. People were speaking quietly under their breath so as not to disrupt the Minister, but they were clearly discussing the events that had just occurred. Stella still looked like she was boiling with anger over the thought of someone else repping her Prefect badge. He didn't know if he would be able to handle the rage that would ensue if indeed, someone else got the position. "Of course I'm right," he said, allowing some of the familiar mockery to creep back into his tone to lighten the mood. A Ministry official gave him the stink eye at that very moment, as if to tell him to shut up and be respectful. Jared scowled and turned away. He hated all these authority figures clumped together in one room.
Stella suggested that they go to their "spot" after the funeral wrapped up, and Jared really couldn't think of a better idea. The castle, despite its obviously large area, seemed stuffy with all of these extra people cooped inside. "I could definitely use some not-so-fresh air," Jared murmured quietly, referring to his smoking addiction. It helped to calm him down on a normal day, and this was not a normal day. The fact that he had made it this long was astounding, although his anxiety meant it had been too long. "Let's dodge these crackpots and slip out the second this is over," he murmured directly in her ear so as not to attract the attention of that official again.
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Post by Nithranyx Blackwood on Apr 9, 2014 23:52:46 GMT -5
Nithranyx continued listening on to the woman blabber on about how she would make the school better than it had ever been before and promising to council each and every student individually. Did she think it was this sort of nonsense that would buy her way into the hearts of students? By rambling on about some clichéd sayings that all newly appointed leaders and guides announce when they assume power over others. It was all just a mixture of empty promises and unrealistic ambitions as well as a sickening attempt to slither her way into the student's good book. Nithranyx held back an outwards sigh and maintained her more formal composure in the room. Let it not be known that it was Nithranyx Blackwood, who immaturely protested against a teacher based on judgement alone. She admitted that more often than not, first impressions were all it took for Nyx to decide whether she liked a fellow student or not-- though as for teachers, Nithranyx was smarter than that and was not going to bring herself down purely for childish reasons. at least new beginnings meant that for Nyx, there was a new opportunity to climb the ladder of success within school. Her attention was however, removed from the new headmistress as she saw a familiar face turn around." So what do you make of her?" was what Nyx picked up and she had no need to think about her answer. "Most certainly not the approach I would have gone for. It doesn't play well on the more attached students and neither does it make her appear as though she can fulfil her promises." Nithranyx answered in a voice audible to only those closest to her, Xavier included. "Overall, she's not off to a brilliant start. Though that may change in the future." Nyx shrugged as she commented to Xavier. // Xavier Rutherford
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Post by Holly Pendergrast on Apr 14, 2014 17:30:30 GMT -5
Holly shrugged. She didn't agree with the girl, but she wasn't going to be openly hostile. "I suppose that's a fair point," she said slowly, glancing around the room. She noticed Callie enter the room and sit down by herself. She wasn't like Holly, the one who was always surrounded by people. The twins' mother spoke, and Holly stared at her with rapt attention. She had learned so many things from her mother, and with her as Headmistress, she was sure that there was more to learn.
"That's my mother," said Holly proudly. "It's so unfortunate that the old headmistress died, but I know that my mother will handle the responsibility most appropriately. After all, I have lived with her my own life," she continued with a smirk. "We're already a school widely known for our programs, now we will be the best without dispute." Holly cringed. She was starting to sound far too much like her mother. Who was speaking again. There was a hush over the student body as her mother concluded her thoughts and handed over the floor to the minister.
Holly's mother's final words struck her daughter. Holly turned once more to Aurora. "I've never heard of a headmaster setting aside time for individual students to voice their concerns to her. I never had a chance to speak with Professor Marevas personally. Did you?" she asked. Of course, Holly had a good idea that the girl had, since she had made a prophecy. But it was a kindness to ask.
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Post by Xavier Rutherford on Apr 19, 2014 22:39:59 GMT -5
Xavier nodded, partly towards Nyx but mostly to himself. "Time will tell I suppose," he drawled. He leaned forward, his index fingers just barely touching his lips as he took in the new Headmistresses' words. She certainly seemed bubbly and ambitious, but perhaps in their one-on-one meetings she would reveal her true agenda for the school. He wondered if she had been made aware of his...condition. Headmistress Marevas had been most accomodating, but he knew that there were still some out there who viewed his condition as a disease, a pox in society that must be squashed.
He shifted in his seat, finding the backless bench rather uncomfortable. He wasn't a sloucher by nature, but he did enjoy leaning back during long speeches, and funerals were certainly an occasion for long speeches. "How much longer do you think this'll go on for?" he asked Nyx. It wasn't a full moon tonight; just a waxing gibbous, so he had nothing to worry about. He did however have to begin the preparations for this months Wolfsbane potion in the next few days, and although he had the ingredients memorized in his head, he still wanted to get them set out so he didn't have to worry about any last minute mishaps. He glanced sideways back at his fellow seventh year Slytherin. Hardly anyone knew about his condition, but he had always wondered if anyone in his year had figured it out yet.
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Post by Stella Meade on Apr 19, 2014 22:50:43 GMT -5
Stella withheld an eye roll when Jared asserted his correctness. It was something she had learned to live with over the past few months since they began dating, and he mostly had been refraining from being his usual sarcastic, mocking self in front of her, which she appreciated. She had, after all just allowed herself to revert to her "Prefect mode" as he liked to call it; uptight and pretentious. She had to stop over thinking everything; it probably didn't do much to help any relationship she had and not just with Jared. She sighed and let her shoulders sag slightly, as though in defeat. She glanced over to him when he mentioned getting some not so fresh air. She didn't smoke herself, again it was something she knew Jared would not give up simply because she wasn't the biggest fan of it. However, today was a little different. A tiny part of her was even tempted to partake herself. The corners of her mouth upturned slightly as she imagined his reaction to her asking to join in.
She felt an involuntary shiver down her spine as he murmured directly in her ear, his breath tickling her neck lightly. She turned so they were nose to nose and leaned in to kiss him full on the mouth. She broke away after a few moments, and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear with a small smile. "I just want to be with you, and only you," she whispered back, taking his hand in hers again and squeezing it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 22:59:38 GMT -5
Aurora should have realized that there was something that connected Holly to the new Headmistress; after all she had felt something in her head once Holly and who looked like her twin enter the room. However, she couldn't help but let an involuntary gasp escape her when Holly proudly announced her relation to the woman that had just handed off speaking duties to the Minister of Magic. "Oh, that makes sense on why I haven't seen you around," she said, giving Holly a friendly smile. She was almost positive that Holly would have no idea that she was a Seer; it wasn't something she advertised publicly or that she outwardly could show. She didn't even want to think of what school would be like if her gift was silently advertised as though there was a sign over her head saying Here is a Seer, ask for your future!
She thought to the invitation this new Headmistress had given to them, and answered Holly's question. "I don't believe so, no. I've met with the former Headmistress before of course, but not at the beginning of each school year like your mother is suggesting. I suppose each headmistress or headmaster have their own ideas on how they would like to form relationships with their students, and it seems she would like to attempt to get to know each and every one of us," she said. She hoped she didn't sound too formal or diplomatic; she usually gave an aloof impression on strangers and only her friends seemed to be able to really understand her. "I wonder if you'll have to meet with her," she added with a slightly chuckle. It would seem rather odd, in her opinion, for her own daughter to be required to meet with her when they could speak at any time.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 10:23:50 GMT -5
As the funeral ended and the Heads of Houses personally escorted their students to their common rooms, a spectre floated silently in one of the dark corners of the Great Hall, unseen. It is common knowledge that those who pass on with any unfinished business, or who had untimely deaths, stay behind in a shade form of their former selves. Penelope knew her students couldn't see her; it was the luck of ghosts that if they didn't want to be seen they didn't have to be. She couldn't imagine the shock some would receive to see a pale imitation of her floating around the halls; the whispers and rumors of what the former Headmistresses' unfinished business would be the only focus of the school. No, she would reveal herself when she was good and ready. Until then she would hide in the less traveled corridors and unused classrooms.
She watched as the new Headmistress strutted out after the students like a puffed up peacock. Clearly she was quite pleased with her ascension to the Headmistress position. She remembered seeing the name on a relatively recent letter she had received, along with a gift of some sort. Tea, perhaps some cookies, she could not remember. The only thing she recalled was the feeling of her throat closing up and falling to the stone floor of her chambers, staring up at the ceiling helpless while the life drained out of her. She floated up in the air, then stopped, and went to get Saoirse, the Head of Hufflepuff who had been setting up her classroom just a floor below. She wasn't sure what exactly Saoirse had seen, but she had gone to the Headmistresses' office and discovered her now lifeless body. Penelope sighed; the poor dear. She hoped Chase was taking good care of her.
The candles blew out, leaving the ghost alone in the hall. Other ghosts began to fly through the walls now that the distracting students were gone, and she saw them gather around her ebony coffin. The sang a prayer out for her, and if her heart was still beating, she imagined it would be swelling with pride. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice and echoed breeze floating across the hall, and then she was gone.
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