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Apr 4, 2018 20:29:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 20:29:49 GMT -7
Iggy was glad to be back at Hogwarts. Things at home were uneventful as usual. Home wasn't exactly a happy place for Ig. Especially since he couldn't quite practice magic outside of school, and both of his passions really required magic to really partake in. But now school was back in session and Iggy was thrilled to be back, roaming the corridors and sneaking around the watchful eyes of professors to light up the occasional cigarette or better yet, torment Peeves the Poltergeist. Peeves and Iggy had a special kind of bond, always trying to expose one another's shenanigans. Peeves had gotten Iggy caught by plenty of professors in the past for smoking on school grounds, just as Iggy had got Peeves in trouble for causing ridiculous chaos throughout the school. But both seemed to enjoy the game they had going on. They were a lot more alike than either of them cared to admit.
The Slytherin was slowly walking along the fourth floor corridor that most people tended to avoid because of the poltergeist; his pack of cigarettes in his robes. Iggy had a nasty habit he was constantly getting yelled at for by his mother, but he just couldn't kick it. Maybe one day he'd make the perfect potion that would sate his craving. Ig walked along the corridor, carefully looking around every now and then for Peeves. At the end of the corridor, he decided to turn around and slowly head back the other way to begin his long pacing. That would usually bring Peeves out. And just to make sure he could really bait the poltergeist, Iggy took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He didn't light it just yet, though. No, he always saved that for the grand finale.
Elijah Theron Fleming
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Elijah Theron Fleming
ILVERMORNY ALUM MWRC APPRENTICE RESEARCHER
505 posts
Infatuated with Cordie Smith
played by Chanel
in too much space we hide.
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last online Mar 28, 2024 12:19:30 GMT -7
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Apr 5, 2018 10:46:42 GMT -7
Post by Elijah Theron Fleming on Apr 5, 2018 10:46:42 GMT -7
THE LIBRARY AT HOGWARTS WAS IMPRESSIVE sure, but Eli had no desire to be in it for long and laborious amounts of time. Which is exactly what his friends all appeared to be doing. Now, not to be misconstrued, Eli could easily enjoy a book on magical creatures more than once. It was fascinating. But, his attention span was his worst enemy. And so he'd abandoned his friends quite abruptly, to wander Hogwarts's labyrinth of halls. Which definitely weren't boring.
Eli watched a landscape catch on fire. Oil paint shivering and bubbling before resettling to the forest it originated as. It was a beautiful painting, a snapshot of tragedy that kind of unsettled him in an interesting way. He'd stopped at this particular addition for longer than any other. Was it the second of destruction and mayhem? He didn't think about it. However, when something changed, he noticed. For out of the blue, there appeared a ghostly figure.
The sight curdled his stomach for a minute, but when he caught it, it was looking at him. And then it moved. Eli watched as it appeared to jump from painting to painting. A mirage that he followed, first at a slow pace, and then running. It hopped and skipped from age framed piece of artwork, often with outrageous welcome. Some odd addition that wanted him to chase it. Eli did like a dog, skidding around corners and stopping to look for it when it outran him.
Eventually, however, he entered a hallway devoid of art. Though not to be daunted, Eli jogged down the length of it, kicking off a wall jauntily before he made to turn down the next. Only to be confronted by a figure casually standing in the middle, a cigarette casually hanging from his lips. They were dressed in robes, just like any student, but Eli still reared back in surprise.
"Oh, shit..." He cursed in surprise. "Didn't think anyone was around here." Tugging at his robes, he shifted, only in time to see a ghost materialise through the wall behind the boy in front of him. "Uh... there's someone behind you..." He warned, not knowing the ghost by name. There were just so many.
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