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Post by Bill Anselm on Jun 17, 2008 17:56:26 GMT -8
William or Bill as most called him, woke early in the morning.As he looked out he could not even really see light.He was used to getting up early though.Most often his day started at seven o clock so he needed to be up in order to get ready on time.He looked at the time and got out of bed.He went into the bathroom and took his shower.He knew that today he had a few things for the band, though they wouldn't be to much or big, as his managers were giving them a week off.Starting after today of course.
As he got out, he rubbed his throat, he could feel the singing catching up to him, so a break would be great.He thought about what to do as he got dressed and started to do his hair.This always took the most time, so he was there for quite sometime.though as he finished he put on his jewelry that he always wore, and walked out to his room.
He looked at the clock, it was six thirty.Most often he would have just enough time to get something to eat and rush into the day.Though today would not be like that..He got on his shoes,threw on his leather trench coat, and walked out of his room. He was a bit hungry, but not enough to go to the kitchen.He walked around the halls, just thinking as to what to do.Then it hit him and he headed to the portrait gallery.
He had grabbed his book bag as he had headed out of his common room and he was glad he had.He sat down and pulled out some parchment and a pen and started to write....
In die Nacht
Ich höre die Töne
was sein kann, sagen sie mir
Dinge können kommen, und Dinge können gehen
He looked at the words and decided he didn't like them.Crossing them out he started again.
Ich habe die Nacht vor der Hand gesehen
Ich habe die Welt zurückgelassen
und wie die Welt weitergehen muss
Wir hören der Nacht zu
Ich gehe, ich gehe, ich gehe
in die Nacht
in die Nacht
Ich gehe
A little more happy with the sound of these words he continued to think of more to add.and the sound that would come of it.Most times he just wrote the first thing that came to mind.After he would go through it though and revamp it or try and make it sound good.If he couldnt he would simply start again.
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Post by Evanna Wood on Jun 18, 2008 9:01:19 GMT -8
Evanna Wood, a beautiful girl of seventeen, awoke on this lovely morning to complete silence in the Slytherin girl's dorm. She rubbed her eyes slightly and sat up in her bed. It was so quiet. As she looked around she noticed that no one was around; no one was in the dorm. She found this a bit odd. Usually there were at least a few girls in the dorm, but today there were none.
Evanna shrugged as she pulled the covers off of herself and got out of bed. She grabbed a towel on her way to the bathroom and ran her fingers through her brown hair. When she got into the bathroom she closed the door behind her and locked it. She started the shower and when it was warm enough she climbed in. After washing herself she climbed out and dried herself off. Evanna then wrapped the towel around herself and went back into the dorm.
She walked over to her trunk and got out some clothes. She put them on quickly and walked over to a mirror. She brushed through her straight brown hair and put on some makeup. When she was finished she smiled at herself in the mirror and turned to leave the dorm.
Now, where was she to go? Evanna thought as she walked until she came to a portrait. Now this one wasn't like all the other portraits that were in Hogwarts. This one had a secret passage behind it. All she needed to remember was the password. What was it? Oh yes, she remembered now. Evanna muttered the password and watched as the portrait opened for her to go inside.
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Post by Bill Anselm on Jun 21, 2008 13:04:33 GMT -8
Bill looked at the words once again, and reread them.He was stuck now.He couldn't find something that went with the lyrics he had written.He crossed them out and started again.Though before he had any real time to think he saw the picture next to him open.He moved in time before it hit him.He watched to see who would come out.He wondered if it was someone he knew, if not that would be ok.
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Post by Evanna Wood on Jun 21, 2008 13:27:46 GMT -8
Evanna walked into the portrait and followed the short hallway until she came to another portrait. This one was closed so she had to push it to open it. Evanna put her hands on it and pushed it slowly. She didn't want to hit anyone who might have been happenign to be standing or sitting in front of it.
When the portrait was open Evanna stepped out and looked around. The Portrait Gallery had many portraits that went all over the Hogwarts grounds. She just needed to figure out where she wanted to go to. Evanna had no clue. She was up for going just about anywhere.
Evanna started to look at the individual portraits. She didn't know where most of them went. Her eyes stopped soon, though. She was soon looking at a boy that was standing there.
"Oh, hello," Evanna said as she smield slightly.
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Post by Bill Anselm on Jun 21, 2008 13:43:06 GMT -8
Bill watched as a beautiful girl came out of the open portrait hole.He didn't say anything, though when she said Hello he smiled quickly and said hello back.he knew that most everyone here spoke English, which bugged him in a way.He did know it, though many times they assumed he knew it well.Truth was he had learned it via making a English album of his songs.He knew enough to get by, but sometimes he heard words he didn't know.He watched her after he replied, as he wasn't really sure as to what to say next, or if he should introduce himself.She looked as though she was wanting to find somewhere else to be, or at least eying the portraits as though looking for one so she could leave.
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Post by Evanna Wood on Jun 21, 2008 13:55:40 GMT -8
Evanna watched the boy as he said hello back to her. He had some sort of an accent. She couldn't tell exactally what it was. It might have been German. Wait, yes, it was German. Evanna smiled at him as she ran through her head what she should say next. Would he even understand her if she did say anything?
"I'm Evanna," she said as she smiled kindly.
She glanced around for a moment then looked back to the boy. She noticed that he had a pad of paper in his arms. Evanna came to the conclusion that he might have been writing something when she walked in. Maybe she bothered him. he was in fact sitting in here all alone.
"I'm sorry if I intruded on you doing something important," she said as she smiled.
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Post by Bill Anselm on Jun 21, 2008 14:10:39 GMT -8
Bill smiled once more and shook his head."Oh no, I was just thinking.Not anything good or big.I'm Bill, well William though you can call me Bill."He nodded and thought of what else to say.He looked at the portraits and thought of something.He had never been through any of them and he wondered if she had.If not it would be cool to explore them maybe.She looked nice, and interesting, so he wouldn't mind if she stuck around him.Most of the others that were there looked at him like he was strange or never talked to him.
"Have you been through more pictures?"He asked as his eyes moved to the different portraits
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Post by Evanna Wood on Jun 22, 2008 13:45:28 GMT -8
"Nice to meet you Bill," Evanna said as she smiled at him. He seemed to be very nice.
As he asked his question Evanna looked toward thr portraits. She had been through a few, but not many of them. Most she had no idea where they went. To most it was a complete mystery where they al went. No one could remember where they all went to.
"I have been through a couple of them," Evanna said with a nod. "Why? Is there somewhere in particular that you want to get to? I could probably help you out. Heck, maybe you could give me an idea on where I could go because I was just wandering around."
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Post by Bill Anselm on Jun 30, 2008 16:49:14 GMT -8
Bill shook his head, he didn't really care if he stayed or went somewhere.What he wanted the most was to write a new song.He didn't know how it would hit him, or that it would hit him so fast.As he thought of his reply to her and how to say it in English, he felt a draft of cold hit him.His mind started thinking of them there and the cold.Words started to flow together in his mind, and he found a few good lines he liked.
He looked at her though and started to speak in German, before he stopped himself."Sorry, I have been through some though not many.I found a cool room in the dungeons, and the kitchens, but thats about it.I was just wondering if someone knew other places to go besides that."He took out his wand and made his notebook levitate at his words.Then pocketing it he began to write out what he had just thought of.It sounded rusty, though a good idea as he reread it, waiting for her to reply.
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Post by Evanna Wood on Jul 1, 2008 6:33:05 GMT -8
Evanna raised an eyebrow as Bill started to speak German. He obvioulsy noticed quickly because he soon started to speak in English. She nodded as she listned to him explain what portraits he had stepped through. He told her that he had gone through the dungeons and the kitchens. Those Evanna had also been through.
"Well, I have been through those and one that takes you to the sixth floor, near the Muggle Mythology classroom. I have also been through one that takes you to the Owlery, one that goes to the Hospital Wing, and one that takes you to the Room of Requirement. Other than that I have no idea where all the rest of these go," Evanna said as she motioned to all the other portraits.
Evanna nodded then looked at Bill who was writing stuff down onto his notebook. He seemed like a very quiet person.
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