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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Nov 30, 2009 3:42:47 GMT
Brynn nodded still shaking a bit not really feeling the urge to talk. He just followed Ms. Jackson not wanting to ever come back into these corridors. He was still unnerved at the idea of studying Necromancy. He thought for a second "Just wondering but are these parts of the schools haunted?" He asked.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Nov 30, 2009 3:59:19 GMT
She considered the question carefully. 'Is it haunted?' was possibly one of the most commonly asked irritating questions to ask a Necromancy teacher. To the real world, haunted meant that it was resided with an active ghost, whereas those who studied Necromancy knew better; "It certainly has a lot of Death energy, particularly since we opened that door," she said, trying to explain, "and here they have an almost free rein over these parts of the school. There are many traveling spirits that use this place as a convenient resting point; its practically a 5-star hotel. Ghosts which are attached to this area are few and far between, however, and the only ones which seem to have enough energy to do anything are trapped in the room of Necromancy." she said. She knew it wasn't quite answering the question, but as a Necromancy master it was her duty to not give such a hateful question the satisfaction of a 'yes' or 'no'.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Nov 30, 2009 4:19:08 GMT
Brynn listened closely trying to pick out an answer but didn't seem to get one. However he interpreted it as yes. He stayed quiet just nodding and looking forward waiting to get out of this evil maze of halls.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Nov 30, 2009 4:34:45 GMT
Antosha followed Brynn and Ms Jackson closely, wondering how they would leave. After this Brynn would probably go hide in the corner or something. He really didn't like it down here, it seemed no one did.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Nov 30, 2009 5:22:32 GMT
The tunnels and twists seemed endless, but Ms Jackson never faulted, following her faithful pendulum without any sense of doubt that they were reaching ever closer to more familiar paths. Sure enough, the floor began to turn back into a calm wood, the world seeming to suddenly gain just a little more colour as they stepped out, close to the corridors where real students would be.
"If anyone asks, I gave you a right thrashing, alright?" she told them with a slight smile, stepping forwards as her smile disappeared, replaced with a fake anger as she brought the two boys to safety.
~le fin?~
Sure enough, two days later, two notes appeared for Antosha Cobb and Brynn Devereux, though the message which slyly hid the directions to classroom had another, more sinister message:
Dear Mr Cobb/Devereux,
We appologise that there has been a slight mix-up and unavoidable mix-up concerning rooms. Starting next Wednesday, you will be sharing a room with Mr Devereux/Cobb.
Our Sincerest Apologies,
Fedor Secondary School of Excellence,
Headteacher: G.C. Jackson
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