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Post by patrick ardan ó’flannagáin on Aug 15, 2012 10:00:08 GMT -5
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patrick realized he'd been staring, and quickly walked away, ducking down a set of stairs and finding himself in the dungeons. it was always cooler and darker down here, and the torches lit along the wall just made the creepy feeling even worse. eyebrows furrowed together, patrick crossed his arms across his chest and stared at the ground as he walked through the dungeon hallways. he found a hall that wasn't occupied by some couple, and sat down against the wall, pulling out his wand and looking at it. he'd been at hogwarts for four years now, and he still felt odd carrying it around with him after eleven years of living a muggle life. patrick flicked his wand and whispered, "lumos." he played with the light, before flicking it out and then bringing it back again a few times. pat sighed and put the light out, placing his wand on the floor next to him and sighing once more. [/style] |
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Post by elodie daisi delarue on Aug 16, 2012 10:43:09 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] silent but deadly Not very many people knew what lurked behind Elodie's eyes as she clung to her books and walked through the halls of Hogwarts. On the outside, her lips formed a line which curled up slightly on either end, while her eyes stared straight ahead. They often moved from side to side as she looked towards the different faces of students whom moved out of her way - which only caused her to smirk before pressing on through the crowds. The young woman was quiet, but not shy. She was often the one to sit in the middle or back row and simply jot down notes without ever raising her hand for a question or answer. But don't let her 'innocent' looking face fool you. Behind those eyes sleeps a dark, sinister mind which hated almost every single male on the planet. She didn't trust them. Not since her father payed more attention to her sister than her.
Stepping out of the Slytherin Common Room, Elodie removed her wand from her jeans pocket and kept it by her side. She could see somewhat clearly with the dim lighting down in the Dungeons, plus she didn't want to alert anyone who might be down here. After a few moments, Elodie saw a dim light in the ditsance and gripped onto her wand tighter. "Pas un professeur ... Mais ressemble à un étudiant." Making her way closer, Elodie smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow at the male who sat down against the wall. "Tired ov your Common Room? I know you're not a Slyzerin, so vhat are you doing down 'ere?" Ever word dripped with her French accent as she took a step towards the young male and bent down somewhat to look at his face. He seemed, familiar. Only because his face was somewhat attractive. Yet Elodie couldn't put a name to the face. Yet.
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Post by patrick ardan ó’flannagáin on Aug 23, 2012 12:03:38 GMT -5
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looking up at a heavily accented voice, pat froze like a deer in headlights. "uh. uhm. er." he looked down at the floor and shrugged. "i w-was just walking around.. and i decided t-to take a break. s-sorry, i c-can leave.." pat stood, still staring at the floor. girls rarely ever spoke to him, and when they did pat got even more awkward than he already was. his usually unnoticable stutter came in full force, and he couldn't stand still. he always felt like he was offending a girl just by existing in her presence. patrick fidgeted, not knowing whether to just walk away in a rush, or stay standing where he was. [/style] |
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Post by elodie daisi delarue on Aug 24, 2012 9:05:19 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] silent but deadly Upon taking a closer inspection of the young male, Elodie smiled slightly. He was rather attractive, and the way he stuttered was rather adorable. Her feet took a step back as he stood and her eyebrows furrowed together in confusing. Did she say something wrong? Did her accent make the male not want to stay? This was why Elodie remained silent most of the time. Apart from the fact that she was too busy thinking, the female thought that the message she wanted to convey through speech would get lost and dissolve through the air. Besides, it always seemed something horrible would happen when she opened her mouth to anyone besides her mother or sister.
"Go? I didn't... Uh... say you 'ad to go. I could use a bit ov compony. But it iz up to you." Shrugging slightly, Elodie turned on her heels and stepped towards the other side of the corridor. Leaning against the wall, she slid down until her back-side was on the ground and her knees were pushed up towards her chest. Tilting her head to the side, the young woman looked up at the male and offered him a slight smile before tapping her wand on the empty space beside her. "My name iz Elodie. In case you vere vondering. Iv you don't haz anyting elze to do, you can sit and... Uh... Talk to moi."
Running a hand through her hair, Elodie looked back down towards the empty space next to her and pocketed her wand. She didn't want to frighten the male, all she really wanted was to know his name and to have his company. Even if he wasn't a Slytherin - which she still didn't understand what the big deal was.
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