Well, you could try getting lots of people who feel the same together and banding together and squibbing anyone who says things like that? I could join since I squib most people anyway and wouldn't mind you using the common room for meetings and stuff.
That is a decent suggestion; I will discuss it with my associates. As a Prefect, your support with squibbing such prejudiced applicants will be appreciated.
Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld Betrothed to the Maou Hufflepuff
*delivered by green dragonlet/fire-lizard, warded to stink-bomb nosy buggers and go blank*going_stagAugust 6 2006, 05:05:45 UTC
My Dearest Thorne,
I send this to you by way of a wonderful dragonlet that a fellow Gryffindor loaned me. She has nine. Now you don't have to worry about the dirty birds. And she says if I'm willing to come to a class she's teaching on how to take care of the dragonlets, she may let me have an egg when one of hers lays some. So I may not have to borrow one of hers again.
I have sent a bushels of letters off to every hag I could think of, and some general letters too. And sent letters to the papers. But I think it's time we put up fliers before Ahnpy Ceeh comes looking for you. I didn't think we'd find any here but you seemed to have found someoneBut there's no way to get Ahnpy a phone, mate. He's half-wizard, half-troll and lives in a cave. As I understand muggle telephones they need wires and cables and well, there won't be any running of muggle machinery through Hogsmeade just for Ahnpy. Maybe you can convince this Ms. Swann to use owls? Or Floo powder
( ... )
Re: *delivered by green dragonlet/fire-lizard, warded to stink-bomb nosy buggers and go blank*wolfram_jyariAugust 6 2006, 05:51:19 UTC
Mr. James Potter,
Stop trying to copy my hobbies! It's cute from a younger person, but someone with your maturity (physical, anyway) should have a stronger handle of himself. The only reason you're interested in dragons is to try to show me up, admit it! Well, shows what you know. I'm still the one here raising a dragon, and I think the poor thing will need to be rescued from your grip if you even tried. Perhaps that could be your friend's way to help a dragon!
But who is this Gryffindor girl? Would she let me Is she nice? I am concerned for the dragonlets in her care
( ... )
Re: *delivered by green dragonlet/fire-lizard, warded to scream 'Wolfram' for nosy buggers and go blwolfram_jyariAugust 6 2006, 07:07:26 UTC
Mr. James Potter,
Stop bragging about your access to dragons, Name-mocker, it's unbecoming. Very few people could pull such a thing off and still remain likable. Speaking as a master, allow me to write that you do not have the skill. And there will be no we. I will not help you solve Sirius's quest! If that's why you're writing to me you can stop writing right now I'd be very dissapointed in your friend's lack of creativity
( ... )
I'm sorry you feel offended by some of the new applicants, but since the school is open to everyone I'm not sure there's a whole lot I can do about it. Have any of them ever threatened you in any way?
You can stand with me and my kind, saying that you and the Hufflepuff House will not tolerate bigotry. Hufflepuff is supposed to be an accepting House, that is why it will make an excellent base for the DDL.
Congratulations!
Prefect Yubari Gogo has already said I could do it and you cannot take it back.
Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld Betrothed to the Maou Hufflepuff
PS: Prefect Yubari Gogo might have already fixed it, but thank you.
*Floo to Wolfram. James head in flickering flames*going_stagAugust 10 2006, 07:43:14 UTC
"Dearest Wolfram, are you there? Thorne? Don't make me pout at you, Thorne. My pouting's terrible. And I have a bottle for you. It's well, I put sugar in it for you. So it'll be sweet. Ok so it's half a bottle. But it's part of my secret stash and you wanted to share and I don't think you like fire-whiskey very much. And I've got a case here.
Thorne where are you? Why aren't you right by your fireside like a respectable friend?"
Re: *Floo to Wolfram. James head in flickering flames*wolfram_jyariAugust 10 2006, 07:52:48 UTC
It was quiet for a moment before the left door bashed open, and Wolfram strode into the room. In bare feet. And a nightie. The sword he was holding and the burgandy dragon wrapped around his shoulder did do well to make him seem more intimidating, however. "James!?"
He looked around, and then startled at the figure of his friend in the fireplace. He knew of floo powder, but he still wasn't used to it. He walked as if wearing full uniform, stopping to kneel on the ground in front of it. "Be quiet! What if Yuuri actually heard you calling me that? And... you can deliver drink through the flame?"
Re: *Floo-ed Platonic Passions*going_stagAugust 10 2006, 08:10:44 UTC
At the very mention of Yuri's name, James frowned. It was automatic and it was enough to distract him, momentarily. But Wolfram had a dragon on his shoulder and it sort of actually matched his...
"Is that a nightie? You wear a nightie to bed, Thorne?" James smiled. "Cute. Weird, but cute, mate. The frills suit you. Though the little bow's just a touch girly. Just a touch, mate. But it's not like I know nightie fashion."
A hand appeared in the flames, moving a flask up to James' mouth and he sipped. Then seemed to remember about the half-bottle of his special stash. "Oh.." This time a hand held up something that looked yellow-green in the flames instead of the deep green it should have been.
"Put a cushioning charm down on the floor mate, and I'll chuck you some."
Re: *Floo-ed Platonic Passions*wolfram_jyariAugust 10 2006, 08:25:37 UTC
Wolfram didn't make the connection and thought for a moment that James was frowning at him. Well, he was going to wear a nightie and he was going to be cranky. If James called on him in the middle of the night, that was what to be expected!
"Of course I wear nighties to sleep." He crossed his arms. "What do you wear? And it's not weird at all! It's a perfectly normal looking nightgown." He moved under his dragon to play with the bow in question. "And this is mostly for practical use. Gilandren likes to chew on it."
The dragon craned his neck to look at the fire, and Wolfram carefully pushed him back. "I haven't learned that charm yet. If I want someone to fall to the ground, I want them to fall hard." He set his dragon so Gil could walk on the floor, and stood up.
Re: *Floo-ed Platonic Passions*going_stagAugust 10 2006, 10:45:31 UTC
"Helping? Oh, that'd be ... thanks, mate. I'd ask Pa-Sirius, but they were like his parents too. If I have both of you to help..."
Then, very very softly. "I miss them." After a moment, he smiled. "I think Mum would have liked you...eventually. I know Da would have asked all sorts of questions about your method of government and whether or not your humans are oppressed and asked about wars and mandates of liberty and culture, when your country was formed, and...I don't even know what. All the information I think doesn't matter, he'd want to know and he'd listen and argue and win points or lose points."
It was obvious he missed them.
"Wait a minute, did you say you have a daughter?" He asked surprised, remembering the earlier part of the conversation he hadn't actually digested until now.
Re: *Floo-ed Platonic Passions*wolfram_jyariAugust 10 2006, 20:03:27 UTC
He nodded, continuing to drink from the bottle and then lied down on his side. The carpet was comfortable for it, though he momentarily had the drunk idea of using his tribble as a pillow. While making himself comfortable, he muttered, "It will be a wonderful service. Everything you'd want. I'll make Gilandren cast fire and we'll owl all their friends... everyone who knew them. Unless you don't really like them. Hogwarts will be put on hold." A fire seemed to want to fight through the mist the Green Dragon cast in Wolfram's eyes, but another drink quickly doused it
( ... )
Re: *Floo-ed Platonic Passions*going_stagAugust 10 2006, 22:17:52 UTC
"I watched my parents get older. Everything gets old, Wolfram. Everything. It's about the time you spend with them. That's what makes things alright. If you lose that time, you lose everything."
He paused staring into the fire, mellow and not really sad but reflecting. "You worried your little girl won't know you? I know I've been disappointed, mate. I've a son, but I didn't have a chance to be a father. Don't know if I'd have been good or not. Hope so. My Da was splendid. I'd have wanted to make him proud."
He smiled half drowsy, half mellow. "Prouder than a vicious bunny rabbit."
Re: *Floo-ed Platonic Passions*wolfram_jyariAugust 10 2006, 22:53:13 UTC
"But you didn't watch them grow old and surpass you while you stayed the same." Wolfram began to look worried. Would that be Yuuri's plan? To adopt humans out of the goodness of his heart only to leave Wolfram to love them while the Maou dallied for months in Japan? And then to watch them die? The insensitive fink!
"I know she'll know me. I'm worried I'll know her. That's one of the reasons that demons and humans, or even half-humans, shouldn't get too close. Even the loved ones bring us pain." He made a face at his emotional whines, and looked up again. "I know you made him proud, James! I like you, and that's a very difficult thing for someone to achieve. That means you're a remarkable person, and your father had to have known that."
And then his lips twitched. "Bunnies are vicious? Don't you worry, Name-Mocker. Point me to the fluffy, four-legged floppy-eared fiend who wronged you, and I will make it right again."
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Well, you could try getting lots of people who feel the same together and banding together and squibbing anyone who says things like that? I could join since I squib most people anyway and wouldn't mind you using the common room for meetings and stuff.
Love,
Gogo x
P.S I'll look for a spell to fix it. ^_^
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That is a decent suggestion; I will discuss it with my associates. As a Prefect, your support with squibbing such prejudiced applicants will be appreciated.
Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld
Betrothed to the Maou
Hufflepuff
P.S. Good.
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I send this to you by way of a wonderful dragonlet that a fellow Gryffindor loaned me. She has nine. Now you don't have to worry about the dirty birds. And she says if I'm willing to come to a class she's teaching on how to take care of the dragonlets, she may let me have an egg when one of hers lays some. So I may not have to borrow one of hers again.
I have sent a bushels of letters off to every hag I could think of, and some general letters too. And sent letters to the papers. But I think it's time we put up fliers before Ahnpy Ceeh comes looking for you. I didn't think we'd find any here but you seemed to have found someoneBut there's no way to get Ahnpy a phone, mate. He's half-wizard, half-troll and lives in a cave. As I understand muggle telephones they need wires and cables and well, there won't be any running of muggle machinery through Hogsmeade just for Ahnpy. Maybe you can convince this Ms. Swann to use owls? Or Floo powder ( ... )
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Stop trying to copy my hobbies! It's cute from a younger person, but someone with your maturity (physical, anyway) should have a stronger handle of himself. The only reason you're interested in dragons is to try to show me up, admit it! Well, shows what you know. I'm still the one here raising a dragon, and I think the poor thing will need to be rescued from your grip if you even tried. Perhaps that could be your friend's way to help a dragon!
But who is this Gryffindor girl? Would she let me Is she nice? I am concerned for the dragonlets in her care ( ... )
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Stop bragging about your access to dragons, Name-mocker, it's unbecoming. Very few people could pull such a thing off and still remain likable. Speaking as a master, allow me to write that you do not have the skill. And there will be no we. I will not help you solve Sirius's quest! If that's why you're writing to me you can stop writing right now I'd be very dissapointed in your friend's lack of creativity ( ... )
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I'm sorry you feel offended by some of the new applicants, but since the school is open to everyone I'm not sure there's a whole lot I can do about it. Have any of them ever threatened you in any way?
Yours,
Kaylee Frye
ps. I shall fix it myself!
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You can stand with me and my kind, saying that you and the Hufflepuff House will not tolerate bigotry. Hufflepuff is supposed to be an accepting House, that is why it will make an excellent base for the DDL.
Congratulations!
Prefect Yubari Gogo has already said I could do it and you cannot take it back.
Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld
Betrothed to the Maou
Hufflepuff
PS: Prefect Yubari Gogo might have already fixed it, but thank you.
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Thorne where are you? Why aren't you right by your fireside like a respectable friend?"
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He looked around, and then startled at the figure of his friend in the fireplace. He knew of floo powder, but he still wasn't used to it. He walked as if wearing full uniform, stopping to kneel on the ground in front of it. "Be quiet! What if Yuuri actually heard you calling me that? And... you can deliver drink through the flame?"
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"Is that a nightie? You wear a nightie to bed, Thorne?" James smiled. "Cute. Weird, but cute, mate. The frills suit you. Though the little bow's just a touch girly. Just a touch, mate. But it's not like I know nightie fashion."
A hand appeared in the flames, moving a flask up to James' mouth and he sipped. Then seemed to remember about the half-bottle of his special stash. "Oh.." This time a hand held up something that looked yellow-green in the flames instead of the deep green it should have been.
"Put a cushioning charm down on the floor mate, and I'll chuck you some."
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"Of course I wear nighties to sleep." He crossed his arms. "What do you wear? And it's not weird at all! It's a perfectly normal looking nightgown." He moved under his dragon to play with the bow in question. "And this is mostly for practical use. Gilandren likes to chew on it."
The dragon craned his neck to look at the fire, and Wolfram carefully pushed him back. "I haven't learned that charm yet. If I want someone to fall to the ground, I want them to fall hard." He set his dragon so Gil could walk on the floor, and stood up.
"Throw it to me. I'll catch it."
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Then, very very softly. "I miss them." After a moment, he smiled. "I think Mum would have liked you...eventually. I know Da would have asked all sorts of questions about your method of government and whether or not your humans are oppressed and asked about wars and mandates of liberty and culture, when your country was formed, and...I don't even know what. All the information I think doesn't matter, he'd want to know and he'd listen and argue and win points or lose points."
It was obvious he missed them.
"Wait a minute, did you say you have a daughter?" He asked surprised, remembering the earlier part of the conversation he hadn't actually digested until now.
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He paused staring into the fire, mellow and not really sad but reflecting. "You worried your little girl won't know you? I know I've been disappointed, mate. I've a son, but I didn't have a chance to be a father. Don't know if I'd have been good or not. Hope so. My Da was splendid. I'd have wanted to make him proud."
He smiled half drowsy, half mellow. "Prouder than a vicious bunny rabbit."
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"I know she'll know me. I'm worried I'll know her. That's one of the reasons that demons and humans, or even half-humans, shouldn't get too close. Even the loved ones bring us pain." He made a face at his emotional whines, and looked up again. "I know you made him proud, James! I like you, and that's a very difficult thing for someone to achieve. That means you're a remarkable person, and your father had to have known that."
And then his lips twitched. "Bunnies are vicious? Don't you worry, Name-Mocker. Point me to the fluffy, four-legged floppy-eared fiend who wronged you, and I will make it right again."
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