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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 3:41 pm
"Your Pheonix is something I would like to find if you could but tell me or give me a sign to find that bird. Another thing would be to stop seeing that funeral so many years ago, I am sure others see it over and over especially those who were here but I was not and in my dreams sometimes I see it. I weep at it in my dreams and no doubt while I sleep because sometimes the pillow is wet. Hagrid is dead I think he died from grief and aged from it too, he was half giant that half should have let him live alot longer I believe."
James pulled his wand from his sleeve and ran he tip of it across the marble tomb. What to do to show his respect for the wise and powerful dead wizard who was killed wrongly even by death eater standards. At least Snape could have faced him in battle a wizards duel he would have lost but still.
"Orchideous."
From his wand came flowers and on the tomb they lay. Turning from the grave he looked for a place to go and visit. He did not wish to see Hagrid right now maybe the forest, he could go to Hogsmeade but would probably get detention when he got back. What to do he thought?
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 3:33 am
Skyes was too afraid to go up the tomb. Too afraid that, when he touches the cold marble, he couldn't deny it any longer. And when he'd read the words written on the grave, the last thread of hope he'd been clinging onto would break into darkness.
That Dumbledore had really gone on. And that was that. It was final.
He was sorely hoping that the bouquet he had bought was for nothing. Maybe, Dumbledore was alive after all. But as he stood amidst crying students and teachers with solemn and far-away gazes, he became more and more desperate that someone would say it was a joke. But no one would say that it was a joke. No one would say the words he needed to hear the most...
He's still alive!
When he tried to take a step, his whole body became numb. His mind became blank. His face expressionless. But his feet kept on moving on, taking him to the cold marble.
At last, he stood before the grave. With a soft motion, he laid the white bouquet next to its brothers. He stood there staring, waiting for eternity.
"H-hi, professor..." he said to the grave, "H-holly misses the cat treats you always gave her... a...and I got a lot of O.W.L.S... j-just like I-I promised you... won't you tell me... how proud you are...?"
Silence. Just this horrible silence...
Skyes waited. Maybe Dumbledore would tap him on the shoulder and congratulate him. Maybe the professor would walk up to this cold slab of marble and just break it into two, and say I'm fine... Maybe... if he waited...
If he waited...
and waited...
He couldn't wait any longer. "Why aren't you there?!" he shouted, "Why won't you tell me... everything going to be fine?!"
All of a sudden, it was like a dark mountain had settled upon him. His heart fell. It was true, after all. Dumbledore had gone. He was gone!
"Oh, God!" He choked. He needed to get out of there. He turned, ran towards the school, tears streaming behind him.
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William Che King Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 9:33 pm
Che came to visit the grave once again to pay his routine respects to the beloved Headmaster. He stopped at a safe distance upon seeing a boy he had never seen before. solsanches "H-hi, professor..." he said to the grave, "H-holly misses the cat treats you always gave her... a...and I got a lot of O.W.L.S... j-just like I-I promised you... won't you tell me... how proud you are...?" Silence. Just this horrible silence... Che looked around for who he might have addressed; no one was here but himself and this boy. solsanches Skyes waited. Maybe Dumbledore would tap him on the shoulder and congratulate him. Maybe the professor would walk up to this cold slab of marble and just break it into two, and say I'm fine... Maybe... if he waited... If he waited... and waited... ...Che waited for the boy to say more. He still didn't know who the boy was talking to. Then... solsanches He couldn't wait any longer. "Why aren't you there?!" he shouted, "Why won't you tell me... everything's going to be fine?!" All of a sudden, it was like a dark mountain had settled upon him. His heart fell. It was true, after all. Dumbledore had gone. He was gone! "Oh, God!" He choked. He needed to get out of there. He turned, ran towards the school, tears streaming behind him. Che was taken aback. He clutched his heart, as if he was shot. Dumbledore. The boy cried for Dumbledore. He looked at the bawling boy, and couldn't help but to see... "...He's...just like me..." And Che recalled the times when he cried out for Hagrid, the times he tried to deny his passing...to watch this boy cry was like visiting his own past. Che hesitantly approached the boy and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes to hold back tears. Dumbledore was gone, Hagrid was gone...and they left this boy, they left Che to cry. He took some time to find some comforting words. What would Dumbledore say?Che found his voice and said in an assuring tone... "Everything's going to be alright."
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:40 am
Peg slowly walks up to the grave "I should at least pay my resepcts to the greatest headmaster that our time never saw," she thinks to herself. she places a bouquet of white roses on the grave and walks away crying "i never knew him, but it's just so sad............."
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 5:07 pm
Meghan walked up to the marble grave, a white rose in her hand. She knelt in front of it, bowing her head in respect as she thought to herself, saying a little prayer. She opened her eyes, gzing at the stones, as she slowly got up and placed the flower gently on the edge of the stone. She bowed in respect before turning around and heading back to the school, her eyes cast on the floor.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 2:47 pm
Pilot approached the gorgeous Headstone, his hands pocketed.
He took one hand out to rub the back of his head.
"I've no idea who you are...but..."
He pocketed his hand once again.
"My father told me great...no...magnificant things about you. You may remember him, he was very fond of you...his name was *****..."
He cautiously placed his hand on the Headstone.
"...he said I'd like you, too, but...well, I'm sure I would have, too..."
Pilot heaved a heavy sigh.
"My father is now dead. And...I'm disappointed to see that...you have also left this world..."
For a while, he just stood there, his hand on the headstone, his eyes empty, his face a statue.
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William Che King Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 2:10 am
(("Here comes a new challenger!"
This will be an all new Che))
Che walked to the headstone when he saw a boy talking to it.
He waited a about a yard from him, as to avoid seeming rude.
He sighed heavily and pocketed his hands.
"You're quite popular, Old Man...even when you're dead..."
He smiled thoughtfully.
"You never did like that much attention..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:35 am
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[[I think this should be a thread, instead of a sticky.
Since most non-House Hogwarts Areas a stickies, like Headmaster's Office
But that's just my opinion u.u ]]
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
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William Che King Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 3:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:19 pm
Pilot rubbed the back of his head. This kind of made him uncomfortable...he was talking to a corpse.
"I'll...I'll visit frequently. That way, it'll be like...we knew each other."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 5:22 pm
Amy stood near the grave with her hands across her chest. A tiny trace of a smirk spread across her face. She was only here to avoid that pesky Mrs. Norris. It was following her everywhere today. Mrs. Norris would never think a Slytherin would come to grave of Dumbledore. Amy propped an elbow on her arm and covered her mouth with her fist. Nobody must see her smile. It would be bad. To smile at the fact that a headmaster was dead could cause severe punishment. In her mind, Amy thought, Served the bloke right. Stupid Dumbledore, thought he could stand up to a man like Snape. Too bad he's not here anymore. By he, of course, she was referring to Professor Snap. Ex-professor, more like it.
The girl pulled a withered daisy from her pocket that was brown and old. She walked over to the grave and bent down. It looked as though a Slytherin was actually making an offering to the deceased Dumbledore. But as soon as she was close enough to drop the daisy, she closed her fist around it and, it being so fragile, crumbled. She sprinkled the crumbled daisy onto the tomb and almost laughed. "If only I had the privelage of killing him. Crushing him like this stupid daisy," she muttered under her breath.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:41 pm
Mairyela stood at the base of the grave, a dozen roses clutched in her hands. They said that a rose was given to a loved one because it represented everlasting life and love. The old Headmaster had been loved by all, by the school, and the entire Magical community. A tear lept from her eye, and landed on the petal of one particular brilliant rose, catching the light of the flawless day. It was amazing a day so bright could be marred with something so dark.
Laying the roses onto Dumbledore's grave, she whispered, "May God watch over you forever, and may your eternal days in the light of Heaven be met with good friends and beloved family." Then, taking a step back, she turned into her Animagus form, a beautiful golden retriever. Throwing back her head, she howled to the sky. The low, mournful cry was echoed by the wolves in the Forbidden Forest, creating a serenade to the life and memory of Albus Dumbledore.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 2:45 am
[ Shinwa walked past the old tomb. It's been a long time since she paid her respects.
With a wave of her hand, a falcon appeared, it landed on her arm carrying a winter rose. The falcon flew up at once.
She gazed at the bird's wings flapping away, until it dissapeared behind the Forbidden Forest. Turning back to the tomb,
she muttered a small prayer. And with a moment of silence, she placed the rose upon the white marble. ]
♥
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:39 pm
[I walk up to the grave and kneal. i never taught here when he was alive, but i know that it would have been good memories of his life. i lift open my bag and pull out a sparkling flower and i lye it on the tomb.]
"May your magic always live in this school" i say
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:54 am
A falcon flies over the tomb and drops a pink petal unto the marble.
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