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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 4:18 pm
The Great Hall image will change as different events, holidays, etc. take place.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 11:05 pm
 Inescapable thoughts were not Rain’s favorite way of spending his mornings. Especially when they were about the night before. In a way, he hoped that it would all be cloudy and dull, such as Aidan’s would be, since that boy more than likely would have a hang over this morning. But no. They had to be clear as a bell, clear as one of those annoying songs you hated by they always seemed to reply over and over in your head and it seems impossible to flee from it.
The last thing he recalled was going to bed early. Really early. Rain didn’t care for the Slytherin parties or for drinking, dancing, mingling. Sure, he enjoyed socializing, but not in a way where half of the people are drunk and don’t know what words are coming out of their lips. The sexual tension was uncomfortable, as well. The boy shuddered at memories of drunk girls trying to get to him in the past parties when he was younger, which was another reason why he started skipping out on them. It was disgusting. He couldn’t look at any of them the same way. History had repeated itself when some random girl in his year was already drunk, slurring words that Rain couldn’t even comprehend. Aidan got a kick out of it, but Rain was less humored. Now, if he was in a different mood, then maybe he would have snickered, before pushing the girl away. But he could clearly recall shoving the intoxicated young girl out of the way and stormed up the stairs.
And this lead to the reason for his attitude. The silver haired boy recollected when him and Skylar had brought Melanie down to the common room after the incident with that infuriating, irritating, skinny Gryffindor boy who was now on Rain’s target list (but not really.) Rain felt strained around the upset Melanie. So he fled, finding Aidan, and… well, you know the rest. But he yearned to escape that weird, twisted feeling he felt whenever he was around her, poisoning his mind and actions, making him on alert and on guard at all times. Like he was her protector. It sounded ridiculous, but he had the sense that Melanie was some sort of thing he needed to defend, keep out of harm. Why? He had no idea.
So, Rain sat idly at the Slytherin table, occasionally flipping his silver bangs out of his eyes and twisting around his fork on his plate. He wasn’t particularly hungry. Melanie was no where in sight, and, as cruel or heartless as it sounded, he felt no guilt for leaving her. Skylar had been with her, and she took a liking to the fragile girl. Rain felt positive Minty would have decked any guy who pounced on her in a heartbeat. So she was definitely fine. But somehow, those thoughts kept creeping back in. It frustrated him. A lot.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:11 pm
Barrett awoke this morning at five o'clock, just like he did every morning. All during the summer, he'd worked in a restaurant, where he'd had to go in to work at six to set things up, so his internal clock had adjusted to such a routine. He knew it would re-adapt to the school schedule, but since he was up, he decided to make the most of his time.
He'd gotten dressed quietly, checking every once in a while to see that his roommates were still sleeping, which they were. Barrett knew how to be stealthy when he needed to. He was eternally grateful for the prospect of being able to wear the school uniforms now. No stupid fashion competition. No worrying about the holes in his jeans and the stains on his t-shirts. Just uniforms. Gray and black and white and yellow, and ugly but comfortable shoes. He'd been able to afford to buy repaired, secondhand robes this year, so everything fit just right. It was so rare for him to ever get new clothes, that these felt brand new to him.
Once dressed and groomed, he had set off, wandering about the castle in the cool morning air, and he almost hadn't been able to resist going for a morning swim in the lake, but once he'd gotten there, life had started to show itself around the school. A small number of students and teachers milled around the castle, heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. He didn't mind missing the meal, but he had to get his schedule today, and he didn't feel like arriving in class dripping.
So he sat down at the Hufflepuff table, alone, as usual. Even if he'd felt like having some company, it was too early for there to be many people around, and even less that he knew. He figured they were all sleeping in, after staying up late, partying.
That part of school life was something that Barrett didn't get in to. He had no respect for drunks. Not that he'd never had a drink himself. Barrett had tried a lot of things in his past that he wasn't proud of, but he knew where fun ended and stupidity started. It was a very thin line. He wasn't in to loud music, or dancing, and most of the people here, even in his own house, were still kind of like strangers to him. He knew some of their names, and he knew most of their faces, but he didn't bother with them too much. All of that made parties very difficult for Barrett to enjoy. Not to mention, that people changed in a party. They became something they weren't - or else, something that was buried deep inside them came to the surface, and he hated to remember people being those people.
He loaded his plate with scrambled eggs and bacon, and buttered a piece of toast while he waited to see who would come down to breakfast. He was anxious to get his schedule, to know what classes he'd have with who. i wanna live where soul meets body, and let the sun wrap his arms around me
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 10:16 pm
 ╤╤╤ ڎїŋ Ċħõĭ ๆๆๆ”They say that life‘s a stage;
So throw yourself out there and be loved for it.”Jin awoke with no need for alarms or awakenings from her dorm mates. She'd been like that for a long time now, able to awaken herself by some sort of internal clock in the mornings. It had been that way for years, though no one ever figured out why or how. Her father was known for waking up late on occasion while that had been a rarity for Jin-Soo. Especially after she had been involved in her little career. But the trick was that her internal clock was set only for certain times and if a new one was added she had to readjust. But that was just the thing: while away she tried keeping her schedule as close to the one at Hogwarts as she could, which she had kept fairly close to her schedule at home beforehand. So it really wasn't that big of a change for her when she arrived, nevertheless left and returned.
She raised her arms above her and took a deep breath through her nose and popped in a piece of peppermint gum into her mouth. As she slowly lowered her arms, she let out another breath and took in another as she chewed, the air now cold from the mint gum in her mouth. She always enjoyed that feeling of cool air from the action of chewing gum and breathing in through one's nose. She let out a small giggle and hopped out of her bed, then turned to make it neat and straightened. She was not one for being a slob about much anything, including her living life. And here at Hogwarts, that was her bed. So she was going to take darn good care of it.
The small girl began to hum a jazzy tune as she pulled on a pair of black slacks and a white tanktop, and some earmuffs just in case. She pulled the brunt of her hair into a high-ish ponytail and used a silver butterfly clip to keep her bangs out of her face. She did a twirl and pulled a small, brown-leathered wristwatch on and checked the time. "5:02am. Perfect! Well, almost." The girl gave a quiet chuckle and left her dorm and headed out to the grounds. Today was her day.
Once outside she pulled the earmuffs over her ears and gloves over her hands and waved her arms in the air as she let out a laugh and her body began running. After a few paces, though, it slowed to a jog and she began her morning run around the grounds. Usually she saved this for when she was bored or upset or something, but it felt so good to be back and she couldn't resist a good run around Hogwarts to familiarize herself again. It was the perfect thing to wake her up, too. As the year would progress, she knew that more students would be found out here in the mornings taking walks or jogging. Some would be found by the lake or sitting on a hill.
After awhile she checked her watch and it was about 6:30am and that meant she'd spent almost an hour and a half out on the grounds, so she decided it was time to head to breakfast. She jogged back into the school and didn't start walking until she reached the Hufflepuff common room for which she had to tickle the silly wizard's nose to gain access to. She walked through and waved at a girl who was there and continued on up to her dormitory to get dressed into her robes and uniform, and her good shoes rather than her tennis shoes. She however did not remember to remove her earmuffs or gloves as she had forgotten she was wearing them at this ponit. "All set. Morning sunshines!" she called with a curtsy as she left. Perhaps now some of the others would get up.
She proceeded to the Great Hall, not quite skipping or walking or hopping, so perhaps more of a trot as she moved. She took her place and noticed taht Barrett had beat her to the tables again, as usual. "Morning! How was your summer? I see your appetite hasn't changed much." Another giggle escaped the girl that morning as she pulled up some eggs and bacon and toast herself, jamming hers though instead of buttering. She didn't load her plate like he did because she was used to eating less than Hogwarts gave her and didn't have the stomach capacity. She sat further back than a lot of second years, but because of what happened her first year this was where she ended up, which was alright considering the company was good.
Looking around, she noticed that more of the familiar faces were missing from around the school. A good number of people from all the houses would be coming in later this week, but especially today because they weren't to the sleep schedule anymore. That's why she kept hers between here and home so close together: so she wouldn't have to worry about the lag back once she got here. Actually, she woke up later here than she did back at home. Most people would call her insane, and told her that this was why she was always spacing out probably. They thought it was because she was tired, but that wasn't the case. Her mind just couldn't sit still was all. Still.....there was something special about today that she couldn't remember and now her brain was flying around trying to figure out what that was.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 11:47 pm
It was actually a very bright, clear day outside, but Brady Allen could care less. He was on a mission and he would not be distracted, disrupted, or dis-anything in any way. He had lost Johanna in the crowd last night after dinner, but quickly found her talking to Zaccheus Dane. Despite his usually unhappy demeanor, Brady grimaced for a second just to show even stronger unpleasant feelings. It wasn’t that Brady didn’t like Zacch, he thought as he entered the Slytherin common room, which had been considerably more crowded last night. It was that Brady really didn’t mind the 3rd year boy. The two were both contented by their own business, and because Zaccheus wasn’t oozing of noxious obnoxious gasses like some kids at Hogwarts, Brady wouldn’t even mind his company.
And it didn’t help his mood that one of his dorm mates was telling the same story for about the fifth time that morning. Whether it was about his missing knick-knack or the presence of an unwanted critter in his bed, Brady tuned it out yet again. The boy, who had apparently woken up in the middle of the night because of this occurrence, would tell it a million times more before the day was up, and if nothing went wrong today, Brady might be in a good enough mood to actually entertain the boy with a listen.
He had entered the Great Hall on a positive thought though; at least it wasn’t his bed that had been tampered with. Brady was not one for practical jokes. He may have been considered ‘stuffy’ and ‘much too mature’ for his age, but at least he wasn’t looking like a fool.
Like on radar, Brady found Johanna. She was sitting alone, which made sense, because she only knew how many people at the school? Two, at most - Brady being one of them. He took a breath and headed over to her, and sat across from her. She already had a plate of food in front of her, so Brady served himself before asking, “How do you like Hogwarts so far, Johanna?” * * * Johanna thought about her answer before saying anything.
She had only experienced a night at the school, how was she supposed to describe such a gigantic castle and school system after such a short amount of time. Could she think of just one word so she could get out of this conversation as fast as possible without walking away from breakfast? Why, yes, indeed she could… Johanna just had to think of the right word. Overbearing? No, never. Johanna could handle a measly issue like a new school. Annoying? So far, not quite.
“It’s intriguing.” That was a plus, as far as Johanna was concerned. If she could know the school like the back of her hand overnight, there would be no reason staying. It would become bland and a waste of time, and she would be stuck for the rest of her magical education. As of this morning, the school had more downs than ups, but Johanna had to admit that there was plenty to be discovered in and out of the castle. * * * A few minutes had passed in silence that while Johanna was plenty content with it, Brady didn’t seem as pleased. One could tell he didn’t want to show it, but he was thinking that if he had gone out on a limb to talk with someone, they should return the favor and ask him a question or two, make conversation. He was itching to just scream ‘What are you waiting for? I’ve deemed you worthy, now talk to me!’ But luckily for his sanity, Brady was saved from making himself look like a clown.
But Brady had counted his blessings much too soon, for as the new presence would surely strike up a conversation, it would not be in the way Brady would like. Another Slytherin had decided to sit across from Johanna. Because all of his attention had been on the beautiful blonde in front of him, Brady failed to recognize who this new person was at first (admittedly, because of the long hair, Brady believed it was a girl who had sat down). But much to his chagrin, it was actually a boy. A very shallow boy, annoyingly successful in the field of girls. * * * “Hey there, my name’s Coby,” said the newest addition to the Slytherin table. He was all too casual for Johanna’s taste; leaning forward on the table to steady himself as he adjusted his legs under the long wooden bench. He continued to make himself comfortable by getting a hold of a plate and a piece of toast. But, much to Johanna’s displeasure, he seemed to be born with the talent of multi-tasking and/or looking at a girl up and down while spreading jam on his blackened bread. Johanna personally thought that he should have saved the gift for some other time, because she had lost her appetite. And Coby was about to also, as he was about to bite into his toast, because he still hadn’t realized that the piece he had grabbed was obviously burnt.
“Mhm,” said Johanna, which meant, ‘Whatever hole in the ground you came from, feel free to crawl back into it an learn some manners, please.’ She didn’t even bother to adequately answer to the introduction, as she felt wrongdoings were not to be rewarded.
This was going to be a long day.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 12:41 am
 Vaguely recalling what had happened last night, all Myranda could remember was being extremely fussy; and then really sweet. Nothing came to her, but she was sure someone would ask her why she changed so many moods the night before or just give her some weird glances. The curly redhead mused over this, entering the Great Hall in her usual Hogwarts attire, tie tied, but not perfect, and skirt a little wrinkly, but nothing a little magic couldn’t do. Later. For now, she spent her thoughts on what exactly she said or did last night and whether or not she should have butter or jelly on her toast.
Myranda sat down at the Ravenclaw table, misty eyes gazing down at her plate with a wide, blank look. In the mornings, she was never very responsive and abounding with energy… or, rather, she wasn’t fully there physically. Blinking, she made the motion to grab a piece of perfectly toasted bread, but paused. Her large eyes caught the sight of a brown haired boy at the Hufflepuff table, looking bored and completely out of it as much as herself. Barrett McKay. Instantly, a fluttering in her stomach made her not desire toast. She probably would have just threw it up, anyhow. Instead, she lowered her eyes, cheeks flushing a bright red. Of course, she hadn’t noticed how cute Barrett actually was until yesterday on the train. And she hadn’t noticed how much she actually liked him until… well, now. Touching her hot cheeks, she pondered for a second. ‘Really?’ she questioned herself, a simple smile curving on her lips. ‘Well, that’s interesting.’ Myranda Halliwell liked Barrett McKay. But she really could not argue that she knew way before this "sudden realization."
Exaggerating, Myranda thought it upsetting to see him so bored. ‘Nothing I can’t fix,’ she thought simply, jumping up off of her seat, and basically dancing across the hall to the Hufflepuff table. The sudden burst of energy was not unexpected of Myranda, yet she still got some curious, blank, or weirded out looks from the awake students in the Great Hall. However, as she made this motion, an unexpected student had taken the spot she had planned to sit down at. For a moment, she felt a burst of annoyance, but it quickly went over her head. The skinny girl approached Barrett, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Giggling, she sat herself down next to him, grinning.
“Mornin’, Barrett!” she spoke cheerfully, too enthusiastic for an average pre-teen girl this early in the morning. But her face suddenly turned into curiousity, "Or can I call you bear? Because that's just way more cuter than Barrett. Or Barrett is fine. I don't know. Which do you prefer?" She was just glad she “accidentally“ cut into the conversation, after the other girl had asked him about his summer. She skipped out of that conversation, since she already asked him that question, yesterday, on the train ride. So she started a different one.
“So what did you think of Dumbledore’s last minute speech last night?” Of course she meant the dance; it had become one of the most popular subjects of Hogwarts, including that one Mattson girl sorted into Slytherin. Myranda deliberately ignored that subject, in respect of her friend‘s, Alanis’, wishes. But she casually glanced at the other girl; Myranda had absolutely no idea who she was, but she was kind of pretty, but average, in Myranda’s eyes. ‘Oh, don’t be so judgmental!’ Myranda reminded herself, mentally slapping herself. ‘I’m sure she’s a friendly person.’ She smiled lightly toward the girl, turning her body so it made it seem the conversation could be between the three of them. However. Myranda had, way way way deep inside of her, desired for it to between only her and Barrett. But she supposed that could be later. Meeting a new person was always fun and enjoyable.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:04 am
 Angie had had long nights. Last night wasn’t one of them. Most of the night was spent eyeing Adrian Locke and making sure he was eying her too. And playing eye-tag didn’t take much energy, so Angie did a whole bunch of nothing the whole night.
But, lying on a sapphire blue velvet couch with the morning light shining through all of the windows in the Ravenclaw common room, it may have looked like Angie had quite the rough night. Angie wasn’t in the greatest of moods, but she knew it was just because she hadn’t slept comfortably, she often had rather bad sleep. But that was a story for another time. Now the dirtiest thing Angie was doing was making sure her skirt hadn’t ridden up (she did have a sense of decency, however often ignored it might be). But she was really making sure she didn’t look like total crap.
So, because of this, she headed up to her dorm to get on a fresh set of clothes. If it were her own home(s), Angie would have just worn the clothes from the night before, but everyone must have seen her sleep in them. And the criticism would ensue. (“She’s wearing the outfit she slept in,” and “She didn’t take a shower this morning!” and Do you think she ever showers?”) That would just give Angie a worse reputation of being ‘dirty.’
And that would just be simply lovely.
Angelica was a people person, and usually didn’t walk around with thoughts of hatred in her head, but sometimes she just wished that everyone would get on with their lives. She exited the common room and headed down the many flights of stairs alone. She was just about to turn into the doorway of the Great Hall, when a figure coming from another direction certainly lightened her mood. “Look who it is,” Angie said mischievously as she moved out of the line of sight of the students in the Great Hall. It was Aidan Reese, one of her favorite boys at the school. And from the looks of him, he hadn’t had such a great night either. So Aidan was just what Angie needed and she wanted to make sure that she was just what he needed as well. 
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 5:19 pm
How on earth Fidelious Violino was up and about in the morning was beyond everyone. But for the people who knew him well, they would know that Fig most of the time was like the energizer bunny and did nothing but bounce around from one place to the other; that included the morning. Fig had gotten up early, deciding he couldn't go back to sleep after one of his dorm mate's snoring gave him a reason to leave. He made sure to pick the clothing that wasn't completley wrinkley, threw it on, and continued to his shoes. The boy wasn't very good with tieing a tie, so he just let it hang around his neck and wait until one of the girls would come around to tie it for him. They always did.
Yawning, Fig scratched the back of his head, fingers tangled in the brown, curly disaster called his hair as he approched the Gryffindor house table for breakfast. The growling in his stomach said "FEED ME", so once he sat down, he piled food on his plate, taking more than what was required for a normal breakfast. He was a growing boy, after all. A few first years were flitting about a few seats down, discussing how amazing the year was going to be. Some looked positively nervous, anxious for
I'll edit this later... D:
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 3:30 pm
 [ M ]elanie smiled back at Raphael, her smile every bit as warm and sincere as his was. But within seconds Melanie's pink lips pursed in a "I'm kind of disgusted that you'd suggest that sort of thing to me" sort of way. Though Raph and Melanie had become extremely close over the years they attended Hogwarts, Raph just couldn't stop his suggestive remarks. Melanie didn't mind all that much, and after all, she should have known a suggestive remark would have been the first thing that came out of his mouth with the situation they were in. It was Melanie's first time coming in here to wake him up after all. Melanie's high soprano voice became flat as she dryly said, "Haha. Very funny Raph." She stood there as he got out of his four poster bed, stepping right in front of her and ruffling her hair. Oh how she hated that. And of course, Raph knew that, so he thought it was funny to always greet Melanie this way. A small "humph" escaped her pink lips and she crossed her arms in an extremely childish manner as she said, "You know how much I hate that Raph!" She playfully pouted at Raph but her blue eyes were dancing in amusement as she watched him smile at her slight discomfort.
Melanie lightly chuckled as Raph said, "Hey, there, Parks. Well, unless you want to see a teenage boy go starkers in front of you, you’d better go ahead to the Great Hall." She rolled her eyes and said, "Fine then Stark, whatever," with a hint of humor in her voice. She headed towards the door that she had entered only a few minutes ago but stopped as she touched the doorknob. She turned around and saw Raph rummaging for some clean clothes to wear, she smiled a small and sly smile to herself as she said, "But it's not like I've never seen a boy in just his boxers before!" She winked at Raph before skipping down the stairs, cackling a laugh.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs that led to the boys dormitories Melanie wondered whether she should wait for Raph or not. She normally did, so she stepped out of the way so a group of sixth year slytherin boys could make it down the stairs. She smiled and waved as they passed by, laughing on the inside as she saw their raised eyebrows. They had obviously seen her go up to Raph's dorm. And they were probably wondering what had happened, since she was in and out of there so quickly. 'I bet their wondering how we could have possibly finished things up so quickly. Ahaha. Is that the only thing boys think about? Boys are silly and they make me laugh.' Melanie watched the group of boys step out of the commonroom, jabbing each other with their elbows and pointing at her, as if she couldn't see them. She was rocking back and forth on her heels again when she heard her stomach rumble loudly. She laughed and patted her stomach, deciding to let Raph catch up with her once he got to the great hall.
Melanie hummed happily as she skipped towards the great hall, her long, wavy, tangled, dark brown hair flying behind her. She didn't stop skipping even when she made it into the crowded great hall. She saw Hollywood sitting with Gus and smiled and waved at the two of them. She stopped skipping when she saw Rain, her heart skipping a beat or two. Melanie bit her bottom lip as she held her head down as went to the end of the slytherin table. She grabbed a golden plate and piled it up with tons of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, a pancake, and two waffles, with some maple syrup on the side. She poured herself a large glass of orange juice as she sat down, far away from Rain. She was about to eat a piece of bacon when she saw Raph casually walk into the great hall. She smiled as she saw him and called out his name, "Hey Raph!" She waved to him and wondered if he'd come up to her right away. Knowing him he was probably going to flirt with a girl or two before he would sit down and eat breakfast with her. 
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 2:41 pm
"Somehow every thing's gonna fall right into place
If we only had a way to make it all fall
Fall faster everyday
If only time flew like a dove . . ."
 Ophelia had been dreaming. A strange dream about the moon drowning and the only possible way she could have saved it was it eat 13 tons of spaghetti while singing ABBA songs backwards and doing this weird dance involving this inhuman shoulder motion. Luckily for her, she was awakened before the Skeksis came and stole the golden meatball. Sitting up, Ophelia smiled at Adela and answered in some muffled sounding German. It was beside the fact that she used the wrong verb tense, but Ophie figured that was probably the best the language had ever sounded coming from her tongue. Glancing around the room, she caught sight of the clock but couldn’t make it out time. Figuring what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, Ophelia laid back down and pulled her blanket over her head. The sun made the her dark pink blanket appear to be a shade or two lighter. She traced the diamond shaped stitching for what seemed like a long time, the only signs of life was the steady rising and falling of her blanket and the occasional wiggle of bright pink toenails.
She let her thoughts wonder aimlessly, allowing them to shift through the events of the night before. Her conversation with Ania (which was a bit one sided ), all the Maddox and Masika mess, almost drowning in the bathtub when she fell asleep while bathing, and her long conversation with Ryan in the common room afterward. Smiling when she thought of Ryan, Ophelia started giggling. Yesterday she’d been all over Zaidin, but in the blink of an eye all her affections at shifted to Ryan Martin. It was his guitar that wooed her. They way he handled that thing . . . She giggled even more, finally sitting up and stretching. He’d be a good boyfriend. She liked him a lot. Even more than Kiyoshi, her last boyfriend. And she’d liked Kiyoshi quite a lot. Well, until he broke up with her.
Grimacing at the memory, Ophelia pushed it from her mind and shoved her feet deep into her leopard print slippers. And tried to return back to something she’d actually like to dwell on. But it was in her head now and she couldn’t help but be a little upset over the whole thing. She couldn’t believe that he’d actually --- no. Just, no. Standing up, Ophelia forced herself to become occupied with her reflection. Looking at the mirror she’d hung up in the dorm room. She’d even cast a spell to make it talk. She smiled with the mirror whistled and she blew it a kiss. Yeah, she did look good in briefs. Especially these Batman ones. They did amazing things to her butt. She flipped her braid over her shoulder and turned to the side, then pursed her lips. She slumped a bit to make her stomach bulge and filled it with air so she vaguely resembled someone five months pregnant. Then she sucked in and pretended that she had wonderful muscles, like Hercules.
The clock read 8:05, and as if her stomach had eyes of its own, it began to rumble. Breakfast would be over soon. All the crepes would be gone! All those wonderful pancakes and pumpkin juice and . . . Ophelia, as if suddenly gaining super speed, changed quickly. Pulling on her jumper, then fumbling a bit with her tie, before slipping on her Mary Jane's. Despite her gargantuan appetite, her vanity overcame the need for food long enough for her to fix her hair and put on some lip gloss. Which was a bit dense, since the lip gloss would only come off as she stuffed her face full of so much food it was remarkable she didn’t start to ooze strawberry juices. Running down the stairs, she landed gracefully at the bottom of the stairs and proceeded to skip out of the common room into the hallway and down the Great Hall. On the way in she passed Quinton Zsarcaspian, some girl (who she only knew because they were in the same year), and CJ Overfield. She smiled, “Morning,” she nodded to them. She paused a second to glance back at them, taking in Quinton again. He looked different from last year. Something about him was just --- she never even finished the thought, noticing that Maddox was about the take the last crepe, she ran over as fast as she could to snatch it from him."We gotta make it fly faster than I'm falling in love."   
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:25 pm
"And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is waving." Maddox didn’t even look up when Ophelia snatched his crepe. He didn’t even bother giving her a dirty look. He didn’t need the stupid thing anyway. He wasn’t a depressed, middle aged housewife. Eating fattening pastries wasn’t going to solve his problems. Drinking the last of his pumpkin juice, he took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his massive amount of curls. Trying to think of some way to get both the girl and the best friend. Compromising was never something he was good at. Madd was a little greedy. He wanted three slices of cake and ice cream, too. He crossed his arms and fidgeted for several minutes, bouncing his leg, tapping the table, looking around the Great Hall. No ideas came. He was starting to think that he’d actually have to follow that stupid “Bros before Hos” rule. He’d have to give up Masika in favor of his friendship with Zaidin. Christ, how unfair was that s**t? Maddox was going to find whoever came up with that and kick them. Right in the balls. Then he was going to kick him again, just because it made him feel better about himself.
“Maddox?”
Turning slightly, Madd smiled at his friend Laurence Craig, who was looking a bit like someone had kicked him. He was holding a present wrapped in purple paper with a gold bow with a lavendar colored enveloped taped to it. He wondered if it was for Juliet Setterfield, his longtime girlfriend. That was one of the things he liked best about the sixth year Gryffindor boy. His affection for Juliet was almost inspiring in a way. Admirable. “ Hey Laur! What brings you to this side of the Great Hall?” He moved over a bit to allow space for him to sit down. He needed a nice distraction. Laurence was funny, too. In an odd sort of way. He needed some cheering up, he’d been brooding all morning. He was getting on his own nerves.
Laurence glanced at the present and smiled back at Maddox, sitting down beside him. He placed the present down gently as if the contents were made of glass. Which, now that he thought about it, didn’t surprise Madd in the least. From what he understood, the Craigs had good money coming in. His mother, Nesta, was some sort of heiress or something. His dad a lawyer. Or something a long the lines. He would have asked, but decided against it. He’d figure it out for himself eventually.
“Nothing too much. I was coming over to bring Rosaline her birthday present, but I don’t think she’s come down yet . . . ”
Rosaline? Windsor? The red haired French chick? Madd raised his eyebrow and looked at Laurence. Whoa. He couldn’t imagine that the two of them were friends. Pretty though she was, Rosaline was kinda full of it, wasn’t she? Well, that was what he’d observed at least. He didn’t really know her all that well. They hadn’t ever talked. Though, he had to admit, she was very easy on the eyes. He had a thing for red heads -- alright. That was a lie. He had a thing for anything with boobs and a nice pair of legs. But you get the point, right? “ How does Juliet feel about that? ” He watched his friend swallow and shrug, he played with the ribbon on the present. Maddox could see that the card read, “Rosaline” in Laurence’s rather large print. A smiley face dotted the “I”. Oh. Feeling like a total git, Maddox added, “ Broke up?”
“Yeah. Rosaline and I hit it off near the end of last year and I thought that Juliet and I should . . . See other people, ” the last part was mumbled. As if he knew how incredibly stupid it sounded. But he recovered rather quickly, “ Rosaline and I spent the summer together. We said we’d hook back up when school started . . . ”
Maddox’s mouth hung open a little. He blinked at Laurence. Then glanced at the present, then back at Laurence, and let out a long breath. Smooth move, X-lax. Ruin a perfectly good relationship with someone as cute as Juliet for a long legged, red haired, French model -- alright. Who was he kidding? He would have done the same damn thing to Fatima way back when in a heartbeat. Hell, in the blink of an eye even, “ Rosaline is a babe, dude. I don’t blame you. Actually, I’m proud of you. How old are you? 16? You should play the field a little. Get a few homeruns --- Here he winked and laughed a bit ---" You have your whole life to settle down. What is it they say about red heads? Something about passion and all that good stuff. In any case, good job. ” he patted Laurence’s shoulder and helped himself to some more bacon. Chewing it over with his real thoughts about the whole situation.
A smile stretched across the other boy’s face. But it was hardly genuine. It looked a little painful, actually. Completely fake. He sat a little straighter and nodded. Figuring that Maddox was probably right. He loved Juliet, yes. Sometimes he even thought about that kiss in the Astronomy tower. Dreamed about their time spent sewn at the hip all of Fifth year . . .
“You broke up with Juliet?”
Laurence turned to face Ophelia and nodded. He couldn’t really deny that, now could he?
She snorted and rolled her eyes, “ How stupid was that?”
“ Shut up, Ophelia.”
How stupid, indeed.
Laurence sighed and decided not even to say anything. What could he say? He was beginning to think that Ophelia was right. That it was a stupid decision. Probably the biggest mistake of all 16 years of his life.
"It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm trying hard not to talk fast . . ." 
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:41 pm
 ψψψ Āđëŀå Ĥěīđ ٶٶٶ”Even a pencil can defeat a sword,
if used properly and put to the right tests.”The sixth year had made it down to the Great Hall at about seven fourty five. Why? Because she'd stopped a few times on the way down from Ravenclaw tower. She liked to talk to the portraits and the ghosts that ran around Hogwarts, and it really did help to pass the time. She would inquire about their 'lives' at the time, what happened in the past. If she ever had trouble with homework she would ask them about it, see if they could give her any sort of insight (although she nearly always double-checked the information they gave her anyway). It was a shame more people didn't talk to the ghosts and portraits. One could get a lot of information from them.
She walked, straight and tall and graceful as always, as she entered the Great Hall. Adela wasn't trying to seem prissy or better than anyone about it, it was just her raising as a noble in her homeland. One should walk straight and tall, proud of themself. Either keep your expression blank but not stupid or confused or give them a kind smile. That's one of Adela's few memories of her brith mother before she'd died. She had been trying to teach Adela how to be a lady.
Without a word, she sat herself down in her seat at the table in front. It was out of place, a sixth year like herself among so many first and second years. But when announcements were made she wanted to hear them, like last night. And the easiest place to do that was to sit right up front. Besides, she didn't have many friends so it wasn't like it really mattered all that much anyway. And, she thought with both a smile and a grimace, I can keep away from all that drama. Smile for the lack of drama, grimace for the detachment of others.
Adela looked at the food, but felt away from where she was at. Far away. Her mind was on her home, her heart locked somewhere else. Her hands had a mind of their own and put sausage, pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, jam, and browns on her plate, which then cut it up and put it in her mouth to chew and swallow. All functioning fine, but she wasn't paying any attention to it in the least. She'd been inquired before on how she managed to do that, but she couldn't answer them. She really had no idea.
Hearing a sigh, it shook her from this far away state and she looked around. Then she realized the sigh had come from her and shook her head with a smile and chuckled at herself. She found it kind of funny she snapped herself out of something with an action that she didn't notice she performed. Hearing fast footsteps, she looked from the corner of her eye and saw Ophelia bursting in at the other end of the hall and snatch some food out of Maddox's hands. An actual laugh came from her mouth but she quickly covered it with her hand and looked at her plate. She cleared her throat and continued eating, trying to keep from laughing again. And she has a mind of her own Adela though good-naturedly.
As she ate, this time happy to do so, she looked at her watched and noticed it was after eight. I spaced for a long time she mused, and wondered just how much she'd eaten in all that time. It would be difficult to tell. She picked up her pumpkin juice and took a long drink from it, her other hand reaching into her pocket to grab one of many identical hand-made handkerchiefs. She'd done that in her spare time, made them. She looked at the crepes before her and placed a few on it once she'd lowered her goblet unto the table and carefully folded it, then put it back into her pocket. She'd save that for later.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:02 pm
  "Come on man, get up!" a voice rang loudly from what was probably the open door. The open door that led into a dorm where many first year ravenclaw boys slept (and loudly snored) at night. Cameron hadn't even learned the names of most of the boys he shared a dorm with. He was an only child so he wasn't exactly used to sharing a living and sleeping place with other boys he didn't even know. But all that will be changing quite soon since his mum was pregnant again, with a girl. Cameron didn't want a baby sister but he'd just have to deal with it. Anyways, a baby sister could be as bad as braces...right?
Cameron, who's bed was second to last on the right, hadn't heard the ringing voice, unlike the rest of the boys in his dorm. He was still sleeping soundly, his breathing loud and heavy, his chest rising up and down to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Annoyed first year ravenclaw boys turned in their four poster beds, causing the the wooden floorboards to creak and whine. A few of them grunted and moaned as they turned in their beds, trying to become comfortable again. Cameron felt a rush of warmth, someone must have opened the blinds in the room. A whole round of "Hey!"s and "What'd you do that for?"s erupted throughout the dorm. Cameron pulled the pillow from underneath his head and put it over his head, to block out the sunlight. 'Please...just two more hours, all right?' He was starting to drift off into sleep and dream land again when he sensed footsteps walking towards his four poster bed.
Cameron slowly opened his eyes and saw Charlie's face right in front of his, making him slightly uncomfortable. He was definitely way too close for comfort. While Charlie was wearing an annoyingly goofy grin, Cameron wore an extremely annoyed look. He knew that it was early, but how early was it? He decided to continue ignore Charlie and as he sat up and scanned the room for a clock or hand held watch of some sort. He found a clock right above the still open door and read the current time. '5:30??!!!???!!!' Cameron groaned loudly and fell back into his four poster bed, pulling his sapphire blue blanket and sheets over his head. He had just closed his tired, chocolate brown eyes when he felt a rush of cold air. Charlie had thrown his blanket and sheets of off him! "Charlie!" Cameron bursted out, suddenly angry, and not caring one bit if he woke up his fellow dorm-mates. He was mad. He wanted to show Charlie out of the room, lock the door (if there was a lock, Cameron hoped there was), and go back to sleep for another two-three hours. It was way too early to be getting out of bed. And on a Sunday, too! With weak limbs and hands, Cameron tried to snatch his blanket and sheets out of Charlie's hands, but failed miserably, falling back against the headboard with a loud "thud!"
Charlie roared with laughter as Cameron sat there defeated, red-faced, and fuming with both embarrassment and anger. He rolled his eyes before he closed them again. "Come on mate, you have to admit that was pretty funny." When he saw that Cameron kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard what he had just said, he lightly chuckled half to himself and half because he was amused and said, "So...you wanna go out for a run?"
Cameron's brown eyes shot wide open and he jumped out of his bed. For the first time that morning a smile appeared on his young and pale face. "Yea! Just give me a minute or two." Charlie grinned and let out a "Yea-aa!" as Cameron rushed over to his trunk to find a fresh pair of clothes to wear. He pulled out and put on a New England Patriots sweatshirt that was so big that his tiny and skinny body almost got lost in it and a pair of loose and worn skinny jeans that were faded at the knees. He figured they'd be going out for a jog, so he didn't really care what he ran in, as long as he felt comfortable. And quite frankly, Cameron felt comfortable running in anything and everything. He could probably go on a jog with a big fluffy prom dress and he'd do fine, as if he was wearing a pair of sweats instead. But it's not like he'd really go running in a big fluffy prom dress, cause that would be just ridiculous. Cameron just loved feeling the wind in his thick and curly hair and the feel of the earth beneath his feet. Running made him feel so free and so alive. Life was always best when he was running. He laced up a pair of dark blue Nike's and tucked the double-knotted laces in. "Let's go!"
* * *
They had been running for about two hours now. Maybe a little bit more, maybe a for a little bit less than that. All Cameron knew was that he felt good. Really, really good. The whole time they were running Cameron and Charlie said nothing. It was as if the rhythmic "thud, thud, thud" of their feet was the talking that was going on between them. Cameron finally spoke as he said, "Last kick! Make it count now." Charlie seemed to understand what he meant by this because he sprinted alongside him, heading towards the castle.
The two boys entered the great hall, their faces red from the run, but they were relaxed looking. The run was refreshing, not tiring in any way at all. The headed towards the front of the ravenclaw table and piled up their plates with grits, french toast, bacon, and syrup. They munched on their food and grinned at each other, as if they shared a private joke. And in a way, they sort of did.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:04 pm
 Hollywood woke up around 7:00. He opened his eyes slowly, stretching his long and muscular arms above his head. His dark hair was disheveled and was sticking up everywhere, just like it did every morning. He sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, hearing a small laugh coming from the right of him. He turned and saw his good friend, Gus, who was obviously laughing at his hair. Everyone knew that Hollywood took pride in his 50s styled hair, though many made fun of him for it. People also made fun of his clothes, the name he went by, and his way of speaking (he had a hint of a southern accent); but Hollywood didn't care about what people said about him, it didn't bother him at all. Well, unless your name was Quinton Zsarcaspian and constantly made fun of him; then he cared. He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed, causing Gus to quietly laugh again. Hollywood lightly laughed along with him, he probably did look pretty ridiculous. But that didn't mean he wanted to see what he looked like, he wasn't quite ready to take a step like that. He hopped out of bed and said to Gus, "I'm gonna go take a shower." When Gus nodded Hollywood continued on and asked, "See you at breakfast mate?"
Gus nodded again and replied, "See you at breakfast mate."
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Hollywood stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He ran another fluffy, white towel through his long, dark, wet hair. He threw on a tight white t-shirt; a brown flannel button up, which he wore with the sleeves pushed up; a pair of extremely tight and worn dark blue Levi's; and a pair of old, beat up, brown chucks that he would probably have to throw away soon since a small tear on his left shoe was slowly becoming bigger. With an after thought and a shrug Hollywood threw his black and yellow hufflepuff tie around his neck, not bothering to tie it at all, just in case. He fingered his still very wet hair and shook his head like a dog, getting out most of the water from the warm shower. He decided not to grease it up since it was still wet. He would wait until later, maybe after he ate breakfast and got his schedule. Hollywood groaned at the thought of getting his schedule. Getting a schedule meant one thing: classes. And they were definitely the one thing he wasn't looking forward to. Oh, and not to mention those wretched O.W.Ls. This year was going to be a rough one.
He quickly walked down the stairs that led to the hufflepuff commonroom. Athenadora was sleeping on an armchair, breathing softly, an open book in her lap. Hollywood smiled to himself as he watched Athena sleep. He had taken quite the liking to the sweet, little, 3rd year girl. At most times he felt as though she was his younger sister. Now that he thought about it, her and Stephen would probably get along great. He smiled and ran one of his big hands through her soft, blond hair ever so gently. He figured she would wake up soon so he decided to let her continue sleeping there. Plus, she looked so peaceful and innocent just laying there in that armchair, dreaming. He would catch her as soon as she walked into the great hall he decided.
He walked to the great hall, humming Elvis' "Jailhouse Rock," making his way to the regular morning breakfast. It didn't take him long to get to the great hall, his long legs helped him get there quicker than most. He spotted Gus right away, and gave him a nod of acknowledgement as he walked to him. He said, "Fancy meeting you here," with a small smile as he reached for the pumpkin juice. He filled his goblet up and quickly gulped some down. He scanned all the contents that filled the table, tapping his fingers quickly to a beat that was stuck in his head, before settling for grits, three sausages, and four strawberry flapjacks. He poured way too much syrup and got a ton on the table. He was cleaning the syrup up when Gus elbowed him in the ribs and said, "Look, Hollywood, there's Melanie." Hollywood automaticaly looked up and saw her wave her child-like wave and smile her beautiful smile to him and Gus. The two boys returned the wave and smile before they returned to eating their breakfast, Hollywood's tapping feet filling the silence between the two of them.
Hollywood was about to break the silence when he saw a petite, blond girl enter the great hall. "Athena!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up with happiness. He pushed himself up from the hufflepuff table and rushed over to Athena with a wide and happy smile stretched across his face. His dark blue eyes were no longer dull and life-less. They were now bright and were a more piercing blue. "Athena!" Hollywood sang out as he gave her a big bear hug, picking up her small and light frame off the floor; and continued hugging her as he spun her around. He set her down and happily laughed before saying, "That's my special way of telling you that I missed you." He touched her pink cheek lightly as a sign of affection and smiled at her. "Now we need to get you some breakfast." He paused, "And not buts or disagreeing."" He wagged his pointer finger teasingly, "You need to eat Miss Athenadora, you're a young and growing lady. Come on now, let's go get you something to eat." He knew that Athena normally didn't eat breakfast, which worried him a great bit. Sometimes she would appear too thin, so Hollywood would urge her to eat, even if she insisted that she wasn't hungry. He always felt so protective over her, like he was responsible for her. Like her big brother or something. "It's like I'm the middle man between a tug-of-war or something between you guys. I don't know, I can't take sides"      "Stephen... Steve... Now don't you start bawling too, Stephen. Only one bawl-baby in this family is enough"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 6:28 pm
 
Disgusting. That’s how Rosaline felt. Well, not exactly, because Rosaline had actually gotten some beauty rest, and even though she had had a dream last night, she didn’t remember it – there were other things on her mind. Like the fact that Julia had deliberately… well, maybe she should reword that. Even after Rosaline had warned her to stray away from Louis she… No, that wouldn’t sound right either. But Rosaline couldn’t help herself. When it rained, it poured and when she was mad, she was furious.
These vicious thoughts ran through her head as she exited the common room, and she realized that she was even angrier this morning than she had been last night. That was probably because everything had set in and then got exponentially worse. She walked through the hall with a livid look in her eyes. Either everyone was lucky not to interrupt her on her (internal) rampage, or everyone was very smart and new not to even come near her while she was angry. However her ferocious intentions melted away when she walked into the Great Hall. It was partly because Rosaline didn’t particularly like coming off as a castrating Manhattan career b***h, but she did really like what she saw in the Great Hall. More specifically, of course, the Ravenclaw table. Among the usual blue and bronze ties, Rosaline spotted a Gryffindor.
Laurence Craig; God he was attractive. But at the moment, though Rosaline was glad to see him (and that present on the table), he wasn’t looking his best. That didn’t suit Rosaline, so she was determined to slap a smile on his face.
She floated on down the row of students (as opposed to her fierce strut down the hallways) and placed her hands on his shoulders, gently, but with warm intent. She was very precise in her movements as she leaned closer into him and put her face nearer to his and said “Good morning.” She would have kissed him if there weren’t others at the table. So she reluctantly withdrew with a proud smile on her face, and addressed them, obviously Laurence’s friends. Though they were both Ravenclaws and not much older than herself, Rosaline hadn’t formally met them, and she liked to do so before treating them like she had. “Have we met?” she asked after sitting down at the other side of Laurence. Rosaline didn’t want to sound like she was overcompensating, so she kept the sweetness to a minimum, and decided not to ask about the present that, from what she could tell, was for her. He had remembered her birthday, and that made her glow. To Rosaline, there was nothing better than being on someone’s mind. So she tried to make Laurence smile as well, sort of like a thank you before he had actually done anything. “The word's on the street
and it's on the news...”
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