Make Your Mark, Charms Lesson 5 EC && OPEN Options

[Twila Wilde]

Twila had a brilliant idea: instead of practicing the marking charm on something she already owned, she would practice it on something she wanted to own. Then, when she succeeded, she would have a shiny new possession that no one could take from her. And where was the best place to find shiny things that she wished were hers? The Trophy Room, of course. Twila had strolled through there a few times before, mostly to drool over the awards for Quidditch players and duelists who’d contributed to their sports.

One day, she was going to be one of those. And if she wasn’t … well, she was going to have a trophy anyway. She didn’t know which one, and as a matter of fact, she didn’t much care. She just wanted to be important and accomplished and good at something for once. Twila needed to be good at something, and hard work just hadn’t been cutting it. Her progress in the dueling chamber had come to a halt, and her skills in Quidditch seeking had only marginally improved since the game against Hufflepuff. It looked as though Twila didn’t stand a chance at getting any recognition on her own, so she’d just have to borrow some. Borrow, and then return if she ever achieved something on her own.

The game that she was playing went something like this: if Twila could successfully mark something, she would keep it for her own. She stood in the trophy room on that afternoon, looking around innocently before picking an open trophy case and grabbing her wand out of her pocket. “Yeah, this looks good enough,” she shrugged, not even bothering to see what sort of shiny she was aiming at before starting to practice. “Infelicio fur! Infelicio fur! Infelicio …” A crimson haze was gathering near one of the trophies, and Twila was sure it was starting to solidify when she heard a noise that broke her concentration. She spun around, neglecting her magic, holding her wand behind her back as the wisps of magic disintegrated and floated away. “Can I help you?” she asked, slightly irked and mostly impatient.

[Barnabas The Bar...]

- HeLlO mIsS wIlDe ThIs Is BaRnY and i have invaded your thread. If you wish me gone let me know (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)


Monsieur Barnabas has switched his mood swing button on. Therefore he was unpredictable. He could yell, he could cry, he could laugh and he could dance and there was nothing anyone could to switch this madness off. The end of another year was near. And you would have assumed that since he had spent so many years, decades, centuries around this castle, the end of yet another year wouldn’t affect him so much. But it did. He felt that something was wrong. Students will be off to their families.

He would be left with some teachers and the headmaster. And let him tell you this, this lot was boring. Teachers did not care about lonely tapestries. And headmaster did not care about his needs. For all they knew, he was a happy tapestry. And yes he was a tapestry but with the feelings of a normal living walking person. Barnabas left the seventh floor. His ogres were scattered all over the castle visiting other tapestries that had ogres. He was alone.

During his search for a place full of memories, Barnabas laughed, chuckled, yelled at passing students when he was passing through some tapestries. He wrinkled his nose, he even faked coughing. Nothing could switch off the insanity just so he could cause everyone to pay attention to him. Barney arrived at a room full of shiny things. Ah yeah the trophy room. He hasn’t been in here in a while. And for a good reason. Every tapestry at the walls had in front of it a display filled with shiny trophies and badges.

*coughs*

There was only one girl in there and Barney wondered what she was doing. Immediately though he forgot all about the girl and concentrated on her question. “Sure you can miss, tell me a good story make my boredom go away. Or you could dance for me. Do you know how to ballet?” there she had it coming. She asked for it and he could not be blamed for taking the chance.

[Twila Wilde]

((Your invasion is welcomed, Barny. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wub.gif) ))

For a moment, Twila was confused. Where was the person who’d made the sound? After all, sounds didn’t come from nowhere? Unless … what if the dungeons were collapsing and the castle was slowly crumbling?! Run for your lives! She was just about to spring towards the exit of the trophy room when she saw the tapestry. Fidgeting with the hands that still held her wand behind her back (sure, there had been no evidence of Twila’s failed attempt to mark the shiny, but she felt guilty nevertheless) she tilted her head at the man. “You’re bored?” she repeated.

“But, don’t you have important things to be doing? Lost students to redirect or … whatever it was you were made for. Surely you have a grand purpose! A mission!” Twila hadn’t ever been addressed like this before, so she was wondering if something was wrong with the poor guy. After all, if he was resorting to something this out of the ordinary … what else could it mean?

She considered the tapestry’s request for a moment. Perhaps if she went along with his demands he would leave her in peace to finish her illicit activities with the trophies. “Ballet? I’ve not had any training in it … but I can try!” If there was a will, there was a way! Twila rose up in an attempt at a relevé, her arms in a childish (and slightly mocking) impression of a ballerina. She swooped low into a plié (her turnout was laughable) then twirled spastically. She’d intended to execute a pirouette, but her flailing arms put her off-balance. Not to mention that she’d rotated in the wrong direction. A moment before she might have completed the atrocity that attempted ballet, the girl’s arms flailed more – and she landed on the floor with an oomph! “Oops?” she said, looking sheepishly up at the tapestry. “Guess I need some practice,” she admitted, wondering what he would make of her failure.

[David Roiben]

Rube was once again on his way up down to the trophy room. Ever since the beginning of 2nd term, he had been scouring the room, looking for the names of his parents. Not because he cared, but he wanted to know what house they were in, as they had refused to tell him before he left. So there he was, walking down the corridor to the trophy room, when he heard a loud crash from the shiny room. He ran into the room to discover his friend Twila Wilde lying on the floor. “Twila! What happened!?” He looked around quickly; there must have been some reason for her to have fallen. And Barny was in one of the tapestries on the wall! “Oh, hey Barny. Do you know what happened to Twila?”

[Barnabas The Bar...]

Lost students to redirect? What was he a traffic sign? Or maybe that girl thought he was a police officer cleverly disguised to a ballet dance a la renaissance? Pfff whatever… “No I do not have important things to be doing relating to this castle I am afraid. I have artistic duties yes but my ogres decided to take mini vacations and can’t find them…actually no I can’t be bothered chasing them around. I am TOO important to chase trolls and other ugly creatures around.” *flaunts*

Barney sneezed and thankfully he wasn’t able to transfer polluted bacteria from his tapestry to the students. “What are you doi---- OH!” He mouth opened as he watched the Gryffindor landing on the floor after a terrible (yes we have to admit that this pirouette was a terrible one) execution of a ballet move. “You okay there?” he asked not really carrying about the safety of the girl but being where they were, he just needed to ask to make sure. He also did not added a further comment on her poor muscle-less arms. And even if he did what would he exactly say? Your arms need to be trained? Possibly her entire body needed to be trained since obviously couldn’t support her.

And then voila, David something ravenclaw student appeared. And what sort of question was that…What had happened to the girl? “Oh my dear boy I happened!” and of course HE happened. He was the only important thing / semi-alive creature that worth anyone’s attention. The dusty old trophy room was exactly what he described it to be inside his head. Barney frowned and threw a disapproving look towards the ravenclaw. Kids these days they couldn’t even recognize CHAOS if they stand right in front of it. Barney turned around seeing that either way his help was no really needed not that he could do a lot of things…perhaps yelling or managing to bring someone from the hospital wing but oh boy who goes down there right now. No these two ickles should learn that life is hard. And this was the only freaking way to learn it.