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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 9, 2012 16:23:23 GMT -5
Jacob slid his glasses a bit further up his nose. The damn things would never stay in place. His brown book bag was strapped across his chest and in his hands, he held several pieces of parchment. On these pieces of parchment were staves, filled with notes that he and Vincent had written together. This was a bit out of his comfort zone. Jacob was used to writing instrumental compositions, but Vincent had gotten him curious about the world of lyrics. He was venturing into something that he might not be the best at and that made him uncomfortable.
This along with some other reasons was why he wasn’t exactly focusing on where he was going or why he didn’t even have a destination. He was just walking and staring at the notes on the parchment, as if his intense staring would help the lyrics to just appear in his mind. Jacob knew that he was being ridiculous, but he continued staring, even harder before, still thinking at the back of his mind that would help him.
Running into one of the many statues in the castle brought him back to reality just long enough to realize that he had arrived on the seventh floor. He looked around, a bit confused at just how he had gotten to the seventh floor when he was just on the fourth floor (or so he thought). Shaking his head, he folded up the composition and stuffed it into his back. Just as he turned to take a step back into the main hallway, he ran right into someone, which caused him to fall backwards. |
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 11, 2012 0:54:35 GMT -5
Well that went well (all sarcasm intended). Actually, no, it really DID go well. Their prank went off without a hitch. The results were far better than expected... The only thing they hadn't counted on was Filtch showing up and walking right into their trap... that hadn't been set for him. It wasn't so much the old tosser they were worried about (what with his lack of magic and physical skills) but he never seemed to be more than a few feet from the Toad and this instance had been no exception. Lee was pretty sure he was going to get busted anyway, because besides him and the twins, who else could pull off such a brilliant display? because he'd been narrating the whole thing before they realized he was there and his voice was far from unrecognizable. That didn't stop him from ducking into one of the secret passageways on that floor (they'd split off between the two), and then taking the first moving stairwell to come his way up to the seventh floor. Fred had likely made it back to the common room already. If Toad-Breath wanted to get him in trouble, she was going to have to drag those stubby pink legs of hers all the way up here to do it.
Rounding onto the main hall, he was trying to think up his next plan of action when out of nowhere, some other kid clearly paying as much attention to where they were walking as he was ran into him. Getting up quickly (he might have still been a little paranoid from the whole break thing), he raised up his hand in a sort of 'sorry/no worries' combination gesture. He recognized this kid as a housemate, but didn't actually know him. And as much attention as he wanted to be paying to the guy, he got a little distracted when he realized that they weren't in the hallway anymo- wait.. what?! Okay, so it didn't take too long to realize exactly what part of the seventh floor they'd been in, but the RoR was supposed to fill up with what you needed and.. well, Lee hadn't been in the process of making any wishes. Not to mention he hadn't crossed it three times (or even remembered it was there). "Uhhh... you're gonna tell me you thought this place up right?" he asked curiously, looking around. The room looked more dull than he'd every remembered seeing it, and there wasn't really anything interesting laying around (compared to you know, when he and the twins had control over it and it filled up with any and everything fun). He tried to make something appear (as it happened the first thing he thought of was a shovel -- seriously.. don't ask) but rather than having to awkwardly explain why there was a shovel in the room, the area around them remained empty. Right. He could just not have power over anything. That was cool. |
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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 14, 2012 10:44:19 GMT -5
Jacob readjusted his glasses and glanced up at the person that had run into him that he had run into and blinked as his eyes refocused. He recognized the dreadlocks, but he couldn't place a name with the face. Rubbing his head where it had contacted the floor, he replaced the things that had fallen out of his bag and helped himself to his feet, waving off the older Gryffindor's apology. Just as he was dusting some excess dirt off of his robes (seriously, Filch needed to actually do what he was being paid to) he realized that he was not in the hallway anymore.
He slowly stood up straight and looked around. "Yeah, right," scoffed Jacob,"I wouldn't even bother coming up with something this boring." The room they were in was really dark. There was a lantern right above their heads, but the rest of the room was pitch black. From what little of the room he could see, Jacob found that the floor was so dusty that it almost appeared to just be a dirt floor. "And I'm not going to insult you by asking if you thought this up," he said, drawing a line through the dirt with his foot.
As he moved, the lantern moved with him. Jacob immediately noticed this, so he looked up and examined the lantern. He took a large step to the side and the lantern followed him; he took another large step in the direction away from Lee and the lantern split into two lanterns: one hovering above Jacob and the other placed itself above Lee's head.
Jacob turned around to see where they might have gotten pulled in, but there was just a boring, brown wall. "Well, shall we explore, then?" he asked, starting to take a step forwards. |
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