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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 26, 2010 15:24:06 GMT -5
((Me Arthur and eventually Mattie))
Al scowled out the unicorn. He knew he had given Arthur the two pieces of paper, but he was also annoyed that he hadn't been allowed to talk about them at all. And he still felt certain that it had been Mattie in the room.
He sighed. "Dieu et Mon Droit." Time to just talk to Iggy about them, get that final piece from Ravenclaw tower, solve them, and talk to Mattie. Some internal clock told him that they could run out of time to solve the riddles AND get a happy ending when the curse was gone.
If anyone deserved a happy ending, it was Mattie, and Al wouldn't stop until the Canadian had a real one.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 26, 2010 16:19:28 GMT -5
Arthur was... well. He could have just been really trying to study the paper up close. Or trying to stick his cheek to the desk.
Or, quite simply, he'd just fallen asleep.
It wasn't really the male's fault. In between teaching Matthew and attending feasts and talking to the ministry and overall everything, Arthur didn't really...
As the steps moved up and he heard the door open, an emerald eye cracked open from his position slumped over the desk. As soon as his view figured on the American he groggily sat up, peeled the piece of paper stuck to his cheek and ran a hand quickly through his hair (even though that didn't help at all) and quickly grabbed a cup of tea, before promptly realising it was empty.
He muttered to himself, coughed, and looked up at the male and acted as though he just hadn't been slumped on his desk, dozing about whatever it was he dozed about. Arthur could feel himself blushing, slightly. Damnit.
"Y-Yes? W-What is it you want?"
Ahem.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 26, 2010 16:28:29 GMT -5
"To talk about the papers. There's a third on in Raveclaw - you know that Badger statue that should up in the common rooms there there years after you graduated? It's near that." Al shrugged. "You look exhausted - Maybe I should have given you more time..."
He backed towards the door, feeling rather guilty about his impatience.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 27, 2010 13:32:32 GMT -5
Arthur sighed, before the wand flicked and the chair slid slightly outwards. He shook his head and rubbed at an eye.
"No no, sit." He remarked, moving his teacup to let it get it filled. It was about time they talked, anyway.
"So, what have you made of the poem so far?" He asked. Arthur had looked at it, but..
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 27, 2010 14:09:17 GMT -5
Al moved forward and sat down, sorting out how to explain what he figured out. "Well, the first part, the one on older paper... I think that everything it mentions has already happened. I talked to that totem-beaver that hangs out with Mattie and found out some stuff that I need to explain before I can finish talking about the poem." Mattie loved me, will love me when he can again, but he can't now. Can't now. "For one thing, I knew about the abuse, the curse, just about everything before I started teaching last year, but Mattie used that secret-keeper spell and a memory charm to make sure I forgot. Though I also learned where Mattie had hid three parts of a written prophecy-type thing his shaman mentor had come up with."
Al wasn't sure if he was making any sense at all, but he needed to get his new memories off his chest before he broke down and cried too... "H-he said he loved me before he cast the memory charm." Al refused to acknowledge that his eye were watering. "It nearly killed him." he didn't notice when the tears started to flow, instead he kept talking. "Even before the Memory charm lifted I remembered the mess after the memory charm. He was so still - Beaver was there and told me how to save him." The American shook his head, focusing again.
"Anyway, that's how I knew to talk to Beaver before I found that bit. First line of it refers to that. the second line is saying that Mattie will 'find his shape'. He's always wanted to be an animgus, so I figured that it was imply that he'd be taught how. Third line..." Al mumbled the rest of that sentence, "it's about that confession a year ago."
He cleared his throat, "Last line in that one states the form he'll take on and implies that there'll be some distinction between the forms, where most animagi wouldn't have any." He shrugged, not one hundred percent on all that, but very close too it.
"The other piece we have right now, well, I haven't thought as much about it. It clearly addresses each of us separately. It says that I have to care about the wolf in Mattie too - that something about that form is key to getting the curse off and not hurting him - but that's all I can get out of my part. Your part... 'Like the otter', 'like the otter'... Do otters pry clams open, or crack the shells with rocks until they can get to the meat? Either way, I think it means that the curse has to be taken off little by little?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 27, 2010 16:24:14 GMT -5
And before Arthur could really help himself, before his mind could come to senses, he'd stood up from his chair and leant forward, dabbing away at the tears with an hankerchief. His expression was of utter concern until he caught himself on what he was doing and he blushed quite bashfully, just handing Alfred the hankerchief and promptly sitting back down. He sighed and covered his expression with his cup as he picked it up.
".. A-Alfred, Sssshh."
At the mention of 'he loved me' the male felt the most uncomfortable, tight feeling in his chest.
He ignored it.
Once he was sure that Alfred had finished what he to say, Arthur just muttered to himself and placed out the notes he'd been given. He sighed.
"Alright, I'll tell you now. Matthew's potential Animagus is a wolf. When he's in that form he's an animal, so his emotions and instincts are a lot more blunt. If he's looking slightly more plumper or healthier than usual it's because I've been managing to get him to eat while in that form. Now," he paused, before pointing towards the first part.
"He'll learn his shape as a wolf. He needs to surrender to his own fate... now, i personally think he can't live on like this. if he 'surrenders to his fate' it means that he'll succumb to his own emotions eventually. Now." the Brit brought out the next part of the poem, before circling the two parts with the quill he picked up.
"They are specified to the two of us, it seems: you're right on that. But you haven't made any progress on it yet,"
He sat down.
"Lets see.."
"'Holds the final note' could really main several things. Either the last thing in fixing this, or the last note for you."
"'Ignorance is bliss'. Well, this was a little hard to figure out but with Matthew in wolf form he is slightly more... ignorant, in thoughts and feelings and emotions and such. That could be the relation? and 'turn back from the path of light' is telling you to stop trying to stride off and stop being such a big damn hero, because the answer's probably right in front of you and you can't see it."
He took a moment to glare, before Arthur sighed and finished making his notes. He turned to his section.
"'Complexity holds nought but strife' again, this could relate to the ignorance Matthew becomes as a wolf..."
'"Willful is the love he hold' ... Willing to do something? .. Well, that could be the only love he possess..." He looks up to Alfred. ".. And he'd been desperate to become one. I can see it everytime I see him. He never wants to leave my office.."
"'Rip not away the offending charm.. Be as the otter' Okay, well. I suppose you were right on that one. I can't take it away at once, I have to break into it slowly."
He looked up at Alfred, his thoughts calculating, but there was a hint of a troubled glaze.
"What was this about a third piece, you said?.."
Damnit, Alfred needed to stop sniffing. His eyes looked so wide and childish. U-Ugh!
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 27, 2010 17:46:44 GMT -5
Al cleared his throat again, then carefully cleaned off his tear tracks. "Um, right. I don't know HOW he got it there, but it's in Ravenclaw tower. Not sure if you've been in there since you became headmaster, but uh... there should be a badger statue in there that supposedly appeared there in me and Mattie's sixth year? the final thing should be there."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 28, 2010 13:51:37 GMT -5
Arthur rolled his eyes.
"I can't recall. I've been in many rooms over the years. I don't feel I should bother asking what you were doing in there in the first bloody place."
Well, there wasn't anywhere else they could go, was there? The headmaster stood up, straightening out his robes.
"Well, chop chop. Some students might be wondering what we're both doing if we don't hurry, soon."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 28, 2010 14:00:28 GMT -5
Al held up his index finger in protest, "Actually, I never WAS in there. I was outside. I only know that Mattie pulled it off from the rumors and complaints the next morning. And hearing Ravenclaw's still ask why there's a badger statue in their common room."
Al stood up after Arthur. "And It was SUPPOSED to be a Lion." Al sighed petulantly but nodded. "Right then."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 28, 2010 14:11:06 GMT -5
Arthur rolled his eyes, then frowned.
"Well, remind me to bloody transfigure it into a raven, then. Can't believe no one bloody told me beforehand."
His chair was moved in, and Arthur started moving toward the door. Once they got this, then they could start putting the last piece of the puzzle together.
.. Well, what they had so far.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 28, 2010 14:23:24 GMT -5
Al nodded. "Right. I'm surprised none of the students have managed it, actually. I mean, Unless Mattie secretly put anti-transfiguration and anti-removal charms on it." Al hummed thoughtfully and tapped his chin.
"You know, I wouldn't put it past him. I mean, I know he did that with the plush lion I gave him third year, but I'm pretty sure he took that with him when he graduated. And it was more so that no one would tease him about it." Al was clearly thinking outloud as he walked, fond smile plastered on his face. "And he gave me a toy hippogriff on my birthday to return the favor."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 30, 2010 10:45:05 GMT -5
Arthur felt like facepalming. He didn't really care for anything what he was rambling about, not really. He did make not of the anti-transfiguration charms, though.
".. Some basic ones can be undone if you know how to do it properly." He remarked. They really could do with not having a bloody badger in the ravenclaw common room.
"Follow me, then."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 30, 2010 10:54:02 GMT -5
Al followed after, mind clearly on memories of his school years and adventures with Lupe and Mattie. "This IS Mattie we're talking about. You know, mister Designed-a-brilliant-invisibility-spell-in-second-year? I think he modified every charm he's ever learned." Al didn't bother suppressing the note of blatant pride in his voice, or the wicked grin that crept across his face.
"But then, if anyone can undo what he did to it, you can."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 30, 2010 11:08:56 GMT -5
They set off down the stairs, and Arthur couldn't help but to smirk to himself, if a little crookedly.
"Oh, like the one that threatens to erase him from existence if he gets sick and loses concentration? Yes, very brilliant. Every spell has it's fault, Alfred." He remarked, then just carried on. They set down the long hallway.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 30, 2010 11:13:09 GMT -5
Al frowned, not liking remembering that fact. "The person who cast it did it WRONG. He's cast it on me properly a few times and was able to remove it completely." It was all muttered to himself, but the American shrugged it away.
"So, are you going to go in and get it yourself while I wait outside? If I remember right, you never did like people watching of your shoulder."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 3, 2010 14:33:32 GMT -5
Arthur rolls his eyes, coming to the first corner.
"Of course. You're the Gryffindor head, remember? You don't have a right to enter in the first place."
A ghost wandered by, which the Brit quickly nodded in greeting at.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 3, 2010 14:55:12 GMT -5
"Righ- ee - Ahem, right." Al stiffened and let out a slight squeak when he noticed the ghost. It was a stupid phobia for a Hogwarts alumni to have, but it was the one fear Al couldn't move past.
At least he could mostly suppress his instinct to fire off a bunch of spells and dive into the nearest hiding spot. He hadn't done that since that time he had been dared into the Shrieking Shack in fourth year.
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