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Post by Professor Halliwell on Sept 7, 2007 21:10:32 GMT -5
Lance wondered through the Forbidden Forest pondering the current situation that he was now in. Lance was tied to the school now, not only that but a Head of House no less. Something he did not expect in the least, sure when McGonagall turned down her leadership over the school it was nice of her to make him a recommendation to school. How he got into the Head of House position is the part that really baffles Lance. Who would have thought that Slughorn would go into retirement again with Dumbledore gone and Hogwarts a mess. Even more so that he would ask the Headmistress if Lance could be the one to take over his house, as a favor for his work at the school already. Well I suppose it does pay to be a favorite.
Needless to say all of this work made it difficult to complete his mission. Lance Halliwell was out to help his family in anyway he could. Finding his older brother was the top priority at the moment. His family was really counting on his powers as a psychic especially his younger brother who was also on the hunt with him. This trail had lead through many areas currently however Chris was in the North, which left Lance where he is now. The other problem was of course with his school mates: Aiden who was apparently gone…as there were no sightings of him in the Ministry, Amaris who was found to be Aiden’s sister and the woman that had Lance’s heart seemed to have returned to Greece, Kanoe who seemed to have done some traveling of her own however where Lance wasn’t sure. It would be nice to cross paths with them again however he didn’t think any of them would believe what was going on.
Lance was a Gryffindor, always had been. It was the house he was in at school, he gained power quickly in there becoming quite famous among them. One of the many things he enjoyed was being popular; one could say Lance was rather shallow. However he shared many traits as a Slytherin to the point it was a toss up which house he should have been put into, something he found out later in life. Ok so maybe it isn’t so unbelievable. One thing however, Lance knew they wouldn’t believe is how bitter and cold he had become. He was always nice and cheerful around students but things had changed in recent events. Being called “Professor Halliwell” it had a nice ring to it. Also a reminder of his father’s power and siege running schools overseas.
Now Lance was in the Order of the Phoenix he had been for some time. But more and more he looked at the other side wondering if he, himself had made the right choice…his choice. So many people he knew had shifted, his brother, his best friend, several people he knew from school and some from his Ministry contacts. It was a hard thing to do…even more so to make a stand and stick with it. Lance laughed at the irony of it all. A seer wondering almost worried about an unclear future.
Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes behind him. The Slytherin Head sensed a presence near by but his “inner eye” could not give a clear identification. So Lance opted to move behind a tree. His rosewood wand at the ready, waited for this unknown force to reveal its self.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Sept 8, 2007 4:12:49 GMT -5
Tonks walked slowly through the Forest, thinking of the battles there were between the part of her that was dedicated to the Ministry...and that to the Order. Things were starting to get confusing, and messy. The Ministry, she was pretty sure, had more than a few Death Eaters working in the high places. Lucius Malfoy, after all, had always had a high influence on Fudge...she just hoped he didn't have the same influential power over Scrimgeour. If he did...well, the thought of the conversations he'd be having with the Minister were enough to make her shudder, alone. She knew that the Aurors were going to be in high demand, nowadays, with all the "Is he a Death Eater...? What about her?" going around.
She was lacking in determination, these days, and with it went her trust in the Ministry. She was fed up of being treated like she didn't know how to do her job. After all, the Aurors were meant to be the highest trained department in the whole of the Ministry. Yes, alright, she had only passed the Aptitude tests and whatnot, three years ago...but other Aurors had come up since then, and she hated the fact that they were constantly acting as if she didn't know what she was talking about. It frustrated her no end, and many days, if she hadn't been part of the Order, she would have been happy to quit, there and then.
The Order was a different matter. Eveyone seemed busy, and she hadn't been to Grimmauld Place much for a while. A pang of guilt hit her, and she felt like she wasn't giving her all to the Order...which was probably true. All the stuff with the Ministry had made her so frustrated and angry that she hadn't concentrated on much, recently. She'd spent most of her time with her parents, letting them know that she was alright, and that nothing terrible had happened to her. Yet.
Wandering further into the Forest, her hair the customary shade of pink, and wearing a lightweight robe, that seemed to cling to every piece of shrubbery there was, she managed to snag herself on a bush. Rolling her eyes, Tonks started to pull, and untangle and whatever else she could, seeing as she'd never found a spell for un-snagging clothing. Eventually she managed to get it off...and with her cheeks red from the effort, she walked into a small clearing. Looking around, she thought someone had been there not too long before her...but, looking near the edges of the clearing, she couldn't quite figure out where they'd left.
Her wand drawn, she looked at each and every bush, tree, flower and other piece of flora around her...keeping an eye out for any movement...any signs of anyone else who might be there. [/color][/center]
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Post by Professor Halliwell on Sept 8, 2007 21:55:49 GMT -5
The pulsation went through his body again as Lance stood behind the tree. He could feel it…the person was drawing closer. It was still a mystery as to who it was though and that was the thing bothering this psychic the most. The Professor listened he could hear the rustling in the bushes and what sounded like grunts. Odd noises indeed, but still nothing as to who this mysterious shadow was. Lance made another move as he swiftly darted to the right. Trying to get behind them was the best idea he could think of at the moment. The pulsation came again…they were on the move. Lance shot behind another tree, now he was closer and in the advantage they would be passing right beside him.Another great reason for knowing the future.
His wand still in hand Lance waited for the figure to make an appearance. They walked by slowly, Lance trying hard not to make a sound. As they stopped in the clearing where he was previously standing Lance was at the ready. It was then he saw a flash of familiar pink. The seer shook his head, I should have known that it would be her…
Seeing that Nymphadora too had her wand ready, Lance figured it was better to approach from afar.
“Tonks! It’s just me.” Lance shouted from behind the tree, waiting a few seconds he revealed himself. Brushing off his sapphire robes which seemed to glow in the moonlight, Lance moved forward to meet his comrade.
“Not that I just gave away our position if one of us were on a mission. But what are you doing out here?” Lance said with a perplexed look on his face.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Sept 9, 2007 4:41:26 GMT -5
She could hear the rustling of leaves and twigs on the floor snapping as pressure was applied to them. She spun, wishing she had some idea of what she was looking for. Sure, it was a person...but who?
Suddenly, she heard a voice, and turned towards the tree it was coming from. The voice was friendly, and the fact that they had said "It's just me" told her it was either an Order Member, or another Auror. Then again, the fact they hadn't called her "Miss" or "Auror", or indeed...she shuddered to think of it, "Nymphadora", ruled out the possibility of it being a colleague from work.
As Lance appeared, a relieved smile appeared on her face. Well, at least it proved the the Order Members were wary, she thought. Seeing his robes, which were almost emanating their own light, she wondered why she hadn't seen him before. Her own dark blue robes were still trying to cling to each branch they could. Trying to ignore these distractions, Tonks listened to him talking. She smiled, indeed, if they had been on seperate missions, they'd be easily found by everyone, that was true. She saw him looking confused, and then said quickly. "I was just wandering, I guess. My shift at the Castle's ended, Kingsley's just taken over for me. When I was at the school, I used to sneak out when I could, to come in here, and sit in a tree. It was hard work, and kind of difficult to get back down...but I've always found the Forest a place you can think...while trying not to run into anything that might maul you to death, that is."
She smiled, and shrugged, in a "What am I like?" manner, and laughed quietly. After a couple of seconds, she stopped the laughter, and looked back at him. "What about you? I hear you've been made Head of House, too!" [/color]
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Post by Professor Halliwell on Sept 10, 2007 1:10:43 GMT -5
"Yes, the creatures in this Forest can get rather vicious. I know what you mean about places to think...however I went to the lake. You know how I am with water." Lance said with a grin.
It was true though, Lance had an unhealthy obsession with it. He couldn’t count how many hours, sometimes days he lost gazing at bodies of water. It was something about it that just got to him. It was like a connection; Lance tried to live life very much to water. To bend and curve, with life to let thinks flow along at a steady rate. No matter what obstacle, find away around it or make do, yes, this was the way Lance was living. In fact the water spell has become associated with his name, seeing as he uses it so much.
“I’m really out for the same reason; I really just need time to think. So much is happening now I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.” Lance said turning his head to look around and make sure that they were they only ones involved in the conversation, then mention of creatures mauling people to death still lingered in the air.
Lance smiled at the mention of his new title. “Yes, Professor Halliwell…I sound like my father. But yup I’m the new Potions Master and Slytherin Head of House. You know how Slughorn is with the whole other people with power thing. “He always enjoyed talking to me since I was psychic.” Lance said shaking his head.
As Lance began to talk he started to switch gears…back into the Slytherin everyone knew at the school.
“Though I could do well with some better students, not to mention that awful Gryffindor Head…and he is Headmaster really I think these people must have been confunded to have allowed such a useless…” Lance stopped in mid sentence. “I’m sorry Tonks, I really don’t know what’s going on seems like I have been going through some changes.” Lance now fell silent…unable to continue in fear of returning to the bitter and cold self.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Sept 10, 2007 12:07:03 GMT -5
"Yes, I like the Lake...but there's usually far too many students. Considering I've been based here for a while, I can't really abide trying to relax with students around. I just...find that I'm constantly on my guard, watching for anything that might harm them." She laughed softly. "I guess I can't let myself relax while there's a chance danger lies around the corners." As he spoke again, Tonks nodded, copying Lance's movements in the opposite direction. After a minute, she turned back. "Yes, I know what you mean." She said quietly, her guard back up.
She saw Lance smile as she mentioned his new position. "Slughorn was always like that, though. The only reason he remembered my name was due to the fact he saw me in the Corridors one day, after a couple of kids in the year above had been teasing me. My Metamorphosing hadn't quite controlled itself...and he saw my hair flicking colours. I never really liked him, though. He seemed too pompous and keen to find the "famous" and "fabulous". Once I showed my clumsiness...he seemed to only talk to me when I was demonstrating my abilities." She said, distastefully.
As he spoke once more, Tonks was taken aback. She'd never heard Lance speak in such a manner. He'd always been the calm, and collected member of the Order. She looked directly at him, her eyes a mixture of pleading and confusion. Her lips were pursed, and she was unsure if she was dreaming this. She'd never have believed him to have said such a thing. As he cut himself off. Tonks looked at him, confused, worried and disbelieving. Then she heard him, almost distantly, her mind so full of confused thoughts, and she brought herself back to the realm of the living.
She smiled softly, unsure of what she was going to say to him. Was she going to rebuke him? Act like Kingsley and let her voice become soft, slow, caring and soothing? Reply slightly confused? Placing her hand on his shoulder, she said, her voice quiet and caring. "It's probably the excitement, just needing a way to escape. Or," she said, shrugging slightly, "It could be the stress of the hectic life that Hogwarts has to offer. Whatever it is," she said, in the same voice, but withdrawing the hand, "I'm sure it'll pass. Give it time Lance. You're not like that naturally, you know that." [/color][/center]
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Post by Professor Halliwell on Sept 10, 2007 19:14:18 GMT -5
"Oh Tonks I know how you feel...I was the same way at a much younger age I really couldn't control my powers. Visions would scare me, they would be painful...even worse sometimes the things I would see." Lance said shaking his head, "Thankfully though my aunt has the same gift so she was able to help me for the most part." Lance said remembering sitting in a foyler of Halliwell Manor with his Aunt Phoebe in almost a calm state trying to focus...the gift of sight was indeed a hard thing to master.
This new side of Lance scared him sometimes. He had always been so in control, gentle. Sure he did have an ego and it liked to get the best of him. After all it isn't his fault he was blessed with good looks. But this new him...was something much different. As if someone else had taken control. This psychic was going to get to the bottom of this, while teaching, being Head of Slytherin, helping the Order, helping his family. That was if he could manage all of it.
Lance watched as Tonks moved forward to comfort him. "Thanks Tonks, I really don't know what has come over me...maybe I'm under some sort of spell." Lance said with a laugh.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Sept 12, 2007 11:51:09 GMT -5
"You were lucky, I guess." She replied, smiling. "Luck's generally hated me. You can imagine the shock my mother got when my hair started to change from brown to vivid blue, when I was a minute old!" Her smile grew slightly and she laughed gently to herself. "I hated it when I was younger, being teased something terrible. I just smile, though, when I look back. Half of those who said that stuff became Death Eaters...at least I've done something...more worthwhile with my life."
She never meant to be harsh to the Death Eaters, she was sure, that if Voldemort's longing for power and control hadn't been so great, that many of them would have been kind, well-respected (though the Malfoys were anyway,) and noble people. But time had changed her, and, after spending seven years being taught and experiencing just how evil the group could be, she had a burning hatred for them. It wasn't something she liked about her personality...it was just part of her, as much as it was hypocritical.
As he mentioned spells, she shudded, and smiled. "I hope not!" She said, pretending to clutch at her heart. "That's all I need!" She hated thinking that it was easy to fool the Order, that there was a chance Death Eaters could either manipulate any of them, or turn them into betrayers. It made her squirm, and she shuddered inwardly just thinking of the possibilities. Sighing, she looked around, becoming aware of the chill blowing through the forest. Pulling her cloak around her tightly, she felt the material trying to hold to the same branches that had made movement through the forest near impossible. With one short, sharp motion, she won the battle, and the silken style material hung back, exactly where it was meant to. Raising her hands in exasperation, she said to Lance, plainly, "See? Even my clothing hates me so much that it's trying to escape!"
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