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Post by brodie on Feb 7, 2006 18:35:37 GMT -5
After a quite unpleasant walk around the school Brodie finally found the Headmisstresses Office. "That took a bloody long time.." He said to himself, almost about to give up if he didn't find it. Grabbing his bags in one hand, he walked up the steps towards the gargoyal.
"Damn. No one told me I would need a password to get in!" Brodie said, poking the guardian with his finger. He had not a clue in his head what the password would be. Sighing he just stood there like a lump on a log.
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Post by Fiona Faine on Feb 10, 2006 23:00:11 GMT -5
The weather outside was absolutely horrendous. Sheets of pounding rain hammered against the windows with such intensity that it blocked out much of the castle noise within a good radius of a person. The only lights by which any part of the castle were lit were with bracketed torches and candles, whose flames flickered wildy against the stone walls. You would never be able to tell that the sun was covered by a dense blanket of purple and blue clouds swirling around angrily. Thunder and lightning boomed deafeningly every so often and made going outside virtually impossible.
Except for one woman. A tall figure of a witch that stood at 5'6 was trotting down the hall, her footsteps muffled by the elements. Her dark blood red robes were soaked down and plastered against her body. Brown hair fell in dregs across her shoulders and a gleeful glint sparkled in her eyes. She looked like a drowned rat who forgot to turn the hair dryer on. A tight smirk held a firm place on her lips. The fresh water droplets caught and reflected the orange light from the flames.
"Yes. Yes, it is perfect. I always knew I could count on him." Fiona whispered gleefully. Her deep blue eyes studed a clear vial that seemed to glow with a life of its own which she held up in front of her as she came within several yards of the gargoyle that stood guarding her office and the unknown man that was awaiting her arrival.
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Post by brodie on Feb 11, 2006 23:56:23 GMT -5
After a few minuets of standing and trying to look like he knew what he was doing, Brodie heard someone talking. They sounded like a women, not that old. Bringing his gaze up he saw a women of grace and importance. Taking a breath in he steped forward, hoping the get her attention.
"Hello? Miss? I'm here to see the Headmistress..Do you know if she's in or not?" Brodie asked politely. He didn't want to offend or scare he away.
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Post by Fiona Faine on Feb 12, 2006 21:44:24 GMT -5
"Of course she's not in, knumbskull." Fiona replied. She was the slightest bit startled after being in a trance as she was, but she didn't show a wink of it as she quickly slipped the vial into an inner pocket of her soaking robes. They would definetely have to be thrown through the wash several times or the dirt stains would become permanent, surely.
Her blue gaze stared suspicously at the strange man that was standing in her way and contemplated hexing him for ruining her moment of pure happiness. Unfortunately, she would rather not in case others were watching. It was, unfortunately, unbeocming of a Headmistress to hex and vex on first sight.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my castle without my consent?" asked Fiona bluntly, not bothering to be as polite as he was being to her.
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Post by brodie on Feb 12, 2006 21:50:59 GMT -5
"I'm here on private buisiness Headmisstress." He said to the women. "There seems to be some...talk of recruiters, Deva recruiters here and I was sent to see if there are any." He could tell from the start she wasn't going to like him. Yet, he still stood there.
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Post by Fiona Faine on Feb 12, 2006 22:06:54 GMT -5
"You're speaking to her, buddy. And if you don't tell me who you are and show some proof, I'll send you right back where you came from." Fiona stated moodily. She scrutinized his face, again debating whether she should hex him to Voldemort's grave and back. The idea was rather entertaining, and she vaguely wondered that the woman he was peaking to wasn't exactly all halo's and fairy dust. If the Deva were revruitng members, who was she to stop them from turning teenagers into evil creatons and who was he to stand in their way?
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Post by brodie on Feb 12, 2006 22:10:04 GMT -5
He nodded, reaching into his pocket and taking out a heap of well kept papers showing who he was, why he was there, everything down to his last tattoo. "Everything is there. All my papers, everything you could ever want to know about me." He handed them to her, trying not to watch her as he would a criminal.
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Post by Fiona Faine on Feb 16, 2006 22:34:54 GMT -5
Fiona flipped through the pages of his papers, looking in detail about his identity and who he worked for and really just skimmed over the rest of the bull that didn't matter much to her. She muttered, "Ministry", in a condecending voice once or twice. They were like ants that you just couldn't get rid of and then popped up right when you don't want to bother with them.
Heaving a sigh, the woman thrust the papers back into the man's hands and narrowed her eyes at him. "Alright Mr. Wickliff, what's this rubbish you're going on about with recruiting?" she asked, leaning forward to whisper her password to the gargoylr and lead the way up the revolving staircase that would take them to her office. She assumed he would follow, but didn't check to make sure as she squeezed out several gallons of good old water from her hair.
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