Bad Call
Author: Isolde
Date: 06-08-03 11:59
Isolde darted back in the opposite direction after she caught the quaffle during Sykra's attempt to score. She threw a quick glance over her left shoulder, observing Alexis flying close behind with beater bat on the ready should a whizzing bludger spiral her way. When Isolde turned back around, she immediately ducked down and flattened her body against her broomstick, careful not to lose the quaffle in the process. A bludger had targeted her and sailed overhead, and then Isolde heard the mighty whack of the bat striking the ball. Alexis had sent it flying in a different direction.
Suddenly, a formation of Ravenclaw chasers lurched into Isolde's path. Unable to control her broomstick, the blonde Slytherin veered suddenly to the left and accidentally elbowed Terry Boot in the side.
"Foul!" cried Madam Hooch, blowing her whistle. "Cobbing, Farnon! Boot for penalty!"
"Terry Boot takes the penalty shot," exclaimed Bronwyn, the Quidditch commentator.
Isolde frowned. "It was an accident!" she shouted to no one in particular.
Still, it was enough to earn Ravenclaw the first points scored in the match.
"Boot makes the shot for ten points," cheered Bronwyn, "for Farnon's excessive use of elbows!"
Isolde was fuming. "Elbow, not elbows!" she yelled, but no one seemed to care except for the other Slytherins both on the team and in the stands.
The game resumed with Slytherin's morale a little down.
Tame Game
Author: Jet
Date: 06-08-03 13:00
Jet grins over at Emma just as the foul is called on Isolde Farnon against Terry Boot. "This isn't too bad so far. No one's bleeding yet."
All three boys laugh at the shocked look on Emma's face then Kody explains, "Slytherin's playing today. By their standards, this game has been really tame. So far none of them has tried cheating or pulling any obviously dirty stunts. Of course, it's still very early on."
Emma still looks shocked, even more so actually after looking at Kody, Drake, and Jet in turn and realizing what they've said is true. As Emma's mouth forms an "O" as all this sinks in, Jet adds, keeping the smugness from his tone, "Slytherins will do whatever it takes to win."
Tame...Yeah,
That's the Word I'm Looking For...
Author: Emma Crusher
Date: 06-08-03 16:18
Emma slowly returns her focus to the game, not entirely sure she wanted to see what it was that was happening.
Drake patted her reassuringly on the back. "Don't worry, the bludgers hardly ever hit a spectator, and nobody's died - yet."
She hadn't even thought of the possibility that a bludger might spontaneously decide to ram itself into the audience until Drake had been curteous enough to mention it hardly ever happened. Glancing past Drake over to Kody, she said, "Please tell me he's not serious about stray bludgers," receiving a faint laugh from all three of the boys around her.
Rogue Bludgers
Author: Kody
Date: 06-08-03 19:37
Drake, Jet, and Kody laugh faintly but then all manage to go suddenly serious as Kody muses aloud, "There are stories of rogue bludgers. One just a few years ago as a matter of fact. Your first year here, Jet. The year before Drake and I arrived. One attacked Harry Potter, resulting in the loss of all the bones in one arm. Or so the story goes."
Jet nods slowly, almost sagely. "True. True. Saw it happen, I did. Was horrible. Have you ever seen what skin and muscle is like with no bone to support it?"
Jet visibly shudders while Drake and Kody screw up their faces in disgust. Poor Emma actually cringes and she starts drawing back as if to use the three boys for a shield in case a bludger turns rogue and picks her out of the crowd. This results in the boys doubling over with loud guffaws.
Jet finally explains to the very perplexed Emma, "It's fairly certain someone put a spell on the bludger to go after Harry Potter during a game. He's the Gryffindor seeker. It hit him and knocked him off his broom and he broke his arm. The DADA professor here at the time, Gilderoy Lockhart, rushed in to fix the break but caused all the bones in the arm to vanish instead. Harry spent the rest of the day and night in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, getting all the bones grown back."
Emma stares at all three boys, then starts laughing as well, reaching out to playfully slap each one on the arm. "Remind me to never believe a word any of you say."
Kody, still chuckling, gets up just then, "Looks like there's a lull in the game. Refreshments on me. Back in a minute."
Still Waiting
Author: Cho Chang
Date: 06-08-03 19:39
Cho hums as she circles over the pitch, watching Sykra accept the quaffle easily, only to get it taken away, Cho sighs. This wasn't being the best game, not to mention she felt completely awkward on her broom today and she wasn't quite sure why.
She Shoots...She
Misses?
Author: Aradia Forest
Date: 06-08-03 19:39
The game against Slytherin is so far rather dull, especially compared to last year. Soaring over the pitch I see a quaffle heading my way and quickly snatch it out of the air. Flying quickly toward the Slytherin goal posts, I give a nearly perfect throw towards the hoops. I am so sure it's a goal when the keeper has to block it at the last minute. Muttering some choice words about what I think about that keeper, I resume my flying, awaiting another chance to score . . . a chance I WON'T miss.
Threads
Author: Voldemort
Date: 06-08-03 20:05
I am extremely pleased that Lucius has been able to track more of my followers, and pleased that the Durmstrang student, Radinka, is so clever and able. Lucius reward is to be in charge of the traitors that are tracked down and captured. Radinka's was to be accepted into the inner circle.
And even as they work so aptly together, another of my servants is working for me in Hogwarts. And soon Ethan Somerset will be meet two of the Others like him. They won't be able to tell him much - just enough to satisfy his curiosity a bit. It will be more to reinforce his conversion. The meeting is carefully planned. It will seem natural, but is anything but normal.
Stolen
Author: Mary
Date: 06-08-03 21:26
Mary reached out and caught the quaffle as Pyrrhus deflected it in her direction. She whirled on her broomstick and shot toward the Slytherin goalposts, the quaffle leaping from Mary's hands to Isolde's and back again. Mary, her face set in grim determination, hurled the quaffle straight at the Ravenclaw's goalposts, only to have it snatched in midair by a Ravenclaw. Seething, she zoomed after them to try and take it back.
"Ravenclaw is possession!" the announcer shouted gleefully. Mary was so angry she thought she might puke.
Meeting
Author: Ethan Somerset
Date: 06-08-03 21:45
Ethan slipped out of the castle and followed the snowy slope down to the gates of Hogsmeade. Unlike the majority of his colleagues who were attending the Quidditch match currently underway at the Pitch, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had urgent business in the village.
Another cryptic note had arrived at his office earlier that morning. This one had merely said, Go to the cliffs in Hogsmeade. As soon as these words had disappeared, one single command formed across the parchment: Now.
Without a second thought, Ethan had put on his winter cloak and left his office, ignoring the festive cheers emanating from the stadium. He had planned on going into Hogsmeade today anyway; he needed to collect some supplies for personal as well as education use and figured using the time when his students and fellow professors were otherwise occupied would be perfect.
Thoughts of running errands were also forgotten. Ethan stealthily approached the cliffs, trying to seem nonchalant as to not draw any unwanted suspicion to himself. He wasn't exactly sure where to go, but somehow he found the correct locale. Two strangers were standing nearby and when Ethan came into view, their eyes shone with a kind of knowing gleam.
Yes!
Author: Annie Paul
Date: 06-09-03 02:16
As the Quaffle was stolen by Ravenclaw from Mary I had to cheer really loud. "That'll teach her," I said and the game continued in a very much fast and exciting pace. But one thing was for certain the snitch had not really shown itself and it kept a lot of us wondering where it'll pop up.
I took out my book and sketched the moment and smiled at my work. Making sure no one was looking I drew a donkey's tail and ears on Mary then laughed to myself about it.
Curses!
Author: Pyrrhus
Date: 06-09-03 09:20
Py grumbles hotly to himself about missing the block of the Boot boy's foul shot. For a split second he chuckles at the thought of "the boot boy" fit for nothing better than cleaning shoes. Pyrrhus quickly stops himself from letting his mind stray and none too soon as a bludger come whizzing straight for him. Py dives down and to the side, narrowly avoiding being hit but in that short span of time, Sykra Sawyer has moved in with the quaffle. Before Py can get back in position, the Ravenclaw lets the quaffle go, easily scoring a goal.
A Midwinter
Sorting
Author: Albus Dumbledore
Date: 06-09-03 11:20
"Paperwork! Bah!" I grumble. "My life has turned into nothing but paperwork!" Forms for the Ministry of education... forms for the school records... forms for transfer students, both in and out! I would much rather be watching the Quidditch match, but first I must get these in order.
A light tap at the door announces a visitor. "Enter!" I call out. I peer over the stack of papers at the young lady coming through the doorway. Slightly built with a cascade of red-gold hair surrounding a fair-complected face. She approaches my desk with an air of confidence, rare in a sixteen-year old. "Ah! Miss Fennally, is it?"
She nods to indicate I have the name right. "From Beauxbatons, if I recall Professor McGonagall's information correctly." I stand and come around the desk. "And you wish to be sorted? Is that correct?"
"Oh! Yes Sir! We do not have separate "Houses" at Beauxbatons. I would like very much, to know where I truly belong!"
"Well then.... Let's get right to it!" I "Accio" the stool and then the sorting hat, and place the stool in the open area before my desk.
The old hat gives a prodigious yawn, then exclaims, "Hey! What's the big idea, waking me up in the middle of winter? Don't you know I'm supposed to be "hibernating"?"
"Sorry, old friend, but we have a job to do! You can finish your nap, later." Miss Fennally looks at the hat and backs up a step. I motion for her toward the stool. "No need to worry. He's always a bit grumpy at this time of year. Doesn't like the cold. No! Not at all!"
Santhea Fennally takes a seat on the stool and I place the old hat on her head.
"Hmmm..." the hat ponders. "Bright! VERY bright! And maybe a bit, shall we say, independent? Proud heritage! Hmmm.... Left Beauxbatons in a bit of a hurry? Definitely not Hufflepuff.... Not Ravenclaw, either.... Could be Gryffindor... but no! You're a "pureblood"! Probably wouldn't do well with those of Muggle descent... Well then, I think you belong in... SLYTHERIN!"
A fleeting smile touches the corners of her mouth, and she releases the breath she has been holding with a faint sigh of relief. "And so, Miss Fennally. It appears you have just become Hogwarts' newest Slytherin! My congratulations." I take the hat from her and set it on my desk, brushing off a bit of dust in the process.
"Londy?" I call. There is a hiss and a pop, as if someone has spilled water on a hot griddle. Londy appears behind me with a slight stirring of the air. "Would you be so kind as to take Miss Fennally down to the dungeons? Show her to her room and introduce her around to some of the others."
Our new student's eyes go quit large at the mention of the dungeons. "It's quite all right, my dear. The Slytherin Common Rooms are located in the old castle dungeons. Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, has his offices there, as well." Somewhat relieved, Miss Fennally follows Londy out of the office. I hurry to finish my paper tasks, so that might catch at least the last bit of the match.
Trapped
Author: Lysander Stratford
Date: 06-09-03 12:34
Lysander sat on a stool behind the front counter of the store, feet perched on the bottom rung and his body slumped over the flat surface before him. He propped one elbow up and rested his chin on his palm, absentmindedly drumming the fingers of his other hand on the counter top. Although not the case, business at Twice Told Tales seemed abnormally slow. Lysander appeared distant, lost and trapped in his own little world.
His mind was reeling with thoughts, feelings, musings and memories. He missed Chyler so much, hardly remembering a time when he didn't love her. Maybe there hadn't ever been such a time. The two had grown up together, first as playmates while their parents conversed over tea or pints of butterbeer, then as classmates at Hogwarts. Julian had been there all the while, a brother to Chyler, a best friend to Lysander.
Now, one in their party was lost forever. It seemed wrong and strange and left Lysander feeling as if he didn't know how to carry on. A large piece of him was missing, never to return. Suddenly, Lysander felt angry––very angry.
Slight Chill
Author: Vera Delgety
Date: 06-09-03 14:30
"GO RAVENCLAW!!" "GO SLYTHREN!!"
The team houses were shouting as the game went on. Vera and Lawrence arrived a little late in the game, but nevertheless they showed up. Finding a seat in the crowed, Lawrence wrapped his arm around Vera to keep her warm. Vera wasn't really cheering for any particular team. Just seeing, again, what she was up against.
There was a sudden chilly breeze and Vera shivered under Lawrence's arm. He squeezed her a little and rubbed her arm. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Vera smiled and continued watching the game.
At Work
Author: Sirius Padfoot Black
Date: 06-09-03 16:32
Sirius silently reads over the handwritten page of parchment, checking for errors, then carefully goes through the steps to set the type for what will be the printed version of it. As he goes about his work, Sirius gives no indication to those around him how distasteful he finds the drivil on the parchment.
Sirius does what he's done since arriving in York. He keeps to himself, asking only questions that absolutely must be asked, such as those that led him to this printing job, keeps necessary comments as brief as possible, and never elaborating his answers when questioned. Above all else, Sirius keeps on high alert at all times. If he sticks to his role as Patrick Blackburn, down on his luck wizard thanks to some idiots in the Ministry, and with a great deal of patience, Sirius eventually hopes to learn who's financing the publication and distribution of these dark arts pamphlets and books.
Sirius double checks the spacing and type, making sure the correct amount of space for a photo has been allotted, then starts the page printing. At that same time, Sirius's immediate boss approaches. "Shut 'er down after you're done with that page, Blackburn. Appreciate you coming in on a Saturday. You and the other lads what came in today put us back on track after that raid scare yesterday. This booklet will be ready for binding and distribution come Monday, right on schedule. I'm treatin' everyone to lunch as a thank you. What do you say?"
As Chris Wheelright speaks, Sirius never slows in his work. Nor does he when he replies to Wheelright with a curt nod of the head and an even tone, "I say that a prudent man never turns down a free meal."
Ooooooooh!
Author: Tempest Aisling
Date: 06-09-03 18:10
Tempest pounded her broom when Sykra scored the goal. She gritted her teeth and headed toward the quaffle. She snatched it, dodging the Ravenclaw chasers and beaters.
Spotting Isolde, Temp eyed her and tossed the quaffle to her. Mary came up and the three started tossing it, again, back and forth to each other.
They finally reached the goal and Temp threw it in, smacking the Ravenclaw keeper, Gabriel Baine before flying threw the goal. The Slytherin chasers smacked hands and were on their way.
The Game Continues
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 06-09-03 19:43
Bronwyn tucked a fly-away strand of golden hair through the band of her earmuffs, as she used her other hand to press down the brassy-colored button on the score board which now read: Ravenclaw 20 vs Slytherin 10.
After Terry Boot's score, the Ravenclaw team appeared to gain a sudden boost of energy. Sykra Sawyer soon followed Terry's lead and earned another ten points for the House. If Slytherin seemed down on their luck at first, things quickly changed when Tempest Aisling barreled to the goal hoops and slammed the quaffle through the center of the circle after banging up Ravenclaw keeper Gabriel Baine a bit.
"Forest in possession of the quaffle!" Bronwyn shouted, watching with great interest as the Ravenclaw chaser raced back to the other side of the Pitch.
Meanwhile, Slytherin beater Clara Devaki sought out a bludger with the intentions of striking it at Aradia. She missed, though, and nearly hit Draco instead. He dodged it in the knick of time.
Mentally, Bronwyn was disappointed, but she didn't dare voice her opinions aloud as Lee Jordan would have done. Professor McGonagall was still seated behind her, after all, viewing the game with two very stern and watchful eyes.
A New Home
Author: Santhea Fennally
Date: 06-10-03 00:26
Santhea followed Londy silently. So this was it? Hogwarts, her new home? An old castle, hardly larger than her family estate. Maybe she should have stayed at Beauxbatons after all. But that had been impossible. And how on earth could that so called Sorting Head know? 'Relax,' she told herself, 'You're in a new surrounding, you're clearly overreacting...'
Londy had stopped in the entrance hall and Santhea almost tripped over the small creature. The elf gestured towards a huge door to her left. "This is the Great Hall, Miss Fennally. Where you and your fellow students will take their meals." Santhea nodded to indicate that she had been listening. "Will you now follow me into the Dungeons please?" Another nod and the odd couple set of again. Endless stairs, torch-lit hallways, and finally Londy stopped again.
"This is the Potions classroom. Professor Snape's office is just next to it..." Had she imagined it or had the elf made a face at the naming of the Head of Slytherin. "Londy will now take Miss Santhea Fennally to her new Common Room. Please follow Londy."
There had been a time when she had thought house-elf speech something endearing. Now she could hardly restrain herself from strangling that "thing" in front of her. But that wouldn't be a good start at her new school, would it? So she forced herself to smile her sweetest, or deadliest, smile and nodded, motioning the elf onwards.
Finally they arrived in the Common Room in all its Slytherin coldness. 'I think I shall like it here,' Santhea thought, 'very much indeed...' Londy was apparently unhappy to be here and eyed the exit as if intending to make a run for it any minute. "Miss Fennally, there is no-one here, Londy is afraid to tell you. There is a Quidditch match, between your own House and Ravenclaw. Your housemates are all attending, Londy thinks. Would you like Londy to take you to the Quidditch pit?"
The elf's eyes had widened in hope. 'I'm so sorry to have to crush your expectations...' - "No, show me to my dorm, please..." - 'Am I *asking* a house-elf to do something here?' - "Then you can leave me to myself, I shall manage on my own." Londy quickly moved towards a flight of stairs, pointing down. "There are all the dorm, Miss Fennally. Your things have been brought to the second 6-years girls dorm if you please. Should you need anything at all, just call for Londy..."
With a loud pop the elf disappeared into thin air. Santhea looked around, smiling to herself. Oh, she would like it here. Quickly she went down to her dorm and retrieved some reading material, highly suspicious reading material that simply screamed "Knockturn Alley" and settled in one of the armchairs in front of the fire...
