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Post by watson on Jul 27, 2011 11:39:34 GMT -6
  Stressed was the only way to describe Abi during potions that lesson. She’d never been particularly good at Potions but the Draught of Living Dead she has been trying to create went horrifically wrong causing her to cauldron melt to the point where not even the professor could repair it. This meant she would be forced to write home and ask for another or at least enough money to order one my Owl. She was not sure how she went wrong though she had heard her Professor muttering something about putting something or other in at the wrong time. She had no idea how she got into NEWT level potions or for that matter why she took it but she was beginning to regret the decision rather a lot. She was quite surprised when she had received her “E” at OWL and she was beginning to think her results must have been mixed up with someone elses because there was no way she should have been accepted into the NEWT level class. It was quite frustrating for Abi to struggle with anything. She was doing well in all of her classes and could have been excelling if she had put more effort in but with potions there was something she just didn’t get, no matter how much time she had spent in the library.
As a result it was a frazzled Abi that left potions that day. Her hair was sticking to her forehead from the steam of her melted cauldron it what could only be considered an unattractive manner and she had a frown on her face although not many people could see it since she was staring so intently at her shoes. All around people were hurrying to and from various classes and common rooms because lessons were over and this meant dinner and an evening of freedom or homework depending where your priorities lay. Advanced potion making was tucked under her arm and her quills shoved hastily into her bag as she had tried to leave as quickly as possible. Her cheeks reflected her embarrassment with a bright red colour that made her feel as if even her body was against her that day.
It was quite ironic then that the dim lighting and dull stone walls of the dungeon corridors matched her mood at that moment in time. She was ignoring pretty everyone around her, including her friends whom she promised that she’d meet later: she was not in the mood to interact with the general student population of Hogwarts. People were rushing past her, more concerned in their own lives and problems. Someone pushed past her and she shouted “Watch it!” at them, her usual temper flaring up. She didn’t know why this potion thing was bothering her so much, she usually didn’t give much thought or care towards school work and she supposed it was an accumulation of many things. Whatever the reason she had sunk into a bad mood and she wasn’t about to let it go anytime soon, not for anyone or anything.
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Post by MARLON COOPER DELANEY on Jul 28, 2011 21:20:45 GMT -6
Unlike the sullen and depressed Gryffindor, Marlon was having a rather good day by most regards. He had just finished his last class for the day, which had been Care of Magical Creatures. For anybody who knew anything about Marlon, it was his favourite class, although very few people actually know Marlon, and that's just the way he liked it. Marlon rather enjoys being in the shadows of others, free to roam and see what others don't want people to see. It was quite interesting the masks that people put on in front of others, in his opinion. It gave him a view that he wouldn't have otherwise been able to see.
Like many other Slytherins, Marlon headed for the dungeons where the common room was. As hungry as he was, something his stomach liked to remind him with a growl, Marlon did not have any intention of eating after having handling magical creatures. Although he may love the dear things to death, he wasn't so stupid as to neglect simple hygiene when it came to them. The very fact that it was dinner brought a slight skip to his steps. As his stomach was wont to tell him, he was hungry. Food was much welcome as soon as he cleaned up and put away his school things for the day. His good mood may have partially been due to the fact that he had yet to have a horrific vision. It was quite a welcome and refreshing change of pace since he had been having several horrible visions for the last few weeks.
So preoccupied with his thoughts and good mood that the young Slytherin failed to notice the presence of a familiar girl until it was much too late. Purely by accident, his shoulder bumped hers as they walked past each in the corridor. “Sorry,” he muttered, huddling his shoulders as if he hoped to hide his identity from her. Thankfully, by the looks of it, she seemed too preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice his presence. Marlon breathed a sigh of relief, although he gave a brief thought to the subject of her preoccupation before brushing it aside. If there was one person who he couldn't listen to, it was her.
It wasn't that he had decided to be mean. It had more to do with the fact that Watson knew of him prior to his life at Hogwarts, and that was something that he couldn't risk being known among the school. He was never going back to that life again. Never. Hogwarts was meant to be a new start for him. And it was people like her who could ruin all his hopes and dreams in one fell swoop. Marlon realized that he may be being more than a bit melodramatic, but every precaution must be taken to avoid even the awful possibility.
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Post by watson on Jul 29, 2011 11:12:46 GMT -6
She shrugged and muttered “whatever” turning back to her own path and own thoughts. It suddenly occurred to her that she thought she recognised the voice that had uttered the apology and turning round she narrowed her eyes at the figure that was hurrying away. Despite his hunched shoulders she thought she recognised the dark hair and the way the boy was walking as someone she had met before she had come to Hogwarts, in Wales when she was visiting some of her many extended family. In fact it was the hunched shoulders that made her almost certain it was him because he had a tendency to avoid her.
Some might find it strange, perhaps even offensive that someone tried to avoid them and ignore them so much. In fact Abi did feel like this. She had since the day she saw him arrive at Hogwarts during the sorting ceremony while she was in her second year and when she had tried to meet his eye and wave he...well it had failed and had left Abi thoroughly embarrassed in front of a lot of people. At first she was hurt and confused and at this point many others would have given up but it soon became a challenge to her to get him into a conversation with her. There was nothing she hated more than being ignored. This meant that despite her mood right now this was far too good of opportunity to miss.
“Hey Delaney!” She called, not caring that if it wasn’t him she would be very embarrassed. She took a step forward towards him and then another, speeding up her pace so as to reach him quickly before he had the chance to disappear. He was good at that. “Sorry I snapped. Its nice to see you again! How are you?” she said brightly, her words rushed as she drew closer to him, as if he was interested to hear what she had to say. After all this time of no change in attitude it seemed to her he really didn’t have an interest. She wasn’t sure what she had done to him or if she had done anything and from time to time she came close to asking. The only thing that stopped her was the fact she didn’t want to be vulnerable to someone who could be so cold. Instead she would talk to him every chance she got, insisting on saying hello and popping up in front of him all of a sudden whenever she saw him. She was aware this made her annoying but he already didn’t like her so she didn’t have much to lose and maybe one day as a result of her persistence he’d not ignored her and he’d talk to her. Maybe during this meeting right now. Maybe. Probably not.
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Post by MARLON COOPER DELANEY on Aug 3, 2011 17:51:08 GMT -6
Her quick and snappish response to his not entirely sincere apology indicated her sour mood, which made it much less likely that she would attempt to pursue him in response to his lack of acknowledgement of her presence. For that, Marlon breathed a sigh of relief. Her attempts to get his attention for the past four years has been nothing but thoroughly nerve-wracking for him. For the most part, he had been able to avoid her. Or if she had manage to get a hold of him, Marlon had been able to escape shortly after by distracting her or taking advantage of another distracting her. Thus far, it had worked well. Fortunately, it was something that he wouldn't have to deal with this time. He had managed to escape ever so narrowly... or so he thought.
Hearing his name being called and recognizing the voice, the young Slytherin felt a shiver of fear and annoyance. So despite hearing his name being called, Marlon continued to walk onwards, paying little heed to her. In the past, this tactic seemed to work for the most part. Unfortunately, it did not seem like that this would be the case today as her footsteps came closer and closer. Mentally, he groaned at his bad luck as she managed to catch up to him. To make matters worse, she was trying to start a pleasant conversation with him.
Despite her attempts, Marlon did not respond to her pleasant attempts at conversation neither did he relent in his fast pace, if anything, Marlon quickened his pace even more. His shoulders were still huddled if trying to hide himself from the Gryffindor even though her attention has already been caught. He was not about to give up hope on the off-chance that he might be able to lose her yet. Anything was possible if one tried and believed hard enough.
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Post by watson on Aug 9, 2011 12:45:47 GMT -6
She grumbled and muttered to herself as his pace speeded up. Why was this boy so stubborn? Well she was more so She was renowned among her family and friends for being this way: for not letting an argument drop even if she was wrong or letting her point go. She supposed it must be rather annoying to them but they still stuck around so they were obviously prepared to put up with it. Furthermore as the baby of the family she was used to getting her own way and right now this certainly was not the way she wanted things. She had the profound urge for a moment to stamp her foot and growl, rather like these werewolves she kept hearing about but she resisted the urge and instead took the moment to stop and watching his retreating figure.
It was obvious to her and probably to the surrounding crowd that the boy was clearly trying to ignore her. He pretended she had not heard her words: it was obvious in his lack of response, his body language and his entire demeanour. She put her hands on her hips, continuing to stare at his back. Maybe, she thought, just maybe if she pretended to have given up he might let down his guard, begin to believe he had won and then she could shock him into talking to her. She was even considering walking away and trying another day but she couldn’t wait that long to talk to him - patience wasn’t some she was blessed with.
So instead of turning around and walking around in the other direction like it would have been wise to she bounded forwards after him once more, this time not calling out after him. She pushed through the crowd, not bothering to apologise to anyone in her haste to catch up with him and ignoring the curses and shouts she got. It took her a few moments to reach up for him and this time instead of walking in step with him she raced past him, stopped in his path, her hands on her hips and a frown creasing her face. “Hey Marlon what is your problem?” She asked, something she should have done a long time ago instead of chasing after him all the time.
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