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Post by The Murphy on Feb 24, 2016 15:27:12 GMT -5
The headmaster paced side to side before the three small students. Each one of them were carefully lined up side by side just at arms length, their heads tucked down, eyes focused on the floor, or perhaps the hem of his robes as he whisked past them. He wanted them to feel the fear, the fear that they had all disappointed him. The fear that would teach them no more would he allow for such ridiculous displays of weakness. Such displays made him sick to his stomach. He made sure to learn their names upon arrival, with the assumption that calling out their names might perhaps instill a bit more fear in them, as if to suggest 'I've been watching you'
"All of you... you--- Filters.. Ribreck... Mcd--"
"--- it's Roberts Sir..." the boy in the middle cut him off.
"It's wot?"
"Roberts. My names Roberts"
He stopped in his tracks, then very slowly craned his head to get a better look at the insubordinate brat. Roberts. He snorted. Even his name suggested what a scheming slimy malicious little twat that one was. He walked up to the boy in the middle, he didn't dare look up. The headmaster hovered over him for a minute, biding his time for a moment, he stared a thousand curses at that head and looked up to the girl on the left
"Mcdonald!" he shouted at the short and stout girl, the shout alone caused her to flip her head up and look him in the eyes. "Remind me...what is this young gentle mans name again?" he asked, daring her to say Roberts. If she knew better she would agree with him that his name was Ribreck but you never knew with the young ones. So dumb, so clueless. With a clear preference for pain.
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Feb 24, 2016 15:47:08 GMT -5
There was nothing scarier than having your headmaster starring down at you with his menacing gaze. Nothing. At. All. Saved for when he decided to ask you a question where you knew there was no right answer. If you agree with him, there was a good chance he would ridicule you and if you disagree, well, there are those unimaginable consequences. Annabelle swallowed, blinking rapidly at the older man, trying to decide which answer coming from her mouth would be least likely to ensure her suffering.
She wanted to lie, she wished she could lie. Unfortunately for her, she was not raised a liar. So, she looked sideways to her friend (and she used the term loosely), cursing him into oblivion. She even wondered briefly to bolt out the room, but she didn’t want to chance it.
“Ro... Roberts, sir,” she stuttered her reply, cowering, making herself even smaller.
Oh, that’s it. She should bid her farewell now. There was nothing that could save her. She had done it.
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Post by The Murphy on Feb 25, 2016 14:33:38 GMT -5
"15 points from Ravenclaw" He stated plainly at the Hufflepuff girl, eyes boring down on her. If he had laser vision it would burn through her skull and scramble her brains and he could have a nice breakfast shortly after, maybe add a bit of butter, salt and pepper. He liked things simple, and at least in that way she might provide some sort of use in her life. But alas.. he didn't have laservision... yet. He still believed wizardkind might somehow possess that ability.. you never knew.
Anyway. That wasn't the point. What was the point again? He felt his stomach for a moment and now posessed a strong to eat scrambled brains eggs.
Right-- the students.
Would point deduction even matter to her? Ravenclaw was that other boys house after all, Ribbles or Robles.. whatever his name was. Still, it was worth a try.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that. What is his name?" He questioned once more, musing to himself how many more points it would take for her to get the message.
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Feb 26, 2016 12:55:23 GMT -5
Annabelle shuddered when the Headmaster took the points from Ravenclaw. Though it was not her house, she still feel bad considering how she might have contributed to the deduction. She tried to sneak a look at the Roberts boy, but he courage falter yet again at the thought of many points could be taken from Hufflepuff if she appeared to be on friendly terms. She never wanted to be the reason for any point deductions. She had kept her head down all these years. She attended all her classes, did all her homework and tried to remain quite invisible.
If only she could lie without being wrecked with guilt that would cause her skin to break. "Ro... Ro... Roberts, sir," she stammered her reply. She knew it that she had sealed her fate, but... Oh well, she would just work harder to earn the house points back again. Maybe she could get extra credit from one of the professors or even clean the Great Hall.
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Post by The Murphy on Feb 26, 2016 14:11:26 GMT -5
"30 points from Ravenclaw" he added sharply thereafter, no sign of hesitating in his voice.
"It's funny.. its like. The more I ask the more it seems you just want to get punished." The headmaster laughed humorlessly, pressing the place between his eyes in an attempt to relieve some of the frustration that was bubbling within him.
"Tell me Ms. Mcdonald. What's his name?"
He wondered how many more points it would get to before this girl realized what he wanted. That was fine, he had time. If it meant keepin them up here until tomorrow morning he was fine with that. Sleep was a human thing, and he was more than human...... he was----- THE MURPHY.
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Post by Dale Roberts on Feb 27, 2016 12:50:59 GMT -5
With every moment that elapsed in the time that they had come in from when he had foolishly corrected the headmaster, he could feel the vein at the side of his head. Throbbing violently as if at any moment it might burst and he would just be on the floor covered in a pool of his own blood. What was she doing? WHAT was she doing. His hands were curled into tight fists, so tight that his nails began to embed into the palms of his fists causing deep indentations. Not that he could feel anything but the surmounting rage that over came him. He listened as the points taken off went from 15, and then to 30. She just lost him 45 points.
45 fucking points, and he didn't even do anything to do that. It was just this dumb bitch spouting off her shit to prove some sort of dumb point. Of course his name was Roberts, they all knew it but she didn't didn't care. And why would she? It wasn't her neck on the line. He could already feel the look of disappointment and hatred among his peers. And when the headmaster pressed on... asking a third time... he found he could no longer take it.
He reached for her neck and found his fingers around her scrawny neck and squeezed with all his might, spit flying from his mouth as he raged "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ANNA JUST SAY RIBRECK. MY NAME IS RIBRECK YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH. SAY IT-- SAY IT--- SAY I---"
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He looked down at his hands... then down at Anna, standing there head down and meek, realizing that had just been a dream.
Just a dream--- a dream... he began to laugh in a creepy I've just lost my mind kind of way. The stifles of giggle slowly became into a howling tearful kind, he doubled over wiping a tear "just a dream.. just A DREAM!!!!!!AHAHHAHAAHAHA"
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Feb 28, 2016 10:27:02 GMT -5
There was nothing that Annabelle could do other than to lie and she knew that as the Headmaster deducted a further 30 points from Ravenclaw. She started to sweat, lying was not something she could ever do. Oh God, it was a choice between further deduction from the Ravenclaw house or scratching herself silly for the next few days. Both options made her wanted to cry. Why was she involved in such a predicament in the first place? What did she ever did wrong? It must have been something. She had tried her best to keep her head down.
She was about to repeat the boy's correct name when she heard him laughing. It was the kind of laugh that made the hair at the back of her neck stood. She was sure that if she kept saying the boy's actual name he would come for her and kill her in her sleep. No one would even be the wiser. And the words that fell from his mouth made her even more terrified of her life. She cowered, trying to make herself smaller. Perhaps scratching herself silly wouldn't be that bad after all.
"Ri... Rib... Ribreck, sir," she mumbled slowly, already feeling the itch on her skin. It was going to be a long day.
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Post by The Murphy on Feb 28, 2016 12:20:41 GMT -5
"That's right. Ribreck.." he nodded in approval at her final admittance. He knew it wouldn't be long. Murphy shot a glare at ribreck who was doubled over howling, clearly having lost his mind. They were all weak, he expected just as much, but the laughing had now become nerving as it was distracting from his speech. "--ribreck." he scowled " that's enough."
And with that he returned to his former pacing before the three youngsters, regathering himself as he had before the mild interruption occurred and mused out loud "I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. What did I do wrong?" he added mockingly, mimicking what a sniveling brat might sound like, "I'm always early to class, I always toe the line. How am I here? wah wah wah" he rolled his eyes, as if sickened by the very words he said and whirled around.
"Well I'll tell you. All of you are here for one reason and one reason only." he let the point build before stating with the utmost disgust "weakness"
He shivered akin to how one might have once uttered the words 'he-who-must-not-be-named'.
"Ribreck, was it not you who tattled on one of your comrades for 'copying homework'" he scoffed as if it were a real crime. The crime was that he had ratted on a friend and Murphy needed to stamp out this sense of morality. He couldn't run his school the way he wanted with people trying to use a silly little thing called morals. Whats more-- he couldn't accept anything but an undivided sense of loyalty and this was clearly not one of them. Besides, he was beginning to hate that smug look on Ribrecks face and he'd do anything to crush it.
"Filters-- was it not you, who was found hanging from his undergarments at the flagpole?" he shook his head aghast. What a fucking loser? No way was he going to allow that nonsense any more.
"and Mcdonald--- was it not you who fainted at the mere sight of a dragons heart. Really now? really?" he spat, sickened by the mere accusation itself and continued on his rampage, "what kind of school am I running to allow such ingrates in. Weak. Senseless. Immoral vacuums of space." He shook his head and paused before them all and pressed on "We'll I'll tell you what. Today is the day that this all ends"
"Begining today you will all learn how to become better witches and wizards.
Mcdonald---" he addressed her "I want you to take these toads here and skin them alive, once you have removed the skin I want you to carefully remove the vital organs-- eyeballs, heart, lungs and place them in their proper receptacles. I then want you to take what's left and chop them into a fine pulp for the pixies to eat" he gestured to the table in the back with the various instruments, the chopping blocks, jars, and a large barrel full of toads. As a courtesy, he had a white apron hanging from a coat hanger beside the table.
"Ribreck" he addressed, dropping a stack off papers into the boys hand "These are the past years homework submissions and answers. You're required to copy and submit one for each of your class. If you get caught I will deny any allegations, and you will be sent back here with me. Choose wisely." he nodded, and a desk appeared with a quill, parchment and a chair for ribreck to sit at. He just had one more insufferable ingrate left to deal with. And this, was above all the worst offender.
"and you" he growled. "After your classmates have finished their assignments they will each be required to attack you and you must defend yourself. you two" he growled at them "had better not be weak. I want him hanging midair from his underwear if you must, or dancing a ridiculous jig. But if I sense any form of weakness you will all be punished.
Do I make myself clear?"
Filters, whose actual name was Fuller, gave a tiny shiver.
Murphy looked down at them all proudly,
"You all have until--- 9:00 to complete your tasks. Failure to do so will result in an additional detention. I'll be back in an hour to see where you all are" and with that he left the room, a click of the door signaled their inability to escape. The large clock at the front indicated that it was 7:45pm.
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Mar 2, 2016 13:07:49 GMT -5
Trying to hide the fact she had started to scratch herself was a feat under the Headmaster's eyes. Still, Annabelle managed just a tiny bit when he resumed his pacing, it made her even more anxious and unsure of herself. She was doomed, perhaps she was going to be fed to the Giant Squid inside the lake or be left in the Forbidden Forest. Of course she had heard stories of students disappearing. They were led to believe the students had simply returned home, but when they were never heard from again, it was hard to believe it was all that happened.
When the Headmaster finally listed the specific reasons as to why they were all there, Annabelle grew frightened. It can't be because of the incident in class. She always had a weak stomach and honestly, can't the teacher warned them ahead of time not to inhale? It was more the scent of blood that betrayed her. She didn't mind so much when it came to the sight of it, she was a fifteen year old girl and blood wasn't exactly something she was unfamiliar with. It was just that Dragon's blood seemed to have a strange sulphuric smell that knocked her out, literally.
-- skin? Annabelle was sure she heard the Headmaster wrong. She bit her bottom lip, blinking rapidly at the old man, trying to find any trace whether or not this was some sort of prank. What kind of a person would skin any animal alive? What kind of a sick minded human was him? She heard rumours of him which he had hoped was not true. Alas, her hopes were crushed. Maybe if she stunned the creature, they won't feel a thing. Hell, she was going to hell for this and she knew it. The question was which hell was she willing to go through?
She nodded her respond, picking her hell.
'Sorry, froggy,' she whispered under her breath, looking helplessly at the creature as the Headmaster left the room.
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Post by Dale Roberts on Mar 2, 2016 15:03:32 GMT -5
Dale's ears perked up as the Headmaster called him, he immediately stifled his laughter and put his head down. He focused his eyes on the shape of the tiles on the ground, the way some cracked and moved to another direction, and where some areas appeared there were no outlines at all, all while his mind repeated just a dream... just a dream....
It had it be.. didn't it? Each one of them were called her for reasons that seemed impossible to merit punishment. How was it that he.. of all the students possible in this school to get in trouble. He did nothing but memorize the rules the first day he entered the castle, and upheld them to such a great degree that he never hesitated to take on the role of a superior and force his comrades into order. The very thought of breaking rules wasn't in his blood, he just wasn't born that way. Dale had always guessed that he just might be a robot or perhaps an alien devoid of this culture that religiously practiced rule breaking.
Once the headmaster left them to their own demises he looked at his peers, he looked flustered and a bit deranged. It was hard to tell at this point how he felt. There was just this empty vacuum inside him replacing what was once a living body.
Filters was in the corner crying, fearful of what might come. Not that it would.. it was just a dream.. they were all a dream. Dale slapped the toad out of Annas hands and laughed.
"Can't you SEE what this all is?" he laughed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "It's a.." dream he hesitated saying those words. It was in fact a dream but in a dream nobody believed you any way. He had to work within the dream.. reach a compromise of some sorts, and finally he found the right word for it
"this.. ALL OF THIS. It's a test" he mused, and gestured around the room. Feeling a bit more confident now that he had figured out what this all was. Maybe this dream really was a test, but for what? "I mean really. What kind of headmaster would he be if he actually wanted any of this? Its .. its insane. Its not normal" he gulped, his mouth was suddenly drier now, and he was dying for a drink. Drink... he looked at his hand staring at it while he tried to summon a glass of water in his hand. Cmon... cant be too hard..
"water... water..." he mumbled, under his breath, just barely audible and completely unaware of how insane he really looked.
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Mar 2, 2016 15:27:55 GMT -5
All Annabelle wanted to do was get the task over with and let guilt wreck her over later. Yes, she knew she wouldn't get any sleep from the horror she had to inflict on such helpless creature. She wondered now, how could anyone even let the deranged man become a Headmaster of a school and how could they even let him loose in society. He should be locked up somewhere, a mental facility at St. Mungo's would be her first choice. No one in their right might would enjoy torturing any living creature and speaking of sound mind, Annabelle was beginning to doubt the extend of Roberts' sanity when he slapped the frog out of her hand and started to blabber away about a dream. Still, part of her was glad one of the frog was free from excruciating pain she would have to inflict on the said frog's friend.
She eyed Roberts worriedly as he kept yapping, stealing glances at Fuller to see if he was buying Roberts' crazy. The boy seemed unfazed to her, she really couldn't tell. It had been one bizarre few hours and even when she would like to believe it was a dream like Roberts believed it to be, she knew better. None of her dreams could ever be this f-up even when she was having a nightmare. Her worse nightmares was probably being eaten by a giant marshmallow, hardly terrifying when she thought about it again.
Just when Annabelle thought Roberts couldn't get any weirder, he one up his game, mumbling water under his breath. He looked far more deranged than she would trust anyone to look. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if he were to pull out a knife and started to stab her and Fuller. She had to do something.
"Okay...there, Ribreck," she took a step back, trying to retrieve a glass of water for him. The pitcher and goblet were only a few steps away, but she was careful. "Just...uh...relax," she added, gulping in nervousness. She was going to die and she wondered what the school would tell her parents. "I'm just going to get you that water..."
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Post by Dale Roberts on Mar 2, 2016 15:44:43 GMT -5
"no... NO!" he shouted a little too loud. Dale had lost all consciousness of how he was acting, he barely even registered where they were. All he knew was that this was a dream and he was thirsty and he needed to get out. But first that he needed water.. and he didn't need to be given water because it was a dream. And in dreams you just thought of what you wanted and then pop the appeared. Somewhere deep inside him he believed that if he could do this little task in his dream, that he could somehow break free of it all. Like wishing water in your hand and having it appear was the first step to wishing yourself out. Yes.. it would all be over.
"I got this.." he repeated, his eyes glazed over, lucid. "I got this... " he repeated a little lower now, and looked at his empty hand. Pouring all his heart into picturing what a cup looked like. What did a cup look like anyway? Roundish, tall, really tall.... and big. So big you needed two hands to support it. Yes... yes... and then--- it appeared! He quickly clasped another hand over the side of it to keep it from falling from his hands and laughed.
"I got it! I got it!" he shouted, startled, it was so huge and large in his hands and filled to the brim of water. He held the cup to his lips and swallowed large gulp fulls, tipping the glass back as he drank more and more until---- there was nothing left. "ahhhhhh" he exclaimed.
Now.. That was what dale saw. What really happened was more like this:
He quickly clasped another hand just a few inches apart from the other, his fingers curled around the edges of the space as if he were holding something, but there was nothing and laughed, "I got it! I got it!" he shouted, startled as if the thing in his hand were an actual glass of water, so huge and large and filled to the brim of water. He then moved his hands up and puckered his lips out as if to drink, and made loud gulping noises, his head tilting back as the gulps grew louder and more intense until finally he pulled his head and hands back and exclaimed refreshingly "ahhhhhh"
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Mar 2, 2016 15:53:33 GMT -5
To say that Annabelle was scared would be an understatement. She was downright terrified. Roberts was definitely losing her mind and unravelling right before her eyes. She couldn't help but blame herself, believing it was partially her fault for letting all the Ravenclaw points deduction instead of just conceding earlier on. It was difficult to watch as he drank his imaginary water to quench his thirst. She wondered whether running out of the room yelling murder would cost her another detention. Well, she can't afford that, she could either die there or die there. Another detention with worse punishment was not an option. No, if she had to keep going back to detention, it would look bad on her school record. She never broken any rule before and she planned to keep her head even lower after this, and no matter how repugnant the smell of the dragon's blood going to be, she was going to soldier on.
"Okay..." she said quietly as she put more distance between her and Roberts. The other boy seemed to be keeping to himself, she wasn't sure. Turning to face the other boy would be a mistake as she couldn't tell what Roberts would do next. He could very well gutted her believing he would just wake up from the horrible dream he thought he was having. "I...I'm just going to finish my task..." she murmured, getting closer to the table where the frogs were.
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Post by Dale Roberts on Mar 2, 2016 17:06:00 GMT -5
Dale placed the glass down and wiped his mouth with the edge of his sleeve, he watched as Anna edged closer to the table, desperate to get back to her task at hand. Of course she didn't understand, why would she? She was just a figment of his imagination. Dale began to walk this time, walking in slow circles mumbling incomprehensible gibberish. "--and the frogs. THe frogs oh the frogs" he gasped, clapping his hands together and stopping before Anna. Dale stared at her cold and hard and then turned to the barrel of toads.
Toads.. plus copying, plus punishment.
"Why of course" he laughed to noone else but himself. "Why didn't I think of that". He began grabbing Toads, one at a time, and checking their underbellies for something, but what? Why of course a marking. A marking that indicated which frog contained the right marking, the one which contained the key out of this room. Everything the headmaster had been clues, clues to the secrets, the secrets of getting out of here. The key is in one of these many copies of frogs, he wanted me to copy exams but really he wanted me to find the right copy of the frog and if I choose wrong then I'll be punished. The frogs must be dissected to get to the key and the boy in the corner... the boy... Dale looked up from the toad in his hand and stared at Filters.. or Fuller... he was beginning to forget his own last name at this point and smiled.
and fuller.. Fuller was next. There was something eerie about the way Dale smiled. It was just a quick moment, but then he went back to searching through the barrel of toads, discarding the unworthy ones over his shoulder.
"Help me find it" he urged Annabelle, "The one with the cross, its the key!" he looked at her with pleading eyes.
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Post by Annabelle McDonald on Mar 7, 2016 11:44:48 GMT -5
Saying that Dale was freaking her out would be the understatement of the century. For all Annabelle knew, she could be his first victim, like victim zero when someone cracked and decided to go on a killing spree. She was only fifteen and the last thing she wanted to do was die. Especially when she haven't even sat for her O.W.Ls! When she factored in the fact that Dale was magical, there was a damn good reason they might never find her body. She wondered briefly what her parents would put in her coffin.
Her eyes were on him as he started to grab one toad after another. Okay, so maybe she wouldn't be victim zero, the toad would. Still, it didn't make her felt any better about the prospect of dying. Toads were scampering about as they were freed from their captivity, clearly delighted for having been freed from torture. Well, at least some of them were pleased, she can't fault the creature for embracing their elongated lifespan, even if it was just for an hour, a day or God knows how long.
Annabelle flinched when she heard an instruction from Dale. She could only hope he had forgotten all about her as she edged away even farther from the deranged boy. "Ummm... I'll pass, thanks..." she said carefully, watching his every move.
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