'In the Meantime...Something for Fun' Cont..

[Thomas]

I don't we really decided on anything to be honest, it's been the last thing on my
Mind ATM I've been kinda busy

[Chris]

(I'll roll with what everyone wants to do. I love my characters on here, so we can continue if you all want)

[Nicci]

(I'm the same Chris, I'd love to continue if others wished too. Might just take me a bit to get back into the swing of things with many characters)

[Thomas]

(Should we all pick a date and time to meet up on here and get the ball rolling again!!! We could do it like on the original rp - no using the chat, just posting chat as ((OOC))? That way we might be encouraged to post more.

[Nicci]

(Yeah that's a great idea Tom, I think we spent more time thinking outside the thread then actually in it. Any time for me is great, I've finished all my Christmas shopping now (and nearly wrapping) so whenever is best for you guys that are super busy I can swing by and join in the fun again. I miss the Founders group so much and life has been kinda dull without you all.

What are we going to carry on with? If ITM maybe we should just hit something fresh off the bat if Chris's Peter Plot was next in line then maybe they should be going to do it or have been and come back to kick start the activity?
If something completely different we'll have to have a pre brainstorm as to whatevery one wants to do?)

[Thomas]

(The Peter plot it is
I think we need a new fresh bit of plot.. fill in any little holes later!)

[Nicci]

(Ok, I will get onto reading back over stuff and will get a post up asap)

[Thomas]

((Anyone else up for a bit of rping?? Maybe we could do a sideline plot for the mo?))

[Nicci]

(I will try and work on a post today, sorry it took me a while to think up some ideas and get back into character)

[Nicci]

Left alone in the common room with only his thoughts for company, Tristan pulled out his Transfiguration book and stared blankly at the leather bound cover. His mind swarmed with cold, vivid memories of a day he’d rather have forgotten so many years ago. The once happy, childish, alive thoughts of his cherish childhood friend tainted, by the same terrible curse that also plagued his body.

*Flashback*
“GANNY!” a high pitched, feminine, melodious voice called from somewhere close by. “Where are you? It’s not funny anymore”

From his disfigured foetal position lying on the dusty ground, Tristan could only make out the bottom of the tall ears of corn and hear the girl’s voice being slightly distorted over the top. His mind felt empty, lost, in a sea of confusion about how he had gotten himself into such a state. One minute he was running, laughing the next.... who knew?
Hearing the voice call out his name again, he tried to answer but nothing came out. His voice had left him just like everything else, even his tongue felt alien in his mouth now.

Forcing a hand up to his face, young Tristan stared in disbelief back at what he saw. His hand still retained its humanoid shape but was now covered in thick, shaggy clumps of black fur and felt far heavier. Partially stunned, he gradually began to understand the situation. This wasn’t a coincidence, it was progress.
Understanding the emotion of pride swelling within himself, Tristan grinned at the back of his hand but didn’t realise that a figure slowly approached his fallen location from behind. The ear piercing scream was the last thing he remembered, followed by the translucent, horrified expression that his beloved friend wore on her face before she bolted back into the field of ripening corn.
*END*

Sighing sadly to himself that was the last time he ever saw Elspeth. He had tried to call at her house and explain what had happened in the many days that followed but she wouldn’t have any of it. She was too convinced that what she saw was a monster, one that wouldn’t afflict her with nightmares any longer.

Thinking briefly back to the present, Tristan looked up and stared at the spot now opposite where his sister had once been sitting. Whilst he himself could only highlight the similarities between what had happened with Erin and his past, she maybe had the better attitude and was outlooking from a different perspective.
Beth had make a terrible childish mistake, a mistake that Tristan could never repair or ever let go of with Erin however it wasn’t the same. A brief cold shoulder moment didn’t have to be branded forever and if he didn’t give up on her things could be changed and mended.

Serena’s last words before she had left to find Peter lingered in room like the faint scent of a fragrance. Maybe he just didn’t know where he stood with Erin, maybe she was haunted by as many dark secrets as he was.

(I'm back!! )

[Jazzie C]

Things were looking up. Lia walked happily down the stone corridor leading to the Ravenclaw common room and quickly entered, huddling close to the fire. She felt a bit of a chill in the air and wasn't a fan of cold weather. It was getting colder recently. She wrapped her cloak tightly around her and let the warmth from the fire seep through to her very bones. Sighing deeply, she spread her legs out and thought about the last few weeks. She belonged here now, more so than she had at any other place.

Sudden realisation hit her and she slapped her forehead and swore loudly. Grabbing her wand from the floor next to her, she got up and jogged from the common room back out into the corridor. Several students watched her leave, looking slightly alarmed. She made her way through and took a sharp left, and turning left again, entered a large room, full of printing presses and paper and ink. She grinned and waved her wand. The printers jerked into action and quickly, copies of the Hogwarts paper began to spit out. She sat down checking through them quickly and binding them into bundles of twenty. It would be fun to get this going.

She couldnt wait until her new found friends joined in more actively with the writing, she was sure Kalina would love writing the quidditch section.

[Chris]

(I'll try to get a post up soon. I have to see where my characters are. xD )

[Nicci]

(I think they can be anywhere you want them to be, as you haven't posted about them after the skip to the middle of the afternoon. Nice to see you back here though )

[Chris]

(Nice! Should be easier to get a post up then. *nods*)

[Nicci]

( Looking forward to it, It's your plot space so I can follow your lead)