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"I could see myself then walking through those halls, hearing the portraits talking about the old times, or maybe even finding a secret passage that hadn't been opened for hundreds of years. I thought that maybe if I listened closely enough, I could hear the old laughter or the sound of a dragon's wings coming from outside the castle,"
Natasha smiled softly, letting herself imagine that she too was walking through the halls, finding long-forgotten secret passages, and seeing dragons out the window.
"You know," she began, thoughtfully, "I've always wondered why no one really bothers to talk to the portraits. I mean, they must be at least somewhat important, and must know a great deal about the castle, and the history of the wizarding world. I think that if you asked the right portrait, you could get great advice"
Then, chuckling slightly, she added, "Imagine having our history of magic lectures taught by a portrait!"
She glanced back down at her homework, just one question left! She scribbled furiously, smiling as she was FINALLY done. She practically threw it into her bookbag, and settled back in her chair, grabbing a book from the pile.
"Finally done! Time to read now" saying this, she buried her nose in Quidditch through the Ages and started reading.
@Angel O'Connor
Natasha smiled softly, letting herself imagine that she too was walking through the halls, finding long-forgotten secret passages, and seeing dragons out the window.
"You know," she began, thoughtfully, "I've always wondered why no one really bothers to talk to the portraits. I mean, they must be at least somewhat important, and must know a great deal about the castle, and the history of the wizarding world. I think that if you asked the right portrait, you could get great advice"
Then, chuckling slightly, she added, "Imagine having our history of magic lectures taught by a portrait!"
She glanced back down at her homework, just one question left! She scribbled furiously, smiling as she was FINALLY done. She practically threw it into her bookbag, and settled back in her chair, grabbing a book from the pile.
"Finally done! Time to read now" saying this, she buried her nose in Quidditch through the Ages and started reading.
@Angel O'Connor
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@Natasha Jones
I once attempted to communicate with the Sir Cadogan portrait, but it pretty much turned into a dead end. No sooner had I approached his picture than he inflated like a bellows and launched into one of his melodramatic speeches. Before I could even greet him, he was already brandishing his sword—well, wobbling it about—and declaring that I should "prove my valor upon the field of honor."I had barely opened my mouth to say that I wanted only directions and not a duel, but he shut me up immediately. Every time I wanted to steer the conversation in a useful direction, like asking for the quickest way to the common room or inquiring about the noises from the stairwell, he managed to twist my words into yet another challenge. In fact, Sir Cadogan's statement "I don't think that's necessary" means "I'm afraid," and obviously, that only made him more determined.He rattled his armor in the painting—among other things, the visor of his helmet falling over his eyes—while shouting phrases such as "On guard!" and "Face me, varlet!" I tried to reason with him, but reasoning with Sir Cadogan is like reasoning with an overexcited kettle: a lot of steam but very little sense. At one point, he even attempted to jump into the adjacent painting for a better angle on the imaginary duel, but his horse refused, reared up, and threw him onto the painted grass. That gave me about three seconds of silence before he got back up, claiming that the fall was "a tactical maneuver."I did try to divert the topic by praising his courage—only to be met with a further enthusiastic response. He went on and on about his never-ending quests and the victorious fights he had, most of which sounded totally fabricated. I don't think he noticed that my courteous nodding was gradually turning into blinking in exasperation.In the end, I came to understand that he would never give me any useful information. The fellow is a one-night hurricane of enthusiasm and misplaced heroics. So, I moved away from him slowly, promising—since that was the only way out—that I would "return on the morrow to finish our duel." He seemed content with that.Needless to say, that promise is one I won't be keeping. The very next time, I shall be taking a different passage.
WC: 402
I once attempted to communicate with the Sir Cadogan portrait, but it pretty much turned into a dead end. No sooner had I approached his picture than he inflated like a bellows and launched into one of his melodramatic speeches. Before I could even greet him, he was already brandishing his sword—well, wobbling it about—and declaring that I should "prove my valor upon the field of honor."I had barely opened my mouth to say that I wanted only directions and not a duel, but he shut me up immediately. Every time I wanted to steer the conversation in a useful direction, like asking for the quickest way to the common room or inquiring about the noises from the stairwell, he managed to twist my words into yet another challenge. In fact, Sir Cadogan's statement "I don't think that's necessary" means "I'm afraid," and obviously, that only made him more determined.He rattled his armor in the painting—among other things, the visor of his helmet falling over his eyes—while shouting phrases such as "On guard!" and "Face me, varlet!" I tried to reason with him, but reasoning with Sir Cadogan is like reasoning with an overexcited kettle: a lot of steam but very little sense. At one point, he even attempted to jump into the adjacent painting for a better angle on the imaginary duel, but his horse refused, reared up, and threw him onto the painted grass. That gave me about three seconds of silence before he got back up, claiming that the fall was "a tactical maneuver."I did try to divert the topic by praising his courage—only to be met with a further enthusiastic response. He went on and on about his never-ending quests and the victorious fights he had, most of which sounded totally fabricated. I don't think he noticed that my courteous nodding was gradually turning into blinking in exasperation.In the end, I came to understand that he would never give me any useful information. The fellow is a one-night hurricane of enthusiasm and misplaced heroics. So, I moved away from him slowly, promising—since that was the only way out—that I would "return on the morrow to finish our duel." He seemed content with that.Needless to say, that promise is one I won't be keeping. The very next time, I shall be taking a different passage.
WC: 402
iNPC: Alexander Whitlock
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Natasha looked up from 'Quidditch through the ages', smiling as Angel spoke. "Yea, I've heard horror stories about Sir Cadogan from my father. Personally, I make sure to avoid that corridor, unless absolutely necessary"
"To be fair though, there any many portraits that are actually helpful. There's one on the 3rd floor that helped me with my DADA homework, though I can't remember the name. It was the fourth or fifth one from the landing I believe"
Once again turning towards the book, she began reading in comfortable silence.
"Ooo, listen to this" said Natasha, reading out a passage from her book.
“By the twelfth century, however, wizards had learned to barter services, so that a skilled maker of brooms could exchange them for the potions his neighbor might make better than himself. Once broomsticks became more comfortable, they were flown for pleasure rather than merely used as a means of getting from point A to point B.”
"Isn't it fascinating how broom travel has evolved over the years?" she asked Angel
What sort of stuff do you like to learn about Angel, even in History of Magic, what are your favorite topics? Is there anything you absolutely detest learning about?"