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| Ravenclaw Commons; OOT - December 12th, Pre Christmas Break, Evening | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 25 2013, 02:29:14 PM (210 Views) | |
| Frankie Fortescue | Aug 25 2013, 02:29:14 PM Post #1 |
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A very concentrated girl stood by one of the sofas, bending wire into some vaguely human form. Ever so often she'd stop and suck on her thumb, that had numerous red dots from when the wire had poked through her skin. The figurine, lacking arms and a head, reached her to about her waist. Frankie sat on her knees, twisting out it's arm. She grimaced as it punctured her skin again, and pushed her thumb against her palm. She let herself fall back, and rested her back against the wall. Frankie sighed. Clearly she wasn't much of an artist. |
vi. the angels come too late, feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat as snakes’. ![]() you are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. [ poem 1 ] playlist [ poem 2 ] | |
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| Charlie Peacock | Aug 25 2013, 02:43:02 PM Post #2 |
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Charlie slid down the banister from the boys dormitory, almost falling off about halfway down. Launched to his feet by the knob on the end, the boy posed upon his landing, like a gymnast, minus the one-size-too-small leotard. He was in a joking mood, for whatever reason, and was procrastinating his packing, using the last half hour using magic to bounce a ball about the dormitory, rather than packing his trunk. Rounding the corner, he spotted a Ravenclaw girl doing...what was she doing?...near one of the sofas. Approaching her silently, Charlie creeped up beside the figure she was bending out of wire. Suddenly, Charlie struck a pose next to the headless, armless figure, a large goofy grin on his face. "Oh, bend me like one of your french girls!" He exclaimed, hoping the girl wouldn't be upset by his outburst. He held his pose, struggling to keep balance. Sooner or later, his knees might give out, but for now he just wobbled, still staring and grinning at the fellow Ravenclaw who sat on the sofa. He wondered what she was thinking. Do I even want to know? |
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| Frankie Fortescue | Aug 25 2013, 03:15:03 PM Post #3 |
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A confused look and a lopsided, defensive smile had made its way to Frankies face. Brows knit tight, her smile faded, "Good ol' Charlie Brown," she looked back down at the figurine, leaning far too much to the left, and rather wobbly if you were to come by it. Of course the plants that were going to grow on it would stabilize it a bit, but it was supposed to be holding them up, not the other way around. "Was that a reference?" she didn't bother to look at him, only moved back to keep twisting the wire arm. The loops were everything but round, "Not making fun of William are you? Bet someone planted those magazines in his truck. Too, well, can you imagine him buying those?" she thought about the pale, shy second year, who recently had some muggle magazines of his confiscated. It was quite the scandal, and Frankie was amazed to learn just how red his face could turn. Frankie started to bend the elbow, and looked up at Charlie, "Was it you? Sounds like something you'd do." |
vi. the angels come too late, feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat as snakes’. ![]() you are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. [ poem 1 ] playlist [ poem 2 ] | |
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| Charlie Peacock | Aug 25 2013, 03:29:12 PM Post #4 |
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"You know me," the boy joked, rising to his feet once more, the same smile still plastered on his face. Sitting down beside her, Charlie rocked the figure with the tip of his shoe, watching it wobble back and forth, before settling with a shake. "Now, I don't know exactly what you're making, I'm guessing you meant for that to be a feature?" Sarcasm rolled off the Ravenclaw's tongue, but a joking kind, never spiteful. "It was indeed," Charlie nodded, "Muggle stuff, couple centuries old now, I would have guessed." After her next statement, Charlie turned her body to face her, an eyebrow raised. "Not to be rude or anything, but I absolutely have no clue what you're on about," He said, referencing her words about a boy named William. "Though I know of a couple upper years who would kill for those magazines," he winked, thinking of all the money he could make from the sixth and seventh years. Twenty shillings a page, he'd be willing to bet, and for the whole magazine? He was talking major Galleons. Following her accusations, Charlie over dramatised his reaction. "I would never do such a thing. I deplore your accusation, young lady, and request you retract said statement this very instant!" His voice was a mocked stern one, his eyebrows overly furrowed, to the point where it was comical, to say the least. He hadn't done a thing, and well, how could he have? He was too busy packing his own trunk full of questionable items. He just simply hadn't the time for such a deed. |
![]() AVA BRYANT - ARTUS DESCOTEAUX - ALEXA CULLEN - ELSA QUIGLEY - CLICK FOR MY FAMILY TREE. "intelligence'll get you most places. most candy as well, for that matter. " "chocolate frogs are like women, you know, you've gotta treat 'em right." | |
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| Frankie Fortescue | Aug 25 2013, 03:48:41 PM Post #5 |
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Frankie shrugged, and looked at her creation, "For my mums sentient shiverwort," she stated dryly, frowning at the limp wire that was now leaning heavily forward. It wouldn't do. The commotion had been rather large, but easy enough to miss if you had electives. Frankie could hardly be bothered to remember who was and who wasn't around, again she simply shrugged, "Y' can ask the staff for it. Doubt it'll work," he seemed dumb enough to give it a go. "Sure, sure. Retracted," she poked at the wire again, and sighed, "This is shit." |
vi. the angels come too late, feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat as snakes’. ![]() you are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. [ poem 1 ] playlist [ poem 2 ] | |
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| Charlie Peacock | Aug 28 2013, 10:25:31 AM Post #6 |
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"Sentient...what?" Charlie gave the girl a confused look. He was never too good with plants, and wasn't blessed with a green thumb as some people were. He seemed to be cursed on that front, for he killed anything with a stem and leaves. "Why not settle for a puppy or a parrot, or an incredibly good looking fourteen year old boy? Why...plants?" She boy winked as he laughed, looking over to the girl, who looked heavily saddened and discouraged. "I think that old sour puss, literally, would attack me with her kibble if I tried that. I'm going to leave that one be, yeah." Charlie regarded her statement about the magazines. He wasn't stupid enough to give that a go, even if they were just laying out for anyone to grab. While it would be an excellent source of on-the-side galleons, Charlie didn't want to give his parents any more of a scare than he already did. Slapping his hands to his knees, Charlie stood up and returned to his former position to the left of the wire figure, bending it's body backwards, so it's shoulder or neck, he wasn't quite sure, touched the ground. "At least he's flexible?" he toyed, though somehow knowing she wouldn't appreciate his joke as much as he liked. "Come on now," he spoke softly, sighing, the first sincere thing he'd said to the girl since their first words to each other earlier. "It's not shit." He pressed, tilting his head. "I can...help you, if you want." Charlie offered his assistance, not wanting a girl he hardly knew to look so upset over a little bit of wire. "Besides, anything modeled off of me is an instant masterpiece, haven't you heard? My children will be legends, based off their looks alone." There it was again, the same dry, slightly conceited humour. His sincerity never lasted too long. The boy was fairly certain he'd broken his record with the brief, three second gesture he'd just spoken. |
![]() AVA BRYANT - ARTUS DESCOTEAUX - ALEXA CULLEN - ELSA QUIGLEY - CLICK FOR MY FAMILY TREE. "intelligence'll get you most places. most candy as well, for that matter. " "chocolate frogs are like women, you know, you've gotta treat 'em right." | |
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| Frankie Fortescue | Aug 28 2013, 11:03:47 AM Post #7 |
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"Shiverwort," Frankie repeated, "Already have a cat, three goats and five chickens. Enough animals for me," she didn't quite know why anyone would prefer animals to plants. There were so many plants that were much nicer, and they didn't tear apart your belongings nearly as often. You always knew where you had them. An eyebrow rose, "Supposed to support something else, not limbo," she chewed on her cheek, and shrugged. It was just wire, and her mother was easy enough to get a present for anyways. "Ah?" Frankie didn't quite get him or his need to constantly assert how good-looking he was. She hardly even looked up at him, figuring there was nothing to learn from it. His appearance hardly concerned her, "Nice of you to let them be the legends." |
vi. the angels come too late, feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat as snakes’. ![]() you are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. [ poem 1 ] playlist [ poem 2 ] | |
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| Charlie Peacock | Aug 28 2013, 11:52:03 AM Post #8 |
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"Interesting," Charlie spoke dryly, though he still hadn't a clue what she was talking about. While she listed her pets, he was slightly shocked. "Do you live on a farm...?" he was half-joking, though didn't want to sound condescending if she did. "I have an old cat, that's wandering around the castle somewhere." He spoke, quietly, for some reason, "Well, I say that, but I know he's probably asleep under someone's bed," Charlie said, laughing lightly, "and I feel so sorry for them, because they have to put up with him snoring." "Why not both?" He jabbed the statue, making him do a sort of horizontal wave, wiggling his body. "Seriously though, I'll help you." Standing up, he righted the statue, bending it back straight. As he was bent over, straightening the figure's hips, he spoke again. "And by the way, that was a joke. If I was nearly as good looking as I say, I'd be in the dreams and admirations of teenage girls world-wide. As far as I'm aware, they just haven't discovered me yet." |
![]() AVA BRYANT - ARTUS DESCOTEAUX - ALEXA CULLEN - ELSA QUIGLEY - CLICK FOR MY FAMILY TREE. "intelligence'll get you most places. most candy as well, for that matter. " "chocolate frogs are like women, you know, you've gotta treat 'em right." | |
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| Frankie Fortescue | Aug 28 2013, 12:49:48 PM Post #9 |
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Frankie looked up at him rather confused, "Nah, my dad is just into sustainability," again she pulled up her shoulders. It didn't sound that strange to her. The animals were by far the least weird part about her family. "Course you would," she gave him her lopsided smile, flashing rows of uneven, rather british teeth. She nodded towards the statue, and slipped her wand out from her pocket, "Hold it up, I'll freeze it," The splintered old thing seemed to protest at first, a red light shining at the end of it. Frankie simply tapped it twice against her palm, the light became a couple of sparks, she smiled,"Immobulus" she said, tracing a mountain in the air. A blue light flashed, half blinding her. Frankie stuffed her wand back into her pocket and rubbed her eyes with her palms. |
vi. the angels come too late, feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat as snakes’. ![]() you are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. [ poem 1 ] playlist [ poem 2 ] | |
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