Sorrel Craven
February 06, 2005 4:04 PM
R is for Research, Revenge.... <i>Reflection</i> by Sorrel Craven
Calmer now, after her trip to the gardens and karate practice, Sorrel headed for the library. She wasn't sure whether to put her hood up or down. There was the pressing need not to be recognised actually going into a library (studying was so lame, though that was not what she was here to do) versus the need not to look suspicious, which raised hood indoors tended to do. She settled for leaving it off but walking with her head bowed. Her hair was plaited, rather than in it's usual crazified bunches. That would have to do disguise-wise. Of course, if anyone did see her, and had to recognise her, she hoped that studying was what they mistook her for doing. Why else would she be in the library, after all?Well, she was here to do research, that much was true. And one could even stretch it as far as saying it was related to a lesson. But it wasn't homework. Nor - does it even need to be said? - was it extra study. Sorrel Craven was out for revenge.
It would have been very easy to detonate a large quantity of dunbombs in Professor Connell's office or classroom, or to have thrown slugs into her dinner. But it simply lacked flair. If there was one thing that could be said for Sorrel's revenge schemes, it was that they were creative. And appropriate. And now she had the added bonus of having magic at her disposal. She had pondered long and hard over a suitable punishment for Connell. It was punishment after all, and only fair; Connell had punished Sorrel and Ash when they had done nothing wrong, and now it was time to even that out a little. But she had needed to come up with something appropriate. If she dealt with the realms of 'feelings', Sorrel would have said 'something that would make her feel like she made me feel'. She needed for Connell to be split apart from someone. From her other half, because that was what she had taken from Sorrel. She didn't know if the professor was married though, and even if she was, getting access to her husband would be difficult. Then another kind of 'other half' had sprung to her mind...
She pulled several charms texts off the shelf and made her way with them to a table towards the back of the library. There, she opened each to the back page, and began scanning each index.
'R'... 'Rainbow'... 'Reanimate'.... 'Reflection'.\n\n
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Zack Dill
February 07, 2005 1:44 PM
S is for Sorry, Small . . . Scared by Zack Dill
Zach had a large pile of books in his arms. Such a large pile, in fact, that he couldn't see in front of him. He also staggered under their weight. But given he stood only three inches over four feet tall, and weighed only a little more than 60 pounds, that wasn't really very surprising.It was because his vision was obstructed and he knew exactly where the closest table was to where he had collected the books that he didn't notice the table was occupied until he dumped his pile all over it. The stack overbalanced and fell over, the top one skidding so far as to flop over on top of the book the previous occupant was looking through.
Zack winced at the commotion he had made and flushed at the realization that he had inadvertantly bothered someone's studying. Worse, he had bothered one of the Craven twins. He could only hope this wasn't grounds for becoming a prank target. "Sorry," he whispered. This was a library, after all.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Sorrel
February 07, 2005 2:57 PM
M.... Monster, Moody... <i>Me</i> by Sorrel
Sorrel wasn't a deep studier. She rarely got carried away by books, especially not factual ones, and she was only skimming an index. It wasn't surprising that she frequently looked up and so saw the walking stack of books before it reached her table and rested itself there. She had gone back to her book by the time one skidded across it and jumped back slightly in surprise.'Sorrie!'
She turned, fully expecting to find Stephen (if Ash had had that many books, and had stumbled across her, there was no way he would have drawn attention to himself). She found a small, vaugely familiar boy staring at her. Only slightly familiar. Definitely on no terms to be calling her Sorrie. It had started as a joke with Stephen, him only happening to stumble accidentally on her twin's childish nickname for her. But if he'd spread it around, or people had overheard... There was no way she was going through seven years with all and sundry addressing her by such a girly version of her stupidly-girly-to-begin-with-name! She was ready to tell him where to get off, when she realised how... not cheeky he looked - slightly red, and rather anxious in fact - and she realised he was actually apologising. Damnit, Stephen! He'd warped her mind...
"Hey, Oatmeal guy!" she grinned, remembering where she recognised him from."No problem," she shrugged, sliding his book back to him. She was curious as to what all those were for, but didn't want to be asked the same in return. "That's a serious stack you've got that. It must one Hell of a prank you're planning," she said casually, though she was pretty interested. She only troubled to keep her voice to a whisper because she didn't want to draw attention to her covert little operation. Normally she would have said sucks to the library rules. Though 'normally' she would only be in here for this kind of thing. So the normal kind of normally was really rarely. \n\n
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Zack Dill
February 07, 2005 4:15 PM
P is for Passing, Physics . . . <i>Profit</i> by Zack Dill
Zack relaxed a little when she didn't seem terribly upset by his interruption (well, aside from that weird but thankfully brief moment of apparent anger). She didn't even seem to be trying to be mean to him when she called him 'Oatmeal guy' which he didn't really appreciate, but decided to let it pass. He was the one imposing right now and she was bigger than him."That's a serious stack you've got that. It must one Hell of a prank you're planning," she then remarked, and he looked down at his toppled pile of books. He reset them into a proper stack instead of a disorganized heap, then turned the spines to face her.
"Not a prank," he told her, then gave her a moment to read the array of muggle science and history books he had taken from the muggle study section. He wasn't really certain that it was ethical to put Catcher In the Rye right next to a Chemistry text. He was pretty sure both books would be seriously affronted by their neighbor.
"I'm going to this fancy private school, the guys back home are going to expect me to stay several grades above them, and I'm going to need to know this stuff if I plan to keep up my homework selling business for summer school. Do you have any idea how much money I'm losing coming to this school? At least I know all my customers are going to flunk everything so I'll definitely get their business come summer."
He climbed up into the library chair then and pulled down the top book and opened it. He stole a sidewise glance at her, making a few assumptions and leaps of logic based on what he knew of her. "I don't suppose you'd want to buy tomorrow's Charms essay from me, do you? For an extra sickle, I'll even forge your handwriting."\n\n
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Sorrel
February 11, 2005 4:43 PM
C.... Copying....er.. Craver.... Can't-be-arsedness? by Sorrel
Sorrel raised her eyebrows in disbelief on hearing the guy was actually planning on studying all that. That didn't seem like the rebellious table swapping, oatmeal-gluing prankster she'd met in the Cascade Hall nearer the start of term. Her eyebrows dropped back to their normal place as he explained what it was for. And dropped further still into a definite scowl when he mentioned essays."We have a Charms essay due?" she moaned, under her breath, "Bloody Professor Bulla-plop... " Damn it. There was no way she was going to get it done tonight! Ok, if she'd remembered a week ago, she still wouldn't have done it. The guy's offer was tempting, but for one important factor... "No thanks," she shrugged. "Can't have people thinking I actually do homework." Getting detention was preferable to looking like a geek.
Though what she looked like with this stack of books... She slipped one off the table, resting it against the edge and open on her lap, so that only someone looking right over her shoulder would be able to see. She did this with the absolute nonchalance of one who was well practised at hiding the contents of a book without looking like they were trying to.
She found a likely looking charm. It allowed you to steal someone's reflection. That would be a very difficult thing to accomplish, but this Charm had been designed as a party gag, or for people wishing to fake a convincing vampire costume, so was relatively simple. The reflection only left for twenty-four hours (though this was probably long enough to severely freak most people out) and you didn't make it disappear (which would have been far too advanced) you simply moved it. If she cast the Charm correctly, she could move Connell's reflection from any surface it was being reflected in to a mirror/reflective thing she, Sorrel, had about her person, where this Charm would seal it for twenty-four hours. She grinned broadly to herself, even though it probably looked suspicious (who smiled when they were studying?!) - she couldn't help it though. This was brilliant. Surpressing the grin, she turned the page casually, trying to look nonplussed. \n\n
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