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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 28, 2007 20:52:20 GMT -5
Mudbloods. One of the most aggrivating things to pure bloods like Draco Malfoy, who now stood right outside of Hogwarts Castle with an apple in hand, his bleached blonde hair flowing slowly through the wind and his robes flowing as well. He stood with his 'possey'. The ones that came back in time with him. He looked around amongst the small group. Crabbe. Goyle. Parkinson, and a few others of his own house that came back with him. He'd call him his friends, but he couldn't do that. Part of the reason they came back with him was on Voldemort's orders, the other part was that they liked what he had to give, which he didn't mind, they had his back.
A smirk appeared upon his face as he lifted his hand with the apple and took a rather large bite out of it before lowering his hand with the apple, chewing slowly. He watched the people walk by him and his group with a rather disgusted look upon his face. he couldn't believe that this many mudbloods walked the halls back in his father's day. He had heard alot from his father about how many were here in his day though he just thought that he was.. going a little over board with it all. Licking his lips he bite the apple once more before chewing and spitting it out as he saw Harry Potter. "There he is boys.", he spat, pointing at him.
Wait. This wasn't Harry Potter. It was someone else that looked distinctly familar to Harry Potter. Thinking for a moment as he leant his head back and continued to watch, Draco shifted his posture. "That isn't him. Who is it?", he demanded as he turned to Goyle, then to Grabbe, shaking his head. "You two are pathetic. Why did the Dark Lord send you guys back? You two are identical baboons.", he spat out once more, before raising his own blonde eyebrow. "It's Potter's father..", he thought allowed, chuckling loudly to himself. "It's surprising to think that 'ol Harry isn't an orphan right now. He's not even born. How about we keep it that way..?", he suggested to his pals, slowly decending the steps towards where the group stood and chatted.
As the walked, he felt a shoulder brushed against his and he scowled brushing his shoulder off. "Watch it, Mudblood.", he spat angerly as he crossed his arms and looked at her. "Blaze, Wolfe? Wait a minute, Crabbe, Goyle, it's dog girl!"
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Post by Blaze Wolfe on Jul 28, 2007 21:22:09 GMT -5
It was rather disgusting. The style of the girls back then! Honestly! White lipstick, white eyeshadow. The long, straight hair that made their heads look oddly round. It was odd to Blaze. She never wore lipstick, her eyeshadow was an actual color (when she wore any) and her hair was naturally curly, framing her face instead of making it look oddly round. She sighed as she passed a young woman who wore a headband that virtually didn't match any article of clothing on her body. A hufflepuff. She could tell because she had classes with the girl. She was actually quite bright with exception of this fashion no-no.
Still, the girl carried on whether her thoughts about the fashion sense of girls in this time were picking at her or not. She didn't really have room to talk. She wore faded blue jeans, a "Poison" t-shirt from the muggle band and some old sneakers. A weekend. Who honestly wanted to dress up like a little school boy or girl on the weekend? Certainly not Miss. Thang (Blaze). However, there was one odd child that stood out from the rest. A boy in a robe with bleach blonde hair and an apple in his hand... She'd been walking, not even noticing who she'd run into and when she turned to apologize, she immediately swallowed the words when she saw just who it was. She was going to let out a smart remark when that name caught her acute hearing.
A snarl took frame on Blaze's face as she studied the boy. He would have been devastatingly handsome had he not slicked his hair back all the time and constantly wore an evil smirk. Also, if he wasn't such a git. All the other students seemed to have departed, making it fairly quiet. Stepping forward, Blaze closing the distance between them to mere inches, she reached up slowly and patted his cheek.
"If it aint FERRET boy. Remember that, Malfoy?"
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 28, 2007 22:22:26 GMT -5
"If it aint FERRET boy. Remember that, Malfoy?"
Draco clenched his teeth and felt Blaze's hand raise up and at first he thought she was going to slap him though when she smoothly touched his cheek in a cute babyish way his anger rose, raising his own hand and slapping hers away. "Don't touch me with such filth on my such pure skin.", he spat out angerily lowering his own arm and watching her for a moment before turning to his friends and smirking again. "Do you believe that? Dog girl touched me. Ahh, Ahh!", he joked as he threw himself on the floor and rolled around quickly, crawling on his hands and knees and huffing like a dog. "I'm turning, i'm turning." he said loudly.
And then he finally realized exactly what she had said to him before he had began.
"What did you say??", Draco asked, though in a demanding tone of voice as he closed their gap even more so. His hand flew down into his pocket and brought his wand out. "I don't believe I heard you correctly.", he said once more, his wand hand raised in the air and the tip of it pointed directly at the young girls nose. He smirked a bit, glaring at her as coldly as he could to make her feel the anger in his mind. He was angry, no doubt, beyond angery. He couldn't believe the nerve that the girl had in calling him such a name.
"When that happened the crazy bastard had a lucky one on me and thats why he's now dead. He wasn't important enough, and wasn't 'bad' enough to stay alive long enough to see that the Order will fall. Voldemort will once again rise to power, just like he had, well, now. You already know that it's the end. So why don't you and your friends go back into the future and get ready to die, OR. I could just kill you myself, right now. Wouldn't that make things much easier..?", he asked simply, smirking quickly as he lowered his wand a bit and poked her in the chest. "You know, you really need those to grow a little more. I might like you. "
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Post by Blaze Wolfe on Jul 28, 2007 22:32:23 GMT -5
The turning thing hadn't so much annoyed her as the touching had. His disgusting hands had touched her chest. Of all places. The anger boiling inside her could no longer be contained.
The girl dropped to her knees before getting on all fours. Slowly, her eyes fell shut and and her head fell to face the floor. He body stiffened and as she raised her head and opened her eyes, her pupils were no longer full and round, but thin slits, resembling the feline dubbed trait.
Her fingers stiffened on the ground, pressing firmly against it until the tips turned white. They curled beneath her hands, the skin forming to her palms before becoming shorter versions. Where the joint of her fingers used to be, small slits opened and out were forced several sharp claws that tapped the ground, creating a light clicking sound. Further up, her jaw and nose had grown out about an inch and a half and her nose flattened, becoming pinker. Her teeth grew, sharpening quite a bit until it looked as though they could tear through steel.
Her eyes, however, remained unchanged and the same brilliant green they always were. Further on, her ears had now topped her head, folding flat back against her skull until they had shaped to become more pointed and defined. A moment later, they perked up, shifting slightly as they got used to the sudden change. They had now become more acute to the surrounding noises.
Down her back, it back shaped to become more flat, and on her lower back, a tail had tightly coiled. After a moment, the tail unraveled and swung wildly in the air behind her. Her back legs had shortened and bent the opposite way, her feet shifting to touch the ground. Small slits had assembled where each toe had been, silvery sharp claws tapping the floor, creating another short clicking sound.
Finally, where the girl's cheeks had once been, long, silvery whiskers brushed out, touching her neck a moment before springing up stiffly.
The entire transformation had taken less than three seconds to complete and when it was finished, in place of the kneeling girl, a full grown tigress had formed, it's white fur standing out against the green grass, the black strips covering it's coat like a jail cell.
With a fierce roar of anger, the tiger dove forward and bolted toward the laughing bleach blonde git.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jul 28, 2007 22:53:37 GMT -5
Draco smirked a bit as he watched her and then when she got down on the ground, his laughter went even further, turning his head to the side. "Alright boys. Got popcorn? She's going to act it out for us.", he contineud to chuckle as though nothing was happened, because he had fallen on the ground, clutching his own stomach and his eyes closed as he continued to laugh at this. He didn't know what was funnier. Her getting that angry, or her actually acting it out infront of him and his friends for their pure pleasure. That, he liked.
As his laughter shortened, Draco rolled over onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees with his hands, before straightening up and raising a hand to his hair, making sure that it was perfect again before turning to his friends. "Alright. That was too funny.", he told them with a quick nod, but seeing the look on their faces made him spin quickly around on his heel, his own blue eyes widening as he took a quick gulp, he couldn't believe what he saw.
The girl was transforming into something Draco hadn't yet known. Of course he sure didn't want to take any chances. Slowly backing away, he allowed a small chuckle to fall from his lips before falling back into his friends, who stood their amazed as well, though bedazzled expressions upon their faces as well. "How about we just..go..", he suggested, his voice soft now though he never took his own eyes off of the transforming girl, he was amazed.
Draco's eyes widened even further as a tiger stood infront of him where the girl had been previously. Suddenly fear struck him and the words that he had said to her were now regrettable. He stood there stunned to his own placement where he stood. He watched the tiger, and as soon as it leapt towards him he quickly fell back, hoping that his own friends would catch him but at this time they were already long gone, so he fell back onto his bottom.
Pushing himself up as fast as he could, Draco took off in a dead sprint towards the stairs of the castle hoping that someone would see him and atleast help him a bit, though he didn't count on such a thing. His arms waved in the air as he ran and his hair flew back with the wind. He yelled and screamed as he ran but never a tear fell from his eye. He threw himself onto the steps, though tripped and fell again, adrenaline pumping through his own veins as he struggled to get himself up. Once done so, he pushed himself to run faster, and finally found himself at the top step, where he continued to run, but again as he did so he fell face first onto the ground.
He threw himself up once more and looked frantically, and saw that there was a ledge, and if he could jump far enough, he'd grab onto a branch, and hoist himself up into a rather high tree. So he did so, he couldn't do anything else. He ran, right foot first and jumped into the air, he began to feel a happiness in his stomach as he soared through the air. He was going to make it. He felt the branch, though both hands slipped and he fell five feet down onto the ground, laying back first, and groaning in pain.
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