~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Apr 11, 2007 11:00:27 GMT -5
Aislin was walking down the road with a butterbeer in her hand. She sat down on the side of the road and set down the bottle next to her feet. She was in quite a pissy mood at the moment. What with all of this end of year stuff, and Morganna not being able to enjoy it.
I guess the saying 'you don't know how important something is until it's gone' is true, she thought bitterly.
She stared out at the shrieking shack. It just sat there looking old and Morganna hurled her empty bottle at it. It broke with a crash against the wall and Aislin sighed.
She put her hands in her pockets and walked over to pick up the glass. She glimpsed inside on the way to the shards and saw that the place was pretty trashed. It reminded her of her grandfather's study after a full moon.
She reached her mess and knelt down, picking the bigger bits up before she took the smaller ones into her palm. A sudden noise made her jump a bit in surprise and she clenched her fist on impulse.
The glass dug into her palm and she winced, dropping the shards. Blood oozed down her palm and dribbled from her wrist. A larger piece had gone right across, and it was bleeding profusely. Aislin, being an eleven year old, ripped off part of her shirt and tied it around her wrist.
Curiosity go the better of her and she went inside, glancing around slowly, taking cautious steps. The floor boards creeked beneith her and one cracked. Her foot fell through the floor, and Aislin fell over. She pulled on her foot, though it took a long while for it to become free of the floorboards.
She began to jump at every sound, the atomosphere of the house draining away ever security she had. She backed away until she hit a wall, and coughed when a thick layer of dust fell.
A rumbling gave her a start, and she widened her eyes as a few ceiling banasters fell in front of the door. She ran over and pulled on them, but they were too heavy for an eleven year old girl.
"[red]Somebody help me![/red]" she yelled continuously, banging on the door with all of her strength. After a long while she sank to the floor in dispair, tears falling down her face. If anything, someone would think that she was some ghost, and would go farther from the house, rather than nearer.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on Apr 17, 2007 20:34:15 GMT -5
((I'm'a use this for them to meet, 'kay? Zat okay wiz you? This is open, right? Yell at me and I'll delete my post.))
Hmm...That should be everything... Stradivarius ran his list of what he had needed and what he had bought so far through his head. He couldn't think of anything more that he needed. He had spent most of the day shopping for the school supplies that his parents had "unintentionally" neglected to get him, but that was okay, because he had access to their Gringott's account, and his family was by no means poor. Except maybe in taste. Ah, well, that couldn't be remedied. The term hadn't started yet, so he had no homework that needed attention, and his violin was, as of today, in the repair shop. So saying, he had nothing to do, particularly since he didn't exactly know anyone at Hogwarts. Besides ...Klarisa (And he refused to willingly associate with the girl). I suppose I could explore the more scenic parts of Hogsmeade. I don't need to be getting back to the castle quite yet, I've got a few hours left... Whisking up a simple spell to transport his bought goods back to his dorm, Stradivarius sighed, stretched, and glanced up and down the street. The shop-laden lower end of the lane was more crowded than the upper end, but then, most of the things to see were down there. But the Shrieking Shack, which he had heard a few rumors about, sat at the upper end of the street, at the top of the hill. After glancing each way one more time, he decided against the crowds, which often made him nauseous and gave him headaches. I could use the fresh air anyway, he thought, and set off at a relaxed pace up the street. After a few seconds, the peaceful crunch of leaves under his soles was invaded by a sharper, more ear-pricking shattering crunch. Frowning, Stradivarius paused and bent down. Glass. There was what looked like the shattered remnants of a butterbeer bottle scattered over the pavement. Disgusting... And classless at that. He kicked at one of the larger shards, and it left a thin, red line on the cement. He squinted at it. That isn't blood, is it? Stradivarius was about to turn down the street, thoroughly disgusted, when a faint pounding and shouting came from the Shrieking Shack, barely ten paces away. The voice sounded quite muffled, but it was vaguely female. Stradivarius straightened quite suddenly, staring hard at the ancient dilapidated building. I thought everyone said this place had been empty for a long time now? He hadn't heard any stories recently about anything happening here. And it certainly cant be a ghost that's in there, they wouldn't be trapped, and whoever this is, clearly wants out. I suppose... I don't care for playing the hero, but it would really be quite rude to leave someone in need of help like this. Providing I'm not imagining it, that is.But he wasn't generally given to delusion, so he might as well find out if that someone who might be in there needed help. Stepping carefully close to the door, he tried the handle. It turned surprisingly smoothly, and he noticed fresh fingerprints on it. There, see? Can't be a ghost. He went to push the door open (it swung inward), and it, too, moved quite smoothly--for a few inches. Then it came into contact with something wooden. Stradivarius's brow tightened. Whatever it was stuck against wasn't budging. Quite suddenly, he realized that whoever was inside had fallen silent. "Hello?" He called through the narrow slot in the doorway. "I heard yelling... Do you need help?" He pulled a face as he realized that he sounded like such a fop. Oh, well.
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Post by kai on Apr 19, 2007 15:26:26 GMT -5
Kai wandered through Hogmeade, looking for something to do. He saw the run-down old shack, the infamous Shrieking Shack. He had heard all of the stories about it, and figured he might as well experience it for himself. He checked to make sure his wand was in his pocket. He didn't want to be caught without defense in there. He sighed, doubting everything he had heard about it. He was sure to be able to handle anything in there, if there was anything. Kai walked down the worn old path to the door. He saw another person standing in front of the door. "Hey, what's going on?" Kai asked. He pushed the door, realizing it wouldn't move. "Er...is there any reason why the door won't open any farther?" Kai kept pushing against the door, but soon gave up after a few more attempts. He was trying to recall the spell he had learned to destroy solid objects, Blasto? No, reblucto? No, it was reducto. Kai wasn't about to attempt it though, the thing behind the wall could be a person. The shrapnel from an exploding door could cause some damage to himself too.
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Post by sprightly on Apr 19, 2007 17:54:02 GMT -5
Sprightly stalked down the Hogsmeade streets not looking at all happy. One could attribute this to the fact that Gryffindor had won the house cup rather than Ravenclaw or just because she was Sprightly and was often in a foul mood for no good reason at all. In reality she had more than good reason for being unhappy, she had just gotten back to Hogwarts from the most unpleasant two days she had ever experienced and considering how her previous life had been, that was pretty bad. She was wearing muggle clothes as a weak attempt at rebellion. She wore very tight black jeans that were entirely too low on her hips to be appropriate, and a square-necked black shirt the front of which was lined with silver claps held shut with ribbon. Her eyes were thick with kohl and her lips were painted bright red. Most strangely a swirly eye of Horus descended down one cheek. Rebellion. The more she thought about it the stupider it seemed, why even bother? She had always just done as she pleased anyway so it wasn’t so much an actual attempt to stick it to authority as it was her usual flagrant disregard for other people’s rules. Still not feeling remotely better about herself, actually feeling worse for acting like an ordinary teenager, she departed from the throngs of red and gold celebration and walked moodily down a side street.
It was quiet once you got away from the people, not to mention a lot better for contemplation. Granted, her mind wasn’t in the best state for contemplating, it was closer to being in the best state for screaming until you passed out. Still, there had been.,. not threats really, more like warnings of what would happen if she snapped. Still, it was hard to close her eyes without seeing that face in her mind, not to mention other things, even less pleasant things “God, Vishnu, Allah, umm, Jesus? Somebody, make it stop, please…” she whispered digging the heels of her palms into her eye sockets so fiercely she saw purple spots. Tryint to shake the feeling off she rolled her shoulders back and shook her head so fiercely that it made the vertebrae in her neck pop. “Snap out of it girl, ignore them. They were never real before so why would they be real now? Answer me that. You can’t? Well, there you go” she chatted to herself. The road beneath her had gone from stone to earth, she looked up and saw a dilapidated old hovel up ahead. Being something of a clever student she recognized that it had to be that ratbag tourist trap the shrieking shack. After all, advertising a place as the most haunted place in England was just begging for an influx of tourists.
Slowly she sauntered up to the fence that divided it from the road and looked at it. It looked like a cruddy grotty old house, just another rubbishy shed. There were two boys standing on the porch, she noticed that quickly. They weren’t much taller than her which meant they were almost certainly first years. First years would probably listen to her or even kowtow to her, and if they didn’t then she would curse them until they called her mummy. It sounded like a solid plan and it would give her the opportunity to blow off some steam. She wasn’t sure it was steam she was full of, it felt more like high molar acid, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
“Oi! You two! What do you think you’re doing up there? Don’t you know it’s off limits, you wank-brained morons?” she shouted rather nastily. “That place is falling apart, so get away before you fall through that rotten old stoop” she added, it might have seemed like a friendly warning were it not for the utterly caustic tone of voice she used.
((Sprightly to the rescue! If you want me just to piss off I will, it looks pretty crowded now. I don't want to be a bother)
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Post by kai on Apr 22, 2007 7:26:30 GMT -5
Kai looked back at the girl that had walked down the path. He glared at her for a few moments. She just showed up and insulted him. What kind of person just goes up and insults people? Well, he did, but only when he was mad about something else. Perhaps she was mad about something else, meaning that Kai and the boy next to him were probably going to be insulted even more by this girl. Kai sighed, looked back at the door, and tried to ignore her. Then he decided that she might know some other way to get into it. Although she was just yelling that the place was going to collapse, she might not object to trying to explore or finding out what is blocking the door. Kai turned back to face the girl, "Hey, I think someone is hurt behind this door, and it is blocking the only entrance into the shack. I need to get in there to explore, so perhaps you could help us get this door open somehow?" Kai hoped she would agree to help.
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Post by sprightly on Apr 22, 2007 11:01:38 GMT -5
“Someone’s hurt?” a bit of worry worked into her voice “Well, there you go. I told you it was dangerous” she added smugly. She hopped neatly over the fence and walked up to the porch. Carefully she inspected the situation, gave the door an experimental shove and rapped on the wall with her knuckle. “There’s not much we can do without completely risking the structural integrity of this place and bringing it down on all of our heads. A blasting charm on the boarded up windows would make a hole big enough for a person to crawl through but we would risk killing anyone inside with the shrapnel and the resulting shockwave which could full well be enough to destroy the remaining support. I’m not sure if my severing charm would be strong enough to cut through wood” she sighed deeply.
“I’m all out of ideas. One of you want to run and fetch a teacher or something?” she asked sitting down on the rotting wood of the porch. “It’s that or I try going in through the roof, and I’m dangerously insane so that’s a viable option to me” she said toying with her wand in her hand. “Mariposas” she cast a spell, one of her favourites, that made butterflies shot out of the tip of her wand. They were lovely, like little flying flowers, red and blue and orange. “Incendio” a jet of flame incinerated the delicate creatures. “Anyway, whatever you want to do” she added.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on Apr 23, 2007 19:04:45 GMT -5
((Well, Spry, I guess it might be better to wait for Aislin b'fore telling you to leave or not, but it really is rather crowded....)) Stradivarius winced at the odd, frail-looking girl's quite blunt manner, frowning slightly at the two's spur-of-the-moment assessment. "She's not hurt as far as I know, and..." He peered through the crack in the door, "It looks like a ceiling beam or wall fell in, maybe, or part of the floor above, and the boards blocked the door. Actually, there's an easier way to clear it than just blasting through, it'll just require the help of whoever's inside." He made sure to direct this at least partially to the person inside. "It might help, though, if one of you would go get a teacher. ...Well go already!" He said quite coldly to the boy. He had more respect, as was due, at least, towards girls, particularly those older than he. "Here, stand out of the way a bit..." Stradivarius spoke this last bit to the person inside the shack again. Pulling his wand from his sleeve, he whispered, "Mobili silvam. Okay, I'm raising the beam, or whatever this may be, I need you to direct the pieces out of the way, as I can't see.. A light push should do, it ought to move quite easily... You're okay, right? Come now..." He could hear the rubble inside shifting with a slight grinding noise.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Apr 24, 2007 15:26:12 GMT -5
((It's fine. I think it would be good to have someone that Aislin knows here...btw, I'm babysitting. My computer exploded. )) Aislin took in a deep breath at voices, but remained silent through them all. She felt nautious, and a look at her profusely bleeding wrist would tell anyone why. The blood had soaked through the cloth and Aislin blinked slowly before standing. She moved towards the pieces and pushed one of them out of the way, ducking as it glided over her head. She looked at the others and quickly tried to figure out how to push them. If they bumped in the wrong direction, she could make the building collapse. She pressed on another and then pulled it back as it floated towards a beam holding up few others that shifted in the first little collapse, and were loosely hanging above Aislin. "[red]I can't see where...[/red]" she said softly fading off as she thought. She looked at the second story of the shack. Not my smartest idea, but we can't all be geniouses, she thought as she moved away from the door. She went to the stairs and cautiously climbed them. A rotting one fell as she tested it and she stepped over it carefully. When she reached the top, she leaned over the railing and pushed on the beams that blocked the door by leaning up against it. They fell with a crash, and the railing broke. Aislin lost her balance and her foot slipped off of the edge. She hung at the edge and looked towards the ground. It's no quittitch post... she thought sourly before letting herself drop. She let out a soft grunt as she hit the ground and she felt a small trickle of blood run down her face. She wiped at it with her clean hand and looked at it with a sigh. "[red]Ow...[/red]" she whispered to herself.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on Apr 24, 2007 20:38:49 GMT -5
Stradivarius's brow creased at a sharp crash from inside. Trying the door again, he found that it moved a little farther, and he could see a red stain on the floor from... Blood? "Are you alright? Did you hit something?" He asked anxiously. He felt quite useless, he could help out better if only he could see to move the beams, but he'd have to leave that to the girl inside.
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Post by kai on Apr 26, 2007 5:50:04 GMT -5
Kai decided that the Levitating spell will move the rest of the wood. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The wood floated up, and Kai moved it off to the side carefully. It wouldn't be much of a hazard now. Kai walked in, ignoring the mess of splintered wood just inside the door. This was the Shrieking Shack? How boring! It was just some run down wooden building. There might be some old stuff upstairs, but there weren't any psychotic ghosts. The only dangerous thing here was a building collapse. Kai thought about leaving, but it would probably better to stay. He was looking at some girl who looked like she was bleeding profusely.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 11, 2007 14:34:28 GMT -5
"[red]I'm....I'm fine...[/red]" Aislin whispered. She rubbed the back of her head and stood hesitantly, almost immediately losing her balance and falling to one knee. "[red]Umph,[/red]" she said when her knee hit her own stomach, knocking the air out of her. She blacked out momentarily and then slowly rose once more to face two unknown boys and Sprightly. "[red]Thank you[/red]" she said.
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Post by kai on May 14, 2007 5:50:05 GMT -5
Kai looked at the girl. She seemed to be injured in the back of her head. "...Are you ok? What happened?" Kai asked. He looked back to see if the others were still there. He didn't know what to do. Should he take her back to the castle or try to help her right now. Kai started to move some more of the stuff out of the way so that the door could open all the way.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 14, 2007 14:40:24 GMT -5
"[red]I think I'm okay. I was moving the boards that were stuck up on the railings and it broke. I fell when it did,[/red]" she explained. She walked towards them hesitantly, her legs shaking a little from the rush of the fall. She helped to move some stuff, getting on her hands and knees to push some of the boards on the floor from in front of the door. When she finished she sat on her knees, deciding it best that she didn't try to stand again at the moment. She was having a hard time even staying in an upright position with everthing spinning like it was. "[red]How did you find me?[/red]" she asked.
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Post by kai on May 16, 2007 6:01:29 GMT -5
Kai finished moving some more boards, then sat down as well. Kai wondered what the other two were doing outside. They were taking a while to get in here, perhaps they were too scared to come in. Kai looked over at the girl. She looked a little older than he was, maybe by a year. She didn't seem too be bleeding or in any danger of being hurt. Kai relaxed and answered her, "Well, there was nothing else to do, so I decided to go explore down here."
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 18, 2007 12:04:49 GMT -5
"[red]Well then I'm glad that you have a good sense of adventure,[/red]" she said, wincing as she laughed lightly. Her smile became forced as she felt an aching in her side and she took in a short breath when she felt her other side kicking in. Aislin looked at him and her eyes showed faint worry. "[red]Wait here,[/red]" she said getting up shakily. She moved as fast as she could to another room and locked the door behind her. Being only a 1/4 werewolf, Aislin was not forced to change every full moon, just about every three months, but when she had injuries that had her weakening and loosing alot of blood, her body transformed to a wolf so that it could heal. The necklace that she used to wear, she found, prevented her from changing at all, but it was also very dangerous. It nearly killed her once.
Aislin felt her limbs buckle and she uttered a soft growl as she changed. She still had not grown accustomed to the pain associated with the transformation, though she had experienced it what she thought to be one too many times. As soon as she felt her wounds healing, Aislin forced herself to change back to human form, and open the door. She was still very weak, both from changing and from losing as much blood as she had from her wrist, but at least the bleeding stopped.
When she came back out of the room, she walked back over to this boy and practically collapsed again. She sat up and looked at him, ignoring the burning shame that showed in her face. Her cheeks were blushing bright red, but she kept her face up as though she didn't notice. "[red]I'm sorry...I'm Aislin...[/red]" she said weakly.
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