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Though long since abandoned, the room still has all the magic it did when Dumbledore transformed it, though it may be a bit twisted due to the whole alternate-universe thing. You can decide what happenings will occur in here.

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Emric Bolstridge
First Year
Joined: Dec 6 2011, 03:32 AM

Apr 7 2012, 10:42 PM #1

This was it! The moment of truth! The single, most important day of the cub's young life had come, and he was entirely determined to ensure that everything went as he planned. If not, he'd surely find himself in a horribly, horrible situation that would end with the most disastrous results. Peter Stonewall may have only been a second year to some people, but to a kid barely exceeding a height of four feet, as well as one who had hardly scratched the surface of his wizard training, the boy could be dangerous. About as dangerous as, perhaps, a wolf even? No doubt. Still, Emric was fairly confident that he wouldn't find himself at his untimely doom, considering he had a partner in crime that only boosted his success rate at least by a bazillion percent. Ariel Silvermoor, his recently discovered distant cousin, was going to be joining him very soon to help brew a potion that, hopefully, was going to teach that jerk of a Slytherin a lesson in social interaction! Not only had the second year gone and made Emric look like a stupid, whiny fool by stealing his present to Rose away, but the guy had even gone so far as shamelessly flirting with his own cousin a couple times. Now, that wouldn't have been a bad thing had the guy not also flirted with half of the other first year girls - at least one or two in the cub's own house! And who knows how many other girls the guy flirted with that weren't first years, because, evidently, the guy had no limits.

A kid like that needed to be taught a lesson though, which is precisely why Em was hanging out in the weird, plant infested room that was Classroom Eleven, just waiting for his cousin to arrive with her book of potions. Ariel and the first year were going to look through her book, find the most epically, horrible potion one could make and feed it to the second year snake. Were they being over dramatic? Acting like low-level, sleazeballs who should have just let the Slytherin be?

Pfft, of course not! Peter deserved anything the first years could come up with - Emric was certain of that. There were a number of things that could go wrong with their plan; for example, he could discover their plot before execution and beat them up, or, they could pull the prank fine but not without having their identities revealed, thus prompting the boy to, again, beat them up. Most scenarios led to them getting beaten up, and while Emric couldn't speak for Ariel, he at least knew that getting beaten up wasn't something that he wanted to be involved in. A weak sigh left his lips as he flung his body over a chair, then lifting his leg up and stretching it over a nearby desk. The first year was feeling anxious, pretty impatient as well, but more-so anxious and nervous than anything else. He just couldn't wait to being brewing. That was probably the best part of this all - the fact that he got to practice some potion brewing with his cousin. At the moment, Emric was enjoying potions a lot. He wasn't really sure why, but it was consistently at the top of his favorite class list at the end of every week. It was kind of an easy subject when you thought about. All you had to do was follow the instructions for whatever potion it was you were trying to make. If those were followed correctly, everything would go fine! Of course, Em wasn't sure how things went when you didn't have a recipe to follow, but, he hadn't gotten to a situation like that yet, so he figured he'd worry about it later. Some people complained about it being "hard" - like Rose, for example - but Emric pretty much considered those people to be a little more dense than was healthy. Because, really, it was sort of a like cooking, and while he wasn't a chef himself, the cub considered cooking to be something that people could pick up fairly easily. But, that went for anything, didn't it? As long as people tried hard enough and weren't stupid, they could pretty much do well in whatever it was they wanted to do well in. Of course, there were probably a bunch of people who were just hopeless and dumb. Those people probably would always suck at certain things... Whatever, Emric knew he wasn't one of those people who sucked, so he was pretty content with himself.

There, did, happen to be something that the boy wasn't particularly awesome at though. Whistling. That trick seemed to be something the boy struggled a little with... But it was okay. In moments like this - where he had to be patient and wait for people - Emric enjoyed puckering up his lips, folding his tongue and blowing air from out his lungs like a maniac. "Shwooooo" He managed to created from his efforts, feeling pretty content that it had sounded less airy than normal. As long as he had this to practice, the cub could manage to wait awhile before losing interest and wandering away. Of course, that did bring up the question of what he would do after he mastered the art of whistling...

Maybe he'd get a cat or something. Or, maybe he'd get into the habit of picking up the people he planned on meeting himself. Either way, it didn't really matter much at the moment. He was preoccupied now, and more than willing to spend a little more time waiting for his cousin. That's what family did for each other anyway; they made exceptions for things like this. It was like, an unwritten code or something. Still, the boy hoped the eaglet would arrive soon...
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Ariel Silvermoor
Second Year
Joined: Sep 16 2011, 02:51 PM

Apr 9 2012, 02:56 PM #2

Oh, Ariel was mad; not just minorly annoyed type mad, either. No, the little eaglette was positively furious. "Just where did that... that git get off calling her a thief of magic and worse," She fumed as she made her way to classroom eleven, her pewter cauldron hanging neatly from her arm by its handle, parcels of various basic potions ingredients and handy potions stirrer tucked inside of it for easy carrying, and a stack of potions texts, references and notes under her other arm. Her wand hung from its usual position in its holster on her belt. It had been a good thing for the snake in question that her hands had been to full of books and things to allow her to resent his speach with the afore mentioned item.

The foul temper the little brunette was in was all the fault of one Nathaniel Woodbane... a snake possibly a couple of years older than herself. The snake in question had bumped into her in the hallway on her way back up from the kitchens to her meeting to brew potions with her cousin, Emric Bolstridge of Gryffindor house. Their intent had been to use the potions they had to prank another Slytherin, Peter Stonewall. Why had Ariel been in the kitchens? She had been making a deal with the house elves, as a matter of fact... their aid and silence in administering any potions they made in exchange for a supply of Berty Bott's Everyflavor Beans. Ariel chuckled at exactly how simple the transaction had been made; for some reason or other, she just had a way with them. Considering the things she had learned from her sensei, she had begun to think that one day being a prefect herself might not be such a bad thing... for now though, she was content with her reputation as the riddler's shadow. Even these musings, however, did not take her mind off of her mood... a slight smirk curved the corners as she began to contemplate the ways she could get even with that pompous, stuck up serpent. Peter Stonewall and all of his behaviour was, for the moment, forgotten entirely. The little Ravenclaw didn't doubt that the combined powers of herself and Emric could find any number fo amusing ways to let the punishment fit the crime. Ariel wasn't bad at potions , by any means, but she had always had a bit more talent with wand based magic... it was Emric, it seemed, who truly excelled at potions making. There would be, she reflected, PLENTY of time left in the term to get Peter Stonewall and get him good... it seemed there were far too many Slytherins who needed to be taught a lesson in manners. Peter was a flirt, it was true, but some of the things the Woodbane boy had said.... Grrrrr.

Such were her thoughts as she entered the eerie, jungle like classroom eleven... her eyes blazing dangerously. She quickly spotted Emric slumped comfortably in one of the chairs, his feet propped up on the desk... a posture no teacher would have allowed had one been around to see it.

"Emric!" She called, a light of fierce mischief touched with anger shining in her eyes," I got the house elves to agree to help us, AND to promise not to reveal our identities. Let's see, here are my potions books," She added setting the stack on a nearby desk," especially this one," She added holding up a muggle spiral notebook, and brandishing with a grin." This one has some potions that are good for pranks in it... including," she added with a smirk," a few that you won't find in the others." Being the riddler's shadow, the eagle prefect's apprentice of prankery, had its advantages... for one, she was learning all kinds of interesting potions and interesting uses for them...

With that she set her cauldron down and began to unpack the various ingredients she had brought with her, carefully organizing them. They had ended up choosing this room because there was a wide range of plants in it, more than a few of which were useful in various potions. It was also, as an added benefit, not much used for actual classes anymore and so they were unlikely to be found. "Do you know a Nathaniel Woodbane?" She enquired, still busily looking through what she had brought with her... yes, very good, she thought examining a packet of dragon scales she had brought, setting then next to her bottle of distilled water. "I ran into him in the corridors on my way back upr from talking with the houselves," She continued,"And you wouldn't believe some of the things he said to me," she added with a hint of the anger she felt in her voice.
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Emric Bolstridge
First Year
Joined: Dec 6 2011, 03:32 AM

Apr 12 2012, 10:01 PM #3

Emric nearly fell out of his chair as he heard the door to the room begin to open, not really expecting to hear it so suddenly. He pushed his legs off the desk and turned to find the eaglet with the eyes of a bull, ready to charge. He blinked a few times, not really sure if Ariel was awake or if she was in some sort of sleep-raging trance and had somehow made it all the way down the eagle tower there. People didn't sleep rage though, did they? The cub didn't really think they did, though he supposed it was possible. Even so, the second his cousin began talking let him know that she wasn't just asleep and was in fact, pretty pissed off. "What happened?" The first year asked, raising an eyebrow. He heard the words coming out of her mouth, but nothing she said seemed to be worthy of getting angry over. Unless... she didn't want to prank to Peter anymore and was now frustrated because she wanted out of the deal. That would have been a horrible blow to the first year's plan, because Ariel's mischievous ways were pretty much essential to the success of the prank. Em might have been able to pull one off on his own, but there wouldn't be a chance of his prank being as awesome as it would be if two pranksters worked on it. Plus, with only him, who would check to make sure he didn't make any mistakes? Because, while the Gryffindor thought he was pretty awesome, he couldn't ignore the good possibility that he would screw something up and get caught. The thought of Peter catching him mid-prank sent a shiver down the boy's spine - it just couldn't happen. Ariel needed to be in on this prank, if not because the stupid snake deserved to get pranked, but at least to ensure that her cousin didn't get beaten to a pulp.

She didn't look like she didn't want to be a part of the prank since the cub could see quite clearly how carefully and swiftly she unpacked everything. Of course, the wizard was beginning to notice that girl's were a bit stranger than he originally had thought. One second they were alright, then the next they were upset and yelling about this or that. And even after yelling and being upset, they could still go back to being decent people. Em assumed that every girl was a bit different though, so Ariel might have just been one of those girls who kept everything in and just looked kind of irritated on the outside. This was troubling, because Emric didn't want the eaglet to be upset, mostly because it would be detrimental to their plan, but also because he cared about her well being. He sighed softly, releasing some of the frustration he was getting on his own from just trying to read his cousin. If... Ariel really didn't want to do the prank anymore, the first year supposed he'd have to comply. It was a sucky idea, because he really wanted to get Peter back for being a jerk, but if his cousin didn't want to anymore... then he didn't have too much of a choice.

This horrible thought was lifted from the boy's mind as he heard the eaglet continue to talk, mentioning to him about some kid named Nathaniel. He shrugged at her question about whether he'd heard of the boy before. Emric didn't really pay attention to anyone outside of his best friend, Rose, and Ariel herself. He supposed Lucy was alright, though he didn't really concern himself with what she was up to. Still, he perked his ears up to listen to what his cousin had to say about the boy. After all, Ariel wouldn't have brought the boy up for no reason, as she was good at not wasting the first year's time. His brows furrowed at her words as he crossed his arms and walked up to her. "What did he say?"

By the way his cousin had finished her sentence, the first year could sort of tell that her encounter with the kid was a bit less than pleasant. This only angered the boy, as he didn't like the image of seeing the eaglet get picked on in his head. The news of this Nathaniel guy took place of the cub's old goal to get back at Peter, because while Em didn't appreciate some snake shamelessly flirting with Ariel as well as every other girl, he most definitely didn't like the idea that some kid had gone and upset her. That being said, the cub's instinct told him that whatever it was that this Nathaniel kid did, he couldn't live on unpunished. Whether the guy had merely stepped on his cousin's toe or just sneezed in her direction, Emric was prepared to proclaim war on the guy and do everything he could to make sure he not only apologized for whatever it was he did, but to also make sure that he never had the idea to hurt Ariel again.

Picking up the eaglet's potions book, the first year began flipping through the pages, only to find that just looking up textbook potions was boring. He then picked up the notebook she had brought with her, and began looking at the potions that apparently weren't in any textbook at school. He grinned as he found a few that sounded pretty cool, but the potion they needed to make needed to be super cool, not just pretty cool. "What should we do to him, Ariel? It's gotta be something really bad, otherwise there's no point in getting the jerk back at all!"
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Ariel Silvermoor
Second Year
Joined: Sep 16 2011, 02:51 PM

Apr 16 2012, 01:44 AM #4

Her cousin, who had nearly fallen out of his chair upon her entering the room, she had noted with a grin, didn't take long in coming over to see what she had brought... or in asking about exactly what had happened on her way down here involving the Woodbane boy. "He said that I must have gotten the magic some squib was supposed to have," She answered angrily," He basically called me a mistake... or worse, a thief and said that I had no business at Hogwart's and that I ought to go back home to my muggle mum and dad." she told the cub as she watched his eyes narrow with anger and interest at her news.

That was a good sign. Ariel would certainly like to get back at that jerk Nathaniel, but the, Peter deserved to be pranked too. Maybe.. maybe she could persuade Em that they could successfully prank both of the boys. They might even be able to make it look like the other was responsible for whatever it was they chose to do. The house elves certainly weren't going to rat on them.

The cub then began to look through the potions books she had brought while she continued to sort through her potions ingedients. Glancing up she noticed that he had homed in on the one with her 'extracurricular' potions notes in it. She grinned, as she happened to know there were a number of good ones in there.

Her Gryffindor partner in prankery wanted to know exactly what they ought to do... it had to be good or, as he pointed out, why bother with it at all. "Hmmmmm..." She muttered as she began to thumb through the notes, There was the wide-eyes potion, draught of night vision... what to do, what to do; the little Rabrunette wondered as she flicked passed any nymber of possibilities." Did you see any.... say, I have an idea. Supposing we try combining some of them?" She asked looking back eagerly at her cousin to see what the lion cub would think of this plan. It was a fact, though, that sometimes mixing potions had... unexpected results.

She carefully explained her other idea to the cub... that of making enough of whatever potion they made to dose the both of them with it. Why not? If they were going to enact vengeance, why not on more than one at a time, the eagle grinned as she continued to look through the potions manual... one ear open to hear any thoughts, ideas or suggestions the cub miht have.
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