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Hogwarts Class Roleplay
"Why not, Tristin?" she asked, worriedly, "Don't you want to feel loved? I mean, I'd die if I felt nobody cared about me." She put her hands over her heart.
"No!" protested Claritza, "I care, okay? I care... I really do..." her shook her head to stop herself from crying, "but it seems as though my ardor is in vain. Good day, Mr. Baelin." She left in a huff.
Claritza didn't truly leave. She had only gone around the corner and was spying on him to see the effects of her sudden outburst of truth and emotion. It wasn't weird, what she was doing, it was research.
Claritza followed him as deftly as a cat.
She stopped at the door of the bathroom, sad she couldn't enter. Rules were rules, after all. Claritza turned to leave, but caught herself when she heard watery choking noises emanating from the lavatory her immediate thought was, somebody's getting a swirly! She pulled out her wand and stormed into the bathroom."Alright, who's the wise guy?!"
"You're not well, Tristin!" Claritza reasoned, kneeling down tenderly rubbing his back, "Let me help you... please?"
"Tristin, Tristin," she whispered in a musical tone, "What terrors cease to let you be? What could possibly burden you? Tristin, you're hurt, a blind man could see that. The kind of pain you hold shouldn't be bottled up! If you bottle it up, it will become destructive! It will get worse if you don't have somebody with whom to share your burden."
She continued rambling, "Let us say that you are flamethrower made of paper. With all the power inside of you, you'll burn up. You'll be destroyed. You'll be nothing."
"You are not nothing," she pleaded, "Anybody who knows love cannot be nothing."
((gtg, g'night!))"Who is this 'he' you constantly speak of...?" she queried, ignoring his requests for he departure, "And by 'br,' do you mean brother? Is this 'he' your brother?"
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Ani was the first to enter the classroom. She liked being early, especially to this class. She could set out her things and focus on classwork before anyone else arrived to distract her. The seat she chose for today was at the side of the classroom, close to a wall. She felt safe there, as she sat down and set her bag on her desk.
"I see," said Claritza, "You know, however much one wants to help someone, they can never succeed unless their subject wants to be helped. Our next class is in thirty minutes. Potions," she stood and walked calmly to the door and opened it. In a soothing, hypnotic voice she said, " If you need me... I will be right outside the door. We can walk to class together."[~~~~~]
Darin entered the Potions Classroom. He didn't really care much for the subject, but his parents did, so his opinion didn't really matter. He pushed open the solid oak door with great effort. He saw the girl with the curly hair whose name he couldn't quite recall. It started with a vowel and ended with an "ee" sound, that was for sure.
Aha! he thought,the girl's name is Emily!
"Hello, Emily," greeted the boy as he sat next to her, placing his books on the desk with a thud.
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"Hello? Emily?" he repeated, bemusedly.
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"Oh, right" he said, exceptionally embarrassed, "I am truly terrible with remembering names." Awkwardly, he flipped through the pages of his textbook, searching for... No page in particular, but searching for a page nonetheless.
LittleDolphin wrote: "((Lol, oh I wouldn't say it's a soap opera. They're so predictable... I would like to think my characters aren't completely predictable.))((Umm.. I don't know what to write so I will respond to..."
((LittleD, I edited this amazingly, but I was on my iPod and accidentally went back a page, losing what I had written I'll write it tommorrow, so if it's not their yet, just wait, plz?))
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.:.DARIN.:."I-I really am sorry, Ani..." Darin places his hand lightly on her arm to show he was being sincere. A fraction of a second later he retracts it. He shan't grow attached to anybody. That would be bad. He recalled what happened to his family's old house-elf, Miphty. They liked each other and, honestly, Miphty was the only friend Darin ever knew. That is, until his parents found out. They were outraged that he had shown affection for his inferior. So much so, they made him watch Miphty get beheaded.
A tear appears in the corner of Darin's brilliant green eye. He could not let that happen to Ani. He simply could not.
((Ani, are you okay, are you okay?
Are you okay, Ani?
You've been hit by...
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.:.CLARITZA.:.
She leaned on the wall for support and cried, giving in to gravity and ending up as a crumple on the floor. A sobbing, sad little excuse for life that was unable to help poor, unhappy Tristin.
Then she remembered something she hadn't before: The letter. Tristin was fine until he read the letter. All this distress was the letter-sender's fault! She recalled Tristin's statement about his brother and furiously put two and two together. How dare Tristin's own brother cause him such agony! How dare he allow his own brother to believe that love is a fictional thing!
She leapt up in anger, growling the way she always did when her anger levels were beyond capacity. She kicked the bathroom door open with a mighty boom! and yelled:
"TRISTIN BAELIN, YOU GIVE ME THAT LETTER RIGHT NOW!"
Grace wrote: ".:.DARIN.:."I-I really am sorry, Ani..." Darin places his hand lightly on her arm to show he was being sincere. A fraction of a second later he retracts it. He shan't grow attached to anybody. Tha..."
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"Yeah," he replied, brushing his hair down with his fingertips, "Of, course I'm okay."
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"No," he answered, "I like Herbology."
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"Mmhmm," he acknowledged her remark, whatever it was. He wasn't listening. He was preoccupied by the intense empty feeling he had in in middle of his chest. It was nearly unbearable. He felt like he was going to throw up. What was happening?{It's because Ani smiled at him}
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Ani wanted to ask again if he was all right, but figured she would get the same answer she did every time she asked. In her chair, she shifted, feeling uncomfortable in the silence.
Silence was a good thing. It made sure neither of the two got overly attached to each other. Darin slightly smiled. However, the feeling he had just got worse, but he didn't let it show. Thanks to his parents, he was good at dealing with pain.
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"Er, I dunno. I'm not allowed to check the mail. I just remember going to Diagon Alley in july and getting all my things."
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"I'm a pureblood," he replied emotionlessly.
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"Of course I did. I live in a Manor in Bath with multiple house-elves."
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Ani blinked at him stupidly. "What's a house-elf?"
((Yeah, the hat put me in Ravenclaw. You?))"They keep house, cook meals, and are basically your slaves. They prepare the meals for us at school," he didn't want to stay on the subject too long, "but the magical creatures I really like are Nifflers."
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Slaves? Nifflers? "Nifflers?" Ani seemed astounded. "What are those?"
{WitchNiffler23799}"A Niffler is a weasel-looking thing that saughts after shiny, sparkly things. They are quite loyal, but if you're wearing jewellery they'll bite."
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Ani giggled. "They sound cute."
"They're cute enough. I used to have a niffler named Milo, butter, since I can't take him to Hogwarts, I got an animal that is allowed."
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Darin looked at her, " A rat... you've met him before when I tried to turn him into a teacup."
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"Hey, dearie, it's okay," he said, trying awkwardly to console her, "Beetee's just a rat."
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((Skip to the Forbidden Forest?))