Anon
August 09, 2015 9:07 AM
Surprise by Anon
The holidays had been very dull. For years, he’d never really noticed. The elves came and went, same as ever, muttering their little worries under their breath to amuse him. They had always seemed so funny. But now… Now he’d discovered something so much richer. The students were like a tantalising buffet of all the finest delicacies and richest flavours. Two weeks left alone with nothing but the elves was like two weeks on bread on water. But today, it was the day of the feast.The students settled to their meal, a stern warning from the Head falling on innocent ears. And whilst they tried to shake it off - to eat, drink and be merry, whilst everyone was busily looking the other way, there was work to be done.
Nothing too big to start off. That was the fun of the feast - to have a little of this, a little of that. And these… These seemed to be somewhat universal problems. Perhaps he could stir up some more feelings along similar lines, beyond the ones he knew about. The cork boards were blank in most of the Common Rooms, or at least had been before dinner, with the notices from the first half of term removed, ready for a fresh start. He smiled, looking at them - clean, pristine, just waiting for the first announcements. And he had plenty.
On the Pecari board was scratched a question, though it was likely to inspire more, and most would be concerned with the who rather than what it actually asked, which was Why do you hate her?
0
Anon
Surprise
0
Anon
1
5
Lionel Layne
August 11, 2015 10:20 PM
I'm more confused than anything. by Lionel Layne
Lionel had known about the rumors flying around the school during the first half of the year, of course, but it had all seemed pretty distant from him. He liked girls but doubted he did so strangely enough to warrant gossip, didn’t know anyone named G or A, and had no particular problems with his mother. While he didn’t go out of his way to explain the details of his situation, everyone who talked to him long enough to get into even the most causal mentions of family knew he lived with his grandparents and could probably tell it didn’t really bother him much that he did so. He disapproved of the rumor-spreading, it seemed malicious, but he did so distantly, without a personal reason.Why do you hate her? brought nothing personal to mind, either – Lionel didn’t hate anyone that he could think of; there were people he liked better than others, but hate was a strong word – but the sight of the latest (as far as he knew) piece of vandalism hit close to home for him in a more literal sense, as it was posted on the Pecari board. He stopped on his way to his dorm when he saw something on the noticeboard and then stared at it in surprise. If he had speculated at all about the identity of the vandal, he would have guessed someone smart enough to scrawl on the doors of the Hall and not get caught would be smart enough not to put something in their own common room, as that did sort of narrow down the list of suspects….
Unless it didn’t. They weren’t supposed to tell each other where common rooms were, but he was sure some people knew anyway. Pecaris were known for being daring enough to do all this, but Crotali could be sneaky and Aladrens were by definition clever. If an Aladren felt as though suspicions were getting too close, he or she might try to solve the problem by stealing another House’s password and posting in here. Risky, considering how bad it would be to be caught in the wrong common room, but no more than carving stuff into the Hall doors between curfew and breakfast, he guessed. Unless, of course, someone was smart enough to think that someone else might think that way and was hoping he would think what he had thought. That was possible. But on the other hand –
Lionel shook his head, trying to clear it before he made it hurt. This was crazy, probably a result of visiting his extended family over the holidays. If he continued along this path, he’d start thinking it was a teacher next, or a poltergeist or something. He turned away and almost walked into someone else.
“Oh, hey,” he said, a little too fast in his surprise. “I just saw that on the notice board. No idea what it’s about.”
16
Lionel Layne
I'm more confused than anything.
283
Lionel Layne
0
5
Joella Curtis
August 23, 2015 10:49 AM
Ditto. by Joella Curtis
Joella would have likely missed the words scratched into the Pecari noticeboard as she walked past after the feast with her mind elsewhere had it not been for the risk of walking slapbang into a familiar figure that forced her abruptly back into the real world so she could step aside.“Hi!” The third year grinned at Lionel after a blink to register who the talking figure was. She’d had Alistair on the brain, caught up in the question of what they were exactly and how things would be now they were back at school. “The noticeboard?” Joella turned curiously to the board to gage what the older boy was referring to.
Why do you hate her?
So the vandal hadn’t given up. It wasn’t the message specifically that concerned Joella since she couldn’t think of anyone she hated and nor could she think of any reason anyone had to hate her as it was so strongly worded but the new knowledge that this malicious vandal was in her house. Someone was definitely trying to stir up trouble at Sonora, she’d figured that much before midterm but now this horrible person was so much closer to home and she really didn’t like it.
“They’re in Pecari,” Joella murmured, stepping closer and reaching out a hand to touch the disturbed area of the board. She didn’t think that it was really a reason to be worried, more like a reason to take an interest. Surely if the troublemaker was going to get found out, Joella had more chance of discovering who it could be seeing as she was a Pecari herself. “The vandal’s in our house,” she spoke up a little, realising that Lionel mightn’t have heard her quiet musings the first time.
“Isn’t this whole thing so strange?” Joella frowned at the writing in front of her before turning to look at Lionel. She was no longer talking about the script on the board but also on the Cascade Hall doors and the tree in the Gardens and whatever other similar incidents there had been before the break. “I mean, why would someone leave vague little clues if they were trying to cause trouble? Why wouldn’t they give a name rather than just ‘her’?”
It wasn’t that she thought Lionel would somehow know the answers to her curious questions, only Joella had always been the kind of girl to voice her thoughts aloud if there was anyone about to listen.
8
Joella Curtis
Ditto.
295
Joella Curtis
0
5