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[isis pandora gaunt]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] It had been quite an average day at hogwarts. There had been icy weather outside however all quidditch practices and whatnot had been able to continue as planned. For a saturday however it had been quite boring. Isis Gaunt had chosen not to go to Hogsmeade with the rest of her friends since she didnt want to be practising balancing acts and slipping on her butt infront of everyone. In any bad weather she chose to stay in rather than embarrass herself whatever the case was. Instead she'd sat in the library for a few hours catching up on work she had been procrastinating on, and simply hoping for someone to come steal her away from the dreaded work. It had all been about the dark arts and she had found the topic rather boring. If she could practise it with her wand she wasnt interested. Why bother teaching students magic that they 'shouldn't' be using at all! of course she knew her brothers would have found entertainment from it, but she was still infact stopping herself from crossing the line of using illegal magic. Having failed to find any entertainment from the library and upon completing the essay that had taken far too long unlike her usual speedy writing up (of course this was only when she had a passion for the topic - anything she found uninteresting of course took hours and dragged on till she was almost on the brink of death) she'd decided to gather her pieces of partchment with rather neat writing all over it and head off. Where too? Well at first she had decided to head back to the ravenclaw tower, but her legs had infact carried her the completely wrong way. She soon found herself heading onto a stair way that spontaneously decided to move whilst she was on it. Of course she hadn't been scared. She was quite used to it happening by now, she couldnt help but mutter in annoyance. But apparently her day was only set to get worse. The stairs latched onto the second floor corridor, that was of course flooded by the nutty ghost moaning myrtle. Izzy scowled heading off the stair case. The flood being deeper than usual it was almost up to her knees. As she'd turned to head back the stair case moved again deserting her on the second floor. "you've got to be kidding me!" she moaned before glancing into the unusually dark corridor ahead of her. [/style]

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[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James smiled as he touched his broom down to the ground, he sighed as watched the rest of his team traipse from the pitch. James glanced up at the air – his eyes growing narrow as he stared at the stadium, his heart skipped a few beats. On the Quidditch pitch James had always felt closer to his parents – and not just Harry, Ginny too. Pausing to take in the place where he felt most at home the Gryffindor captain turned to follow the rest of his team back toward the castle. Usually they’d all hang about in the changing rooms but today the crisp winter air hung all too heavily around them.

Watching his breath billow out as he exhaled; James sighed quietly as he walked, the hard frosted ground crunched under each stride that he took and he shrugged his shoulders in an attempt at making his robes fall around him and keep any warmth left to stay within his vicinity. James had to admit, he would have quite liked to have gone to Hogsmeade and visit a few of the traditional shops – and of course stock up on his joke products – but he couldn’t let his house down, nor could he allow himself to slack off. If he was to be as great as his father then he’d have to train until he was literally frozen to his broomstick.

Pushing open the main door to the castle, James jogged up the first flight of stairs, his broomstick still in his hand and his dirt flecked Quidditch robes hanging from his body. It was as he reached the second floor and set off along it; toward the next set of stairs that a mischievous smile slid across his face. Lifting his broom higher into the air he manoeuvred his way through the flooded corridor and toward a familiar voice. James smirked as his eyes rested on the frustrated speaker. He leaned nonchalantly against the wall, his broom still in his hand as he mentally put together the irritating situation that the girl was in. Nodding, he spoke hoping that she hadn’t heard him approach. “Well. That’s just tragic!” he smirked with a jovial arrogance that he just knew that Ravenclaw loved.


[[ooc - hope you don't mind me dropping James in!]]

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[isis pandora gaunt]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] Izzy wasnt awfully sure what she was more upset about - the fact that she'd ruined her only set of jimmy choo that of course her mother had taken a long time to convince to buy for the young lady or the fact she was stuck on the flooded second floor until the stair case decided to move back or she decided to head on through the water destroying her shoes possibly even more. A quite small yet prominent pout emerged on the young girls lips as she clutched onto her parchment in her arms as if to protect it from water damage. Of course as a ravenclaw there was nothing worse than having hard work destroyed in the matter of moments of course it could be fixed back with a flick of her wrist with her wand but it would never be classed as 'perfect' again. Only if she didnt think much more could get worse a voice perked up from just behind her. Of course the girl had to bite her lip to stop herself from jumping out of her skin (if only her brothers would see her now, they'd be rather disappointed.) she turned to find the eldest Potter boy, stuck too on the second floor corridor. However he of course found it quite amusing whereas the ravenclaw was almost the complete opposite - in every single way. "Tragic, Potter? Really." she muttered in annoyance. She quickly brushed a strand of her brunette hair back behind her ear before continuing. Annoyance clearly imprinted on her face due to her clearly unlucky day. Merlin now she was beginning to wish she'd took the risk and gone to Hogsmeade! "Surely tragic is your life story" she added of course stabbing daggers in right where it hurt. "This on the other hand isn't tragic, its disappointing - of course if this..." she gestured with her free hand to the flood, "was by your hands. which no doubt by your idiotic little reputation it is." she snapped. Of course she didn't half sound stuck up her own arse. [/style]

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[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James continued to lean against the wall, he watched alert eyes as the Ravenclaw turned toward him, an eyebrow arched almost obnoxiously on his brow as Isis muttered a response, he didn’t reply verbally but rather offered a simple and amused incline of his head. Some people were just too easy to irritate and this girl just happened to be one of them. It was however, as the girl spoke again that James found it hard not to flinch. Rather than wincing, his smirk faded slightly – though he managed to catch himself as his lips thinned out and he regained his composure. Blinking he shrugged himself away from the wall – his broom still hanging loosely in his hand, James couldn’t help that his mind wandered too his parents, and for a second he resented the girl for aiming a comment so low.

“Tragic.” he repeated the word quietly but didn’t elaborate, his head tilting to one side as Isis gestured toward the flood. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Besides, what if the stair case is gone for ages...and you’re just stuck here. Alone, with me!” Another smirk pulled at his mouth and the amusement returned in his eyes as he took a single step toward the sixth year.

Standing still, James cast a glance at the flood. “I can assure you, that this...” he impersonated Isis by gesturing at the water with his hand “...is not my work. My ‘idiotic little reputation’ would be up to more than a silly flood.” James nodded, a beaming grin taking over his features as he kicked at the water in jest – his eyes watching as particles splashed up into the air around them.

[isis pandora gaunt]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

[style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] She knew she’d hit one of the potters feelings for the fact his smirked dimmed slightly. Although it was a harsh comment, and she couldn’t help but be tempted to continue stabbing some knives into the boys heart she left it at that. Although she was in a mood to be quite nasty she wasn’t in the mood to put up with some sort of backlash that she was sure she would receive since after all the weasleys were well known for having quite the firey temper, and of course james was related to the weasley line and there was no reason to why he wouldn’t contain the same temperament. She glanced down at his broom – obviously he’d been up to something – or perhaps it had been quidditch practise of some sort? Well she wasn’t really all that interested but it happened to be a bit odd he was carry his broomstick around. On second though that could always have been a good think. She could just curse the seventh year, rob his broom and fly down to safety if in fact the staircase didn’t return quite soon. She gave a small glance down at the staircases that were switching round once more. And just her look it still didn’t bother to return. Being stuck on the second floor with james potter was the last place that izzy ever thought she’d find herself in. And probably was somewhat a kind of nightmare. ”well theres plenty of water to drown myself in. I think ill go ahead and do that.” she relied sarcastically. Although the idea of stealing his broom was still quite tempting at the back of her mind. ”then what is your silly little reputation up to? Are you playing hero on your broom? Because I really doubt any girl would want you to come to their rescue on that thing” she nodded to his broom. That was of course before he decided to kick the water. She couldn’t help but jump dropping her essay straight into the water. ”Are you an idiot?!” she shouted watching the pieces of parchment sinking under before she could collect them all. ”or do you just enjoy acting like a dog.” she added noting that the essay was well and truly gone. She couldn’t help but feel a somewhat emotional loss over the essay, though she tried to pull herself together. Merlin if her family saw her now she surely would be heading for banishment from the household for almost showing her emotions in public. [/style]

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[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James felt his eyes narrow on instinct; the way other people seemed to get a thrill from using his parents’ death against him made him sick. Though, sadly it was a sickness that he’d become used to over his years at Hogwarts. Of course, he knew that some would say that he deserved the comments that were uttered – but he didn’t. He made jokes to try and disguise his gnawing mourning not to offer himself up as a target. Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, or as far back as they’d go - James allowed his eyes to follow Isis’ gaze down toward the moving stair cases – that fortunately for his amusement, weren’t moving back toward her.

The sarcastic words that Isis uttered caused an echoing and confident grin to leave him, and moving aside he brandished another hand toward the water “be my guest!” he shrugged, swapping his broom into his other hand as he blinked innocently. Pausing, James ran a hand through his precarious hair. “I’m not up to anything actually...” James glanced at his broom and chuckled softly, “Well...then I won’t offer to fly you to the Ravenclaw common room then.” he smiled a nonchalant and polite smile, one that would have been taken for a pleasant gesture – if it weren’t for the frequent disagreements that he and Isis seemed to share.

Even James, however wasn’t prepared for the moment that Isis dropped her assignment into the water, he watched in jovial horror as the flood enveloped the girls work as she scolded him with words. Yet, still he continued to stare. Admittedly, James felt a pang of guilt to jab at his insides but he pushed it away. Isis was smart, it wouldn’t take her long to throw together another, besides he didn’t doubt that if she explained the circumstance in which she’d lost her assignment she’d get some form of allowance or extension.

With the inability to control his sharp tongue James shook his head, “Wow. Now that is tragic!” bemusement riddled his features as he rubbed the back of his neck with a free hand trying to rid the guilt by consoling himself with the knowledge that this was simply karma for her jab at his parents.

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[isis pandora gaunt]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

[style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] Like many pureblood children, it didn’t quite hit them that there really was something called karma. Karma was the fact that when you did something bad to someone else, it soon came to bite you in the ass somewhere down the line. Only for Isis Gaunt today happened to be the actual day that when something that had classed as bad (in this case it happened to be Isis and her comment about James’s rather tragic life) had resulted in her loosing something she loved to return the favour (which of course had been her hard worked essay, that although could be repaired would never be classed as perfect again). She dug out the pieces of parchment as quick as she could, however knew that perhaps a quarter of the essay had sunk too deep for her to fetch so she would infact have to restart the whole thing again – yet another day to waste in the library on work that she didn’t find one way or the other remotely interesting. She pouted slightly before letting the parchement go, allowing it to softly plop back into the water to be dragged under with the rest of it. at least she thought to herself no bastard is going to copy it any time soon she added in her head before turning her full annoyed attention back to James Potter, whom she blamed for the destruction of her day. Fly me back to the common room? I wouldn’t trust you with a hamster let alone me. On that thing. Flying. To MY common room. she replied pausing at each stop to add somewhat empathise on the whole situation. However, on the topic of flying. Ill have your broom thank you very much she added, holding her hand out to wait to see if he’d actually hand his broom over. And tragic, will be you if you don’t give me your broom she added, although she’d meant to sound threatening there was no way possible that a sixteen year old girl would look or even remotely sound threatening to a seventh year with much more experience in the world than she had ever had. [/style]

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