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Post by gabriel0gruev on Mar 19, 2011 22:55:39 GMT -5
Gabriel suddenly felt older then he was when Neville called him Mr. Grey. He chuckled slightly at the response. "Just Gabriel is fine, Mr. Grey is my father." he responded with a smile. He could tell that the younger wizard was nervous. He understood why, given Durmstrang's true reputation. Another reason he loathed the school. He looked at Mikah to see what the other boy's response would be to being called Mr. as well.
"Not to mention, I'm not that much older then you anyway." he added as an afterthought. He let the smile remain on his face, trying to show the younger wizard that he really wasn't dangerous at all. He looked back down at the boy who lived, allowing kindness to fill his brown eyes. He hated that stupid school for that one stereotype. After all, it hadn't been his idea to go there. He wished that he could express that to the boy without seeming to be trying to pry, the kid may just accuse him of using Occlumency, even though he sucked at it.
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Post by snape on Mar 19, 2011 23:47:23 GMT -5
It was nearing curfew and of course Severus Snape had been one of the Professors chosen to round up all of the students that were still congregating. He had chosen to head outside first because he needed a breath of air. The crisp autumn wind seemed to help him temporarily stave off his desire for a smoke so anything that could push back the inevitable would just have to do for now. The Potions Master was in no hurry though; no, he walked quite calmly across the grounds with his hands shoved into his pockets. He couldn't very well give any students a detention if it wasn't after curfew yet...
He soon reached the Black Lake though where upon he noticed a group of two older boys and the Chosen One, Neville Longbottom, hanging out. That struck him as odd in itself. Longbottom, despite everything that had happened in the past, wasn't exactly the type to attract a lot of fame or acclaim. The poor boy was a mediocre wizard at best... Or at least he was in Potions anyway. Snape didn't recognize one of the older students though and he knew almost everyone in Hogwarts. He had been here for almost ten years so that sort of thing came with practice. It therefore only made sense to him that the unknown teen was from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang; the two schools that had just arrived not too long ago for the Triwizard Tournament.
The Beauxbatons people had a very distinct look to them and this guy didn't fit into the usual mold... Now why was Longbottom of all people hanging out with what Severus could only assume to be a Durmstrang? That school was known for the Dark Arts and such... Deciding not to waste any more time with observing the situation, the Professor just kind of sprung into action. He lengthened his strides until he was only a few feet away from the students. His lips twisted into a cruel smirk for a moment; for Neville.
"Ahem... What do we have here? Are you young men aware of the fact that it is nearing curfew? Longbottom, you should know better than this. Being the Chosen One does not give you right to bend the rules anytime you please." |
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Post by nevillelongbottom on Mar 20, 2011 0:23:14 GMT -5
"Just Gabriel is fine, Mr. Grey is my father." he responded with a smile. "Not to mention, I'm not that much older then you anyway." Neville smiled, but was still wary of Gabriel. He wasn’t going to outright ask him if he was a death eater though because that would be just plain rude.
“I’m sorry Mr-I mean Gabriel. I was raised by my grandmother who has drilled respect your elders into me, literally. From the looks of it, I’d say you’re an adult already” Neville said earnestly. Neville didn’t think that this tension couldn’t get worse, but he was wrong.
"Ahem... What do we have here? Are you young men aware of the fact that it is nearing curfew? Longbottom, you should know better than this. Being the Chosen One does not give you right to bend the rules anytime you please." Came a cold, familiar voice.
Neville’s reaction came instantaneous. He jumped to his feet so fast, he tripped over the tree root and landed in the shallow end of the lake on his hands and knees, his clothes getting soaked. In his haste to get up, he tripped again, plunging head first this time. After what seemed forever, Neville finally got out of the lake, blushing crazy.
“P-p-professor Snape…w-w-we still have another h-hour. We’re not b-b-breaking c-curfew” he said so softly, that he didn’t think that Professor Snape had heard him, but knowing Neville’s luck, that would not be likely. He looked at the other two boys before looking back at Professor Snape with fear in his eyes. |
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Post by gabriel0gruev on Mar 20, 2011 0:59:14 GMT -5
Gabriel nodded in response to Neville's reply to what he said. He could understand that, it just made him feel really old when being called Mr. Grey. He was about to explain that to the boy when he was interrupted by what appeared to be a professor. He stared in amazement at Neville's sudden reaction to the man and thought that there was something odd in Neville's obvious fear. He seemed to be utterly terrified of the man.
Neville muttered so softly that Gabriel barely caught what he had said. But, where his eyes had nearly failed him, his hearing was infallible. He wasn't sure whether this Professor, Snape was it, had heard him or not, but he looked over at Neville seeing him dripping wet. Gabriel pulled out his wand. With a quick wave, he dried Neville's dripping robes, and turned to face the professor.
"In case you didn't catch that, sir, he said, just what I was thinking. We're not breaking curfew, nor any school rules, and yes, I studied them upon my arrival." he said with his slightly altered New York accent.
Gabriel hadn't put his wand away, and just now became aware of this. He slid it back into his pocket before the professor had time to claim that he had threatened him with it. "I'll make sure that Longbottom returns in time." He added with a challenging stare.
He didn't like the fact that Neville was so apparently afraid of the man and wondered what exactly he had done to the boy to instill that fear. He made the man out to be a bully, and Gabriel couldn't stand bullies, no matter what age they were. He would definitely be watching this man more closely. He stared the man down, almost daring him to say something else.
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Post by Mikah LaVerne on Mar 20, 2011 8:47:38 GMT -5
Mikah wasn't sure what to think of Neville. He would have thought the Chosen One would act a little differently. But he wasn't one to judge, and maybe it was natural. Himself and Gabriel hadn't meant to look threatening though, they were just saying hi. Mikah nodded after what Gabriel said about calling him Mr. and them not being much older. "Yeah." what the Durmstrang said summed up what he thought as well. Three years wasn't much, and Mr. Lovegood was his father. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't all that uncommon for adults to think he was younger than he was. Heh. He'd never really given much though to whether he looked scary to the younger students.
However before he could respond to Neville's apology a sudden familiar voice sounded behind them. He turned around to look at the professor. Mikah would think after six years he would know when curfew was, and he did. Nearing was the key word.. they still had some time, by the end of which they would be heading inside. "We're not.." he started to say but looked around at a splash from the lake. If Neville had seemed nervous before it was nothing compared to how he looked now.
Since Gabriel was helping him Mikah could only look at Neville with raised eyebrows. However his stare was of course not at all mocking or disdainful. Sure, Professor Snape was a very stern teacher, but not really worth a reaction like that. Maybe something bad for Neville had gone on between them. He knew better than to challenge the professor though, and so didn't say anything more. But he did feel sorry for Neville, even more so than before they had approached them, with this on top of having to be the Chosen One. Mikah sure wouldn't have wanted to be in his place. |
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Post by snape on Mar 21, 2011 16:11:31 GMT -5
Truth be told Severus Snape had no idea why the Chosen One was afraid of him. He had never done anything too harsh to Longbottom that he could remember. He knew that he instilled a sense of fear and/or respect in most of his students, but he couldn't have someone be so terrified that the necessary concentration and patience for Potions was compromised. It could very well prove to be deadly not only to the student but to the class as well, even Hogwarts itself would be in danger...
He was therefore only able to watch in slight shock and surprise when the so-called Gryffindor reacted to his sudden presence. He pursed his lips somewhat as Longbottom tripped over a tree root and landing in the Black Lake as a result. Things only went from bad to worse when Neville tried to get up, which caused him to plunge into the water head first this time. Severus raised an eyebrow at the muttering, but didn't catch anything that was said; luckily the Durmstrang boy was quick to repeat it.
"I am aware of when curfew is, boy. This is merely a warning. If I find you lot here after I"m done making my rounds then you will regret it."
His dark eyes glittered dangerously. A slight smirk graced his features as the one from Durmstrang stared him down in a challenging sort of way; now that was a nice breath of fresh air... Snape glanced back to Longbottom for a moment, thinking the other two were just wasting their time because he had never seen the 'power' that Voldemort had claimed this boy was supposed to have. He didn't say anything about it though -- they would find out on their own eventually...
"You have an hour."
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Post by nevillelongbottom on Apr 3, 2011 19:27:34 GMT -5
Neville was scared. No, he was beyond scared. What was the word for it? Terrified? Yeah, that would be in Neville’s vocabulary list at that moment. He had just smart mouthed the teacher and was waiting for Professor Snape to do something.
"In case you didn't catch that, sir, he said, just what I was thinking. We're not breaking curfew, nor any school rules, and yes, I studied them upon my arrival." Neville turned his head in Gabriel’s direction when he spoke up. Neville’s face showed his horror at that, hoping against hope that Professor Snape would not punish Gabriel for that remark or him for that matter. He eyed Gabriel’s wand, wishing that he would put that thing away. To his astonishment, a moment after he had thought that, Gabriel had just now became aware of this and put his wand in his pocket before the professor had time to claim that he had threatened him with it. "I'll make sure that Longbottom returns in time." He added with a challenging stare.
Neville looked from Professor Snape to Gabriel, wondering who was going to break the staring contest. He was amazed that a student, from a different school no doubt would be up to challenging a teacher like Professor Snape. He was about to whisper so in Gabriel’s ear when Professor Snape suddenly spoke again.
"I am aware of when curfew is, boy. This is merely a warning. If I find you lot here after I’m done making my rounds then you will regret it." Neville flinched as Professor Snape’s eyes glistened darkly, as if trying to petrify the lot of them. Neville kept his eye contact, hoping against hope that the horrible potions professor would just leave them alone. "You have an hour." He said before walking off to the Forbidden Forest.
Neville was still quite shaken up, but was glad that Gabriel had saved his butt. Sure, Mikah tried to help, but the Durmstrang boy did most of the talking. Neville looked at them calculatingly; looking warily again. “As you can see, I already have a tormenter, so if you don’t mind, I think I’d rather not get any other enemies.” He said, going to sit down in the spot he had been sitting before he was interrupted. Neville knew that was rude, but he was sure after that performance, Gabriel would think him a coward and bully him, just like everyone else did. He wished for the millionth time that he had not been chosen as the Boy-Who-Lived.
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Post by gabriel0gruev on Apr 4, 2011 18:49:22 GMT -5
Gabriel watched as the professor left their presence watching his swirling cloak as he left. His eyes never left him until he was out of their sites. Once the professor had disappeared Gabriel turned to look at Neville as he spoke, and before he could say anything the boy who lived returned to his spot. Gabriel approached him looking down at him, but now with pride, or anger or even sympathy. His face was placid as he sat in front of Neville.
"I did not come over here to torment you Neville. I'm not the enemy. I'm not like the other students at Durmstrang. I was forced to go there." he said keeping his face clear. "Do I look like a dark wizard to you?" smiles kindly adjusting his glasses.
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