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Post by haleyliz on Oct 17, 2007 23:03:36 GMT -5
Shawn laughed, running a hand through her hair. “Well… I suppose there’s some truth behind these absurd Ministry ideas. I mean, pots and pans can be used to beat the crap out of the living… and you know… turn them into a ghost…” She looked utterly serious for a minute before laughing again, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Okay, I’m sorry for being a dork. I’ll try to contain myself in the future.”
When divinations was mentioned, she couldn’t help but snort. “God, I hate that class. I never understood why anyone without the powers of a seer needed to take it. And why should some pervy old lady get to see what I’m dreaming about? I honestly don’t think it’s any business of hers.” Shawn scoffed, but the gleam in her eyes told him that she was still keeping the mood light, instead of really complaining.
She simply shrugged off the subject of potions, it was neither her best nor worst subject. She was… fair. Though her mother praised her in everything, so she couldn’t tell if maybe she did actually suck at potions and everything else. Well, from what she could guess from her best judgment she was simply okay at potions.
Sticking her hands in the front robe of her pocket, she tried to think of a new topic to discuss. The words sort of came tumbling out of her mouth, but- to clear the angry yelling from Keaira up- she wasn’t asking because she was interested in him. “So, you seeing anyone, Dro? You know, girlfriend? Boyfriend? Whichever way the wind’s blowing you these days.” The last part came out jokingly. Though she had no problem with homosexuality.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 17, 2007 23:36:53 GMT -5
The last thing she said had caught him off guard. Nobody had questioned him so blatantly about his romantic life, nor his sexual preference. He hadn't dated any girls, nor boys, for that matter. Her ambiguously phrased question struck suspicions chord in his mind. Do I come off like.... He began to think. He quickly shook off those thoughts as he hadn't really given thought about his sexuality as he mainly focused on his studies.
He coughed a little and then cleared his throat. "Uhhh, no, I'm not seein' anyone..." He said blandly. He sensed that something between he and Keaira was heating up, but he hadn't quite figured out what exactly it was; just a playful and mischievous nature between them? Or carnal fire.
"Why do you ask, Shawn?" He asked eyeing her. "Ya interested?" he said with a provoking smile, trying to replicate an American accent.
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Post by haleyliz on Oct 17, 2007 23:47:33 GMT -5
Shawn snickered a little bit at the expression on his face before he cooled down. He was either homophobic, or a closet tumbler, she decided. Not that she was going to tell him this. Wait for him to figure it out on his own. When he asked if she was interested, however, she got this serious, sad expression.
“Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby.” She spoke, in a completely monotone voice. Quoting ‘Ten Things I Hate About You’, which was only the best movie ever created in her lifetime. Well, one of the best, if it wasn’t the number one. She laughed, tossing back her head, before shaking it quickly.
“I never said that, I just asked if I was allowed to be interested.” She winked at him suggestively, but playfully.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 18, 2007 0:59:05 GMT -5
He scoffed as she quoted a movie he knew to be called "10 Things I Hate About You." A movie depicting the life of a teenage rebel who has been forbidden by her father to date. She surrenders to the advances of a male suitor who has been payed to take her out, in hopes of of the younger sister being allowed to date as per their father. He knew the film well. He had only just seen it a year ago as he had a taste for Muggle films.
He smirked at her and crossed his arms. "I can name several things I'm beginning to hate about you, Ms. Harlem..." He said mockingly as a coy smile spread over his visage.
"Just playing, of course." He said giving her a flash of white as he exposed his teeth in this, over exaggerated smile. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten all about his horrible experience in the Room of Requirement the other night. He was very upset when he had wandered into Myrtle's territory, but this sudden arrival had completely thrown him for a loop.
It seemed as though he had a knack for attracting the wittiest, and mischievous girls from Slytherin House.
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Post by haleyliz on Oct 18, 2007 15:44:43 GMT -5
A smirk edged over her features, and she rounded on Dro, leaning quite close to him. "Well, now, I'll just have to change your opinion on me, won't I?" Shawn held the pose for a moment, only, before jumping back and giggling, her eyes lighting up in her own sillyness. Oh Geez, I'm such a dork. But she didn't mind really. Being a dork was one of the things that life was worth living for.
Walking around the circle of sinks, she hummed a song to herself. One of her own, the one she'd wrotten most recently. Besides the unfinished one still sitting on her four posted bed. "So, Dro, I've been thinking. Since I'm amazing, and you're... well, you're okay," She shot him a playfull grin. "We should be friends. You know, until I find someone better."
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Oct 18, 2007 16:07:02 GMT -5
As Caitlin pushed the door open to the room labelled 'Ladies', she wondered why the carpet beneath her feet appeared to be drenched in water. Surely, at a magic school such as Hogwarts, they couldn't be having problems with plumbing. In India, 'Aguamenti' had been one of the first spells she'd learnt, closely followed by the reversal spell. Were they more spells that only seemed to be found in Southern Asia?
Entering the bathroom, Caitlin was shocked at the sight that awaited her. Water was everywhere, and pretty much everything seemed to be broken. She paused when she saw two other people, a girl and a boy, already in the room. The boy looked as though he'd been recently crying.
"Um... excuse me, but is there a reason this room is... well, like it is?" she grudgingly asked. Before coming to Hogwarts, her mother had made her promise to try and converse with other people. "The other toilets weren't like this."
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 19, 2007 0:57:39 GMT -5
Alessandro smirked as she yet again stroked her own ego. "Sure, I guess I have nothing better to do than befriend a lowly Slytherin..." He said playing off her mock-arrogance. Just then the door opened and in popped another girl. His eyes darted to Shawn as if to say: "See, I'm a chick magnet".
He eyed the new arrival as she queried as to why this particular bathroom was "the way it was". He smiled again as he thought Another newbie... and introduced himself.
"Why hello there!" He said briskly. "This is Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. She's the ghost of a Ravenclaw girl who was killed by a deadly monster called a Basilisk." He explained as he trussed up his words with colorful emphasis.
"Whats your name and house? I'm Alessandro Darko, this is Shawn Harlem, I'm Ravenclaw, she's Slytherin...." He said taking the liberty of speaking for Shawn. He was already feeling comfortable around her. It was amazing how quickly he was adapting to new faces. It was almost as if all one had to do was introduce themselves in a friendly manner, and then BANG! They were friends.
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Post by haleyliz on Oct 19, 2007 11:48:19 GMT -5
Shawn watched, sustaining chuckles, as he introduced himself- oh, and her as well?- to the newcomer. Of course that description of the basilisk as going to need some revamping. She could see the holes in it now that a girl like Shawn could make ten times more dramatic. Let's see... vile... serpent... evil Dark Lord... oh yeah, good words.
Walking over to the two, she bumped her hip against Dro's to get him out of the way. "What he meant to say- you'll have to excuse him, he's an idiot- was this:" Taking a deep breath, she shot her new friend a teasing look before continuing in an imitation of his voice.
"This would be the poor, wailing ghost, Moaning Myrtle's, bathroom. Years ago, she was viciously killed by the vile serpent known as the basilisk. A creature who was wreaking havoc in our great school under the rule of the evil Dark Lord!" She made a spooky face and waggled her fingers before continuing, still being Dro.
"What name and house have ye? I'm but the lowlife Alessandro, a mere, dorky Ravenclaw. And this is my new kick-ass friend, Shawn. An icky Slytherin." Nodding, Shawn took a few steps back. "That's what he meant to say."
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Oct 19, 2007 13:51:36 GMT -5
Caitlin saw the boy send a smug look towards the girl, before he unconcernedly began to explain how this 'Moaning Myrtle' girl had been killed by a basilisk - a basilisk! They have basilisks at Hogwarts!? - then introduced himself as Alessandro and the girl as Shawn.
Caitlin was about to answer his inquiry as to her name and house when Shawn stepped forward and knocked Alessandro out of the way. In her extremely embellished version of what her friend had just said, she only succeeded in making Caitlin worry even more about what went on at this school. Murders? Basilisks? Dark Lords? Perhaps returning to India would have been the better option.
When Shawn finally finished, Caitlin was lost for words for a moment.
"Uh..." she eventually replied. "I'm Caitlin, Caitlin Collins. I'm in Hufflepuff. Nice to meet you..."
I think, she thought to herself.
A moaning sound came from one of the cubicles, making her jump.
"Is that the ghost person you were talking about by any chance?"
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 19, 2007 23:41:16 GMT -5
Alessandro glanced over to the far cubice. He began to see splashes of water from underneath the stall. She wailed a long, drawn out wail and then jumped out of the top of the cubicle.
"What are you all looking at?!" She screeched.
Alessandro smirked as she had spoken. "Nothing, Myrtle, and no, we haven't come to make fun of you..." He said as he knew the routine well.
He looked over to Shawn and Caitlin. "She does this a lot." He whispered so Myrtle couldn't hear, and then he faced Myrtle.
"You've been awfully quiet, Myrtle, You didn't even bother me or yell at me for disturbing you when I burst in here earlier." He said quizically as he eyed the spectre.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked with a concerned tone of voice.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Oct 20, 2007 9:11:17 GMT -5
Alessandro looked over at the wailing cubicle and a translucent head promptly popped out from the top, making Caitlin jump again.
"What are you all looking at?" the ghost demanded to know.
Alessandro answered easily, apparently unconcerned. He continued by reassuring Caitlin and Shawn, then commenting on how quiet Myrtle had been.
Myrtle drew herself up.
"Well, if no one speaks to me then why I am expected to speak to anyone else? Everyone ignores me anyway. I was quite fine in here before you burst in, then the Slytherin girl, and now this other person! Why won't everyone just leave me in peace!?"
With a wail, she dived out of sight again, causing more water to flood over the floor and splash on Alessandro, Shawn and Caitlin. Caitlin stared down at herself in annoyance. Now she'd have to change, again, and her hair would go frizzy, again. If there was one thing she hated, it was damp clothes. Damn temperamental ghosts.
(OOC: I am allowed to control Myrtle, aren't I?)
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 21, 2007 23:53:17 GMT -5
Alessandro let out a sigh of frustration as he shook himself, letting droplets of water fly everywhere. He let out a low growl as he extracted his wand from his wet robes. He pointed it at his feet and cried out "Tergeo!" and drew his wand all the way up to where it now was held pointing to the ceiling. All of the water that had soaked his person, starting with his feet going all the way up to his head, flew away from his body and straight up into the air. He quickly took several steps backwards as the water came crashing back down to the floor with a small splash.
He patted his arms, torso and legs, and brushed the length of his robes a bit to inspect the quality of his magic. "Hmmm..." He hummed with concern as he felt the materials of his clothes. "It's still a touch damp in places....oh well, that means more work to be done..." He muttered to himself as he made a mental note to continue practicing the Tergeo charm.
He stood there looking at the two sopping wet girls with a blank expression on his face. "What?? He asked with a sly smile.
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Post by haleyliz on Oct 29, 2007 13:04:33 GMT -5
Shawn had watched with a bored expression on her face as Myrtle griped to the three of them. If two things were incredibly common in Hogwarts it was ghosts and whiny girls. Just because you combined the two didn't mean you were anything special. Her eyes stayed on Dro most of the time, occasional straying to look at Caitlin.
"So-" She was cut off by the implosion of water that assailed her. At first, she merely stoof there and looked at the girl with a shocked expression. Drenching wet. Now she was sure to look like a mess and she'd have to go back to her room and change and then she'd miss her next class too and... UGH. Stupid ghost.
Looking at Dro, she frowned. "I blame you." She envied his nice and dry clothes, but not enough to bother getting out her wand and doing the spell herself.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Oct 29, 2007 14:26:33 GMT -5
Both Alessandro and Shawn seemed as frustrated as she did at the ghost's temperamental nature, although Alessandro quickly got over it and performed a very useful looking spell. She laughed when Shawn immediately blamed Alessandro and got out her own wand to attempt the same spell as Alessandro. She'd never tried it before and wasn't entirely sure of the wand movements, but she had enough of an idea that it couldn't go too wrong.
She turned to look at Shawn, who was still dripping in a similar way to herself and didn't seem particularly inclined to do anything about it.
"What were you saying?" she asked, pointing her wand at herself. "Tergreo," she muttered, hoping that she had heard Alessandro right.
Without warning, party streamers began exploding out of the end of her wand, covering her in seconds. Forcing her wand in the direction of the ground, the streamers continued to flow out, until Caity finally gathered her wits about her and shouted the reversal spell. The streamers stopped abruptly, leaving her to blush profusely as she stared at the now very brightly-coloured floor.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 30, 2007 1:14:22 GMT -5
Against everything that told him not to laugh, he burst out laughing, not at her inability to use the tergeo spell, but at the fact that party streamers jetstreamed out of her wand, covering her from head to toe. It was quite the unexpected comedy.
"Caity..." He said trying to stifle his laughter. "You look absolutely ridiculous..." He said almost bursting again. "I think you pronounced it tergReo." he said explaining what she may have done wrong. "It's ter-GEE-oh." He said offering a friendly smile to her as he walked over and picked off a pink streamer off her shoulder.
"And, why do you blame ME?" he said as he finally caught Shawn's blame throwing. "I didn't provoke her or anything, it's just something she normally does....hence her name, MOANING Myrtle..." He said rolling his eyes at the fact that Myrtle always seemed to be drenching somebody. He eyed the cubicle warily as she was prone to splash without warning.
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