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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 2, 2007 23:22:20 GMT 10
Barnak was drenched through and beginning to wheeze, but this had no effect whatsoever on his high spirits as he scurried through the broken treeline some distance from the back of the manor.
A small rucksack was hanging from his left shoulder, a tag proclaiming "Alicia Dartmouth, Saphricorn" stitched neatly into the hemline. He hadn't asked how the elf had acquired it; he felt these things were simply better if left unasked and was glad that the creature could follow orders without bothering him about certain fine details. Inside the rucksack, three large, mango-sized pods of deep burgundy bumped along with him through the rain. It had taken him almost all night to find them, and now as he darted around puddles and mudslicks on his way back to the Ruberagon Commons his mind was occupied with thoughts of how he was going to prepare and apply them...
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Post by Romulus Silvia on May 5, 2007 9:42:06 GMT 10
“Hey you, first year,” Romulus had just been returning himself when he had seen the little beggar racing through the castle as if he were carrying a sack leprechauns gold that needed to be repaid before it disappeared. Romulus had followed his silently in case there was more to this little venture then meets the eye, but when he realised he was in fact heading towards the Ruberagon common room, subterfuge scarcely seemed important anymore.
“What have you got there?” he said to him as he came up behind him, his keen eyes catching a nametag which proclaimed a lot more then the boy would probably care to tell him freely. He said nothing about the bag not being his though. He didn’t really know the boy’s name but he highly doubted he would not know about it if there were a boy in Ruberagon named ‘Alicia’
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on May 7, 2007 23:14:08 GMT 10
Barnak halted mid-step, as suddenly as though he'd been shot, and bared his teeth in a snarl that made him look rather more like an angry dog than he would have been proud to know. He turned to face the other boy. His expression eased slightly upon recognising a fellow Ruberagon, but that made him no less annoyed at the unwanted interruption.
He sized the boy up, stalling his answer until finally deciding that had he wanted to the boy might have already taken the sack from him. Eventually Barnak nodded his head in the boy's direction to acknowledge him with a tad more decorum, despite his hair flicking water down his face as he did so.
"Presents." He paused, wondering how much truth was too much. He took a breath and added: "A little something for our Ameraid friends." Barnak's eyes narrowed, judging the boy's reaction and at the same time taking in with curiosity his similarly damp appearance.
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Post by Romulus Silvia on May 17, 2007 8:55:32 GMT 10
"How kind of you to consider them," Romulus said as he moved around the boy keeping the polite distance they had so far maintained. The snarling expression that had met him when he had first approached the boy was not something Romulus would readily forget; this meant one of two things; the boy was very protective of his package; or; the school had yet again allowed someone of... peculiar heritage to enter the school and that Romulus was now addressing the first werewolf student he had ever met.
"I think in a time such as this, while they are all in mourning a gift; from a fellow student, would be welcomed, though I dont imagine the thought had not already crossed your mind," Romulus said diplomatically; he could not hide that he would much like to be made privy to the contents of the stolen bag; all the same though, the possibility of being bitten by a heathenous cross-breed played on his mind and he did not wish to tempt fate; even if it was not a full moon.
"I wonder perhaps if I should maintain a presence some distance from the Ameraid Fountain tonight? Or is it that your gift is not yet ready to be shared?" Romuluse thought this was a little bold of him. But then what was Romulus Silvia; if not bold.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Jun 28, 2007 16:03:30 GMT 10
Barnak looked at the older boy with a healthy mixture of suspicion and curiosity. While he was tempted to share his plans purely through the desire to be praised for them, he didn't know this boy. The only real contact he had had with Romulus had been during his quidditch tryout, and that had not been an overwhelmingly positive impression. Nonetheless he had to make allies sometime, and in order to do that he would have to make the occasional sacrifice. He glanced down at the bag. Contrary to the population control measures described as necessary by their herbology teacher, he had bounty enough to fill the bag and then some.
He looked back up into the eyes of the other Ruberagon and made his decision. He reached into his pocket and produced a solitary mango-sized lump, expertly tossing it to the other boy.
He took a few steps in the direction of the castle, picking his way over muddied tree roots, and as he passed Romulus he muttered just audibly; "not tonight. They will decide when they're ready." Barnak nodded in the direction of the pod in the other boy's hands, indicating that he too would know when that was, and then broke into a run back up to the castle toward his bed.
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Post by Romulus Silvia on Jun 28, 2007 21:52:53 GMT 10
Romulus took the pod in his hand and looked at it in the dwindling light of a flickering torch not too close to him in the grounds. He considered it with interest not knowing what it was at once, though the choice of the words regarding the pod deciding on its own when it was ready unnerved him just a bit. Obviously he could not be seen with it, and so he stashed in an inside pocket of his robes as quickly as he could before looking up to see the boy trotting off towards the castle.
He knew that there appeared to be some sort of understanding between the two and that he was not going to be harmed by what the boy gave him. He wasn’t sure whether he should investigate the pod further, but decided it was better to be safe then to be sorry.
With this in mind he two shrank to the darkness as he moved towards the castle seeking out his own warm and dry bed.
:: Thread Closed ::
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