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Post by Michael Spyre on Oct 15, 2011 21:40:27 GMT
Michael gave Laeila an expression, wondering if the girl knew he really didn't care who she was. "...I'm Michael." he said after Abby had spoken. "Michael Spyre." What made him speak he didn't know, maybe the fact that these two girls were like him. Wizards. He gave Abby a curt nod. "I'm new too. But I don't really care what house I'm sorted into. Besides Hufflepuff, that does sound like a pretty stupid name."
He glanced out the compartment door window, hearing a slight bang. Was it someone using magic on the train? Well, as long as it wasn't him it wasn't his problem. Besides, that ugly Death Eater he had seen was probably going to get that person anyway.
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Post by Maria Lexton on Oct 15, 2011 23:52:48 GMT
Maria leapt back. She didn't much care for wand-based magic, but especially not when it was being used in an enclosed space and without warning. Since entering she had thought it best to let the two groups argue it out, standing by to assist in case the hint of common ground was established. Magic, however, was a step too far.
"GINNY!" she cried out, unusually emotive. "You speak of peace but are the first to fire. Is this the legacy of Dumbledore's Army? If you can't convince them of your position with word, force it on them with wand?"
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Oct 16, 2011 6:30:01 GMT
Ignoring the giant flying bogies that would now be attacking Pansy as the result of her spell, Ginny fixed the other girl in her year with a hard look, although she did acquiesce to slipping her wand back into her pocket now that Parkinson was dealt with. "I'm not acting on behalf of Dumbledore's Army. And besides, she insulted me." the redheaded girl replied. Casting the hex in front of a prefect maybe hadn't been the wisest idea, Ginny thought ruefully - although she refused to wilt under Maria's gaze - but after Professor Slughorn had praised her casting of that very spell on the train last year, she supposed she had got a little careless with when she used it.
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Wincing at the bang they'd all heard, Abby momentarily regained her composure and responded with a short nod. "I don't much want to be in Hufflepuff either," she confessed, speaking more to herself than for the benefit of either of her companions. "I just don't think I'd be good enough to get into any of the other houses."
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Post by Maria Lexton on Oct 16, 2011 6:55:02 GMT
"Yes, so the proper response to an insult is to attack someone? If you said something a Slytherin took as an insult, would you be alright if they shot a spell at you? You may not be acting on behalf of the Army, but with what I've been hearing about the Seventh years being sick or otherwise missing, you may well be in charge of it. Do you feel is suits that position to be launching spells whenever someone says something mean? To modify a muggle phrase: Spells and charms may require balms, but simple words can never hurt us. I mean, have you followed the International Confederation at all? If every time one of them got their feelings hurt they fired a spell, every single meeting would turn into a duel! Decorum and being the better witch must carry the day."
Maria wasn't angry. By the end, it didn't even seem to be directed at Ginny but the section as a whole. Maria realized, once she finished speaking, that what started as a response to Ginny's comment had turned into an improntu speech, complete with a wide, head-held high stance, eyes scanning the room, hand gestures and certain things said in an exaggerated way "for emphasis". All habits she had picked up from watching any video of a speech she could get her hands on. Good traits otherwise, but somewhat out of place in what should have been a one-on-one casual discussion. Maria quickly tried to readjust a more casual demeanor, both in stance and tone.
"I mean, people are always going to be mean. You can't let them get to you."
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Oct 16, 2011 15:00:45 GMT
Luna gave a small nod at Maria's words. The prefect was right. Ginny was hurting, anyone with eyes could see that, but that didn't mean she could cast spells at whoever she wished because they had insulted her. The Ravenclaw spoke up
"Ginny, Maria's right. Pansy was baiting you...she wanted you to react like this. You gave her what she wanted, a reaction. If those Death Eaters had been hanging around you would have gotten into serious trouble." Luna took a step twards her friend "Harry's counting on us...I don't think he would want you to act like this."
Pansy gave a shriek and began to wave her arms manically, trying to rid herself of the flying bogeys which were attacking her. Pansy's hand reached for her own wand, whilst the other continued to beat the bogeys back. Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously on the red-head
"Stupefy!"
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Oct 16, 2011 17:53:44 GMT
Ginny fell silent. She was in charge of the DA? She honestly hadn't thought of that. True, she had been toying with the idea of starting it up again in opposition to Snape, but... her leading had somehow never factored into that. On top of that, Luna's words about Harry not wanting her to act like that stung her like a slap to her face, although Ginny had to admit - however reluctantly - that both Maria and Luna were talking sense. Feeling appropriately chastised, the redheaded girl nodded and made to sit down -
- and was hurled forcefully back into her seat by a flash of red light from Parkinson's wand as her spell found its mark. Ginny's head smacked against the headboard, causing stars to explode in front of her eyes as she struggled to cling to conciousness. Distracted as Pansy had been, the spell hadn't enough force by itself to render her unconcious, although Ginny's reflexes still felt incredibly sluggish in the aftermath of the attack.
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Post by Lavender Brown on Oct 16, 2011 18:40:34 GMT
At this point, Lavender had pulled out her wand, to defend Ginny of course. She wouldn't let her Won-Won's family get hurt. And she wanted to teach Pansy a lesson. With determination she pointed and yelled "Expelliarmus!" to disable her wand and give them the upper hand. The seventh-year just hoped none of the Death Eaters would come and find them. Pansy and Daphne would surely get the upper hand. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the mist of this commtion, half was fear and the other half was her not wanting to get in anymore trouble, the American slipped out of the compartment and went over to where some of the other kids were. "Um, mind if I join you?" she asked.
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Post by Maria Lexton on Oct 16, 2011 19:25:45 GMT
Maria threw up her hands. "So glad my words carry such weight." she muttered to herself.
She briefly considered pulling out her own wand. Ms. Brown, if Maria's memory of names served, was probably going the best course in terms of nipping this battle in the bud. But she knew neither Lavender, Pansy, or Ginny would stop even if the other party was disarmed. Besides, Maria thought with a shred of bitterness but mostly practicality, she probably wasn't nearly as good with a wand as any of the others. So she instead stepped in the middle of the fray, trying her best to get between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors.
"Stop, all of you! Is this what you want Hogwarts to be? A place where disagreements are settled with assaults and anger instead of debates and search for common ground? We are supposed to be a house of learning, not the American Old West. Can't we all just get along? You all are going to be adults soon. I won't pretend to know what you all plan to do, but there are enough rude customers, reporters, and managers to go around. And you can't fire at wand at them when they piss you off. It won't get you detention, it will get you arrested."
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Oct 16, 2011 21:33:28 GMT
The young follower stood there staring as Ginny and Pansy fought unable to say anything. When the younger prefect spoke Daphne gave the strange girl a sick look as if she'd just suggested they all jump off the moving train. Thin lips were parted slightly as she stared at the new girl. "You are suggesting that they don't fight?" she asked almost dumbly, "How silly! This is what we do, Hufflepuff." Placing slender hands on slender hips she snorted slightly staring at Ginny with deadly green eyes. Waiting to see what would happen next.
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Post by Maria Lexton on Oct 17, 2011 22:39:47 GMT
Maria turned towards the black-haired Slytherin, her long blonde hair shifting slightly on her shoulders as her head turned.
"So you have no beliefs? Nothing you think need be done? Perhaps I am mistaken, but I was under the assumptions Slytherins had more to them than arguing for argument's sake. If you are intend that your House be defined by what everyone else says and for Slytherins merely play the contrarian while the status quo remains the same, be my guest. But that doesn't seem to fit well with the ambition Slytherins value nor the cunning they exude. I'm simply asking you to use that ambition, that cunning to rise above these petty and fruitless problems to actually work towards a common goal for the betterment of wizardkind."
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Oct 18, 2011 20:34:56 GMT
Greengrass gave the girl another look that looked as if this time her brain had short circuited. She blinked those large pretty green eyes and just stared at the other female that was within range of her.
"Oh...well...we are cunning," she mused, "I suppose your right, Hufflepuff. Maybe not about us working towards a common goal but i do fancy myself rather ambitious and cunning. pansy perhaps we should listen to this chick and just push them out of the compartment? You know so we have a place to sit?"
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Post by Maria Lexton on Oct 18, 2011 23:31:18 GMT
"Well, that would certainly serve ambition a bit better, I'll grant you, but it still isn't quite up to the standards of cunning I know a Slytherin girl like you is capable of. Wouldn't you agree that Gryffindor bravado and Ravenclaw cleverness, tempered with a little Hufflepuff organization, might also help make for better improvements all around?"
Maria put her hand on Daphne's shoulder in what she had intended to be a sort of gesture of confidence and goodwill.
"If you are hard up for a seat, I have cart reserved up front, pretty much all to myself. I'd relish the chance to talk to you about your jewelry. I've been meaning to get a few pieces myself, and you seem to have exquisite taste for it."
Maria realized, after she had finished speaking, that she had neglected to remove her hand and it still awkwardly gripped Daphne's shoulder. Maria quickly removed her hand, attempting to slide it into an admiring touch of her necklace.
"I especially love this piece. You simply must tell me where you got it."
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Post by Laelia on Oct 20, 2011 4:22:30 GMT
Laelia looked up at the new girl, but barely acknowledged her presence. "That's fine. Sit where ever," before turning her attention back to Abby. Part of her knew she should encourage the girl....after all, it probably wasn't a good thing that she was so self conscious she considered Hufflepuff (a worthy house in it's own right) the only fitting place for herself....and that she considered that a BAD thing was even worse. But her curiosity over their previous conversation won out and she eagerly attempted to draw attention back to it. "Abby, you said before something about You-Know-Who taking over the Ministry and....the like. When did that happen? And Hogwarts? He's at Hogwarts too?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2011 18:38:10 GMT
"Over the summer." Abby replied, looking nervous about discussing the very subject. "I-I don't know much, just what I overheard my parents saying. Scrimgeour is supposed to have resigned, and everyone thinks that the new minister is just a puppet for You-Know-Who." Her eyes darted about as she spoke, as if just refering to the unnamable dark wizard could get her into trouble, and she fidgeted uncomfortably with her shirt collar as she spoke. "They say the new headmaster is a Death-Eater, so He must have some control over Hogwarts."
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Oct 25, 2011 20:12:50 GMT
Pansy's wand flew in a graceful arch out of her hand and landed just in front of Lavender. The Slytherin's blue eyes were wide in shock for a moment and then narrowed into slits. Her open hand clenched into a fist, she shook with anger and embarassment. Embarassment at being so easily beaten, by a Gryffindor no less, and angry at Lavender for daring to interupt her fight with Ginny.
"You prissy little half-wit!" Pansy spat.
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