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Post by Nahara46 on Aug 26, 2012 11:26:00 GMT -5
"Think what you will," Odin replied, "But leave me alone. I don't want you damn help, so don't try and give it." With that, he moved toward the door while shrugging his cloak back on, raising his want to get rid of the stupid cream.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 26, 2012 11:37:27 GMT -5
Alice watched him go with both relief and frustration. His anger and hate stung, but he terrified her. She wished she could get rid of this hate. Finally, she said, "I-I'm sorry! For being imposing, and for whatever I did to make you hate me."
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Post by Nahara46 on Aug 26, 2012 11:38:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, whatever." Odin replied ever so eloquently before exiting the door. Well, at least he was filled with the anger to kill whatever stupid Dementors they encountered today.
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Post by kumainpink on Sept 4, 2012 19:13:25 GMT -5
As everyone conversed and gathered, had gone to the house's Room of Secrets. In a sense, it worked just like Hogwarts' 'Come and Go' room, with one major exception. Only the head of the Rosebane family could go in. If anyone else tried on their own, it would trap them in the wall with no chance of escape. It was a measure his many times great-grandfather made to ensure the family would always remain ahead.
It was a small room, with a black floor, walls and ceiling. There were no windows, and the door vanished the moment he entered. A precaution in case a theif somehow bypassed the main security feature. He stood perfectly quiet and still for a few minutes, as the room slowly accepted him. Once it realized he had Rosebane blood, the room became much larger. A soft, silver light filled the room, making it easier to see. The black stayed the same, but a series of doors appeared. At least thirty in total. On each of them, the name of a former family head.
Harrison, Javen, Noth, and Rothsford were a few of the more notable ones. Toward the end, he came across his father's door. Carved in his fine scrawl was the name Bartimus. A fine, old door, made from solid oak. Inside it were secrets that he had devoured years and years ago.
After his father's door came his own, with a half-made door that hadn't quite been finished yet. Brayden's. He felt a pang of sorrow at that. Brayden had never gotten to see it. Sighing tiredly, Maxwell forced his attention back to his door, and placed his hands on it. After a minute, it opened.
There were papers, scrolls and books everywhere, all of them in a cluttered sort of order. In the middle of the room stood a large pensive. To the left of it, several shelves filled with different memories. He put his wand to his temple and called forth the memories that haunted him most. It wouldn't stop a dementor completely, but at least he could work through it now.
With his darkest memories stored away, Maxwell left the Room of Secrets as quickly has he could, and went back to the Enterence Hall. There, he would call everyone to order.
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Post by G. Novella on Sept 4, 2012 19:18:48 GMT -5
Alice had returned to the Entrance Hall shortly after Odin had abandoned her. She was still considering what he'd said to her, trying to figure out where she'd gone wrong. He seemed determined to hate for her. She returned and settled by Marigold in the Entrance Hall. It was almost time for everyone to go. She put the thoughts of Odin outside her mind, as the clock struck 6:00 am. Everyone was hear.
Veronica heard the clock strike six, and she immediately stopped her light teasing with Cassalina, pulling the woman closer to her as she realized what was coming. Her nerves were steel by the time Maxwell re-entered, and she made her face impassive. The only sign of emotion on her was the tight grip she had around Cassalina, and the slight motions her eyes would make to check the other woman was alright.
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