Monday January 16th, Late Afternoonmaddox_dixonAugust 6 2006, 04:58:26 UTC
Maddox had missed his afternoon classes. He had missed that morning's, too. He had even missed Quidditch practice, which could very well herald the apocalypse. Anniversaries were never pretty affairs. As always, Maddox pretended not to notice the dates passing before his eyes. That didn't hide the pallor under his freckles or the tiredness that lingered around his eyes.
Hands in his pockets, he took his time drifting through the deserted hallway, taking in the bitter scent of dust and feeling more energetic than he had in days. Then again, it could be because Sam was liable to show up any moment. A familiar face materialized out of the crowd.
Maddox smiled automatically as most of his higher thought processes ground to a halt.
Re: Monday January 16th, Late Afternoonbewitched_sam_August 6 2006, 05:46:02 UTC
Sam glanced into one of the suits of armor as she made her way down the halls, lost in her own thoughts. She heaved a sigh as she finally turned away. For the past few weeks, she hadn’t been nearly as social as she normally was and chose to avoid most people as much as she could. Of course, she kept to a select few people. This, of course, included one of her best friends-whom she was on her way to meet, ironically enough. She hadn’t spent nearly enough time with him lately and that was disappointing to her.
Her clothes weren’t as neat and as place as they normally were, but she didn’t look messy by any means. So… it was fine, right? She lifted a hand to tug on her tie a little in an attempt to look slightly better. As she did so, she turned a corner and stopped short and spotted a familar figure ahead.
…damn. He beat her to it. This wasn’t supposed to be a competition, was it? But… everything these days was, especially to her.
Re: Monday January 16th, Late Afternoonmaddox_dixonAugust 6 2006, 06:02:57 UTC
It never occurred to Maddox to check a mirror before he went out the door. The one in the bathroom (the only mirror you'd be able to find in his dorm) was typically fogged up with shower steam if he passed it and at most he used it to shave. It was only in moments like this, when Sam breezed through a door like a breath of fresh air that he felt especially careworn. His hair (though recently washed) wasn't combed, there were wrinkles in the faded blue shirt he wore, and he probably should have shaved this morning. Bugger
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Re: Monday January 16th, Late Afternoonbewitched_sam_August 6 2006, 06:31:24 UTC
Sam did a very quick once-over of Maddox's appearance. She wanted to cringe a bit. Not because she hated the way he looked, but because she knew he wasn't doing to well... and personally, it pained her. Standing in front of him, she couldn't help but feel... too clean, if that was possible. But knowing Sam, it probably was.
Sam chuckled at his comment. "Goo..." Before she can finish her sentence, or even the word, Maddox pulled her into a hug. Sam was taken by surprise and after a while of just standing there in shock, she came to hugging him back.
A nervous laugh escaped her mouth. But the feeling of hugging him again was beyond words. He was warm and she was trying her hardest not to just bury her face into his hair. She wanted tell him, "I missed you." (because, really, she did miss spending time with him) but didn't have the guts. But she knew one thing, it was that she didn't want him to let go.
Tuesday, January 17th, Morning.cassanovalukeAugust 7 2006, 04:07:35 UTC
Lucas was on his way to breakfast, or rather, he was on his way to sit in the Great Hall and alternate between staring at the table and glaring angrily at everyone as he contemplated several Important Things, among them reasons why his life didn't suck. It wouldn't take much time to think of those reasons (he was fit, he was a right good snog, he was widely hated throughout the school), which meant that he wouldn't have to waste time in the Great Hall.
Breakfast was for losers, always and forever. With a sigh, he rounded the corner and hoped that he would maybe run into someone who would be up for a morning of harassment, care of Lucas Oliver Longshore.
Re: Tuesday, January 17th, Morning.phoebe_hamiltonAugust 7 2006, 04:14:05 UTC
Phoebe was on her way to the Great Hall in order to eat. Which made sense, of course, considering it was the Great Hall...
As she walked down one of the hallways, she tightened her tie a little and sighed. She was up a little earlier than she normally was, and for once, had taken off without her roommates. Hey, she was hungry and not really wanting to wait around for anyone.
When she turned a corner, she found herself bumping into someone, which caused her to stumble back with a surprised gasp. "Oh--sor--" It was then that she looked up and her eyes went a little wider.
... damnit.
Quickly smoothing her skirt up, she hurried past one Lucas Longshore, hoping to be ignored.
Re: Tuesday, January 17th, Morning.cassanovalukeAugust 7 2006, 04:20:01 UTC
Success! Lucas didn't usually enjoy it when people so rudely ran into him, but this morning he was willing to make an exception. Especially for one brunette Gryffindor who looked like she perhaps had a good throwing arm and was maybe quite good at Banishing spells. Oh yes, he had it all pieced together in his mind. Some bint who was seriously deranged and obviously a little too upset that he hadn't chosen her to be another notch on his bedpost had brutally attacked him and sent him flying into the 7th year dorms. It all made perfect sense! He was brilliant!
"Miss Hamilton!" he said, grabbing her wrist maybe just a bit too roughly and pulling her back. "And where are we going so quickly? Why don't you stay and chat, I'm perfectly harmless!" A pause. "Most of the time."
Re: Tuesday, January 17th, Morning.phoebe_hamiltonAugust 7 2006, 04:31:05 UTC
Phoebe let out a surprised squeak as she was tugged back again, then winced at the pain in her wrist. Great. Of course, out of all the people in the bloody school to run into, she'd run into Longshore. Maybe this day wouldn't be as fantastic as she originally thought?
Tugging on her wrist a little, she glared at him. "Breakfast, if you must know." Tug. "Now let go of me, you stupid prat. I'd rather jump out of the Astronomy Tower than spend time with you."
Tuesday, January 17, DAYBREAKblackguardboykoAugust 7 2006, 04:28:44 UTC
Boyko had woken up obscenely early that morning. He'd had some trouble falling asleep, as he'd been thinking a lot about what he'd told Calie, and what he was going to do with himself now. He decided that he was going to practise being himself around Calie, but only Calie for now. He was still Boyko Phobos, Defender Extrordinaire to everybody else. He was much more comfortable just being the person he'd been for the past five years, it was much easier to be this way, so detached from yourself that it didn't matter how much physical abuse you took, his persona was a sort of shield that protected him from any emotional/verbal abuse..because he knew that it wasn't really directed at him..only the him he was choosing to be
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Re: Tuesday, January 17, DAYBREAKvince_monroeAugust 7 2006, 04:40:34 UTC
OH DEAR SWEET MERLIN, IT WAS EARLY. Vincent had absolutely no idea why he was awake at such an hour. He blamed it on his sleeping schedule. Each day he went to bed earlier and earlier in hopes of waking up earlier and earlier so that he was able to spend less time in his dorm. It was all an equation of sorts...the less time he spent in his dorm (or the more time he spent sleeping when everyone else was awake), the more awkward conversations he could avoid. It was an almost-but-not-really-perfect plan
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Re: Tuesday, January 17, DAYBREAKblackguardboykoAugust 7 2006, 04:54:51 UTC
Boyko jumped in the air when Vincent randomly appeared out of THIN AIR. Perhaps he was a magici--oh wait. Nevermind, Boyko must have just been too focused on his karate skills to notice Vincent approach him.
He gave a hearty chuckle at Vincent's apparent sleepy-headedness. "Oh contraire my friend," he contradicted, giving the air another 'impressive' swipe with the side of his hand, "I find that this is the only space I have room to freely practice my karate," he tightened the karate headband that was wrapped around his forehead.
Re: Tuesday, January 17, DAYBREAKvince_monroeAugust 7 2006, 05:03:16 UTC
Vincent noticed the karate headband and found that he was very confused. Did headbands increase a person's karate powers or something? That would be ridiculous, but Vincent felt that he should ask the question anyway. Just in case he shouldn't start wearing a karate headband of his own, maybe the headband alone would protect him from attackers!
"I...see. I see! So, um, that headband of yours, does it...have special powers or something? Not that, uh, not that I don't think you'd have impressive karate skills or whatever they're called on your own, but um. It's a headband!" Vincent nodded as though that was a good enough explanation for his question.
Tuesday, January 17 - Late Morningjul_agateAugust 7 2006, 04:40:20 UTC
Jul was still wiping the morning sleep from her eyes as she approached the Great Hall..it wasn't even out of hunger as more as knowing she should. All she really wanted to do was sleep anyway. Nothing really mattered anymore did it? She would never pass her classes and she wasn't prefect. Quidditch Practice wasn't till Thursday..why was she even awake again?
She wasn't really paying attention since she was more concerned with seeing how far she could make it with her eyes half open while she tried to imagine herself still sleeping back in her bed with the curtains closed.
Re: Tuesday, January 17 - Late MorningchristianishAugust 7 2006, 05:06:19 UTC
Danny was actually just leaving his dormitory when he noticed a Gryffindor wandering the hallways. In front of the Ravenclaw Tower. He raised an eyebrow and approached, only noting as he neared that it was, in fact, Jul.
Ah, damn. It would be her, wouldn't it? At least it wasn't Maggie.
Re: Tuesday, January 17 - Late Morningjul_agateAugust 7 2006, 05:12:48 UTC
Jul actually opened her eyes and groaned at the first thing she saw. Danny. Lovely. She looked around and couldn't really recognize what part of the tower she had...oi she must have made a wrong turn somewhere (must have been poughkippsee).
"Hi Danny."
She shifted now and looked around again bleary eyed, she realized after a second she was near the ravenclaw dorms (since Bri tutored her) and gave another groan. "I guess so..."
Now was time for the awks shifting cause...danny? not really the person she loved to talk to.
Re: Tuesday, January 17 - Late MorningchristianishAugust 7 2006, 05:24:50 UTC
"Yeah," Danny said, "Hi. What are you doing over here, by my dorms? Don't you have people to annoy, classes to fail, something like that?" He really didn't try to be so hateful to her, it just -- came out.
He wasn't sure what it was about those Gryffindors but more than half of them? He couldn't stand. They made for great models, though. He'd give them that.
Tuesday January 17, Morning Before Classes.rupertwindsorjAugust 7 2006, 06:25:54 UTC
Rupert had found a lovely big window seat to sit at while he ate his breakfast and pondered Pete's letter. Turlough had brought it in for him this morning while he had been at the breakfast table, and he'd left the Great Hall almost immediately after, toast still in hand. He'd run all the way back to his dorm before he'd realised he had his toast in his hand, and that was only because Bryant had asked him if he'd forgotten something. He'd shown Bry Pete's response and asked him if he had any idea, but he hadn't, and said only that he agreed with Pete's sentiment, so Rupert was back at square one.
Toast in one hand, quill in the other and parchment resting on one of his history books in his lap, he was mumbling quitely to himself about it. He honestly had no idea how to respond. Did this mean that Pete didn't like his girlfriend? Or did he? How were you supposed to respond to "That's quite the girl you've got there" anyway
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Re: Tuesday January 17, Morning Before Classes.worldofstagesAugust 7 2006, 06:49:48 UTC
Moira walked down the hall, a spring in her step, and a smile on her face. She dressed and ready for the day, despite the fact that she looked a bit mussed so earlier. It wasn't entirely her fault that she had the habit of not paying full attention to everything as she wandered about. An earlier riser for ages, she had gotten her breakfast and was currently pissing away time.
She turned the corner, and spotted Rupert, seated in a window seat and smiled, picking up her pace and tossing herself slightly into his lap. Well, right next him onto the window seat to be specific.
"Morning, darling," she said, leaning in and kissing him. She sat back, still smiling, and raised an eyebrow at the toast in his hand. "A little something for the road? Just need always need to eat, don't you?" She laughed slightly, and then she noticed the expression on his face. Sobering slightly, her smile faded a bit, but she still smiled at him. "What's wrong?"
Re: Tuesday January 17, Morning Before Classes.rupertwindsorjAugust 7 2006, 07:06:31 UTC
Rupert did smile a little when he got a kiss from his girlfriend because she made him happy, even if he was in a panic about what she'd found out about him.
"I'm umm... just writing a letter to Pete." He tapped his quill against his chin. Did he want to bring up said correspondence? Considering it was killing him not knowing, it was probably a good idea.
"Whatever he told you, it probably isn't true. Him and Bry. They like making up stories to embarrass me. We all do. We do it to each other... Especially them, cause I can't lie." His cheeks were flaming. If he was wanting to avoid making Moira suspicious, he was certainly going the wrong way about it.
Re: Tuesday January 17, Morning Before Classes.worldofstagesAugust 7 2006, 07:52:26 UTC
Moira smiled a bit wider when Rupert returned her own. She didn't like it when he was upset, because that meant that something was wrong and that usually meant he wasn't going to tell her, which she definitely didn't like.
She gave him another kiss, this one on the cheek. "That's good. Pete is a very nice bloke. Charming," she replied, picking the toast from his hand and biting into it. She chewed on it thoughtfully before nodding and smiling again.
"No, I'm pretty sure he was being very honest. And you have nothing to be ashamed about. These sorts of things are perfectly normal, especially given today's society. Loads of men do these sorts of thing and really once their mothers stop praying and they get over the fear of going to hell, it's all fine and dandy. I don't see any cause for concern. Why are you so worried?" she stated nonchalently, shrugging a bit. She gave him another kiss before continuing, finding his red cheeks to be adorkable. "Besides, sweetheart, I know you can't lie, I've known you for years."
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Hands in his pockets, he took his time drifting through the deserted hallway, taking in the bitter scent of dust and feeling more energetic than he had in days. Then again, it could be because Sam was liable to show up any moment. A familiar face materialized out of the crowd.
Maddox smiled automatically as most of his higher thought processes ground to a halt.
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Her clothes weren’t as neat and as place as they normally were, but she didn’t look messy by any means. So… it was fine, right? She lifted a hand to tug on her tie a little in an attempt to look slightly better. As she did so, she turned a corner and stopped short and spotted a familar figure ahead.
…damn. He beat her to it. This wasn’t supposed to be a competition, was it? But… everything these days was, especially to her.
She smiled as she approached. “Maddox. Hi.”
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Sam chuckled at his comment. "Goo..." Before she can finish her sentence, or even the word, Maddox pulled her into a hug. Sam was taken by surprise and after a while of just standing there in shock, she came to hugging him back.
A nervous laugh escaped her mouth. But the feeling of hugging him again was beyond words. He was warm and she was trying her hardest not to just bury her face into his hair. She wanted tell him, "I missed you." (because, really, she did miss spending time with him) but didn't have the guts. But she knew one thing, it was that she didn't want him to let go.
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Breakfast was for losers, always and forever. With a sigh, he rounded the corner and hoped that he would maybe run into someone who would be up for a morning of harassment, care of Lucas Oliver Longshore.
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As she walked down one of the hallways, she tightened her tie a little and sighed. She was up a little earlier than she normally was, and for once, had taken off without her roommates. Hey, she was hungry and not really wanting to wait around for anyone.
When she turned a corner, she found herself bumping into someone, which caused her to stumble back with a surprised gasp. "Oh--sor--" It was then that she looked up and her eyes went a little wider.
... damnit.
Quickly smoothing her skirt up, she hurried past one Lucas Longshore, hoping to be ignored.
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"Miss Hamilton!" he said, grabbing her wrist maybe just a bit too roughly and pulling her back. "And where are we going so quickly? Why don't you stay and chat, I'm perfectly harmless!" A pause. "Most of the time."
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Tugging on her wrist a little, she glared at him. "Breakfast, if you must know." Tug. "Now let go of me, you stupid prat. I'd rather jump out of the Astronomy Tower than spend time with you."
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He gave a hearty chuckle at Vincent's apparent sleepy-headedness. "Oh contraire my friend," he contradicted, giving the air another 'impressive' swipe with the side of his hand, "I find that this is the only space I have room to freely practice my karate," he tightened the karate headband that was wrapped around his forehead.
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"I...see. I see! So, um, that headband of yours, does it...have special powers or something? Not that, uh, not that I don't think you'd have impressive karate skills or whatever they're called on your own, but um. It's a headband!" Vincent nodded as though that was a good enough explanation for his question.
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She wasn't really paying attention since she was more concerned with seeing how far she could make it with her eyes half open while she tried to imagine herself still sleeping back in her bed with the curtains closed.
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Ah, damn. It would be her, wouldn't it? At least it wasn't Maggie.
He cleared his throat. "Lost, are we?"
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"Hi Danny."
She shifted now and looked around again bleary eyed, she realized after a second she was near the ravenclaw dorms (since Bri tutored her) and gave another groan. "I guess so..."
Now was time for the awks shifting cause...danny? not really the person she loved to talk to.
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He wasn't sure what it was about those Gryffindors but more than half of them? He couldn't stand. They made for great models, though. He'd give them that.
"Maybe you need a compass?"
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Toast in one hand, quill in the other and parchment resting on one of his history books in his lap, he was mumbling quitely to himself about it. He honestly had no idea how to respond. Did this mean that Pete didn't like his girlfriend? Or did he? How were you supposed to respond to "That's quite the girl you've got there" anyway ( ... )
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She turned the corner, and spotted Rupert, seated in a window seat and smiled, picking up her pace and tossing herself slightly into his lap. Well, right next him onto the window seat to be specific.
"Morning, darling," she said, leaning in and kissing him. She sat back, still smiling, and raised an eyebrow at the toast in his hand. "A little something for the road? Just need always need to eat, don't you?" She laughed slightly, and then she noticed the expression on his face. Sobering slightly, her smile faded a bit, but she still smiled at him. "What's wrong?"
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"I'm umm... just writing a letter to Pete." He tapped his quill against his chin. Did he want to bring up said correspondence? Considering it was killing him not knowing, it was probably a good idea.
"Whatever he told you, it probably isn't true. Him and Bry. They like making up stories to embarrass me. We all do. We do it to each other... Especially them, cause I can't lie." His cheeks were flaming. If he was wanting to avoid making Moira suspicious, he was certainly going the wrong way about it.
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She gave him another kiss, this one on the cheek. "That's good. Pete is a very nice bloke. Charming," she replied, picking the toast from his hand and biting into it. She chewed on it thoughtfully before nodding and smiling again.
"No, I'm pretty sure he was being very honest. And you have nothing to be ashamed about. These sorts of things are perfectly normal, especially given today's society. Loads of men do these sorts of thing and really once their mothers stop praying and they get over the fear of going to hell, it's all fine and dandy. I don't see any cause for concern. Why are you so worried?" she stated nonchalently, shrugging a bit. She gave him another kiss before continuing, finding his red cheeks to be adorkable. "Besides, sweetheart, I know you can't lie, I've known you for years."
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