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Post by Diane McLain on Jul 23, 2007 11:15:05 GMT
Diane was bored.
Diane being bored is a surprisingly uncommon occurance, as the happy-go-lucky girl usually finds herself something to do when she's on the verge of boredom. But today, she found herself unable clear her mind and know what to do. So, shre decided to explore the school.
Curiously enough, she'd never really looked in this place before. She was the sort of girl who only kept to where she was meant to be, despite being labelled a Gryffindor. She looked at all the trophies with wide, admiring eyes, secretly wishing and imagining that it was her name carefully adorned onto the big metal cups.
She smiled at herself, thinking she completely alone in this room. She'd never heard of anyone else going in here, as there wasn't much to do but stare at the shiny glass - much too tame for her brave friends.
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Jul 24, 2007 3:30:51 GMT
Cheryl was exploring the school (what else is knew?) yet again, but she was under her invisibility cloak this time - something she hasn't done in ages. Why she felt like being invisible today, stumped her, she just felt like it. It wasn't even past curfew, maybe she just felt like scaring people she passed by, but she wasn't about to do that to any of her friends. It would be a different situation if she was passing a person she disliked though...
She somehow found herself in the Trophy Room that was located on the Fifth floor. It took her quite aback because it just seemed like seconds before she was on the first floor checking out the small rooms that stemmed from the Great Hall. Ah well, this is a bit of a change for she hadn't been in here since last term. She walked down the few stairs that there were to the room.
Unluckily for her though, she somehow tripped on the last step and fell at the feet of someone...but she didn't know who until she looked up and saw Diane. She got up quickly, cloak still covering herself and made her way to the other side of the room hoping that she didn't make noise in her fall. Diane was her friend, and fellow Gryffindor but since there wasn't anybody around that she didn't like to scare, she had to settle for a friend. "Oooooo!" she managed to let out before she had to cover her mouth if she didn't want to be heard laughing. Struggling, she composed herself and watched for a reaction.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jul 28, 2007 14:40:48 GMT
"Ow..." she said, shocked more then anything, clutching her foot as she felt something hit it. But looking around, she couldn't see anyone or anything there. Confused, she half-turned back to the trophies, when she saw moaning of a 'ghost'.
She looked around her, hearing that it was coming from a very close place. She smiled to herself. If Cheryl hadn't numbed her shock by falling as she entered the room, Diane would have almost had a heart-attack. Of course, she didn't want to let her know that. She was already too well known for being the 'cowardly lion'.
"Cheryl... That's very rude." she said, hoping in all hopes it was actually Cheryl. She'd seen her cloak before, and couldn't think of anyone else likly to have one in the school.
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Jul 29, 2007 2:00:49 GMT
Cheryl's mouth fell open, Diane knew it was her! How did she know? Was the invisibility cloak faulty all of a sudden? Hmpf! Well Cheryl didn't actually answer Diane back, so she could still pretend to be a ghost. Taking her wand and pointing it at her own throat, she muttered an incantation and her voice was magically modified. Cheryl just hoped that she did it properly and it would sound eerie instead of comical. She drew in a deep breath and said, "Who dare enters the room in which my noble name lies upon a trophy?" To her delight, it sounded exactly like she intended. The spell had worked! It sounded exactly how a ghost should sound: shaky, intimidating and just plain scary.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jul 29, 2007 11:19:48 GMT
She froze on the spot, the colour draining from her cheeks as she heard the spooky voice. She stepped backwards, forcing herself to look at this reasonably (though it would have helped if she could actually see it); For one things, ghosts didn't hurt humans... much. That 'much' really didn't help her. Another, it could have been something other then a ghost, though that didn't make her feel much braver from the sound of anger in the voice.
"C-Cheryl...?" she asked, unable to stop her voice from shaking. She doubted that it was her even as she said it, her eyes still darting around the air.
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Jul 29, 2007 23:54:45 GMT
'Oh, she looks really scared...' Cheryl thought in her head. 'I'll just scare her a bit more and then I'll stop. I don't want her to end up in the Hospital Wing being treated for shock!'
"Who is this Cheryl you speak of?" she said, and then she was totally mortified when her voice spoke instead of the eerie one that had spoken before. She cursed to herself quietly as she moved from the corner in which she was before. If Diane now knew it was her, she didn't exactly want to be caught, she would rather want to pull off the invisibility cloak from across the room so she had time to run incase Diane was got really mad at her for scaring her. Or maybe if she was lucky, Diane didn't recognize Cheryl's voice at all. It was a very short sentence and the tone she was using could of changed her voice slightly...hopefully.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jul 31, 2007 13:17:36 GMT
The voice slightly changed, making Diane more curious then afraid. She stood up straighter, looking around the empty trophey room yet again. She began to smile to herself, realising what a fool she'd been, she turned away from the majority of the room back to the trophey's, where she saw one with Cheryl's name on it, from Term 1.
"This girl," she said, pointing to the trophey, "She's really annoying, and to be perfectly honest, just plain rotten." she was trying to keep her eyes on the trophey to hide her face from the person (whereever they were) while trying to keep her voice stable. It was shaking from containing laughter and still a little worry that she was wrong.
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Jul 31, 2007 18:27:14 GMT
Well, there always was the possibility that Diane was kidding when she said this but if she wasn't mistaken, she had just called her annoying and rotten. What if she was actually not kidding when she said those things?...Oh, she would never heard the end of it. Hastily taking out her wand again, and making her voice change again to the eerie one, she asked, "She can't possibly be as rotten as you! This is my room, and I like it left undisturbed!" She then stowed her wand away, from what she thought, she wouldn't need it again, any moment she would pull off the invisibility cloak, it was getting really stuffy under there and she needed some air, badly.
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Post by Diane McLain on Aug 1, 2007 11:56:54 GMT
She was about to burst out laughing when she heard that, even if it was in the eerie voice, it sounded like it had come from a first-yearer, if not younger. Still, she stopped herself from laughing, even if she couldn't help smiling widly. "If I'm not mistaken..." she said, stepping forwards, "This room is school property, which technically belongs to none of us. Maybe the headmaster, but since he's not here, I guess it means it's the student body's. I.E. Mine." she said with a satified, smug grin.
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Aug 1, 2007 16:48:15 GMT
"Yeah, so I guess it belongs to me as well!" Cheryl said in her normal voice as she pulled off the invisibility cloak and grinned at Diane, hoping she wouldn't go ballistic on her. "You were so scared for a second! Oh it was priceless! So, am I really annoying and rotten as you said I was? I thought we were good friends!" she grimaced forcefully, for she couldn't have kept that grin on her face. "One question though, out of all the students here in the school, how did u guess it was me? It maybe could have really been a ghost for all you know!"
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Post by Diane McLain on Aug 2, 2007 17:26:04 GMT
She pointed at Cheryl when she finally appeared, getting a huge shock from that, playful anger flowing in her expressions as she narrowed her eyes, unable to speak for a few seconds. "I swear, if you do that again Cohen, you're dead..." she said, pacing around a few feet as she tried to contain her overll embarressment. "Yes, I know I was scared!" she snapped, hoping she wouldn't mention it again. But she smiled, "I guess I looked like a right idiot, huh?" she said with a small laugh, though her heart was still beating fast. "Ony you could have smelled that way." she jokingly explained, narrowing her eyes at her friend again. "Nah, it was 'cause you've done it before, ya dafty." she said, her northern accent coming through in her embarressed shock, "I knew you had a invisable cloak, and you've done the whole routine on me before. Mind you, I was terrified I was wrong!"
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Aug 2, 2007 19:11:30 GMT
Cheryl shrugged upon hearing Diane calling her by her last name, Cohen. She didn't particularily like it when her friends called her that because it was something that her enemies tended to do, rather then friends. She started laughing though as Diane ranted on about how she was scared and all. "Oh I smell do I? Are you sure it wasn't your own smell you were smelling?" she grinned, holding in laughter. "Oh and about the looking like an idiot, don't worry, you always look like one!" she said as she pulled the cloak over her once again so Diane couldn't find her and maybe hex her, though she doubted it. She never got into huge fights with Gryffindors apart from Loretta from time to time and one or two with Bellatrix.
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Post by Diane McLain on Aug 3, 2007 16:08:46 GMT
She was just going to playfully strangle her a little for the comment, as she was still in a mild fit of light-hearted anger. She was grinning, but looked up, "I'm going to kill you, Cohen." she said to the ceiling. She usually only called people by there last name if she was annoyed with them, though she knew the feeling would pass in a couple of seconds.
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Post by Cheryl Cohen on Aug 4, 2007 4:47:07 GMT
"That is, if you can find me!" she snickered. "Both of us know you can't even if you do follow my voice." Cheryl loved having her invisibility cloak, it allowed her to have lots of fun, and avoid trouble as well. Nobody knew where Cheryl had gotten the rare cloak, and she never told anyone either, she didn't really seem the need to. It was a most peculiar way to come across it, but she never questioned it again.
One early winter day on Christmas eve and Cheryl accompanied her father to Hogsmeade to help find a gift for her mother (her dad was terrible at buying gifts). They stopped briefly at The Three Broomsticks, hung up their coats, found a table and ordered Butterbeer's. She remembered asking her dad what he had gotten for her brother and sister but he kept quiet, knowing she would tell them. After the Butterbeer, they took their coats and Cheryl noticed something in her sleeve. Not knowing what it was, she quickly slipped it into one of her bags and decided to examine it at home, where she discovered it was an Invisibility Cloak. She was a little curious at first as to why someone dropped something so valuable and useful into her sleeve of all the coats that were there, but through the years, the curiosity died away.
Finding herself running around the Trophy room with a cloak over her head, she did nothing but slipped yet again, like she had done when she came in. "Am I turning into a klutz, or is it just this room?" she said, pulling off her cloak and lifting herself up from the fall.
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Post by Diane McLain on Aug 4, 2007 20:10:21 GMT
She tried to help her up from the fall, holding out a hand to her, but finding that she was already up. She put her hand down, smiling. The anger had already subsided mostly, and now she was just content in seeing Cheryl for the first time in a long while. "Turning?!" she asked jokingly, implying Cheryl had been a 'klutz' since birth.
"Haven't seen you in ages, Mon Cheri." she said, not quite knowing what 'mon Cheri' meant, but it sounded good enough. "How's life been?"
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