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Post by rhonabarbary on May 22, 2010 9:54:22 GMT 1
The sound of her writing scratching against parchment was beginning to get on her last nerve. If it wasn’t bad enough that her nose was tickling from the usual smell of ancient books and that the lighting was causing her eyes to burn just slightly, it was the sounds. It was hard to handle how quiet it was in the library, but it was better to be quiet than to face the wrath of the librarian. Rhonnie definitely wasn’t going to get herself into any trouble here, not that she would get herself into any trouble anywhere. She was a good girl.
She didn't know how much longer she could stand to sit here in the library of all places. Normally it was one of her favorite places, it was the best place that she could study. She didn’t particularly want to be studying right now, though. She yearned to be anywhere else, but she just knew that if she gave into that urge and left there she wouldn't accomplish anything what so ever. She would end up basking in the company of friends or wasting her time completely. It didn't sound too bad right now compared to this homework she was working on. Sometimes Rhona wondered why she pushed herself so hard...then she'd see one of her siblings in the hall or she’d remember just how awkward she was. It was hard being the older sister. It was hard being so awkward. Rhona had tried to fix it, but it hadn’t really worked too well. Her parents swore they were proud of her. Sometimes Rhonnie wasn't sure she believed them.
Dropping her writing implement the frizzy-headed young woman moved to stretch, arching her back and yawning. She had enough free periods that she should be able to have her homework done in a timely manner. If it weren't for the fact that she had trouble understanding things and had to pour over the material repeatedly before she got it she would have had plenty of time. So far she was okay with what she was working on now, but the confusion tended to sneak up on her. Settling back into her seat and putting her arms on the table in front of her, Rhonnie ran a hand over her face. Not only did she have to finish this, but she wanted to look over an essay that she had already written. She'd get it done, though. She always got it done.
Picking up the writing utensil the small woman went back to work only to be disturbed a moment later, muttering an expletive as she tipped the chair a bit too far and almost toppled over. "Note to self, don't make a damn fool of yourself." She said quietly. Man, that had been a close one. Rhonnie just hoped that no one had seen that little show of stupidity. She was sure that if someone had they would have ignored it. "Whoever invented homework is just pure evil." She mumbled as she picked her quill back up and sucked in a breath. It was time to buckle down. She could do this. She could get this done and then...find time to have fun with her friends or something. The library wasn't too awful. There was a good silence to work in. Oh, who was she kidding. Rhonnie could do homework in silence, but she was going bats at the moment.
Reaching up to scratch her head, Rhonnie shut the book. Well, maybe a small break. Then she'd get back to work. Right? Right!
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Post by gilderoy on May 24, 2010 19:29:24 GMT 1
Gilderoy left the Ravenclaw tower after treating all of his Housemates to a good lecture on how to properly speak to House-elves, considering they did originally have their own language, which they changed in order to speak to their human masters effectively. He taught them all about certain phrases that were essential to every day living for the creatures, and then he departed. Laughter followed him out of the common room, but he assumed it was due to them being happy about finally getting what they wanted out of House-elves.
Gileroy whistled as he made his way through the corridors, with his back straight and his head held high. It was a beautiful day, and he wanted to make it known by his whistling. A few teachers who passed didn't even greet him, but he assumed it was because they were in too much of a hurry. Gilderoy stopped by a window, looking out at everyone who decided that it was a warm enough February day to hang out on the steps. He, on the other hand, knew what even the slightest chill in the air did to his complexion. So, he decided it might be best if he made his way to the library.
Gilderoy opened both doors when he entered, as per usual. He held his chest out magnificently, only to find no one look up at him. He entered a little dejectedly. Was no one excited that he was there? His blue eyes scanned the room and decided no. They were all much too busy with their studies. It was understandable. How young and innocent they all looked with noses in their books. He almost pitied them, knowing how much more skill than he had naturally than they all did by studying for hours on end every day.
Not knowing who to bless with his presence, he closed his eyes, spun once and pointed randomly. His finger ended up pointing at a girl whose name he didn't recall. He fixed his hair first from the spin, and then strutted over. He leaned on the table, facing her. Everything on him was perfectly in place; from the deep blue jumper to the somewhat tight in the buttocks region black jeans. He grinned at her, causing his eyes to crinkle charmingly.
"Hello there," he said, with what he hoped was a charming tone. "I can't recall your name. Of course you know who I am, however, so I was wondering if you could do me the honour of allowing me to sit with you?"
Gilderoy smiled, showing almost all of his perfectly straigt white teeth. He had dimples that his mother always told him were just adorable, so he wasn't conscious about them. He retained eye contact with the girl, even though most people would have found this extremely awkward. He, on the other hand, was trying to forge a connection with her. It couldn't be that hard, really. Didn't girls just naturally fall in love with him the moment he made himself present?
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Post by rhonabarbary on May 26, 2010 18:43:06 GMT 1
Buckling down was normally something that Rhonnie was extremely good at. She had always had to force herself to focus to make sure that she got whatever she was working on done. She had problems actually learning the material if she didn't give it her full concentration. That was probably the huge problem at the moment. Rhona wasn't giving the homework she was attempting to do much of her concentration at all. It must have been an off day or something. Everyone has off days, right? Of course it had to be that, but the frizzy-headed young woman didn't want to put off doing the homework. The longer you put off doing something the harder it would be to do it when you started to try again. That was the seventh year's philosophy, though. She wasn't going to risk having issues later. She couldn't leave this until the last minute, or rather, she could but she wouldn't.
Deliberately Rhona picked up her quill and moved her book closer. This was a good start, this was a good way of forcing herself to focus. Her finger went to the page and she began to work it across the page. The words seemed to still be a blur, though. It really was a horrible day for Rhona's concentration and it was about to get even worse, actually. The young woman had just pulled her hand away from the book and reached up to twirl her finger around a strand of her frizzy hair when a voice broke through, causing her head to jer up away from the table. She blinked owlishly. Once, twice, three times.
Was the guy speaking to her, really? She had no clue who in the world the guy was, honestly. Her mind started to go down a list of names she knew, but none were matching his face. He wasn't a Gryffindor. She didn't think that he was on one of the other Quidditch teams. Was he? Boy, Rhonnie didn't pay enough attention sometimes! He certainly wasn't someone that she could remember having seen very often. Then again maybe Rhonnie's memory was getting worse than usual? Rhona didn't always pay the most attention to people that she didn't know. Wetting her lips the frizzy-headed girl leaned back, watching the guy curiously. "Um...sorry, don't know who you are." She started with that tentatively before giving him a small smile, showing that she wasn't trying to be rude.
"But you can definitely sit down here if you really want. I'm not having any luck concentrating anyway." She informed him with a small shrug, not that he seemed to care that she'd been trying to study, but he was definitely attractive in his own way. Definitely what Rhonnie would categorize as eye candy, but that only made her a little nervous, she wasn't really good with new people, she always managed to screw up and say the wrong thing. What else should she say? She'd covered that she didn't know him, he could sit down... Oh!
"I'm Rhona...Rhonnie. So....what's your name?" She asked, hoping that she didn't sound like a total idiot. Her smile was light, mostly out of politeness. She didn't really thinks he had a nice smile anyway and she didn't want to scare the guy off. Even though she didn't understand why he wanted to sit with her it didn't really matter. It was pretty much a free country. He could sit wherever he wanted. He had asked, though. So, of course the answer was yes.
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Post by gilderoy on May 26, 2010 20:18:17 GMT 1
Gilderoy watched as the girl blinked at him three times. Yes, he counted. He wanted surprised by her initial silence. He knew many were stunned by him. He shook his perfect golden hair, hoping that maybe the light would catch it just right. The smile didn't falter for a single second. Gilderoy felt like he looked good that day. A fellow Ravenclaw glanced at him from a table not far from where he was, and he winked at her, causing her to immediately look away and back to her studies. He took it as a sign of shyness. At least he knew where he would go if this girl said she was too busy to allow him to sit down.
The girl wet her lips, causing Gilderoy's smile to turn into a grin. He knew the tactic. She was trying to get him to pay attention to her lips, maybe hoping for a little kiss? Well, that wasn't Gilderoy's style! He did not give out just like that, oh, no sir! She would have to try a little harder than that! Yes, being popular had it's advantages with the ladies, but he had to keep them at bay sometimes. He had to keep them wondering.
She then told him that she didn't know who he was, but his didn't even flinch. So that was her game was it? Pretending she didn't know who he was? Gilderoy played a foot on the chair next to him, posing. He winked at her boyishly and said, "Ahh... of course you don't know me," he threw in another wink to show her he knew what she was playing at. She wanted to pretend she didn't know who he was so that he didn't think that she was just another fangirl. How... charming of her. "Well, my dear lady I'm ... Gideon Fairbanks." Another wink. He was certainly hoping that she wasn't daft, and that she understood that he was just playing along. If they both wanted to pretend that he wasn't the popular boy that he was, then that was fine with him! He supposed it made for getting to know each other better, if she didn't feel so intimidated.
The girl granted him permission to sit with her, and so he did. He adjusted his cuffs accordingly, making sure that there were no wrinkles in the sleeves. He then folded his hands on the table elegantly. Gilderoy was constantly aware of what he was doing at all times, and how he thought he looked doing it. He turned his face to the side in what he hoped was a flattering side of his face and continued to smile at her. "Rhonda? What a lovely name. You know... I had a great-grandmother of the same name! Defeated one of the Darkest wizards in Romania at the time, she did. You should feel honoured to share a name with such a woman! Say... you're not related the me, are you?"
Gilderoy raised an eyebrow, and the laughed loudly, and rather fakely as well. He had a certain laugh for every situation. He wasn't even sure if he did have a real laugh or not. He wanted the sound that was emitted to sound like bells ringing, or something else extremely pleasant to the ears. He didn't want to give her the impression that she was related to him, however. The last thing he needed was for people to think he had a second cousin or the like floating around. If she wasn't as pleasant as she seemed, it would distract greatly from who he was, and bring down his image. Really, though, he thought as he looked at her wild hair, he couldn't possibly be related to a girl who didn't use taming mousse or proper hair curlers.
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Post by rhonabarbary on May 26, 2010 21:08:13 GMT 1
Normally if someone was going to bother her in the library, Rhonnie would have assumed it'd be one of her friends. She wasn't exactly the girl that seemed to scream 'hey come talk to me right this minute'. She wasn't the prettiest girl in school. She was pretty far from it, actually. She had frizzy hair that she didn't like to deal with most of the time, she had curls that sometimes got out of control. She didn't worry as much about her appearance as other girls. She generally was that girl that just got up, threw something on, and went. So, it didn't make sense that someone would want to come over and just randomly flirt. Was he flirting? Maybe he was just bored? Maybe he decided it was weird girl reach out time? Okay, Rhona wasn't that weird, but still, it was doubtful that he was flirting, that was probably the least likely option.
What was it exactly that was making him smile that way? It wasn't exactly summer outside? Homework was a pain and the library seemed really dead at the moment. Sure his smile wasn't horrible or anything and it looked fairly good on him, but it seemed like it was his default mode? Rhona didn't know the guy though, she didn't need to be judging him or anything. She didn't know him, and she wasn't sure about him. She needed to give more new people a chance. She'd heard that advice before from her parents. She didn't always make friends or meet people very easily. She had to try more now.
Rhona had spaced out a moment, but she was brought back as the guy...put his foot on a chair and posed. What in the name of Merlin was the guy doing? Then he was winking, which just took the words from Rhonnie's mouth. She had no idea what to say. She wasn't sure what the emphasis on some of the words meant or what the heck he was thinking, but whatever. Then he was winking again. "Do you have something in your eye, mate?" Rhonnie asked curiously. People didn't wink at her. When he gave his name Rhona nodded a little. "Nice to meet you." She wasn't downright rude if she could help it, normally.
Touching her quill lightly, the frizzy-headed seventh year waited on the guy to sit down. What was he OCD? The way he smoothed everything out like it needed to be perfect was a little bizarre? Rhona had never seen a guy that acted quite like him, but she supposed that it didn't matter. Everyone was their own sort of person, really. Everyone was different. When he started to speak again, Rhona was pretty sure her shock showed on her face.
Had he just called her Rhonda? She had pronounced her own name right, she knew that much. She'd have never said her own name wrong! Rhona didn't sound that much like Rhonda as far as the girl was concerned. She let him get out everything he had to say before she found herself looking at him and deadpanning, "You called me Rhonda." His little story or whatever he had said, she hadn't paid that much attention, was completely off. "My name is Rhona, not Rhonda." She corrected him, which felt like the right thing to do. Why should she let him think that her name was Rhonda?
She found herself kind of looking at her homework and then back at him. "I'm pretty positive I'm not related to you.". Rhona tacked on before she tilted her head as he laughed. What was so funny? "So, eh, what're you doing in the library if...not working on homework? Just bored?" The young woman tried, awkwardly.
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