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[Oct. 8th, 2004|12:24 am]
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The walk home from Hogsmeade was silent and tense, and Cho clung to Roger's hand. They made their way into the castle, up and down corridors and flights of stairs before reaching Cho's Head Girl quarters. After the girl had uttered the password that allowed both of them through the portrait hole, she turned to face her lover. "Well?"
Roger's fingers twitched: he still wanted to hold her hand in his, to reassure himself that she was okay and at his side. "You're going to have to tell me where to start. If you let me decide, I'll go on about why the bloody hell weren't you WITH someone at that place. What if we hadn't shown up? What if Moon hadn't been drunk off his arse?" He shut his mouth before he could go on. He didn't like this panic, this feeling on unease that was only just starting to go away. It unnerved him.
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[Oct. 4th, 2004|11:12 pm]
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"How can you remember all of this?" a black-haired boy, eyes full of exhaustion, stared at his female friend. "It's starting to hurt my head, and I haven't even started on Potions..."
She slightly shook her head, ignoring the impulse to roll her eyes. "This is why you study throughout the term, not in these last few weeks. If you do it in that manner, like you are supposed to do, it all makes sense as you actually learn it instead of memorizing it."
"I have studied it," Harry argued, before wilting a bit under her glare. "Probably not as hard as you..."
"Nor as long, nor with as much effort," Hermione reminded him. "Everything that is part of this problem is based off of the last chapter, but with only new and more difficult circumstances, which we were supposed to learn how to deal with in this past one."
Harry sighed, rubbing his temples and knocking his glasses slightly askew. "I'll learn it, really. I did all right on the last test... but I just have to review it a bit more, I guess."
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[Oct. 1st, 2004|06:32 pm]
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"So," a smiling young man in a pale blue Oxford and casual trousers stepped out of a cafe and addressed his female companion. "I hope you had a nice meal?"
Angelina followed him out and grinned. "Of course I did," she replied as she laced her fingers between his. "Did you?"
"Excellent," he answered, giving her hand a squeeze. Though his face betrayed none of it, he was slightly nervous and ill-at-ease. But he held her close and Apparated her away from the cafe where they'd dined, and when they reappeared, they were facing the sea. In the distance, the sun was setting-- the sky brilliant with splashes of rose and purple and gold shot with crimson streaks, and a brisk wind wafted in towards the shore, hitting their faces.
She unconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself close to him in the suddenly cool beach air. Her hair, loose (a rarity) whipped around her face. She reached up and brushed a few strands aside as they stared out into the ocean. Angie immediately recognized the spot.
"You liked it here last time," he said by way of explanation. "And it's warmer these days... I thought you might appreciate a break from hectic city life."
"I do," she murmured. "Shall we sit?"
"Yes," he smiled, and sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leaning his cheek against the top of her head.
Sighing, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. "Let's never come here with anyone else," ( The perfect endingCollapse ) |
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[Sep. 29th, 2004|01:13 am]
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Warm and comfortable. Pansy slipped from unconsciousness to realize that there was a warm blanket draped over her body, and a strong arm encircling her shoulders. Her cheek was pressed not to a pillow, but to soft skin.
She stretched languidly. A vague soreness revealed itself at the same time her back creaked ever so slightly, the byproduct of spending so many days and nights hunched in an uncomfortable chair at the medical facility. The soreness, however ...
She and Miles ... !! Pansy felt her face flush furiously, even as a ridiculous grin tugged at her lips.
Miles felt a slight movement next to him, tugging him out of sleep, and opened his eyes at the soft rustle of shifting fabric. Hazy green eyes opened to gaze into brilliant blue. Pansy lay next to him, drowsy-looking and rosy-cheeked, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. He felt his own curving upwards even as he pulled her back into his embrace under the covers.
"Did you sleep well?" Pansy inquired, murmuring. "With someone else .. here, I mean."
"Beautifully," he replied, pressing his lips to the bare, creamy shoulder closest to him. "Yourself?"
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[Sep. 27th, 2004|09:37 pm]
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Breathe.
Pansy took a sip of the plum wine at hand, trying to will herself to be calm. It was rather a Herculean effort, she thought; in the past three days she'd traveled halfway around the world, sat by a hospital cot and suffered the full range of despair and happiness. Sitting in front of this young man and making pleasant conversation should have come naturally.
Instead, she was fumbling her way through. She scowled as a bit of chicken dropped from the pair of chopsticks held awkwardly in hand. Closing her eyes, she murmured, "This is ridiculous," to her dining companion.
She wasn't sure if she meant just the chopsticks.
He glanced at her face, then at the piece of food she dropped. Reaching forward, he picked up the chicken with his own pair of chopsticks and brought it to her lips. "You'll get the hang of it," he told her in a comforting voice.
She tried to summon a smirk, but couldn't be sure that it hadn't turned into a grimace instead. "I certainly hope so," she murmured before accepting the bite he offered.
"I'm sure you will," he said evenly. "Enjoying the country so far, by the way?"
"What I've seen of it," she answered honestly. "Which is to say, I haven't seen much."
He nodded slowly. "I'll have to take some time and give you a tour of the area someday."
Her eyes cast downward for just a moment. "Perhaps if I get to make another visit."
"I wasn't expecting you to make this one," he told her honestly, staring into her face. It had been quite a shock for him to wake up in the hospital... and to find her seated by his cot. Though he hadn't had much time to ponder the surprise before she noticed that he was awake.
"Something we have in common, then," she murmured, a little smile finally tugging at one corner of her mouth.
"Not that I don't appreciate it, of course," he continued, serving her some more of the chicken. "It's a welcome sight to see when one feels as though one had been used for Bludger practice."
The smile faded. "Richardson," she said pointedly before accepting more chicken, "is an idiot."
"Astute observation," he chuckled. "He seemed rather taken, well... before all this... with my 'pretty girlfriend' who 'keeps me in a good mood'."
"And then his idiocy landed you in hospital on the other side of the world. If he should think that this will keep him in my good graces," she began, then shook her head. "Flattering comments will not help him."
"Fine by me," Miles chuckled. "Though with your wrath looming over his head, perhaps he should STAY in the relative 'safety' of the hospital if he wishes to remain alive."
"At least until I --" she paused a moment. "Until I return to school."
He nodded, his expression somewhat more sober. "Are you missing much in the way of classes by being here?" he inquired softly.
"A couple days. I can make it up." She watched his face for a moment. "If it was NEWT year, I'd be buggered."
He nodded. "Indeed," he agreed. "I suppose that if I were any sort of 'good influence', I'd tell you to go back to school as soon as possible. But..." he paused and took a slow sip of wine. "I'm not."
Pansy traced the rim of her wineglass with one finger. "If I go back tomorrow, I should make it back in time for Monday classes," she said quietly.
"It's up to you... though I won't keep you TOO long," he told her carefully. Just for a bit. Not too long that he'd not be able to let go of her.
She graced him with a smile devoid of snark before taking another sip of wine. Staying .. as much as she wished she could, as much as she missed him .. was not an option. Unless she wanted to be just another sop-minded debutante in a white dress, and she had long decided that her destiny lay elsewhere.
They finished the meal in a sort of preoccupied but companionable silence, and he stood up, holding out his hand. "Shall we go?"
"I think so," she murmured, taking his hand before rising also.
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[Sep. 27th, 2004|12:42 pm]
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Ever since the close call that she and Pansy had had a mere two weeks ago in Hog's Head, the pub in question had been made off-limits by school rules, and visitors from Hogwarts to the wizarding village were to remain in other places.
Cho's job this week was merely to make sure, towards the end of the visit, that the visiting students had abided by the rule.
The Ravenclaw Head Girl made her quiet, solitary way into the darkened pub, her cloak drawn close around her and her face pensive. Last time, she hadn't been alone.
But Pansy was in China, gone to be with the young man she loved... Cho shivered slightly as she paused at the door of the pub. In the event that she would face off with a Death Eater, her chances of survival weren't very good.
She edged inside the establishment and made her way towards the bar, asking the bearded bartender very quietly if any Hogwarts students had entered that day. The man replied that he didn't recall, and Cho nodded, deciding to wait for only a few minutes to make sure that no one from school was present before she would return to Hogwarts. She requested a small mug of butterbeer.
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[Sep. 26th, 2004|11:17 pm]
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It had been thirty-eight hours since Pansy had walked into the Unknown Curses wing of the magical hospital where Miles had been brought after his idiot of a partner had unleashed the ages-old wrath of Quan Shi.. Emperor Mouldy the Third, she thought bitterly. Thirty-eight hours without a meal that wasn't hospital food of dubious quality, or without a full night's rest somewhere horizontal. She was keeping awake with cold water and the occasional walk down to the end of the ward and back, but even these methods were failing.
She set her cup down on the small side table under the window next to the cot where he lay. His countenance was no longer as frighteningly pale and still as it had been the moment she'd first walked into the ward. Granted, he was still as pale and still as he had been, but it wasn't as shocking anymore. The mediwizards, in their broken English, were still positive that he would make a full recovery if only given enough time.
It was approaching four in the afternoon, and in another hour, Miles was scheduled to be checked up on by the medical authorities. Through the plain drapes, a few shafts of sunshine shown in, illuminating the still young man on the bed, his hands clasped over his chest.
She brushed her fingers over his forehead and cheeks, murmuring a quiet admonition to wake up, already. There was no sign of returning awareness, however, and she gave his hands a gentle squeeze before she settled back into the chair by his cot. Pulling her legs up in front of her and resting her feet on the seatcushion, she tucked her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them. It wasn't a comfortable position by any means, and yet she'd been awake so long that she could not stop her eyelids from fluttering closed and her mind from slipping into unconsciousness ( .. just for a moment ..Collapse ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2004|06:24 pm]
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"Damn!" Mandy swore under her breath upon receiving her quiz from her Muggle Studies professor.To most the grade on it wouldn't seem bad. But an over achiever, Mandy was frustrated. Her mark barely registered as "acceptable" not near her usual string of "Oustandings" and "Exceeds Expectations." Though she hated to admit it, Muggle Studies was by far her worst class, yet it was the one she knew she couldn't give up. Not for her NEWT level courses next year.
Jasmine smiled at her own "Exceeds Expectations" score and shrugged. She knew she could've done better, but lately her mind certainly wasn't on her studies as they should've been. She heard the oath from behind her and gave the Ravenclaw a sympathetic smile. "That good, huh?"
She frowned and held up her "Acceptable" for Jasmine Dorny to see. "Impressive, right?"
"It's not a 'Poor'," Jasmine said with a small grin.
The brunette paled at the thought. Never in her life had she gotten a 'Poor,' though it seemed she was well on her way. "I just don't understand why I am such a twit when it comes to this," she muttered under her breath.
Jasmine frowned. "I don't think it's that dire, Mandy."
She pointed to Jasmine's "Exceeds Expectations." "I want to do well," she said simply. An understatement. School... classes... creative thought and reasoning were all the things Mandy was good at, and not much else. It was hard not to blow something this simple out of proportion.
"But I don't think it's fair to call yourself a twit at it," Jasmine said kindly. "What exactly is the problem?"
"I don't even know. It's just grasping certain concepts... Some of the cultural divisions in the Muggle world." She frowned. "I don't know what the matter is, maybe I just need to do more revision."
"Revision? It was a quiz!"
Mandy sighed but half-smiled. "As in studying."
Jasmine blushed and chuckled. "I knew that . . ."
"Well," Mandy piped up after a long moment of silence, "I'm open to suggestion?"
Jasmine looked up at the ceiling in thought. "What about a tutor? You know, someone who could help you with that?"
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[Sep. 25th, 2004|10:27 pm]
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"Calm down damnit," hissed Angelina to no one as she studied her reflection in the mirror and once again undid her hair having botched the spell. It was her third attempt and her last. Now, instead of trying to manipulate it into elegant, she brushed it back neatly and twisted it into a simple bun, hands shaking ever-so-slightly all the while. She didn't want to look too casual . . . after all, this was the first time she'd ever meet Solan's parents. She was determined to make a good impression.
Though she was on time, she was completely nervous and felt late. She'd gone through her entire closet (the evidence of which was the mess of clothes strewn about her bed and the floor) and had finally settled on a simple, modest black dress that ended at her knees.
Solan arrived precisely on time, and knocked softly on the door to her flat. In truth, he was somewhat apprehensive himself-- he had not communicated, really, with his family in a very long time.
But it would be entirely TOO unseemly to miss his father's 50th birthday.
She jumped slightly at the sound of gentle knocking on her door. The young woman took another moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, checking for imperfections. Naturally, she was dissatisfied, but there was no changing now. So instead, Angelina picked her clutch off her bed and went to the door.
Solan was standing at the other side of the door, in dark dress robes. As usual, he brought her flowers-- this time, fragrant, milky-white gardenias. He gave her a small smile when he saw her. "You look beautiful."
She returned the smile, but her nerves were obvious, there was no hiding it. "I just hope I don't make a fool of myself . . ." she murmured, kissing his cheek and turning to put the flowers in water before they left.
"It doesn't matter... and I don't think you'll make a fool of yourself," he told her, putting an arm around her waist and giving her a gentle squeeze.
Sighing, Angie turned to face him. "I just hope they like me."
He nodded, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "They'd be fools not to."
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment while she exhaled and tried to slow the butterflies in her stomach. She looked up at him again and gave a weak smile, holding her purse tight. "So then . . . shall we?"
"Yes, let's," he took her hand in his and kissed the knuckle lightly as he led her out of the flat. The portkey, shaped like a porcelain teacup with a broken handle, was placed by one of the street lamps. He picked it up, and then they were gone.
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[Sep. 24th, 2004|08:18 pm]
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Lisa laughed as they stepped through the courtyard into the castle.
"So when is this date?" Jasmine asked once inside the Entrance Hall.
"A few weeks." She opened her mouth to continue but noticed a rather familiar face emerge from a classroom nearby. A mischevious grin appeared on her face.
"Then why in the world are you buying an outfit now?" Jasmine asked with a laugh, not realizing the true meaning of Lisa's grin. ( Terry and Jasmine go a-walkin'Collapse ) |
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