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Post by Scream on Aug 21, 2007 1:35:04 GMT -5
^.^ you all put so much thought into your deaths. Ohh I hadn't even thought of that connection Elle.
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Post by moogle on Aug 23, 2007 1:52:50 GMT -5
Round 2 has begun, and the new Detective is wiltingroses08[/colour].
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Post by kaisei13 on Aug 23, 2007 12:40:45 GMT -5
I stood on the Astronomy tower, enjoying the early hours of twilight watching the stars that have always captivated me. It has been cloudy for days and I am ecstatic that it is a clear night, perfect for star gazing. But my solitude is interrupted by the sound of the door behind me opening. I roll my eyes in annoyance, I hate being bothered during my star gazing. 'Probably another adolescent couple looking for a place for a quick tryst' I think to myself, but as I turn around but my annoyance turns into confusion. I cannot see much in the darkness, only the outline of what looks to be a single person wearing quiddich gear. "Isn't it a bit late for quiddich practice?" I ask, my back is resting against the low stone wall behind me staring at my intruder. The person does not answer, and I turn back to me telescope hoping that I did not bump it when I moved to look at the door. Suddenly I feel weightless, and I can see my beloved tower rushing up past me as I fall towards the ground. I reach for my wand, but the ground is too close. 'At least the stars are pretty tonight'
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Post by Scream on Aug 23, 2007 23:45:35 GMT -5
I was on the Quidditch pitch practicing for the upcoming game, my mind wandering, movements automatic. My thoughts were obstructed by thoughts of the war and the death of one of my Slytherins when I looked across the field and saw a rival player standing off to the side of the pitch. Staying on my broom, I flew closer, being slightly wary, they were after all on a different team and order. When I was only a few meters away, I asked what they were doing outside, it was after all class time and they should be setting a good example as a prefect. and be in class or studying.
Suddenly their wand was drawn and a body bind cast. Grabbing the bat out of my hand, they then continued to knock me out with it. My thought of how the Slytherin HoH post really is cursed.
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Torch
First Year
SQT - Seeker
Looks like Ron found a new Muggle toy... God help us all!
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Post by Torch on Aug 24, 2007 3:53:24 GMT -5
Walking throught the corridors, I realised I shouldn’t be out late at night. Not only would I lose house points for my precious house, but there was a certain electricity in the air. And it wasn’t the good type. I sped up my nighttime stroll, hoping to finish sooner than normal. Whilst crossing the grounds, something at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower, far in the distance. Alarmed, I rushed towards it. But then I heard a yell coming from the Quidditch pitch, so instead turned to that. The thing that fell was probably just a bird or something, but I wasn’t going to waste time checking when there was definitely something going on at the Quidditch Pitch. Running full pelt, I reached it after only a few minutes, gasping as I opened the grounds. What I found made my blood run cold. “Professor!” My Head of House lay dead and bloody on the floor. I broke my eyes from the sight, instead staring at the perpetrator. “You!” I dived at the murderer, rugby taggling him to the floor, dropping my wand in the action. I knew it was foolish, but my mind was clouded with rage. My HOH’s killer managed to stun me off it’s body, causing me to fly backwards. I lay there panting as they stood and hobbled towards me. At least I’d injured the B****** a little, because without my wand, I couldn’t do much more. “How dare you!” They said. “Why? What are you gunna do about it?” I sneered. “Write an article about how much I’m a stinking Slytherin? Why’d you do it?!?” “To get rid of you Slytherins,” was all they said before bringing their wand down in one swift spell. Then all went black. (Not very good but I had fun )
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Post by wiltingroses08 on Aug 24, 2007 20:19:06 GMT -5
Let's see...it's down to a Quidditch-playing, non-Slytherin prefect, who is in the Dark Order, and writes for a newspaper, possibly a Beater. I believe that points towards Grae Black.
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Post by moogle on Aug 25, 2007 0:31:07 GMT -5
Correct! Well done!!
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Post by Be Elle on Aug 25, 2007 1:24:14 GMT -5
Are we going to start a new game immediately, or wait a bit?
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Post by Veritaserum on Aug 25, 2007 2:53:50 GMT -5
Well, I think we ought to go again, because I think some people haven't even been murdered yet, but if you want to wait then we shall.
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Post by Grae Black on Aug 27, 2007 10:02:40 GMT -5
At least I got to kill three people. -smiles-
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Post by moogle on Sept 1, 2007 2:07:51 GMT -5
Round 3 has begun, and the new Detective is LizzyMarch.
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Post by Scream on Sept 4, 2007 6:15:40 GMT -5
Alas, your dear Head of Slytherin has been murdered! What ever shall be done?
Dear Lizzy, will you avenge me? Bring justice to my murderer?
I don't have long before I pass on, so I will tell you this: my murderer; she hails from a place where knights are still heroes in the eyes of the locals; with the speech of many lands and knowledge of the highly learned. She holds great power and respect from our peers, my murder was not expected... And yet, not surprising for it to be her.
Great responsibility can lead to greater problems....
(*Cough* Daniel Johns *cough* lol)
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Post by LizzyMarch on Sept 7, 2007 20:16:43 GMT -5
Quick question: if i don't have any other final words, do i still have to post the murderer by tomorrow?
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Post by Be Elle on Sept 7, 2007 20:29:38 GMT -5
Oh, I don't really know. You'll have to ask Moogs.
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Post by moogle on Sept 7, 2007 21:12:18 GMT -5
Nope, you don't Lizzy March. It's just to ensure that we know you are active and playing the game, but as you have posted asking this question, I think we can take it you are However, you do have three guesses remember, so don't feel like you have to get it right the first time. On that note..... Though I will never admit this, I am dead terrified of the dark; it therefore should come as no surprise that I found myself shivering in fear as I wandered down the hallways late at night. Everything seemed so much more frightening, and my senses were going hay-wire, picking up every little sound and shape that surrounded me... Suddenly I noticed a dark figure moving past me. I stopped, holding up my illuminated wand to get a better picture, and immediately relaxed. Why should I fear her after all? Feeling not so terrified, I walked towards her, hoping to start a conversation to soothe my already stretched nerves, when I noticed she was holding her wand at me, a dark look in her eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked in surprise. "It's just me." She didn't answer my question though, and it was then I realised that I was not paralysed in fear, but paralysed with magic. A slow smile curved her lips, and with horror I wondered what I could have possibly done to deserve this, and what it was she planned to do with me. "Why?" I asked, unable to keep my thoughts to myself any longer. "Because I can," was her simple reply. I tried to protect myself; tried to call for help, but nothing could save me and no one was there to hear me. We were alone, and the betrayal I felt was even more painful than the death I knew that would be coming. "Avada Kedavra," she said softly, and as the rushing green light came towards me, I could only stare in horror at her ghostly green face- she who had given me so much- before death claimed my soul... (have fun getting the clues out of that one )
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