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Basis Of Everything
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Topic Started: Aug 1 2007, 11:10 PM (26 Views)
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Aug 1 2007, 11:10 PM
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Jacklyn {boe member}
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it's the calm before the storm...
James could barely feel the little round box that his fingers were so tightly clasped around anymore. All he could see were the people standing in front of him, wrapped in a tight embrace, their bodies so close to one another that it was almost becoming difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began. He was seeing red, but for once in his rash, impulsive life, he didn't act on it. His best friend, and the woman he loved... He threw the box into the shrubs and stormed away, cursing the day he ever laid eyes on Lily Evans.
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Bellatrix and Rodolphus had grown up together. They had been friends, had shared secrets and heck, had even caused a bit of havoc together. They were both attractive, but arranged marriages always seemed to suck the romance out of the room. There was also the small problem of Lavanya Yaxley.
Lavanya was still in school, but already her beauty was spoke of across the country. She had been approached about a career as a model, had lazily accepted, and went about the business of remaining beautiful. Everything about her was skin deep, down to the company she kept. She was currently stringing along Antonin and Rico, the boys fighting over her and consistently vying for her attention. What she wanted was a challenge.
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Irma Pince wasn't always a hardened woman. She still felt as though she was barely out of Hogwarts herself, and perhaps that's why it started... she felt so old these days, and she simply was NOT old. She was young, and had a dark, shadowy look about her that was quite alluring to most of the men who stopped by her library.
One in particular kept a roving eye. He had always been studious, so his stays at the library weren't suspicious. Was it his fault that last year, they had hired a beautiful young Librarian to take over for the aging bat who had preceeded her? Was it his fault that he stayed late hours, often out-doing his own homework in order to spend more time in her company?
Perhaps that last part was his fault.
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Surely it was the schoolyears that were the hard ones? SURELY, when one was an adult, the whold drama of teen angst was over?
Surely?
Bugger it if it wasn't the greatest love triangle with six sides that ever existed inside the walls of Hogwarts, and there was no longer the excuse of teenage hormones to tide them over. It started when new staff was needed, the older ones more inclined towards retiring happily in their golden years. There had been a new staff over the past seven years, each year bringing on a new professor. That was all well and good, until the numbers evened out, and on the night of Professor Harlan James's welcoming party, when the young gang of professors were celebrating at the nearby Three Broomsticks. Some knew one another from school, and some even had past relationships. Someone – no one will admit to who – pointed out that they had three girls, three boys, all within the same age range.
Then, it got awkward.
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It's October 1976; school has started in earnest, and everyone is settling in for yet another perfectly normal year at Hogwarts. The homework is piled on, the threat of looming exams being beaten into ignorant minds, but all the while... something doesn't feel right.
It's so much darker this year than it was last year. The days seem to be shortening beyond comprehension. The fog is thick and cold and constant, not to mention the fact that everyone seems so glum. There are disappearances being noted in the newspaper, but everything seems vague, as though someone knows what is going on, but too afraid to voice it aloud.
The teachers seem a bit on edge, uncertain how to handle the evil that is lurking in the shadows. The students, for the most part, are completely unaware of what is going on, even those whose parents are deep in the throes of swearing their allegiance to one side or another. The students, it seems, live in a world of their own, one untouched by the misery and doom of the outside world.
Still, there seems to be something very unpleasant lurking unsaid, something creeping and crawling into the very veins of those it infects. Though the Head students are trying to keep morale at a high by organising a Halloween Party, there are some things that cannot be fought.
There they are, standing on the edge at the basis of everything, wondering when they will fall
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