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Post by ERIK MALFOY on Oct 14, 2011 18:09:42 GMT -5
we were the kings and queens of promise,
we were the victims of ourselves. This was Erik's first year at Hogwarts. Well, at least it was his first year as a teacher at Hogwarts. Seven years ago, he had been entering his seventh year as a student, and at that time these greenhouses were sanctuary. Now, however, it felt more like he was walking around in a dream, or the phantom of a memory. It didn't feel right to move around the planters (although that was exactly what he was currently doing), or stand at the front of the table, or trim the overgrown plants. It felt like he was trespassing on someone else's territory. Going into someone else's house and rifling through their things. Thief. Burglar. Robber. Crook. The feeling wasn't particularly pleasant, and Erik could only hope that it went away where the students... his students... entered those doors in a few days time. So now, Erik was working to make greenhouse one more familiar. He wanted it to reflect him, not the previous Herbology professor. He was moving pots and planters, organizing them, getting the dirt off the floor, trimming leaves and vines and flower heads... it would have been a hell of a lot of work if he wasn't a wizard. Walking around the glass-enclosed room to inspect it for the third time in the last hour, he thought he saw a face and green hair. It was just his reflection... Wait... After doing a double-take, Erik nearly slammed a pot he was levitating right into the glass. That was definitely a person, and not just any person... "Fuck! Don't sneak up on me like that, Percy!"
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Post by PERCEVAL MALFOY on Oct 14, 2011 22:06:27 GMT -5
oh well, oh well.
guess i'll see you in hell. How long had it been since he attended Hogwarts? A question it he quietly asked himself. A tranquil state of thought, as if nothing could distract him. He walked rather solumnly towards his old "hunting grounds". To himself, he kept a few names besides this; "The place where first love dwells." and the aforementioned were just mere examples, knowledge the rest could be negotiated for a price but if one were to know his outer workings (god forbid anyone who even wanted to know the inner ones) they could probably, easily so, duduce that he referred to his sibling. of course this was assuming the fact they knew he had one. He'd been skulking around the grounds for about half a day, and anyone worth half a bar of chocolate would have has the pleasure of catching the other half of the new Herbology teacher in their sights. Unfortunately, he himself had not had the fortune of passing any of his little brother's pupils, or anyone at the age of about sixteen, seventeen or around that sort of margin. Nonetheless he looked quite content, somewhat relaxed and cheerful, however much of a falsity the smiles on his face were, along with a sort of eeriness that accompanied this sort of act... or rather, this sort of person. Especially with being in an unfamiliar place. To answer his initial question: after being expelled Perceval had not visited Hogwarts for somewhat close to a decade, maybe a little more or even the opposite of that. The fact remained that the faces, regardless, had changed. Having desided to sneakily make his way down to where presumably, Erik was, it looks like he was caught before having a chance to spring any sort of surprise. "But it looked like you were having so much fun." replied Percy.
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Post by ERIK MALFOY on Oct 18, 2011 15:02:04 GMT -5
we were the kings and queens of promise,
we were the victims of ourselves. His brother was here. Why was his brother here? He didn't go to Hogwarts anymore. He had been expelled. For protecting him, yes, but expelled all the same. So, how did his brother get here and why had he even come in the first place? Questions, questions, questions, all spinning around Erik's head like buzzing flies. Percy was always like that... full of more mystery than explanation. ... Fun? Erik smirked as he levitated the pot he still had suspended in the air back down to its rightful place. "Heh, this isn't how I have 'fun', Perc. This is how I don't go insane." The bottom of the pot touched the ground, and Erik turned to face his brother. One side of his lips were gently curled into a half-smile, while his eyes flickered across Percy like a hawk. He always looked someone over like that when he had questions for them which could possibly be answered by wordless observation. But his brother... always the enigma. Erik had never been able to completely understand him. "So what brings you back here? Miss me?" he asked half-sarcastically with his Cheshire grin, "And how'd you even get allowed onto the grounds? The way you left this place, I thought they wouldn't even let you look at the school without telling you to piss off."
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Post by PERCEVAL MALFOY on Oct 19, 2011 7:21:37 GMT -5
oh well, oh well.
guess i'll see you in hell. Ah, the greenhouses... Percy obviously came here once in a while way back when he was a student, and even then he didn't really have a reason other than Erik being so much as a greenhouse recluse. As such, he felt that whenever he could find Erik here, he'd drag him out kicking and screaming, though as to whether that actually worked or not he couldn't remember. The only clear memory he had of Hogwarts was the incident that involved his expulsion. He could clearly remember being interrogated by the faculty and at the time stating that "He didn't do it" and therefore he was "Not sorry" while smiling. His attention, pulled back to reality by his sibling's somewhat strange retort. Such strong words used in his speech and as far as Percy was honestly concerned, they didn't really matter. Yes, he claimed to love Erik, even going as far as to dub him with a title unknown to others, however; he had moved on from that point. So far in fact, that the word 'family' meant little to him nowadays. He merely used these words as a means to an end. He smiled warmly whilst Erik's eyes pierced through his flesh, being the twin he was to Erik he could understand what his little brother was doing, he'd spent enough time around him when they were children to know his habits. His sarcasm was also duly noted, even if half-hearted, his chesire grin also caught out the corners of Perceval's eyes. "I came to check up on things. As to whether you were missed.... Things were certainly dull without your presence." answered Percy, and as Erik's interrogation continued, he stood silent until a time came for him to reply. "I have my workings, little one." he said, denoting Erik to a little boy without a clue in the world.
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