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Post by albus severus potter on Feb 24, 2012 2:04:16 GMT
[cs=2][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,truepadding:0px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #222222; border-left: 5px #B0BEB8 solid;] call it misery, i just want you. ’Why in the world am I doing this to myself?’ Albus moaned as he slid on his jacket and put the hood over his messy hair, it was a bit of a crazy idea for Al to think that he could win back his fourth year girlfriend, especially when he was interested in a different girl. They were both in the same house but being a polytheistic man was normal, it was strange but each girl had a different tug on his heart strings and if he could put them together, they might be the perfect soul mate. It was a hard decision, and he loved this part of the journey. It was the journey, the pursuit of happiness, and Albus was smiling as he went down the flight of stairs from the top of the Ravenclaw tower to the first floor. Those damn stairs were the only reason he was still remotely in shape, all of his classes were downstairs so Albus got quite the leg workout traveling to and from class and with Quidditch on top of all of that, he was happy that when he looked in the mirror it was something he was pleased with. Normally Albus wasn’t too physical but if he was going to please anyone, he had to be happy with himself. A bit of a manic, the Ravenclaw finally reached the first floor and the art club was meeting, normally they offered it as a class but they had interest in it so they also created a club that met every Saturday afternoon. As Albus walked into the group of people, he smiled and waved at all of them. This was his third week going and usually they created such amazing portraits and Al’s last few drawings were craptastic at best, he wasn’t a terrible drawer but he wasn’t amazing at it. ”Hi guys.” he smiled as he looked for the one and only reason that he was there. Kaitlyn Daenrys-Evelina Bluud, the wittiest Slytherin with a silver-laced tongue. To think back two years ago and even remember why they broke up was hard, they were only about fourteen and everything was so hard with the emotional filled drama. Back then when people said were so important, the Slytherins were known for their dastardly ways and sinister motives and it was a symbol. A snake would suffocate a poor Raven, constricting the bird under her grasp until the poor avis fell to its death. But now, Albus wasn’t even sure what he wanted with his love life but he did know that something within him yearned for Kait. She was beautiful, charming, and elegant, despite her not knowing it, she was amazing. But Al did remember that she was still venomous, she wasn’t always the best for Albus. He definitely wanted a sexual relationship with her though; the way her body sang to him was unrivaled by any other. It was strange, he wasn’t even sure of how to comprehend it all. Albus still wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed but one of his impulses was the Slytherin vixen. The teacher stood there as she waited a little longer for everyone else to come, to get ready for an hour and a half of painting beautiful spells and the scenery and things of the like. 518 words, tag - kat/ivy, outfit - click, notes - let the fun begin c: |
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Post by kaitlyn daenerys-evelina bluud on Feb 25, 2012 2:47:03 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] hold onto your heart ( WORDS ) 620 ( TAGGED ) ALBUS ( STATUS ) COMPLETE while everyone else was going to their classes, kaitlyn remained down in the dungeons. her legs hanging right off the side of the couch, kicking somewhat lightly against the side of the couch. She ran her fingers through her moderately long brown hair and stared at the ceiling simply because she had nothing better to do. no. that wasn’t quite true. she had something to do, like a class to go to. she just couldn’t remember which class it was, which annoyed and frustrated her greatly. after all, classes were important to the girl, and she had a suspicion that whatever class she was forgetting to go to was incredibly important. but she couldn’t think straight at the moment. she didn’t sleep very well. there was also was a small party in the girls' dorm and she just couldn't be there, because they were all acting stupid and were just too loud. they had tried to force her to stay in the dorms and when that they didn't work, they tried to persuade her to stay, but if there was one thing she didn't do, it was listen to people. they should've known better than to try anyways. when the party had ended her roommates kept her up with their hysterical laughing, though at what she still wasn’t really sure about since she refused to join them in their celebrations.
she sighed, and continued to stare at the ceiling. it seemed as if she was going to miss this one class, since it didn't seem as if she was going to remember where she was suppose to be at the moment. it was times like these where kaitlyn wished for a photographic memory. after a while though, she stopped caring. it wasn't as if she was going to miss much. nearly all of her class this past week was reviewing things and such. she could make it up the work without a problem. after all, the brunette found most of her classes to be quite easy. all of them except for herbology of course, but it wasn't as if she couldn't do anything about it. it was her fault that she killed nearly everything she touched.
it wasn't until someone sat down across from her and asked her why she wasn't in art club right now that she finally remembered that she was suppose to be in art class right now. the girl groaned. she was was late, and she was late to art class no less. but despite how much she loved art, she wasn't sure if she should even go or not. she didn't even know how much she had miss. kaitlyn glanced at the clock quickly and sat up. she would probably make it on time, kind of, if she ran. she quickly left the common room and hurried up the flight of stairs and very nearly fell on her face. in hindsight, she probably should’ve changed into more sensible shoes than the high heels she’s currently wearing, but she was never known for doing the sensible thing. once she finally reached the first floor, the brunette took off her shoes and ran down the hall. she would’ve laughed too if she saw how stupid she looked, running with her heels in her hands. it wasn't until she neared the classroom, that the brunette stopped and put on her shoes.
"sorry i'm late," kaitlyn said as she entered the classroom. she surveyed the room, and very nearly thought that she was in the wrong place when she saw him in the room. it took her a minute to remember that he was interested in art now, and she quickly looked away and focused on anyone but him. she didn't care... right? sorry it's so rambly. |
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