Yo!

I'm a little late, aren't I?

'Ello Fade!

You're not late, I've been lurking around here for ages. XD But I just started doing two other RPs, so I'm going to be slow at checking this.

Lol, alright! If you're busy then I won't bother you with an RP.

This reminds me of our roleplay, but I've been scared to continue it because I've been trying to make everything work perfectly. X'D

Oh yeah, I remember our RP! I'd really like to continue it, but take your time. I know both of us are pretty busy with lots of other RPs right now, so maybe it's better to take a small break from it.

I'd still like to continue soon. Two of my roleplays are limited to Friday and Saturday, so I'll have a lot more time in the week to roleplay. The problem now is making the cover, which will be hard because art block.

And I think I'm just going to scrap my idea of making everything flow perfectly. It's not canon after all, so it's okay if things get hectic. XD

In that case, I'm happy to continue it as soon as you're ready with the cover. :) I haven't really planned anything out myself, though I might have a couple of ideas for later on. I personally prefer to just wing it with roleplays rather than planning everything beforehand, sometimes it's more fun that way. X)

Alright! That's definitely true, I think I'd enjoy it more if we didn't follow a plot. You're welcome to throw in more characters whenever you want!

I might just do that. I have quite a few characters who need developing, including some who I've never really RPed with. I need to draw or make refs for them before I can use, though.

Will you be using other characters in this RP, too?

I have no clue. I might just make up a character on the spot to throw in, depending on the circumstances.

I'm curious to know what characters you may throw in. Ones I don't know much about, by any chance? *^*

Probably, since as nobody really knows much about any of my human characters. XD I might just take ones that aren't being used for anything else and toss them in at some point, as long as you're OK with that.

Pazzia might be one I'd consider using, though... I've only ever used him in one RP, and that was over two years ago.

Ooh, I can't wait! I'll probably try and balance the sexes and throw a girl in. XD

Yeah, that might be a good idea. XD I remember the same thing happening in my Shacklestone RP when it first started out. Every character was a guy, until people noticed that and started putting girls in.

Sorry, I had to brb then forgot about this chat. xD

Goodnight!

re// That's my goal with Raven, make him hated xD

Yeah my character's are freakishly tall sometimes, I think my tallest is 7'3? lol, I try and balance them out with more average heights, just can't help but love tall men though

legs

SMOOTH Yellow BUTTER.

ok herewego ssswsss

---

Mary looked up as she felt a drop of rain. //Darn,// she thought to herself. //Oh well. I can get home before it gets any harder...//

(or WILL SHE
dun dun dUn)

whoops lmao
shORt
waasn't sure how 2start thou

(uh hey wait
what scene are we doing
or what time period is this in
aLSO WHERE THE HECK IS MARY NOWW

yoU CANT JUST WEITE A LITTLE BIT LIKE THAT AND NOT TELL ME ANHTUUNG THATS GOING ON_)

(wewre doing them getting stick in raiin
itls just a litle bit zfter thelast one we did
ahe's wealking? somewher?

and iidunno whrre moopy is. foollwing her or somethngg

(oooo okkden
i will reply when i get backk)

moopy

Alastor Moody paused on a street corner, withdrawing his wand and looking around carefully to ensure he wasn't being followed. He was on his way back home after an Order meeting, but as he refused to Apparate directly from Grimmauld Place (not wanting to draw suspicion to that area) he was walking to a safe spot where he could disappear unnoticed.

Just as he was about to start moving again, his magical eye caught sight of a short humanoid figure walking along the street some distance away. It looked... oddly recognisable.

Keeping his wand pointed, he limped over to them, using the splattering rain noise to mask his clunking footsteps. When he was close enough, he poked his wand into the figure's back and growled, 'Hello, Mary. This is very similar to how we first met.'

Mary gave a small yelp of surprise and turned to face him, backing away slightly. "Alastor? Oh goodness, you scared me. But yes, it is a lot like when we first met..."

She gave a little hum, thinking back to the day she was caught hanging around outside Grimmauld Place and later invited to join the Order.

'Where are you off to?' he asked, contemplating using a charm to keep the rain off them both. But at that moment a lone Muggle walked by on the opposite pavement, and he hastily stowed his wand away in his pocket. 'It's not the best weather to be out for a nice stroll.'

"I was just on my way home from a bit of shopping in Diagon Alley," she replied. "I thought I'd be able to make it back before the rain actually started... what about you?"

'On my way home,' he replied. 'I was at a meeting that just ended.' He looked her in the eyes and seemed to hesitate for a moment, before adding, 'Er, you can come back with me if you want, just for a few minutes. You should be able to Apparate safely from my house to yours.'

(i probably should have written 'Also on my way home' there whoops)

''I'd love to,'' she responded with a warm smile. ''I've been wanting to know where you live... uh, did that sound creepy?''

(yEEp
ihad to rush that one bcause breaskfast was ready
but creepy mary-

'Coming from anyone else, it would,' he said. 'Anyway, come over here a minute.' He turned and started walking along the street, heading for what looked to be a narrow alleyway, the walls around it plastered with graffiti. 'Can't Apparate out here in the open.'

She walked after him into the alleyway, trying to see what some of the graffiti said. There were several names, an insulting message that she couldn't help smirking at and something written in faded blue chalk that seemed to read, "TH X KS" with a couple of messily-drawn hearts underneath.

(i dunno who those ppl are
i just like making Graffiti Details

Moody paid little attention to the graffiti messages, though for a brief moment his magical eye flickered towards the rude one. 'Here,' he said in a low voice, offering Mary his arm. 'You don't know where my place is, so I'll have to guide you.'

('offering an arm' sounds weird)

(i forgot to tell you i have Drawn fluffy maroody again
i like to putthem in different poses n stuf
hh snuggles)

(heres my arm!! what, you wanted it to still be attatched? oh...)

Mary took his arm. She wouldn't say it to him, of course, but she liked holding on to him. It made her feel a little safer.

(short but sweet-)

(hello
I'm on here posting weird stuff so I'll just reply here)

Moody took a final glance around the alleyway before Apparating them both into darkness. When the world reformed, they were standing on a cobbled path leading up to a rather nice-looking little cottage. It had a thatched roof and wildflowers in dozens of different colours grew in the grass all around it.

'Here we are,' he said, looking down at Mary to see her reaction.

Mary simply stared at the cottage for a moment. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it wasn't this. And she loved it.

"It looks so /friendly,/" she finally said with a silly little grin on her face. "I really like it!"

(fun fact: I didn't know what to make Moody's house look like so I took the adorable cottage idea from someone's fanfic story heheheheh)

The Auror let out a slight chuckle at that. 'It's not the sort of place anyone would expect me to live in - that's why I like it.' He set off up the garden path, his metal leg clunking loudly against the cobblestones. 'Want to come in and have some tea or something?'

(also, i just noticed this scene has changed from 'they get stuck together in the rain' to 'mary goes to moody's house and they drink tea yaaaay')

(ooOoo
the person that came up with that idea is a good person)
(and rip- we need something rain-related in here if you still feel like doing the rain stuff?)

"Of course," she replied, looking down delightedly at all the different flowers as she followed him. "...Also, I just randomly thought of this, but does that leg rust? Do you have to make sure you dry it?"

(also i have some ver cute thing planned for the end of thus scene-)

(we can still do the rain thing but i cant think of a way to make it happen)

He gave her a slightly odd and also slightly amused look. 'No, it's spelled against damage. Both magical and non-magical. And I don't know where you get thoughts like that from.' He reached the front door and unlocked it with a spell muttered too quietly for Mary to hear, before pushing it open and letting them inside.

(oooOhh cuttte stuf)

(hmm idunno
they're indoors now so unless the roof blows off the rain wont be a problem)

"I don't know where most of my thoughts come from, honestly," Mary said, going inside. She wanted to see if the inside of the house looked as nice as the outside.

'I figured that.' Alastor locked the door behind her and trudged off in the direction of the kitchen to start making some tea. The interior of the cottage was quaint and tidy, with soft carpets in the living-room and bedrooms, and smooth tiled floors in the other rooms. Most of the walls were painted a light cream colour, and the furniture looked old and slightly tattered, but everything had a homely feel to it.

(by the way, mummum just randomly sent me an email saying, 'Cornelius Fudge is dead')

Mary curiously went to explore the place. //Maybe It's even cosier than my own house,// she thought.

She tested the sofa (it was satisyingly comfortable), poked around some cupboards, then went to look at the bedrooms.

(wHAT
i was so confused for a second
r.i.p though

Moody set about making tea for two. As Mary poked around the cottage, his magical eye followed her through the walls, watching everything she was doing. Not that he was worried or anything - she'd proven herself trustworthy, and there was nothing dangerous that she might run into by accident. He supposed he was just curious. He didn't really know why she was so interested in his house, but strangely, it was quite nice to see. Nobody besides him had ever been in here before...

(R.I.P.
he was 91)

Mary went into a bedroom and continued to explore in there, soon coming across a small, empty notepad lying on a shelf. There was a quill and some ink next to it. She glanced around shiftily - not that she'd know if Moody was actually watching her - and took the notepad and quill. She flipped to a random page and started writing.

(hehehue-
she cannot resist the urges)

The tea was finished by then, and Moody picked up both cups (not the ones Mary had written on, sadly) and clunked slowly up the stairs to look for his guest. He wasn't looking into the bedroom at that moment, otherwise he would have seen her writing in his notepad - though even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to see /what/ she was writing from that angle.

Once she'd finished writing, Mary put the quill down and read through everything. Half of her was pleased with it, and the other half was thinking, "Honestly Mary. How old are you, twelve?"

The page read: "Hi - Mary was here. You should write in this more often it's got nice pages. This is also a nice room. You're a nice person. Okay bye" with what used to be a little love heart at the side, but was now a hastily scribbled-out blob.

(mary oh my god youre so immature)

(pfffhfffh why mary)

At the top of the stairs, Moody spotted the bedroom door hanging wide open and started towards it. 'Mary!' he called out. 'Are you done with whatever you're doing in there? The tea's ready.'

Mary jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly put the notepad back on the shelf. She left the bedroom and, trying to look as if she hadn't been doing anything unusual, reached out to take her tea with a small "thank you very much".

He glanced down at her suspiciously. 'Were you looking for something?' he growled as he started to head slowly down the staircase, leading the way back to the living-room where they could sit down to drink their tea.

"Nothing - just sorta glanced around and stuff," she said a little too quickly, following close behind him. "I didn't touch anything, in case it was important,"

'I'm not sure I believe that,' he said, sounding almost amused. 'But it doesn't matter - there's nothing in there that's worth anything.' Reaching the living-room area, he settled down on the largest sofa and nodded for her to sit down beside him. 'Tea all right?' he asked, as he stretched out his metal leg and rested it on a convenient footstool.

(I just got to 3 hours 19 minutes on something and reached the playback limit)

(Nuuuu the limitsss
i also wrote a short sadd fluff---)

Mary took a cautious sip of the tea - it was rather hot - and sat down at his side. "It's great," she responded cheerfully. "Y'know, some people seem to have some natural tea-making talent..."

He made a 'hmph' noise and drank some of his own tea. 'I don't know about that, but I haven't needed to make any in ages - so I thought I'd check.' His magical eye flickered back and forth to look into different rooms of the cottage as he spoke.

(nooo why a sadd one
i'll look later or tomorrow)

(it has a happy endinggg)

"Don't you just make tea for /yourself?/" she asked, watching the magical eye spinning around (it still facinated her). Her mind was still on the notepad, and what he'd think if he found that page she wrote on.

'Not very often,' he replied, taking a sip of the still scalding-hot liquid, and then glaring at it when he nearly burned his tongue. 'In fact, I usually don't drink it unless someone else makes it for me. I'm too busy.'

(random fun fact: when I originally created him Larrus was partly inspired by Moody
and Astrid by Luna Lovegood sort of)

"Oh, that's... kinda sad. No-one should be too busy for tea," she said, then added thoughtfully, "Well, I suppose you can be too busy for tea if you're not too busy for other nice things."

(really mary where do these thoughts come from)

(Oooo because Astrid is a bit different and she's happy and she doesn't really care what people think of her
and larrus is just the grumpy one with some parts of him missing

Moody was quiet for a few moments as he tried to figure out exactly what she was saying, then gave up and started blowing on his tea instead.

'Did you say what you were up to earlier?' he asked to break the silence. 'Something about Diagon Alley, from what I remember.'

(and Larrus is kinda paranoid and likely to stab you if you creep up behind him
and Astrid is... blonde)

"Oh, yeah - I was doing a bit of shopping." she confirmed, carefully drinking some tea. "And that reminds me... I, uh, saw some things. And I sort of just had to pick them up..."

She delved into her pocket and pulled out two little animals made of glass - a corgi and a hawk.

(sTAB
blondes
wait no dont stab blondes--

The Auror set his half-empty mug down on the table and turned his attention to the tiny figures. 'You bought those?' he asked, knowing what the animals were supposed to represent. He reached out automatically to take the hawk figure from her, then paused and glanced up, wordlessly asking permission.

(NO STABBING ASTRIDS)

"Yep... had some spare money... and here, take it," she smiled, passing the hawk to him. "You can keep it if you want, or I could keep it safe or something..."

'I'll hold onto it for now,' he said, taking the tiny hawk and inspecting it carefully. He then pulled out his wand and cast a couple of spells over it, presumably to detect curses. 'Did you notice anything off about the shop you got them from? Or the shopkeeper?'

(oh cool you can still do that)

"Well, they were literally the only ones there, which... was a weird coincidence, I guess," she said with a small shrug. "There were other animal figures and stuff, but none quite the same. And then... no, I must've imagined that bit..." she frowned slightly, looking closely at the tiny glass corgi.

(reply to comment on storything:
y e s
moody probably has to deal with mary crying about stuff quite often

maybe uhh
something bad happened, or she suddenly noticed that she failed at life, or her dad told her that she failed at life, or she got really worried about something
idk)

'Imagined what?' he said sharply, examining the glass hawk carefully from all angles. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, and it wasn't carrying any dark magic. But what a coincidence, Mary walking into a shop and just happening to pick up two figures that looked exactly like their Patronuses...

"Well, the shopkeeper... gave them a really weird look," she admitted, starting to look rather guilty. "Like he might've known something strange about them... or who made them. "

Moody hummed in acknowledgement. 'Well, it's certainly strange. But I can't seem to find any curses or poisons on them, nor any other spells that could cause harm. If someone was trying to make you buy these, it wasn't so they could kill you.' He set the glass hawk down on the table beside his mug, which he picked up and continued to drink the cooling tea inside.

"Maybe it was because they wanted to, I dunno, somehow... um." she paused to drink some tea, then finished very quickly and quietly, "Somehowmakeuscloserorsomething."

She half hoped he hadn't heard the last part.

iM An ANGeL WitH a sHOTgUn

'...I don't see how a couple of glass animals would do that,' he replied bluntly. 'Assuming that was their goal.' He continued to eye the hawk, not really paying much attention to what Mary was saying. He was trying to puzzle out why someone might have wanted her to buy these figures. Despite knowing there was probably no way to be sure, his calculating Auror's mind wouldn't stop thinking about it.

(no you're noot)

"Hahaha, mhmm, yes, it's such a stupid sort of goal anyway!" Mary exclaimed flusteredly, then went to take a mouthful of tea and accidentally spilled it down her front. She hastily pulled out her wand and cleaned it up with a charm.

(mary. no. oh my goodness. learn how to act normal)

shi.tguns

Moody watched her out the corner of his eye, suppressing a grin when she somehow spilled tea all over herself. //I wouldn't say that's a stupid goal,// he thought, leaning back more comfortably on the sofa, still looking at the miniature hawk and corgi. //In fact, I wouldn't mind it at all...//

He then quickly berated himself for getting sentimental and concentrated on his own tea.

After removing the tea stains from her shirt, Mary went quiet for a short while until she absentmindedly pointed her wand at the two animal figures and started playing with them, making the hawk fly in circles above the corgi as it jumped up, trying to get to it.

The Auror watched her charming the glass animals for a few minutes, then withdrew his own wand and made the hawk swoop even higher, its sharp beak opening to let out a silent screech. It almost seemed to be laughing at the corgi jumping around on the table below it.

The corgi stopped jumping and looked up longingly at the bird, its tail wagging. Then it ran across the table and climbed up onto the rim of Mary's cup which she'd left there. It crouched, then leapt up as high as it could in the hawk's direction.

The glass hawk hovered in mid-air and observed the tiny dog trying to reach it. Instead of flying higher, it dived downwards, avoiding the corgi's paws and landing a little further along the tabletop, where it began to casually preen its wings.

The corgi watched the hawk while Mary picked up her tea and finished the last of it, then Transfigured the empty cup into a small pretty-looking shell, which the dog picked up in its mouth and walked cautiously over to the hawk.

(mary you cant just turn peoples cups into stuff
mary youre getting too into this game--)

Moody gave his wand a little flick, and the hawk's fierce-looking head snapped up to regard the dog imperiously as it approached. It didn't move, but folded its wings and jerked its head slightly, almost as if beckoning the corgi over.

The dog excitedly padded over and dropped the shell at the hawk's feet. It looked back up at the bird, wanting to see if it liked the present.

Lowering its head, the hawk prodded curiously at the shell, before grasping it with a hooked talon and dragging it across to the other side of the table. It gazed at the offering for a moment longer, then hopped back over to the corgi and nudged at it with its beak in an affectionate sort of way.

(love stoey 19/10)

(TRU LOEV)

The corgi nudged the hawk in return, then lay down on the ground and didn't move again, Mary not knowing what to make it do next. She was also grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying herself.

Moody put his wand back in his coat pocket, and the hawk stiffened and stood upright, becoming a motionless glass figure once again. The only difference was that its right wing was now stretched out over the corgi's shoulders, as if about to hug it.

He chanced a look at Mary, noticed she was grinning, and after a moment he grinned back. 'Well,' he began, then paused, not actually sure what he'd been planning to say.

"...Well... that was fun." she said happily. She didn't really know what to say either, so she just shifted closer to him and gave him a loving hug.

(hh mary hhhh--
she's honestly so close to blurting out her feelings right now-)

Moody stiffened in shock for a moment, then told himself to relax. //For Merlin's sake, you should be used to this by now,// he thought irritably. Then, seeing as Mary was still clinging to him, and he didn't actually want to push her off, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and hugged her in return.

(aa gshh this is all so cute
what would i do without this)

She continued to cuddle him in silence for a few seconds, then looked up at him and asked, "Hey, um... Alastor? I need your opinion on something... it's important."

(hmmmh i dont know
what WOULD you do without this)

'What?' he asked, not looking down, but watching her expression intently using his magical eye.

(s u f f r)

"OK, so imagine you want to tell someone something really important. Something pretty personal. But you're not sure how they'll respond, and you want to kinda... do it the /right way,/" she explained. "What do you think is the best way to tell them?"

Moody thought about it, then gave a small shrug. 'I suppose I'd wait until a moment when it... felt right?' he suggested somewhat awkwardly. 'Or wait until the person in question brought up the subject first. I'm not an expert on things like that, Mary.'

"Hmmmm. When it feels right... OK." Mary gave a thoughtful nod. "I'll have to do that because I don't think /the person/ is likely to bring up the subject first... thank you for the help."

(oh my god
does she REALLY think she's being inconspicuous)

'That's fine by me,' said Moody, not voicing any of the suspicions he was having at that moment. He glanced down and realised with surprise they were still sort of hugging. 'Uhm, so don't you need to get back home, or...?'

(mary, master of disguise!!)

"Oh, uh - yeah, probably," she said, not trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. She reluctantly let go of him. "I'd love to come round again sometime. And thanks for the tea and everything," she smiled at him as she picked up the tiny glass corgi from the table.

(don't wait for me, i'll reply at some point

when i can think of something to write

probably in the morn' or later if the internet's still on)

(o alrighty
im gonna go to bed now anyway

i'm just going to say that those were some /good cute interactions/

(yes very cuuute
even with Mary being a Terrible Actor)

(tonks: hey mad-eye someone has feelings for you!
moody: oh ok
mary: so hehehe you're really great
moody: thx
mary: i got you a heart stone
moody: cool
mary: look, our patronuses
moody: oo
mary: how do you tell someone important stuff COUGHthatyoulovethemCOUGH
moody: idk

he just doesn't get the point)

(i don't know who's worse
Mary for being incredibly obvious, or Moody for not realising she's being incredibly obvious)

mary: yOURe so cOOL I LIKE YOu a LoT
moopy: aw thats nice

'You're welcome to come back whenever you want,' he replied gruffly, standing up. He inconspicuously slipped the glass hawk into his pocket, intending to go upstairs and hide it in his bedroom later. 'You'll be able to get here fine by yourself, won't you?'

"I think so," she replied, getting to her feet. She tapped the little shell with her wand and it turned back into a teacup.

"So, uh... I'll be heading off now... take care, 'mkay?"

'I always do,' he replied as if it were the stupidest question in the world. He pulled out his wand and began to walk with her to the front door, in case there was anyone waiting outside to ambush them.

"Yeah, I suppose you do. I'm probably the one who needs to be more careful." She chuckled, looking out a window as she went past it. It was no longer raining.

'I won't argue with that,' he said amusedly. Following her gaze, he looked out the window and was somewhat thankful not to see anyone lurking outside his house. 'You going straight home from here?'

(amusedly is a word now i decided)

"Yep." she replied simply. Suddenly, her mind went back to the notepad. //Oh wow, what was I thinking? I can't just write stuff like that in other people's stuff! I can't- ouch!//

Not paying attention to where she was going, she'd hit her foot on a chair leg.

amusedly confirmee
put in dictionary

Moody gave her a quick glance, then once he'd ascertained she was relatively unharmed, growled: 'Try not to die before you even get to the front door, Mary.'

He led them out to the front hall and unlocked the door in question.

Mary didn't respond, but stepped out the door with a slight limp.

"So, uh, yeah. Bye," she said, smiling at her Auror friend. She dropped her tiny glass corgi into her pocket to keep it safe.

He nodded briskly, then paused, looking for a moment like he was considering hugging her. //...No. That would seem odd, coming from me.// So he clapped a hand over her shoulder instead and smiled slightly.

'Get back quickly and safely. And I expect you see you again sometime soon.'

(all those broken-up slashes)

ripp
also aAAAAA he aLMOST hugged her
if he actually does at some point shhe's going to be so shocked)

"I will, and I'll definitely come to see you again soon," she said fondly, then gave him a final little wave of goodbye and Disapparated.

whoops
e saissee you again
shh3 sais see you again
WE SEE UU AGAAAN

(he will.... eventuallyyy

also we should timeskip/sceneskip now)

(oooHoo
alrighty soo two scenes i remember are
-they get snowed in somewher
-mary takes moody to meet her parents

ther r also all the other suggedtions we had)

(let's do the snowed in one
but we have to come up with a reason why they cant magic themselves out

ooo maybe they're fighting deathmeaters in the snow outside moody's house(?) and both of them are disarmed and they run into the house to hide and the deathmeaters trap them there)

(ooooo yes that works
and they're sorta stuck in there
/andthenmoodyislike 'heyifoundthatpageyouwroteon'/

ye can start this timm)

Alastor Moody had a feeling this fight was going to go badly almost as soon as it started.

He and Mary had been ambushed by a gang of Death Eaters (right outside his house, no less) and once they'd been surrounded and his wand was Expelliarmus'd out of his wand, he realised there was only one way they were both going to survive.

Not waiting to give their enemies a chance to finish them off after disarming him, he grabbed Mary by the wrist and pulled her inside the cottage, slamming the door and locking it behind them.

(*OUT OF HIS HAND)

(O NO! HIS WAND WAS SHOT OUT OF HIS WAND! O HECCCK)

Mary, panting slightly and looking quite scared (and cold), was staring out the nearest window at the Death Eaters. "They won't be able to get us in here, right? How long do you think they'll stay...?"

(i reply at dawn

not really)

(okie dokee

Moody locked the door and eyed the Death Eaters circling outside with a scowl. 'There's no chance of them getting in here,' he growled. 'There's more wards on this house than on the entire Ministry of Magic, for starters. But we could be in here for a while.'

He limped off angrily towards the living-room, magical eye staring fixedly at the Death Eaters.

"Ah. Hmm. Hopefully not TOO long." Mary followed him, looking uneasily over her shoulder at the Death Eaters still standing around outside in the snow. //Though at least we're stuck here together, eh?//

Upon reaching the living-room, Moody pulled all the curtains shut and reached into his coat for his wand. He went suddenly still as he remembered he didn't have it any more; it had been blasted out of his hand during the fight, and had most likely been broken or taken by the Death Eaters by now.

'Dammit!' he growled irritably. Then he unexpectedly rounded on Mary. 'Do you have your wand?'

(make her not have it >:))

(ohoho >:D)

Mary checked in one pocket. //Not there... the other one, them.// She checked in the other. //Nothing, must be in my OTHER-//

She then remembered she didn't have another pocket, and therefore did not not have her wand.

"Er..." she said, her expression a mixture of embaressment, guilt and fear.

He stared at her in complete disbelief for a moment, then swore loudly and turned back to stare furiously through the curtains. 'So neither of us have wands, and we're stuck in here with twenty dark wizards standing outside.'

//Come off it,// he told himself. //This isn't the most dangerous situation you've ever been in, and it's not like they can get inside the bIoody house.//

(yo i posted some more krap on your account)

Mary looked away, feeling rather ashamed or herself. //They didn't even have to use a spell on me, I just threw my da.mn wand away by myself.//

"I, uh. Sorry. What do we do now...?"

(ooooo okii
ill see it
when its loaded)

(i saw eeeet)

Moody finally turned away from the window and headed over to the nearest sofa. 'Not much we can do except wait,' he said. 'I can't send a message to the Order.' He sat down with a slight hiss of pain and pulled back his left coat sleeve to inspect a long, bIoody wound underneath. 'Dammit, I thought I'd blocked that.'

(by the way, just so you know, you can throw another character into shacklestone if you ever want to
everyone else is making more)

She went to sit beside him. "Deary me, that looks painful," she commented, looking at his damaged arm with a concerned frown. //If I could do a quick healing charm, it wouldn't be a problem...//

(oooooh okii
ill have to think of who to use)

'It's fine, don't worry,' he growled. 'Hold on a second.' He stood up again and went into the kitchen to rinse off the cut under the tap. 'Are you alright?' he added, raising his voice to be heard over the running water.

(hmmm
well your current three characters just kinda... follow other people around
so you could have someone who prefers to do stuff on their own
or an ebil person who works for Sargon because I could use more evil people

OR maybe someone who's trying to bring down the ebil people)

"I think so," she responded, checking herself for injuries. "Except for several scrapes here and there... I did sorta get knocked backwards onto some stone... oh, /ouch,/ yep - definitely grazed the right shoulder quite badly."

(mary's rambling 10/10)

(hhhhmmm i kinda wanna use jeremy but he's too similiar to the other guy with armin/ivy
maybe ill use skipper?? he'll have a mask??

From the kitchen, Moody made a noise to indicate that he'd heard. A few seconds later, he came back and sat down beside her, holding a roll of white bandage. 'Seems like losing our wands is the worst thing that's happened,' he said.

He started to unravel some of the bandage, then paused, realising it would be sort of difficult to tie it around his arm with only one usable hand. 'Er, could you give me a hand...?'

(hmm i dunno
you have to think about what the character will be like to RP with... will Skipper really have much to do besides hang around and be kinda creepy?

i like jeremy but he might be a bit too similar, even their names are

hmmmmmmm)

(i'm tempted to say JUST USE JEREMY BECAUSE HE'S AWESOME but i dunnooo)

"Oh, right," she gave a quick nod and took the roll of bandage, wrapping it gently around his arm.

Suddenly a very strange thought came into her head. //Maybe I should kiss it better, dear...//

She lifted his arm a little as if she was actually going to do that, but hurriedly put it down again. "There you go, all fixed up," she said, smiling.

(maryy you weirdoo

He eyed her oddly for a second like he actually knew what had gone through her mind, but the look disappeared so fast it might not have been there at all.

'Cheers,' he said, placing the roll of bandages on the coffee table and lying his injured arm across his lap. 'Do you want tea, or...?'

(hrmmm probably not

aaaa i wish i could use jeremy
but i suppose mr g will have to wait for another day

Not really noticing the look he gave her, she replied, "It's cold, how about we have some hot chocolate for a change? I'll make it, though - don't want you moving that arm too much."

Of course, she knew he'd be able to cope with making hot chocolate, but she wanted to do him a favour.

(i could suggest other characters?

hmm

i will in a minute when i can remember people)

(okie dokeeee
suggest some b e a n s)

'I'm hardly a cripple, Mary,' he growled irritably, but then relented. 'But if you want to do it, then go ahead.' He leaned back on the sofa and shot another look through the window with his magical eye; there were still at least fifteen cloaked figures lurking outside, apparently deep in discussion.

"Just trying to be nice," she said with a small shrug, getting to her feet. She headed off to the kitchen, and once she was there, realised that she didn't know where anything was.

And so, the great search for hot chocolate ingredients began.

She looked through cupboards and on shelves, she peeked in the fridge, and managed to gather up everything she needed. /Almost/ everything.

//Does he have marshmallows, I wonder?//

(Hmmm well there's Lochan but you said you dont care about him anymore
there's those Nikki and Flora people
or there's illusion, he could be a dragon shifter with powars

or...
- Oliver (little boy who wants to help people)
- Delizia (nurse who maybe works in that hospital)
- orrrr you could do what I did with Armin and make a new character specially for the RP

ok im done writing now)

Once he was done spying on the Death Eaters outside, Moody turned his attention to his kitchen, which Mary was apparently raiding for ingredients. He contemplated telling her where everything was, but decided it was more fun to watch her hunt for them.

Once she had finished gathering the essential items but still seemed to be looking for something, he cleared his throat and said, 'Everything alright in there?'

nikki and flora: perhaps! i like themm and theyre best friends but theyre pretty much opposites
illusion: hed be kinda awkward? trying to get the grils?
oliver: mayb?
delizia: mhmmmM i like her too
new peep: maybe i could think of a body :>

(a body?
a dead body?)

"Oh, uh - everything's fine," she told him, hastily getting down (half-dropping) a pan from the shelf and pouring some milk into it. "Just looking for a little something extra to go in it..."

(ya! a Die Body
also when i was writing 'getting a pan down from the shelf' i somehow nearly wrote 'down from the sheldon'
end me)

'What would that be?' he asked, somewhat suspiciously, as he listened to her clanking around in his kitchen.

(Sheldon is a kitchen appliance confirmed)

She hesitated, then said whilst leaving the milk on the stove top to heat up, "Marshmallows. I know you like them."

'Oh,' he said simply. Secretly, he was somewhat flattered that she even bothered to remember strange things like that.

'They're in the highest cupboard. The one above the sink.'

She made a small noise to show she'd heard and went over to the sink. She reached up to open the cupboard, but not even when she was standing on tiptoe could she get to it.

She looked around the room and spotted a wooden crate. She turned it over and placed it below the cupboard.

Moody, who was now alternating between watching the Death Eaters talking outside and eyeing Mary in the kitchen, narrowed his eyes when he saw her pulling up a box to stand on. 'Be careful,' he said warningly.

"I will," she promised, stepping up onto the box and opening the cupboard. She took out a bag of marshmallows, closed the cupboard again, and got back off the crate. She then went back to making the 'chocolate, humming cheerily to herself as she did so.

The Auror stayed silent after that, waiting for her to be done.

Once she'd finished, she took both drinks and walked back into the living room. She passed the one with marshmallows in it to Moody, and then took a seat next to him with her own 'chocolate.

'Thanks,' he said, accepting the mug. For a minute or two he just watched the miniature marshmallows drifting on the top, then he took a sip and glanced towards the window again. 'I think we could be trapped here for quite a while.'

"Oh well," Mary said, also glancing at the window - not that she could see through the curtains. "Nothing we can do about it. You just carry on doing what you normally do in here, and I'll try not to bother you too much."

He drank his hot chocolate thoughtfully for a moment, then said, 'If you end up having to stay overnight, there's a couple of spare bedrooms upstairs. Not sure why I have so many, but they should be safe.' Inwardly, he wondered why he was so comfortable with the idea of her being in HIS house. He hadn't had guests over since he moved here about ten years ago. Maybe it was because...

No, that couldn't be it.

(//loud screeching//
oR COULD IT BE)

"'Kay, thanks," Mary said. She paused to drink some of her hot chocolate, then asked, "Hey, which bedroom is actually yours? Just curious."

He gestured vaguely to the upper landing. 'The first one on the left of the hall,' he replied. 'There's another one further along that side, and a third one on the right. I chose the one closest to the stairs.' He took a long swallow of his drink and fell silent. His magical eye was still staring fixedly at the curtained window.

"Hmmm. That's a good thing to do. No point in walking all the way to the end of the hall when you can go close to the stairs..." Mary said thoughfully.

If she did have to stay the night, she'd probably take the one she'd left notepad was in. Perhaps she's write her thoughts in it. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember which room that was, and Moody could've moved it since she was last here.

HA ha *left the notepad in

*she'd
what was i doing

Moody made a small noise of acknowledgement. He didn't speak up again until he'd drunk the last of his hot chocolate, at which point he stood up and limped into the kitchen to put the empty mug away.

'Why don't you go up and pick one, then?' he suggested. 'And let me know if you need anything.' He was determined to be at least a somewhat decent host, given that this was the first time he'd ever had someone stay over.

Mary stood, finished the last of her hot chocolate, and followed him into the kitchen. "Okay, I will - thank you very much." she responded as she left the empty mug on the counter.

every1 b drinking the last of their hot chocolate yo

He took her mug and dropped it into the sink along with his own. 'While you're doing that, I'm going to keep an eye on the Death Eaters,' he growled, walking out and heading over to the front door. He wondered vaguely if there was any chance he could steal a wand from them somehow.

(DRINK ALK RHE HIT CHOCOLATE

anyway im going to youtube seeyaa)

As Mary walked out after him, she had another strange thought. A peculiar urge to do something.

She saw him standing there, and quick as a flash she reached up as high as she could and just managed to pat him on the head.

Then she made a run for it, all the way up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms.

'Mary, what--' he started, but she'd already hurtled off up the stairs. He stared after her in disbelief, then huffed and turned away. She wasn't out of his sight obviously, but he decided not to spy on her and continued on his way to the front hall instead, absently reaching back to smooth the top of his hair where she'd inadvertently ruffled it.

Mary halted and looked around the room she'd ended up in. It just happened to be the one she'd walked into the last time she'd been there. //Might as well stay in this one,// she decided.

She went and sat on the bed. Her grazed shoulder seemed to be aching in a way that small scrapes usually didn't, but she ignored it and instead thought about what she'd just done, and burst out laughing.

(i'm planing on doing an interesting thing with mary's small injury?
so basically she had been hit with some dark spell that sorta poisons you
and it makes her weaker over time
and moody notices and has to get some kinda antidote

h m)

(maybe but
what kind of antidote
and will they even have access to it while they're stuck here)

Outside, most of the Death Eaters had left - undoubtedly to return to Voldemort's side - but a small group of them were still lurking around in the snow, eyeing the cottage suspiciously. It was obvious they'd tried to break through the wards but had been unable to do so. Moody glared at them through the door, wishing he knew what they were up to.

Suddenly, four of the hooded figures moved to stand together and raised their wands, shouting some kind of spell. Immediately a great pile of snow rose up and thudded down over the front of the house, completely burying the door and most of the windows. The impact made everything tremble slightly.

(just some potiony
maybe either
1. there's some somewhere in the house but nobod remembers quite where
2. they dont have it, they have to wait until they get out, and moody sorta has to take care of mary in her weakened state?)

Mary stopped laughing. //Did I imagine it, or did everything just shake a little?//

She got up and left the room. "What just happened, Alastor?" she called as she walked downstairs.

(ehh i'll say he has a bunch of potions somwhere and one of them is the antidote
i mean he's bound to have a stock of anti-curse thingys all over his house)

(okiii dokeee

He turned away from the front hall, looking slightly disgruntled. 'They've snowed us in,' he growled, gesturing to the window. 'Go and have a look.'

She went over to the window and peeked out. Sure enough, it was completely covered by snow. "...Isn't that bIoody brilliant..." she said bitterly. "Now they can all go home and celebrate because we can't even open the door."

'It'll melt eventually,' he replied. 'Or if we're missing too long, someone from the Order will come looking for us.' //Though they're not going to have a clue where we are.//

He didn't say that bit out loud. The last thing he needed was a potentially panicking Mary Lotus in his house all night.

(i legit nearly typo'd that as 'kissing too long'
help me)

(aaaA
the order people came because they were kissing too long
mary/moody: *kissing*
order: lol what u doing
moody: get out of my house
order: srry)

"Well, I guess we'll be okay," Mary said, though she didn't sound completely certain. She stopped glaring at the snow-covered window and turned to face Moody, flinching slightly at the pain in her shoulder.

'Well, we aren't going to die in the next twelve hours,' he growled, making a mental list of how much food he had left in the house. Not much, seeing as he was always away working and barely found the time to sleep in his own cottage, let alone eat full meals. He glanced at her, eyes narrowing suspiciously. 'You all right?'

"Oh - yeah, yeah. I'm fine," she told him. "Just a scratch I got when we were fighting. It'll heal."

He didn't look any less suspicious, but nodded anyway and turned to head off towards the kitchen. 'Well, I suppose I'd better look for something we can eat,' he announced. 'Anything in particular you want? Or don't want?'

He glanced inside one or two cupboards at random, not really remembering where he'd put anything.

She thought for a moment.

"Hmmmm... I like noodles." she said simply. "Mostly anything that has noodles is okay. But if you don't have noodles, then you can pick something, I'm not too fussy."

mary X noodles 10/10 would (not)ship

Moody was quiet for a moment as he rummaged around in all the kitchen cupboards. Then he pulled out several packets of noodles which were probably a few months past their Best Before date, but he chose not to tell her that. 'Shouldn't be a problem,' he said, holding up one of the packets so she could see, then setting about cooking them.

(i've looked at the word noodles too many times and now it makes even less sense)

"Ah, yes. Noodles," she said happily, watching him. "Noodles never fail to please me, dear--" she then stopped suddenly. "...y me! Yay! Noodles!"

She knew it still sounded weird. //For Merlin's sake, why did I just call him 'dear'?!//

(y es
spam noodles until you melt your brains from noodle confusion)

Moody had turned the tap on to clean something just as she spoke, so all he heard was a vague noise that sounded suspiciously like 'dear'.

//It can't have been,// he thought, thinking back and trying to remember if she'd ever called him that before. Then he shrugged mentally and disregarded it, deciding he must have misheard.

He put the noodles into a pan and set them on the stove.

(i'm kinda having noodle cravings and i cant even remember the last time i ate noodles)

Mary's eyes followed him as he moved around the kitchen. She remembered that she /had/ called him 'dear' before, after she had rescued him and taken him to her own house. But he had been barely concious at the time and he probably hadn't noticed.

(i ate noodles a while ago
i dont really remember then though)

After a few minutes, the noodles were done. He spooned them into two small bowls, took them both and limped off towards the living-room couch, handing one bowl to Mary as he walked past her. He seemed to be lost in thought. //Did she call me 'dear' that time after we... probably not.//

(that first sentence is top-quality exciting RP material)

Mary held the bowl in her left hand as she followed him, as her right one had now gone quite numb.

//I shouldn't, but... I want to call him that more often. It's... sort of cute.//

(of course!!!! noodles make nice things happen.

He went over to the couch and settled down, resting his metal leg on a footstool. As they started to eat, he said, 'Have you got any family who are likely to be wondering where you are by now?'

"Maybe my parents," Mary replied, twirling some noodles around her fork. "Or my mum, at least."

'With any luck, someone will find us here soon enough,' Moody replied. 'Even if nobody realises what /happened/ to us, they're certainly notice we're not there.'

"Yep. Hope they don't think we died or something," she said lightheartedlly.

//I wonder if Mum would like my choice of love interest... I mean best friend... probably. She supports pretty much anything I do.//

(i remembered when illusion fell on ivy in evil party
then i drew mary and moody in that situation
its very awkward
havnt posted it yet

He gave her a look, probably because of her rather cheerful tone, but stayed silent until he'd finished his noodles.

Once the bowl was empty, he pushed it onto the coffee table and said, 'You seem to be enjoying being stuck here a bit too much.'

(oohh yeah i remember that

it's one of those love cliche things, 'wHOOPS I fell on ya eheheheh hey let's kiss on accident'

i wanna see if you do post it)

(aaaa
'lets kiss ACCIDENTLY on purpose')

Mary choked on her last mouthful of noodles. "What - no, no. I'm not enjoying this, I'm just... trying to look on the bright side!" She laughed in a slightly nervous way. "Yay... I'm stuck."

the thing
i posted ti

'Sure,' he said, throwing another glance towards the window - the front of the house will still inevitably blocked with snow. After a moment of silence, he added, 'What now?'

(he can't conversation)

"Er... what do you feel like doing?" she asked, leaving her empty bowl on the table. "What do you... do for fun?"

'I don't have a lot of time to do anything for fun,' he growled. 'Working with the Order is more important.'

In reality, he couldn't really remember the last time he'd done something purely for the fun of it. He was so often wrapped up in his duties for the Order of the Phoenix, but now he had nothing else to do - he was stuck in his house for the forseeable future.

(i've been commenting on stuff on your account because i'm too lazy to log out)

"Oh." Mary felt a small twinge of pity for the Auror. "That sounds really sad... well, uh, we could play a game or tell stories or - or I dunno, make cupcakes!"

(mary just wants him to have fun :'))

(hOW dareth you----

Moody was quiet for a moment, then he suddenly seemed to get an idea. 'Wait there a minute.' He stood up from the couch and went upstairs, his metal leg clunking loudly on each step and then fading into silence.

Once he was on the landing, he glanced around briefly before entering his bedroom. //Where in the name of Merlin did I leave it...//

Mary curiously watched him until he disappeared from sight. //Mmmhmm. Wonder what he's getting...//

Moody came clunking back down the stairs a few minutes later, holding a thin, dusty cardboard box and a small pack of playing cards. The box was mostly blank, but text on the front scribbled in black marker proclaimed it to be a draughts board.

'Remembered I had these lying around,' he said gruffly. 'We could play a couple of games, if you want.'

"Oh, yes, I'd love to," Mary said brightly. "How about some draughts(sp) first? One of my favourite board games, that is."

ahh
i was cORRect

He quickly emptied the contents of the box onto the coffee table and set about placing all the pieces onto the game board. 'Black or white?' he asked.

"I always use white," she replied, eyeing the little wooden pieces. "Dunno why."

'That's fine by me.' Once all the pieces had been arranged, Moody quickly took the first move, pushing one of his little black counters forwards.

Only his normal eye was actually looking at the game; the other remained gazing out the front of the house. It had barely glanced away from there all evening.

(i sorta have an idea for the future of this RP
we could merge it with the HP AU

so we can get MaryXMoody shipping plus story stuff with original characters)

(hhmmm? i guess so,,,,,,
but the timeline would be /really/ weird
like, there's all the original characters doing their stuff, then there's mary and moody, who were meant to be in the same time period as the books, and they know all the /other/ people from the books so would they have to be in there as well and wHaT eVeN TiMeLiNeS)

Mary carefully nudged a white piece forward, making sure there were other pieces behind it. She noticed how his magical eye stayed fixed on the front door, and glanced in that direction for a second. It was strange, it probably wasn't a good thing, but she almost didn't want the snow outside to melt. She loved it here, she loved spending time with Alastor.

(mm ok)

Moody moved his second piece, not really paying attention to WHERE he was moving them. //There must be some way to get a mesage through to the Order... Can't send a Patronus... Can't Apparate, not without wands... The Death Eaters probably enchanted the snow not to melt, so we're in trouble if we can't find a way to let everyone know we're here...//

(soz
i just dont really know how itd work prpperly)

Mary stared at the board for a few seconds, then noticed that she could jump over the piece Moody just moved. So she did, while smirking to herself.

(probably
i wanna do the HP AU though)

Lost in thought, it took Moody a few seconds to notice what Mary had just done. '...Clever,' he growled, sliding one of his pieces forwards so that it would be able to jump her piece if she didn't move it on her next turn. 'I was distracted. That won't happen again.'

//So all the main methods are blocked... Owls, maybe? No, we don't have one...//

(maybe we could just do it alongside this one??
or i guess we /could/ merge them if we leave behind most of the other canon characters, or just have em in the background somewhre)

Mary carefully inspected the board. Then she slowly moved a random piece, not seeming to notice that Moody could jump the other one.

(I don't know
we could do HP AU in another room but only if you're actually gonna remember to check back and reply)

After inspecting the game board for a moment, the Auror took his piece and jumped over two of Mary's pieces in a row, now putting him in the lead. He took the pieces away and looked up at her, waiting for her move.

Outside, there were faint rustling noises as the snow shifted itself against the house.

hey. gnna reply when i can think of one. we can do hpau in a room too. ill remember
also posted somethng i quite like
i tried doing the colour thing again w/ the tru loaves (y'know, where moody is blue and mary is pink)

She made a small "hmm" noise, then she took a piece and jumped the one he'd just moved.

(i'm gonna make her tElL hIm StUfF soon, maybe when they get out, or before that if a thing happens, idk
there needs to be...
l o a f

He pushed another piece along, then said, 'So, how long do you think it'll be before someone you know gets worried and starts looking for you?'

(alrightyyy
loaf

i'm just gonna say, once they've confessed love and whatnot i'm probably going to become less active in this RP
i'll still do occasional scenes if you want but i won't be doing it every day
i just want to do other stuff more)

"Erm... might take a couple of days," she said, nudging along on of the pieces she hadn't mpved yet. "They know I can take care of myself... or /sort of/ take care of myself. It'll be a little while before anyone starts worrying."

(oh and heres the injury thing i forgot about lol)
She was about to say more when she felt a sudden stab of pain in the entire right side of her body. She made a small, shocked noise. "Oh - oh, Merlin's flower-scented perfume - oh goodness, my eyes are going all blury..."

(Oo okkk
i have noticed you sorta losing interest in this,,,,,, and its fun but you need to do other stuff and idontwanttohavetokeepwhiningtomyfriendsabouthowimbeingselfishso-
we can still pop in sometimes tho?? to do stuff like mary taiking mopdy to herparents, or the barttle of 7 pitters, or a crstmas one
when we re not rping, im gonna thrive of my fanfriction yo--

*moved
oo! i type words! i write gud! aa

(mm this has been fun but i'm kinda getting bored of it now and am thirsting for more original stuff
we'll just do occasional interactions when we have an idea)

(also my responses are short right now because there's not a lot to write about during a draughts game)

He'd been about to move another piece, then stopped dead at Mary's sudden exclamation, his hand twitching towards his coat pocket before remembering he didn't have a wand anymore.

'What is it?' he demanded, scanning her for signs of injury. Had she been hit by a spell earlier that she'd been concealing all this time?

"I think someone must've hit me with a weird spell," she explained hurriedly. "I'm all numb and where I'm not numb I hurt and I can't see, I... am I going to be okay?"

She looked at him fearfully.

(hmmMm
imwant to try rping wit jeremy,,)

'Well, if it was an extremely dark curse, you'd probably be dead by now,' he said rather bluntly. 'Unless it's something meant to kill you slowly. Whatever it is, it can be cured.'

He added the last part in as optimistic a tone as he could manage.

'Do you remember the spell they shouted when they hit you? Or was it non-verbal?'

(yeah we should do a small test RP so you can try writing him
maybe on pictochat
or on here if we can find somewhere to do it)

"It... was non-verbal," she replied, attempting to keep her voice calm. "Er, maybe you can recognise it by the sypmtoms... or somthing?"

(hmm ye we could pictyrchat)

*symptoms lmaO

Moody made a small noise of acknowledgement. 'Most well-known curses can be recognised that way. What about the colour of the spell he fired? Did it look like a ray or beam? Or was it something else?'

While he was talking, he tilted her head back slightly so that he could get a good look into her eyes, noticing how large the pupils were, and how the colour seemed faintly off.

(wanna pictochat tonight? i haven't charged my ds so i don't know if it would last long)

(okie dokee(

"It was a like a purpley-blue lightning bolt, sort of," she told him. She looked at her reflection in his eyes, trying to see if she showed any visible signs of damage.

He nodded slightly, as if she'd just confirmed what he was thinking. 'I'm fairly sure I know what curse it was,' he said, 'but even if it was something different, there's an antidote that should take care of the symptoms. Come with me.'

He stood up from the couch and offered an arm to help her up, knowing that (if this really was the curse he was suspecting) she would probably be somewhat disorientated.

She gratefully took his arm and staggered upright. Again, she felt a little wave of pleasure. Even if she was slowly dying from a curse, she felt safe when she was holding onto him.

(nearly wrote cure instead of curse
dolore confirmed)

(dying from a cure
dolore is a death eater confirmed
NO WAIT
'Dolore' is two letters away from 'Doloros'
dolore is umbridge confirmed
umbridge is a death eater confirmed)

'Over here,' he growled, guiding her into the front hallway and towards a mystery door. It led them into a large room filled with shelves of every shape and size imaginable, all lined with books either on dark magic, combat magic, poisons, antidotes, or similar things.

In the corner, a small open cabinet held various bottles and test tubes of different-coloured substances, perhaps fifty altogether.

He glanced down at her. 'How do you feel now? The same? Worse?'

She looked back up at him - or in his general direction, at least. "Uh... about the same, I think? It's like... it's okay for a few minutes then suddenly it's worse."

(GOODTHEORY!10/10
Also
*hermione voice*
it's spelled "dolores"
sooo its only one letter away :O

(oooh I was trying to remember whether it was Doloros or Dolores)

(Whoops I'm still on your account)

I POSTE SOME GOOD :^)

'Hmm,' was all he said. Limping across to the cabinet, he started sifting through the collection of bottles in search of something. It looked like it wasn't going to be a fast process, judging by the sheer number of them... 'Let me know if anything changes in the next couple of minutes.'

"'Mmkay," she said nervously. She leaned against a wall and watched him, starting to feel slightly sick. //Urghhh. Just hold on, Mary... you will not be forgiven if you throw up on his floor.//

(i posted that... /thing/)

A short while passed before Moody came back over to her, clutching a test tube filled with a dark-blue substance that had a sort of lighter-coloured foam on the top. 'Here, drink all of this,' he instructed, unscrewing the cap and putting the glass tube into her hand. 'Brewed it myself a few months ago. It's a cure-all for most known dark curses that aren't instantly fatal.'

She took the tube, then she drank it all in a couple of swallows. "Ah... thank you," she said gratefully, handing the empty test tube back to him. Her eyesight was already starting to return to normal, and she didn't feel quite so numb.

(i just wrote a story bout these two
its just... a Lot of Emotions

(what kind of Emotuoms)

'No problem,' he said gruffly, taking the glass tube back over to the cabinet and carefully putting it away. 'Come on, we'll go back to the living room - you need to sit down for a bit.' He offered his arm to her again, though he doubted she would need any help walking anymore.

(theyre angry, then theyre sad, then they loaf eachother)

Though she probably /could/ walk by herself, she took his arm anyway. //Just another chance to be close to him.//

She felt the urge to blurt out all her feelings to him. Not yet, though... not yet.

(oooh ok
that's a lot of upping and downing)

Moody led her back to the living room couch, not asking whether or not she /could/ walk without support.

(ahhh internet byeee)

(yeppp
it was fun to write though
you get to see mary slapping moody in the face >:)
and internit No)

When she got to the couch she sat down. "Has the snow gone away yet?" she asked.

'No,' he replied. '...At least, not when I last checked.'

He shot a look towards the window with his magical eye, just to make sure, though he didn't really think the snow would've melted THAT quickly. Sure enough, it hadn't. 'I don't know how long we'll be here before someone comes looking.'

"Oh, okay," she said a little too cheerfully. "I might have to stay for the night. That'd be cool-- I mean, a SHAME!" she almost shouted, flailing slightly.

(mary loses her marbles 10/10)

i posted another awful creepy doodle page :^)

He glanced at her oddly, then aparently decided this was normal behaviour and just said, 'Did you already choose the room you wanted? It's getting late, we should think about sleeping soon.'

(oh god no)

"Yeah, I've picked one," she responded. "Also, uh... that notepad I left in one of the rooms... do you ever use it?"

(oh god yes)

He looked confused for a second, then realised what she must be talking about. 'Oh, that thing? Tonks gave it to me last Christmas. I never thought to use it for anything.'

"Ah. Well. I wrote in it a while ago," she admitted, "Can I... keep writing in it? I used to keep diaries a long time ago, and I'd sort of like to start a new one."

*coughs*
wrote more loaf story
no drama this time
just... milk?

flip flap flop flip flip flap flop flap

'You could just buy your own,' he pointed out. 'But fine. If you want to.' He shrugged and glanced towards the window, deciding that once Mary had gone upstairs he was going to attempt some wandless magic to break through the snow.

"'Mkay, thanks," she smiled. She was silent for about half a minute, then said, "I'm gonna... head upstairs now, if that's alright?"

He looked at her and nodded slightly. 'Go ahead. I'll be keeping guard.' As if to emphasise his point, he stood up and started towards the front hallway.

"Okay, dear," she said fondly, then realised she'd just called him 'dear' again and quickly left the room.

She found the notepad and quill, went into the room she'd chosen earlier, and starting writing things down.

Moody stood there motionless for a few seconds, thinking about what she'd just said. //OK, dear...// he echoed, then smiled slightly. //That has a nice ring to it.// He couldn't remember the last time anyone had spoken to him with such fondness; it had most likely never happened.

With Mary gone, he limped off towards the front door and glared at it for a while before trying a wandless spell to force it open. All that happened was that the snow outside shifted a tiny bit.

(hmmm i'm thinking about starting the Archipelago RP here with other people
probably not though
I can't run two RPs at once and the world/Jetbugs might require a lot of explaining)

(hrmmm idunnooooo
maybe someday, when shacklestone is finished? youll just have to find a way to explaim it)

Mary was quietly talking to herself while writing. "I wonder how long I'll be stuck here... I don't know... I want to tell him how I feel, but I'm so scared... urghhh. I dunno. What's life, what's death? Crab, maybe. ...I have no idea where that came from."

(answer: crb)

(maybe when i have less other things to do
or i'll just write a story about it
i still like Hurricanium and the Jetbugs and their world but we never actually did the RP we were supposed to so)

kk
mm no we didnt

brainded
i can't do any RPs right now except really stupid ones

(even if i do write a story about it we could still do an RP for the Jetbugs and things
but when we did it before i never thought you seemed... particularly interested)

(mmm,,,, i wasn't really sure what to think of it
i like the jetbugs and the world and stuff, just.,. i dunno.

(well
i guess i'll just write a story for it sometime
and then abandon it probably
or i'll start it here as a group RP)

you could do either
depends whether you want to have more freedom with it but probably abandon it, or the other way around

(hmmm i might just do a story and TRY not to abandon it buuut if i do, then I can start an RP and see if anyone's up for it.

Also i'm sure you're going to hate me for this but i don't think i can continue this particular RP anymore
i've gotten so busy with other things, and it's gone on so long that i've mostly gotten bored)

kkk

mhm? its fine, dude
i don't want to keep trying to make you do something you don't want to do anymore. otherwise i b lik "hiimdracotheselfishjerkayyye"
i'll write on my own, that's fun too

(mmmmh
i was originally going to keep going until we got to the confession bit, but i think it'd be better if you wrote that yourself because i have no clue how to do it

maybe we could pick up the HP AU again sometime? Or you can come up with a new RP)

yeahhh ill write it myself
i also just drew a really random thing of mary being like 'hey boii i made sCONEs' and moody like 'ooooOO YAS BOI'
i might post it and write a silly fluf story

hmmm,i can't think of any other rps right ow
we can do the hp au sometime!!

what Even scones

i though 'spirit kingdom RP' or something you could use Jeremy in

*thought

m u c h s c o n e
v e r y ... um... v e r y j a m & c r e a m

hmmmmm yeee
a spipryrr kindgim rp would be coool
and i could have mr g interacting with all the ghosteses

jamm. creem. mm.

i'll have to think about the SK one
i don't actually know what it would be about

spread the jAMM AND CREEM
AND THE BUTTR
DONT USE ALL THE CREEM LIKE DADDO!!

truueee
hOW WULD JEMEBMY GET IN THE SPIRIT KINGDOM
i had a thought for a while that he like... collects,,, lost ghosts...,,,,.? and somehow returns them to the afterlife.,,,

yeahh that's an idea
like there are dead people who are trapped between life and death, forced to wander the world as ghosts, and he saves them and sends them on to the afterlife

maybe someday he encounters a ghost who doesnt want to 'move on', and as Jeremy tries to send it away it drags him into the afterlife with it

and plez stop doing this multiple comma thing,,,,

or at least explain what it's supposed to signify

That works pretty well
He finds someone who wants to stay as a ghost and they take him into the Spirit Kingdom

It doesn't mean very much, it's just a silly thing I do in a sort of awkward way, like when I'm struggling to explain something or I'm not sure what to say

yess he get DRAGGED INTO THE SPIRIT KINGDOM AND BE ST U C K FOREVEEER

ooh

aldo pretty much the whole of TSK is non-canon to my characters now
but the world and everything still exists
and i will eventually do a map of the kingdum and will be taking suggestions for landmarks and stuf

Rest
In
PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEace

Maybe one of the landmarks can be a really big tree that people like to sit on? I dunno

rest in pee

it could be like a meetings tree? people sit on it and chat

it needs a name that isn't something cliched like the Great Tree

Yeahh hmm
The... uh... s o u l t r e e
oh
soulrocks
i see

tic tacs are great melted on troast, it reallly brins out the devine flauour of the tichtacs. I really recommend ot to anyone who likes toc tacks. it is a great recippe, sure to delight anythone.

hey wait what no