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Jul 26, 2017 22:33:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 22:33:27 GMT -7
Carleigh decided to go the Great Hall for some odd reason. The room held five long tables. One for every house and one for the Professors to sit at. And at the Staff table right in the middle is where Headmistress McGonagall would sit while they looked over the school. She walked over to the staff table and sat down in Headmistress McGonagall’s chair and sat down in it. “So this is what it looks like from where she sits.” She said with a small smile upon her face. She closed her eyes for a moment and then smiled with joy. She stood up and picked up an imagination cup and tapped it.
“Now please listen students of Hogwarts.” She said with a smile upon her face. She took a deep breath. “This year Hogwarts will play hosts to those scary and creepy creatures called Dementors.” She explained with a small frown. “I’m pretty sure most of you know what dementors are and wouldn’t want to deal with the conquenses and have the souls suck right out of you. They don’t look for innocence as that doesn’t matter to them.” She said a bit seriously as if she was really talking to students and there really were dementors at the school. Which truthfully she was glad that there wasn’t any dementors at the school at all. They were nasty creatures. They make you feel cold and feel dread like there is no hope left in the world.
“But don’t you fret.” She said as she hopped onto the table with determination. “I, Carleigh Greene, Headmistress of Hogwarts will save you students from those awful dementors. And tell them to go back to Azkaban where they’re supposed to be keeping watch over the prisoners. So they don’t escape and come after the Wizarding World. We don’t need another war over Hogwarts.” She said with ease. “So please do your History of Magic homework. You never know when knowing the history will ever come in handy.” She said with a smile. She stopped though when she heard some footsteps.
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Jul 27, 2017 0:54:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2017 0:54:18 GMT -7
@carleigh On occasion, Scorpius found himself wandering out of his dungeon-esque home and to the world above. Lately a lot of study sessions had been conducted within the confines of the Slytherin common room, so seeing sunlight that wasn’t from the almost opaque, greenish tint coming through the underwater lake window was rare indeed. Today, the Malfoy boy decided that enough was enough with the books and notetaking, and out he climbed, taking a detour towards the Great Hall before testing his luck in the outside world. Every now and again the house elves were kind enough to leave snacks or fruit out on the tables for students to grab in between classes and meals. Normally he’d just stop by the kitchens and snag something for himself, but he hadn’t noticed his stomach rumbling until he exited the dungeons. According to his watch, dinner wasn’t for a few more hours. Perhaps today was one of those special days where the house elves were feeling especially kind.
Entering the Great Hall, Scorpius took note that it was empty. That happened from time to time, though usually there were one or two lonely souls sitting at a table either doing work or playing wizard chess. There was no one today though, and that meant any food on the tables was fair game for him. Spotting a platter on the table closest to the entrance, Scorpius made a beeline for it. The silver plate held a few muffins, what looked to be leftovers from that morning’s breakfast, a sandwich, and a few apples. He could feel his face twitch, knowing that this was all there was going to be to eat, unless he went back down into the dungeons and begged the house elves for something more substantial. Letting out a small sigh, Scorpius picked up one of the apples and quickly polished it off with the insides of his robe. This was better than nothing, and fruit certainly wouldn’t kill him.
Content with the shine the apple was now giving off, Scorpius lifted it to his mouth, taking the first bite in time with someone hopping up onto the staff table. He followed through with the remainder of the bite, crunching curiously on the apple as he started to head towards the front of the hall. There was a small girl standing on the table, proclaiming something about being a headmistress. She wasn’t making a mockery of McGonagall by mimicking her, was she? Keeping a solid distance from the table, Scorpius took another bite of the apple, waiting for the girl to look up at him. Under normal circumstances any other year, he might have laughed at her (jokingly of course), or gave her a round of applause. But this year he was a Prefect. If she had simply been sitting in the chair, it would have been one thing. Getting right up onto the table where the headmistress ate and addressed the entirety of the school? Unfortunately he couldn’t let that slide, at least not without a warning. Swallowing the second bite of apple, Scorpius cleared his throat in order to get the girl’s attention, motioning with his hand for her to come over to him.
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Jul 31, 2017 9:07:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 9:07:45 GMT -7
Carleigh stood there looking out at the imaginary students with a concerned look. Yes she was pretending to be a Headmistress but not Headmistress McGonagall. But sure to someone it may look like she was trying to be. Sure she wasn't that tall. But not that anyone else would know that just from watching her. That was for sure. But at the present moment she was bored and had nothing else to do. Sure she was a fifth year and yes she probably should prepare for the O.W.L.'s but she didn't want to do that at the particular moment. She was happy pretending to be a Headmistress and a big massive break out happened at Prisoner of Azkaban had happened. And then they're playing host to Dementors sounded so much more fun.
She was about to say something else when she heard someone clearing their voice. She looked over and saw Scorpius and also motioning her. "Right Students off to bed now please. Dinner is over." She addressed the imaginary students once more and hopped off the table. "So much better to see them at." She said with a small smile. "But honestly I think I want to become Headmistress someday. That was fun." She said with a small smile. "Besides I think I'm glad we really don't have Dementors here." She said with a small frown. She really was just pretending to be a Headmistress. She then decided to let him speak for a moment.
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Aug 11, 2017 12:23:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 12:23:27 GMT -7
@carleigh Scorpius liked to think that he had seen a lot of things during his years at Hogwarts. That had only been amplified when he was made a Prefect. All the things he had rumors about ended up being true, and even worse at some points. This little incident, with the girl standing on the table, was just that: little. Removing students from tables happened more often than not. On any good weekend there would be a Gryffindor or two hopping up on their table and trying to cause mischief. It was all part of going to school at Hogwarts. That didn’t mean it was allowed though, and he still had to take action towards it. She should have known better than to be jumping on tables, let alone the one that the professors used.
The funniest part about all of it? Despite clearly making eye contact with him, she had continued on with her ‘headmistress’ spiel. It was comical to say the least. There were a few possibilities here: she was either having fun and acting it out, which was the most likely, she was crazy, which wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest, or someone had hexed her into believing she was McGonagall. He would be able to tell based on her actions and whether or not she listened to him. Hexes were easily identifiable, and there were only a handful common amongst the students that could cause confusion similar to this.
Scorpius took another bite from his apple as he watched her get down from the table. That was a good sign. At least she was being reasonable. She said something about it being fun, and Scorpius kept a straight face. He wanted to smile at her, because it was still funny to watch, but he knew better than that. “Whether it’s fun or not,” he started, crossing his arms in the process, “you’re not supposed to be climbing up on the tables.” Reprimanding someone for having a good time was painful, but it had to be done. Without law, there would be absolutely no order. A school full of young witches and wizards would be absolute chaos. “So that leaves me with trying to figure out what to do with you…” Scorpius trailed off. She had stopped immediately once she saw him standing there, and he was pretty sure he was the only person that saw it happen. That didn’t change the fact that she had still gotten up on the table, as minor of an offense that it was. If a tree fell in a forest and no one was around, it still made a noise.
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Aug 16, 2017 13:18:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 13:18:33 GMT -7
Carleigh looked at Scorpius for a moment. She couldn’t help but think that he maybe thinking the wrongly here. She was just pretending and that wasn’t hurting anybody. She wasn’t impersonating anyone. But she could get the idea why he was probably thinking she was doing something wrong. Well okay being on the table was a wrong thing to do. That was bad that was for sure. And she knew better than jumping on the table. Her imagination just got the best of her and got her once more in trouble. She wonders why her imagination always gets away from her.
She listened to what he was telling her. “I understand that. My imagination just got the best of me yet again.” She said with a small frown. Why was she letting her imagination get the best of her? She didn’t like her imagination get the best of her. She wished that there was Quidditch Practices at least so she has something to do other than getting herself into trouble. She was one of those kids who has to be doing something otherwise she’d cause trouble. She looked at the young man before her. She realized that he is just doing his job as a Prefect.
“You can always let me go with a warning?” She suggested looking at him with a hopeful look on her face. She also then looked at him with a small smile. “And maybe you can help me learn how to keep my imagination down a level or two?” She asked him yet again with another hopeful look. She really didn’t like getting into trouble.
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