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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 7, 2010 3:24:00 GMT -5
Mindreaders cannot only read minds, they can inject thier own thoughts and feelings into someone else's brain, making them thiers completely, but it is not illegal ...
Dougie hurled the book across the room. "I already know that!" He glared at it. "All damn mindreaders already know that!"
All the work he was doing was not helping. His homework was finished, and now he wanted to know how to get rid of the mindreading ability once and for all, but alas, that wasn't the case. Nothing told him why some babies had mindreading ablities, or how to dispose of the power. This left him shaken up and thinking prehaps there was not way to get rid of it. He sat against the wall, his head in his hands, making him wonder if he was the only mindreader in the school. He hoped he wasn't. In fact, if there was someone younger than him, he'd probably end up offering to teach them all about the ability, which, since he wasn't in the best of moods, wouldn't be a good class.
He stopped thinking of himself and started thinking about his grandfather, what would he have said in this situation?
"Ye arenae dealin' wi it well, I'll tell ye that, me lad! Comeon, start bearin' it, boy! There could be wee 'uns in this school who dinnie ken what tae dae, yet yer sittin' there and only thinkin' o' yerself."
Dougie sighed. That would be exactly what his grandfather would say. But, he simply didn't know where to start, and that wasn't good. Footsteps caught his ear, and he looked at the door, shocked yet ready to say hello and all that mushy stuff.
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Post by gracieharrison on Jan 7, 2010 5:55:15 GMT -5
Rachel quickly jogged up the stairs of the North Tower. Her last vision had been very hazy and cryptic, so she had decided to get up to her "thinking spot" in the tower. Being a seer wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. She hated seeing these visions, it caused her to get no sleep. It was almost as bad as the woman on that muggle television show Ghost Whisperer.
The gryffindor blinked when she heard someone yell "I already know that! All damn mindreaders already know that!" and a thud followed, signaling the throwing of a book. What was it that mindreaders all knew? Rachel raised an eyebrow curiously and reached for the door, turning the knob once it was in her hands and walking into the room. Her gaze fell on the book that had been thrown, found by her foot as she picked it up and fixed it, then focusing on the boy inside the room.
"And what did this poor book do to you?" she teased.
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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 7, 2010 11:43:38 GMT -5
"And what did this poor book do to you?"
Dougie didn't dare look at the girl, his heart beating fast. The idiot had yelled so loud the girl probably already knew he was a mindreader. That wasn't the only reason - he would be ever so tempted to just wipe her mind to make sure she didn't know he was a mindreader - all if he looked up at her. He kept his gaze on the stone wall that was a few meters away from him.
"I ... uh ..." He stuttered, at loss of what to say. He sighed and stood up, keeping his vision line steadily on his hands. He held one out and said, "I'm Dougie. I'm a Seventh Year Gryffindor."
If he was looking anywhere, it wasn't at the girls face. He could feel her gaze boring into his head. He turned away from the girl sharply, staring out of the window.
"Please don't try and make me look at you. I do bad things." Dougie said to her in a sorry tone. "I'm sorry it's just ..."
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Post by gracieharrison on Jan 7, 2010 14:49:47 GMT -5
"Well Dougie, if you're a mindreader you need to be more careful..." she murmured, watching him closely and shaking the offered hand. "Not everyone's as friendly as I am. Rachel Harrison, sixth year Gryffindor."
She kept her gaze on him, ready to turn away if he made eye contact with the intent to wipe her memory. She had seen this situation earlier, and she knew that Dougie was afraid of doing something to her. Rachel smiled slightly when he apologized and waved it off, chuckling slightly in reassurance. "It's alright, I know the feeling."
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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 8, 2010 15:59:20 GMT -5
"Well Dougie, if you're a mindreader you need to be more careful..."
"Yeah well my rage got the better of me this time, didn't it?" he muttered, straightaway apologising if it sounded rude.
"Sorry, sorry, It's just ... I just got this power. Back again. From childhood and it's pissing me off." Then he sighed. " And now I'm opening up to strangers. Please don't tell anyone, yeah? I mean ... it's ... private matters."
"Not everyone's as friendly as I am. Rachel Harrison, sixth year Gryffindor."
"Cool." he nodded, as usual not knowing what to say.
"It's alright, I know the feeling."
"Really? Are ... you a mindreader?" asked Dougie. He hoped she was. He felt as though he needed someone like him to confide in, not someone like Peyton, although he liked confiding in her, she was comforting, expecially the connection. But mindreaders ... he needed someone like him.
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Post by gracieharrison on Jan 8, 2010 16:06:21 GMT -5
"I wish" she smiled, watching him closely and patting his shoulder. "I'm pretty close though, I'm a seer. and trust me, that's a lot more annoying than a mindreader. There's no off button!"
Rachel chuckled slightly, silently musing about her power in her mind. This kid needed help, and she could see that, maybe even though she wasn't a mindreader she could still help him. The girl rubbed her temples as the vision of their current situation appeared in her mind again, blowing her bangs out of her face. "Pain in the ass, freakin' bloody mother-..." she muttered, cursing under her breath
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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 10, 2010 9:48:58 GMT -5
"Ooh, that ain't good." Dougie said with a sharp inhale. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, hoping she could hear him. He'd never been in the presence of a seer. At least, not that he knew of. He smiled a little as she cursed, immediantly kicking himself. Why was he smiling? He shook his head slightly, watching her intently. He raised his eyebrows, wondering if he would be able to see what she was seeing if he read her mind. He didn't try.
"Are ... are you OK Rachel? Do you need me to do anything?"
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Post by gracieharrison on Jan 10, 2010 11:43:38 GMT -5
"Nope, I'm good. Just wish I had an off button" she murmured, shaking her head free of her visions and smiling weakly up at him. Rachel wasn't one to complain, she mostly focused on others to keep herself from thinking about it. She watched him closely, wishing she was a mindreader herself and wondered what he was thinking. "So..." she started, this was awkward when you can't think of anything to say.
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