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Post by Jessica Everard on Feb 19, 2007 15:56:09 GMT 10
There was a large pile of books and parchment and a couple of quills on one of the tables in the Ruberagon commonroom. Jessica Everard had been attempting homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts, which was the only subject she really gave much effort to, and only because the teacher demanded it.
Still, she had given up trying about half an hour ago and was now curled up in a chair reading a magazine. It was late for a school night, probably about 12, but she wasn't remotely tired. She was bored, if anything.
Jessica flipped another page, but she wasn't really reading the magazine anymore. There were sonds of approaching footsteps behind her and she listened carefully. She had thought most other Ruberagons would be in bed by now, but there was maybe someone else that couldn't sleep.
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Post by Tonkin on Feb 19, 2007 19:45:57 GMT 10
Tonkin waddled into the common room with puffy eyes and a tiring expression. He was allowed such composure while he worked at night, it was rare he was actually seen and so it didn’t matter to let himself go just a little bit. As he entered the common room he moved around the walls so as not to draw the attention of any other elf that might also have been sent in here for something their master might have left, which was why Tonkin was here.
He waddles across to one of the many tables in the far corners of the interestingly shaped parlour of Ruberagon Fortress and stopped when he saw that there was still a student up. He magically composed his face at once and gave the girl a bow without saying anything; it was not a house elfs place to speak first. He waited quietly to be dismissed or ignored.
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Post by Jessica Everard on Feb 19, 2007 20:22:37 GMT 10
Jessicca turned around in her chair and settled her eyes upon the House Elf. She wasn't sure whose House Elf it was, they all looked the same to hers. In fact, sometimes she had a hard time distinguishing her own elf from the others, even though the thing had followed her around for the last 6 years.
Clicking her tongue, she wondered briefly whether to tell it off. She was annoyed that it had disturbed her peace. Rolling her eyes and deciding it wasn't worth her time, Jessica turned away and back to her magazine. She didn't feel it was right to talk to the servants unless giving them a direct order, and she wouldn't be bothered thinking of something for it to do.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 19, 2007 21:54:33 GMT 10
Barnak Pengryffin peeled himself from the shadows of the corridor and stepped reluctantly into the common room. He tied his smoking jacket tighter and wandered over to the fire, which was dull as embers but still enough to warm the toes by, and glanced back to where an elf was staring rather rudely at an older girl who had her head stuck in a magazine. He didn't usually acknowledge the presence of servants, but it just seemed like one of those times, and he peered at the elf grimly. Eventually he recognised it as one that had bothered him in the past, and he flicked his chin in the direction of the girl by way of starting a conversation.
"Is it bothering you?"
He cast his eye over the table nearby, grinning when he saw the unfinished work, and turned back to stab the fire with a poker, watching it roar pleasantly, if briefly, where he jabbed at it.
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Post by Jessica Everard on Feb 20, 2007 12:12:20 GMT 10
"His very presence bothers me," Jessica said in an offhand way, not even looking up from her magazine. In her opinion, servants could be seen and not heard, but house elves were not servants. They weren't paid. They were slaves. And slaves were unpleasant to the eye.
"Whose House Elf is it anyway?" she asked, still scanning the pages of her magazine. She didn't really expect an answer, it was more of a rhetorical question, and she wasn't talking to the first year. She did not usually acknowledge the presence of anyone younger than her, but she was in quite a good night tonight.
"Maybe it's master could teach it a thing or two about it's responsibilities."
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Post by Tonkin on Feb 20, 2007 21:02:01 GMT 10
Tonkin was not looking directly at either of the students that were in the gathering room, though understanding now that there was a little gathering going on, he decided it would be best to fetch his masters belongings and get out of there before his presence caused anymore discomfort. He turned silently back to the things he was collecting. With a click of his fingers they had been bundled up and the package was in his arms. With another click and a slight crack, the house elf was gone.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 21, 2007 21:20:48 GMT 10
Barnak yawned and put the poker back in its place beside the fire, turning his back to it and letting his eyes slide shut.
"I daresay he could," he replied in a languid but amused voice. "I believe it belongs to Sinister. Or works for him, at any rate."
He opened his eyes again and noticed that the creature had removed itself. He shrugged and wondered where his own had got to. It was meant to be bringing him a snack.
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Post by Jessica Everard on Feb 22, 2007 14:43:06 GMT 10
"Lucius? That's weird." Jessica frowned every so slightly. She was surprised that the House Elf belonging to Lucius Sinister had been caught in the commonroom. But perhaps Lucius just ignored it and it didn't know the rules. In any case, it wasn't her problem.
Jessica flipped her magazine shut and dropped it on top of her school books. She was tired now and ready for bed. She turned around to see Barnak standing by the fire. She had never seen him before, but that didn't neccesarily mean he was a first year. There were a lot of Ruberagon's she'd never bothered to learn the names of.
"Shouldn't you be in bed, little person?"
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 26, 2007 21:30:00 GMT 10
Barnak raised an eyebrow and glanced down at himself, clearly amused.
He had never really considered himself short - reaching for things was just a way of life - but on the few occasions when he did compare himself to others he noticed an inch or so lacking.
He looked back up at the girl, a small smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
"No more than yourself, there. You look like you could do with some beauty sleep."
The grin spread right across his face, but it wasn't the cruel leer a Saphricorn might have come to expect from him, just the smile of a younger boy, bored from sleeplessness, holding his own against the first fellow Ruberagon he'd had contact with outside of his classes.
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Post by Jessica Everard on Feb 27, 2007 17:59:04 GMT 10
Jessica raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and narrowed her eyes. It was a look that she'd perfected over time, though there wasn't as much nastiness behind it as usual. Most people she turned this look on were soon seen running in the other direction.
However, she had been addressed by a Ruberagon. Albeit he was a young and small one, but his facetious attitude amused her momentarily. Though there was no smile on her lips, the fact that Jessica hadn't turned Barnak into a toad was a testiment to her good mood.
"Careful who you talk to like that, little person." she offered the small piece of advice, not bothering to address him by name. With that, she picked up her books and left the commonroom, making her way to where she slept.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 28, 2007 20:29:09 GMT 10
Barnak listened as her footsteps drifted along the corridor away from him, echoing dully against the stone, emphasising the silence that seemed to otherwise surround him.
His grin broadened slightly as he whispered in the direction of the darkness...
"...whom."
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