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Post by Willow Traverse on Jul 2, 2005 9:14:08 GMT -5
Truely, if there was ever to be a more remarkable sight than this, it was worth publishing in the Daily Prophet. Soren 'Willow' Traverse, and studying?
A quiet, slow humming fell from full lips of a natural deep pink colour as long, slender fingers tapped against the damaged hardwood surface of a random table in Hogwarts' school library. Irises of the deepest, most haunting charcoal were focused on an untouched piece of parchment lying sprawled out across the table, accompanied by a few books taken somewhere off the shelves behind him.
This dark-eyed gaze was sharp, vicious and distant as if they could bore straight into one's soul and root out that person's every secret, only to sell it to the devil himself... Or in this case, Tom Riddle, whom the dark-eyed youth's family openly supported. The fifteen year-old male's features had soft, delicate and almost feminine curves rather than sharp ones like his father's. His jawline was fragile and classic like that of a china doll, perhaps just a tad less rounded. His nose was straight, only slightly too long -honoring the Traverse family's physical trademarks- and these striking features were smoothly covered by precious skin bearing the unnatural colour of freshly fallen snow and contrasting much too strongly with his dark eyes.
Locks of pure liquid silken sunshine cascaded from his scalp, the majority of the expensive-looking locks having been tied back into a loose ponytail in the nape of a slender neck, leaving but a few strands loose to accentuate his face. 'Willow', as he would only allow others to call him, did live up to his name quite well. His 5'9" frame was willowy, nowhere near scrawny but certainly lithe and graceful.
The tie that sported his neck of course bore the custom green and silver colours of his student house, Slytherin. It was hanging quite loosely, only to cleverly draw attention to the white blouse which was part of his uniform. The top three buttons had been left undone to have the stainlessly white fabric which resembled the colour of his skin in an uncanny way, show off the prominent lines of his collarbone as well as providing a teasing view on his well-toned chest. The bottom two buttons were loose as well to show part of his abdomen and his navel whenever he moved, but of course also the perfectly ironed trousers hanging low on his hips.
Robes had been hung over the chair to Willow's direct right, but even if the boy had been rolling around his quil between his fingers for the past fifteen minutes, not a single letter had been written down on the parchment, and it was likely that the 5th year Slytherin was going to put this off until the last moment again. ((Oh, it sucks. It's short, and it's crap. Sorry about that. Braindeadness. ×.×))
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 2, 2005 10:37:21 GMT -5
{{It's loffly. ^_^ Seeing as you need to meet the annoying creature called Celestia, mind if she comes and bugs him?}}
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Post by Willow Traverse on Jul 2, 2005 10:46:10 GMT -5
((Not at all, go right ahead!))
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 2, 2005 11:07:08 GMT -5
{Yay!}
If, in a word, you were to describe Celestia Moon shadows, there would be many words to choose from. Some said beautiful, others said bitch, but one of her least favorites was 'Slut'. Yeah, she was one. But dearest Tia was in denial! She wasn't a slut. Guys just couldn't resist her. Right? Well actually thats how it worked with Marco West. But he was getting annoying.
Tia needed fresh meat. Someone interesting for once. What better place to look than the library? Violet hued eyes scanned the library, nearly empty except for a few students. One appeared to be a Slytherin. Maybe fifth year? That would be a good catch. Besides, the kid looked bored out of his mind anyway.
A smile on her face, Celestia mad her way across the library, stopping at the table the boy was at. "Hello," her voice was a bit...happier than normal for her. A slender hand pushing platinum hair out of her face, the third year waited for a response.
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Post by Willow Traverse on Jul 2, 2005 11:38:57 GMT -5
Willow, who had been caught up in his own thoughts -which of course had nothing to do with his schoolwork-, arched a dark brow upon being addressed. Those uncanny irises of his shifted up to regard the female who had so blatantly 'disrupted' him from his 'work'. One look said enough. Slytherin, platinum hair, approximately third year.
This had to be the infamous Celestia. He'd heard a few things here and there about her.
An almost cruel smirk tilted Willow's lips as he provided Celestia with a curtly nod. Oh, he so much loved putting up a little charade. And who knew? Maybe this could turn out to be fun.
"Salutations, m'lady." Yes. He /did/ love to put on these different 'masks'. It was a good way to prevent himself from losing interest in things, which he tended to do much too quickly.
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 2, 2005 11:47:58 GMT -5
Celestia glanced down at the blank parchment with a smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry for interupting your 'work', -Erm, whats you're name again? I'm dreadful with names." That was a lie. If she heard it once, she would remember you for life...well, with guys at any rate.
She seemed rather tall at the moment. Perhaps she was, once again, wearing those damn stilletoes under her robes. She thought they were fun. They made her tall, and if by chance she collapsed, it would give her a reason to be spoiled with attention. It was perfect!
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Sirius Black
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Gryffindor:Third Year
Boo!
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 2, 2005 13:17:49 GMT -5
Sirius Black snuck into the library, edging past a table of Hufflepuff second-years and diving towards the bookshelves as quickly as he was able.
Anyone would have thought he didn't want to be seen - which was, of course, the case. He hated the library. If he had had any choice at all, he wouldn't have set a foot in it that lunchtime, but he needed a book.
A frown resting on his handsome face, Sirius headed towards one of the furthest shelves in the library. As he shuffled through the rows of books, brushing a pale hand through tousled locks, he passed a table occupied by a studying Slytherin and none other than the slut of the school.
If Celstia had been male, Sirius would simply have barged past her, but no matter how much he hated Slytherins, Sirius was a gentleman and would never consciously hit a girl. So he decided, simply, to insult her... he would never have any interest in dating her, so where was the harm? "Alright Celstia?" he queried, coming to a halt beside the girl - who had inches on him. "Working the old slut magic again? You know... it'd work better if you weren't so ugly..."
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 2, 2005 13:25:22 GMT -5
Turning around with a movement that was surely dangerous in those shoes, Tia glared at Sirius. However, she didn't feel like being particularly nasty, so all the blonde said was, "Hello Sirius. Working the old jack ass magic again? It must be a second nature for you by now.... Of course if you were a jackass, that would explain you're hideous looks." Stupid bloody Gryffindors! They were always popping up out of nowhere!
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Sirius Black
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Boo!
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 2, 2005 14:47:14 GMT -5
Sirius arched an eyebrow in response, shaking his head and emitting a slight tutting sound as he did so. "Celestia, dearest. Your insults seem to grow worse by the day. You may want to come to me and get some lessons... that is, of course, when you're done shagging all the people you can get your hands on."
Smirking, Sirius tilted his dark head to one side, intently studying Celestia, curious as to what her reaction to his words would be. Already, he could feel a bubble of happiness growing in his mind. He'd had a hard day. Winding someone up was just what he needed - and he intended to wind up the Slytherin girl to the point of implosion.
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 3, 2005 15:12:11 GMT -5
/Stay calm...stay calm... stay calm..../ Tia didn't like when people, Gryffindors no less, called her a slut and such. Or even made references at it. Violet eyes livid, a long strand of hair in her face, she looked positively murderous. Pushing the hair from her face, however, she forced a sweet look.
"According to some Hufflepuff girls I know, insults aren't the only things you need lessons on. Said you were a worse kisser than Pettigrew! And while I'll give insults for free, I'm afraid I charge for anything else." Bah. She was rambling again. Stupid girl.
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Sirius Black
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Boo!
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 4, 2005 7:46:41 GMT -5
Sirius snorted. "And I thought your insults were as bad as they could possibly get, Celestia. Obviously I was wrong. Before you go insulting me with that sort of stuff, get your facts right. I can't be 'as bad as Pettigrew' because there's no way that anyone would kiss Peter in order to find that fact out."
Sirius shrugged. "Sorry to disappoint you, dear... and... did I hear you right? You charge? Dear me... what's the charge? A knut per ride? No-one would pay anything more for you, would they?"
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 4, 2005 9:22:01 GMT -5
{{xDD You're so mean Siri! Celestia: -death glares- You aren't s'posed to be laughing at me. Me:.... So?}}
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Sirius Black
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 4, 2005 11:03:39 GMT -5
((*Grins and bows* Why thankies m'dear. ^^))
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Andromeda Black
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Gryffindor: Fifth Year- Prefect
But seriously... x3
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Post by Andromeda Black on Jul 7, 2005 16:14:27 GMT -5
ll Hehe, mind if Andy joins in? ^^ ll
Comfortably nestled against a bookshelf a few rows away from her cousin and the Slytherin, Andromeda Black was lazily slumped against a pile of books she had picked up. One of these was laying open, limp in her hand as she had been peacefully studying for the past half hour until she was interrupted by a few people talking. Of course, Andy didn't mind. She was used to reading in noisy places, it was just that this time a little friction was being passed between Sirius and Celestia, and of course, who couldn't stick up for their favorite cousin? (Even if Sirius was the one who started the problem)
Swiftly, Andromeda stood up from her place, carefully setting down her book before she strode over twords the two third years, her long black hair currently in a half pony tail flowing behind her against her robes.
"Hullo Sirius." She said in a clam voice, grinning. Andromeda hadn't talked to her dear cousin for a while and obviously was interested to see him.
She looked at Celestia. Ravenclaws didn't have much of a grudge against Slytherins. Well, not as much as Gryffindors anyway, so Andromeda could most defiantly talk to the opposing house in her soft voice, but then again wasn't she always talking calmly after reading a book?
"'Haven't seen you around in a while." She said to Sirius, her grin beginning to take over her pale face. Her eyes went back to Celestia. "Hmm... and who is your little friend here?" Andromeda asked curiously keeping her expression pretty emotionless by slightly raising her eyebrows, shifting her weight from her right side to her left. She wasn't exactly sure how far she could push the Slytherin, or why she was doing it for that matter, but studying wasn't looking that fun anymore. Besides, Andromeda had never really 'annoyed the hell out of' anyone lately, what not a better time than now?
ll Eep... -shrugs- She made an entrance. xP ll
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Post by Anya Delioncour on Jul 7, 2005 18:05:00 GMT -5
"Oh great, the /other/ blood traitor Black," Celestia commented. She chose to ignore the last comment from Sirius. Either that, she just couldn't think up a comeback. She was a blond, and blonds had their limit. {xD Sorry to any blonds. I insulted myself there, as well.} "And do /not/ call me 'his little friend'. A. I hate the bastard. And B? It's just disturbing." Violet optics glared at the cousin's, one of her worse glares. Not nearly bad as 'Nirak Dragons 'Look' though. Tia experience that /alot/. For somereason dearest Niri hated her.
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