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Post by telepath on Aug 8, 2005 21:14:20 GMT -5
Bored, Shannon walked the halls of Hogwarts, looking at the many marvelous paintings hanging on the walls. After walking awhile he stopped at a window and looked out across the grounds. He then opened the window for a breath of fresh air. Looking down, he saw a first year asleep, lying up against the castle. Feeling a bit mischevious, he pulled out his wand.
"Hydrosia," he whispered. A large ball of water appeared 3 feet away from the tip of his wand. He moved the ball out the window and positioned it above the first year's head. Once it was in position, he closed the window and stood back. Shannon released the water ball and it dropped, straight down onto the first year's head. The poor kid woke with a cough and was yelling, wondering who did it.
Laughing histerically, Shannon walked away, totally enjoying his afternoon.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Aug 8, 2005 21:22:19 GMT -5
Professor Dumbledore sees Shannon do this, and walks up to him.
"Good afternoon Shannon. I see that you are having fun? Even making up your own Spells. It's good to see that you have a growing mind at least."
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Post by telepath on Aug 8, 2005 21:24:08 GMT -5
Shannon's face turned white as he heard Dumbledore's voice behind him. He turned around, "H, hi Professor. You saw that, huh? Just a little harmless fun," Shannon made a nervous smile.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Aug 8, 2005 21:30:40 GMT -5
Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes, I did see that. Do not worry. I am not here to punish you. I just want to recommend that you do not do that often. The other Professors may not be so lienient."
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Post by telepath on Aug 8, 2005 21:35:31 GMT -5
Shannon was shocked, "Yessir! Thank you, sir! I'll make sure not to, sir! I'll be on my way then." Shannon ran off, still quite nervous and rather glad he had gotten off so easily.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Aug 8, 2005 21:38:19 GMT -5
Professor Dumbledore leaves the hallway after Shannon runs away. He is impressed though, that he had created his own spell.
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Post by Hayden BlackHeart on Aug 11, 2005 18:14:02 GMT -5
Hayden was waiting outside Professor Trelawney's room for her to arrive. To his unforture, he was related, though not by much, to the crazzy old woman. On his mother's side. She was a far removed aunt. He sighed and leaned against the wall, sucking on a Vampire lollypop.
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