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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 2:46:23 GMT
Morgana watched intently as a small insect crawled across the ground. Her mouth curled in disgust. A student passed and Morgana looked up at them. They didn't pay any attention to Morgana though, so she called out to them. "Up to your bed now! Before I have to give you a detention."
She sighed and looked back down upon the bug. It moved seemingly senselessly. This way and that. Once it even stopped to emit an alien noise. Morgana knew nothing about bugs. She wondered if it was poisonous or not. She knew it certainly looked dangerous, just by how ugly it was. Morgana sighed again and crossed her arms. She had no desire to move closer to the thing. It was disgusting.
She looked away when she heard someone call out. Morgana searched for the source of the call. She wondered if they were calling out to her. If they weren't she'd tell them off and punish them for any insolence. If they were, she'd likely do the same anyway. She craned her neck and saw someone approaching her quickly. But at the same moment, she felt something unnatural touch her upper leg. Morgana's eyes widened in fear, a quick glance toward the ground where it had been before told her that he bug wasn't there anymore. Hysterically, she thrashed at her robes and screamed out shrilly. She felt something roll off her knee and the strange bug came down onto the floor in front of her. By the time, she'd shoved it off, Morgana however was tripping backward and she might have caught herself yet had it not been for a misplaced bench nearby. Morgana tripped and fell behind the bench to the floor. She landed with a soft thud.
Groaning, Morgana rolled around. Quick to throw her robe back over herself. Morgana sat up and put her arms up on the bench and glared at the last place she'd seen the bug. Partially to make sure it kept its distance and partially so that she could retrieve her wand and zap it. The bug, however, appeared to have fled. Morgana sat behind the bench, propping herself up with an elbow. She groaned again in disgust. This time she shook with frustration. She suddenly felt very unclean and ready to shout at someone.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 22:43:36 GMT
Sig walked down the hallways around the middle courtyard, making evening rounds and remaining vigilant in the event that he came upon any case of rule breaking. He'd never skipped out on his duties since his fifth year when he received his prefect badge. If he was being perfectly honest, it was a bit of a surprise for Sig when his badge came with the letter he had received before his fifth year. It had never occurred to him that Headmaster Snape would even consider him a viable candidate for prefect. He was a half-blood, but not only a half-blood. In the two years before he was made a prefect, Sig had acquired a bit of a reputation for getting into fights, more often than not, with blood purists. He didn't start any of them, and he didn't always finish them either, but Sig had made it very clear that no one was going to be mistreated if he was around to do anything about it. When he thought about it, that was the only reason he could think of that he would be chosen.
His walk had been largely uneventful until he heard a yell followed by the sounds of hurried footsteps before he saw a younger student turn a corner a split second before the two of them collided, the younger student was sent stumbling backward and fell to the ground. Sig immediately knelt down and helped the younger student up before they tried to take off running again. Sig gently took the student by the arm and asked them what had happened. The student nervously said something about getting a detention if they didn't get to their bed immediately. He sent the student on their way, calling out to them to be careful while they ran back. He knew that there were other students who didn't take other students running into them as well as he did.
Sig turned a corner to find an older looking girl staring intently at something on the ground. His eyes scanned the hallway as he noticed that she looked over at him, but grew confused as she looked back down and screamed, violently brushing something off of her leg and stumbling backward before tripping over a bench and landing on the ground. Sig immediately offered the girl his hand when he reached her. "Are you alright?" He asked, wondering what, exactly, had happened.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2014 0:44:17 GMT
Morgana had placed her head onto her hand with that arm's elbow resting upon the bench she'd tripped on. Her gaze was downward and her hand over her ear kept her from hearing Sig's approach. Morgana finally moving, could now hear more clearly. The first thing she'd heard was a boy's voice. Morgana responded to his call slowly; she laid the rest of her upper arm upon the bench and sunk a bit lower with action. She moved her head slowly to look into her lap. She pulled out her robes a bit more. Finally, she looked up at Sig, dropping her forearm onto the bench in front of her. Her back straightened almost instantly when she realized he was looking right at her.
"Am I? Yes. I'm fine." Morgana's gaze lowered to his outstretched hand. Her immediate response was to slap it away. But she was much slower to react than her narcissism liked. Instead she took his hand with her right then slapped her left against the seat of the bench and pushed herself to her feet. "Thank you."
Morgana ran her fingers down her robes slowly, in a pathetic attempt to wipe dust off herself which was more just something to do with her hands. At first, she looked down at her robe while she did this. Then her gaze turned to Sig, she scanned his feet first and took in as much detail as she could. "You're a Ravenclaw, aren't you?" Morgana actually had no clue which house the boy was from, but preferred to guess rather than ask. She did notice his prefect badge and she breathed heavily and shivered uncomfortably at the sight of it. She turned toward him to place her own prefect badge in plainer view. But almost immediately turned back. She kept staring up at him though, rather envious of his height.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 6:05:15 GMT
Sig waited patiently for the few seconds it took for the young woman to adjust her robes and respond to him. Sig was normally patient in situations like that. Having taken falls like that several times before, he knew how disorienting something like that could be. "Wonderful." He hoisted her up when she took his hand. "Anytime." Sig grinned again as he got a better look at the girl he had just helped up. "You looked like something gave you quite a scare." Sig couldn't help but think she looked vaguely familiar.
Caught off guard, Sig cocked an eyebrow at the girl's guess. It was a very rare occurrence for him that someone would attempt to guess which house he was from. People definitely told him he was weird enough to be a Ravenclaw, originality being one of the defining traits of the Ravenclaw House, and, in many cases, the two words were synonymous. "Hufflepuff, actually. Though, people tell me I could have been a Ravenclaw." His grin widened when she flashed her own prefect's badge. The question still remained, where had Sig seen her?
"My turn, then?" He asked wishing to make a guess of his own. His expression became playfully inquisitive as he did his scanning, starting at her feet and making his way up to her face. He spent a few seconds looking at her face. "Well, seeing as how we're both prefects, and you thought I was in Ravenclaw, it's probably safe to assume that you aren't in Ravenclaw, either..." He was thinking out loud...Sig did that sometimes. It was part of the reason he didn't really seek out social interaction, given some of the things that tended to fall out of his skull from time to time. "And I know I've never seen you in my house's common room, which only leaves two houses..." Though, the thing about Sig trying to read people, "Gryffindor?" he wasn't very good at it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 13:59:08 GMT
Morgana wondered if he was lying about his house at first but reasoned that it was unlikely. Then she couldn't understand why she cared so much in the first place. Her guess had been the very definition of a wild shot in the dark but the fact that she was wrong irked her all the same. Being Hufflepuff was not fundamentally irksome to her however thought being like a Hufflepuff could definately ruffle her feathers.
"Turn?" Morgana stared open-mouthed as he continued think aloud almost to himself. She wondered if he was unstable and edged away from him ever so slightly whenever he happened to adjust his gaze. She fake-laughed in the middle of his monologue but wasn't paying much attention to it. She was able to discern that he didn't think she looked smart enough to be a Ravenclaw however or that was how she interpreted his words however. Even though she was able to retain a smile through that insult, she was completely unprepared for his actual guess. "Gryffindor?" Morgana, at first took it as an insult, but flashed a smile anyway. She decided finally that he was unlikely able to tell the difference between a stone and an elephant. "Yes. Thats where I was just going actually. To the Gryffindor common room." She lied. She doubted her lie would last very long. Though she knew that her time chatting with the Hufflepuff boy would last even less time. "That was a very good guess!" She added, in a ever-so-slightly condescending tone. "Good boy."
Morgana began to wonder how a Gryffindor would act. She felt she must have been doing a decent job so far since that was his actual guess. Though she also didn't think any Gryffindor would act like her at all. She grinned then sat down upon the stone bench that she had tripped over a moment before. She rubbed her thigh over her robe softly. "There was a bug. It attacked me. That's why I was scared. I'm not sure if it bit me but I felt it moving across my leg, right here." Morgana looked up at Sig from the bench, just now realizing that her legs were stinging with a light pain where they had pressed against the bench when she fell. She rubbed the places where she felt the pain, still gazing up at Sig. "Would you sit with me for awhile?" Not very interested in his company, she just didn't want to walk away yet and didn't want to be alone with bugs like those prowling about. The fact that he might have something to do didn't even begin to occur to her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 4:58:52 GMT
Sigmund wasn't able to hear the girl express her confusion or her feigned laugh. He was already too wrapped up in his own, at that point public, musings. Truth be told, apart from Fanny and the rest of the Gryffindors in the DA, Dueling, and Charms clubs, Sig had never spent a lot of time conversing with anyone from Gryffindor. Truthfully, one of the main deciding factors in his guess was that she wasn't being mean to him, as the overwhelming majority of students in that group were Slytherins. Sig beamed when she confirmed his suspicion…sort of. He cocked his head to the side, unobservant of her tone but a little perplexed by her wording.
Sig couldn't help but give a slight chuckle when the girl told him that she had been attacked by a bug. Being scared by a bug had been a very foreign concept before he started attending Hogwarts. Then again, if you had the kind of father that had you gutting deer by the time you were twelve, you probably wouldn't find too much of a reason to be afraid of bugs either, startled, maybe, but never in a place to you would be too afraid to put a boot or a hand on top of it.
Sig grew concerned when he saw her rubbing the same spot on her leg he had vaguely seen her brush off when she let out her scream. His eyes darted back to hers when he heard her request that he sit there with her. Sig had never been one to shirk his duties as a prefect, but he also had never been one to just leave someone like that after they'd suffered a fall. "I don't see why sitting next to you for a few minutes would hurt." His eyes then went back to her leg. "Would you like for me to take a look at that for you? I'm pretty good at identifying bug bites. At the very least I could tell you how long you could sit before you should go to the hospital wing." He turned his attention to her face once more to properly introduce himself. "My name's Sigmund Ofdensen. May I ask you for yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 9:10:46 GMT
A short pang of indignation at her bug incident being chuckled at sent rippling shivers through Morgana's spine. She was close to taking her wand to the seventh year. She was able to retain self-control however and kept a forced smile. Only able to force the desire to curse Sigmund by promising herself that she would seek retribution on a later date. With a greater amount of planning. His voiced concerns only served to further infuriate the veiled monster within. Morgana was mostly elated from the attention Sigmund poured onto her however. After six years, Morgana herself had trouble discerning which was her actual self.
She was amused by his comment about hurting. She almost broke her smile into a hungry smirk. She shifted her legs away from him. "You know about bugs?" Morgana found it immensely distasteful to be touched by someone who claimed to know bugs. She stared at him for a moment and decided she'd come off a bit too insensitive. Quickly, Morgana pulled her robes down flat over her legs and shrugged. "I don't think that it bit me actually and I'd rather not bare my legs in the open like this." Sigmund Ofdensen, Morgana wondered silently if that waa a Muggle name. It was unlikely and she'd hate to reveal her thoughts to someone so she didn't ask. "My name is Viola Gorlois." She lied with a smile.
"Did you know that Merlin was a Slytherin student? Isn't that ironic?" Morgana giggled with a hand over her mouth. "Its funny how things like that work." She began to hum softly to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 3:15:43 GMT
Sig wasn't exactly confused when she moved away at his admissions of knowing about bugs. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time something he knew about pushed someone away. Usually, it was something about which he felt passionate. "Well, I don't, exactly, study them. I camp a lot with my father and sister during the summers, and he made it a point to tell us which bugs we should stay away from and what poisonous bites look like." Sig gave an understanding nod as the girl flattened her robes and declined his offer. "Fair enough. Never know who might turn the corner and see, right? Although, if you notice any swelling or redness before you go to bed, you should see Madame Conniford as soon as you can."
Hearing the girl's name, more specifically her surname, made Sig wonder where, if anywhere, he knew her from. Where had he heard her surname before? He tried to think back to when the last time he'd heard the name. He'd definitely heard the name before, that much was clear to him, but where did he hear it, and how did he hear it, for that matter? He remembered there being an echo, a loud speaker, maybe? That was when it came to him. "Do you have a sister on a house quidditch team, by any chance? I just remember hearing about a reserve seeker, I think, named Gorlois. I think her name started with an M, though. Something like Morgana, I believe. Is she your sister?" He inquired, still unaware that he was talking to Morgana Gorlois that very moment.
Sig raised an eyebrow, surprised by Morgana's remark about Merlin. "You don't say? Well, I suppose it certainly does take a great capacity for ambition and cunning to become the most famous wizard in history." He replied, looking pleasantly surprised. "I don't know about it being ironic or funny, though. I've never really liked those kind of house stereotypes, to be honest. You know, Gryffindors are foolhardy, Slytherins are evil,…Hufflepuffs are useless." Sig looked to the middle distance as he said the last one, but quickly returned to look Morgana in the eye.
"I always find it comforting to see any of those stereotypes broken, especially Slytherin's."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 9:49:11 GMT
Sigmund's advice on bug bites was hard to disagree with. Though not from lack of trying. A habit of Morgana's was attempting to counter what others stated, even when she knew they were right. She was not foolish however and kept her silence if she couldn't convince the person she was speaking to. Her estimation of people's mental capacity was quite impeccable. Regardless, she decided she wouldn't follow his advice even if the bug had poisoned her. Camping, father, and sister during the summers. Possibly useful information if Sigmund proved unruly.
Hearing her name uttered aloud while she was masquerading as someone else made Morgana clench her teeth tightly. Her eyes twitched from left to right rapidly. She wondered if he saw through her ruse as she turned her head away. Her mouth hang open slightly as she gazed across the castle grounds towards the nearest bit of forest. The rapidly setting sun made it difficult to make out the treeline already. "Yes. I have a twin!" It was only a half-lie after all. Her twin brother was a Ravenclaw and being much more adept at hiding and lying, would have never uttered such wild rumours. "She is Slytherin, like Merlin before her. Though she would discomfort you greatly and happily with how well she fits that stereotype, I think." Morgana bit her lip and turned back to Sigmund suddenly. She covered her mouth with a hand, using her other hand to balance herself upon the bench. "Sorry. I shouldn't speak of her like that. My sister is my best friend."
"I do not think of Hufflepuff as useless. They're like Gryffindor but less stupid and more friendly, in my opinion. Don't you think so?" Poor Morgana could hardly discern the reason why she had decided to play this deception with Sigmund but she found it such fun. Regardless, she was almost confused at this point. His last statement in particular had a strange effect upon her. "I think Morgana might be able to love. She can be nice when she wants to. Do you really think that she can be more like us?" Morgana grinned at Sigmund with hopeful eyes. Not quite sure just how serious her own query was. She knew that she certainly wanted him to have faith in her humanity. Even if the most part of her scoffed at the idea.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 4:59:02 GMT
Sig gave a satisfactory nod when Viola had confirmed why she had seemed so familiar to him…sort of. This wasn't the first time Sig had been fooled in such a way, either. Before he started standing up for himself, being lured into situations under false pretenses had been a very common occurrence. There would often be a prank of some kind where he was being led, usually with a crowd of people to witness what was to befall him. That stopped really quick when the people who tried to bully him started to end up on the floor, coughing up teeth.
He gave an understanding shrug in response to Morgana's criticism of her speaking ill about her sister. "Don't worry about it. My sister and I are both very close, and we've said some pretty awful things about each other and too each other, for that matter." For a brief second, Sig was taken back through a reel of select memories of moments he'd had with his sister, highlights from good times and bad, things that he regretted saying and times that he wouldn't have traded for anything. "From what I understand, it's a pretty normal thing for siblings to do."
Sig was touched, at first, by what Morgana had said about Hufflepuffs. However, he did think it was kind of odd that Morgana would speak ill of her own house in such a way, but he didn't think much of it. Fanny had told him a few stories of some of the things that Gryffindors had attempted that didn't, exactly, end favorably for them. "Well, I would go so far as to say Gryffindors are stupid, but I can't deny that Hufflepuff's reputation for being friendly is well deserved."
He looked at her intently, maintaining eye contact as she made a few more remarks about her sister before asking Sig her question. His parents had done quite a bit to shape his views of the nature of good and evil, both of them veterans of wars and both had seen their fair share of combat. They spoke a lot about combating evil, not evil people, but evil as a state of mind that manifested itself in different forms, tyranny, prejudice. Those were their true enemies, enemies that could be cast aside, if the people who made them a reality chose to do so. His answer was simple, and his own grin was meant to confirm the hope he saw in her eyes.
"Of course, she can, anyone can. She has that choice, same as everyone else, but the choice is hers, and hers alone, to make, and, often times, the smallest gestures can play the biggest part in how people make that choice."
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