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 Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 10:59 pm
Hermione smiled, and waved back at Professor Wolff.
I really like her. I believe that I can learn a lot from her... so well traveled! I have heard of Netelhurst. It is indeed more laid-back, although the quality of education is supposed to be the same. We'll see.
Hermione also heard the clop-clop of the thestral hooves, those magical creatures that you can't see unless you see someone die.
As the carriages pulled up to the grounds, a swarm of students, all clad in dark robes and black wizard's hats. She eagerly started looking around for her companions.
"Harry! Ron!"
She finally spotted them, along with Tal, a fifth year possessing some very magical gifts indeed. As she waded through the sea of students, she caught up to them.
"Hello there! Did you miss me?
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:15 pm
((I hope I'm not too late in joining up? If so, you can completely disregard this, but I would love to play a non-canon, 16 year-old male Slytherin who goes by the name of Orion Lawrence.
Oh, and I apologize for any misuse of commas, I tend to overuse the little buggers. ^^))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:45 pm
((No, you aren't too late. Welcome to the party. Go ahead and post your introduction when you're ready.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 6:15 pm
Being a transfer student had its disadvantages, Orion mused, as he walked the empty, arched hallways that were Hogwarts in its entirety. He had somehow navigated his way to the dungeons (he presumed), and managed to get lost for the one thousandth time (not that he'd admit it of course, he was for all intensive purposes "Slytherin", and damned if he knew what that meant). Orion flicked a silky black strand of hair out of his azure eyes, fixating his apathetic mask in place, should he come into contact with someone (though that seemed unlikely), and gazed at his appearance. He towered over most, with his height of 6'1'', not to mention that his patented death glare made inferiors feel even smaller in comparison... In the darkness of the dungeons his skin was as pale as the moon; his lips thin; his face slightly angular. Raising a pale, thin hand, he ran it through his silky black hair that was shoulder length; contemplating nothing, and yet at the same time it was everything.
The Headmaster had left him to get acquainted with his new surroundings, having arrived two days earlier than expected, and he could not get that damned twinkle in the elders eye out of his head. Orion still remembered the last thing Dumbledore had said to him,
"Severus will be pleased to have such a gifted Potions student in his midst. Why.. you two even look remotely alike. Though much younger m'boy... HO! Ho! Ho!"
Orion had stared at him like he was a crackpot.
And with a heavy heart, and blank mask in place, he was trapped in the dungeons all alone.
Wonderful.
And how the hell had the Headmaster known about his gift in Potions?
Damn manuscripts.
((I'm sorry it's so short... Would you consider roleplaying as Professor Snape with me, here? If not, that's okay.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 9:19 pm
((No problemo.))
Severus was currently sitting in a plush green chair seated behind a rather intimidatingly large oak desk. His long raven hair fell into his eyes as he scribbled something down on a bit of parchment. His romanesque nose nearly touched the paper as he wrote what looked like a letter though his writing was so miniscule and cramped it was difficult to tell if it was even in english.
Just to his right, sitting on his desk, was an unusual crystal ball-like figure about the size of a plum. Formerly clear, it was filling with blue glowing smoke and making a soft humming sound. Snape glanced at it and sighed before putting his quill back into the inkwell and standing from his desk. He exited the classroom and walked down the numerous passageways of the dungeons, his robes billowing about him menacingly.
He soon came upon the stray student, raising an eyebrow as he noticed a faint resemblance. He had the hair, the height, and the skin tone. The only thing that kept Snape from thinking he was comming face to face with his teenage self; was the nose and his build. The boy was slightly bulkier than he was at that age. Severus stood behind the young man, touching him on the shoulder to alert him of the teacher's presence. His beetle black gaze bored into the sixth year, almost angered at the little snot simply for sharing some physical traits of his.
"Lost on the first day, are we? Tsk tsk. Your stay at Hogwarts is shaping up to be very poor indeed," he sneered, his tone deep and like velvet to one's ears; though still cold and spine-chilling.
((My apologies. That was a very dismal post due to my lack of creativity as of present. However, I suppose it shall suffice for now.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 3:14 am
(Sorry about being so slow! And for posting another OOC post! But I should be able to post tonight, and I'll make it good for everyone!)
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 8:41 am
"Lost on the first day, are we? Tsk tsk. Your stay at Hogwarts is shaping up to be very poor indeed."
"Apparently so, sir." Orion said softly, not a trace of disrespect in his light, baritone voice, eyeing the man in front of him and taking in all his features. They did faintly resemble each other, though the man was a couple of inches taller and his nose was different. But in a way other than the obvious, this man felt familiar... Blue eyes locked with black, as if searching for something, but the mans eyes were blank, other than a tidbit of anger visible. Orion sighed softly, the cold dungeon air condensing it into a puff of vapor; but it was funny how he was not cold... He wasn't afraid of the man's anger, Orion had seen much, much worse than that before.
And suddenly, he was pulled into another world, a world full of death and pain; the stench of blood almost unbearable to a normal person...
"Father, stop! NO!"
Whip, chain, beat, blood... So much blood... Was he dying? Everything was a blur. A harsh yank of little Orions hair confirmed his greatest fears; he was indeed alive and his Father would only punish him more for screaming. Little Orion braced himself for the next round of pain, knowing full well he deserved it...
He deserved it for everything.
Orion blinked away the memory, his pale hand tracing a scar on his hip absentmindedly (he didn't even notice he was doing it), and licked his suddenly very dry lips. The memory had come and gone without an explanation, and was in reality only a few seconds, but it had felt like forever to Orion; a forever of hell. Noticing his gaze of his Professor (he surmised) had gone slightly off kilter, he made it so their eyes locked again. Nothing showed on his face of the earlier distraction, and Orion started to wonder again who this man was...
"Severus will be pleased to have such a gifted Potions student in his midst. Why.. you two even look remotely alike. Though much younger m'boy... HO! Ho! Ho!"
The Headmaster's words hit him in the face from before, and Orion contemplated whether or not this was the 'Severus' Dumbledore had been referring to. It had to be; but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why the heck he was so familiar? Severus.. Severus...
Severus Snape?!
The youngest Potions Master in a century? Here? Teaching?
... His idol?
Orion could not keep the glint of admiration out of his eyes, as he asked, "Are you Professor Snape, sir?" He fingered his Slytherin crest, once again absentmindedly.
He certainly hoped so...
Not that he'd admit it of course.
((Thanks for roleplaying with me..=D))
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 11:54 am
((You are far too humble about your abilities.))
He noticed a flicker of fear cross the young man's eyes but it didn't seem to be born of Severus' presence. He looked at him skeptically, storing that bit of information for another time. The tall professor kept his expression completely cold and indifferent; hiding his true emotions was something he was well-versed at doing.
Severus cocked an eyebrow curiously as the boy stood before him in silence; looking somewhat distracted. He watched as realization dawned on him and suddenly the student was staring at him hopefully.
"Are you Professor Snape, sir?"
He noticed how the boy looked at him with...was that respect? Severus was a tad confused by the way he was being scrutinized. It seemed somewhat akin to the way Miss Granger stared at Lockhart her second year. There was a moment where his eyes betrayed his bewilderment, but almost instantaneously; he had trained his features back to cool indifference.
"Yes, I am. And who might you be?" he inquired, silkily.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 12:13 pm
((What abilities? *laughs* They pale in comparison to yours.))
Orion decided he had died, died and gone to heaven. Severus Snape was standing right in front of him (was that a trace of bewilderment that had crossed his idol's eyes?), in the flesh! If he were any other person, he would have done a fangirl squeal and glomped the heck out of the Potions Master. But, he had a nebulous feeling that wouldn't be well recieved, (besides, HE would never do that anyways) and the last thing he wanted was to upset the one person he admired most in this world. What was there not to admire? This man standing in front of him was a god; extremely gifted at Potions, carrying around an excruciating vocabulary, and was highly adapt at Defense Against the Dark Arts. By god, he was perfect!
Settling on a half smile, azure eyes glinting softly, he answered, "Orion Lawrence, sir. I'm a transfer student whom the Headmaster let explore until the students arrive."
((Forgive me for the short length... Orion's too starstruck. ^^; Sorry it took me so long, my keyboard is broken and lacking keycovers.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 12:50 pm
((Dear god, Sev's got a fanboy.))
Severus eyed him suspiciously, wondering exactly what was running through the young man's head. He was slightly unnerved by the way those blue eyes were staring at him, but he showed no outward signs of it. He had never been looked upon with anything other than disgust and hatred; so to see someone gazing at him with admiration was certainly a novelty.
Ahem. He cleared his throat a bit, his adams apple bobbing momentarily. "The students have just arrived, if I'm not mistaken. Allow me to escort you to the Great Hall. We wouldn't want you getting lost again, now would we...Mister Lawrence," he said darkly, adding his name almost as an afterthought.
Without leaving room for debate, the potions master started down the damp corridor; not waiting to see if Orion followed or not. His long cloak swept about his feet as he walked down a passageway and up the entranceway stairs, his strides quite long and difficult to keep up with.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 1:37 pm
"No, sir. We wouldn't.." Orion said respectfully, before the Potions Master took off. Why were the man's strides so long anyways? He had to walk quickly to catch up with the man, easily maintaining his pace after a few seconds. He marveled at Professor Snape's ability to walk soundlessly, one that he hadn't quite accomplished yet. Orion could hear his own quiet footsteps making tapping noises on the slab of marbled floors that were Hogwarts, but nothing at all from the Potions Master. Just another thing to admire about the man... The walk from the Dungeon corridors to the Great Hall was dwindled in silence, not that Orion minded. Silence was not a thing to be feared, but reverred. He knew better than to disturb it, and it wasn't like Orion wanted to anyway... Silence had always been kind to him... Silence meant no more beatings, and for that he treasured the lack of noise deeply.
His black boots tapped softly in the darkness of the hallways, and his black robe flared out, revealing the clothing underneath. A black shirt, with matching loose, pants (he'd rather not reveal his skinny limbs, thank you very much), was adorned; along with the standardized Slytherin striped tie. The only thing required at Hogwarts other than robes of course.
Orion's signature mask was back in place, and as he walked side by side with his Professor, he swore to himself it would not falter again. It was high time his Slytherin side came out to play...
And what a game it would be.
((...Fanboy side terminated. XD))
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 2:43 pm
He heard Orion's footsteps and, without having to look, could tell when he had come up beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he watched the boy try to match his pace. His shiny black shoes, laced up tightly, glimmered in the daylight which filtered in through the windows of the old castle. The tapping of his one-and-only-fan's bootsteps echoed throughout the corridor. They made their way down a broad hallway which finally opened up into the main double door entrance to the castle. To their right were another set of doors, slightly smaller and propped open, which lead to the Great Hall.
Severus paused as he glanced over at the sixth year, feeling disgusted as he saw a bit of himself in the boy; not a good thing in Snape's eyes. He scowled, averting his ebony eyes to the large room before them. Second through Seventh years were already seated and awaiting the sorting ceremony for the first years, whom were waiting in the entryway with the head of Gryffindor. Professor Snape pointed a long, tapered finger in the direction of one of the long tables.
"That is the Slytherin house. I suggest you find yourself a seat, Mister Lawrence. Good day." He didn't sound at all sincere. In fact, he cared very little about how well Orion's day would go. Just looking at the boy made him uneasy. He didn't much like himself, and to see a young man whom shares some physical qualities with him was downright infuriating.
Severus walked towards the teachers table, dreading the first day of school more than the flu. He didn't hate teaching, by any means. On the contrary, he found that it combined his two favorite hobbies: potion making and torturing children. However, the first day was always the worst for him. He had a whole new batch of dunderheads to break in and he was forced to attend the start of year feast. He much preffered eating a quiet meal by himself in his quarters, but this was one event which all staff were required to attend.
He approached the table, expecting to have to sit next to Trelawney again; but was pleasently(?) surprised by the sight of a new face. Ah yes, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Well, he already held ill will towards her for getting the job Albus wouldn't give to him; but she would certainly be better company than the divination teacher. He sat down, Albus to his right and Ms. Wolff to his left. He poured himself some pumpkin juice and sipped it bitterly, desperately wishing it was firewhisky.
(( x3 Poor Snape. ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 3:43 pm
Orion didn't bother to reply as Professor Snape stalked off, and he inwardly sighed at the disgusted look he had recieved from the one he wanted to be most like. His azure eyes hardened as he gazed at the Slytherin table, and he stalked over to it and took a seat at the far end, alone, so he could get peace. It seemed all the students had arrived, and he caught some of their eyes, most filled with hate. Others were filled with curiousity (mostly from the Ravenclaw table), and still others with... interest? What the hell was that about? Why would anyone be interested with him? Sneering at the hate filled glances, in a very Snape-like manner, he took out a book from his bag that he had conveniently forgotten was on his shoulder. It was an advanced level Potions book, and as he settled down to read, alone, he was carried away into his own little world. A content look spread across his face as he reveled in reading about his favorite subject in a book some of these fools couldn't even begin to understand...
Who were they, anyway? What did they understand about Potions?
Who were they, when they probably couldn't even properly stir? Potions was an art; nothing like those who compared it to cooking. It was nothing like cooking... Potions was a science, was an intimate being with prior knowledge needed. You could not master it from a book; you needed to experience it for yourself.. The gleaming of a potion when it was done, what ingredients interacted together to make a perfect concoction... These were all things that needed to be learned. Orion smirked, deeply into the theories of Boomslangskin counteracting with Essence of Murlap that Edna Flingskinle had spewed up. It was an interesting theory, never before having been proved or disproved...
Fascinating.
Utterly fascinating.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 11:26 pm
((We're waiting for you to post, lunas_maximus. Reply as soon as possible, please.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:03 pm
(Sorry! I got temporarily banned from my computer sweatdrop )
Harry comfortably embraced Hermione, and proceeded to remove a mouthful of bushy hair as he made the mistake of talking into her head. "Of course we missed you! What happened? Why didn't you answer our owls?" he asked as Ron demanded the same questions with a worried look and less polite voice. He let go, realizing that he could more than see over the petite girl's head. When had she gotten so short? She began to explain as they walked up the stairs and into the castle.
Watching his two best friends with a slight smile, Harry wondered how worried Ron must have been, although he was hesitant to show it in front of anyone. He had also noticed Ron's glances at Tal, and wondered if his best friend had been feeling as confused about girls as he was.
Tal was another story altogether. She seemed mysterious, which usually annoyed Harry, but not this time. Something had happened to her over the summer, and Harry was undeniably curious about it. As his bright eyes drifted from the backs of his bickering friends, he contemplated whether or not he should try to talk to her. She caught him looking, and he grinned feebly and looked down, but not before noticing her cheeks glowing.
He had missed Hogwarts- with the exception of certain Slytherins and their Head of House- incredibly. He walked in contented silence as his carriage mates plus Hermione gravitated toward the Gryffindor table, but was snapped out of it when other Gryffindors began shouting his name. It looked like a lot of people were missing this year. The mass of black hats had thinned considerably; Ron wouldn't be complaining about a long sorting this year. It seemed the greatest loss of students was at the Slytherin table.
"I guess a lot of people didn't trust the Express to get them here this year, what with Voldemort... or," he paused, sitting down after saying hello to some of the younger students, "...they're not going to show up at all?" he looked to Tal, Ron and Hermione, who had all taken seats around him.
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