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Post by deimos on Jun 11, 2011 11:24:43 GMT -6
 deimos sighed, the sound filled with complications as he moved sullenly between the trees, next to invisible by the swathes of ebony shadows that engufled him, holding him in their darkness as he moved with his usual panther-like grace. he often came here, and the creatures knew of him. he cared little for the fact that this place was technically forbidden for students to enter - deimos had never been bothered by rules, regulations and limitations. he did what he want, when he wanted to. he went where he wanted when he wanted to. he was his own person, and he was always going to look out for number one first over everyone else - himself. it was a self preservation thing.
he was currently skipping one of his least favoured classes. potions. he'd never really enjoyed it, and though he could brew a potion perfectly well, he had never liked potions class. so on occasion he tended to skip a class every now and then. noone really cared for his dissapearances, they didn't chase him - they knew better than that. when he'd first started to duck out of classes here and there, proffessors had attempted to catch up on him. but when they came face to face with deimos' uncoporative, dissmissive, curt responses that he didn't care and he'd pass anyway, they simply raised their eyebrows and backed away.
deimos had always gotten great results anyway, thus proving that he didn't need to attend every lessons. and so proffessors left him be. he handed things on time too, so they could not really complain. deimos shook his head slightly, dispersing his plain, bothersome thoughts and in doing so, flicking the thick fringe of bronze locks that swept across his forhead and interrupting his green eyed, silver flecked gaze away. he paused beside a favoured tree of his - a grand old oak that he climbed on occasion, when he felt bothered. most of the time he used this space in attempt to become an anigamus, and he was slowly getting there. but now he felt no inclination to climb the tree, and merely paused to lean against the support of the tree quietly, consummed by thoughts.
image credit ; xio of untamed bloodlust [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by chasity on Jul 28, 2011 15:05:57 GMT -6
If one wanted to stay inconspicuous, to lurk in the background without being noticed and bothered, dying their hair a vibrant red was not the way to succeed in that goal. Even now, after having her hair red for nearly a year, Chasity managed to attract curious stares from many students as she passed by them in the halls. Most were new to Hogwarts: the little first years whose parents had probably forbidden them to dye their hair. After all, the brats were only eleven. They probably just thought she was a metamorphagus, but their wide mouthed stares were irritating nonetheless. Could they not just mind their own damned business? There was the skinny blonde second year with the bad case of acne standing in the corner with a boy who’d likely lose his attention on her within the week, staring at Chasity like she was the idiot. The Ravenclaw girl shot her a glare, daring the midget to say anything and give the redhead an unneeded excuse to curse her, but the girl turned away and wandered down the hallway to her next class.
Oh yeah. Classes. Maybe Chasity should head to hers at the moment… what was it, again? Defence Against The Dark Arts if she was remembering correctly, which she surely was. Such a monotonous class, really… nothing she couldn’t learn from a textbook in a locked classroom. Sure, there could be an issue or two If she missed five classes in a row, but one every few weeks didn’t matter, and she could deal with the infuriated words of that French professor if he realized she’d skipped…
Her mind made up, Chasity turned around and walked down the hall in the opposite direction as the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. She was rather mindless in direction, just wanting to be fall away from classes and learning and monotonous lectures as possible. Thank God that she was out of the school at the end of the year. The school had been filled with six long years of torture for her with nothing to do and very few perks. Thankfully there were only a few months left to put up with the teachers and mudbloods and other scum that filled the halls, forcing her to interact with them each day...
Somehow her feet carried her out of the school and across the grounds, to the forbidden forest that Chasity hardly thought as as forbidden as it seemed. Or rather, she didn't think it had reason to be forbidden. There was nothing within the forest that a decent witch or wizard could not handle, right? She came out here often whenever she just wanted some peace and quiet. The younger students were always too terrified to come out here, and the elders who did happen to come out didn't cross paths with her often. Today, however, appeared to be a little bit different. She only noticed him when she was a few metres away, wandering deeper into the forest. The familiar figure was leaning up against a tree, completely still, probably in thought. Normally Chasity would just wander on and pay little attention to another student, but not today.
"Tut, tut, tut, Salvador," she murmured loud enough for him to hear as she drew nearer, an amused smirk on her red lips. "Skipping class? Aren't you a rebel."
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Post by deimos on Aug 2, 2011 4:20:39 GMT -6
he knew she was there, he could hear her heading toward him despite the fact he was facing away from her. despite being in thought he remained alert, and as he caught the noise of her footsteps heading his way he smirked slightly. he knew who it was - who else would it be? who else would have come all the way out here, the dense of the forest, the fact that they should have been in lesson.
"Tut, tut, tut, Salvador," he heard her draw nearer and his smirk widened, he shifted against the tree, the rough bark cutting into his skin slightly but he ignored it. "Skipping class? Aren't you a rebel." he laughed, the sound deep, reverberating through his strong, musclar frame and he turned, rolling his shoulder slightly against the bark and looking at her. his eyes widened comically as he looked at her hair. deimos didn't usually get shocked, he was cool-headed, even when he was furious, but right now he was bored, and boredem equated to being annoying... and chasity just happened to be there...
"chasity .. your heads on fire!" he exclaimed, his eyes full of dark humour, though his face remained in that feign shock - oh he could be quite the actor, could deimos, and he grabbed his wand from his pocket, aimed at her and said "aguamenti!" flicking the jet of water toward her, not enough to soak her, but enough for her to at least catch some of the spray of cool water. again he chuckling, flicking his wand to cut off the spell though keeping it in his right hand should she go for a counter attack. he would call chasity a friend, yes, they were similiar in some respects.. though they did enjoy aggrivating one another, taunting, teasing.. but she was alright enough to hang out with. he actually liked her vivd auburn hair - not that he'd ever say it to her face, nor to anyone for that matter, but he did rather enjoy taking the micky out of it.
image credit ; xio of untamed bloodlust [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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