Elly Eriksson
April 22, 2009 1:41 PM
Say hello to the summer! by Elly Eriksson
Despite the fact that she was a prefect now, and so held a responsibility to set an example to the younger students, and despite the fact that she was old enough to know better, Elly’s end of year prank was going ahead as planned.It was genius, really. Elly had become reacquainted with the inhibitor solution when revising for her CATS. She’d already planned to involve potions in some form for her prank (as transfiguration really wasn’t her thing and she’d overplayed the charms front), and the answer presented itself to her so beautifully that Elly had been unable to refuse. Using the allotted revision time in the potions classroom, Elly had successfully perfected the inhibitor solution to inhibit – and this was the brilliant part – inhibitions. She’d tried some herself, and it was like her brain was telling her it wasn’t right on some level, but she could quite easily tell that part of her brain to shut up and carry on anyway without worrying about the consequences.
Elly had often put her skills at potions down to being a good cook; it couldn’t be denied that the subject had a lot in common with baking, and nobody baked a better chocolate cake than the redheaded Pecari. Of course, chocolate cake wasn’t always popular (a truth that baffled Elly), so she’d decided to run with cookies, instead. Over the previous couple of days, Elly and those roommates who’d been willing had baked copious amounts of cookies in their dormitory, using a nifty heating charm. They’d been made to Elly’s detailed specifications, which included her secret ingredient: the inhibitions inhibitor.
On the last full day of school, the day before everyone would leave at breakfast, Elly asked her friends for help in transporting the cookies down to Cascade Hall. Most of them knew the cookies were spiked, but only Meredith knew the exact details and effects of the potion. Elly had likened the effects to feeling you shouldn't say or do something, but saying or doing it anyway, because the voice that would normally prevent this was sounding rather weak.
Before long, the cookies were distributed along the tables, with plenty for every student to consume at least one. To show willing, Elly helped herself to a chocolate chip; it wasn’t like she had a great deal of inhibitions anyway.
Subthreads: Eat cookies! by Saul Pierce
Cookie Power! *tag Holly* by Mike Song with Holly, Mike
I never thought of myself as an inhibited individual by Daniel Nash II with Charlotte Abbott, Charlotte, Charlie
Hello Summer! [Tag: Devian] by Rosalind Rabindra with Devian Dupree
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Mike Song
April 23, 2009 6:18 PM
Cookie Power! *tag Holly* by Mike Song
As far as last days of school went, this one was ending on a fair note. Mike had passed the entire day in self indulgence. The morning was spent swimming in the Gardens, the afternoon sluggishly packing (read as throwing everything into his trunk), and the evening in gorging himself on what would be his last 'normal' meal for a good while. Mike had nothing against his mother's cooking; but Korean food got old, and he liked variety. Plus, he was categorically against serving rice with breakfast; there were enough starches in the world that acted as breakfast food, and rice wasn't one of them.He strolled into the Cascade Hall, sunglasses donned and lazy smile in place, trading the requisite greetings with housemates and undoing one of his sister's braids. Pleased with his three minutes of achievement, he threw himself down into a spare seat and began the lengthy consideration that every dinner meal required. The Prairie-Elves were an unmatched bunch when it came to culinary skills in his opinion. Not only did he have abundant choices from each food group, there were always generous options available in the best of the non-five groups: the Desserts and Deliciousness Group. On top of the banana-peanut butter pudding mix, white chocolate lava cakes, key lime pie, and ice cream bar, there was a huge pile of chocolate chip cookies.
As Mike did with all of his dinner meals, he started with his dessert first, and it was only midway through his second cookie that he began to feel different. He couldn't quite place the sensation; the chocolate mush caught in his mouth tasted normal- sugary and delectable- and his skin certainly didn't feel warm. But it was like he had just run the hundred yard dash; he felt unreasonably invincible- invincible enough to push back from his table, sweep his black hair from his forehead, and saunter on over to where a certain third year Pecari girl sat.
"Hi Holly," he said without preamble. "I'm Mike- we were in the play together, and you're pretty cute. Wanna hang out sometime?"
He knew her from the play. He knew her from his house's common room. He knew her from the occasional passing in the hallways or during mealtime. He knew her first and last name, and while he had certainly thought her cute from all those previous details, he hadn't ever considered letting her know this. She was older and all that, and she did seem like the really girly sort.
But heck, she was sort of his type- if eleven-year-olds had types that is. And so, Mike told her, and not for a second did he question why he would want to tell her at all.
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Holly
April 24, 2009 9:51 AM
Um, Ladies? Help? by Holly
Holly had been tempted by the cookie, but swimsuit season had already begun and her perfect figure demanded some sacrifice. Maybe, as a personal treat in congratulations for finishing her third term at this place, she might let herself split one for dessert, but only after she finished her real meal - a healthy low-calorie salad.She never got that far. Before she could clear her plate of the mound of lettuce, croutons, shredded cheese, cucumbers, and baby tomatoes, the First Year With The Spoons approached the table. To her great surprise, the kid addressed her.
Holly flushed as he spoke and she glanced at her friends, looking for clues about how to deal with a little kid with a crush on her. It was kind of flattering, and she supposed that with her fabulous role as Princess Nina in the play, it was only natural that people would fall in love with her, but that didn't make dealing with such encounters any easier. How did her mother deal with overzealous fans again?
Oh, yeah, she had her bodyguards toss them on their ears.
Holly didn't have bodyguards.
"Um," she said. Maybe her brilliant conversational skills would drive him away? No such luck so far. She gave another look pleading for help from the other Ladies. "What do I do?" she asked in a hushed and urgent whisper to them.
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Mike
April 29, 2009 10:10 PM
Help can wait. by Mike
"No no no- that won't be necessary." Mike sidled into the small space between Holly and her neighbor, flashing an easy grin. He ran a quick hand through his hair in what he imagined was a rakish way. Since his hand got caught half way, it looked more like he was fighting a losing battle with some sort of thick hair monster. His hand shook free, and he rested his elbows on the table behind him, barely missing a plate full of a pizza slices.Admirably, he pressed on. "Cha. . . you don't need to ask them nothing. As I see it you're one of those older woman, mature and sophisticated and like-" He had intended to keep those particular observations internalized, but ignored the mental screw-up. His mouth and "-brain get mixed up, and stuff I don't mean to say ends up getting said. Like your hair smells," he sniffed deeply, "really clean."
For whatever reason, Mike did not explain why a clean scent was particularly appealing to him. It would have been an odd sounding explanation anyway, involving stories about his mother never using perfume and always smelling like soap and flowers from her shampoo, and how he used to have nightmares of his sister dying and so he'd hide in the bathroom with the shower running until he felt better and it was more of that soap and flowers smell that cleared his head and made the dream go away. "- so I'd sit there and by the time the mirror was all fogged up, it'd be okay again." Apparently he'd said it anyway. "You know, noona, you're a pretty decent listener. You like beaches?"
The question landed rather abruptly, and Mike barely waited for a response. "I live on an island- Key Largo, and my mom and uncle run this boardwalk food hut- it's all Korean food- you've really gotta come and visit some time. I'd show you the whole island and you'd could try these mandu balls my uncle makes. They're stuffed with pickled meats or veggies, pretty decent actually."
He grinned and tried the hair ruffle again. He was partially successfully, his fingers only catching the twice. "What you think? Up for the visit?"
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