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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 8:31:10 GMT -5
It was around 2:00 in the afternoon at Hogwarts, pupils had just gotten out of class and had hours of free time to fulfill. Greg Weasley decided that he would fulfill his need of free time by heading off to the climbing tree and hanging from it, upside down.
((I know it's short.. but it's okay.))
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Post by Macaria Riddle on Apr 30, 2006 17:15:47 GMT -5
Not too far away from where the Weasley boy hung from the tree, another child with blonde hair could be seen on the edge of the lake. The first year's blonde hair shined in the sunlight as it bounced gently up and down against her shoulders. To anyone who spared a glance, it would had seemed that the child was a sister to Daphne Malfoy. Of course, that couldn't be true, considering how all the Malfoy children were much older, not to mention all the Malfoy children weren't as short or helpless looking as this young student seemed to be.
Macaria Riddle's bright blue eyes shined with excitement as she continued to read the book which she held in her hands. The child was so wrapped up in the fantasy world the book created for her that she did not notice Greg, who was now only three feet away from where Macaria walked. If Macaria had noticed this, well, the first year would have been smart enough to just turn back around and run into the castle.
A soft laugh escaped from her lips as she continued to read while she walked. The muggle authors' concept of magic was just too funny at times.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:18:50 GMT -5
Hearing the sweet little laugh Greg turned his attention to the small girl. Thinking she was a Malfoy he turned his attention away from her and began to swing like a monkey in the tree, whistling as he did so.
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Post by Macaria Riddle on Apr 30, 2006 17:25:36 GMT -5
Shaking her head at the words floating about in her head as she read the book, she heard a faint noise. Though, what the noise was, exactly, was beyond her. She was in a good mood, so it seemed and so it surprised her, and she didn't really mind the fact that someone else was so near her to the point where their voice would be distracting her. She simply brought her eyes up from the book and looked around. It was then that she saw what she thought was Ronald Weasley swinging from the dying oak near the lake so near her.
Jumping up, she dropped her book as it made a soft 'thump' on the ground. Her hand rested on her wand that lay hidden in her robes, but she slowly let go of the elder wood and took a deep breath. She'd been so caught up in reading the newest "Hogwarts: A History" last night that she thought this boy, most likely a Weasley, was the Ron Weasley from Harry Potter's time. Laughing, softly, at her own misconception, Macaria decided that a little bit of social interaction would be good for her nerves. Approaching the boy, she watched him swinging and whilstling. "Hello, I'm Macaria. Who are you?" Her voice was more uppity, a bit sing-song. That was different.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:33:55 GMT -5
"What it to you Malfoy?" he asked bluntly. He kept swinging from the tree. Greg never got along with his Malfoys, after all that happened with the Malfoy boys. He'd been teased and called by his uncle Ron's name. All the Slytherins said he'd turn out to be like Ron Weasley, yet he was of Fred Weasley's blood. Greg was a comically character that hated his family as much at the Slytherins did.
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Post by Macaria Riddle on Apr 30, 2006 17:39:56 GMT -5
"What it to you Malfoy?"
Arching a brow to what he'd said to her, Macaria gave him a confused stare. Malfoy? She didn't look that much like a Malfoy, did she? The only female Malfoy was Daphne, and she was much older than Macaria was. Taking a blonde curl in hand and staring at it, Mac wondered just how much like a Malfoy she really looked like. In her mind, she looked just like her grandmother did, and kind of like her mom. Then again, she looked almost nothing like her dad. She'd seen pictures of a young Tom Riddle with his raven black hair and brown eyes. There was no visable resemblance between she and her father, Macaria noticed, but then again that was a good thing these days. If she looked just like her father, she would be found out instantly.
"Malfoy? What are you talking about? I'm not a Malfoy." Macaria gave him a look that clearly stated she was offended. Hello, Malfoys were her servents not her blood.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:43:37 GMT -5
"'cuse me. Don't get your knickers up in a bunch." he replied. "I'm Greg Weasley, and you are?" He looked her over again, trying to see if maybe he could guess who she was now, but his mind drew a blank. She looked nothing like any other families he'd seen. How could she not be a Malfoy? he thought.
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Post by Macaria Riddle on Apr 30, 2006 17:54:11 GMT -5
Macaria watched as he looked her over, trying to decide what family name she had. And that's when she realized the stupid thing she'd just done. She'd introduced herself, and now they would ask what her last name was. Though her face was calm, her mind was working overtime to find out what she would say when he asked her what her name was, as she knew he would. Thinking it over in her mind, she heard him say his name, and ask the infamous question.
"'cuse me. Don't get your knickers up in a bunch." he replied. "I'm Greg Weasley, and you are?"
A Weasley? A Weasley?! She'd introduced herself to his kind?! Oh Merlin help her! Then it hit her. "Macaria Philips," she said, using her mother's name. That was good, Mac! Now you didn't have to deny anything, and no one would accuse you of anything later. Smart girl you are, Mac.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 18:01:06 GMT -5
"Philips? New around here aren't you?" he asked. Though he was a Weasley, he loathed have that name. He agreed with himself that when he turned 17 he'd change his name to something more un-Weasley-ish.
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 1, 2006 16:20:38 GMT -5
"Philips? New around here aren't you?"
Macaria nodded, eyes falling to the soft green grass under her feet. Well, duh, she was new - she was only a first year! But, then again, he didn't know that, did he? Nope, and he didn't know her real name, so that was good, too. Who would suspect little Macaria Philips when the warnings began to come? Well, no one would, really. Who would suspect a little first year girl, so lost looking with her wide blue eyes and blonde curls, to have sent the warnings to the Mudbloods and Headmistress? No one. No one with half a brain would suspect this little girl, this girl standing only four feet and eight inches, to be the one to start doing anything out of the ordinary for a first year to do, right? Nope. And that's what made Macaria shake with anxiety and nerves when she thought over the plans given to her.
"Yes, I'm a first year. Did you see the Sorting Ceremony this year?" She asked, curiously, wondering if he'd seen this little girl get sorted. If he had, he wondered if she would be found out. Of course, they'd called out "Philips, Macaria" when she was called to the Sorting Hat, so her last name didn't catch anyone's attention.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 2, 2006 6:19:42 GMT -5
"Actually, I didn't go to the sorting ceremony. I skipped it on. This school is nothing but a shit hole, why attend anything?"
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 3, 2006 16:37:43 GMT -5
"Actually, I didn't go to the sorting ceremony. I skipped it on. This school is nothing but a shit hole, why attend anything?"
Macaria's eyebrows jumped as her eyes widened a bit, taken aback by his language. A shit hole? Wow, she hadn't expected him to say that. Yes, her father was the Dark Lord, Voldemort, Voldy-Woldy, whatever, but she wasn't used to such talk as that. Her mother cursed, but the most she ever said was either 'bollocks' or 'tosser' so this raw profanity caught her by surprise. Blushing a bit at his language, as she was only eleven and profanities were still 'forbidden territory' if you will, she felt her eyes fall to the ground and her body turn slightly from his. "Oh, nothing special. Just curious," she spoke, quietly, her pink cheeks starting to return to their normal colour.
But ... wait ... why did this Weasley feel this way about this school? This could be a chance to get the dirt on the next target, or perhaps a new target to attack. "Why is this place a ... shit hole?" She asked, the pink quickly returning to her cheeks as she looked away when the curse escaped her lips.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 3, 2006 16:40:42 GMT -5
"Have you seen who runs the school now? We have a hag of a headmistress now. She's a Hufflepuff for gods sake. I know I'm in Hufflepuff, but I was placed there because of my mother. You just don't know the half of it."
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