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Post by harry on Sept 21, 2009 16:10:59 GMT -5
Harry made his way up the familiar front steps of number twelve Grimmauld Place and knocked twice on the door. He waited about two whole seconds then opened the door to walk in. He didn't know why he ever even knocked. He guessed it was the polite thing to do. He walked over the threshold and just the door loudly behind him so that the Black family knew that somebody was here. Harry then said very loudly, almost screaming, "Hello! He stood there standing for a second just looking around. It wasn't like he had never seen the place. Just merely something to do.
The small, skinny boy then started climbing up the old worn out stairs, wondering if anybody was up there. Even if there wasn't anyone here, Harry, still planned to hang out here. His house seemed to get boring quite fast. He reached the top step then cried out again, "Hello?"He paused for a moment before continuing down the hallway.
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Post by Jay Leon Black on Sept 23, 2009 16:21:30 GMT -5
Jay had once again dragged himself to the confines of the East Wing of the house. There were many different random hallways to explore, and he never had enough time. He'd never met anyone up here before-- neither of his parents, Jared, Astrid--, not even a houself. It gave him solitude, and he didn't plan to give that up for anyone. He sat down in a corner and pulled a thin parchment from his trouser pocket. He scratched a quill against it and snapped his fingers once or twice. Five minutes passed, and he grew bored now. He sighed, streched his legs and continued onward out to the main part of the house.
When he passed the Grand Staircase, he looked right instantly when he heard a footstep. "Hello? Jared?" He squinted down the creaky stairs and looked a little harder at the figure in the doorway. "Harry, mate? That is you, isn't it." He smiled and moved down to greet him.
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 24, 2009 18:38:58 GMT -5
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The screaming portrait of Walburga Black made Astrid's eyes open a crack, and she mumbled a word that would have made her mother very angry. She looked at the curtains- which she had forgotten to shut- and sighed, getting out of bed and rubbing her eyes. She sniffled, sliding her feet in her slippers and padded out of her room. Her jaunt in the rain the other day had left her with a cold, but as she had yet to see her mum, she had merely been dealing with it. She had locked herself in her room and tried to sleep it off, avoiding her family, especially her father- who was shoddy at healing potions.
"What the hell...?" She snarled, wandering down the stairs and tugging on the curtain with her entire strength.
"MISCREANT FILTH! YOU ARE NO BLACK! YOUR MOTHER-" Astrid rolled her eyes. She wanted to suggest that they put a permanent sticking charm on her mouth, but she was sure it wouldn't work.
Now that peace and solitude was somewhat resumed, she went back upstairs to see what had started the yelling. She could hear Jay talking to someone, but she wasn't sure who it was. If it was Jared, she'd smack him for waking her up. "Do you mi- Harry." Astrid sniffled, blinking at her "brother". "When did you get here?" She ran a hand through her hair, attempting to comb some of the knots out, but it was no use.
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