Ghost
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PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Lavender Brown on Oct 16, 2016 4:01:27 GMT
Things were not well in Lavender's ghostly little world. She was dead, that was nothing new but it still stung these (what was it, five?) years later and now Seamus Finnegan was as good as dead, too. Or worse than, with no soul. For years Lavender selfishly hoped that when Seamus passed away, even if he was old and grey and wrinkled, that he would join her as a ghost. They would be together forever. And Ever. And Ever It wouldn't matter that he would no longer be his young, handsome Irish self because she was in love with Seamus and not his good looks. The salt in the wound was being thrown out of the Order meeting, everyone there turned on her. Even Parvati. No one wanted her help but Lavender desperately wanted to help, to give meaning to her afterlife.
So Lavender cried. Loudly and often. So much so that some students were teasing that she was a prettier version of Moaning Myrtle (of course she was.) The hand that she was dealt was so unfair, in Lavender's opinion. Not even criticizing outfits or pestering the other ghosts made her feel any better. Currently the perpetual seventh year was 'seated' in an empty classroom on the second floor ( really she hovered just above the seat) ghostly head inclined and her spectral body wracked with sobs.
The sobs seemed to rise in pitch and volume as time wore on. Tears didn't make her feel any better, or anything at all. There was no feeling once one died, just boredom and numbness. Lavender was making such a racket that she didn't hear the door to the classroom creak open and it wasn't until the visitor was nearly upon her that she realized she was no longer alone. The ghostly Gryffindor jerked up, rising into the air and wafting backwards, startled by the presence. "What is it you're doing in here!?" she demanded, straightening out her robes and primping her hair. "Isn't it a little late for you to be wandering about like this?" Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Her sense of time was dreadful since she died.
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Gryffindor
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PLAYED BY Geraint
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Post by Amy Westwood on Oct 19, 2016 22:39:24 GMT
Amy wanted to practice her flute somewhere....anywhere really. The 4th year was sure that practicing it in the common room annoyed her housemates, doing so in the dorm annoyed her dorm mates and with winter drawing in and autumn continuing along nicely it was starting to get a little too cold and for her to be practicing outside. Although she didn’t mind the rain that much, after all being Welsh she was use to a bit of rain, but the cold was something else. Though she supposed she could try and encase an enchanted flame to keep her warm if it came to it. However she would prefer to find somewhere inside if possible. Usually the empty classrooms made a perfect place to practice her music without it really bothering anyone. The young lady was about to enter the second floor classroom when she heard some sobbing inside. The Gryffindor chewed her lip. Who could be crying in there? She wondered to herself. Maybe another student was upset over something? If so would they really want to have a 14 year old girl interfering with their affairs? Then again she supposed that, if she was ever so upset to be crying so loudly, she would want someone to try and comfort her or talk to her. The Welsh witch in training slowly entered the classroom saying ”Hello....? as softly as she could in an attempt to make sure she didn’t startle anyone who was in there ”....are you okay?” she said in much the same soft manner. When she noticed who it was she cursed mentally. How on earth could she forget this awful ghost? If Myrtle was ‘moaning’ than this ghost was definitely ‘bawling Brown’ or maybe ‘Brown the banshee.’ Gosh. Amy thought that, maybe, just maybe, she could slip out noticed by the spirit and try and find somewhere else to practice her music. However her conscience got the better of her. After all if it was a living person she would at least attempt to try and make them feel better or at very least listen to their problems so that they could get it off her chest. With a heavy sigh, and cursing her caring nature, Amy approached the spectre. ”Are you okay?” she repeated this time slightly louder in the hope that the apparition would be able to hear her. It didn’t work. The Gryffindor girl approached Lavender closer and almost leapt out of her skin as she rose up and asked what she was doing her and accused her of being out a little late. Feeling slightly flustered Amy stuttered slightly ”I...I...I....was looking for some...wh...where to practice m..my flute...” the young lady took her flute from her bag as if to provide evidence...and to give her a chance to collect her nerves. ”I heard crying...” that was better ”...and was worried....” the lass was about to ask if Lavender Brown was okay again but she knew it would be a stupid question. Of course the ghost was not okay....otherwise she would not be a ghost. ”...I was wondering if you needed someone to talk to or....something?” the Gryffindor fourth year asked a bit unsure. For some reason Amy felt that she might end up regretting asking that question. |
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Ghost
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PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Lavender Brown on Oct 24, 2016 3:14:22 GMT
Lavender was a proud creature while alive and death didn't humble her one bit. The spectral Gryffindor looked aghast at the suggestion that she had been crying. Of course she was, but it was a private moment not something to be shared with any old student. She wasn't exactly sure why she stuck around the school, most people who were important to her had moved on at this point. Perhaps it was lack of anything better to do. Hanging around those same important people made her feel frustrated and jealous. Oh, there was so much for her to cry over.
She propped her translucent hands up on her hips as the younger girl stuttered through her answer. When there was mention of crying, Lavender lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, looking indignant or defiant. "I don't know where you heard that. No one in here was crying." The show of compassion made her bristle and she lashed out like any angry teenager would, Lavender giggled behind her ghostly hand. "Me? Talk to you? You're joking, surely." It was mean of her, but she reacted much like a wounded animal. Bite the hand that tries to help.
While she didn't necessarily want to talk about her feelings or admit that she actually sobbing her no-longer-beating heart out, Lavender wasn't inclined to send the child off either. The Everlasting Gryffindor didn't do well on her own, especially now that decent conversation was so hard to come by. She floated back to her seat, gingerly lowering to hover just above it and crossing her spectral legs. "So. You play music." She lifted her chin once more, gesturing with her hand. "Let's hear it, then."
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Gryffindor
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PLAYED BY Geraint
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Post by Amy Westwood on Oct 24, 2016 23:00:14 GMT
Amy frowned towards the ghoul as she claimed not to be the one crying Well, whatever, she supposed it was a girl’s prerogative to cry and then claim she wasn’t crying. Besides it was probably none of her business anyway. Even if she was only trying to help this wretched soul. If she wanted to live.....well after live in misery that was her own look out she supposed. Perhaps she should have just have left her bawling out the room after all.
When the dead girl insulted her by giggling behind her hand and saying that she must be joking about her talking to Amy the Welsh girl looked very cross. How dare she insult her like that when she was only trying to be helpful and kind. It was absolutely uncalled for in her opinion and she would not really take that kind of rudeness off anyone. Not when it was so direct.
Normally the Gryffindor would not pass up the opportunity to show off her musical talents but this disembodied spirit had rubbed her up the wrong way by throwing her kindness back in her face and by insulting her dignity in such a manner. The apparition had some nerve asking for her to play music when she just insulted her like that. Amy folded her arms in a rather huffy way. ”So , I am not good enough to talk to but you want to hear my music?” she asked somewhat indignantly ”....well....” it was her turn to be mean Amy placed her hand in front of her face and giggled before saying ”Me? Play music for you? You're joking, surely.”
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