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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 20, 2010 14:03:45 GMT -5
"Dieu et mon droit" Al said smoothly as he approached the gargoyle. He stepped on, and at the top he remembered to knock before entering. He was psyched about the discovery he had made. He now new how the curse worked.
He glanced around, then pulled out the book Mattie had insisted he take the night before. "Arthur? I found out something on Mattie."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 20, 2010 14:20:38 GMT -5
Okay, so the gash in his shoulder was just slightly more troublesome than he gave credit for. Not that he'd pulled too much attention to it during breakfast - though there was a case where he went to pick up his tea with that arm and in turn had only winced, though quickly passed it away and just switched to the other arm.
He was just a little stiff and achey, that was all.
He opened his mouth when Alfred had entered as he turned around, but remembered that he had indeed knocked. He mumbled a little, before waving his less hurting arm towards the chairs from where he was currently standing at the perch and stroking a finger at the owl's head.
He did, however, join him just a moment later at the desk, looking at the book.
"Well, what news?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 20, 2010 14:37:18 GMT -5
"So yesterday, I went to talk to him. He was acting a bit odd, so I tried to talk to him... Well, that didn't turn out too well. Turns out that an emotion-increasing Potion somehow got spilled into his pumpkin juice. I found that out after-" He cut himself off, then cleared his throat. "Anyway, because of the potion, I found out that his curse can't completely suppress the emotions they block."
Then he tapped the book. "Mattie panicked, told me to grab this and ran off. Not sure where he went - he was invisible, I think, and I was in the other room to give him a chance to try and gather himself." Them he flipped it open to the page where Matt's neat handwriting had scrawled down the poem.
"He definitely wrote the words down, but it's not his style at all. I think he was noting down what someone else said."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 20, 2010 15:51:21 GMT -5
Arthur sat himself down at the desk by that. He absentmindedly took a sip of his tea, and started to study the poem itself.
He blinked, his gaze sharply raising up to male, before he looked down again.
"..... A riddle, almost...."
Arthur gazed back down for a couple of seconds towards the poem. He could feel all those years as a Ravenclaw student coming back to him - with every riddle he had to answer, the hidden meanings amongst those words seemed to just float up to him.
After a moment, he looked up to Alfred.
".. What have you gathered of it, so far?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 20, 2010 16:25:19 GMT -5
"Well, the first two lines describe the curse. The first one seems like it's physical appearance. I also thought that five hearts might represent five chances; four warnings, one terminal. Uh... the emotions it suppresses are Love and lust...." Al paused and frowned at the other lines.
"I can't figure out 'Knowledge the only place to go.' All I've got on it is that it might have influenced Mattie's choice to come here... 'That which soars among the rings of heaven/will save you from your spell/But with out help from above/your life will dwell in hell.' That's practically addressing Matt, just saying that without help he's screwed, and, I don't know. He'll be saved by an angel?" Al gave a hopelessly lost shrug.
"The next part... when I first read it, it felt like it was addressing me 'n' you. Dunno why. 'Golden red wings, Emerald of sapphire./Gather you this lost soul/And heal what he cannot.' Um.... That's all I got."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 20, 2010 17:11:33 GMT -5
Arthur's thumb ran thoughtfully just over the corner of his lip, the male murmering to himself.
He nodded, then shook his head.
".. Well, let's see....
'Five hearts upon the skin, a snake dancing with in' .. If you assume that's a physical mark, and Matthew does put it down as 'my curse', then there must be some sort of mark on him somewhere...."
But was it a tattoo, scar? Arthur glanced at the next line.
"I think that's pretty much what you said. Knowledge? Could be something to do with having to learn about his curse... Mind you, he's in a pretty substantial place as it is.. This school could something to do with it? His teaching?
'Love is thine enemy, lust thy foe'
.. This is obviously the emotions that are blocked off. 'enemy' 'foe', you get the point, etc.
.. Now, let's see..
'That which soars among the rings of heaven will save you from your spell But with out help from above.'"
There was a pause. Arthur suddenly smirked.
"... Angel? Alfred, that might as well be you. 'Soars among the rings of heaven'? What about the rings of a quidditch pitch? soaring means to fly, generally, so. The 'help from above' applies to this, I feel." He paused again, and scanned through it.
"Golden Red Wings ... Yes, you. Gryffindor - Gold and Red. Wings - flying. The Emerald in Sapphire? Well. There's my eyes. And I'm a Ravenclaw..."
He paused, then looked up.
"It's saying it's us that help him."
At least, that was what he had gathered.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 20, 2010 17:27:10 GMT -5
Al was nodding along with Arthur's murmurings until Arthur suggest that [i[Al himself[/i] was the soaring help from above. "ME?" He let out a surprised squawk, going stiff and upright before shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
When Arthur announced his final insight, Al nodded. "Why mention me twice, though?" He asked then stood to pace, briefly clapping his hand on Arthur's injured shoulder as he rose.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 12:08:58 GMT -5
"Ngh-h--!"
In a sudden panic he shoved Alfred away a little, before he quickly stood up and walked to the other side of the desk, sighing as though trying to ignore that that completely happened.
He shrugged quickly.
"Maybe you'll have closer connections with him? You have known him for an awfu.lly long time, afterall." He muttered.
Ugh.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 21, 2010 13:01:20 GMT -5
Al's face went blank. He glanced at his hand, then up at Arthur. He raised an eyebrow at the headmaster's reaction. It was a clear to Al that Arthur was hurt, and he slipped his hands in his pockets to keep them from potentially hitting the wound again.
"That's true; I think there's more too it, though." Something was stirring in the back of his mind, some memory, but is slipped away. Al shrugged, knowing that if he kept thinking about it it wouldn't come.
"What happened to your shoulder?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 14:51:21 GMT -5
Arthur shook his head, shrugging. Well, slightly.
".. Nothing's wrong with it. You just shocked me."
He glanced at Alfred.
"Is there something else you may know?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 21, 2010 15:08:52 GMT -5
Al shook his head, moving back to the curse. "Not right now. It's like I should know something, but it's not there right now." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's really frustrating."
He sat back down and tapped on the chair's arm. "And I definitely saw pain. What happened?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 15:12:59 GMT -5
Arthur's expression just went blank, but there was suddenly colour in his cheeks.
"..N-Nothing happened! Even if something did it's no b-business of your own! I just got a small cut, that's all--"
.... Why did he sense that Alfred wasn't believing him? How could he, damnit!
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 21, 2010 15:43:04 GMT -5
Al smothered a chuckle. "Hey, even if I do tease you about acting like an old man, I still consider you a friend." He grinned, fleetingly, showing that he was just a bit concerned about the shorter man.
He fell silent, thinking about Mattie and how he had run off the night before - and now Kirkland was injured, and Mattie hadn't looked all that well at breakfast... "Well, I hope Mattie wasn't involved, he'd've had a rough enough night, with what the tattoo did to him when he stopped trying to force distance..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 15:46:22 GMT -5
Arthur's eyes did widen momentarily at that -- but instead, he just raised an eyebrow.
".. Matthew is fine. I talked to him last night."
He sighed. He probably should mention it to Alfred.
"... I'm going to be teaching him something that he discovered I do and have knowledge about. So from that I'll be able to at least get some information or at least observe him."
It was one of the main reasons he'd said yes, anyway. Not to mention, the look of near-emotion on Matthew's expression sent his heart into a bit of a dainty, nostalgic twirl.
It was nice.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 21, 2010 15:52:07 GMT -5
Al glanced up. "Really? That must've been a quick recovering then - He was in some serious pain when I last saw him last night..." Al's eyebrows furrowed. "And considering the potion, his emotions shouldn't have settled that soon."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 16:18:13 GMT -5
Arthur sighed.
"Well, he was hiding it bloody good if he wasn't... though the shock may have hit him a bit anyway..."
He sighed.
"Well, I'll see next time I see him. Which might be today or tomorrow."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 21, 2010 16:24:36 GMT -5
"He'll deny that it was a curse; no way would someone cast something like that and let their victim talk about it." Al sighed. "Uh... could you tell him I'm sorry about the coffee and the rest when you see him? I'm kinda worried that if I talk to him before he can handle it, he'll end up like last night..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 16:28:29 GMT -5
Arthur blinked, suddenly feeling very, very bemused with himself.
".. U-Uhm, sure? I don't know if he'll know what I'm or you are on about, but I don't see why not."
He sighed.
"Well, if that's all there is to say, I suppose you can feel free to leave."
They had quite the amount of information now..
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