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Post by devon on Dec 4, 2011 20:06:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MRS. POTTER DONT CRY, HEY MRS. POTTER I KNOW WHY The Words: laziness at its best The Outfit: school uniform. The Notes yay for them <3
Sitting down in the Hufflepuff common room, Devent couldn't help but look at what he'd done to Persephone. He broke off even the hope of them getting back together with a few simple words, for what? She probably wouldn't understand it to begin with. All the stuff that she didn't know about him, and he didn't have the heart to tell her because he just... couldn't. If she knew that he's been hiding his life from her? Well, suppose it would have ended worse. Instead he just lied more, broke her heart instead of trying to make it work. Whatever, maybe it was a sign that he couldn't trust her. He wasn't mature enough to date her if he couldn't even express any sort of rational thought about the situation. He sighed suddenly nostalgic about the whole situation and figured he'd just go to the library to ... read. Slipping his bag over his shoulder he stood, unaware completely of his surroundings and nearly ran into about a million people just trying to leave the crowded common room. Surely there was a better thing they could be doing than sitting around in the passage... he thought grumpily, pushing through and heading to the Library to find a book to distract him, though reading wasn't something high on his list, in any way. He'd rather write, which was actually another alternative to this whole day. Write it down, it was the only way your mind could have a break because it 'll always be there, and your brain is so reassured it forgets whatever it was that you put to the paper. Unfortunately this didn't work on all things, and Devent truly hoped that he wouldn't completely forget about his past and especially not about Persephone, or any other girls he's sort of dated because they weren't regrets, but he needed to enough to stop hurting every time he saw them with someone else.
Alas, his social life was hardly the matter, his cold exterior seemed to be depleting, or at least- so he thought. The guy was a bit more reserved until spoken too, Devent was just happy he didn't scare nearly everyone with a sudden snap or hostile notion. Stepping into the glorious place of a library, Dev headed to the back and seated himself at a side-table, closing his eyes momentarily before he began digging around in his bag for anything to entertain him. Why he would come here? who knows? but maybe he should use this time to study, after all-this year is a rather important one. He kicked his feet back and rested his head on the back, closing his eyes again, feeling himself drifting, drifting to sleep. However--- a sudden drop of a book from in the library made him wake with a start. He opened his eyes searching madly, his heart racing at the fear... before connecting again that he was a complete idiot and grudgingly opened his potions book.
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Post by cordelia on Dec 5, 2011 23:00:10 GMT -5
 Cordelia was doing everything that she went against: studying. She hated studying or just doing her homework in general. She just copied off of people as she used her sweet and charming personality on them. Scoffing at this thought, Cordelia lived with a bunch of Hufflepuffs, of course it was going to be easy to just say she was busy with Quidditch and didn't have time to actually do her homework. Well...her parents found out about her declining grades. Rolling her eyes at the letter she recieved, Cordelia was forced to go to the library to think in silence. She was thinking about isolating herself since she knew that she would find an excuse to distract herself and not do any of the pile she had in her book bag. She was also wearing her school uniform which was the most uncomfortable outfit she owned. The knee high socks always felt too tight against her muscled calves, she was never a fan of skirts, the sweater vest always seemed to be a bit itchy and the tie. Cordelia didn't even want to get started on the tie. How men did it, Cordelia never knew. She had only mastered the tie in the beginning of her sixth year. Six years of attempting to tie a tie and failing. Her long hair fell across her shoulders, the only part of Cordelia that she truly liked about how she looked right now.
Arriving to the library after being lost for a few minutes or so, Cordelia entered and tried to hold back a cough. Clearing her throat, Cordelia remembered why she didn't like the library: the musty smell. "Smells like learning." Cordelia muttered under her breath with a look of distaste on her face. Picking a table, Cordelia threw her bag onto the table, getting some looks from being "too loud". Closing her eyes and trying not to give them the finger, Cordelia just pulled out her Charms notes and a long piece of parchment. Rubbing her forehead, she was trying to remember what they were even learning. Letting her head fall to the table, Cordelia hid under her mop of blonde hair. Why was she even trying? Because you need to stay on the Quidditch team. Groaning softly, Cordelia lifted her head up to actually try. If she could be determined in Quidditch, she just had to apply it to her school work. Sighing, Cordelia got one look and her eyes widened. There he was! Looking up to the ceiling, Cordelia raised her hands in thanks. Mouthing, 'thank merlin!', she now found her distraction. It was the super hot boy - no, he was a man - from Hufflepuff that was a year older. Obviously she knew who he was, but she was still completely head over heels for him. All she needed to do was actually talk to him and everything would be perfect!
Resting her elbow on the book that was open, Cordelia couldn't help but stare at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping. All Cordelia could image was him in his pajamas and - the book slipped underneath Cordelia's elbow, falling to the floor noisily. Cordelia fell forward slightly, catching herself before her face smacked into the wooden surface. Leaving the book where it lay on the ground, Cordelia tried to act busy like she hadn't just done it. Her hair covered up most of her face as she looked down at the piece of blank parchment, hoping that her face wasn't red as a tomato. It never really reached that color, but she had grown skittish around certain males and couldn't help the blood rushing to her face. When she figured it was clear to pick up the fallen book, Cordelia took a quick peek at Devent in front of her who was back to reading his book. Sighing, Cordelia reached for the book again. Opening the book back to its spot again, Cordelia tried to concentrate.
After reading the same line five times, Cordelia gave up. She resorted to staring at her eye candy again. Trying to see what book he was reading, Cordelia leaned to her right, trying stare at the cover of the book. Cordelia really needed some reading glasses or something. She had such bad eyesight when it came to reading. Why couldn't her Quidditch skills apply to her school life? Cordelia leaned over just a bit too far and fell out of her chair. Landing on her hands and hip, Cordelia quickly scrabbled to a standing position. Where was that ponytail when she needed it? Her neck was growing ever so hot and it bothered Cordelia way too much. Great, now she looked like the klutz. Looking over to Devent, she slowly sat down, trying to regain her grace back. Licking her lips in anxiety, Cordelia slowly turned the page, trying to play off the clumsy moment she just had. She barely breathed, too embarrassed to think about anything but what she might've looked like when she fell.
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Post by devon on Dec 11, 2011 10:40:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MRS. POTTER DONT CRY, HEY MRS. POTTER I KNOW WHY The Words: laziness at its best The Outfit: school uniform. The Notes yay for them <3
Falling asleep, waking up startled and then feeling like an idiot with people probably seeing him dozing off and who knows he could've even been drooling!! he pouted slightly and hid behind his text book as if to push away the world and the stares he undoubtedly felt. Yes, Yes, the show's over now, he's stopped being a complete idiot. Why did life have to be so unconditionally complicated? He leaned back in his chair to peer around his book and see if anyone was still staring. He caught nobody's eye and set the book down. What a show he probably was, doing all these ridiculous stunts. He felt his chest catch a chill as though it didn't matter regardless what people thought, after all, he is his own person, and broken. Very broken, he was relieved that people were forgetting. Those who remember and know of his sister still looked at him like hew as fragile, but she is now being forgotten, and as much as that hurts him, he is almost relieved, which pains him further. how can he be so numb when it came to this, his life. Sighing he set his head down again only this time to hear a rather echoing thud. Sitting up straighter he followed the sound to its origin and found a girl sprawled on the floor. He was about to stand up and see if she was alright, when she got up and back into her chair. He watched her for a second, something tugging him to go and see if he could do something. Darn compassion, here he was in his own pity party and then someone so rudely interrupted him. ha, he needed a change of scenery. Glancing over again, he noticed she was looking down and he pursed his lips, now or never. He stood quietly and was almost shocked when he took in her full appearance. She was stunning. more than that. He blinked a few times and walked down another aisle, chickening out. She definitely didn't look like she was too hurt, in fact she looked perfect...ly fine. yeah, that. He had to know her name, why wasn't it coming to him? Persephone's face suddenly came to mind and he pushed it away with all his might. They were over, he ruined that... Gathering his lion courage he walked over to her table, cleared his throat, and stood awkwardly, "hey." He greeted, giving her a smile. "I noticed you fell," Devent pointed to where he was sitting and sort of gave an awkward series of hand gestures to show her exactly what happened, kicking himself all the while, and continued speaking, "and I just wanted to know if you were alright." He spoke rushed but figured she got the gist. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited for her response. How much more awkward could one possilby get?
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