RP: Restless Dreamer
Characters: Orla Quirke, Dennis Creevey
Location: Ravenclaw Tower
Date: 04 November 1999, early morning
Status: Semi-Private, ping to play
Summary: Sometimes the things your subconscious cooks up ... well, it should stay subconscious, not filter into your dreams.
Completion: Complete
Orla was naked, sitting at her favorite table in the library. She didn't know how she got to be there like that, but rummaging through her bag revealed nothing, no clothes, no nothing to transfigure into clothes. Except her schoolwork in front of her. She looked around. No one noticed she was naked, at least not yet. She took one of her pieces of parchment, and quickly transfigured it into a long piece of cloth she could wrap around herself. Only, as soon as it covered everything, it vanished.
She'd no sooner weighed the options of transfiguring her essay than Dennis sat down across from her, smiling his usual goofy-happy smile. "Heya Orla, what are you working on today?" She hunched over, trying to cover as much of herself as possible as he reached out to look at her essay. "Size Variations in Transfigured material. That's a tough one. If its out of proportion to the strength of the spell, it'll return to its previous inert state." She felt the parchment fall off her shoulders. "Of course, if you'd just stayed focused on your studying, you wouldn't be worried about being naked in the library."
She looked at him, eyes wide, and noticed he was naked too. He shrugged at her and stood, and she grabbed a book to hold at his waist-high eyeline. "What? Its not like its a big deal. Come on. We're missing the special class on Sex Magic. I've been waiting for this for ages."
Suddenly they were in the Room of Requirement, surrounded by naked couples as Flitwick and Tralawney gave a lesson on the Magical Kama Sutra. Dennis laid her back unresisting, coming over her, and she cried out as he started to enter her....
"Orla!" She jolted up in bed, panting, staring at one her classmates, who was giggling with another seventh year student. "Good dream?"
"Huh?" Orla managed, before they busted up laughing. "You were moaning, 'Dennis, oh, Dennis'" They mimicked. "Come on, its time for breakfast. You'll be late and then you won't have a chance for him to make you moan like that til dinner." Smirking at her, they left her staring after them.
A quick shower and mad dash down the stairs later, Orla entered the Great Hall, intent on grabbing breakfast and running to the library. She wasn't sure if she could look ANYONE in the eye right now.
Location: Ravenclaw Tower
Date: 04 November 1999, early morning
Status: Semi-Private, ping to play
Summary: Sometimes the things your subconscious cooks up ... well, it should stay subconscious, not filter into your dreams.
Completion: Complete
Orla was naked, sitting at her favorite table in the library. She didn't know how she got to be there like that, but rummaging through her bag revealed nothing, no clothes, no nothing to transfigure into clothes. Except her schoolwork in front of her. She looked around. No one noticed she was naked, at least not yet. She took one of her pieces of parchment, and quickly transfigured it into a long piece of cloth she could wrap around herself. Only, as soon as it covered everything, it vanished.
She'd no sooner weighed the options of transfiguring her essay than Dennis sat down across from her, smiling his usual goofy-happy smile. "Heya Orla, what are you working on today?" She hunched over, trying to cover as much of herself as possible as he reached out to look at her essay. "Size Variations in Transfigured material. That's a tough one. If its out of proportion to the strength of the spell, it'll return to its previous inert state." She felt the parchment fall off her shoulders. "Of course, if you'd just stayed focused on your studying, you wouldn't be worried about being naked in the library."
She looked at him, eyes wide, and noticed he was naked too. He shrugged at her and stood, and she grabbed a book to hold at his waist-high eyeline. "What? Its not like its a big deal. Come on. We're missing the special class on Sex Magic. I've been waiting for this for ages."
Suddenly they were in the Room of Requirement, surrounded by naked couples as Flitwick and Tralawney gave a lesson on the Magical Kama Sutra. Dennis laid her back unresisting, coming over her, and she cried out as he started to enter her....
"Orla!" She jolted up in bed, panting, staring at one her classmates, who was giggling with another seventh year student. "Good dream?"
"Huh?" Orla managed, before they busted up laughing. "You were moaning, 'Dennis, oh, Dennis'" They mimicked. "Come on, its time for breakfast. You'll be late and then you won't have a chance for him to make you moan like that til dinner." Smirking at her, they left her staring after them.
A quick shower and mad dash down the stairs later, Orla entered the Great Hall, intent on grabbing breakfast and running to the library. She wasn't sure if she could look ANYONE in the eye right now.