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Post by Berwald Oxstierna on Aug 30, 2010 1:58:09 GMT -5
Berwald oxstierna sat on the front stoop of his cottage, a clean new building tucked in on the edge of the forbidden forest and just across a small meadow from the dilapidated remnants of the legendary Hagrid's home. He'd have to shore it up soon, and put a new lock on the door.
it seemed to be a right of passage for the students to sneak in and tell their friends about it, and it wouldn't do for any of their charges to get injured in the old place. None of them ever noticed that some of the weathered old beams were a little less weathered than others, or that the roof was suspiciously free of holes.
that would spoil the fun, after all. He smiled, just the tiniest crook of the mouth, and stood up to fetch a rake from the supply shed.
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Sept 3, 2010 16:36:44 GMT -5
Something was going on in Hagrid's old hut and Alfred, ever the hero, was determined to find out what. But unfortunately...he was terrified of ghosts. Even nearly-headless Nick gave him the heebie jeebies and he was a real stand-up guy....uh....ghost.
So he decided he would start at the most obvious source of information. He would talk to Berwald, the new groudskeeper. He ought to know alot about the old hut, right? He lived right across from it. So he made his way down to the newer, cleaner cottage and knocked politely on the door.
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Post by Berwald Oxstierna on Sept 5, 2010 15:54:38 GMT -5
Berwald dug his way of out the supply shack at the knock echoing around his cottage, causing haphazardly stacked tools to clatter against eachother. He needed to reorganize back there, it was an ungodly mess and he'd nearly stabbed himself on various lawn-care and pest-disposal implements, and managed to pick up a few light scratches across his face and forearms. He worked his way around the side of the cottage and paused, rake over his shoulder. Odd, students didn't usually come straight out to his cottage unless they were being punished for something...much less this particular boy. He trudged up to the steps with the quiet grace that large men often learned and placed a work-gloved hand on the blonde's shoulder to get his attention. "W's out back. Wh'tcha need?" (berface+quiet+ rake+scratches. do with this what you will.)
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Sept 5, 2010 16:03:26 GMT -5
Alfred spun around, wand immediately coming out of his pocket, aimed straight at the attacker's heart. When he saw that it was just Berwald he gave him a sheepish smile and put it away. When he scratches he immediately took the wand back out, trying out some healing charms he'd picked up while on the run from Pangaea.
Unfortunately he wasn't any good and the scratches all turned bright pink and blue...but hopefully the man wouldn't notice.
"Uh....umm....yeah...I came to uh...talk to you about Hagrid's hut. I think something's up with it and I wouldn't be the hero if I didn't check it out and try to protect the students." He said, at first pausing alot to keep from laughing and then getting into it and going into a hero pose.
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Post by Berwald Oxstierna on Sept 6, 2010 12:55:04 GMT -5
Berwald frowned, the lines under his eyes deepening momentarily. He'd have to remember to be careful with this one, the infamous Alfred Jones was apparently still quite hair-triggered... and yet horribly unsubtle. He could feel his face itching and wondered what the boy had been trying to do- at best help him with his scratches, at worst play a trick on the big quiet groundskeeper.
He didn't seem like the trick type.
He paused, and tried not to laugh at the teen's outburst. A hero, huh? Well, no harm in playing along. THe tall man narrowed his eyes and glanced from side to side as if he was about to impart a secret. "Oh, 's very strange. I h'r noises from it all th' time."
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Sept 6, 2010 13:02:23 GMT -5
Alfred's eyes widened, shining in excitement as he latched onto the news. There was a real life mystery to be solved here and he was just the guy to do it! He would solve the mystery, save the day...and hopefully get the girl. Maybe he could arrange for the ghosts to kidnap Natalia so he could save her and get a date out of it!
"What kind of noises?" He asked excitedly.
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Post by Berwald Oxstierna on Sept 6, 2010 13:21:50 GMT -5
"Sc'ry ones." He nodded at the boy, bringing him into his confidence. "'ll kindsa howlin'. like th're's a big 'l cr'cher 'n there." He moved past the boy to lean his rake against the walll of the cottage. "Th're's not anythin' th're tho, when y' go in." He shrugged and turn to stare at said cottage. "'S robably jus th' wind."
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Sept 8, 2010 23:15:11 GMT -5
Alfred's eyes lit up as he listened to the overly tall man. This was his chance to prove himself a real hero. He completely disregarded the Pangaea incident, or else he forgot. All he knew was that he would solve the mystery and save the students.
"Thanks, dude! You've been a real help!" He said as he sprinted off to the cottage.
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