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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 1:03 pm
Sri smirked and took a gulp from the whiskey that Naomi handed her. "I doubt that I'll ever gain an ounce of maturity." She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "And as for the 'something that is irking me' bit, I happen to be just fine." Before she entered Naomi's common room, she did her best to try and block out her dream from before. Earlier today, when she was drawing the Shadow, she did some research on it. It was obvouis that the people who have written about the Shadow had no clue what he looked like, for the drawings in the books couldn't even compare to the monster in her dreams. The passages written about him stood bold in her mind, like they were craved into her brain.
She sifted uncomfortably in her seat, Sri was deciding if she should tell Naomi or not. Well, Naomi was bound to find out anyway so Sri repeated the words raging in her head since she awoken from the dream of her new beginning. "But one being was feared even more than Voldemort's men. He was known as the Shadow, and he appeared only when Voldemort called him. Sometimes he was red as fire, sometimes as gray as the ashes into which fire turns all that it devours. He leaped from the ground like flame flickering up from wood. His touch and even breath brought death. He rose up at his master's feet, soundless and faceless, scenting the air like a dog on the trail, waitng to be shown his victim. They say, that Voldemort had the Shadow made from his victims' ashes by a troll, or the dwarves who know all that fire and smoke can do. No one was certain, for it was said that Voldemort had those who brought the Shadow to life killed afterward. But everyone knew one thing: The Shadow was immortal and invulnerable and as pitiless as his master." She looked up from the ground to look at Naomi's reaction. "Have you heard of this one called the Shadow before?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 4:49 pm
Zoshii Sri smirked and took a gulp from the whiskey that Naomi handed her. "I doubt that I'll ever gain an ounce of maturity." She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "And as for the 'something that is irking me' bit, I happen to be just fine." Before she entered Naomi's common room, she did her best to try and block out her dream from before. Earlier today, when she was drawing the Shadow, she did some research on it. It was obvouis that the people who have written about the Shadow had no clue what he looked like, for the drawings in the books couldn't even compare to the monster in her dreams. The passages written about him stood bold in her mind, like they were craved into her brain. She sifted uncomfortably in her seat, Sri was deciding if she should tell Naomi or not. Well, Naomi was bound to find out anyway so Sri repeated the words raging in her head since she awoken from the dream of her new beginning. "But one being was feared even more than Voldemort's men. He was known as the Shadow, and he appeared only when Voldemort called him. Sometimes he was red as fire, sometimes as gray as the ashes into which fire turns all that it devours. He leaped from the ground like flame flickering up from wood. His touch and even breath brought death. He rose up at his master's feet, soundless and faceless, scenting the air like a dog on the trail, waitng to be shown his victim. They say, that Voldemort had the Shadow made from his victims' ashes by a troll, or the dwarves who know all that fire and smoke can do. No one was certain, for it was said that Voldemort had those who brought the Shadow to life killed afterward. But everyone knew one thing: The Shadow was immortal and invulnerable and as pitiless as his master." She looked up from the ground to look at Naomi's reaction. "Have you heard of this one called the Shadow before?" 'So I was right.' Naomi thought as Sri began her speech. Half way through Naomi's cocky smirk had turned into a serious frown. She rubbed her head and thought about what she had just said. "It is rumored that the Shadow hides in ones dreams....rather haunts ones dreams. He is known throughout the shadow world, as a legend. So to answer your question, I have heard of him. But I have never personally incountered him. (Sorry...I'm making it a him oo wink Though I'm sure its made an apperance in my dreams...I never really notice...A lot of the atrox/ shadows talk to me through dreams....In the past two years they really haven't stopped bothering me...Kill for us Naomi, your not appeasing us Naomi. Bloody annoying." Naomi scrunched her face up, trying to think of what the SHadow may look like. "No....I don't know if its real or not....I'd think it be a legend, but I guess I really couldn't say. But I do make a note to tell people....'Do you know what lurks in the shadows....' And such like that....No one takes me serious. Really....I'm not joking, not many people stay in the shadow (realm) long enough to see whats near..." Naomi stopped talking and took a sip of her butter beer. "What are you thinking." Naomi said, raising an eyebrow. She knew her mind would be blocked, so it be useless to try to see her thoughts. They'd have to do it the hard way, hold a civil conversation. ((XD Yay....erm. *cough* Sorry....I've got to go for a bit....again.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 8:02 pm
Tigress848 Zoshii Sri smirked and took a gulp from the whiskey that Naomi handed her. "I doubt that I'll ever gain an ounce of maturity." She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "And as for the 'something that is irking me' bit, I happen to be just fine." Before she entered Naomi's common room, she did her best to try and block out her dream from before. Earlier today, when she was drawing the Shadow, she did some research on it. It was obvouis that the people who have written about the Shadow had no clue what he looked like, for the drawings in the books couldn't even compare to the monster in her dreams. The passages written about him stood bold in her mind, like they were craved into her brain. She sifted uncomfortably in her seat, Sri was deciding if she should tell Naomi or not. Well, Naomi was bound to find out anyway so Sri repeated the words raging in her head since she awoken from the dream of her new beginning. "But one being was feared even more than Voldemort's men. He was known as the Shadow, and he appeared only when Voldemort called him. Sometimes he was red as fire, sometimes as gray as the ashes into which fire turns all that it devours. He leaped from the ground like flame flickering up from wood. His touch and even breath brought death. He rose up at his master's feet, soundless and faceless, scenting the air like a dog on the trail, waitng to be shown his victim. They say, that Voldemort had the Shadow made from his victims' ashes by a troll, or the dwarves who know all that fire and smoke can do. No one was certain, for it was said that Voldemort had those who brought the Shadow to life killed afterward. But everyone knew one thing: The Shadow was immortal and invulnerable and as pitiless as his master." She looked up from the ground to look at Naomi's reaction. "Have you heard of this one called the Shadow before?" 'So I was right.' Naomi thought as Sri began her speech. Half way through Naomi's cocky smirk had turned into a serious frown. She rubbed her head and thought about what she had just said. "It is rumored that the Shadow hides in ones dreams....rather haunts ones dreams. He is known throughout the shadow world, as a legend. So to answer your question, I have heard of him. But I have never personally incountered him. (Sorry...I'm making it a him oo wink Though I'm sure its made an apperance in my dreams...I never really notice...A lot of the atrox/ shadows talk to me through dreams....In the past two years they really haven't stopped bothering me...Kill for us Naomi, your not appeasing us Naomi. Bloody annoying." Naomi scrunched her face up, trying to think of what the SHadow may look like. "No....I don't know if its real or not....I'd think it be a legend, but I guess I really couldn't say. But I do make a note to tell people....'Do you know what lurks in the shadows....' And such like that....No one takes me serious. Really....I'm not joking, not many people stay in the shadow (realm) long enough to see whats near..." Naomi stopped talking and took a sip of her butter beer. "What are you thinking." Naomi said, raising an eyebrow. She knew her mind would be blocked, so it be useless to try to see her thoughts. They'd have to do it the hard way, hold a civil conversation. ((XD Yay....erm. *cough* Sorry....I've got to go for a bit....again.)) She put her feet up on the coffee table. "Thinking?" Sri spat at Naomi. "I'm trying not to bloody think about it!" Her face grew less tense. "But yeah, I know what you mean. Everybody I know says divination is just a load of crap. HA! Look at us now, talking about dangerous dreams, shadows, and what not." She took another sip from her whiskey. "You should seen his...it's face though...wait the Shadow had no face.......Gawd, talk about your horrible nightmares." Sri tried to laugh comfortably, with much failure she took her feet off the table and jumped off the coach. "I know you and me would like to spend our night talking about this, but I really need to do more research and junk." Walking towards the exit, she turned around to see Naomi's face once more. "Oh and thanks for the whiskey." Sri waved goodbye and slipped out of the painting(?). She began to walk to her quarters, but Sri felt a presence lurking somewhere nearby. Her breathing grew short and her pace began to quicken. "Oh god...." Just before she was going to say her password a hand rested on her shoulder. Quickly she turned around, but only to see her grinning boyfriend. "Oh ******** Harry!" Sri pushed him into the wall. "Don't ever sneak up on me again!" He stared at her. "What's wrong? I used to do it all the time." "Times changes." She snapped at him and quickly muttered her password and walked throuhg the painting. "Hey wait!" Harry called after her and managed to squeeze into her commons before the pinting could shut close. "What's wrong?" Sri turned around to glare at Harry with her red eyes. "You're still here? Don't you take a hint Potter?" She sneered at him. "I went to be left alone," Sri shoved him backwards with each word of her sentence. She walked into her bedroom and hissed under her breath. "Men!" Harry stood there astonished by the performance Sri put on. He ran his fingers through his hair and lay down on the couch by the fire. Kicking a folded blanket under his feet, he pulled it over him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 8:06 pm
d00d. Did gaia eat my post?
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2004 6:21 am
Zoshii Tigress848 Zoshii Sri smirked and took a gulp from the whiskey that Naomi handed her. "I doubt that I'll ever gain an ounce of maturity." She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "And as for the 'something that is irking me' bit, I happen to be just fine." Before she entered Naomi's common room, she did her best to try and block out her dream from before. Earlier today, when she was drawing the Shadow, she did some research on it. It was obvouis that the people who have written about the Shadow had no clue what he looked like, for the drawings in the books couldn't even compare to the monster in her dreams. The passages written about him stood bold in her mind, like they were craved into her brain. She sifted uncomfortably in her seat, Sri was deciding if she should tell Naomi or not. Well, Naomi was bound to find out anyway so Sri repeated the words raging in her head since she awoken from the dream of her new beginning. "But one being was feared even more than Voldemort's men. He was known as the Shadow, and he appeared only when Voldemort called him. Sometimes he was red as fire, sometimes as gray as the ashes into which fire turns all that it devours. He leaped from the ground like flame flickering up from wood. His touch and even breath brought death. He rose up at his master's feet, soundless and faceless, scenting the air like a dog on the trail, waitng to be shown his victim. They say, that Voldemort had the Shadow made from his victims' ashes by a troll, or the dwarves who know all that fire and smoke can do. No one was certain, for it was said that Voldemort had those who brought the Shadow to life killed afterward. But everyone knew one thing: The Shadow was immortal and invulnerable and as pitiless as his master." She looked up from the ground to look at Naomi's reaction. "Have you heard of this one called the Shadow before?" 'So I was right.' Naomi thought as Sri began her speech. Half way through Naomi's cocky smirk had turned into a serious frown. She rubbed her head and thought about what she had just said. "It is rumored that the Shadow hides in ones dreams....rather haunts ones dreams. He is known throughout the shadow world, as a legend. So to answer your question, I have heard of him. But I have never personally incountered him. (Sorry...I'm making it a him oo wink Though I'm sure its made an apperance in my dreams...I never really notice...A lot of the atrox/ shadows talk to me through dreams....In the past two years they really haven't stopped bothering me...Kill for us Naomi, your not appeasing us Naomi. Bloody annoying." Naomi scrunched her face up, trying to think of what the SHadow may look like. "No....I don't know if its real or not....I'd think it be a legend, but I guess I really couldn't say. But I do make a note to tell people....'Do you know what lurks in the shadows....' And such like that....No one takes me serious. Really....I'm not joking, not many people stay in the shadow (realm) long enough to see whats near..." Naomi stopped talking and took a sip of her butter beer. "What are you thinking." Naomi said, raising an eyebrow. She knew her mind would be blocked, so it be useless to try to see her thoughts. They'd have to do it the hard way, hold a civil conversation. ((XD Yay....erm. *cough* Sorry....I've got to go for a bit....again.)) She put her feet up on the coffee table. "Thinking?" Sri spat at Naomi. "I'm trying not to bloody think about it!" Her face grew less tense. "But yeah, I know what you mean. Everybody I know says divination is just a load of crap. HA! Look at us now, talking about dangerous dreams, shadows, and what not." She took another sip from her whiskey. "You should seen his...it's face though...wait the Shadow had no face.......Gawd, talk about your horrible nightmares." Sri tried to laugh comfortably, with much failure she took her feet off the table and jumped off the coach. "I know you and me would like to spend our night talking about this, but I really need to do more research and junk." Walking towards the exit, she turned around to see Naomi's face once more. "Oh and thanks for the whiskey." Sri waved goodbye and slipped out of the painting(?). She began to walk to her quarters, but Sri felt a presence lurking somewhere nearby. Her breathing grew short and her pace began to quicken. "Oh god...." Just before she was going to say her password a hand rested on her shoulder. Quickly she turned around, but only to see her grinning boyfriend. "Oh ******** Harry!" Sri pushed him into the wall. "Don't ever sneak up on me again!" He stared at her. "What's wrong? I used to do it all the time." "Times changes." She snapped at him and quickly muttered her password and walked throuhg the painting. "Hey wait!" Harry called after her and managed to squeeze into her commons before the pinting could shut close. "What's wrong?" Sri turned around to glare at Harry with her red eyes. "You're still here? Don't you take a hint Potter?" She sneered at him. "I went to be left alone," Sri shoved him backwards with each word of her sentence. She walked into her bedroom and hissed under her breath. "Men!" Harry stood there astonished by the performance Sri put on. He ran his fingers through his hair and lay down on the couch by the fire. Kicking a folded blanket under his feet, he pulled it over him. ((Its so early crying .....why must I go to medical school......what was the reason I wanted to be a doctor again? I just want to sit....on my butt and watch tv....and write 3nodding )) o.O (Is naomis expression) Naomi's expression was priceless as she watched Sri leave the room. She mumbled something inaudible, that sounded a lot like, "Bloody ---gone ---her knocker....two---changes" "Your welcome?" She muttered, clearing the bottles of the table with a disapearing spell. She sniggered, "I hope those still go to the Gryffindor boys dorm." She smirked and stood up. 'Well, I guess theres nothing better to do then go to bed.' SHe thought boredly. (Yeah..the portraits of salazar....because he was head of slytherin.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2004 6:48 am
Naomi awoke the next day with a slight headache. She gave a small groan and sat up. The room blurred slightly from the rush of sitting up. Naomi rubbed her eyes absent mindedly, and stood up.
Looking around her room she spotted her headache potion. Taking a gulp, she whiped her mouth and exited the room. Deciding it be to tedious to cook breakfest this morning, she made her way to the great hall.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 4:29 pm
((continued from the grounds....))
Naomi continued pushing Malfoy through the castle doors. When they were inside, Naomi led him down towards her quarters. "Where are you staying?" Naomi asked, as she mumbled her own password, and lightly pushed the portrait open.
"Some small room." Draco muttered in annoyance.
"Ah....I have an extra room. Its yours if you want it." Naomi said quickly. "Lumos." The lights in her quarters flickered on, illuminating her living room and kitchen.
Walking towards her Drink cupboard, she grabbed two butterbeers. "Here."
"Thanks...I'll----take you up on that offer." A coy smile appeared on his face. "Lead me to my new room."
"Sure...you cocky son of a b***h" Naomi mumbled, laughing the way to the room. "Looks like the house elves worked quickly. Your things are already here....." She raised her eye brow, then ushered him in.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 12:50 am
(( xd Omi..you'll kill me for saying this..but I can't resist:
JUMP HIM!!!! xd xd xd xd ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 8:32 am
bluearielle (( xd Omi..you'll kill me for saying this..but I can't resist:
JUMP HIM!!!! xd xd xd xd )) ( xd Perv xd )
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 10:09 am
Draco stepped into his new bedroom, which looked oddly familar. (from two years previous)
((I shall now repeat the decorations))
Being the same old king of slytherin as he was in his younger years, he keeps to the same colours in his room. His room is an average sized bedroom that consists of a king size bed, a magical dragon stuffed animal named pepsi(Naomi named it ages ago), a desk, and a rather large closet where he keeps the toys and magical nonsense the irks him, that he took from the students in. Much of the stuff is also layed across his bed. Hey, who says they can't still go to use?
His room is painted black, and is extremely dark. A dragon candle sits on his black oak desk, giving a bit of light to the room. A squishy bean bag sits in the far corner of the room, a small black oak chest of his belongings and books beside it.
His bed is velvet green duvet covers, with black velvet pillows. A black dragon flys across his bed cover 24-7. The toy dragon huffs and puffs smokes because of this dragon, venemously trying to get at it, but seeing as it is not real, never succeeding.
((End decorations))
"Like it?" Naomi said boredly as she walked in and picked Pepsi up. The toy dragon mewed in happiness. It been two years since Naomi had played with it.
"Its a bit like two years ago." He joked.
"The room picks itself, due to whatever mood the owner would be in at the time it is made." Naomi stated briskly. She leaned against the pillows on the bed and looked up. "What a dark mood you must be in." She spat.
"I'm sorry to have made you so angry."
"Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself. The room is dark, and much like two years ago, because maybe I've missed those years."
"Ha. Why would you miss anything that happened two years ago?" Naomi asked sulkingly(is that a word o.O haha) "Nevermind....drop it." She added quickly.
A sudden popping noise made the toy dragon jump half way across the room. "What in the---" Draco started, as he moved towards the closet. He opened it as his curious expression dropped to an annoyed stare. "Your clothes are taking up half the space in my closet." He said dryly.
"As they did two years ago." Naomi chimed in, clicking her tongue ring nervously. "Sorry, I'll put them back eventually....Well, hungry?"
Draco shrugged, and followed Naomi out of the room. He took a seat on the squishy couch and waited.
Naomi busied herself in the kitchen. The stove magically(gasp) turned on and started boiling water. Naomi stirred the water, then poured in noodles. Ten minutes went by slowly. Naomi finally emerged from the kitchen with two bowls of lo mein and two ice teas. "Enjoy." She said, as she handed him the bowl.
(anyone...can come pop into my dorm now....and talk to me XD)
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 2:48 pm
Tanya walked toward the portrait of Salazar behind which she knew the rooms of the potions mistress lay. She knocked, not wanting to barge in. She hadn't met many teachers, so she decided that this was her chance. She waited for an answer.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 3:01 pm
Mia saw Tanya, and decided to approach. She phanted lightly, for she had just returned from hogsmeade and her winter clothes were still on. Her scarf and gloves were soon yanked off and her coat was thrown over her shoulder. She let out a deep breath and wiped a trickle of sweat from her forehead.
Hoping not to intrude, she slowing walked twords her.
"Erm-Hello, 'names Mia Sinistra, I'm the Astronomy teacher"
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 4:00 pm
Naomi heard the knock at the door, and got up from her chair swiftly. Placing the bowl on the kitchen counter as she went, she reached out for the portrait. "Open." She ordered salazar. The portrait gave her a dirty look, but swung open never-the-less.
"Yes..." Naomi asked boredly, leaning against the portrait in a threatening stance. Malfoy sniggered in the back ground, 'Give up the bad a** act Naomi. You'll scare them away.' He thought, hoping she'd intercept his thinking.
'Oh can it Malfoy.' She broke the barriers to his mind and placed those words loud and clear into his thought process. Turning back to the two girls standing in front of her portrait way she asked, "May I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 4:07 pm
Mia looked over at Tanya, not knowing what to say.
((I have this weird feeling she's not going to reply for awhile.... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 4:11 pm
manga_gurl09 Mia looked over at Tanya, not knowing what to say. ((I have this weird feeling she's not going to reply for awhile.... sweatdrop )) ((*Shrugs* Thats ok.....erm...I'll wait.))
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