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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 1:44 pm
Moa was late to class. It wasn't a normal occurrence, her being late, but even the best of students had accidents. She had woken up just fine the morning earlier, but after lunch she had gone back up to her room to put away her things and finish up on some of her History of Magic homework due tomorrow. She wasn't very good at homework normally, but this assignment as a lot of reading on a very boring subject, and she ended up taking a nap on her papers. Unfortunately, no one else had been working on anything, and she was left for good until one of her roommates' owl had woken and splashed against it's cage.
It wasn't a very nice way to be woken up, to hooting and squawking and the clang of a fallen cage. She had sleepily gotten up to right the thing when the clock in the common room had rung, alerting everyone it was two, and she realize she was late. As quickly as her mind would allow her to work, she grabbed her wand and ran down the hallway, out of her room, and out of the common room. As she turned down the halls of the castle, she rubbed at her cheek, which itched from the dried ink and small parchment bits stuck to it.
((It is a little after 2pm on a Thursday. Hufflepuffs just had a break, and now (at 2) have flying lessons with Ravenclaws. Slytherins' had lunch at 12:30 and their break started at 1:30 and ends at 3:30, they have flying lessons with Gryffindors at 3:30, after Hufflepuff's lessons end at 3. ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:56 pm
Thank goodness for breaks. They were godsends! After lunch, all Quillan wanted to do was curl up in a warm little ball--perhaps in his bed?-- and sleep! In fact, there was little to nothing else he wanted to do besides sleep, so when he trekked down to the Common Room... The password fled his drowsy mind. And no one was around--well, either that, or they didn't want him sleeping all over the place again. But either way, Quillan couldn't get in and he didn't even want to try to put in the effort it took to actually think of the password (in fears that it might actually wake him up).
Doing what first came to his head, he dragged his body back up to a warmer section of Hogwarts (Why was the Slytherin Common Room's Hallway so blasted cold anyway!?) and found a seemingly comfy corner and just swept off to sleepy-land. During his sleep, he probably... shifted some from the corner he had planted himself in... Probably because he dreamed of wrestling a giant slice of ham... It had wrapped around him in a death hold when Quillan rolled uncomfortably in his sleep, one last desperate attempt for his dream-self to escape being sandwiched.
"Mghmm... I'mma eat chu..." Quillan mumbled, sprawling out in the middle of the hallway.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:19 pm
Moa didn't normally run, much less to class. But with being so late, there wasn't really much else she could do. It was not as though she could stop time, or speed herself up. Moa also wasn't really built for running. She was already out of breath, and she hadn't gone very far at all. Up one set of stairs so she could go down another, and around this corner to go around that one, Moa had barely any time to resister a sleeping student in the middle of the hallway's bend.
"Eeee!" She shrieked, tumbling heels over head away from the slumbering Slytherin. She rolled a few more paces, her round body and her forward momentum taking her a few feet away and into an open closet, one of the ones that held cleaning supplies. Lying half on her back, feet resting up on the wall, Moa was barely able to recognize her friend, Quill, before the door was knocked shut from the brooms she had knocked into. Too in shock to do much else, Moa stared upside down at the sliver of light that managed to enter under the door.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 5:11 pm
"OOOF!" Quillan grunted--what had just hit him!? "It huuuuurts!" he whined, his eyes still tightly shut as he grabbed at his belly. Who in the name of-- What was that? Quillan's eyes shot opened--they glanced around the hallway rapidly, from corner to corner. It sounded like a door just slammed shut! "HEY! At least apologize!" Quillan bellowed--how dare someone just kick him and run! Blasted kids! He thought, stumbling up. He brushed some of the dirt off his robes and stood in the hallway, eyes narrowed. "Can't believe this..." Nothing made Quillan more cantankerous as being woken up (roughly, for that matter) from his nap. People are so rude these days! He thought, completely unamused. "I was just sleeping--Merlin!" He exclaimed to the hallway, as if it would understand the injustice that was just done upon him.
But of course--the hallway gave no reply. As usual.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:56 am
Moa was quiet, her mind still far behind her body, left in the hallway, as it were. She listened to Quill call out in anger, and started to feel bad. Just because she was running didn't mean she had to trample people! Moa slowly attempted to get herself down from her position, bumping into a bucket or something, and wincing at the echoing sound it made.
"Are you o-okay?" She called out as she righted herself. She felt terrible that she had run over him, and caused him a lot of pain, from the sound of it. She felt dizzy, and so just sat herself down and put a hand on her head. In a moment, she thought. Just give me a moment.
"I'm sorry. For.. for that." She called out again. Her head was really hurting, and she blamed the dizziness.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 11:54 am
But he was wrong! Seconds later, he heard a voice! And at first, Quillan believed someone just happened to be passing by so he whipped his head around in the direction of the voice... but there was nothing! (creepy!) And so he glanced around. The hallway was empty. Everyone else had apparently shuffled off to class already--so... was the hallway actually talking to him? Quillan wouldn't question it that much, they were in a magical castle after all! Or, it could just be some ghost playing a trick on him. Either way, hearing voices (as long as they weren't obviously in his head) didn't seem too bad to him!
"Oh, I'm alright. That punk got my in the gut!" He replied, not looking anywhere in particular, though keeping his ears open. "OH?" Quillan blinked. Awfully strange of a hallway to say--what was it sorry for anyway? "I'm the one who should be sorry--I keep sleeping on you all the time. You're rather comfy," Quillan responded, amusing the idea of actually talking to a hallway.
It wouldn't be that weird anyway, would it?
Grinning a little bit, Quillan glanced up at the ceiling--taking it to be the hallway's face... Or something, and inquired, "Could you always talk?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:55 pm
Now she felt even worse. And slightly insulted. She wasn't a punk, just in a hurry. But, she did 'get him in the gut' so she supposed the name calling was warranted. Moa rubbed at her head, most likely making her already disheveled hair worse, before she crawled over to the door. She ended up placing her hand in a puddle. Gross. She thought, and sat back down again, mindful of the gunk. Well, if she wanted to leave, she'd have to stand.
Placing her slippery hand against the wall, she stood as best she could. However the closet was no made to house people, only supplies, and she bumped her head on a shelf despite the fact she wasn't very tall.
"Ouch." She muttered to herself, rubbing at her head with her not disgusting hand. She wiped her hand against the wall, to try and get rid of the goop, when he spoke again.
Sleep on her? Moa froze. It seemed very unlikely that he would sleep on her, but he said it. Did he crawl in through the windows? She probably would have noticed before then. 'All the time' meant often, and if she'd never caught him, not even once, then he probably wasn't being truthful.
"What?" She called out. She was very confused now. "I don't..." Moa shook her head. This was ridiculous. Could she always?
"What do you mean, of-" she paused, accidentally swallowing some dust. "Of course I can talk. Quill, are... are you feeling okay?" She was starting to worry for him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 4:47 pm
Quillan frowned--man, this hallway had an eerily familiar voice... But he couldn't place it... now... where did this voice come from? "You know, you sound really familiar...." Quillan muttered, quirking his head to the side. He stood up and glanced around, "Where's your mouth?" He inquired, looking around with his arms on his hips.
He blinked. Why wouldn't he be feeling alright? "Of course I'm fine--I wish whoever had stepped on me had the galls to stick around though..." Quillan answered honestly, a wee bit peeved since he didn't get to see the guy. How was he supposed to get revenge then!?
Quillan frowned and listened to the voice more carefully now. Wait a second... That stuttering... "MOA!?" He exclaimed, running around. "Merlin's Beard, woman! I thought you were the hallway! Where are you!?" Quillan was looking around frantically--he was almost certain Moa wasn't invisible so where was she? "Are you hiding?" He inquired... quirking his head to the side a bit more--this was... confusing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 8:53 pm
Moa leaned against the door to hear him better. He had seemed fine, what little she'd seen of him. Maybe he had one of those fevers that made people act funny. He certainly was behaving differently.
"Where's my-!" Moa's face flushed a dark red and she took a quick step backwards in shock, banging her head once more. She groaned and grabbed at her head, groaning again when she realized she'd stuck her goop-covered hand in her hair. Moa pulled her hand away with distaste, frowning when she felt the chill of it dripping down the back of her neck.
"Quill." Moa frowned, wiping the back of her neck and stepping closer to the door once more. "I didn't l-leave..." She bit the inside of her cheek. 'Well... I didn't go far, anyway...'
Moa's head shot up when he shouted her name. Was he angry enough to yell? She really hadn't meant to run into him. But apparently not, Quill was just going a bit odd in the head. She frowned once more and put her hand against the door, worrying more for her friend. "I- I'm not the hallway, Quill." She reached for the doorknob. "And I'm right her in... in this... cl-closet..." She was able to jiggle the handle, but neither pushing or pulling seemed to do anything. "Q-Quill. I... I think I'm, I might be st-stuck."
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