Where they are just and loyal,

hey guys,

so i will be gone for 2 weeks and then right after that i have band camp. sO thAT means that i will have the rest of this summer completely packed with practices and what not. I'll try and keep up with rp's, but i will not be fully active until September. HOWEVER, I am still here to talk to or to plan an rp~~! 

((ALsO OMG ILse WAs In ATtacK on spacE I aM sO HAPpy

hey guys,

            Ilse sat in the Great Hall absorbed in a book. Sipping some tea, she flipped through the pages and made notes on the side.

            “Common Greens, Hungarian Horntails, Ukrainian Iron Belly, ah, here Romanian Longhorns.” she mumbled to herself, turning to the right page.  It was a book on dragons. Something about dragons had always fascinated her. Sure Kaelb and Nemera were both great companions, but it was her lifelong dream to train a dragon, probably influenced by the movie she so adored. Flipping through the pages, she barely noticed the time go by. The lights in the Hall began to dim, but Ilse didn’t realize. Dragons flew in her mind, each one with brilliant colors and shapes, reaching to the skies, going where no one else goes. Her eyes drooped as she finished reading the chapter on Romanian Longhorns. Her head slowly fell on the table as she fell asleep at the table. Ilse’s eyes opened up as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Sitting up, she looked up at her awakener.

A couple of Ilse WIPs~ 

Ilse is an amazing character and must be protected at all costs #ilselangnardefensesquad2K14

            Ilse walked out of the cave of the beast. Nothing could be worse than walking in on Levi grading papers. She sighed as she unravled the note.

            ‘What is worse? A hippogriff’s bite or its dung? You’ll have plenty of both!’

            Ilse paused as she read the note. Looking to the horison, she saw the sun begin to descend, shadows begining to meld with the world of reality. ‘Could it be? I hope Hanji is ok with this.’ Ilse ran to the stables in hopes of making it before sundown. She ran all the way, her breath becoming faster and rougher. Finally, Ilse made it to the stables. Huffing, she muttered,

            “Damn that Peeves…” The old wooden door creaked open as Ilse entered the stables. A hippogriff raised his head. Ilse smiled and waved,

            “Hello Kaelb! Heheheh… At least I get to see you here.” The hippogriff cawed happily at her. She strode over to Kaelb.

            They had bonded over the years. Ilse had met the hippogriff in her first year. She had snuck into the stables out of pure curiosity and had come across Kaelb. Ilse was aprehensive at first, but after a few more meetings (with permission this time), they had become good friends.  She learned how to care for him in class and out of class from some of the volunteers there. Even though she had her owl, Nemera, Ilse felt like she had a stronger bond with Kaelb.             “How are you, buddy?” Ilse rubbed the forehead of the creature, smiling contently. Kaelb chirped in response.

            “Oh yeah, I need to look for my notebook!” Ilse patted Kaelb gently, “Maybe you can help me find it~” She turned around and began to search the stables. Kaelb chirped again, but with more stress. Ilse was searching through the supply closet,             “What is it buddy?” Kaelb cawed again. Ilse sighed and returned to Kaelb,

            “I really need to find my notebook, Kaelb.” The hippogriff pawed at the ground, chirping with urgency. Ilse opened the stable door. On the floor, covered in dirt and hay, was her notebook.

            “Kaelb! Thank you!” She bent over to pick up her notebook. Ilse dusted the leather cover to find it dirtier than she had first expected it. Kaelb purred gently and nudged Ilse.

            “Heh… at least I found it. Thanks Kaelb.” She stood up and patted Kaelb again.

            Frantic hands rummaged through a worn suitcase, ‘Nope, not here either…’ Ilse began to stress, her heart starting to beat faster and faster. Her notebook was her most prized possession and she had the feeling that Peeves was also behind this one. Ilse peeked under her pillow and found a note. Scribbled upon it was a sloppy message:

            “To the left we have goo, to the right some glop, under there you’ll find slop and right in between? Snakes’ head!”

            Damn that Peeves! At least the riddle was relatively easy. Goo, glop, and snake’s head. Potions class for sure. Ilse tucked the scrap of paper into her coat pocket and briskly walked down to the potions room. A chill breeze flowed through the hallway, bringing with it the frigid bite of December. Ilse creaked open the door of the classroom and peeked inside. At the front of the room was Professor Ackerman, hunched over his desk, busily grading papers...

            “Langnar. What business do you have here? It is far past the last class of today. Most Hufflepuffs would be asleep right now, after devouring their dinner...” He spoke as if he almost was a snake, each word dripping with venomous intent. Ilse entered the room and straightened her back,

           “I’m sorry to disturb you, Professor, but I seem to have misplaced my notebook. It is quite precious to me…” Ilse responded, keeping both her hands together. 'God, I want to punch him in the face right now! I know he plays favorites, but come ON!'

            “Oh, is that so?” The professor paused for a moment, scratching a few more marks on the paper he was grading. The silence sat upon the air with a sickly gloom; like the fumes of bad potions concocted by young, naïve students. Finally, he broke the silence,

            “Was it that Peeves again? I’ve had many of my students complain of missing items.” Professor Ackerman’s voice showed no sympathy, only perhaps a slight annoyance that he had to take time to aid his poor Houselings. Ilse nodded in reply.

            “Y-y-yes, Professo-”

            “Don’t. Stutter.” He looked up slightly, stone cold eyes piercing through the gloom.

            “Yes sir.” Ilse pronounced. The professor’s eyes went back down to his work. More silence.

            “I found a note on your desk. I thought it might’ve been one of your classmates. However, it turned out to be worse than one of them.” He put a big mark across the paper. “Useless brats…” he mumbled. The professor shuffled through some papers until he came across a small scrap.

            “Here. I believe it is from Peeves.” He held it out for Ilse.

            “Thank you, professor.” She walked up and took it from his hands.

            “Tch…” He promptly returned to his grading. “Now go.”

            “Ok, thank you again sir.” Ilse bowed slightly and turned to leave. The professor looked up, stone eyes meeting amber ones.