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Post by dorcas on Feb 4, 2010 15:16:28 GMT 1
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Ah, one of the most pointless celebrations known to man. The day Guy Fawkes along with one of Rookwood's relatives and eleven others, tried to blow up the houses of Parliament. Well, history hadn't moved on much really, but did anyone really expect it to? There'd always be someone that wanted to kill someone else for power or to be right. Never mind, Dorcas didn't really care. It was just a good night to watch a bonfire and some pretty fireworks. Who knew, maybe if it was cold enough, she could cuddle up with a nice guy, even if it wasn't cold enough, she could still cuddle up to a nice guy. Maybe Adrian if he was around, though she'd not talked to him since she'd kissed him at the Hallowe'en party. Just a small kiss but it made things a little awkward for Dorcas which was strange, because usually things didn't make things awkward for her.
Pulling her cloak close to her as she left the castle, Dorcas could barely see a thing. It was another one of those nights where the teachers were allowing them to be out after curfew, this included all years this time. First through to seventh. Dorcas enjoyed this sort of thing. She didn't socialise much, but she enjoyed the atmosphere that developed watching the flames consume the fake Guy Fawkes on top of the bonfire and then to top it off, there were toffee apples, soft drinks, hot drinks, a barbeque going and then fireworks to finish the night off. If Dorcas had to pick a night that was her favourite year after year, this would probably be it.
Walking down the hill with a mass of people Dorcas sort of moved over to the edge, walking down over the hill on the grass, not bothering to stick to the footpath which probably wasn't a great idea because she wasn't exactly the most co-ordinated of people, but she did have her black welly boots on. They even had a bit of a heel to them, Dorcas loved them and they were perfect for tonight, though she wished she'd brought a coat with her because it was bloody freezing. The sky was clear of clouds but that just made everything worse, space was freezing them all to death this way. Ugh, she'd have to find a guy to watch all this with but she would not be taking their coats. She hated chivalry, to a certain extent that was.
Slipping just at the foot of the hill, dorcas cursed loudly and felt her arse. Great, from all the rain early that morning the grass was pretty much all mud and now, so was her arse. Never mind though, she wiped her hand on the side of her leg and would just leave the mud where it was, unless someone was good enough to charm it off for her, but she probably wouldn't be confident enough that the person wouldn't charm her arse away, unless it was a Professor of course, but then what would a Professor be doing staring at her muddy, perfectly formed arse? If it was one of the cute Professor's, she wouldn't care. But Flitwick? Dumbledore? Slughorn. Ewww! Don't even go there psyche!
Walking to the edge of the lake was going to be a no no, it always got packed down there and Dorcas didn't like it, not for tonight, she took a spot a bit further back near a tree. She conjured a blanket and laid it on the ground. She sat her mud covered arse on the ground and could see the massive bonfire. Dorcas had no idea how high it was or how wide, all she knew was that it was fucking massive, and she could only just spot the guy sat on the top. The smell of hot dogs filled the air along with burgers and onions. Dorcas had the feeling tonight was going to be a calm and nice night for all.
Guy, guy, guy
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die
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Post by monoceros on Feb 4, 2010 15:49:06 GMT 1
A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,
Monnie usually didn't like to go out much, she preferred to stay in and read or study, but with that ever appealing promise of a flat being hung over her head like a dead rat to a hippogriff, Monnie had no option to 'socialise' more at Hogwarts, not to mention out of it, so she'd gone to the Hallowe'en party and now she was going to go to Bonfire Night. She'd wrapped herself up warm, clothes, thermal vest, gloves, hat, scarf, the works. She didn't want to freeze to death. She'd even put on thick tights to keep her legs warm under her trousers but she didn't expect any of this to work. For once, she might actually be at the centre of things, in the thick of it all, right at the front, standing as close to the bonfire as was possible without getting burnt to death. Merlin Monnie needed the warmth right now, she was stick thin, stressing about her mother and school and not eating properly. She had no meat on her. She was a walking skeleton practically.
To Monnie, Bonfire night itself didn't mean a whole lot to her, but she loved the history it was draped in. Catholics and Protestants. Merlin Christina's could be foolish, at least they'd all sort of got past that. Sort of. Yeah there were still heaps of issues, but at least they were getting over them. Sort of. This had all happened in 1605 and still it was remembered and thrust into a nations face, though Monnie doubted many people knew more about tonight than just the extent of a bonfire, fireworks and a good night up, but if you did your research, it was really quite interesting, even if the majority of it was to do with Muggles, though wizards were definitely involved. None of her ancestors, but a few Slytherins had relatives that had tried to assassinate King James the first.
Walking down to the lake, Monnie noticed Dorcas Meadowes slip. Monnie couldn't help herself but smirk. Some people were so careless, but maybe Monnie should have taken a leaf out of Dorcas' book and worn wellington boots. They would keep her warmer and she'd not worry too much where she was treading, unlike now. She was just wearing her regular shoes and they weren't the best things to wear when you were walking on slippery mud, but never mind, Monnie just stayed silent and took her place in the crowd of people hoping that the warmth from the bonfire would keep her warm, plus, how could hr mother accuse her of not socialising when she was in the thick of people? True she wasn't making conversation, but she didn't know anyone and she didn't want to be talking to a half-blood or mud-bloods. After Rita Skeeter's last couple of little gossip pages found their way back to her mother, she'd thrown a fit. Monnie had to explain that she really was talking Prefect duties with Lupin and that the thing in the Great Hall was nothing, she was just donating books to charity, keeping up the good name of 'Dolohov'. Her mother seemed suspicious but had demanded that Monnie make more of an effort and so Monnie was intending to do just that. At least for now anyway.
What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!
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Post by adrian on Feb 11, 2010 7:38:38 GMT 1
Adrian was already in a bad mood, and he wasn't even close to the lake yet. He had just walked out of the castle and was surprised by how dark it was. Sure, it was fall, but it was obvious that winter would be on its way soon. The air was getting colder every day now, and it probably wouldn't be long before it would be unsafe for anyone to go outside, because snowball fights would be going on everywhere. But this particular night wasn't too bad; it wasn't raining, and it was still warm enough to be outside without having to wear a thick coat, although his decision to put on his Slytherin green scarf on had not been a bad one.
It might not be raining on that night, but, based on how muddy the hills were, it was obvious that it had the night before. That's why Adrian decided to actually walk on the path for once. It might take a bit more time, but was sure that if he was to slip and fall he'd end up taking it out on whoever was walking nearby him. First and second years kept running past him to get to the lake as fast as possible, eager to see the bonfire and whatever other things they had down there. Adrian was not in a hurry. He was actually walking a lot slower than he normally did.
He didn't like going to events like this one, and because of that he usually stayed away. But on that night one of his friends had made plans with some girl that night, and requested to have the whole room for himself, until sometime late. So Adrian figured he'd just stay in the common room, but that turned out to be a not so good idea. As soon as he'd stepped into the room he had seen a person with long black hair sitting in one of the armchairs. He only saw the back of her head, so he couldn't be sure, but he'd thought that it looked a lot like Dorcas. Dorcas, who had kissed him only a few days ago.
Dorcas and him hadn't talked since the night of the party. Adrian remembered waking up that morning and feeling that his face was kind of wet. It wasn't long before he'd realized that it was drool coming from Dorcas' mouth. Her face was less than an inch from his, and her arms were wrapped around his body. The smell of alcohol mixed with morning breath was overwhelming, and he needed to get away. He managed to get her arms off him and leave the dormitory without waking her up. They'd had two practices since that, and he had managed to avoid talking to her during both of them.
So, if it meant that he'd avoid an awkward talk with Dorcas, he was willing to go to this thing. He had never been much for social gatherings, but the bonfire itself was always alright, so he'd probably just sit somewhere a bit away from it and work on his potions essay. Looking for a secluded spot, he was surprised by how many people were there. It seemed like most of the 6th and 7th years kind of keeping to themselves in the back while the younger students were down by the lake, eagerly waiting for the fireworks. He was already annoyed by them.
He noticed a tree no one was sitting by and walked over to it. Normally, he would just sit on the grass, but since the ground was so muddy today he decided to conjure a blanket. Placing it by the tree, he sat down and flicked his wand again so that a piece of parchment and a pen appeared. The fire would provide him with plenty of light. Glancing around again, he saw a couple of Gryffindors to his right, a boy and a girl, snogging. Rolling his eyes, he looked to his left and dropped his pen. Dorcas was sitting what looked like a bit more than 10 feet away from him, leaning against a different tree.
How could he not have seen her there? He had obviously picked the worst spot. There was no way she wasn't going to notice him (probably pretty soon), and then he would have to deal with what he had come there to avoid. Quickly looking away, he picked up his pen again and stared down at his parchment. Maybe she wouldn't see him. Was that even possible? It was sort of dark, wasn't it? Maybe if he just kept his eyes on his parchment she wouldn't recognize him and then everything would be fine. He had no idea of why he was acting like this, when he was so used to situations like this one. All he knew was that Dorcas Meadowes was not a person he wanted to talk to right then.
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Post by Remus John Lupin on Feb 11, 2010 12:20:53 GMT 1
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Will you please to give us a fagot Remus didn't quite see the point of celebrating this silly thing either, but had gone outside all the same. Why not, after all? It was chilly, but not raining, and tonight was a new moon - a splendid night to enjoy being outside. Also, and Remus wouldn't admit it, because it was more like Peter's sort of thing, Remus rather liked toffee apples, so well.. there you have it. (Also, the meat on the barbecue was rather appealing to him, but as it was new moon, Remus knew he would be able to resist the temptation.) Yet another reason to go.. to keep an eye on his friends. Sirius and he still weren't really being friendly towards another, so Remus had had no chance of trying to find out if he was plotting something to cause general chaos. Don't get him wrong, he generally liked Sirius' pranks, they were inventive and refreshing, but when Sirius was in a bad mood, he could be rather reckless and it would do no one any good if the infirmary would be filled with burn victims before the night was over. For now, he forgot about that, though, walking amongst the other students, towards the place where the great bonfire would be. He didn't want to sit all up front, as he wasn't cold easily, but not at the back, either, really, so he found himself a pleasant spot somewhere halfway. He wondered who else would be coming to see it tonight, his keen eyes scanning the crowd for perhaps a sign of Sirius and James, or Peter, perhaps even Saige. Remus spotted Monoceros, but made no attempt to draw her attention to him, he'd caused enough trouble for her, already. Speaking of trouble.. Remus glanced around to try and find Rita, if she was there. If she was.. he might just hex her to make sure she'd spend the night in the hospital wing. It would serve her right and would probably make whole lot of students feel more at ease - if not now, probably by the time the next gossip page was published.. He couldn't find her, though, and just sat down on the old blanket he'd brought. Sure, he didn't get cold easily, but he wasn't in the mood to walk back to school in a few hours with his trousers drenched in mud - that would be incredibly uncomfortable.. If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
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Post by dorcas on Feb 12, 2010 4:08:32 GMT 1
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
The night sky was growing darker and things were starting to get more tense, but in a good way. Students were looking forward to the lighting of the bonfire and teachers were looking forward to getting it over with. Dorcas was just happy to be relaxing around everyone and content to just watch and enjoy the show from a distance. She remembered when she used to sit on her dad's shoulders and watch everything. She was always mesmerised by the beautiful fireworks and the glow of the bonfire. It was just something strange, a sort of calm that just washed over her and she realised how good she had it and how happy she was to be alive to witness everything. The glowing colours, the excitement, the food and drink. Everything was just so . . . normal but at the same time special.
People kept arriving and shifting places, finding their friends and building up the excitement more between them. The prospect of a late night was fin for the younger students and meant that they'd actually get a taste of what was to come when they were old enough to go wherever they wanted at whatever time they wanted. Of course there was a curfew for all students but everyone knew the older years didn't really stick to it, seventh years in particular. Sometimes they were seen down the pub, and if you ever ran into a Professor down there . . . well, you'd loose a few points, that was for sure, but depending on the professor depended on whether you could stay and have a drink or if you got your arse sent right back up to the school and a detention for the next few weeks.
Standing up, Dorcas walked straight past Adrian, not paying much attention to him or anyone else apart from Professor Dumbledore as he announced the lighting of the bonfire and then used his wand to start it all off. Cheers erupted from the students as the flames took hold of the scrap wood that made up the giant bonfire. Dorcas wasn't really one for cheering, at least not while she was sober anyway so she just carried on toward the tent, grabbing a sausage in a piece of bread, adding some onions and tomato sauce, then grabbing a bottle of water. She was feeling a little peckish because she hadn't had much tea. She'd sort of scarpered when she'd seen Adrian coming. She even went the long way, going to the top of the table and all way around them and coming down between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff ones at a crouch so he wouldn't see her. She was trying to avoid talking to him and if she could, avoid looking at him, even though he was ridiculously handsome.
Walking back to her spot, Dorcas wasn't paying much attention to anything except the roaring bonfire. She walked and watched it as the flames leapt up and eventually reached guy, once more there was a massive cheer from the students and Dorcas laughed a little, remembering how she'd used to cheer when she was little. Watching the bonfire though and reminiscing about the olden days, Dorcas stopped paying attention to where she was walking and headed right into Adrian, treading on his foot and falling to the ground. He was the last person she wanted to see and the last person she'd ever want to bump into, well, fall over.
"Oh crap." She said quickly, having landed on her stomach, temporarily winding herself a little. "Sorry." She mumbled, trying to catch her breath at the same time as rolling onto her back and trying to stand, getting her feet tangled in his blanket. Dorcas really wanted to walk off, but she knew she couldn't just fall over him without so much as a 'hello' sure she wanted to avoid him, but it was a bit late now, and besides, just walking off and pretending he didn't exist wasn't really her style when she liked a guy as much as she liked Adrian. Even if he was a prick at times and they did yell at one another and they did really hate each other's guts, but at Hallowe'en one thing had led to another, Dorcas had got wasted and pulled down off the bar by him and then . . . .blank. She didn't know what happened next. The next morning she'd woken up in Adrian's bed to find him not there. She knew she'd not done anything because her panties were still on and so was her dress, the only thing she'd taken off, quite smartly too for a drunk Dorcas, were her shoes.
"Hey, uh, Adrian." She quickly smiled but it was gone just as fast as it came. She managed to eventually stand, pushing her hair back off her face, trying to look casual but she also tried avoided looking at him directly, she just stared a little too long at her little sausage and bread that she'd thankfully, not gotten dirty in the little tumble. "Sorry for bumping into you, I was watching the bonfire, should have been watching where I was going." Dorcas vaguely remembered waking up on a wet pillow with her jaw wide open. She'd been woken up by her own snoring, though if that hadn't done the trick, laying in a pool of her own saliva would have. She wasn't a good looking sleeper, that was for sure. She was really quite unlady-like. Probably something she should work on, maybe wire her jaw shut. Nah, then she'd probably choke on her own spittle.
"I'll just uh-" Dorcas pointed to her little spot under the other tree sort of close by. Had he been there when she had been sat there? Was he trying to be close to her? If so then why didn't he just come up to her? Was he shy? Merlin knew. "See ya." She mumbled, heading back to her place underneath the other tree. Merlin she'd failed then. She had made things far too awkward. What if Adrian had wanted her to stay? Then what? And why in the hell was she acting like some shy little sissy? Dorcas was never like that around guys, she knew she must have really felt something for Adrian because she didn't want to make even more of an idiot of herself in front of him, yeah, well that hadn't exactly gone to plan now had it?
Guy, guy, guy
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die
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Post by waldemar on Feb 18, 2010 9:44:44 GMT 1
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Comments: Company-yezplz?! [And.. bleh, short >.<] Of course, Guy Fawkes Night meant even less to Waldemar than it did to some other students. He wasn't even British and politics had never interested him much, so why would he bother showing up? Well.. he'd figured that doing these sorts of activities would make him blend in more and perhaps make some friends. Besides.. Waldemar loved the night time, especially when the moon and stars were out, and on top of all that the bonfire would be held next to the lake - why wouldn't he go? So here he was, wrapped in his coat but without gloves or a scarf - he was from Finland, where it sometimes got up to twenty degrees below celsius in winter: he could stand a little cold. He looked around in order to find the faces of people he knew, but didn't spot anyone immediatly, so just walked on. If he wasn't going to meet anyone, he might as well sit close to the lake and just enjoy the fireworks and perhaps some warm food. He thought he could see Dorcas walking by, but refrained from calling out. He didn't want to focus attention on himself. He didn't want to seem desperate for friends. He'd only been here three days, you couldn't make friends that quickly, it was a gradual process. Glancing at the deep dark waters of the lake next to him, he looked at the reflection of the bonfire on the surface of the water and slightly smiled to himself, just enjoying the sound of water lapping at the shore, which, to him, was louder than the soft chatter of students around him. |
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Post by adrian on Feb 23, 2010 6:26:20 GMT 1
Adrian was doing his best to keep his eyes fixed on the piece of parchment. He assumed it would be less likely for her to see him if he wasn't looking at her, and if she did end up noticing him at least he could always pretend that he hadn't known she was there. He really wished that he had just stayed in the common room. It felt like it was too late to go back, because she would definitely notice him if he stood up. What if she wanted to talk to him? Adrian didn't really like that idea, because that would probably make her a clinger, and clingers were the worst.
However, he couldn't really see Dorcas as a clinger. It had seemed like they had both been trying to avoid each other ever since the Halloween party. Adrian shook his head. Something was wrong. He had absolutely no idea of what had gotten into him. Why did this whole thing bother him so much? He was not supposed to care. And yet he found himself thinking about Dorcas a lot more than he was used to. He still hated her, and had never met a more annoying Slytherin in his entire life, but then he would sometimes find himself wondering what she thought of him or just where she was.
His head turned quickly to his right because he had seen something move. Dorcas had stood up and was walking towards him. Adrian hurried to look back down, although it had to have been too late; there was no way she hadn't seen him looking at her. Staring at the blank parchment he waited to hear her say something, but soon realized that he wasn't going to hear anything. She had walked right past him. She hadn't seen him! Adrian's whole body filled with relief. He had successfully avoided a very awkward confrontation.
Smiling to himself, he felt himself finally relax. Now he would actually be able to start that stupid essay on the Draught of Peace, although he had no idea of how he was ever going to finish it. He would have to go to the library. Adrian let out a low groan at this thought; he really hated going to the library. At this point he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the girl walking towards him, and was completely caught by surprise when she stepped on him, yelling out loud as her heel dug into his foot. As she fell down he jumped up, infuriated.
"Watch where you're going!" He said angrily, but he regretted it as soon as she rolled around. He quickly bent down to help her get her feet untangled, wanting to say something now knowing that it was her, but the words didn't want to come out. He noticed that she looked just as surprised as he felt, so this definitely wasn't some weird, manipulative girl plan. Adrian stood back up and gave her a short nod when she said his name out loud. She then talked about being more careful or something, he wasn't sure as he was so busy thinking about what he should say.
And then, before he had had any chance to say anything, she had gone back to her spot under the tree only a few feet away. What?!? This was even worse than before, and he had absolutely no idea of what to do. All he knew was that he couldn't take this anymore, it was too much! He cleared his throat kind of loudly and then forced himself to look over at where she was sitting. "I always hated these little events." He said, clearing his throat again; there seemed to be something stuck in his throat. Deciding that trying to talk to her from where he was sitting was too weird, he got up and walked towards her tree. "Nobody cares about why we're here. They just want to see the fireworks."
Adrian felt slightly better now that he'd actually said something, his confidence seemed to be returning. He didn't really want to sit down, so he decided to lean against her tree, now watching the bonfire. It looked like some second years were trying to find out, who could get closest to it without getting burned, but a professor quickly put an end to that. "Even first years know how to send sparks into the air, don't they?" He continued, a small grin now on his face as the professor was yelling at the second years. "Oh, and you should probably try not to fall on me so much from now on, Meadowes." He added with a smirk. "People might think you're obsessed with me or something."
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Ella had not exactly been planning to go to the bonfire that night. She had already made it known that she was alive at the Halloween Party, at least that's what she would think due to the fact that she had ended up waking up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy in some Slytherin guy's bed. Her tiara was broken and her dress slightly ripped, all of which had originally upset her... but she got over it, because they were magical and could fix tiny things like that. It was just the principle of it.
But then, she had been rudely woken up by her roommate who had decided that it was absolutely necessary for Ella to go to the bonfire, and be social (to be fair, the blonde did go every year, under any circumstances). And so, she had climbed out of her bed after her random midday nap, after a tough practice, and pulled on whatever clothes she could find. That consisted of a pair of light pink sweatpants that said 'bite me' on the bag, a grey shirt that said free hugs, a red zip-up sweater that said free hugs, and random hot pink boots with polka dots on them. Ella knew she didn't match, but she couldn't be bothered to dress up for the bonfire. Not this time. She had gone all out on Halloween, after all... but at least she had worn a shirt and a zip-up sweater that had the same thing written on them, right?
Of course, her roommate had decided to leave by the time Ella had finished pulling on whatever she could find... leaving her to fend for herself again. Bitch, she thought, before looking over her appearance in the mirror. She looked... extremely lazy. However, she was simply tired and sore... and her hair... she had bed hair... The only part of her appearance that she absolutely and completely cared about was her hair. Sometimes she was a bit OCDish about it. If it wasn't parted in exactly a straight line, or if it stuck up, or anything, she would start trying to fix it. Other times, Ella just simply got bored or nervous and started playing with her hair.
She was not in class, however, so she was able to brush her hair and tie it up in a side ponytail (which wasn't really saying much, as it wasn't exactly high- tying it was merely for show). It took a few tries for her to get the bow absolutely perfect, even with her wand, which was why it was dark by the time she got outside. The feeling of the cold, and almost icy, breeze hitting her face woke Ella up almost completely. "It's fucking cold out." she muttered to nobody in particular, as almost everyone was out there by now.
There was mud almost everywhere, except the pathway. Ella had never been the type of girl who was afraid to get a bit dirty, but she wanted to take her time. The fire was visible all the way from the castle; it was a very beautiful sight. And she wanted to savor it alone, because being around other people made her facade extremely strong. Her arms spread out to help her keep balance as she tried to walk on the very edge of the pathway, so she would have half her boot in the mud and the other clean, like she was on a tightrope.
It was obvious that the blonde stopped doing this ridiculous thing as she started seeing people sitting near the trees and all that, so she instead put her hands in her pockets and walked normally. Her curious eyes searched the faces of the people to see if she could recognize anyone. There was Adrian, whom she had not looked straight in the eye since what had happened a few days ago, talking to Dorcas, who seemed to actually be sober for once, and just random people here and there whose faces she could not truly be bothered to put a name to. Some females were eyeing her choice of clothing with disgust, but that wasn't important. Some people were eyeing her because they wanted to know why she had decided to come late, but that wasn't important. And some people just didn't care to even glance at her, but that wasn't important.
The important thing was that Ella was actually there.
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Post by dorcas on Mar 6, 2010 1:10:08 GMT 1
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Dorcas carried on back to her spot, cursing herself and her clumsiness. She never looked where she was going and then things like this ended up happening, or she'd bump into people with coffee or she'd step in things to disgusting to even think about. What was worse though was that Adrian had got angry with her, snapped at her to watch where she was going. Crap. She was so stupid. She needed to pay more attention to where she was going and what she was doing, not some childish stick figure getting burned on a large pile of wood.
Slumping down on her little rug, Dorcas placed her bottle of water to one side and couldn't believe what had just happened, what was more she heard Adrian's voice, he was probably talking to some blonde bimbo about how stupid Dorcas was, but she turned her head to look at him regardless and found that he wasn't talking to Ella like she'd assumed, nor any other blonde, but he was looking at her. She just smiled a little, not really sure what he'd said but surely an unsure smile wasn't going to mislead him or anything, was it? Or maybe it was, because as she was looking at him, he'd started heading over towards her and she started to panic a little, something that was most unlike her around guys, especially egotistical bastards like Adrian.
Looking away, which she found a very difficult task to do, Dorcas looked at the bonfire, hoping her face didn't show the panic that was rushing around through her brain, instead, she tried to think of calming thoughts, but all she could think of was Adrian coming towards her. What the hell?! She was panicking like a mad woman. She had to do something because this was ridiculous, so closing her eyes for a fraction second than what would be considered a blink, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, by which time Adrian was there, right next to her.
Dorcas nodded a little and then looked up at Adrian. He was handsome and he knew it, and not only did he know it, and not only did she know it, but pretty much every female in the school knew it and was after him. Dorcas had to admit, she wouldn't mind a go at him, but that wasn't what made her nervous, what made her nervous was that she felt as though she could actually like this one, as though he wouldn't be just another guy to her, he would actually mean something, and when you were as much of an arsehole as Adrian was, that wasn't a good thing to fall for. Dorcas looked back to the bonfire, that was a much safer place to be looking really.
Dorcas smiled at Adrian's scepticism. Talking about how even first years could through sparks in the air, well yeah, they could, but they couldn't put together a full show of pretty colours, loud noises and burning smells without endangering lives and yet still managing to make it a fantastic experience for all. Dorcas was going to point this out but Adrian kept talking and Dorcas felt a blush come to her cheeks, an actual blush! Dorcas never blushed and the fact that she knew she was doing it now mortified her to no end.
"You wish." She said, still watching the bonfire because she knew, the second she looked back up at him, she was going to be blushing even more and that would give it away that she did actually like him and that yeah, from time to time she may fantasise about him and that yes, from time to time she did just want to throw herself at him and that yep, she was maybe a tad, tinsy winsy bit obsessed with him. But she would never admit that, not in a thousand years.
"I like it, one of my favourite nights. No drink, no hard core partying, just a relaxing evening with a bit of a show. Not to mention hot dogs and cola." Dorcas took a bite of her sausage in bread. It wasn't a proper sort of hotdog, but it was her favourite type, she did like pork sausages better than any of that American style crap that came in from overseas, and that went for mustard too. French and American was terrible, good old fashioned Hot English was the only way to go.
Guy, guy, guy
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die
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Post by monoceros on Mar 10, 2010 4:38:56 GMT 1
A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,
Monnie stayed where she was, the flames of the now lit bonfire sending of such radiative heat that she was sure she was boiling right through to her very centre. Even the coldest of people would be warmed by this fire, there was just something so incredibly magical about it. No doubt Dumbledore had tried to fill it, and probably succeeded in filling it with love and happy thoughts or some nonsense like that. Whatever, Monnie was warm enough now and if she stayed here any longer, she knew she would probably end up walking away with a bright red face, burnt to no end. She had very sensitive skin.
Turning away, Monnie, out of habit, looked among the crowd of faces in search of someone that would be able to vouch for her presence at this thing. Her mother still wanted her to socialise more and after the whole thing with Remus Lupin, she'd had to have some serious face to face chats with her mother in Hogsmeade. Not the most pleasant of things, that was for sure. Monnie would rather have slit her own throat. Still, she hadn't done herself any favours hanging around him she supposed, and her mother did want her spending time with Remus kept to a complete minimum, but like Monnie had told her mother, they were both prefects, they had to spend time with one another every now and then.
Monnie looked away from Remus and took a step forward toward the back of the crowd, but then she sort of changed direction, she cut through people and approached Remus. Why not? She liked him, he seemed like a good sort of person. True, he was a half blood, but so were some of the best. Even some Death Eaters were half bloods, all that had changed was that their family history and family trees were edited, a lot. That could be done for Remus one day. He was a very, very smart person, much like her, only unlike her, he was a half blood and a bit of a goody two shoes. That would have to change. Monnie knew Remus could fit in well among the Death Eaters, if only he would seek power and not friends. Friends weren't what made you happy, money and power was, and anyone that said otherwise was a fool of a different sort.
"Lupin. How does this evening find you?" That was probably most abrupt, but the truth was that Monnie wasn't a social person, she had always been socially awkward and probably always would be, so that meant her 'welcome's' and 'hello's', needed more than a little working on. Still, no matter how many times her mother had thrown her into those silly little pure blood children's parties while the grown ups socialised and had a proper little meal, she'd always managed to find the library of the house or manner, and sit down and read. That was the good thing about wealthy pure bloods, there was always a library somewhere. The only problem for her parents was that Monnie was so drawn to the libraries of each house, wanting to find different books, to see which houses had things in common and then find their differences, that she usually got told off later when the all got home from the evening. She was supposed to be 'socialising' not reading in her parents firm opinion. Though in Monnie's opinion, being forced into a social situation and told to 'socialise' was only ever going to want to make her rebel. And it did.
What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!
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Post by Remus John Lupin on Mar 10, 2010 9:38:40 GMT 1
Word count: 347 A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot Remus sort of happily watched the fire. There was no trace of his friends anywhere, which meant they were either in detention or planning a prank that would surprise Hogwarts like no other. Either way - it was fine. He was devouring a toffee apple lazily and just listening to the chatter of students around him, sometimes he let the sound fade to the buzz it always was, sometimes he picked out a conversation and listened for a while until it bored him and he moved onto another. He felt pensive but strangely peaceful, and he wondered whether it was the fire or the food. Maybe both. It seemed logical the teachers would use any opportunity to give their students a feeling of safety, and they had surely succeeded this time. He heard footsteps approach and expected them to pass him by without a second glance, but they slowed down and stopped next to him. Cocking his head backwards, Remus found himself looking upward to Monoceros Dolohov. He couldn't help but look surprised. Remus half expected her to realise her mistake and stalk off again, but she didn't. She spoke to him, actually. "Lupin. How does this evening find you?" He blinked. "Eh- fine, fine, good." He nodded, not sure where this sudden lack of eloquence came from. "I trust you're well?" he asked, and then, in a lower voice and with an apologetic smile, added: "I hope I didn't do too much damage?" Remus felt tempted to pad the empty space on his plaid to invite her to sit down, but part of him had the feeling Monnie might not want to sit down with him. On the other hand, most of the other students were sitting down, so Monnie stuck out like a sore thumb - easy to spot and socialising with the wrong sort of crowd: him. If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
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Post by adrian on Mar 12, 2010 19:51:03 GMT 1
Adrian was still amazed by the relief he was feeling. This was what it was supposed to be like for him, always. Casual conversations that didn't really mean anything, no awkwardness. Adrian Nott wasn't the nervous awkward type, though he had acted like it around Dorcas for the past few days. Yes, she had kissed him, but what was the big deal? She was just another girl, one out of many, and he had kissed quite a lot of them. Why should Dorcas be any different?
You wish. Adrian had still been staring at the bonfire, but the comment made him look back down at her. He was expecting to see her face, but she seemed to be very careful only to look at the flames. Raising an eyebrow, he decided to go back to doing the same thing. Adrian crossed his arms. He wasn't quite sure if she just really liked the fire, or if she was trying to avoid looking him in the eyes. He could not really remember her really looking at him at all that evening, which was definitely odd.
He looked back down at her, trying to get a glimpse of her face, which wasn't all that easy from where he was standing. It could just be because of the light from the fire hitting her face, but he thought it looked kind of red; like she was blushing. Why? He had thought everything was going so well now. Adrian let out a low groan, but quickly regretted it, in case she had heard it. How had things become this so quickly? They had been going to the same school for more than six years, and now suddenly things were changing.
He simply nodded when she replied, saying that this was one of her favourite nights. This wasn't a casual conversation for her at all! This was just her trying to make it seem like things were not awkward between them, or at least that's what it seemed like to Adrian. He had absolutely no idea of what to do now. Should he just address the issue or continue with this fake small-talk they had going on? Neither one of those were really his style; he usually just walked away, but for some reason that didn't sound good right now.
"I, um..." He began, hoping that something would come to his mind, though nothing did. "Never mind." Great! The best thing right now was to run! Run away before she had a chance to realize how nervous she had made him, and then just ignore her until they had forgotten about everything. That actually sounded better than having to deal with this. But there was something he really needed to know, and that question would definitely never be answered if he ran away. If only he had stayed in the common room...
Even though he was sure he would regret it later, he sat down next to her. It felt weird. He was actually making an effort this time. Usually, when something had happened between him and some girl, she was the only one, who cared enough to try and talk about things, while he was perfectly happy with just ignoring it. Then sometimes they would start talking about where things were going, and that's where he drew the line. Adrian did not commit to anyone. He suddenly realized that he had gotten lost in his thoughts, and they had been sitting in silence for quite a while.
Making up his mind, he turned his face towards her."So..." He really didn't want to look at her while saying this, but it made him feel like he had more power over the situation "Exactly how much do you remember from the Halloween party?" He didn't like the uncertainty. He needed to know how much she knew. Suddenly he couldn't look at her anymore, and turned his head back to the bonfire. "And, um..." He said, desperate to make it seem like he didn't care so much about the other question. "What are you doing for Christmas?" Idiot, Adrian thought to himself.
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Post by david on Mar 14, 2010 0:16:20 GMT 1
I see your dirty face
high behind your coller
what is done in vain
truth is hard to swallow because when i arrive
I, I bring the fire
make you come alive
i can take you higher -*-*-*-*-*-
Curiosity overcame caution for David. He laid down his homework; which he had just finished and stood below the archway, estimating its height. Then, concentrating all of his attention on it, he rose slowly from the ground, and ten seconds later was hanging from the doorstep. He heaved himself onto it and sat there for a moment to recover, grinning down at the other students at the bonfire many who hadn't seen him in a while or ever. After a few moments, David seemed to have decided that there were no obvious dangers in visiting them, as he turned back and, still too careful to talk just yet.
David watched as he looked around at hogwarts; the first time he had been outside in seven months. The sight was surprising, mainly because while the weathered, rocky ridge outside had few plants growing on it, here, under the protection of the walls, they were everywhere. Climbing ivy covered most of the stonework, and on the ground below them they could see shrubs, grasses, flowers and, most surprising of all, a few trees were growing, two of them reaching well above the point where they sat. It was like a very high walled garden. All that was built of stone had stood the test of time well. They could see the large holes in the walls at every level, made for the beams that would have supported the various floors and the roof. These must have been made of wood and had long since disappeared, presumably becoming part of the fertile earth now covering the foundations. Three pillars, or buttresses, ran from bottom to top of each wall helping to support ledges, about two feet wide, which ran between the rounded corner towers on each level, joining arched doorways in their walls.
Having taken all this in, David began to move carefully toward the bonfire. Looking up quickly, he spotted Adrian and Dorcas; two slytherins he knew vaguely. Shaking his head and smiling as his nerves calmed, he looked back at Hogwarts castle shrugging lightly. David continued along the walkway path with increasing confidence as it felt solid beneath his feet, and reached the vague lights of the bonfire. Looking at Adrian he could see he was slightly irritated.. He turned and saw another slytherin Ella, his focus now purely on Ella, she looked so beautiful, and was it true that she was going to be a year older in December? he had forgotten.
Speaking up lightly behind Adrian, "Adrian you may want to watch out buddy I hear these two girls can be rather...a handful." He laughed more as he now walked into the light, "Good evening everyone. Its great to see you all again."-*-*-*-*-*- post status: finished tag: Adrian and everyone word count: 540 outfit: take a .peek. comments: The second paragraph may be a bit confusing its just his intake on the castle. |
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Post by monoceros on Mar 14, 2010 23:29:43 GMT 1
A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,
Monoceros seemed to have caught Remus off guard, but she didn't care, he should have been more aware of his surroundings and seen her coming. She would have been aware and she would have seen him approaching. Then again, the fire was enticing and one did like to stare at it for a nice long while. Perhaps Remus had been caught up looking at the flames, maybe he was waiting for someone. Perhaps she was intruding. Whatever, she wasn't bothered by that. She just wanted to see how Remus was doing. A little part of her was slightly concerned for him after the gossip that had been written about him. Never mind. She was sure he would soldier on and be fine, but in the meantime, she just wanted to check that all was well with him and between them, not that she could imagine anything being wrong between them. He should have counted himself lucky that she talked to him. She was pure blooded after all and he was only a half blood, and as disgusting as it might be to be seen talking to him, Remus was actually all right. Or so she thought. It would take a while to convince others of that, and while he still hung around his silly little friends, well, she wouldn't bother trying to convince anyone of Remus' worth, yet.
"In deed, I am very well thank you." However, Monnie furrowed her brow at the damage comment, not sure if she heard him right or not. Damage? Well, there was a little mending to do, but not anything too major that couldn't be fixed with a part truth, part lie talk with mother. Of course, she wouldn't let Remus know that, he didn't need to know the goings ons within her household, let alone that her parents still had a thumb over her. Monnie was trying to be as independent as possible, while remaining entirely dependent upon her parents. She wanted to seem like she had everything under control by herself, that she was in charge of her life, but it was the same for her as it was the same for the majority of elitist pure bloods, mummy and daddy were always in charge. No matter what.
"Damage?" Monnie's frown lifted a little, but a few creases remained upon her forehead. "You think you could do any sort of damage in my world?" Monnie actually smiled and chuckled a little before straightening her face a little, the crease from her forehead gone completely. "No no Lupin, there was no damage of any sort, my parents don't believe such nonsense." Actually they didn't, not really, but they believed the damage it could do to the reputation of the family was entirely real. Sure monnie had been put through a series of questions, but her mother was really jut wanting to get the story straight so as to be ale to gossip about it and what a terrible excuse the Skeeter's had for a daughter.
"I hope it's not too bold of me to ask, but would you mind if I joined you temporarily?" She rather liked Remus and could see herself befriending him, but of course, she would not let anyone know about it, it would be a secret sort of friendship, if he was willing to accept her offer when she made it, though it wouldn't last too long, this was her last year of school an she probably wouldn't see him ever again, but it would be best to just make the most of the rest of the year, wouldn't it? It was nice to talk to and know and get along with someone that was also smart, someone that shared an interest and wasn't a stuck up Ravenclaw. Remus seemed very different to most and Monnie quite liked that quality. Who knew, she my actually have found herself her first proper friend.
What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!
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Post by dorcas on Mar 15, 2010 3:34:23 GMT 1
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Dorcas really wanted to say something, but the only thing that kept coming to her mind was 'awkward' This was the most awkward situation she'd ever been in. Adrian tried breaking the silence but then stopped himself. Dorcas had never been in this sort of situation with a guy before and she really didn't like it much. Things were awkward to a whole new level she didn't think awkward could reach. There were heaps of people around, but in her mind, not nearly enough. She wanted her voice to be drowned out, she wanted to be carefree . . . .she wanted to be partying. Partying and drunk. Her favourite night of the year was now the most awkward and it was only just beginning. She was still going to watch the fireworks and have a toffee apple.
Adrian decided to break the silence again and it was a relief, until she realised what he'd asked, and then, she couldn't help but blush a little more. She'd kissed him and she knew it, that was the last thing she could really remember before waking up in a bed that definitely was not hers, with drool on her face that definitely was hers. She wasn't the most lady like at the best of times, so when she was asleep, and couldn't even control it, was worse, especially when drunk. She was a shocking drinker, and when she was drunk, she had a tendency to snore. She sort of hoped she didn't keep Adrian awake, because that would be keeping him awake for all the bad reasons, and she wanted to keep him awake for good ones.
Bad Dorcas. She felt like her face was on fire, so she just took a couple of deep breaths as quietly as she could. "This is just . . . ." Dorcas stopped talking at that second because she heard an all too familiar voice. David had approached them from behind and made her jump a little, at least her colour drained a little at the fright, but her cheeks were still as red as ever. Looking up to see who the other girl was, Dorcas noticed Ella not too far away, looking as though she was people watching as she passed through the crowd. Perhaps he had thought Ella was with them, perhaps he'd thought they were having a little Slytherin Quidditch team meeting. Well, that would be great f just everyone thought that, but truth was, Dorcas and Adrian were having a private conversation, but Dorcas was glad it had been interrupted. The awkwardness could be saved for another day, thank Merlin.
"Evening Val'Lauren." Dorcas looked up at him with a slight smile, but it was gone pretty fast, she couldn't keep up a friendly sort of demeanour at the moment. She was too embarrassed. She just wanted to curl up and watch the bonfire alone, which was strange for Dorcas as she was usually quite a social being. "I haven't decided what I'm doing for this Christmas." She said to Adrian, continuing the second half of their conversation, ignoring the part about the Hallowe'en Party because really, that didn't need bringing up now, she was happy to forget about it. "I don't know if there'll be any reason to stay here this year." She said, shrugging her shoulders, hoping that she would have a good reason to stay, but she wasn't counting on it. Adrian would probably be spending Christmas with his family and so, she would have nothing better to do than to spend time with her own family during the festive period. Oh what a lucky lass she was.
Guy, guy, guy
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die
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