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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 21, 2010 0:26:57 GMT -5
Maxime Kristopher Kameren was on an expedition.
While his father was distracted by potions classes being in session, the young wizard took his chance to explore the castle uninterrupted. He was in a strange position, after all; as the son of a teacher but not yet a student at the school, Hogwarts served only as his home, not yet his institution. Which meant, to him, that Hogwarts was the nine-year-old's ultimate magical playground.
The halls of the sixth floor of Hogwarts were empty as Max traveled them. He found this disheartening; he enjoyed running into people, learning about them and their thoughts on Hogwarts. The young wizard wanted to know all he could about the place. But, to his disdain, he had yet to find anything truly interesting on this floor. Max was determined, however. It was Hogwarts: there had to be something new for the muggle-living boy to see.
K-THOOM.
Max spun around on his heel as a loud booming noise shook the stillness of the empty halls. "What was that?!" He asked excitedly to no one in particular, his impossibly green eyes lighting up with excitement as he hurried towards the origin of the sound. Finally, something to investigate.
ooc: random RP with Max. I'm going to do my very best to keep Curse out of this one. Anyone's welcome, students especially!
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Post by Ralin O'Faerlun on Oct 24, 2010 21:50:50 GMT -5
[[Hope ye don't mind me joining in!]]
Meanwhile, one floor above, Ralin had become reacquainted with the floor.
"Stupid frinkin' door," he grumbled to himself, lying sprawled across the stone floor, tangled up in what looked like a pink flamingo, several meters of bright orange rope, two armchairs, several live white mice, and a giant bean bag. Struggling to extricate himself, the Irish young man only succeeded in scaring the mice off, and one of the armchairs tipped over onto his chest, successfully pinning him to the floor.
One of the mice, perched on his head, paused to sniff at his hair, and the red-head stuck his tongue out at it. "Sure ye don't wanna bring about several hundred o' yer mates and get me outta this?" The mice squeaked and abandoned ship.
"Fine, I'll get meself out jus' fine," Ralin retorted. It looked like a thrift store had belched its contents all over the hall in a sneak attack against the poor sap who passed by at an inconvenient time.
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