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Post by Ron Weasley on May 15, 2010 20:55:16 GMT -6
"Ready,mate." Ron said.
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Post by Harry Potter on May 15, 2010 21:00:37 GMT -6
"Let's do it then," Harry said. Up and down the table, Harry and Ron cast three charms; one to turn the Slytherin's skin purple, one to make them 'eat slugs' like Ron had done in his second year, and one to make the first two happen when any food or drink was ingested. The slugs would last for about an hour, the purple skin for a few, and the food would be cursed through Breakfast and Lunch on Sunday. When they had finished, Harry said, "Let's go, then," and he and Ron ran out of the Great Hall and up to the Gryffindor Common Room.
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Post by Theodore Nott on May 16, 2010 11:49:13 GMT -6
Theo walked over to the table and took his usual seat with Amber at the table. "How are you this morning?" He grabbed some toast and bacon before pouring himself orange juice.
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Post by Amber Smith on May 16, 2010 11:53:39 GMT -6
Amber sat down beside Theodore and grabbed a piece of toast and held it in her hand "I'm alright, I was just writing to my father about certain matters" she answered "How are you?"
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Post by Theodore Nott on May 16, 2010 11:54:38 GMT -6
"Let me know if you need any help with that." He took a bit of bacon and drank some juice. "Fine. Ready for this bloody task to come." He grunted.
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Post by Amber Smith on May 16, 2010 11:55:59 GMT -6
Amber nodded "Alright, and what time is that thing anyway?"
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Post by Theodore Nott on May 16, 2010 11:58:28 GMT -6
"I have to be there at 2 but I think it starts and hour after that." He took another bite and felt a tingle run through him. "Excited to cheer me on?"
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Post by Amber Smith on May 16, 2010 12:03:47 GMT -6
"Oh, yes I am so....." She started then looked closely at him "Theodore, your skin, it's... turning purple" she said confused
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Post by Theodore Nott on May 16, 2010 12:05:36 GMT -6
"What?" He looked down to see purple crawling up his arm. He was turning purple. Suddenly he dropped his goblet. "Amber I think I'm going to be..." He got up to run out of the hall.
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Post by Amber Smith on May 16, 2010 12:11:45 GMT -6
"Theodore, wait!" Amber screamed but he was already out of the hall. She sighed then realized that the food was all probably poisoned and that the table was probably cursed. She got up and ran out of the great hall to find him
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 24, 2010 8:22:50 GMT -6
Blake entered the great hall wearing his long forgotten Slytherin uniform. It felt like he was reassuming an old part of his life, a forgotten part, even if he had been well aware of it and active in it. Sitting and placing his bag next to his person, he stared at the table with great thought and no hunger to speak of so reached for a green apple and began to slice it into wedges for his consumption. He mused silently to himself, frivolities belonging a stream of consciousness passing through his mind. What if one had no peristalsis? How would one eat then? We take things much too granted, even the action of swallowing.
Having sliced two apples without thinking there Blake sat staring at the plate. He found the peanut spread and politely asked one of the elder years for it, smothering the slices evenly.
{As it is the 24th, ample time after your prank dearest lions, I am ignoring it in the assumption it has been taken care of.}
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 24, 2010 8:30:20 GMT -6
Blake had managed to eat about half of the slices, one apple, when he honestly felt he could not force anything more into his stomach. He settled for his tea sweetened with honey, long hair spilled over his shoulder as he stood and leaned a little ways over to snatch the little pot of honey and a proper tea spoon. There was a feeling that silence would follow him for the week haunting his aura and he predicted as such.
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Post by Blake Deimos on May 24, 2010 8:35:54 GMT -6
Blake swung his legs over the bench chair and swept up the strap of his bag in one fluid motion, standing and striding out of the great hall. He ran into a classmate from potions, well he ran into him and ran out, who was frantic about an assignment for some inane class. Apathetic, he fell deaf to the boy's panic and went on his own way.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 2, 2010 14:06:21 GMT -6
Theo sat in his usual seat and filled his plate with some potatoes and roast beef. He pulled out a book to look at while he ate.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 2, 2010 14:40:58 GMT -6
An owl flew in an dropped a large, heavy envelope at Theo's side. He set down his fork and wiped his mouth before he examined it turning it over in his hands. Finally with a sigh he opened it, with a loud bang it started to smoke and Theo shook his head at his father's dramatics. He went through the contents and then tucked it away in his robes. No longer hungry he got up and left the hall.
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"You are looking for happiness in all the wrong places; happiness comes from within."
