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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 20, 2007 21:53:10 GMT -5
Seeing her less-than-pleased expression and arched eyebrow, he forced his thoughts away from things not meant for the common room of Ravenclaw House. Resisting the urge to salute her, he listened, with significantly more care this time around. He stored the information away, adding a visit to the Room of Requirement onto his list of things to do tomorrow. Perhaps he wouldn't get to fly, afterall.
As she removed one of the unruly strands that was blocking his view slightly and said a sentence that made him all happy inside, he was glad that she'd finished talking. It was strange, considering he liked her voice and all that she had to say. But, then again, more important things were to be done. Seeing the concern in her eyes he smiled. "I'll pull my weight, and I'll train. It'll be alright, Dee," he said earnestly, hoping that was true. While he understood fully the implications of this war, he still found himself believing that everything would be okay. Despite the implied stupidity, he couldn't shake that hope from himself and didn't want to. If ever a tough situation arose, he could cling to that hope.
Deciding that now was one of the most perfect moments of his life, he took a mental picture and stored it away, to be accessed if ever it was needed. Smiling, he wished to have her lips on his again, and found himself very sad that she seemed so tired.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 20, 2007 22:03:28 GMT -5
D'rorah's look softened a bit as she realized she had come across a bit harsher than she had intended. "I had no doubts that you would pull your weight Dylan. It is difficult for me to avoid being concerned. I..." she trailed off, not wanting to bring unpleasant memories of the past into the room at the moment. Absently brushing a few more strands of hair from Dylan's face, she considered him again. She wondered briefly what might have caused the scar about his eye, but as he had made no mention of it, she would not bring it up herself. It gave his face a bit of character, she decided after a moment.
"Perhaps you are correct and things will work out... there is just so much to be done." As she studied his face, she continually found her gaze drawn to his eyes. "Basherte," she said quietly, wondering if she might have indeed found hers or if this was merely some sort of infatuation, a thing her mother had warned her about a couple of years ago. It certainly didn't feel like a passing fancy, but she had nothing to compare it to, having never experienced anything like this before.
With a soft smile, she leaned her head forward a bit and kissed him deeply, her hands playing through his hair as she did. Yes, she was finding that she enjoyed the benefits of this particular... whatever it was, quite a bit.
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Post by Caira LaPointe on Sept 20, 2007 22:03:41 GMT -5
Caira crept in through the portrait hole quietly. Now that Professor Albion had left, Ravenclaw had no Head of House and the duty fell to her to check in on the students. She moved quietly, afraid she might disturb or awaken one of the lighter sleepers in the dormitory if she wasn't careful. As she crept around the corner, her eyes took a visual stock of the room. The room seemed quite neat and in order, but then, she supposed Ravenclaw students couldn't usually be pulled from their books long enough to bother with making any sort of mess.
Her eyes widened slightly as she came upon two students on the couch, blissfully oblivious to anything else that might be happening in the room. Quite unaware of her approach, they seemed to be... snogging. She cleared her throat. "D'rorah Philosophy, what on earth do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "A prefect of this house and look what kind of example you're setting? What's gotten into you today? Mouthing off to a teacher, losing points for your house. And you, Dylan Cooper, I can't belive this."
She stood there, arms cross. "Sit up straight on that couch. For god's sake D'rorah, show some restraint. Shouldn't you both be in bed anyhow?" Caira stood, looking down at them both with an arched eyebrow.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 20, 2007 22:16:29 GMT -5
He hadn't expected an explanation, nor did he need one, a smile remaining on his features, lighting them up. He both saw and felt numerous other strands of hair removed from in front of his eyes and heard her mutter something he didn't quite understand. Guessing it was Hebrew, he stored the word away to look up at another time.
As she gained a nice little smile, he felt her lips once again on his and retaliated with the same amount of intensity. She seemed particularly attracted to moving her hands through his hair whenever they did this, and he wondered at it, though he by no means had any complaints. Noticing a deep-seated feeling arise within him, he was extremely irritated when he heard a the over-the-top, bubbly voice of their Headmistress. Oh delightful.
He removed himself from D'rorah effective immediately and turned to face Professor LaPointe. As she turned her attention from Dee and onto himself he found himself more annoyed than embarassed, to be honest. What on Earth was she doing in here to start with?
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 20, 2007 22:27:12 GMT -5
D'rorah sat up carefully, pursing her lips slightly. "My apologies Headmistress," she replied, her tone of voice admitting no apology at all. The reference to the morning's confrontation stung, especially considering what Professor Serlaen had told her about Spade immediately after, when she had gone to his office to seek his help in acquiring a new pair of katanas. "And I tend to keep late hours, so really it is not all that surprising to find me awake at this time of night."
She stood from her seat on the couch, finding that she and Caira were nearly the same height. "I actually heard some rather interesting news regarding Professor Spade this morning Headmistress. I was wondering, were you aware that he attacked Professor Serlaen and Professor Serlaen last night?" Her tone was slightly defiant. She still chafed that her reactions to Spade's rather rude comments had earned a house points deduction.
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Post by Caira LaPointe on Sept 20, 2007 22:38:14 GMT -5
Caira tilted her head slightly as she considered the defiant young woman before her. She heard no sound of apology in her voice. And knowing that D'rorah was an excellent actress when she wished to be, she took her tone of voice as a passive aggressive act of contempt.
She listened to D'rorah's comment about Spade. "Yes, I found out just this afternoon," she admitted, a bit of sadness in her voice. "I had to let him go, of course. There will be an announcement in the morning." She shifted her gaze to D'rorah, a suspicious look in her eyes. "Your activities lately have drawn my attention too... all the secrecy and sneaking around... I've got my eye on you, D'rorah Philosophy. So just keep that in mind while you're skulking about the castle." She shifted her gaze to Dylan. "You'd do well not to let yourself get entangled with the wrong sort, Dylan," she said, glancing at D'rorah meaningfully.
She looked at D'rorah's robes. "Those don't seem quite regulation, dear. Had them altered? You know, that really isn't allowed." With a flick of her wand, she transfigured the robes back to the standard sort that the other students wore. She allowed a faintly surprised look to cross her features as the descending neckline and ascending hemline revealed a vast network of scars. "Now, I don't want to have to remind you twice about the uniform," she remarked. "And when I come back, I expect you to both be in your dormitories."
With that, she swept from the room, considering her duty done for the evening.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 20, 2007 22:54:53 GMT -5
He saw an almost indescribable and immediate change in Dee as she faced the Headmistress and he felt slightly awed, both by her clearly unsubmissive comments and actions. Raising himself from the floor, he stood and faced Professor LaPointe with his eyes narrowed and jaw tensed. He had not known that Professor Spade, someone who he now immensly disliked, had attacked two fellow staff members last night, but took it in his stride in any case.
For some reason, he'd always imagined D'rorah to be on rather good terms with the staff of this school, despite her austere cover, and was surprised when LaPointe practically threatened her. It had been happening a lot today, evidently. Instead of his usual wide-eyed response to surprising information, his eyes narrowed even more and he found the Headmistress then turning her gaze away from Dee and onto himself. "Actually, I seem to have picked the right sort with Dee," he said, using her nickname intentionally.
Staring LaPointe down and becoming angrier by the second, his normally laid-back personality was nowhere to be found. With a small flick of the wand, a large amount of D'rorah's scars were exposed and for a split second, he was extremely grateful that no-one else was around. Watching the Professor leave with hatred etched onto his expression, he forgot about her in an instant as he turned back to Dee.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 20, 2007 23:08:58 GMT -5
D'rorah had listened to Caira's tirade of sorts unflinching. She wondered how things had shifted so quickly. How a girl who would have never before antagonized those in authority could have so quickly shifted to feeling tension with the Headmistress herself. She listened to Caira's thinly veiled implication that she was some sort of dangerous individual, even as far as implying that she herself might be working on the side of the Shadow Mage.
She had been gathering her thoughts for a retort when Caira had admonished her for her dress and unceremoniously removed the alterations she had so painstakingly performed on her robes. For a moment, she didn't move or speak, knowing that any words out of her mouth at the moment would only be bound to get her into trouble. Suddenly, the scars she had gone to such great lengths to cover were public; though luckily, there was no one present to see them, except Dylan. She wondered if the Headmistress actually intended to prevent her from wearing her altered robes.
She simply stood there for a moment as Caira swept from the room. Seeing Dylan's eyes turn toward her out of the corner of her eyes, she looked anywhere but at him. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing any pity or sympathy in his eyes right now. Her back slightly to him, she scrutinized the furniture, trying to think of anything to say.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 20, 2007 23:24:51 GMT -5
Feeling no pity, just anger at the Headmistress, he found D'rorah turning away from him in a matter of mere seconds. His mouth opened and closed several times, and he wondered what to say. Usually fairly able to provide responses to situations, he found himself slightly dumbstruck. He'd never really encountered a situation anything like this before.
He fiddled with his fingers slightly, a nervous habit of his. Approaching her with movements that he made no attempt to disguise, within a few paces found himself standing directly behind her. Thinking for a moment that she might not really wish to be touched at present, he put his arms around her waist anyway. Though she was taller than him, his mouth reached her ear and he whispered to her. "D'rorah, we can change them again," he said quietly, using 'we' very much on purpose. "There's nothing in the rules about altering school robes," he reasoned, implying that their foul Headmistress had no grounds to stand on.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 20, 2007 23:39:46 GMT -5
D'rorah tensed slightly as she heard Dylan approaching behind her, wondering what he could possibly say in such an awkward moment... worried that his words would carry the sting of pity, worried he might be repulsed by her marred flesh.
As she felt his arms wrap around her, she took a shaky breath. His next words brought her some relief from her building tension. They managed to communicate a calm understanding without sounding overly sympathetic or pitying. "Thank you," she replied quietly. "Though... well... I do rather dislike the thought of such a thing happening in the presence of a group of other students."
She took another deep breath and turned to face him. "You prove yourself more remarkable by the moment, Mister Cooper," she stated quietly. "Perhaps it would be best to get some sleep... I... I have had a rather long day."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 21, 2007 0:03:12 GMT -5
He felt her tension as he put his arms around her, and he wanted to make it go away; wanted to ease the... whatever it was that she felt. Humility? Perhaps... shame? He did not know exactly what it was, maybe it was a mixture of multiple feelings, but he wanted to make her feel something more, something better.
He heard a quiet 'thankyou' and smiled lightly, before she voiced a thought that had just occurred to him, too. If that woman dared to do anything in front of other students, he would be very angry. As he thought this, D'rorah turned to him and he found himself drawn, once more, by her eyes. They had a way of completely captivating him, and he was fascinated by that notion.
He accepted the compliment and smiled softly, taking her hands in his. "Sweet dreams," he said quietly, moving to give her a small kiss before she departed.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 21, 2007 0:12:48 GMT -5
D'rorah met Dylan's lips softly with her own, feeling a swelling of comfort from his presence. His calm demeanor was a balm for her jangled nerves at the moment. She allowed her eyes to fall shut and rested her forehead against his briefly. "Yes, sweet dreams," she agreed quietly.
With a sad smile on her face, she turned to head to her dormitory, her steps a bit slow and deliberate as she ascended the stairs. As she left, she wondered whether the Headmistress truly intended to enforce the dress code. It simply didn't make sense to her... Caira had been so pleasant and helpful, even helping her in the infirmary when she had been brought back from the Shadow Realm. D'rorah didn't understand what had changed. Though, she suppose her own behavior had changed a bit... she had been far more defiant than was customary.
Deciding not to think about it for the moment, she changed into a pair of pajamas and slid underneath her duvet greatfully, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as her eyes slowly closed.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 21, 2007 0:32:28 GMT -5
Smiling into the kiss and feeling her rest against him, he let out a long, slow breath and she turned away, heading to bed. Watching her go, he bowed his head and sighed, a motion that was not altogether sad. He turned, moving over to his original seat, intending to retrieve his book. Bending over, he changed his mind halfway and chose instead to sit on the floor, his back to the chair.
Sighing, he tilted his head back upwards and gazed into the dwindling fire, the clock above it showing one in the morning. Resigning to the fact that he could stay awake no longer, he pushed himself slowly to his feet, book in hand. Finding his way drearily to the boys' staircase, he began to climb, his footsteps slow and dragging.
Finally finding the correct dormitory, he entered, closing the door quietly behind him. Creeping to his bed by the window, he looked down into the grounds briefly before pulling on his pyjama pants and hopping into bed. He stared at the ceiling of his four poster for a moment before turning on his side and closing his eyes. It had indeed been a rather long day.
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