Andrea Holmes
 
Third Year[M:10]
Oh, no! It's the Petulant Kid!
Posts: 114
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Post by Andrea Holmes on Aug 22, 2008 15:42:33 GMT -5
Andrea, meanwhile, had discovered that she actually rather enjoyed doing this. The frog corpses no longer seemed like anything remotely connected to a living creature. They were dead, what did they care if their eyeballs were popped out? They'd be using them in potions, anyway. So she found herself making a bit of a game out of popping the eyeballs out of their tiny squishy heads. She particularly relished the nasty squelching noise they made when the eyeball was released from the socket.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 22, 2008 20:45:33 GMT -5
Voltaire cast a shield around his hand and seemed to catch the spell he had fired and he flung it at the mirror, causing it to spin around and his reflection fell to the floor and held his head with one hand, dizzy from the spinning. He heard the swear and thought despite his gloves, that the red head had cut herself. His spell fizzled out against the wall and he walked over to her quickly.
"Are you alright?" he asked looked at her hands to see if she had been cut. He didn't see any evidence of such, but it was polite to ask.
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Rayne DiCostas
 
Sixth Year[M:10]
Sometimes we build walls not only to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down
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Post by Rayne DiCostas on Aug 22, 2008 22:49:42 GMT -5
"No, I'm fine," Rayne said, somewhat frustrated as she pulled her hands back from the professor. "I just slaughtered Kermit, though."
She looked at the mangled frog, that had maybe one good eye and a good leg left, and picked it up to salvage what she could. Unlike Andrea, she was not enjoying herself. She was working without complaint, but it didn't mean she was happy about it.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 24, 2008 23:34:31 GMT -5
Voltaire looked at the mangled body. "At least it's not your hand."
He turned and walked back to the now slowly spinning mirror and stopped it with his wandless hand. His mirror self had stood up and looked annoyed at Voltaire, he chuckled and put his hand to his chin, playing with his pointy goatee.
"Spells are so adaptable with the right kind of knowledge and the right kind of situations." he mused aloud. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a small black leather bound book and wrote down his newest application for a shield.
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Andrea Holmes
Third Year[M:10]
Oh, no! It's the Petulant Kid!
Posts: 114
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Post by Andrea Holmes on Aug 27, 2008 10:08:29 GMT -5
The guy was a nutter. There was no way around it. Playing silly games with his own reflection, talking to himself, yelling at invisible people... just a complete nutter. She couldn't see why she was expected to treat someone with respect when they were as daft as he was. She wasn't sure he was entirely stable.
Sighing, she popped the eyeball out of another frog. At least this was more entertaining than writing lines.
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