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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:58 pm
The door flew open with a resounding BANG and then CRACK followed by SMASH as it fell off its hinges. Professor Potterius squealed loudly.
"I'M HERE I'M HERE DON'T TAKE AWAY ANY HOUSE POINTS PLEASE!!" Olive bellowed above the racket. She looked at the door. "Oops. Sorry..."
"I'll... I'll get it." Potterius breathed faintly. "Re-reparo." The door flew back onto its hinges so fast in crumpled into concertina.
"Oh bugger... Never mind, I'll fix it later. To your seat, please."
Olive exhaled deeply and went to sit beside Mischa.
"As I was saying, turn to page 72..."
"Has he told you off about the lipstick yet?" Olive asked, leaning over to Mischa.
Potterius looked scandalised. Why did he get left with this class??
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 11:04 pm
"Nope!" Mischa chortled. "Nor has he noticed my shoes!"
Just then, Potterius sneezed.
"Who on earth keeps wearing that strong perfume?" he asked.
Mischa sank down in her seat a little.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 8:44 pm
A tall woman opened the doors, and stode into the classroom. She was dressed in the uniform, but had altered it to her liking. She sat at the end of the last row of seats, and took out her nail file, with her books. She ignored the teachers questions of who she was, looking up only to write in a flowing, script, notes on the board. She finally acknowledged him, and said "Huh? Im sorry, were you talking?" In a very posh english accent.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 11:06 pm
Olive turned around and glanced at the new arrival.
"Who does she think she is? Coming in so late?" she said in disgust, shaking her head.
"Olive, you've only been here 3 min...OW!!" one of the other students tried to tell her, being rewarded with a very flat toe.
"Turn to page 72, please." Potterius tried again, exasperated.
"Yeah yeah yeah..." Olive dug her textbook out of her bag and tried to find the correct page.
"Oops... this is Magical Herbs of Scandinavia." she replaced and tried to find the correct book.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 9:41 pm
"IT"S AFTER ME!" screamed Daft as she careened into the classroom, slamming the door after her. There was a squelchysortofthud which sounded suspiciously like pumkin hitting wood.
"Wand troubles?" Potterius sighed expectantly.
"You might say that," said Daft, sitting next to Mischa.
"What's that smell?" she said, sneezing.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 3:56 pm
((heiress, please PM me your character profile))
"Hey Daft," said Mischa.
"Right, can you all PLEASE turn to page 72!" Potterius yelled. "I want no more interruptions!"
A low grumble ran through the classroom as they finally turned to page 72.
"Hey Misch, let's go for a picnic tomorrow!" Olive said excitedly.
"Picnic?" said Daft, looking interested.
"Hey! No talking!" Potterius yelled.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 11:15 pm
The sun lit up the sky as the new day started, today Griffis got his favorite meal rabbits on a stick. Around about lunchtime Griffis was on the prowl again, waiting for innocent student to leave their lunch unguarded.
Griffis eyes lit up, he could smell a picnic. Griffis quickly went to the most popular picnic place under a tree and scared away the current students who were having salad. Shortly after concealing himself in the tree a mad student ran up to the tree.
" YES!!! The best picnic spot is free,” yelled daft in delight. "Wait up you girls, this ways a tonne,” groaned olive as she hauled the picnic around. " This is going to be delicious,” said mischa in an excited voice. Griffis emerged from the tree and swooped down, stealing the picnic. " It’s going to eat me, " screamed daft as their food disappeared into the far distance. " I am going to kill that featherbrain " shouted olive.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:42 pm
Mischa felt slightly depressed as she sat down on the blanket. Everyone at the meeting the previous night had laughed at her idea that they should find Harry Potter and enlist him to help them defeat Voldemort. They argued that no one had seen or heard from him since his failed attempt at defeating Voldemort. So much for her brilliant idea. She decided to drown her sorrows in butterbeer. However, Daft had decided to brew some rum in her cauldron while she was eating, so Mischa, confusing it with butterbeer, drank that instead.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 10:04 pm
((Alright, I'm back, I've been in erm...potions class ninja ))
Echo threw the rest of her ingredients back into her bag. Cauldron swinging perilously, she ducked under the giant pendulum in the hall (dangerous object that one eek ) and ran down towards the forest. Unfortunatly Professor Hagrid was outside in the pumpkin patch, almost certain to spot her if she tried to slip past. She heard a loud squawk, and turned to see a hippogriff making off with Daft and co's picnic. Echo smirked, and pulled out one of her reading books - "Potions and Homebrews for the Damned"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 10:32 pm
Mischa began to have an emo moment.
"No one likes me..."
Drank another glass of rum.
"Not even Vampires..."
Another.
"Why me..."
Another.
Slowly she began to get tipsier and tipsier...
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koji_nagumesei Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:19 am
((When do I get to take over? -whine- Grr...))
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 8:49 pm
((Takeover what? Make a student character mrgreen Be erm, Colin, what'shisname, the wussy one...))
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:53 pm
(soon. Very soon. I promise! 3nodding ))
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 10:02 pm
((You can take over whenever you want to!))
Daft watched as Mischa downed glass after glass of the slightly smoking contents of her cauldron.
"I'm not sure that you should-"
"Did I ever tell you about the time the hippogrif ate my homework?"interrupted Mischa, drinking yet more. She hiccuped slightly. "Hippogrifs don't like me either," she continued mournfully.
Daft sighed. Oh, well. The 'rum' didn't seem to bo having any dabgerous affects right now, (aside from making Mischa get drunk that is), but it is what mischa was likely to look like tomorrow morning that she was worried about.
"Tell me," she said turning back," Do you like orange mischa?"
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 10:07 pm
"Why would you want to know that?" asked Mischa, slurring her words. Her cheeks were beginning to go bright red.
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