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Post by Blair Van der Woodsen on Feb 15, 2008 15:56:00 GMT -5
Blair silently sat at the Ravenclaw table, books strewn out all over the table. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, her attempt of keeping it out of her eyes. She was, against her will, wearing the school uniform since it was during the week. Really, she would much rather be wearing her expensive, high-end designer clothes. But no, instead she had to wear this little school girl outfit. Although, on her frame, it was definitely not so "little school girl".
She was wearing the skirt as it was supposed to be worn, only it slightly shorter (since she had trimmed it with magic). She had become too warm to wear the sweater that went over the thin, white button-up shirt, unbuttoning the top half buttons, revealing enough cleavage to make someone want more. The tie was worn extremely loosely around her neck, and a pair of glasses (designer, as per usual) sat on her nose. Not many knew that Blair in fact needed glasses, but she did; most of the time she just worse contacts, though.
Her eyes wandered over the parchment before her as she forced herself to take in the information. It was proving to be much more difficult than she anticipated, however, and she kept moving: crossing and uncrossing her legs, tapping her quill against the table, twirling her hair; she just couldn't stop. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and stood up, heading over to the window, the soft click of her small heels resounding throughout the now-empty Great Hall. After all, it was quite awhile after dinner.
Peering outside, she saw the rain pounding down onto the grounds while a bolt of lightning struck in the background. Blair closed her eyes, listening intently to the beautiful sound the rain made. She loved thunderstorms; she always thought they were so romantic. They were almost a sort of weakness to her, actually. They always seemed to calm her slightly, making her less likely to be a bitch toward someone.
For a few minutes (that seemed like hours) Blair just stood there, enjoying the music (to her ears). Finally, she opened her eyes and just stared out the window, the pane to blurred by the rain for her to be able to see the reflection of the person behind her.
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Post by Meriah Blue Hoft on Feb 15, 2008 19:12:53 GMT -5
Blue's arms were held down by a series of books and parchments. Entering the Great Hall, she allowed them to slam against the smooth surface of the Slytherin table, adding to the large crescendo of the thunderclaps. Looking around, she was disappointed to see that she was not alone. Another girl was standing by the window. A ravenclaw, by the color of her uniform. Sighing, Blue sat down at the table and pulled out the closest book.
Potions. She scowled. Unwillingly, she opened the heavy cover to the first chapter. It wasn't long, three sentences to be exact, before the reading began dull and her eyes blurred. Blue found herself dipping the tip of here dark-feathered quill into her pot of ink and scribbling down random words on the sheet of parchment next to her.
Glancing over at it, she proceeded to scratch out one word at a time until the remaining words spelled a sentence that made sense: This is my happy ever after. This was always how her songs started out. Random words melded into one line. Others would follow, but only when they were ready. You couldn't force a good song.
When nothing else came, she placed her quill down beside the parchment and closed her eyes. Today was just one of those days where she was tired beyond all reason. She had slept well the night before, so it must be stress. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to the other girl; she was still at the window. She reached out to place the stopper back into her ink bottle, but ended up knocking it over.
"Shit." She hissed, jumping up to avoid the spill, saving her parchment in the process. She scattered the textbooks away from the growing puddle of jet. "Shit." She repeated. Reaching for her bag, she searched for another bottle after cleaning away the spill with a sweep of her wand. When her search produced nothing, she turned to the girl at the window.
"Hey, you, Ravenclaw." She called out. It wasn't the nicest greeting, but then again, Blue wasn't the nicest person. "Do you have a bottle of ink?" Another line of her song had come into her mind and she needed to write it down before she forgot it.
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Post by Luna Granger on Feb 15, 2008 22:48:27 GMT -5
Luna had just entered the castle from an exhilarating meander through the grounds in the pounding thunderstorm. The rain was coming down like hippogriffs and bludgers out there, it was glorious. Luna had skipped, fallen, laughed repetitively outside, prolonging her visit to the grounds about an hour or so. Yet, she knew that she would have to come in soon, being that Luna had decided to do an extra credit essay for her Herbology class.
Luna loped clumsily toward the Entrance with her sopping black school bag, resolving to work in the Great Hall opposed to the Ravenclaw Common Room, or the Room of Requirement, being that they seemed so many staircases away. "Also," Luna said to herself aloud, "there probably won't be many other people lurking around there for studying purposes."
"Or less graphically appealing ones either..." she added darkly to herself.
But as the young Ravenclaw slowly pushed the large door open she found that there were already two other students settled inside the Hall. One, she acknowledged, was an older Ravenclaw girl that she had seen from time to time, strutting about the Common Room and such. She was standing at the window gazing at the area Luna had just come in from.
The second girl was left unidentified, but being that she sat at the Slytherin house table it was plain as day that she was a Slytherin. The unknown Slytherin girl had dark hair, was fairly tall, or at least taller than Luna, and had her eyes closed. Luna shivered, and realized that she was slightly cold in the still room and sat at the Ravenclaw table in a spot that was across from the fire, but blocked by other tables and benches of course. Luna then disposed of her soaked black robes, revealing a damp, muddy pair of jeans and a moist white blouse.
From her soaked bag Luna retrieved an ink bottle, blue-grey quill, parchment and a numerous amount of schoolbooks. She laid them out carefully, making sure that everything was in a precise place. The neatness of her papers was destined to be rudely diturbed on account of the girl's clumsiness, no matter how much effort she put into being cautious, yet she continued with the useless orderly routine nonetheless.
Luna eagerly lifted the worn cover of the first Herbology textbook, admiring the feel of the covering fabric. She then proceeded to dip her quill into the ink and write neatly across the top of a sheet of fresh parchment, "The Benefits of Mandragora". Luna was satisfied with the form of her writing, and began to embark on the introduction, but then became frustrated with the blotchy print of the ink contained inside.
Luna glanced back at the two other girls in the room. She focused her concentration on the fellow Ravenclaw and impulsively skipped towards her. The girl seemed entranced by the pouring rain, so Luna, trying not to cause her disquiet, gently loped towards the empty space next to her.
"Enjoying the rain?" questioned she, hoping for a charitable and engaging answer.
But then Luna heard the Slytherin girl say,"Hey, you, Ravenclaw. Do you have a bottle of ink?"
Luna thought that the Slytherin was addressing her. "Yes," replied she, "do you need one?"
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Post by Meriah Blue Hoft on Mar 2, 2008 16:03:42 GMT -5
Blue faintly heard another student come into the hall, recognizing her by the clumsy sound of her footsteps. Blue had seen the girl a few times in passing and had always laughed at how she tripped over everything. She was a second year, therefore not worth her time. She didn't know her name and didn't care what it was. She was also a Ravenclaw, for that matter.
"Yes, do you need one?" The new girl said in response to Blue's question about an ink bottle. She had been addressing the older girl, but the second year would work as well.
"If I didn't need one, I wouldn't be asking for one." Blue sneered in response. It was such a stupid question to be asking, considering the wording of Blue's question.
Blue was never in a good mood when it was raining. Her bones ached and her head throbbed. Each roll of thunder seemed as if it was right next to her, shattering through her skull. It was normal for her to suffer from minor migraines during rain storms, thus putting her in a bad mood, or at least one worse that her every-day mood. The Slytherin girl was not among the nicest of people, even for a Slytherin. The rain just seemed to make things worse.
An especially long roll of thunder sounded overhead. Blue closed her eyes and grimaced. Repeating the next line of the song in her head so as not to forget, she concentrated on her breathing to try and sooth the dull throb behind her ears. Other than the thunder and the crack of the fire, the room was silent, which was slightly helpful. The girl by the window had yet to say anything.
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Post by Luna Granger on Mar 3, 2008 21:23:19 GMT -5
"If I didn't need one, I wouldn't be asking for one." The slytherin girl sneered in response.
"Yeah, yeah, cheeky git..." muttered Luna under her breath. But, she figured, it was a little stupid to add the extra question. Luna berated herself for stating the obvious. She then cleared her throat and walked back to her spot for a bottle of ink. She rummaged her bag until she found a brand new bottle, the seal perfectly tight.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" exclaimed Luna; the bottle drifted slowly towards the dark-haired Slytherin and Luna sat down, satisfied.
Now, Luna decided to concentrate on her work, and gazed at that blotchy print again. "Bugger that's frustrating! I cannot read with such an illegible print!"
Then an idea occured to her to ask that Slytherin girl if she had a copy of the same book. After all, if it was as popular as the Flourish and Blotts had said, someone would have to have it. Luna could have easily gone down to the library to fetch it, but was lazy and did not desire to go that distance. She would improvize.
"Excuse me," she called, "would you happen to have a copy of Two-Thousand Six-Hundred and Seventy Three Magical Vegetations, Second Edition by Amaryllis Slinkhard?"
OOC: Sorry it's short.
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