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Post by Taylor on Jul 23, 2009 11:13:38 GMT -5
Stretching, she rolled. Landing on the floor, she groaned. Francesca hated these stupid, hard mattresses. Opening her eyes, she untangled herself from the soft blankets. Standing up, she looked around. It was around one in the afternoon, eh, she didn't mind. Getting changed into her plain outfit of shorts, tee shirt and those other needs. Starting to hear a loud meow from her dorm mates bed, Francesca picked up her shoe and chucked it at the cat.
It responded the hit with a loud yowl, making Francesca smile happily. Taking her sneakers back, she put on socks, then the sneakers. Searching her rather messing truck for a brush, she finally found one. Brushing her hair neatly, then using a spell to make it not frizz. She put a tiny bit of cherry blossom perfume on. Twirling her wand with her fingers, she walked out of the dorm contently. She really wasn't that hungry, so she decided she would eat later on.
Walking normally out of the Ravenclaw Common Room, not bothering to look at the mountains to linger to talk currently. Sure, she loved Ravenclaw, but she had been here for seven years, she didn't want to stay in the common room. It got rather boring at times. And, the Ravenclaw Common Room being on the fifth floor wasn't her favorite thing. She started to rushed down all those stairs, rather use to it by now.
Finally getting on the first floor, she headed to the Transfiguration Courtyard. Out of all the four courtyards, she liked this one best. She really didn't know why. Walking into the courtyard, she smiled, it actually wasn't that crowded. She forced herself not to giggle as some first year trip successfully. The sky was filled with gray clouds, warning that it was going to rain soon.
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Post by Haine on Jul 23, 2009 11:57:10 GMT -5
In the mind of Phil, there was nothing worse than boredom. Well actually, that's pretty much a lie. There were things like being late, death eaters, accordian music... anyway. Boredom was pretty low down on the list of Phil's likes. The problem wasn't that there was nothing to do - quite the opposite, in fact. There was loads of things Phil could possibly do. The library was full of things to read, the great hall full of food... and there was always that matter of that charms essay Phil had been putting of all week.Oh well. He'd think a lot better when it was 3am the night before it had to be handed in. He always did.
How come when a person is bored, they always feel so disinclined to do anything at all? That was actually a pretty damn good question. Maybe even good enough to pass for the question of life. How come no one ever asked about the question of life, only the meaning?I mean, how could anyone answer something without knowing the question in the first pla- That's another thing to remember. Boredom always leads to random thoughts like that.
It was probably boredom that had brought Phil out to the transfiguration court yard in the first place. He was currently sitting alone on a stone bench in a far off corner of the courtyard, a book placed next to him - now long forgotten. There was little chance it would have held his interest the way that the people in the courtyard did.
Grey skies were now looming overhead, predicting rain. Phil smiled softly to himself - he loved the rain. Perhaps it was the threat or promise (Whichever way you looked at it) of rain that had drawn people off, as the courtyard was not nearly as full of students as it would have been on a sunny day. Phil didn't care - he was quite content whatever the weather.
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Post by Taylor on Jul 23, 2009 12:35:29 GMT -5
Softly, a small rain drop hit her cheek. She smiled and wiped it off, spying other little rain drops splattering now. As long as thunder and lightning didn't come, she was pretty happy. Her eyes scanned the courtyard, actually wanting to talk to someone. She spotted Phil, Philip Jacques, right? Phil was in her house and year, right? Ravenclaw and seventh. Yeah, she now remembered him.
She walked over to him, not looking at her wand to lifting it much, she flicked it. A umbrella popped out of the air, and she caught it with her left hand, since it was empty. It was raining a bit harder now, so she opened the black umbrella and covered her head. Approaching Phil, she smiled. "Hey." She said with a nod.
Yes, she was in a rather good mood right now. It wasn't sunny, humid, and hot. It was cool and rainy. No chances of getting sun burnt or sweating.
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Post by Becca on Jul 23, 2009 12:47:23 GMT -5
Nex stared out at the greying sky, black clouds swirling and threatening for rain, a small smile passed pink lips before entering the courtyard. Rain was by far better than the sun in her mind, the sun just made her squint and look completely and utterly deranged... at least she thought it did at the very least and that’s all that mattered to her. The hair colour for the day was a deep royal blue for once not decorated with arrays of strange items; she couldn’t be bothered with it today. It was much more fun to go say hello to people she knew, and hopefully find more people she hadn’t seen yet and greet them. Unfortunately not everyone was pleased to meet Nex, possibly because she had the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.
Making her way into the courtyard grey eyes scanned the area for someone she had yet to know, it didn’t take her long to spot someone sitting in one of the corners. As far as her eyesight could tell she didn’t know them and proceeded to charge over towards the bench. “Why hello there!” she chirped stopping just inches in front of the boy and proceeding to sit next to him . Rain droplets began to fall as the heavens opened, at the same time Nex realised this she also noticed the girl with a black umbrella “Hi to you as well” she grinned
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Post by Taylor on Jul 23, 2009 13:18:17 GMT -5
Francesca heard a greeting and turned to see whom it was from. Rather shocked from the hair, she tried to hide it. "Hello." She said politely. She didn't recognize this girl, at all, really. "I'm Francesca Arlington, Ravenclaw." She said, again politely. That was one thing she had learn for her parents, be polite to impress.
She stood up more straight, not that she was slouching or anything. She was just relaxing, she it was bothering her. Once again, another thing her parents had taught her when she was young. Yes, she did get disowned for mingling with muggle borns, but now it seemed to be a habit.
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Post by Haine on Jul 23, 2009 13:37:57 GMT -5
Drip. Drip. DripDripDrip.
Well, looks like the rain found him after all. Obviously without thinking, Phil looked up to the sky - a grin clear on his face. Well up until the moment that he got rain in his eye. Then it was more of a grimace. For that brief moment, Phil forgot everything that was around him, once again sidetracked in his own little world. It was alright- they knew him there. But of all the times for someone to approach him, it had to be then didn't it? Simply sod's law.
A moment or so later, Phil responded to the voice that had finally penetrated his skull. He felt like a right idiot. Phil vaguely remembered the girl - Francesca Arlington, was it? Probably. Same house and year group, so that clearly narrowed down a lot of possibilites.He smiled at her anyway while wiping some of the rain off his face with his sleeve. It was pretty much a stupid idea, seeing as he would get wet again in less than a minute. But Phil didn't mind because, as I have repeatedly mentioned, he liked the rain.
"Hi. Lovely weather, isn't it?" He replied, gesturing for her to sit down where his book had previously been. The book had been moved under the bench for it's own safety.
But of course, it didn't go according to plan. As the space next to him was now occupied by what on first glance appeared to be a rather chipper mass of royal blue hair yet was actually a hyperactive Gryffindor. Obviously Phil could not react by saying what he was thinking (Which was to ask the girl if she was insane or had just consumed a large amount of sugar) so he used the same tactic as Francesca, only without as much grace.
"Uhm...Hi."
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Post by Becca on Jul 23, 2009 14:00:53 GMT -5
Nex’s head turned to the girl, “Nice to meet you Francesca, I’m Nex in Gryffindor” she smiled; well Francesca hadn’t run away so far. That was a good start at least, if they hadn’t ran away or attempted to pretend she wasn’t there is was a definite win. “I haven’t seen you around before... then again I’m not the most observant person in the world... anyway do you have a name?” she asked Phil turning her head to the side and reaching to brush a few stray hairs from her face.
“So what year are you both in?” she asked slightly calmer than from mere seconds before, she had a feeling the sudden entrance might of been a slightly awkward start so tactic one was small talk for the moment. After the ice was broken then she would allow the big heap of crazy she was to begin showing its splendour
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Post by Taylor on Jul 23, 2009 14:20:51 GMT -5
Francesca looked at him a nodded. She didn't mind the girl taking the seat, just the hair was a little shocking. The rain started to come down a little harder, to her surprise. A cold breeze came by, ruffling her hair and giving her unpleasant goose bumps. Maybe she should have worn a jacket.
Finally, she heard that horrid thunder. She forced herself not to show the fear, hoping she was succeeding. Clearing her throat she said,"Ah, Gryffindor.". She had never been fond of Gryffindors that much. A rain drop hit her arm and she brushed it off, getting goose bumps once more.
"I'm in seventh year, you?" She said, using the polite tone once more. Rubbing her arm, she tried to get the goose bumps away. If this girl started going crazy, she'd probably get more freaked out. She ran a hand through her hair, peeking out from her umbrella to spot a bolt of lightning, frowning.
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Post by Dea on Jul 23, 2009 15:56:23 GMT -5
Thalia realised that there was a teensy weensy hole on the knee of her jeans. Wait. There were holes on both knees! Great. Brilliant. Then and idea hit her like a blind butterfly.
A few minutes later, the jeans were ripped. She looked...stupid. Sighing, she threw them across the bed and pulled on another pair. Good enough.
She knotted her Chuck Taylor's and checked her hair. She'd spent ages doing it this morning. That was a new thing for her. It looked...Well, it looked basically the same, to be honest.
Oh well.
She took the moving staircase slowly. No need to fall down the stairs. Doing it with your eyes closed wasn't smart. But she'd freak unless. Maybe if she just squinted....And she was down. She dropped in on McGoogles to drop off a slightly late essay, and sidled into the Transfiguration Courtyard.
And there was the brightest shock of blue hair she'd ever seen.
She blinked. It took her a moment to realise there were others there. Oh! She knew them. Cess and Phil. She stepped out from the overhang...and straight into the rain.
"GAH!" Was her greeting.[/size]
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Post by Haine on Jul 24, 2009 12:04:27 GMT -5
Okay then - the scary girl was in Gryffindor. Phil still didn't have a single clue who she was though. I mean, come on. That blue hair certainly wouldn't be forgotten easily. Either way, Phil's face remained blank and wet, which made him realize even more that it would probably be a good idea to conjure an umbrella like Francesca did... Gah. Spacing out again. Therefore Phil had just missed whatever Nex had just said to him. Oh, wait. Did he have a name?
Well Of course Phil had a name. Practically everything in the world had a name, whether it be Table, Human or Stanley. Technically, Phil couldn't say that to Nex as it would be rude, and our dear Philip was anything but rude. "Philip Jacques, seventh year Ravenclaw. Yet please just call me Phil." No, that was not a request. Phil really hated being called Philip, and woe betide anyone that dared to.
Phil's attention was once again captured by something else - this time another poor sucker who had just walked unprepared into the rain. He couldn't help but feel sorry for them, whoever they were, as they obviously hadn't noticed the rain. Any minute now Phil expected them to run screaming to the nearest entrance - it certainly wasn't beneath most girls at this school. Yet now that he had seen that it was Thalia, it was obvious that would never happen.
"GAH?Interesting greeting." He commented, laughing softly.
ooc//Argh.Terrible post. -.-
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Post by Dea on Jul 24, 2009 12:49:57 GMT -5
Thalia decided to conjure an umbrella. Not that it would do much good. And then, there was an umbrella. And then, it turned inside out.
She rolled her eyes. "Forget it." She tossed the umbrella behind her.
And then there was Phil. "Er. Yeah. Gah," she laughed. She was aware of the fact that the rain was going down her back. Not so comfortable.
"Er. Who's the girl with the blue hair?" Sure, she should probably know who she was. But...the hair...It was blue.
And then she remembered Francesca, and for a brief minute, she thought that maybe Francesca had Mushu. But, no. The cat was in the dorm. On her pillow. All was well. [/size]
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Post by Taylor on Jul 24, 2009 14:09:18 GMT -5
Francesca turned her head to looked at Thalia and cracked a smile at her ugh. She watched her umbrella and sighed. She flicked her wand and muttered,"Reparo." and a water and wind repelling spell. "Accio Umbrella." She murmured and caught the umbrella. She held it out for Thalia and said,"There.".
Nah, she hadn't seen Mushu in a while. And probably wasn't going to go near that cat for a while. She liked quiet and small cats, and she really didn't like Mushu. She stiffened quickly, but then relaxed slightly as a loud thunder boomed.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 24, 2009 14:12:02 GMT -5
Oh boy, another year at Hogwarts. The lanky greasy haired lad was torn between being enthused and depressed, he rather enjoyed the art and skill of potion-making and studying about other such things, but the… others whether they be of his own house or another seemed to enjoy picking on him, it wasn’t so much the student body that bothered him it was just that Potter, that impudent, pompous, obtuse imbecile, he didn’t even loathe him as much as Sirius. Potter thinks he’s all that as he struts about the castle with his love-smitten fans following close behind like a dog after his master. Just because he has a bit of talent at the Quidditch games Potter thinks he owns everything and everyone, he thinks he’s smarter and better than everyone else, he was tired of it. The thought of this began to anger Severus. The tall ashen young man wondered what sort of things James had planned on for him this year, oh how he loved his petty torments. One day, Severus thought, one day he’ll get what he deserves, he’ll get what’s coming to him, he would just have to be patient and hope that he’s the one that gave it to James.
The thought of this stupid insolent boy made him angry and so he focused his mind on something else. Severus Snape was one his way out to the courtyard for a small break from the confines of the castle and its stale atmosphere, in his hand was his potions book; this was something he read through often. The binding was creased with use and pages were dog-eared and even stained, the cover was even wrinkled with creases and soiled with the oil from his fingers or dirt. The slender Slytherin weaved though people while glancing through his book in search of a particular page. One thing Sev noticed were the halls and the sea of people moving about in them, it was too crowded, the young man despised crowds for wherever there were crowds, there was loud incessant noise, and more often than not, Potter was the source of said racket. It didn’t take long for his presence to be noted and with this came the lame attempts at bullying. One young man proceeded to nearly knock him over as he was passing by as if he didn’t notice him occupying the space in which he walked, but with a wall being there Severus was knocked into that instead and the book fell to the floor. Severus’ lips curled into a snarl, his teeth showed. Unsuccessfully he bent down to pick up his book several time, but it was either kicked further away or he was jostled rudely by a student which caused him reeling back. This was getting to be ridiculous! These people were damn near impossible, not to mention “A bunch of inconsiderate, uncivilized children!” Snape barked suddenly in a fit of rage, he couldn’t seem to contain that thought any longer and simply finished it aloud. Quietly Severus cursed to himself and to his annoyance his foot had been stepped on; he had to get out of this mad house. Finally he laid his long slender pasty fingers on his potions book and pulled back. Finally he laid his long slender pasty fingers on his potions book and pulled back sharply to avoid getting his fingers crushed; and as he pulled back he saw a glimpse of someone in the hall who was now walking by with an armful of books and supplies.
Lily Evans.
Time seemed to stop for Severus as he looked upon the red haired beauty. “Lily.” He caught himself saying ever so softly. It was as if she held some powerful magic within her that only worked on him, like an antidote because at the mere sight of her Snape felt all of his troubles and worries flee from in within an instant only to be placed with a sense of contentment and carefree bliss. He loved the way she walked, the way she talked, her soft and gentle voice, her daring nature, hey hair, eyes, everything. To him she was perfect. But soon his bliss escaped him for his green eyed beloved disappeared down the hall and around the corner. All his tension and worries then came back so suddenly he almost gasped with alarm. Severus then proceeded to not that he was still crouched on the floor and in a daze picked himself up. How he could ever feel for someone so much he wouldn’t ever know. The boy shook his head as if to rid himself of this daze and continued his trek down to the courtyard.
Upon opening the door, the sun immediately cast its golden rays down upon his sallow form and Snape brought his hand up to shield his squinting eyes.
Continuing his slow pace, his black eyes scanned the area. Where to sit, where to sit? He would be sitting by himself while he spent this time outside for no one wanted to be in the company of this sickly looking kid and he was convinced that he didn’t want them to, they were probably just as air headed as Potter and Sirius anyways he thought. Soon enough the seventh year Slytherin found a spot by a tree and made his way over there.
“Hey Snivillus!” called someone from behind, the voice was unfamiliar and Snape turned to look. Dark eyes stared upon a boy and his two friends and from the looks of it they were a part of Potter’s fanclub for he was the one that came up with such an idiotic name. But as the lanky kid turned around, one of them cast a spell which caused his book to fly from his hand. He watched it land on the ground off to the side some yards away. He getting tired of picking that damn thing up. Severus was quite annoyed by this but made no move to retaliate or pick up his book.
”Cat got you tongue you putrid hack?”
“No, but one has yours.” Came his cool level reply and at this moment Severus quickly pulled out his wand and in one fluid movement pointed it at the other and called out a spell that e himself created. It was designed to stick the victim’s tongue to the roof of their mouth rendering them unable to speak. Horrified, the boy looked to the others for help while making all sorts of odd noises and grunts. A faint smirk graced Severus’ lips for this acted as a small victory for him.
“Idiots.” He scoffed acidly before turning to pick up his book. Just then he felt himself he projected foreward by an unseen force. One of the other lads’s cast a spell that caused him to trip. Snape caught himself with his hands but once he was down, the others attacked him like a pack of dogs to a weakened injured animal. The two boys practically flung themselves onto the gaunt figure and managed to throw in a few blows and crude name calling to the fallen boy before dashing off in a hurry with the other.
For a long moment Severus lay on the ground in bewilderment. Things happened so fast he wasn’t sure what happened. One of the boys kicked Severus in the back just below his right should blade and the young man was led to believe he was hit in the head for now he had a massive headache. His visage was twisted into a grimace at the waves of pain that rolled in. His anger swelled. He could’ve prevented that, he should’ve just blown them both sky high but he didn’t and he wasn’t sure why. Slowly, the crumpled figure rose to his feet and straightened his posture, dark cold eyes looked around at the faces who were watching him, some astonished, others smirking or giggling. This spiked more anger and loathing not only to those boys but to everyone else, everyone who was watching and laughing, and everyone who didn’t stop to help or even ask if he was alright. It was times like this that made him realize he was alone… well there was Lily. The thought of her repressed some of the negative feelings a tad. She cared, she was the only one that looked past his appearance and odd quirks and behaviors, and she was the only one that seemed to understand.
Severus Snape walked to his book and picked it up, his bony fingers gently swept the dirt and grit from the cover with feathery-light touches; the sort of gentleness he showed only towards Lily and his work of course. Not far off he spotted his wand, in the sudden frenzy he had recalled it being tossed from his hand. He walked over to it and tucked it safely away after picking it up and walked to the spot he had picked out for himself. Sitting down he was reminded of the blow to his back as the pain spiked. Already that place was become tender with bruising, but nothing he couldn’t fix. Quietly he worked his magic to fix the aches and pains that he felt. All too often he had to do things like this and he couldn’t help but feel tired. He was sick of this, sick of it all. Why couldn’t he just fit in? He then began to find excuses and found blaming his parents a logical and acceptable one. It was their fault, especially his fathers. A sense of great hatred rose within him at the thought of this man and all the terrible things he’d done. Snape had flickers of images running through his head then; his father beating his mother, then him for seemingly no reason at all. No, now was not the time to think of such things, actually now that he thought of it, never was the time to think of such things. He had made it a point to forget about his home life, forget everything except Lily Evans and the good memories of their time together. Successfully Severus had compartmentalized such thoughts and memories and simply now swept them under the rug so to speak.
The Slytherin then reminded himself why he was here, he was here to enjoy himself and read not dwell over the past. A small sigh escaped his lips and he picked up his book that he had previously sat beside him and began flipping through it, began slipping into his world of comfort, began getting lost within the world he so frequently dreamed about. -Done-
Ooc// Ehh.... How was that guys? -shuffles feet nervously-
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Post by Dea on Jul 24, 2009 14:18:27 GMT -5
Thalia smiled gratefully and took the umbrella. "Thanks!" She said. Ugh. Well. She'd have to change. She was drenched through. She also hoped to God...ric that her tshirt hadn't gone see through,
That could be embarrassing, She pointed her wand at herself and mumured a drying spell. Immediately her clothes steamed. She then did the same to her hair. It probably would be really flat. Eh well.
It was better than being soaked through,
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Post by katelyn on Jul 24, 2009 14:29:33 GMT -5
[glow=purple,1,000]Ahhhh, Saturday. The best day of the week, next to Sunday, of course. Most kids would've slept in on Sunday. But not Marlene. She'd woken up at about....five, that morning. She'd fallen asleep around two? No, wait, three. Yes, three AM. Two hours of sleep. Which actually wasn't that bad, by Marlene's standards. She'd already dressed when she first woke up, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. She really didn't give a damn that it was raining. Rain was amazing. She was grateful that robes were only required during classes. Afternoons and weekends she was able to wear whatever she pleased. Well....there were a few limitations, obviously. Marley walked through the halls, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her jeans, staring at the ceiling. As usual, she was daydreaming. When Marlene got into a state like this, she forgot all about the world around her. The place could be burning to the ground and she'd just walk on, a dazed smirk on her face. She snapped out of her trance when she noticed that she was close to the Transfiguration courtyard. She shook her head, as if to clear it of her useless thoughts, and walked through the door leading into the courtyard. She grinned as she felt the rain hit her head. "Excellent." Marlene murmered, holding a hand out. Her eyes landed on a group of four people over by the corner. First of all, she noticed Nex - a girl she knew because they shared a dormroom - because the girl had gone with bright blue hair today. There were also three other people she didn't know. She knew that one of them was in her house, but that was it. As she walked towards them, she thanked Godric that she'd worn a black top that morning. There was no way it'd become see-through when the rain hit it. She grinned as she approached the group. "Hello!" She said cheerfully. "I see you went with blue today, Nex?" [/glow]
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