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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 6, 2006 17:04:06 GMT -5
Jake was starved. He walked quietly from his common room to the hall with the kitchen, he knew it was after hours and didn't want to get caught. Over hearing a 7th year talking about how to get into the kitchen and how helpful the stupid elfs were, Jake desided to check it out. Turning the corner, he could just make out the picture of the big bowl of fruit, he heard foot steps from behind him. No where to hide, he sprinted down the rest of the hall to the picture. Skidding to a halt, he took two fingers and tickled the pear. It gave of a loud laugh, and turned into a knob. Swearing under his breath he pulled the door open and climbed in side.
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 6, 2006 18:22:48 GMT -5
Save with in the kitchen, at least he hoped he was, he noticed all the elfs running around doing thier duties. One of the elfs spotted him and called to his friends, soon no less than 20 elfs were sqeaking around him.
"How can we help you?" "What do you wish?" "Can we feed you?" The elfs squeaked.
"What do you guys have for food?" Jake asked, glancing down at the little elfs.
The elfs ran away can came back with pastries, cake, puddings, crackers, drinks, and more. "Help your self!" said a paricually fat one.
Helping himself to pumkin pasties, and anyother treats, He nodded and turned to the door. "Thanks." He said quickly, leaving before they gave him anymore. Out side the kitchens, he heard the foot steps, turning around and looking up into someones shadow.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 6, 2006 19:18:52 GMT -5
"Whats the little fifth year doing out of bed at this time of night?"
Damon growled as the boy emmerged from the kitchens. He noticed the boy was a slytherin, as he was, but he was in a particularly cranky mood, and had no alliances with anyone at this hour.
"I would advise you to get back to the common room as quickly as possible, or someones gunna end up in the hospital wing, and its not going to be me"
Damon hated the little kids, scurrying around like mice, little pests.
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 6, 2006 19:25:59 GMT -5
"What's it to you? Your not a Prefect, so you can't touch me."
The boy was bigger than Jake, no doubt, Jake wasn't afraid of some 7th year anyway. He had gotten into his amout of fights over his 5 years at Hogwarts, and almost always came out on top.
"I'll go back to the common room when I'm ready, I can take care of myself."
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 6, 2006 20:02:11 GMT -5
"Exactly, im not a prefect, co i have nothing to lose if i do touch you" he snarled
"Youll go back to the common room now." damon hissed, his hand was already on his wand, but it was impossible to tell this through the darkness.
"I know more curses that you couldn't even dream of knowing, so unless you have a death wish the commonrooms your best bet"
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 6, 2006 20:18:54 GMT -5
Part of Jake told him to step down, but like most of the time, he got into more trouble.
"Oh, no, I guess I better go to the common rooms." Rolling his eyes at the boy Jake took his wand out and aimed it at his face. "I'd like to see you try and hex me."
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 6, 2006 20:38:38 GMT -5
Damon laughed at this, though he he found this comment rather amusing, the laugh was cold and short. His eyes became wolflike, the effect of switching beteen a human and wolf too often.
"I must say you have spirit, but bravery and spirit gets you nowhere in life, your safer off running back to your bed, with all your little friends"
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 6, 2006 21:01:54 GMT -5
Jacob saw the change of the older boy's eyes right away. He didn't notice the teeth though. Standing his ground, not as comfertable as he did before there was a slight shake in his voice. "I rather like it here though. I can watch out for myself, and no one like you is going to push me around."
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 7, 2006 11:26:26 GMT -5
Damon smiled, reveiling a pair of thin, pointed fangs.
"No one like me will push you around, but im not like myself, i am myself, so unless you would like and early tour of hell i would advise you to go on your little way"
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 7, 2006 11:39:13 GMT -5
"Who the hell do you think you are?" His mind flashed to Professor Lupin. He's not a werewolf, it's not a full moon, and even if it was he wouldn't see it down here. Jake took a few steps back, the boys teeth glew in the torch light.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 7, 2006 11:42:17 GMT -5
"Scared now are we? No Im not a werewolf, lucky you." he laughed softly
"Who am I? Im Damon Salvatore, but please, Dont bother introducing yourself, I've already had the pleasure of knowing your name, Jacob."
He laughed again, advancing on the boy, enjoying the moment.
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 7, 2006 11:53:23 GMT -5
Jake stopped, the only reason this kid knew his name is because he had a habit of getting into trouble. "Shut up." Jacob said sharply. "I'm not scared of you....Everte Statum!" He cried, sending a jet of magic at the boy. The spell was sposed to blast the boy off his feet. ((Taken from the second movie, during Draco and Harrys duel.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 7, 2006 11:57:56 GMT -5
Damon was thrown over backwards, but he jumped back up. He growled, though it was human like.
He flicked his wand, preforming a silent curse, sending the boys robes up in flames.
"I wouldnt hesitate to kill you, boy" he snarled, his lip turned up in a sneer
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Post by Jacob McGovern on May 7, 2006 12:11:25 GMT -5
His robes were in flames, he could feel the heat eating at his flesh. "Aguamenti!" Water shot out of the end of his wand, stopping the fire. Standing in burnt, wet clothing, he aimed his wand, and sent a Jelly-Legs Jinx at Damon.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 7, 2006 12:16:18 GMT -5
damon narrowly avoided it, only because they had practiced deflecting it so much in DA it had become almost second nature. He wished to transform into his wolf being, but it would give way too much away.
"should I move on to the unforgivable curses?" he asked cheerfully.
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