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Post by solar on Apr 19, 2006 20:19:54 GMT -5
The day time had finally fallen to sleep, as the stars and moon had come out to play. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and only the slight rustling of trees could be heard outside, due to a slight wind picking up. Not much was happening. All the noise from the students buzzing about the halls was starting to die down. Only a few of them could be seen heading to wherever their destination was. Tonight, hopefully, would be a more quiet one than normal.
It was time for Eleanor to finally start making her rounds about the castle, making sure there was no extra students goofing off into the midnight hours. With a lantern in hand, Eleanor walked along the first floor, with a content expression washed over her face. So far, so good. She thought, looking from side to side, keeping an eye out.
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Post by mark on Apr 21, 2006 20:10:14 GMT -5
Oh. The joys of having CF. The Hufflepuff first year roamed through the hallways rummaging through a his school bag that was stretched so the seams almost burst with pressure. Typical of first years, it was as if they were afraid that something would be left behind, and he would desperatly need it. Like his pills and such. Pulling his robes back to where they were supposed to be, (the joy of being a gaunt child) he turned the corner.
Mark's chocolate-brown eyes widdened upon seeing the Caretaker. He had heard many-a-rumour for things that the caretakers did to students after curfew. Mark was much too young to be hung by his ankles in the dungeons! Not to mention he would probably have a panic attack. Mark chewed his bottom lip intently as he leaned against the wall, his hands inbetween the grooves of the bricks upon the wall.
Mark had an excuse- his daily appointment with the nurse. Mrs. Johnson had other business to attend to, thus Mark's treatment was put off later then normal, much later. The first year couldn't stay awake much longer. Actually, his appointment had left him around 11:30, but he still didn't know his way around the school. Infact, he had been walking this very same hallway for nearly half an hour, unsure of which way the common room was.
But right now, Mark was too afraid to think about the general direction of the common room. He neither wanted to write on the blackboards for hours on end, or clean the frog brains from the Potions room. Goodness... The possibilites.
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Post by solar on Apr 21, 2006 22:40:23 GMT -5
The atmosphere started to tighten up, and become more dense as she rounded a corner. It was as though there was something there, that wasn't really there. Almost like a spirit that was embracing the entire area. Though, Eleanor knew what it was. It was nothing more than a student. Or could it have been an overly annoying ghost, trying to make her go upset in the mind? Eleanor was too good for that, but decided to do a little more searching before officially saying there was indeed a student near by.
Silently, she made her way down that hall way. Not a soul could be found. "Guess I won't be needing that good ol' guillotine." Eleanor told her self, having a joking tone in her voice. A wide, yet sly grin was on her face, as she looked behind her quickly, and saw no one.
Eleanor loved to scare the students with her meaningless threats. It was fun to see their expressions, how quickly they ran away, or how they would sometimes even cry. But it was mainly the first years who were the most gullible. It was quite amusing, and Eleanor would pick on them any chance she got. All in good fun, of course.
Though, as she continued to walk, her smelling sense had become suddenly heightened. "I smell fear..." She said, again to no one in particularly. Her smile had grown more evil looking, but still caring nonetheless. Eleanor looked behind her once more, and still saw no one. Finally, she had stopped dead in her tracks, making no noise. She was waiting to hear if any foots steps were getting closer, or the sound on one's breathing could be heard.
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Post by mark on Apr 22, 2006 15:27:03 GMT -5
Mark was naturally (or not naturally, depends on how you look at it) a heavy breather, and he couldn't help that. The bit of a throat cold he was currently fighting off was definatly not helping with his breathing. Raspily, he heard the footsteps walk away, then suddenly stop. That can not be good The firstie mused to himself as he peeked from the concrete post.
Running a hand through his dark already messy hair, he sheepishly shrugged. This was not going to be fun. 'Guess I won't be needing that good ol' guillotine.' He heard, and his already large Italian eyes widdenned even further. Guillotine! He was too young to be... whatever the caretaker planned to do with guillotine! Well, there was always room for experiences, and since he had hit the expected mid-life crisis, he didn't have much time left.
Mark thought he was safe when the caretaker seemed to leave, he emerged from the shadows, and took a look around. He took a few steps backwards, oblivious to what was already behind him. Perhaps a step or two too many? Bumping into a rather solid object, Mark's frail body rebounded two steps or so. Wide-eyed, he turned around and looked up at the caretaker. Mark said sheepishly, "Erm... I can explain?"
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Post by solar on Apr 22, 2006 19:12:18 GMT -5
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, as she felt something hit her back. As she turned around, there appeared to be a small boy standing there. He was also in Hufflepuff, by the looks of his robes. A first year! This should be interesting... She thought as she tried to hide a grin, and put on a more serious face. Eleanor knew it would be easy to mess with a first year's mind, and that's exactly what she would be planning on doing.
"There be no need for explain' where you're goin'." She told the boy, as though he were going to the underworld. "Follow me." She took him by the left ear, and dragged him down the hall, and then down another hall, to where her office was. When they reached the door, Eleanor let go of his ear, and pushed open the door. Quickly, she walked in, setting the lantern down on her desk. Eleanor turned around to look at him through the door way, with a most evil grin on her face. "Well, get in here!" She commanded him, pointing to the empty desk in her office, for him to sit down in.
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Post by mark on Apr 22, 2006 19:26:52 GMT -5
Follow me, was not a choice apparantly, for the caretaker had grabbed his left ear in a forceful manner. Mark didn't complain when the caretaker grabbed his ear and yanked him down the hallway. He didn't know why she had to yank so hard, for he was standing on tip toes and walked at the same speed. Perhaps she was just as mean as the rumours told him she was.
Mark intently chewed his lip as he walked down the second hallway (good Merlin! He remembered where the common room was now!) Mark sported his ear when she let go, for the caretaker could have been pulling his teeth and hurt less then the ear. After all, Mark had small, not too flexible ears. Mark, upon walking into the office (strange place it was), began to have another one of his coughing fits, an uncontrollable one at that.
Mark was most certainly going to take that seat, for not only had Miss. Hargreaves commanded him to, but these little fits left him breathless. Plopping down into the rather uncomfortable seat, he rubbed his right eye. Dark circles aligned around them, not only because it was past midnight, but because he often got tired with those fits. Mark chewed on his bottom lip as he looked down at his sneakers. What was going to become of him?
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Post by solar on Apr 22, 2006 20:13:25 GMT -5
Quietly, Eleanor went behind her desk, and pulled out a mini guillotine. The only thing that could really fit in it, was a hand, or a foot. She also pulled out a quill, and stuck it where the blade would fall. She snickered evilly, as she turned to look at the boy.
"Listen up. See this? this is a guillotine. If I catch you walkin' around after dark," Eleanor pulled down a rope on the small guillotine, and the blade dropped, cutting the quill in half. "Off with your toes!"
Eleanor gave out a bit of a maniacal laugh. She cleaned up the quill bit's and pieces, and put away the mini guillotine. She glanced over at the few picture frames, and smiled a bit. Still, she didn't want to be distracted, and turned her attention back to the boy.
"What's your name? House?...Wait here." Quickly, Eleanor ran out of the room, and came back with a glass of water. She placed it on the desk in front of him. "Drink it. It'll help your coughing." Eleanor folded her arms, and and leaned against her desk. "Alright. So I'll be needin' your name, house, and year."
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Post by mark on Apr 22, 2006 21:16:24 GMT -5
Mark swallowed hard when the mini-guliotine snapped the quill into two pieces. The lady was crazy! He mused in horror. Was she really going to do that to him? Wasn't that against the rules? The scary laugh caused a chill to go down Mark's spine. Maybe she was really crazy. He didn't want to find out, for the outcome was nebulous. He was half-glad when she ran off, however disappointed when she came back.
Mark accepted the water, even though he knew that it would be no use to him. Nothing worked except the treatment that had been already laid upon him earlier. Mark answered sheepishly in a shaky voice, "Mark D-D'Angelo... Fi-first y-y-year. H-Hufflepuff." Weither it had been the death threat just put on him, or the fact that he was a naturally sheepish young boy was not detectable.
((ooc: sorry for this terrible post Miss..))
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Post by solar on Apr 22, 2006 21:53:01 GMT -5
Eleanor raised an eyebrow at how he was quivering with his words. In a sense, it made her laugh, but she did not want to show this. "Oh, calm down. I wouldn't really cut off your toes." She told him, reassuringly. "Maybe your foot, to keep you from wandering around, but not your toes." There was very evil grin on her face, as she reached behind her, to grab some parchment and a quill.
After writing down his information, she went over to the bullitine board, where there was a list of students who had detention. With that very same quill, she wrote down his name, and put back down the quill onto her desk.
"Alright," She began. "Because I can tell this will be a quiet night, you'll be surving your detention now. So, let's go." Eleanor picked up the lantern off the desk, and went out the door, motioning for him to follow her.
((Don't worry about it))
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Post by mark on Apr 26, 2006 16:56:09 GMT -5
Mark gaped his mouth silently with her comment. He wanted his foot for sure, for he had enough wrong with him as it was. Standing himself up again, he began to cough violently, in a way that he was almost on the verge of fainting, for it was normal for him to cough up phelm after his treatment and what not.
Leaning onto the door frame for support he didn't say a word, but he continued on with his violent coughing fit. He didn't complain however, for merlin knew what would happen if he did so. And besides, he was thinking outsidr the box- perhaps the caretaker wouldn't give him a detention if she saw him this sick. After all, his skin was already 'naturally' pale, almost to the point where he could be on a death bed.
After he completed his 'little' coughing trauma he rubbed his chocolate-brown eyes, and while he did so, the dark circles around them went darker. Loss of sleep most obviously.
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Post by solar on Apr 28, 2006 6:27:40 GMT -5
The near by corridors were all silent. Only the flickering of flames could be heard coming from the torches that were on the walls, slightly lighting the halls up with an orange glow. Eleanor looked around for a moment, but looked back at him.
"Alright. We're almost done with the first floor. Let's carry on." She told him, gesturing him to follow. Eleanor decided to just get his detention over with now. It wasn't all that bad. All he'd have to do is patrol the halls with her for the night.
As Eleanor began walking, she turned around a few times just to make sure he was following her, and hadn't run off.
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