Brewing troubles

Liam Andrews
First Year
Liam Andrews
First Year
Joined: Jan 21 2012, 06:59 PM

Feb 5 2012, 02:15 AM #1

  • The hallways in the castle always were amusing to the Ravenclaw. Even as a seventh year, Liam found it interesting and fun to just go for strolls in them around the castle. Having spent the ten and a half years of his life knowing nothing about the Wizard World, he was inclined to still be fascinated about anything magical sometimes. it just wasn't ordinary. His letters home for the first few years attending Hogwarts had attempted to convey what was going on at the castle to his parents, but it was without hope. The two muggles would never be able to truly understand what was going on at their sons school. It was a whole new world that they would never be allowed to fully enter into. Every summer when they went to go purchase Liam's school things in London they learned bits and pieces, but for the most part, Liam belonged to a new world and they had learned to accept that their son would never be able to truly tell and explain what happened at the castle. Liam shoulders sagged at the thought they he would never get to witness the true joys and magic of it all. Nor had they ever, or would they ever, be able to visit his school and understand exactly what he meant by staircases changing, which led the eagle to be late for class more than once in his first few years of school. Never would his parents be able to step into the Wizarding world.

    The young man, dressed in cargo pants and a t-shirt, wandered through the halls. Classes were over for the most part, although judging by the looks of the way some students were rushing around, there must have been one more class for some of the students before their day would be able to come to a close. Liam smiled and nodded at a few students that he knew, before continuing down the hallway. People were scattered around here and there, happily chatting with friends or headed to dinner with them. As for Liam? The Ravenclaw was headed down to the Great Hall for a quick dinner before spending the evening in the library to do a potions essay. It wasn't exactly the funnest plans for the night, but it suited the boy just fine, as he wanted to get a jump start on the homework that would be due for the week. Nothing sayin he couldn't get ahead in his studies, right?

    Again, Liam's mind wandered over to the muggle world vs the Wizarding World. It was curious, he thought that wizards and witches could, with a bit of practice, fit into the muggle world quite well. But the other way around? It was never going to happen. That much was demonstrated by Squibs, who more often than not forced to find homes in the muggle world, despite having family that enjoyed the Wizarding one very much. It was something that Liam often thought about, being muggleborn. It wasn't exactly a fair world or situation for many people, but he supposed that there really wasn't away around it. There wasn't anything special wizard and witches would have to do to fit into the muggle lifestyle. But since muggles couldn't and never would be able to do a simple charm, they never would be able to live without electricity or cars or other such items. At least not without going back to the fourteen hundreds or so. So lost in his thoughts, Liam didn't notice the other boy that was coming his way.</li>

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Balthazar Harkonen
Fifth Year
Joined: Mar 17 2011, 03:32 AM

Feb 17 2012, 06:37 AM #2

Even after classes were over, when Balthazar would normally begin to wind down, the duties of the Head Boy were not done, and he was instead solving the case of the “Defaced Portrait”. Someone had decided to add a monocle to a sleeping George von Rheticus, an act bad for obvious reasons. It annoyed Balthazar that he had to be troubled with finding the perpetrator when Mr. von Rheticus had only caused him problems in the past. The portrait, a mere echo of the man he was supposed to mirror, apparently held all the intuitive power of his real life counter part, which did not bode well for the Slytherin considering he was a trouble maker among trouble makers. Sure, Balthazar aced the portraits star charts each and every time, but it was a trifle being forced to complete said chart each and every time he needed something from the painting. Even now, in his efforts to help the ancient portrait-wizard, he was insistent on the Head Boy completing yet another test of knowledge before saying anything to him. Perhaps he knew that Balthazar couldn’t simply turn a blind eye to the issue; defacing school property was bad, and defacing school property that was in some way sentient was even worse. Thus, he was stuck dealing with the issue, and the good portrait didn’t fail to exploit that little fact. So, after bending over backwards for the damned thing, Zar was now stomping a path through the hallways, tracking down a lead amongst a series of leads, which he thought would finally lead him to a perpetrator.

He’d gone through the kitchens, interrogated house elves and other paintings, and had even questioned some of the castle ghosts, and he did so without fear, even making demands from the Grey Lady…in the end, she didn’t tell him anything he wanted to hear of course, and he instead had to go pay his respects to the lucky bastard who’d murdered her, the Blood Baron. He, being a Slytherin, and somewhat partial to Zar’s mannerisms and disposition, was far more forthcoming with information. For that, the Head Boy commented on the particularly resounding clank of his heavy chains. Having found the Slytherin House ghost haunting the dungeons so close to the Slytherin common room, Balthazar decided to change out of his school uniforms and into something more casual. He had a feeling he would be at this for a while, and he was admittedly weary of the black of his robes, and the charcoal grey of his vest. His choice of casual wear was barely any better. A simple, black v-neck, a grey button-down sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of grey shoes that were complicated in their simplicity. His attire was colorful only in the sense that it was more modern, and more muggle inspired than the dreary robes of his wizarding compatriots outside the separating walls of “youth” and “generations”. If he ever admitted that there was anything even remotely similar to himself and muggles, like fashion, he might just start a wizarding war over it; find a basilisk somewhere and start killing people with it.

His mind was rather solidly placed on the task of cracking the mystery he was solving, thoughts weaving between clues and suspects. His attention was also put on walking and not running into anything, but only in that way which you react in time to avoid stationary objects, and narrowly moving ones assuming they too moved. This was not the case, however, as Liam and he ultimately collided. Neither was paying close enough attention and by the time shoulders bounced off each other, sending Zar in one direction, and more than likely Liam in the other. It was at the height of this collision that Zar began to run through the series of events that lead up to it, namely the mindless forward trajectory of his walking, and the ultimately lackluster way in which his reflexes responded to the other body that was too close for a complete save. Yet, just as Zar found his balance, lost for all of a second, that deep seated, easily roused anger of his surfaced. Thoughts of his portrait problem got put into the back of his mind while the issue of a seemingly blind Liam Andrews became is focus.

Zar had all of seven years worth of information on Liam, which was to be expected as they were classmates, and despite his tendency to keep his intelligence under wraps, Balthazar knew he wasn’t an idiot and had, even perhaps absentmindedly, gathered up seven years worth of observable information on him as well, however ill equipped he was to use that information. Zar’s ice blue irises zoned in on the areas of Liam’s face and body that acted as indicators; ways in which the Slytherin might catch a reaction of some kind. Eyes, mouth, hands, breathing patterns… he was observant, and its how he was able to be who he was; it was how he’d built his reputation—a reputation Liam surely knew all about. “Watch where you’re going, Andrews.” Balthazar’s stern command bordered scolding, but the volume of his voice just barely lifted above his “inside voice”. Anger within the constraints of decorum were how he preferred to keep things.
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Liam Andrews
First Year
Liam Andrews
First Year
Joined: Jan 21 2012, 06:59 PM

Feb 29 2012, 09:52 PM #3

  • Liam's eyes rose to face the person that he had bumped shoulders with, an apology forming on his lips, but when his blue eyes met those of the Slytherin, it fell away from his lips, a frown tugging at his lips instead. Zar. Perfect. Just what he wanted, more troubles in the mist of what was going on in his life. What was it with the guy anyways? Liam knew that the snake didn't like that he was muggleborn, but the other seventh year was also smart enough to realize that purebloods couldn't go on forever without eventually having to marry family members. So if their weren't at least some people with a little bit of muggle in the bloodline somewhere. Surely the snake knew and realized that? Or maybe not, the Ravenclaw thought, as Zar's words came out in almost a hiss.

    Zar Harkonen.

    Blinking, the eagle's tongue formed a response, but at the last second, he bite it off. He didn't want to get into it with the seventh year, he really didn't. Nothing could be gained by fighting with him. Especially since the snake was now the Head Boy. Seven years of information from watching the bully rose to the surface of the young man's mind, his heart burning with some sort of revenge wanting, that the eagle didn't often experience. But it was this other young man that could push his buttons. It was Zar that could make Liam loose hope that all people had some sort of good in them. The Slytherin was nothing more than a bully. While a part of Liam told him that their had to a reason for the Slytherin's actions, he still didn't want to fight with him at the moment.

    Head Boy.

    Liam didn't feel like getting detention for apologizing, didn't feel like getting detention for anything, really. Now that Zar was Head Boy, if the rumors were true, he was even meaner than before. The Ravenclaw pursed his lips, sighing softly. Detention was probably inevitable, at this point though. Seven years of crossing paths with Zar not only hinted at hit, but lead the young man to believe it. Was an apology worth the effort? Probably not, but it would be unlike the eagle to try. So, biting his lip a long moment, the Ravenclaw met the Slytherin's eyes and responded, "Of course, Zar, I'm sorry. I'll see you later." Moving past the snake, he continued on his way down the corridors.</li>

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Balthazar Harkonen
Fifth Year
Joined: Mar 17 2011, 03:32 AM

Mar 9 2012, 10:01 PM #4

Some part of Balthazar seemed to be waiting for Liam to get the balls to become legitimately angry and lash out at his behavior, but the indicators of his face simply told of a boy thinking of how to properly handle the situation. Perhaps a twitch of the eyebrow, or his incessant lip biting served as a warning to a display of violent rage, but by the end… Liam disappointed. He remained calm, the Raven, and chose the path frequently traveled; the falsely named “high ground”; the path of nonviolence. Zar neither respected it nor liked it, but he, being who he was, undoubtedly forced the majority of people to take such a weak willed road as they were unwilling to deal with the backlash that resulted from upsetting him. That part he could understand, and yet this was why the world didn’t change: most people were to afraid to seize power, man up, and change it. These were Balthazar’s own thoughts on the matter, or rather the implications of what had just transpired between himself and Liam Andrews. He was reading too deeply into it, but the rapid pace of his mind left little time between Liam’s apology and his reverie, so it didn’t matter. The Head boy scoffed, turned on his heel, and continued on his way, leaving Liam to his own devices.

But that did not last. Two or three steps after turning his back on the Raven, the Snake paused and turned back around. “What do you know about a portrait being defaced, Andrews?” It was a simple question. Zar expected a quick answer. If it took any lengthy amount of time, or if there was any stuttering, he may begin to suspect that Liam had something to do with the situation, or knew who did. Either way, he was a good start. What more could the Slytherin ask for? Liam was a Ravenclaw: a Ravenclaw seemingly unwilling to get in trouble, and even less willing to get on Zar’s bad side. So, he should have been more than willing to comply with any and all rules, and more than willing to out anybody who he witnessed blatantly breaking those rules. Vandalism would certainly be something he would report if he saw it. Perhaps, if Zar had to, he could threaten him or do something a little more drastic; something a little dark, and perhaps a touch unethical. Andrews seemed weak minded enough. Zar would not underestimate him, of course, but he would not put it past him to have a nice, compliant personality; one that bent relatively easy to the pressure people like Balthazar were capable of applying. Eye contact was applied during the interrogation, Zar’s icy hues seeking to lock with those of Liam.
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