And we were the lucky ones. (open)

[abbott]

MYLOVERONCETOLDME

never pay the reaper

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[atrb=width,240] Never in her life had she seen something so hideous; well, mark that she had, just she had never been forced to wear it before. She stood staring down at the hideous gown that didn’t even belong to her or a family member. Sadly, no the hideous night gown belong no other than Pomona Sprout. The head of Hufflepuff, a charming lady with a shocking amount of talent who could do wonderful things with the earth, who also it seemed to have Crap for Taste in Styling of clothing.. Hannah poked the frothy peach fabric with a finger. She half expected it to jump or stick to her finger but it just laid there shining in all its un-holy glory, wincing she picked it up from her bed and frowned at the mystery that how it seemed to have yard and yard of fabric it still seemed to weigh nothing. Bloody hell, I’m going to freeze in it. Merlin, it should at the very least be functional as hideous as it is.. Hannah with a sigh of agony resigned herself to the fact that even though it was beyond hideous (and she was more likely going to freeze to death in it) it was still the only night gown she had in her possession. She un-like others of her kind didn’t have the luxury of warping while still wearing school issued clothes. No Hannah arrived in un-appropriate Muggle apparel that she was missing at this current moment.. I don’t care if they were smeared with Blood and dirt, the were least warm. With a last roll of her sky blue eyes she draped the offensive material over her shoulder and turned and headed to the loo to ready herself for bed thinking the worst was over. Twenty five minutes later dressed in the dreadful Granny Gown she realized the worst wasn’t over as it itched, not to mention it seemed as if it were several sizes too large. The frock literally hung on her in a fashion that she looked like a little girl playing dress up in her mummy’s clothes. Great like I need help to look flat as a crepe. She turned and examined her figure line from another angle and found she looked the same. Annoyed, she whirled around and was horrified as the slight movement sent the gown sliding down over her shoulder, which she quickly caught and wrenched it back in place. Well, Least it’s only to bed. I’ll get it replaced over the weekend.. Thankfully members of her house were too polite to comment on the frock, well to her face at least. So she was allowed to go to sleep in peace. Sadly that isn’t were she remained.. Children and occasionally adults are subjected to sleepwalking. Hannah lost in a dream of trying to find Cedric who was calling out for her. It was monthly the prior year Hannah had been caught out of bed, it took her head of house only a few episodes to recognize a pattern and fix an elixir to give her a restful sleep. Sadly she didn’t tell anyone about her problem and that is why she was roaming the Quidditch Pitch deep in sleep, sporting a frock she wouldn’t normally be caught dead in, while chasing the ghost of a boy who wasn’t even born yet.

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[evanrosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] my bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins Evan pulled his warm cloak around his shoulders as he walked onto the pitch. It wasn't too cold, but there was always a chill in the air at this time of night, and he hadn't entirely made up his mind where he was going to do this. He had thought of the pitch because it was a large, flat surface with plenty of space, but he had also considered the Forbidden Forest (dismissed that idea before there was no way he was chasing over tree roots if this went wrong, even if it would be a more handy way of disposing of the thing if something bad did happen). He had decided against doing it indoors almost immediately; much too risky. Sometimes he would use empty classrooms and that sort of thing, but that probably wasn't safe on this occasion. He shifted the cage in his arms. Inside it, the small rabbit was running around in circles frantically. He had originally thought it might be more interesting to get a Jarvey to do this, as the ability of speech would allow him to measure the effects much more accurately, but the only one he could find in the Magical Menagerie at the beginning of term had sworn at him and insulted him so thoroughly that he had taken it back after only ten minutes. This particular animal he had 'liberated' from Tranfiguration class, where they had been attempting to turn it into a slipper. It didn't appear very grateful that he had rescued it, however, and he'd had to put a Silencing Charm on the thing to stop it from making such a racket when he sneaked it into his dormitory. But animals never really did seem to like him, especially not the Muggle ones. He'd already been bitten twice. Maybe the rabbit could sense what was going to happen to it. He didn't plan on being out here for too long, but that all depended on how successful the spell was. He hadn't wanted to be bothered with lugging a huge book out here, not when he already had to deal with the rabbit, but had written himself a good scroll of notes and instructions, which hopefully would be enough to be going on with. If he was caught, he didn't exactly want to be caught with a copy of that kind of book anyway. Not when it would be quite easy to put two and two together and work out that he wasn't just doing a bit of bedtime reading, or extra Defence Against The Dark Arts study. It was a fair walk from the Slytherin dormitory to the Quidditch Pitch, and Evan's eyes were already well adjusted to the dark. But it was still very difficult to see, and it wasn't until he'd muttered "Lumos!" and lit the area around him so that he could see where he was going that he saw the... well, at first glance, and in the dark, he wasn't quite sure what it was. The weird, floaty, old fashioned material made him think of ghosts, but as he stepped a bit closer, he saw that the figure was quite definitely opaque. He held his wand up higher to illuminate his way, just as the rabbit made another bid for freedom by leaping at the side of the cage and he nearly dropped the damn thing. Scowling, he frowned as he stepped even closer. It was just a girl. In a really... really... awful dress. He blinked, momentarily more curious than annoyed, even though this was really going to mess up his plans. He hadn't expected anybody to be out here at this time. And, on that note, what on Earth was she doing out here? It was only when he had walked almost right up to her that he realised that she was still fast asleep. Sleep walking. Evan considered her, the rabbit tucked more securely under his arm, partially hidden beneath his cloak, wand still aloft. The wistful, momentary fantasy crossed his mind of... well, she was practically unconscious, wouldn't a real human be a much better test than a rabbit? But he dismissed it. That would be idiotic. He would be bound to get caught; they would be able to trace it back to his wand. Maybe, if he'd been younger, he would have delighted in the idea of leading her in her sleep to the Forbidden Forest or into the Lake. But the fun of those ideas seemed to have worn off. So instead, because he couldn't resist giving the girl a nasty shock to wake her up, he pointed his wand at her and chanted "Aguamenti!" to send a jet of cold water at her. i'm nothing but a tin man, don't feel any pain WORDS: 787 TAGGED: hannah OUTFIT: slytherin school robes MUSIC: billy talent, rusted from the rain NOTES: poor hannah ;) template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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