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Post by ashy on Jun 11, 2011 10:49:59 GMT -5
when trouble awaits for you, swimmingly to walk in it's doors there was at least one person who was always prepared for it. but right now not even one of the bravest and intelligent of lions could be ready for what drastically happened to her. and her name, would be hermione jean granger. who wasn't pleased at where she was now, ambulating the halls holding her agitation, as unknown yet familiar faces grinned thoroughly past her way.
she never expected to wake up in the 1970's. not anyone she had met , had really either and out of everything she's been in, was this the one that caught her most of guard. hermione, the sixteen year old gryffindor from the 90's had found herself helplessly to the whims of the 70's and had no further escape plan she could think of, practically pulling the pages in her mind of books out, with the answers leaving her pages of empty writing.
in her mind, she'd thought hours, even days metaphorically on how there could be some type of reasoning being under this--whether it being an evil force or some kind of magic gone wrong yet she had no solution; time-traveling was a powerful thing something strongly under cautious that only a idiot would manipulate with so she wondered what type of stupidity or barmy warphole (yet she dismissed the silly idea quickly) that brought her up in this mess--and to avoid more brain damage she lead herself to one place she could fully trust herself into; the library.
"there's got to be something here." she freshly muttered to herself, scurrying around pushing the doors going inside the room filled with silence. "anything, although these books are fairly old i'm sure there's something i've missed!" which in her honest conscience she knows she doubts since she basically could tell already what the books were as she pondered, from just reading their spines. sitting down in one of the desks she nervously grabbed a couple books ( dark art books, magical studies, and a few useful books for her natural sixth year just in case anyone was looking--and also for her typical study habits she was still in school after all ) concentrating hard furrowing her brows flipping page by page as if she was contemplating for a future test. ' unless i'm crazy and this all a dream, there has to be a reason under all of this. and i've been here too long to know it's not. ' she thought. "keep yourself together hermione, you'll find a way out of this! you always do..."
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notes first post with hermione, ever. <3 i'll get better. xD
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 11, 2011 17:50:24 GMT -5
Emmelia Jenelle Jammison was roaming throughout the halls of Hogwarts. Today was just not the day to get on her nerves, most of her house mates were really beginning to tick her off. All of them were so egotistical, stuck up, pureblooded inbreds, and she was sick and tired of dealing with every single one of them. Then to add onto all that most of them were Death Eaters. That didn't help her case one bit either. Not only was she sick of dealing with Death Eaters at home, but she also had to deal with them at Hogwarts as well. It was almost as if the Sorting Hat put her into Slytherin just to torture her.
She stormed into the solitary confines of the library with a huff. For anyone who dared try and mess with her today, they had better watch out before all hell would break loose. Emmelia calmed herself a little as she walked all the way to the back of the library and sat down at a table that just held a few books on it. Looking at the covers she noticed a theme, dark arts, magical studies, one on how to reverse dark arts effects. Emmelia's curiosity piked as she wondered who was sitting at the table before her.
She lifted her wand and before anyone had time to stop her she casted a few books around with a hovering charm. They flew up and down the aisles of the library, doing flips and such. When they came back to her she glanced over at her right to see a curly haired sandy blonde glaring at her as if she committed a crime. The books fell instantly to the table and Emmelia froze for a second. "I'm sorry, were these yours? I honestly had no idea. I'm terribly sorry!" Emmelia felt bad for messing with the girls belongings.
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Post by ashy on Jun 11, 2011 23:47:14 GMT -5
and if things didn't get more befuddling for the poor distended girl then it was bound to get more now. silently continuing to ease herself in the chair flipping more pages, and pages to find an answer she began to be irritated to the fact that the literature would not let her have her way so easily. ' it's impossible! how can there not be something about this?! the library has never dissappointed me! but oh, yes, hermione really like it's common to wake up in a time that isn't yours.... ' the gryffindor groaned unpleasantly. the libraries of hogwarts had never in her life deluded her and both harassed her at the same time so much. if harry or ron was here, they'd probably be in disbelief with her as well, being the girl who always found all of what they were asking for either her mind, or some type of book. there was only merely trivial things that she already knew about her situation-- " time traveling is a drastic thing, do not tamper with time, many wizards have killed themselves accidently doing so.... " but that was about time-turners and hermione certainly knew by fact, that she was in a scenario that was nothing like it. and to ask herself to go in the restricted areas would be a hard thing to win over without suspicion...
"augh! can't i find anything in these books?! why mention something, if you don't properly explain it right!" tempting to hold her strain of voice she closed herself for away from everyone else from the desks embarrassed, covering a soft red face. when she expects her to succeed in something, she has no worries and this was simply just infuriating....and if she hadn't noticed her books abruptly moving away from her, she would have ended in a total brain collapse. too quickly had the pages began flying away from her messily, where she only raised a brow gaping watching it as it lead straight to the caster herself. squinting, she frowned glaring at the person as she stared at the colors of her attire angry, but sadly not amused getting up; a slytherin. starting off her fake school life with already new bullies to push you down. lovely.
"of course you didn't." she mocked, holding her temper trying to act as civil as possible (they were still in a library after all) walking towards her taking her books back, gently. "these books may be worthless to you, but at least try acting like you care for the sake of everyone here." she glanced smoothly and strictly at the girl now realizing that she wasn't a familiar face before finishing, "i'd like to study as much as i can without interruptions."
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notesshort && simple, not my best?
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 12, 2011 0:14:29 GMT -5
Emmelia was on good terms with every Gryffindor at Hogwarts. They all knew her to be something different. Slytherins hated her and everyone else were either kind to her or at least civil. She grew up in a house with Death Eaters, she's seen the torment that they bring to others, and the Dark Lord...well, he was just the dictator of them all. First hand she's been the one under the wand being tormented because she thought differently. Especially coming from her father, ever since she was little he abused her because she wasn't a pureblood tirade like the rest of them. She accepted muggles and half bloods, being a pureblood never mattered to her. She hated her family quickly and found it easy to be surrounded by the other houses at Hogwarts because they accepted her better. Emmelia touched the dark mark lightly that was branded into her left arm. Just the thought about being branded by them made her blood boil. Luckily there was a simple charm that covered it up, if only she could find someone that knew how to get rid of the blasted thing.
Emmelia looked the girl over and quickly noted that she belonged to Gryffindor. Which made her feel even worse about messing with her books. All she wanted was to keep her mind occupied and have a little fun. She never meant to piss anyone off. "I wasn't harming them or anything. Just attempting to have a little sport." She sulked. Here she was in the library getting lectured, and making someone else angry. What a great day. "I really am sorry. I had no idea you were using them, or else I wouldn't have touched them..." She hoped that the girl could tell she was being sincere.
Emmelia had always attempted to make it a point to anyone that she was not like the rest of her house. It was difficult for many to grasp, especially if they knew she came from a Death Eater pureblooded family. As well if they knew her brothers and her sister as well...that only made them even more weary of her. "I'm Emmelia Jammison, and I'll be sure to make sure not to toy with your books anymore." She extended her hand out as a warm invitation.
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Post by ashy on Jun 12, 2011 2:41:47 GMT -5
"well i'm not much fond of playing childish games," she lightly said pausing thoughtfully. "especially when it comes to property that isn't mine." hermione sighed relentlessly, speaking in her typical teacher-like tone when it came to these sort of situations. while she glanced at the girl calmly she was positive there wasn't another pansy parkinson in front of her but still neverless, she was a snake all in all to begin with so hermione knew that she couldn't be trusted. yet right now she was very much surprised on how the other girl was taking it.
usually she would of either gotten a yelling at or they'd end up making fun of her and running to their whole posse to cover their embarrassment off by using her, but in the end, the unknown snake, had did neither instead creepily show her true remorse. but, hermione knew how cruelly clever the snakes could be so she wouldn't dare give into what this one in front of her wanted which was most likely to either make her get angry, or to suffer a false kindness that would ingeniously make her look like a pitful fool in the end.
"yes, well i---! ...excuse me?" she raised a brow quickly when she finally got a whole glimpse of the older girl's smooth face. you know, you could tell when a person's lying or not and when hermione was caught off guard with the most unexpected, her reply distressed her a bit more. no one's really had put so much effort in their sorrow, whenever hermione felt the need to lecture them about their wrong-doings especially someone from the likes of slytherin. whether she was a very professional actor, or she actually meant it, either way it caught hermione a spark of interest now observing the other's sulky guilty face.
"i--well," she stuttered finding herself shockingly a bit guilty herself. "i-it's fine. just...make sure to be more cautious. i really need to focus, you know. and i almost thought you did it on purpose..." she bit her lip. to be forgiving a snake was almost a sin itself, but plainly she didn't want to look too cold to the poor girl's face. hermione wasn't a bully, even if she did have a strong dislike to the slytherin house. however, she couldn't help that her loathing wanted to keep the best of her, so she simply held her books tightly her hands grabbing them, as if pretending that she didn't even see the hand gesture pulled close to her. "er, yes it's.. nice to meet you i'm...." she thought clearly if she would expose her name; surely being muggleborn she didn't feel like she had a reason not to. "hermione granger. i recently just-- t-transferred here, so you probably haven't seen me. i'm in gryffindor." hermione eased herself soothingly at the other's reply but couldn't help to resist to ask a blunt question, before she could stop herself. "and your in....slytherin. correct?"
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notes a post written at 3 am xD
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 13, 2011 23:49:03 GMT -5
"I understand that. I just get so bored in here sometimes when I'm trying to get away from the dungeons. Really this place allows me to just relax and breathe, get away from the dampness down there...and the idiots that live there as well." Emmelia replied to the Gryffindor's lecture. She was trying to clear the air and start things over, make a cleaner slate and impression for the girl before her. That's all she needed was to be known like every other Slytherin. She hated her house, hated everyone in there (mostly), and everything was getting old for her. It was almost unbearable to even sit in her bed without one of the stuck up girls to say some remark. Blood traitor was the most common name to be thrown at her, which she beamed with pride about as well. Screw being pureblooded if this was how they acted, that was Emmelia's philosophy.
Emmelia could tell that the girl was uncomfortable and confused. She was contemplating on whether or not she was sincere about her apology. Emmelia understood why too. Her house always gave her a bad name in general. That was another reason why she hated them all. She could never just be herself without being questioned about it. She was a Slytherin no Slytherin was nice, sincere, honest, or passionate what so ever. Even among themselves they were disgusting to watch, the drama that circled that house was immense.
"And I understand why you would think I did it on purpose." Emmelia knew what the girl was thinking from the get go, and she's accepted it from anyone who would first meet her. It was a shock to see a Slytherin be something polar opposite from the rest of them. Emmelia wasn't expecting the girl to reach out to her, so she dropped her hand back to her side. "It's really nice to meet you, Hermione." She smiled warmly at her new acquaintance. "Yes, unfortunately, I am stuck with all the pricks down in the dungeons. I attempt to avoid it as much as I possibly can." She told her with a chuckle. "I'm not like the rest of them."
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Post by ashy on Jun 14, 2011 16:57:41 GMT -5
hermione simply blinked at her once she listened to the seventh year slytherin, persist her creepily inviting discourse. would she really be an actually nice pureblood slytherin? would there be more of her, was this how some 1970 slytherins acted like? either way, if this wasn't true the gryffindor was still pleased that a girl from the snake house had manners, and with that she had to at least give respect, trying to give a weak smile (she was still a bit befuddled with this after all) and nodded in agreement. "the library does have a sense of a haven for people. i usual-- i mean. i liked to go these kind of places as well whenever i don't have an answer for something, or just to study." she replied, nervously. even though hermione's opinion of the girl had changed overall within a few minutes, she still wasn't amused.
to friend a slytherin, she'd feel as if betraying her own pride, and honestly she felt a bit unguided if she had a slytherin on her friendlist. so just in case, she needed to get a few answers first. "being muggle-born, me and my parents had always loved to read books together..." ...which was really something she didn't have to make up. sighing, the girl acted totally oblivious to what she said. hermione really wasn't a straight-forward girl when it came to what she wanted to know, and thinking of her parents did make her silent for quite some seconds....
but only had she shot right back up in a few moments, with a more genuine smile. "... honestly, i would never understand how you could survive in that terrible place. you've had more manners then any slytherin i've known, and i just met you." laughing silently a bit more pleased, she grinned wider. well, it was true. now that she was thinking about it not even all the bloody brain's of every slytherin in her sixth year could amount to whom she was meeting now. she began to wonder if the girl would have children in the future, then smiled even more. if she did, hermione wouldn't really mind paying them a visit....
"o-oh no! i... i didn't mean it like that." she swallowed. "it's just...normally....well i suppose, it's not common for me to have actual caring normal conversation like this as a human being from your house. i---i'm glad to meet you too, emmelia." the sixth year gave her a friendly look, before finally proposing a truthful smile. her mum always said to treat someone, the way you want to be treated, and to this she couldn't break the rule just because she thought of someone insensitive before meeting them. she didn't want to become prejudice like certain slytherins whom she knew were. looking a bit concerned she nodded again, before chuckling back. "surely, that's obvious. but i can't help to say, it must be terrible how they treat you down there. if you'd like... i wouldn't mind talking with you, if you need to get away from them now and then." forgetting about the books she had for a minute she looked at her now more better then her first impression.
maybe being here wasn't going to be so bad.
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 14, 2011 22:22:57 GMT -5
Emmelia tended to always be running away from her house. It was like a re-occuring nightmare that just wouldn't cease no matter how hard she tried to. It was ridiculous really how her whole life panned out. It was as if she was destined to be stuck dealing with ignorant Death Eaters her whole life. It pained her to think of the mark that was left on her arm. A reminder that she will always be tied to her family and the Dark Lord himself. She wondered if the girl in front of her would know how to get rid of it permanently...but she didn't want to scare the girl off either by letting her know about the mark too quickly. Only very few of her friends know of the mark and even still they are weary about it. "I've tried to find some answers in some books, but sometimes the answer isn't all there." She replied.
When Emmelia was little she would attempt countless times to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. She would wind up getting punished for it, and by punishment would normally mean her father beating her. He tried so hard for her to see the "pureblood way". No mudblood, blood traitor, or muggle interaction, the woman had to be spoken to before speaking, and the women always obeyed the men. Emmelia learned real quick at a young age what hideous people her family actually were. She would often be beaten or cursed for her actions and her mouth. She still has scars on her abdomen from the countless times her father hit her. She wished her family was different, that she even had someone to call her family, but instead she was left with nothing. "I wish I my family weren't who they were. I learned at a young age that family doesn't mean they have to be related to me...instead they are who trust, care, and love you no matter what you are or what you do." Emmelia responded to Hermione's statement about her family. "You're lucky, Hermione, to have parents that accept you." She smiled. "I envy that."
Emmelia laughed a little, "Living in a house full of pureblooded Death Eaters has made me strong. You learn when to pick your battles and when you do pick them you don't back down. I know how to defend myself rather well, unfortunately." She didn't know how the Gryffindor was going to react to her house being full of Death Eaters. Then again most people didn't take it too easily. "Which is why I also respect others also. I've been at the lowest of them all because I'm a blood traitor. I know how it feels to be tortured by Slytherins, and I would never put anyone else through that." She added.
Emmelia was glad that Hermione was actually relaxing a little. Offering to talk to her whenever she wanted and actually taking her for who she was and not just what her house stated. She smiled and said, "I would really like that." She was glad that she made another friend, someone who didn't judge her by the textbooks.
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