|
|
Post by Miles Regina Appleby on Apr 12, 2008 7:41:06 GMT 8
Miles pushed the trap door open to the Divination room. It was empty. Good. If it stayed that way, she could practice as her mother had instructed her to. She wore a black T-shirt and yellow shorts. It was the weekend. She didn't have to wear the uniform until Monday.
Miles gazed deeply into the crsytal ball. Two shadowy figures appeared... a little girl and an elder boy. The girl was in somewhat pain, the boy was having the time of his life. Surely he wasn't torturing the girl?... Just as it became unfogged, the vision vanished. Ah well. She could practice magic up there.
Miles bewitched the table and she could tap parts of the table and soon play the "piano". She had bewitched the table into the paino. She started playing a Muggle song, Alone, proud to be a Muggle born.
|
|
|
|
Post by Draco Malfoy on Apr 12, 2008 8:12:16 GMT 8
A sneer was upon Draco's lips this time as he walked through the halls. God, so many idiots ran through the hallds these days. It pissed him off. The nasty mudbloods that did nothing but think they were special because they were witches or wizards. They weren't special. There were too many mudbloods running around, they rules the school, now, practically. That is, if you count the population by blood.
The only place he could think of that leant him solace, besides the common room, was the North Tower. He did not currently wish to go back to the Common Room. Sure, he did like his Slytherin friends, but he much preferred spending his time outside the common room, plus the fact it lent him the chance to curse mudbloods and others he didn't like.
As he walked up the tiresome, endless flights of stairs, he started to hear music. The piano, in fact. It surprised him, really. Not many played instruments here....unless they were mudbloods or idiots that wanted to do music. Sure, he liked music alot as well, but he didn't play. As he topped the stairs, he found the trapdoor to that weirdo Trelawney's room open. True, this was where he sometimes found the peace he often craved, but she was still the oddest teacher he knew.
He didn't go into her room when the trapdoor was open, because it usually meant she was inside, but he knew that she did not play the piano, so someone else had to be there. He approached the wooden steps that led into the darkness of the classroom above. He started to climb. In the classroom, he found a young girl tapping on a table, but it produced the sounds of a piano. This surprised him, because he knew no spells that could do that, and any spells had to be hard. And yet, this young girl, probably a first year, was sitting there playing.
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded, angry that such an idiot was in his place for peace. God, it had to be a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff sitting there, although she had to have had help from an older Ravenclaw to be able to do such a spell. Not to mention a mudblood, no doubt.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miles Regina Appleby on Apr 12, 2008 9:48:46 GMT 8
Miles moved her hand across the table. A periwinkle light shot from her hand. The table piano was gone. "Might I ask you the same thing?" she sneered. It was a traight which she had inherited from her cousins Sage, Saphire, and Scarlett; true queens of sinistry. They just adored little Miles. She had been in the room with this pasty blond for about three seconds and already she hated him. She had the urge to get up to him and punch his face for all she cared.
Well, on the subject of her magic, she honestly had no positive clue whereas she could find herself with the ability to produce such witchcraft. Miles took a small piece of Muggle notebook paper, blew on a quill, and immediately the quill began scratching itself on the paper. Hmm... what else could she try? Maybe she could conjure up spiders and make them land on this platinum blond insect. Filthy, loathesome roach, the quill wrote.
|
|
|
|
Post by Draco Malfoy on Apr 12, 2008 10:50:19 GMT 8
After his words, he noticed she stopped playing, he assumed that she had also cancelled the spell. "Why would a idiotic, firstie Puff need to know about me?" He questioned. He could see the bit of yellow poking from her collar that announced her house colors. Figured, she didn't seem right enough to be a Gryffindor. They were a whole lost more stuck up than Puffs.
He did not speak again, but simply watched the girl. She seemed advanced for her age, considered her magical ability. But that was completely impossible, unless she was a pureblood, which she doubted. Not many purebloods were sorted into Hufflepuff, actually. The other three were more likely to acquire the pureblood families than Hufflepuff. Anyways, it was completely impossible for her to do such a thing as a first year muggleborn Hufflepuff. It was probably some illegal potion that improved magical abilities, as long as they were actually there.
He watched a quill become conjured midair. Really, that could have been sent here with magic. Then is wrote something upon a piece of parchment. All he could read from this distance was the word filthy, which was the first word. Probably referring to him. However, this remark was completely wrong. He took a shower everyday, and therefore, would not be filthy. But some could have their opinion, although this one would pay for it later.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miles Regina Appleby on Apr 15, 2008 6:58:04 GMT 8
"Why would a vulgar, abysmal Slytherin want to know about a firstie Hufflepuff?" Miles was being annoying and she knew it. Sweet, she thought, smirking to herself. She folded up the paper sharply and stuffed it in her pocket. She then took out an ink well, tore off the lid, and stepped closer to the boy. She "accidentally" dropped the well, sending it to pieces and splattering the hem of his pants and his shoes. "Oops, I'm a klutz," she hissed, sitting back down at a table. Being jerkish did not include mysterious advanced magic. [/color] |
|
|
|
Post by Draco Malfoy on Apr 15, 2008 8:22:41 GMT 8
His glare deepened into absolute hatred. Oh, she was the worst. Did this little....thing, know who he was? "I do not want to know about you. I want to know who the hell you are, why the hell you are here, and for you to get the hell out." His words dripped with poison, his cool grey eyes boring straight into hers. Yes, this girl would pay.
But the next moment, he was in shock. He knew it was no accident, he knew she did it on purpose. His glare, if possible, deepened as he looked at her. He wished to take points off from her, but he didn't know of a reason for it, and reasons were always needed, as he had to log all points that were added and subtracted and give it to his Head of House every month, and they would determine whether the reason was suitable or unsuitable for points. This would not, not right now. "A klutz? More like a complete failure." He muttered, cleaning up the mess.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miles Regina Appleby on Apr 17, 2008 7:27:00 GMT 8
"Which is wanting to know about someone. Wow, you're not too bright, are you?" Miles propped her black boots on top of the table and tilted back in her chair. "Tell me who you are and I'll have a good puke." She had a misty look on her face, the face she had whenever she was talking to Nargles or searching for Crumple-Horned Snorcacks. Her eyebrows were raised and, when you looked into her eyes, it was like looking into clear glass. She smirked and folded her arms.
"I guess if I'm a complete failure, I should probably fail some more while I'm at it." She burst open a window, muttered something in what seemed like Latin maybe, and in flew a large-sized crow. The bird flew towards the boy, hoping that it would hurt him. It served him right. Similar to Prometheus, but with a crow instead of an eagle. And hoping the bird would not pull the boy's liver out and start eating it. One thing Miles wasn't was gross. Immature but not gross. [/color] |
|
|
|
Post by Draco Malfoy on Apr 18, 2008 8:01:26 GMT 8
A snarl covered his lips at her words. "I do not need to know about anything but your name, wench!" He said, pronouncing the last word harshly. His voice was low, but dangerous. "And five points from Hufflepuff for disrespect to a head student." He said. Oh, the joys of being Head Boy. Although, even that blasted mudblood Head Girl would've taken points off should someone say such a thing to her. Not that he cared. It was a good reason, and should she have complaints, she could take it up with Bella, his own aunt. He did not get the position simply because of his aunt, he knew better than to abuse the position, because his aunt would strip him of those duties should he abuse them.
Gods, this girl was extremely impudent. But before he could say another word, she somehow charmed a crow into the Tower. "Stupefy!" he muttered before the crow could reach him. No stinking bird would mess with him. "And five more points for harm, or attempted harm, to a head student." He added, sneering.
((For future reference, you cannot say that the bird attacked him in any way. That is considered God-Modding, which is taking control of another's character, and against the rule. It may be small, but still against the rules. I am removing that portion of your post.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Miles Regina Appleby on Apr 19, 2008 4:32:50 GMT 8
{[Okay, thanks, got it.]}
"Oh well, now you'll never know." Miles sang at her own free will. "Take off all you want. Heck, expel me, I don't care. Strip me of my powers if you want to make it stop. If you can't, guess you're not that powerful." Ooh, this was indefinitely fun. She rolled her eyes and got up. "I've got more important stuff to do." She walked across the room, breaking through the perfume-ish smell with her smell of her father {which was raw fish mixed with oil}. It was her favorite scent. [/color] |
|
|
|
Post by Draco Malfoy on Apr 19, 2008 6:44:28 GMT 8
Draco sneered at the girl. "As if I would want to know." He said, greatly annoyed by this girl. "I do not care about you. And you should know that I cannot expel you. And I'm more powerful than you could ever be." He told her. This little girl could never get the powers granted him. Not as a mudblood, not as a Hufflepuff. This chit would never get that.
"More important stuff? Oh, because sitting here all day is so much fun." He did not care if she left. Why would he? She was just an idiotic, silly little Hufflepuff.
((Ok, thank you. And sorry for short post...))
|
|
|
|
Post by Miles Regina Appleby on Apr 19, 2008 23:43:23 GMT 8
{[S'okay.]}
"Okay, then." Miles was having fun. "Oh? Can you do this?" She pointed at the crystal ball, levitated it onto the floor, dropped it, then did the same thing backwards so it fluttered onto the table, fully mended. "Yeah, I didn't think so." She shrugged. "Well, if you can't expel me, guess you'll have to wait until someone of higher power does to get rid of me." That really was the truth. The headmaster could expel her. She got up and started out the trap door. |
|
