Oh yes...so fun on Elective Hall

Earl

April 23, 2005 11:27 AM

Oh yes...so fun by Earl

In response to Robbie, Earl looked around the room for people to throw at. "A couple of girls over there...that might be fun," he pointed over to where two girls were in deep conversation. "And there's a guy right there, but he looks like he'd get mad if we threw it...Let's see, hmmm..." he stopped.

A ways away he saw Asher Tallow with her dark hair, and pale skin. She kind of reminded him of Dione, but not really...it was hard to explain, even to himself. She was sitting next to a girl that Earl recognized from the Quidditch field, but forgot her name. He jabbed his thumb in Asher's direction.

"So...what about her?"\n\n

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Asher Tallow

April 23, 2005 12:21 PM

Gonna have to go look this up now...bleh. by Asher Tallow

Asher bit down on her cheek as Professor Dai Oni passed by again. Definitely a Dai Oni, she had decided not moments earlier. Most definitely one of the ice demons that lurks about, all straight backed and chilled. She planned to keep that nickname a mental one however, as some inside jokes are best kept between brain and thinker. Her eyes settled on one of the many posters on the wall, this one depicting some kind of colorful cloud cluster with beady dots of glowing lights. The movement was barely noticable, yet one of the glowing lights seemed to be growing.

She scowled at the poster and pointedly turned her head away from it. Just because one of the posters looked interesting did not mean in the least that Dai Oni's class would be interesting. To further demonstrate her vast disinterest in all things astronomical, she flipped over her paper and shoved it under her blotter. She shrugged into a slightly better posture, only half slumped as opposed to fully slumped over her desk top.

"I had figured this would be my favorite class, too," she mumbled half heartedly, "what with most of it being book stuff and looking through telescopes. Everything else seems hands on," she added miserably, disliking Dai Oni even more for having stolen away her one chance at a likable class. Her attempt at sitting straight fell through and she slouched flat over her arms. "What a great year this is going to be."\n\n

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Lily

January 18, 2007 5:26 AM

As could every girl. by Lily

Lily agreed. "It is interesting to learn about things from another perspective. It could actually be quite amusing." She went on. "I grew up in a total muggle environment to, even though my dad was magical. It's a huge challenge to used to the electricity-free lifestyle now that I like with him." That said, Lily wouldn't have traded living with her dad for anything. Life with her mother and grandparents had really sucked and simply having television and computers was just not worth it. Besides, her mother even tried to suck the fun out of that. Not that Lily had listened to her and didn't disobey her every chance she'd gotten. Things with her dad and step-mother were much better even without modern muggle technology.

Dillon's chuckles were contagious and Lily began to laugh herself. "I didn't. I was only three or four, but my mother did. Well, actually, if I remember correctly, she set me straight and then yelled at him." She wondered sometimes why her parents ever married. They had nothing in common beyond the muggle vs. magical lifestyles. Oh, that's right, Lily reminded herself. She wanted to exploit his magic for her own personal gain. .

She took a bagel that looked to be tomato and basil and said to Dillon. "That's okay. Not everyone is." Lily took a bite of the bagel and continued. "It's not real anyway. Doesn't matter if Divination is or not. The Eight Ball is merely a toy, you know. You can even ask it something totally silly."

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Connor

January 19, 2007 8:04 PM

Nope. by Connor

Pass-my-smelling-salts? Did rich old women really still do that? He could see Sadie Belle - she had made it perfectly clear, in the short visit connected with her unfortunately unsuccessful attempt to stop her daughter-in-law's dating, that she would never answer to Grandma or any other age-implying title - pretending to do that, but to do it for real...unless Anne's grandmother, Eileen, was another one with an actress complex. It would explain a lot if Eileen was one of those types and the single grandparent Anne shared with Gwen.

Connor had given up on really being mad at Anne's pretty cousin at some point, but not because he thought she'd been right. Being mad at Gwen was about as pointless as being mad at a little kid, and he wasn't a fan of wasting his time, even if he wound up doing it more often than not. Telling Gwen any of that, though, would make things worse even if he caught up with her long enough to say anything, and there was that he only cared anymore when he thought about it...or saw her...or saw Anne...or those twins...or the brat...

Yeah, the situation was definitely starting to get more than a little pathetic, not to mention old. Something had to be done about it, but he didn't know what, and had other things on his mind within seconds, anyway.

When Anne stopped talking, Connor sat staring at her for a moment, distantly sure he looked like an idiot. She could have been lying, but he doubted it, somehow. Anne had no reason to lie; he was a blip on her radar screen, not worth the trouble. Besides, it made a lot of things make sense, like Gwen taking him under her pureblooded wing. He decided not to think about the other Pierces at all, as that would just lead to panicky thoughts about getting killed. Panic was not good.

"Yeah," he managed, still trying to process what she'd said. "Lucky. Gwen never said anything I heard." If she'd been freaking out when they met, then she'd done a darn good job of hiding it. Not sure what he was supposed to say, he compromised by changing the topic. "What's that music, anyway? I've heard of Beethoven, but I don't know anything but Fur Elise." \n\n

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Amelia Smythe

October 17, 2010 5:36 PM

The future is... sandy by Amelia Smythe

There were times when Amelia resented being the second daughter of a family that expected their daughters to do nothing more than marry well and produce plentiful pureblooded offspring. What if she wanted to do something meaningful and important? She could see why Cynthia was so frustrated all the time.

On the flip side, there were times when Amelia delighted in her life and her lack of future options. She could randomly show up in a class she didn't even take, like Divinations, and nobody would bat an eyelid. She could fail all her classes if she liked (though she'd really have to try, as she was definitely above average in their yeargroup, and she'd skipped a year) and it wouldn't matter at all.

Today was one of those days when Amelia was content to be spoilt and beautiful. Cecily might argue about the second part, but right now she was just glaring because Amelia was daring to be in the class when she didn't even take it. Who cared? The medic was teaching, and while Amelia wasn't going to doubt her ability per se, she didn't believe that Rocamboli would throw her out of the room, that's if she even noticed Amelia wasn't supposed to be there. Cecily had noticed, but she doubted her sister would mention it.

Besides, this class sounded easy. If Cecily could do it, Amelia definitely could. To demonstrate, she poured a bag of fine, peach-colored sand over the desk and pointed her wand at it, idly considering her future and what it might hold. She looked away, something about not wanting to get sand in her eye, but then it occured to her she might want to see what was going on. So the blonde looked back at the moving grains, and squinted to see a picture or something in them. Then, all of a sudden, it became quite apparent what the sand was trying to show her. Quickly lifting her wand, Amelia watched in horror as the picture didn't fade. As she flicked her wand at the sand it finally scattered, destroying the image of what had clearly been Ian Grimm that had been there moments before. Hopefully nobody had seen that; Amelia wouldn't ever live it down.

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