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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 3, 2007 0:18:07 GMT -5
Dónall's half smirk turned into a whole smile, as he replied, "Who says this history stuff is boring, Sir? It's mighty useful information, don't you think?" He was joking, really, but there was some truth behind it.
He continued on to his seat, and set his bag down beside it. Sitting down, he leisurely leaned back and placed his hands behind his head. He then continued speaking. "Hm, s'not so chilly in here. The dungeon is a little nippy these days, though."
'That's it, Donnie-Boy, talk about the weather. Always a safe topic.'
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 2, 2007 23:51:44 GMT -5
Dónall arrived just on time to Defence Against the Dark Arts class, in a better mood than he'd been in all week. Though he was still upset about the owl he had received from his father, and the rude stares and comments from his House mates, he was doing the best he'd ever done in school so far, and he tried to focus on that instead of the negative things.
As he walked into the classroom, he cast a quick glance at the professor, and gave a half smirk, half smile. He didn't mind the man, anymore, maybe he even respected him...
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 30, 2007 9:13:47 GMT -5
"Thank you," he muttered, not quite sure how to to voice his gratitude; it didn't happen very often.
A small, barely noticeable smile crept up on him, against his will, and he proclaimed, "Oh, you might want to give him a detention outside in the dark. I can promise it would be highly amusing. For you, at least... If you get what I mean."
His face became serious soon after, and Donall knew he had to get out of there as fast as he could. It was beginning to be too much for him; too much for one day.
"I... I have to go... Err, study!" he said, in a confused manner. "Yeah, study. See ya 'round, professor."
And with that, he packed up his bag as fast as he could, and made his way out of the classroom to go wander the grounds, away from his Common Room.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 29, 2007 23:42:59 GMT -5
Don was glad that this whole thing was over. He was anxious to get out of the straps and armour, and even more so to get out of the spotlight and as far away from his Hosue mates as he could.
As the straps loosened and the professor helped him out of the armour, Sir Nicholas apologized for the problems that had been plaguing Donall since the beginning of the school year. He wasn't sure how to take it.
His pride seeping in, Donall retorted, "Nothing to worry about, I can take care of myself."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 29, 2007 23:14:48 GMT -5
Donall felt the pressure of straps and such around him, but the weight he was sure was to follow never came.
He breathed steadily, not one to be too nervous over unexpected situations such as this. He wondered what he looked like, and what he had gotten himself into.
Mirror? That sounds wonderful right about now.
He turned to the mirror that the professor mentioned, and took a good look at himself. He gasped at the sight. He wouldn't have recognized himself, what with all the armour and intricacies. He stared at his reflection, pondering these Knights and their ideals.
A moment or so later he turned back to the class, and the professor and spoke quietly. "Wicked..."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 29, 2007 22:53:03 GMT -5
Don's step faltered a bit as he heard the students' snickering and whispering. At the sounds of the knight's voice giving Anthony a detention, however, Donall became more confident in his decision.
He got behind the cloth and, stuck his head through the top of it, and then slipped his arms and legs into the sockets. He did exactly as instructed.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 29, 2007 16:09:36 GMT -5
Dónall looked around the classroom, waiting for someone to offer up their services to the professor. No one did. He weighed the consequences if he were to volunteer, and decided that maybe... just maybe... he would want to be the one.
Yes, that was it, he would volunteer for the last example and if his House Mates didn't like it, they could just shove off.
"I'll do it, Sir" he said, in a strong voice. "I'll volunteer."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 22:45:17 GMT -5
Dónall was completely enthralled. He found this history of the Dark Arts to be highly interesting, and he especially loved the psychological background that Sir Lannsmann was giving them.
However, he had no answer for the professor's question, and merely sat there eagerly awaiting for more information.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 28, 2007 6:43:37 GMT -5
Donall no longer argued with himself over whether or not he should answer the professor's questions. Like his father kept telling him, he must do well in school, right? So, class participation was a part of that, wasn't it? This was how he rationalized what he did next.
"The Banshee's scream is lethal, is it not? I suppose that's a bomb full of 'em."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 21:33:42 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I don't know..." he replied, adding on a "Sir," for good measure.
At that point, Corenthos let out a cough, disguising some sort of insult which Don didn't catch.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 21:16:56 GMT -5
Dónall listened intently, still a little bothered by the head Sir Lannsmann was now wrapping back up.
'That was a human being. A wizard. Yet it was still a dark creature, a monster...'
And then it dawned on him - that was the answer the professor was probably looking for!
"The Inferi are human beings just like us, but they've been... tainted, for lack of better word. Thye just keep coming at you, only killing on their mind. It's unsettling..."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 20:49:03 GMT -5
Donall was, initially, disgusted by the ...thing. The Inferi's head was a grotesque sight, but after a few seconds of glancing at it, Don wasn't as sickened as he had been at first sight.
He didn't want a closer inspection, though. He wasn't a squeamish boy, but he knew his limits. Prodding a dead man's head was not his diea of a good time, and he would leave the sick idea to the Gryffindor boy who seemed very eager and willing.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 18:00:04 GMT -5
Dónall's face flushed slightly, as the professor began to chuckle. He had been concerned for nothing, it seemed.
He did not laugh along with the rest of th students, nor did he scowl outwardly. On the inside he was disappointed in himself for showing such emotion, to the Gryffindor professor, no less!
Don did, though, let out a little snigger at the professor's use of Corenthos' comment against him. He had no answer to the question asked.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 17:30:08 GMT -5
Don's eyes followed the professor as he picked up the large chest from the floor. He had wondered what it was and why it was there, and he guessed now that it was time for the chest's meaning to be revealed.
He watched as Sir Lannsmann opened it with a large brass key, and flinched as the professor screamed.
He jumped out of his chair a little, but quickly sat back down before his House Mates could gauge why he had reacted that way. It was only a human reaction to jump to someone's aid when they were in trouble. Wasn't it?
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 27, 2007 16:56:20 GMT -5
A fellow Slytherin, Anthony Corenthos, sat ahead of him. At the professor's question, he turned around in his seat to snicker and whisper to Dónall, "Oi Donnie, I reckon he's starkers!"
Dónall, however, didn't take the bait and simply kicked the back of his House Mate's chair. Hard.
He stared at the front of the classroom, a smirk very similar to a smile trying to make it's way out. He knew the answer, of course, most students did these days. He was a little surprised that no one raised their hands to answer the obvious question.
Shrugging, he lifted his hand and spoke. "He hid a Basilisk within the school walls, Professor." He completely ignored the other part of the knight's question; normally he would have made a nasty comment at the professor's expense, considering he really was asking for it.
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