Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 15, 2011 3:24:34 GMT -5
It was midday and most of the school staffs and students were inside having their lunch, but no, not Derek. After a week back in school and having to deal with enough banter at the Ravenclaw table for the month, he decided to nick just enough food and eat out. After all, it wasn’t like the elf would mind. It would just be one less plate to clean with his absence from the Great Hall. And of course, without planning or meaning to, Derek found himself sitting among the rocks just beyond the safe distance of the infamous Whomping Willow that had decided to stay still enough to make it look like nothing like a killer plant it actually was. Chewing on the chicken he had wrapped up in a roll of napkins, Derek continued to stare. He had read enough about the Whomping Willow, but he never really knew why it was planted as it was not something any book he had came across would ever mention. He was curious, why would anyone planted a dangerous plant in a place filled with children?
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 16, 2011 8:14:54 GMT -5
Somewhere off in the distant the gently wafting of smells passed her little tiny nostrills, teasing them ever so slightly. She smelled food arright and that meant hunting time! None of that sissy already put out food sitting in the great hall (though she did enjoy this, there were times when the lumberjack man inside her craved the taste of a good hunt). She followed the trail, leading with her nosie like a beagle or hunting dog would do if it weren't too lazy and sleepy like the one her auntie owned. When finally the scent landed her in danger zone, by that meanie tree that thrashed about like a crazyy. The smells emitting were strong. Isabell stared at her prey, Senior Willow, who was holding chicken hostage. This. Meant. WAR!!!! She picked up a branch, and let out a loud bellowing warrior cry and CHAAARGED!
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 16, 2011 9:01:26 GMT -5
Derek wolfed down his lunch lazily. He was getting bored sitting down staring at a tree, but, he knew it was better than sitting sandwiched between his housemate as they battle through their usual banter. He appreciated the silence, it was just... Derek’s mind wander, but not for long for his concentration was broken by what sounded very much like a war cry. War cry? Alarmed, Derek jumped onto his feet just in time to see a girl charging towards the Whomping Willow. “Hey!” He called, breaking into a run after her. “You don’t want to do that!” He added still shouting after her, “It’s dangerous,” He continued. Damn, the girl's fast; Derek thought as he struggled to keep up. Well, maybe it was him that was out of shape.
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 16, 2011 16:13:51 GMT -5
OH NO! Senior Willow was now sending it's minions out to stop her from her goal. She made a turn, trying to shake the boy off her tail. But he was persistent, and despite how tired he sounded, he still attempted to chase her. oh nooes. She whimpered in her head, looking back to see the desperate look about his face. "I WILL DESTROY YOU" she rooooared, and tossed the branch angrily at her pursuer, hoping to bonk him on the head at least. She was hunting dammit, no willow nor its evil minions would stop her from her ultimate goal of feastage and such.
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 18, 2011 11:23:48 GMT -5
The turn of event was not something Derek had anticipated. First he was running after a girl who was going to meet certain death by charging towards the Whomping Willow, next the girl turned towards and started to charge at him. Panicked, Derek faltered and nearly fell off on the ground, gathering his wit so that he won’t fell off completely. “Woah!” Derek yelped throwing his hands up as if he was surrendering. “Are you mad?” He chocked, eyes wide, completely shocked.
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 19, 2011 10:53:45 GMT -5
GOOD! HE was down for the count. Now was her chance. Isabell was about to sprint back toward the tree when she smelled something. Pausing, she lifted her nose in the air, sniffing around as if she caught a scent, her nose leading her to Derek, who her eyes narrowed. This wasn't some sort of diversion... the tree had entrusted HIM with the mighty chicken. Her eyes flared with determination, so much that one could possibly see the flames buurn in her eyes. And then, without a moments notice she began charging at Derek, letting out once more her warriors cry. Once she got close enough she leapt in the air, tackled him onto his back, and then began rummaging around him for the food. Her tiny fingers wiggling under his shirt, tickling him in the process of it all.
"SHOW ME THE GOODS--- I DEMAAAAND YOU!" she roared at him, unaware of how inappropriate this situation may seem to an outsider.
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 19, 2011 11:01:58 GMT -5
The girl stopped and Derek sighing with relief only a moment too soon as only moments after that, the girl started to charge towards him again. Stunned, he wasn’t allowed much time to react and he was tackled to the ground before he could brace himself for anything. He was not prepared, not at all when the girl started to searched him, looking for something but Derek wasn’t sure what it was. Still, the feeling of her small hands tickled him even when he was not generally a ticklish guy. “Stop that,” He said, laughing, tears were forming in his eyes as he was laughing his head off. Goods? As he laughed, Derek’s mind raced, just what the hell was she talking about? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He laughed as he spoke the words and at the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had ever get injured from laughing too much.
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 19, 2011 11:26:48 GMT -5
"HMM. SO YOU'RE GOING TO BE LIKE THAT EH?" she shouted at him. He was stubborn.... but so was Isabell. Puffing her cheeks out in anger, she removed her tiny fingers from her belly and pulled one of his feet up, untying the lace hastily and then pulling off the shoe, tossing it lazily over her shoulder. She then proceeded to slip off his sock, and pulled a feathered quill from inside her robes. She knew these things had a purpose--- AND THAT IT SHALL! She wiggled the feathery side under the bottom of Derek's foot. Her face as serious as ever. This was a feather torture modee, the minion of Senior Willow wouldn't have a chance. "LIES!! I DEMAAAAND YOU TELL THE TRUTH---- OR ELSE" her eyes narrowed at him, plotting her next move. He may have looked like a weakling but senior willow was too good at entrusting its minions with valuable err.. chicken .
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 19, 2011 11:37:18 GMT -5
Wh-? The thought didn’t even get time to register in Derek’s brain as he was startled to see the girl taking off his shoes even as he struggle to keep them on and... What the hell? Derek’s mind was numb from panic when he saw the girl pulling out a feather quill. That can’t be good, he thought privately and he was right because not a moment too soon, he could feel the tickling sensation under his feet and he tossed around laughing. “Stop that!” He shouted in between his laughter. The term ‘cruel and unusual punishment’ came to mind but Derek doesn’t even know of what he had done to be at the receiving end of the girl’s torture. “I’m telling you!” He shouted, still laughing and could have sworn his rib was threatening to break. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He insisted, but the tone was masked heavily by the sound of laughter. Just great, now the girl would never take me seriously, Derek thought.
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 19, 2011 11:46:14 GMT -5
"THE CHICKEN" she demanded loudly, a crazy look crossed her face as she continued le feather torture, unwilling to give up.. cause seriously, Isabell could think of no greater torture than this She hoped Senior Willow's minion wasn't nearly as strong as he seemed to be. " I WILL get it" she roared, and wiggled her feather faster, moving up to his toesies and then back to the heel. "Even if I have to make chicken out of YOU" she shouted through his giggles, flicking him in the nose with her finger threateningly. She would have to try that transmogrification thingy ma-jig. She wondered if Professor Hall would help her out in this endeavor. Surely he would understand a womans hunger...
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 19, 2011 11:59:50 GMT -5
Chicken? Derek was stunned. He was, he hated the word torture, but, that was it was to put it mildly and it was all of a chicken. Annoyed, but still unable to stop laughing, Derek managed a groan-laughter of sort. “Chicken?” He yelped, still tossing with laughter. “You mean my lunch?” He asked dumbly, still unable to stop. “I ate it!” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. The girl was crazy, that was the only thing that could explain her action and then – “You’ve got to be joking!” Derek shouted when he heard the term ‘make a chicken out of you’, to him, it meant more like she was going to Transfigure him into a chicken and that would be bad.
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 19, 2011 12:29:40 GMT -5
"... you......" she stopped tickling and stared at him blankly. After a moment of silence passed, her eyes returned to that same blazing look and she repeated herself once more this time with anger. "You ATE IT?! " Tsk tsk tsk... Well now.. it looked like she only had one option left. Isabell got up off Derek, and pocketed her quill. Removing the pony tail holder from her hair swiftly, she tugged at Dereks arms, moving them behind his back, and then looped the ponytail holder around both his wrists. "Upsie daisy" she ordered, tugging Dereks arms upward "Looks like I have no other choice" she tutted, shaking her head in dismay. It looked as if she would have to demand ask Professor Hall to do a number on this kid. PUNISHMENT!!!!
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 19, 2011 12:43:13 GMT -5
Finally! The tickling stop and Derek could finally breathe again. Relieved, Derek took a long breath, the one he desperately needed after laughing too hard earlier. He thought that she was done with him, turned out he was wrong. The silence didn’t last as the girl’s voice boomed. “Yeah, it was my lunch, I didn’t think I’d have company, so I didn’t bring any extra – ” He said and before he could once again react to her madness or said anything else, he found himself tied up and being pull up to his feet. “Hey, get off me,” He demanded, as he tried to break free.
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Post by Isabell Davidson on May 19, 2011 13:11:53 GMT -5
Tch. This guy was a bad liar. Why couldn't he just ADMIT he was part of Senior Willow's army and that it was his mission to taunt and DESTROY Isabells soul. Hmph. "HEY! NO SQUIRMING" she shouted, flicking him in the back of his head this time. It was too bad she left her spray bottle at home, her poor finger would be sooo sore tomorrow because of this guys fat head. Isabell pushed Derek forward as she walked, as if moving a prisoner back to their cell. Except.. Derek was going to an office than a cell...... Hm..... "Ruining my hunt has a price to paay" she said in a scheming evil voice. YES. Isabell could be eeevuuulll even without having a long beard to twist wickedlyyy.
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Derek Foster
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Posts: 85
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Post by Derek Foster on May 19, 2011 13:17:36 GMT -5
Derek groaned. “I told you, it was my lunch,” He said harshly. “I took some food from the Great Hall before heading down here,” He added, still pretty pissed. On a normal basis, he would have broken free by now. But, driven by panic and uncertainty of what could happen next seeing the madness in the girl’s eyes, Derek decided not to take his chances. The girl could very well hex him as he try to make his escape and would really feed him to the tree. “They have chicken everyday,” Derek added in protest. Exactly how long had she been at Hogwarts? Derek thought. He realized that she didn’t look that much older or younger than he was, maybe around his age or a year older or younger than he was. “If you the chicken so bad, just get it from the Great Hall,” He stated, finally freeing his hands from some sort of – he honestly had no idea what it was. But, the girl was using it to hold her hair.
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