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Post by ernie on Apr 12, 2011 13:51:27 GMT -5
It still didn't move. "Just our luck - the only lifeless statue in Hogwarts!" Ernie cried. Maybe they had to get a specific password for it to even come to life, or tap a certain part of its grotesque body.
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 12, 2011 14:28:51 GMT -5
Well that sucked. Talking to a something that was alive but couldn't answer you, like greeting a song bird in the morning, was one thing but talking to a lifeless object- Elle let a frown slip onto her lips. "Darn, I hate making a fool of myself for nothing." If something came out of making a fool out of herself that was fine though.
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Post by ernie on Apr 12, 2011 15:14:28 GMT -5
Ernie nodded, but still approached the gargoyle. He tapped it in various places, tried sticking his finger in the ear - anything that could lead it to showing them its secrets.
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 12, 2011 15:41:40 GMT -5
Watching Ernie try his hand with getting the gargoyle to do something, anything, Eleanor realized she had jumped right into the whole thing. "Where were you heading?" She asked hoping that she wasn't keeping him from something important.
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Post by ernie on Apr 12, 2011 18:23:58 GMT -5
"Hm?" Ernie asked, pausing his persuit to look up at her. "Oh, just lunch," he said, before returning to the statue. He pulled on the stone ear, patted it on the back, squeezed the elbow...anything to make it do something.
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 12, 2011 18:45:33 GMT -5
Lunch? It was lunch time? Elle wondered how long she had been sucked in that gargoyle's trance. Her stomach wasn't yet growling but it wasn't in her nature to wait long enough for it to start. "Maybe it doesn't move... like a Red Herring." Elle suggested.
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Post by ernie on Apr 12, 2011 19:54:22 GMT -5
Ernie took a step back at her suggestion, surveying the gargoyle with folded arms and a tapping foot. "Well then that's just annoying," he decided, turning to look at her.
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 12, 2011 19:57:40 GMT -5
Elle laughed at Ernie's expression. "I wouldn't put it past whoever built the castle." With all the supposed secret passages around and the architecture, particularly the moving stairs, Elle had a feeling whoever it was happened to be an amateur comedian on the side.
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Post by ernie on Apr 12, 2011 20:24:41 GMT -5
"Fine, then the gargoyle's a waste of time," Ernie said, literally waving off the statue - or he would have waved it off, if it could move. But it seemed like it couldn't, so he just waved at it, as if brushing it away. "Do you want to get some lunch?"
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 12, 2011 20:30:34 GMT -5
"You bet..." Elle pursed her lips for a moment looking Ernie over. "But only if you give me a piggy back ride to the stairs." She would go along anyway because she was hungry but if she could get Ernie to carry her, why not, right?
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Post by ernie on Apr 13, 2011 20:37:18 GMT -5
Ernie let out a chuckle, albeit a nervous one. "...You're not serious?" he asked, hoping she wasn't. He wasn't a strong bloke, and carrying her down the stairs might not be the best idea. Besides, it would just look downright odd.
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 13, 2011 22:00:16 GMT -5
Elle tapped her chin in mock thought for a moment. "Nah, I'm not serious." She wasn't going to try and goad Ernie into it if he didn't just spring at the suggestion with willingness, didn't seem right.
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Post by ernie on Apr 17, 2011 18:23:34 GMT -5
"Alright, good," Ernie sighed with relief. "No offense, but I don't think I could carry you." He held his arm up in a way that would flex biceps, if he actually had biceps that would flex. "I'm a lot of things, but strong isn't one of them."
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Post by eleanor branstone on Apr 17, 2011 18:46:35 GMT -5
Ernie might not have been rippling with muscles but he certainly wasn't weak. Elle could understand his concern though; he didn't want to risk dropping her. "It's okay, although I think you're plenty fit."
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Post by ernie on Apr 18, 2011 23:08:46 GMT -5
"If I was fit, I'd be on the Quidditch team," Ernie scoffed, though that wasn't entirely true. Sure, Quidditch was a fine sport to watch, but he didn't want to risk having his face broken just for a shiny trophy. He could do much greater things than that, and he intended to.
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