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The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I snort at Bridget's pun about things stinking, and try to look irritated, but I can't do it. I laugh instead. "Well, I guess you really have a nose for these things, so I'll take your word for it." I stop laughing, however, when she mentioned how I could confuse my wand. I gaze at the thing, turning it in my hands. I can't tell if she's joking or not. "Try it if you don't believe me," she says, sounding almost like a dare. For a very brief moment I actually consider it, but then I shake my head."Nah. I'm not about to have a spell backfire and hit me. Maybe you're pulling my leg, maybe not. I'd rather not risk the humiliation," I reply, carefully replacing the wand in my sleeves, and wondering if she's being serious.

"Well...goodnight, Alex. I'll meet you down here at 9 tomorrow? That should give us plenty of time to...well...grab a quick bite and then dash out the doors to the carriages. But hey, it's late. I'm not getting my stuff ready tonight." Yeah, um. Goodnight then. See you tomorrow," I say, surprised at the genuine feeling of disappointment at her parting. It occurs to me that I am actually going to miss her. Well, not that it surprised me. I've been coming to terms with certain...feelings I've developed over our weeks spending time together. I'm not entirely sure what to think of that. It scares me, in some ways. Everyone I ever cared about was slaughtered right before my eyes. If I care too much, will she be next? It's a little too late for that now, I tell myself. You already care too much. So now you just have to see what happens. Lost in my own thoughts, I make my way up to the mens dorms, where I fall asleep damn near as soon as my body touches he bed.

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I wake up early the next morning. I decide to pay my Owl, Gaia, a visit. A beautiful jet black Great Horned owl immediately soars in my direction. I smile, and pet it's head. "Well hello, Gaia" I greet it, running my fingers along it's neck. A lot of students chose rats or cats as pets. Me, I wanted practicality. Back when my family was...well. Alive, I wanted an owl to communicate back and forth. She hadn't been sent on a delivery in years, but she gets around on her own well enough.

Deciding I better get my stuff ready, I go back to the dormitory, and open the trunk at the foot of my bed. I grab a spare pair of unmarked robes, with a hooded dark cloak. No need to advertise to the world that there is a Hogwarts student in their midst, especially if we're hitting the shadier areas of Diagon Alley. I also grab what appears to be a small bag to hang at my hip. And it is indeed a small bag, but enchanted with an extension charm. I can fit quite a load in this bad. Not near as much as Bridget's vault, but it will do. I take about half the money I allow myself for spending as well. I leave the other half in my trunk. Not that I can't handle myself if someone tries to steal from me, but I'd rather not risk losing everything I have for the year.

I walk down to the common room, dressed in my unmarked robes and covered in my cloak, hood down (for now), and wait for Bridget. Sitting in a big fluffy chair, I begin to contemplate what I might find, if anything. And when I do eventually find something...what will I do about it?

True/False Game

True. Most definitely true. Been there, released that and came in the toilet whut?

T/F Bronies have a -25 to their intelligence stat, -30 to their wisdom stat, and by their very existence are a threat to humanity. WE MUST PURGE THEM!

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

"You know, I could almost see you saying that if it weren't for the fact that I KNOW you have some respect for Snape." I nod, slightly in disgust. Unfortunately, she's not wrong. I mean, big of an asshat as he is, the man definitely knows his stuff, both by way of potions AND Defense against the Dark Arts. I sigh, shaking my head. "Yeah, true. I do have a marginal respect for him. But no one can deny how much of a jackass he can be. Well, unless you're one of the slytherin's that have their noses shoved so far up his bum they can smell his tonsils."

Folding my arms across my chest, I lean against the wall, listening as Bridget asks me if I'd like to escape Hogwarts for the day tomorrow. Diagon Alley...How long has it been since I was there? The beginning of my second year. 4 years. I never went back. Too many memories of my family and I walking those streets. Having fun, playing with my sisters, admiring the broomsticks. I was an aspiring Quiddich player in my younger days, but THAT dream died with my family years ago. Still. To find the answers I needed, I will have to face certain things.

"Connections huh?" I say, arching an eyebrow with a malicious grin. "I don't know, sounds a little sketchy to me, Bridget..." I watch as she toys with the bracelets on her wrist. It occurs to me that she is always wearing some sort of bracelet or covering; I've never NOT seen her wearing something.

"Oi, you really do enjoy those, don't you. Bracelets and such. Might have to get you something like that for Christmas," I tease lightly, striding over to her. "I'm up for it. Diagon Alley. It's been ages since I've been there, but I'd love to come along. Especially if you can get us answers. At this point, idk. Most would give up, would say that there is just nothing to find but...intuition. I just feel like there's something more to things. And if I have to venture into the very bowels of You Know Who himself, I will." I offer a smile with those words, then withdraw my wand from my sleeve and begin tossing it up into the air, catching it, then tossing it again. A habit I've seemed to have picked up of late, especially when contemplating something serious.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

"Hey, er, Alex? It's dark out. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired...want to continue this another time? I promise you can still look through my books. Are you...are you all right?"

I slowly look up from the book, a fire in heart. Fiedfyre. Why had this never occured to me before. It wasn't a natural fire that day. Impossible. The way the flames just attacked my family. The way it just consumed the entire house. No...fiendfyre. And only dark wizards use fiendfyre. It is widely considered an evil magic. Almost demonic in nature. But I'd use it. And woe be to the wizards responsible for this. They will feel the same horror my family did. That I did. Fiendfyre. The best way to fight fyre, is WITH fyre.

"This book leaves more questions than answers," I sigh at last, closing the thing. "I am 100% certain it was fiendfyre I was dealing with. I'm lucky to be alive..Anyway. If I'm right, and I'm absolutely sure of this, then why? Who killed my family. why go after them? It was almost certainly an attack on my mother, as she was the witch. You don't need fiendfyre to kill a muggle. A witch, however... I frown, standing to my feet and handing Bridget the book. "I don't know. I need to find out who would have had reason to murder my mother. Once I discover THAT little bit of information...it will lead me right to those who murdered my family. Maybe you can help with that, in fact. See if you can find any mention of a witch named Arianna Celeste White. That is my mothers name. I need answers, Bridget."

I pause awkwardly for a moment. She has already helped me so much. And for what? There aren't many people like her in this world. Suddenly filled with a surge of gratitude that goes beyond anything I've ever felt, I reach out, pulling her into a solid embrace. "Thank you," I say, my voice shaking slightly as I release the hug, holding her shoulders and giving a slight shake as I speak. "You've given me some answers already and I will eternally be grateful for it. So thank you." I let go, suddenly feeling my face flush red and turn away. Perhaps she is right. Perhaps it is best we go to bed now.

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As time passes, Bridget and I meet at the Room of Requirement nearly every day, unless we get swamped with homework. I read more of her books, but more than that...I feel I finally have a friend. This scares me, but it also satisfies a part of me that I thought had died in that fire years ago. The more time we spend together, the more alike I can see we are. She is damn good with wand lore, and sometimes we just discuss wand theory. Of course, she walks circles around me in that regard, but I've not spent near as much time studying wands. It is a weakness in my knowledge that I intend to rectify eventually.

There is an odd thing I've noticed over the last couple weeks. MOST days, the Room of Requirement has no problem letting us in. But on rare occasions, it refuses to let us in. I'm not sure why, either. It has only happened a few times, and I'm inclined to write it off as a glitch in the magic of the room. Perhaps whatever enchantment created the room in the first place is starting to degrade after all this time? I don't know. That's what I want to think. But...there is something nagging in the back of my mind that I can't quite shake. I have a bad feeling about it.

Christmas break comes, and I'm no closer to finding out why someone would want to kill my mother. But I'll find out. I'm determined. And I have the smartest witch I've ever met, helping me. You hear people talking about how smart Hermione, a Gryffindor girl, is...but Bridget, I think, could outsmart her in every way. I've met her once or twice, in passing, so I feel I can make that judgement.

I sigh, glaring at the 18 inches of parchment in my hand. Ridiculous. Still, at least it's my strong subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts. I still can't believe Snape assigned an essay this long the day of Christmas break. Thank you, professor. I look up from the parchment towards Bridget, glowering. "You know, just one day I'd like to just walk into class, and say 'did I write your essay? NO Professor, I did not, because you're about as warm as Merlin's excised left NUT, and I flat refuse to work this hard during our breaks!"

I roll up the Parchment, done for now, and stuff it into the folds of my robes. "How are things coming along for you? Better than ME I hope. I'm just not in the mood for this right now."

True/False Game

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T/F CaH has corrupted me to the point of no return. The devil himself now fears me >:D

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