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Post by alice on Jun 22, 2012 19:18:50 GMT -5
 
Practically running through the halls, letter in hand, Alice flew through common room, burst into the dungeons and moved quickly up the steps. Even in a hurry she moved gracefully, avoiding physical and eye contact with anyone who passed her. She was livid, anyone could see that, and most Slytherins or anyone in her year that was acquainted with her knew to stay out of her way. A few unfortunate first years didn't however, and were quickly shoved aside as she broke through the doors leading to the covered bridge. It was early spring, still a bit chilly out, and she had forgotten her jacket when she bolted out of her common room just 5 minutes ago but at the moment she couldn't care less.
Her mother, the wretched witch -no pun intended-, had written to inform her that her dear sister Kiara, would not be joining her at Hogwarts this year. Instead, they were arranging to send her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic - which, according to the muttering of Alice while she stormed towards the Covered Bridge, was completely preposterous. The woman had gone too far this time to separate the sisters, but of course there weren't any holiday breaks coming up soon so she was left to wait till the summer to fix this and by then it'd probably be too late. She was too furious to even write back.
Finally making it under the Covered Bridge where it was less crowded, she let her dash slow down to a brisk walk until she slowed, almost stopping. If she weren't in school, or the annoying girls in her dorm were gone, or she was left alone, or she was anywhere but Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, preferably home where she could shout and scream at her mother and.... "Settle..." She murmured to herself, letting out the breath she'd been holding, sure that her face had probably turned red. She closed her eyes, even though she was still walking slowly, and counted, trying hard to think of an easier way to fix this mess. She started to pick up pace again when her anger started to get the better of her and just to make her day a little bit worse, she had to walk straight into the back of somebody. When she opened her eyes to shout in frustration, she almost groaned with the feeling of stupidity, realizing if she hadn't walked into the person, she would have walked into the side of the bridge itself. Luckily -or maybe it was still unfortunately- the person had been standing in the way. She wasn't sure if she were calm enough to apologize, or whether if she opened her mouth if she would scream again. So she just closed her eyes and started counting again, not caring who it was she ran into in the first place.
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Post by thygreenthing on Jun 23, 2012 6:50:45 GMT -5
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Typically, Brent's so called 'friends' had to go to the Hogsmeade trip without him which clearly hadn't left him in the best of moods. He wanted to go but not so much that he'd swallow his god damned pride and actually ask his parents for something. No, now he was stuck here; thoroughly pissed off and wishing at least someone had had the decency to stay back and save him from this boredom. Waiting back in his dormitory, he knew there was plenty of homework for him to be getting on with. Fuck it. Brent McKinney? Completing homework? Like hell that was going to happen.
Chewing his gum absentmindedly, Brent rested his arms on the side of the bridge’s rail and let the wind blow his hair out of place without bothering to fix it for once in his life. The Gryffindor was in a lazy, sulky sort of mood, choosing to ignore the fact that he was acting like he was six not sixteen. That was Brent for you though, immature even at the best of times.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he scanned all of the land he could in search of something that stood even the slightest chance of piquing his interest. There was absolutely nothing within his vicinity that would save Brent from getting too fed up and going somewhere else to see if there was anything to do. No doubt, it would involve causing some sort of trouble or annoyance.
However he was brought out of his daze as something, or rather someone, crashed into him. Brent looked to his right, his narrowed eyes resting on a girl he believed to be in his year though that was all he could remember about her. With her eyes closed, and her cheeks flushed an angry red, it was easy to see that she also wasn’t in the mood to be messed with.
“Watch it, won’t yah?” he snapped, his accent only accentuating the sharpness to his tone. Unfortunately for this girl, Brent wasn’t in the mood to even attempt to be somewhat nice at the moment, not to say that he necessarily would be at any other time. He relaxed his cold gaze a little, realising how unfair he was being. But, still, whoever this was couldn’t exactly blame him for snapping at them, could they?
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Post by alice on Jun 23, 2012 19:01:22 GMT -5
Alice refused to open her eyes to look at the apparent male who spoke. The kid must be an upper-classman; he didn't sound like a younger kid except for a slight whine in his voice like he was complaining about her being there like a small child. She had practiced hearing things behind people's voices, it helped her read through her mother and when you were in Slytherin and it helped you pick out real friends and phonies just getting to you for your money. Of course, there were a lot more phonies than actual friends but you didn't normally want to be seen associating yourself with other classes for friends that was just weird. Or at least that's how it used to be. Every now and then you would see Slytherins talking with Gryffindors, though most children had carried over their parent's traditional dislike for them. It was usually the Gryffindors who broke the ice.
She finally opened her eyes, realizing the kid hadn't moved at all either. Catching his glare, she glared back, straightening up. "Maybe next time..." she started to say that he should pay attention to his own surroundings so maybe he wouldn't get run into, but that was just completely stupid. ”…maybe next time I won’t." She finished lamely. She huffed, aggravated with herself, and leaned her back on the post, not looking at him. This was what she had been teaching Kiara not to be - rude; to apologize, to smile, to be nice. What a hypocrite she thought to herself, like she had so many times before. She was teaching her sister to be all the things she wasn't, though her sister didn't know that. Kiara thought that Alice was teaching her based off of experience, though Alice mainly just watched other people, or movies, or books, and gave the information to Kiara without having the little girl know it. Why dampen her image?
"Sorry." She finally muttered when she glanced over at the kid and seen that his expression had softened even the tiniest bit. Actually looking at him, she realized he was a 6th year Gryffindor, Brian McKinnen or something like that, all she knew was that they had Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts together; two classes where she hardly paid attention in, only getting correct answers when called on by copying off of her neighbor, Fredrick Krum. The kid didn't talk much to her anyways so she didn't know if he was aware or not.
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Post by thygreenthing on Jun 30, 2012 12:57:52 GMT -5
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Brent wasn't happy in the slightest, especially since this girl had now decided to glare back at him. But maybe that was partly his fault for glaring at her first though she had been the one to get that reaction out of him... Brent had no idea what his mind was trying to get at here. So he'd just proven whoever the hell this was had technically just caused herself to be glaring? Brent almost rolled his eyes at himself. Really, he was worried about himself sometimes for coming up with the dumbest shit imaginable.
Clearly unimpressed as the girl tested Brent's patience further, he raised a dark eyebrow. "Real nice one, aren't yah?" the Gryffindor muttered with a roll of his brown eyes. Slytherins seriously were all the same: inconsiderate, rude and mouthy. Maybe that was Brent in a nutshell too though, just in a slightly different way. This girl really was the typical Snake stereotype though with her blonde hair, pretty face and sour expression. They were all the same. At least the other houses had more diversity.
When the girl apologised, it greatly surprised Brent. The last thing he'd been expecting was an apology; from a Slytherin as well. This was something new. "Thanks, I guess." he sighed, casting a glance over in her direction and letting his thoughts slip out before he could stop himself, "You look like something's bothering you."
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Post by alice on Jul 5, 2012 21:58:05 GMT -5
Alice continued to glare at him with his comment, pursing her lips. "I'm terribly nice, haven't you noticed?" She remarked sarcastically, looking away from him again. She was not in the mood to put up with this stupid Gryffindor who was probably just like his daddy and had a bad attitude towards Slytherins. Of course, that's how most Slytherins were in the first place, with a bad attitude towards anyone in general. Well, that was how you got into Slytherin wasn't it? The Sorting Hat basically said 'oh you're a brat? Slytherin. Oh you're evil? Slytherin. Oh you've got lots of money, no heart, and shity parents? Hm....SLYTHERIN!' or at least that's what it seemed to have done to her. She would've actually liked to be in Ravenclaw, she thought she was smart enough sometimes, if she chose to do the work.
Closing her eyes when the boy started making conversation, she went through every possible option, consequence, and comeback in her head of telling this guy off or chat with him. She went for a mix of both. "What would you care?" Finally looking over at him, she sighed and gave a pout that said 'Yes, something is bothering me and I'm throwing a tamper tantrum'. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, licking her lips. Great, now I'm going to fall into pieces in front of an effing Gryffindor. That'll be the talk of their parties.
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