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Post by james on May 9, 2011 4:33:53 GMT
  Classes couldn't get out early enough. Sure, James had been thinking and thinking, and even rethinking, his decisions for his future. Sure, he wanted time to go by just a little more slowly so he wouldn't have to jump into the world off of Hogwart's towers. However, when he meant that, it was pretty much figuratively. As he sat in Potions, time was literally going by so slow, to the point that he was sure the professor was hexing the clock to keep them later. Not only was it a hassle because James was starving, but he also knew the first floor would be jam-packed once classes actually let out - which, conveniently, the professors seemed to do around the same time. James tapped his nails against the desk, not bothering to write down the ingredients to the potion they'd be making next class. He wasn't sure why anyone bothered doing it, really, because it was all in the books.Even if it wasn't, it wasn't that hard to figure out you'd need two drops of goblin spit to conjure up a batch of something to do with diseases. James was a bit of a clever lad when it came to potions, so not only did he know the ingredients were in the book, but he had already gone to the trouble of memorizing them.
Still, just because it came easy didn't mean he liked it. It was pretty much the same with girls, right? Some girls came onto him, and they were real easy to get. That doesn't mean he likes them, ha. On the other hand, he doesn't particularly like girls who ignore him either. James is a middle-man. He wants something in the middle, with a little bit of a chase but encouragement and reassurance that there is light at the end of the tunnel. James hardly thought about girls, though, as he sat there in class. No, he was too busy looking down at his desk, ignoring the babbling the professor did at the front. He simply listened to the tapping of his nails against the wood, wondering if it was annoying anyone. He was sure it was, but he wasn't going to stop. It was taking his attention off of the dull, monotonous lecture of how goblin's spit was essential, and the way to mix it into the potion was more so.
When the professor finally allowed them to go, James hurriedly picked up his things and ran out of the classroom. He hadn't got in the hallway soon enough. He made his way from the dungeons to the first floor, only to be welcomed by a pack of swarming students. Sighing, he leaned against the wall a few feet down from the great hall, trying to blend in as students pushed their way through the crowd. He was not trying to get personal with any of those kids. Most of them were younger, though he did spot a few people he knew. He didn't call out to them, though. James knew if he brought attention to himself, he'd never be on his way. He simply wanted to head up to the common room and take a nap, or even do a little writing. Or something. He just wanted to relax and do something for himself for a change. He stared down at the floor, listening to the bustling of kids around him. Hopefully, he thought, the hall would clear soon.
He needed it to clear soon. James wanted to be alone.
tag: darla warrington
status: finished!
credit: wilmetta @ caution for the graphic, baileigh goes rawr @ caution for the text
notes: this should be fun c:
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Post by rayne14 on May 10, 2011 4:20:00 GMT
 A yawn was stifled for the third time by a obviously sleepy and bored girl. Darla didn't understand how it was possible to sit through such a boring class. Charms. It had its perks, mainly that it was undeniably easy, but it also had its downfall, how easily boring it became. She knew class was nearly over, mostly because class always seemed to be over right after everyone started shifting in their seats. The professor's voice became background music to her thoughts as he glanced around the room, frowning to herself. Scorpius wasn't in Charms today and though she normally didn't care about where anyone was, she cared about Scorpius. They were after all friends growing up and had even gone out during their third year. Her feelings for him were purely platonic but she could still miss him. He would've made the class interesting though she knew he would've paid attention the entire class. Over the years, the two friends had slowly drifted to opposite ends of the spectrum of life. Scorpius had become studious and seemed to be even neater before. Darla, on the other hand, had become easily bored with the thought of studying and her side of the dormitory was starting to clutter. She supposed the phrase 'opposites attract' included friendship as well. It didn't honestly matter. The two blondes weren't about to disrupt their close friendship due to an exception in an age old phrase.
Just as the professor began ending his lecture on the Bubble Charm, Darla decided that she would find Scorpius to make sure he felt alright. He was always an exception to her normal cold hearted opinions. She stood up, gathering her school items silently, sliding them into her bag before leaving. The final words of her professor came almost as whispers into her ears as she left the classroom. The last words were hardly ever important and it was almost routine by now to leave early. She'd just apologize later. A gentle sigh left her lips, gripping the strap of her bag a moment, her green eyes searching through the annoying, overwhelming crowd of students. She noted some cute girls, curious as to what house they were in until she felt a touch on her shoulder. She froze, her posture getting straighter until she realized it was just some girls from her dormitory. Darla hardly heard a word they were saying until she heard the words, 'Truth or Dare' fall from the lips of her brunette friend. They always played this during class exchanges. It had practically become tradition by now. Darla should've walked away but she stayed, her interest picking up as the other girls were dared to do ridiculous things. The young blonde turned to the brunette, tilting her head in question as to what her dare was. Though they played 'Truth or Dare', truth was never an option with them. She waited patiently, her eyebrow raised when the words finally fell from her friend's lips.
'Darla, your dare is to kiss the first person you run into in the hallway.'
She could've gotten away with saying there were far too many people in the corridors except almost everyone had gone to their next class. Lucky her. Sighing gently to herself, Darla handed her bag over to one of the other girls before she started cruising through the halls. Darla made certain she didn't literally run into anyone soon. She was going to scope someone out. Regardless of them playing a childish games, Darla still had standards. Her green gaze continued flickering across the corridors and against the walls, smirking to herself as she spotted a young man around her age. From the angle she was at, she couldn't tell who it was but he seemed decent looking if not just clean. She didn't bother saying anything to him to warn him. Where was the fun in that? Darla placed a hand gently on the side of his neck, her other hand cupping his cheek to make him face her before she pressed her lips gently against his. Hopefully he wouldn't kiss her back and she could just pull away but she stayed where she was, lips against his just to make sure her friends actually saw the kiss.
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Post by james on May 16, 2011 2:42:49 GMT
There was something distinctly remarkable about the way students did things around Hogwarts, and it all narrowed down to house, it seemed. Everyone knew that Gryffindors were brave, Hufflepuffs loyal, Ravenclaws bright, and Slytherins cunning. But there was more to it than that. Gryffindors, for instance, usually were very outgoing and confident, and interested in what was going on. Hufflepuffs seemed to stick to their own cliques, though they could be bouncy and friendly at times. Ravenclaws were stuck-up and quiet, keeping to themselves mostly. Slytherins acted as though they knew everything and were better than everyone else, though most of them were all fakes. All of these different people stuck together in one school made it difficult to get along. Occasionally houses intermingled, but chances were you'd get along better with someone in your house. Of course, it wasn't always the case. But, for the generality of it all, James liked to stick to befriending his own lions.
So, imagine when a woman from Slytherin, his 'rival' house, comes up to him and kisses him, what he would think. James stood there, his eyes wide as he looked at Darla Warrington as she kissed him. He was absolutely stunned. Literally, he could not move. He felt his lips pucker slightly from natural movement, but he stopped and pulled back slowly. His eyes, still wide, looked into hers as he neared himself against the wall behind him. James bit his lower lip and gulped, his heart pounding hard. He was enthralled with the idea of himself kissing a Slytherin, especially one like Darla. She was a real piece of work. He cleared his mind for a moment and closed his eyes, turning his head downward. He knew that this had to be a dare of some type, right? She would not just walk up to him and kiss him. She honestly did not care for him, nor her. He never gave her any indication that he felt that way about her. In short, he really was...surprised.
"Wh-what the bloody hell are you doing?"
[/color] he asked, moving over away from her. He stared at her, almost in disgust. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, because she was. The fact was that James was fed up with girls thinking they could have him and do whatever they wanted with him simply because he was Harry Potter's son. Wrong. If this was some dare then great, she just made him feel like a piece of crap kid with nothing but girls who wanted him for his name. That was how he felt all along, honestly. tag: darla warrington status: finished! credit: wilmetta @ caution for the graphic, baileigh goes rawr @ caution for the text notes: sorry for the wait love <3[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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