Barbaric || H&H

leftwithascar:

            _{Oh great, she said his full name.}

_“So?”           

             _{It was lame question, and he regretted asking it almost immediately, but there was no way he was going to tell anyone about this. He wasn’t going to give Umbridge the satisfaction. He took his hand away once more.}

 _{”Can we please talk about something else?”}

     “You’re not serious, are you?” She then stood up from her seat, her arms crossing over her chest. The pacing began, her mind riling at a quick pace. “Harry, you’ve got to tell someone about this. It’s not right at all. She shouldn’t be getting away with this.”

                            “–the woman’s torturing you,
                                   and you’re perfectly fine with it!”

Barbaric || H&H

xmagizoologist:

               Ah! With such words an
                understanding will dawn.

                                “Oh —- ! I erm —- You’ll be fine.”

            “–you don’t sound very sure.”
                         And she needed to know that
                         complications should not arise
                         during their little ’adventure’
                         in finding a secure location
                         for the meeting to take place.

                                  –perhaps it should be away from the castle.“

fidensxvenator:

_{“No need to get bitchy about it,
 Granger. It was just a question.”}

     The girl retracted herself slightly.
      She hadn’t exactly meant for it to
      come across negatively, though
      she wasn’t aware that the other
      would react in such a way.”

                                   “–I apologize if I had said something wrong.”

fidensxvenator:

_{“Yes, actually, I have. But I’m not scared
of her. And anyway— as a Gryffindor,
aren’t you meant to be the fearless one?”}

          "There’s a difference between being
            fearless and being stupid. I’m not
            sure if you’d know the difference though.”

xmagizoologist:

        “Hermione —- I’m up for it.”

               She closed her eyes
                and took in a sharp breath.

                                “You may be, but–
                                           I’m s c a r e d.”

fidensxvenator:

   _{“—-Oh, shut up and get on with it.”}

     “It’s not nearly as easy as you say.
      Are you not afraid of her? You may
      be in Slytherin, but that does not mean
      she’ll go easy on you. Have you had an
      encounter with that dreadful quill of hers?”

xmagizoologist:

  “Nothing is too dangerous.”

        “She’s a monster, but I am not sure if it’s worth it.
             –the consequences that will be faced if we
                are caught are completely barbaric.”

            “–I have come to realize,
                the task is just far too dangerous.”

weaslae:

     “Brilliant,” came a voice from off to the side of the Gryffindor common room. “Absolutely brilliant — care for another?”

     The Weasley twins were keeping busy, their attention buried in a line of first and second year volunteers being paid for their work. A few orange boxes littered the vicinity, pulled open so that their contents were available to the testers as they went. The boys were carefully observing the results alongside Lee, their best friend, as they went about studying each and every tester and the sweet they were trying to guarantee consistent reactions.

     “I don’t reckon we’ve had a better run all term,” said one of the twins.
     “Good thing, too, ‘cause we’ve already got about ten pre-orders stackin’ up —” Fred said, examining with a proud grin one of the first years sporting an immobile jaw, clenched and humming frantically as though to express he was unable to open his mouth.

     “Reckon we might want to hold off on the sale of those Lock-Jaw Taffies, though… ‘less you fancy givin’ the purple end to him the old fashioned way —” said George, looking over at the tester with a faint hint of disgust.

        While Hermione appreciated the fact that the boys seemed to have some sort of plan for after school, she did not particularly enjoy the commotion going on during her reading hours. She set aside a couple of hours a day, depending on if she had time, to read a book. Favorably, she would read at least five books a week, depending on if she had lots of homework or not– but with all the ruckus, she hadn’t been able to get past the first line.

   With a huff, she stood up and made her way to the twins, arms crossed in an annoyed demeanor. “I don’t suppose you two could take your business else where, could you? I’m trying to read.”