~excursions; poppy

[laverne]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] Bennett wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing down at the lake; after all, it was quite chilly recently, and the wind off the lake made it no better. And Bennett hated cold weather. It more his own fault than anything that he was cold right now. A beanie and his normal leather jacket wasn’t going to keep him warm. All of a sudden, a thought hit him. He knew what would be perfect. He dug into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his lighter and flicked it on deftly. As his fingers warmed slightly, it shut off; he didn’t want to burn himself after all. He knew he could simply accio down some warmer stuff to wear, but he really didn’t see a point in doing so; he was going to head in for dinner soon anyway. He reached into his pants pocket for that small cardboard carton, and shook out a cigarette. He knew it was a bad habit, but the things were addictive. He dangled it between his lips, reached up to readjust the beanie on his head, and then cupped his hand around the slim white stick as he lit it. Taking a long drag off it, he felt his body relax. Oh, it felt so good to relax again. Teachers were shoving work down their throats and OWL’s were roughly six months away. God, he didn’t want to think about them. He had never been much of a brain, merely average. He was so glad to be done with damn Divination. It was a stupid subject, in his opinion. He preferred Charms or Transfiguration; they came naturally to him, and those were the two he put the most effort into as well, though school wasn’t his favorite thing in the world. Bennett became so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the small figure coming down the hill from the castle. He contently puffed on his cigarette, musing about the hardships of school and drama in general. Hogwarts had quite a bit so far; he wasn’t sure he wanted to see anymore.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] Dell/Poppy! (:
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this template was made by insert.name.here of Caution.

[poppy]

( THROW A S T O N E INTO THE S K Y )

& I T W I L L C O M E B A C K T O Y O U - - - - - - - - - - *

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beggars will beg, thieves will steal, and liars will bend the truth
&& IF YOU PICK A FLOWER YOU KNOW IT'S BOUND TO DIE
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As fall began slowly passing into winter, it grew cold outside of the castle, and as much as Poppy hated it, she was going to have to stay inside more than she did, because she honestly didn’t handle the cold well. Maybe it was because she lacked body fat to keep herself warm, or that she was small and lost heat quicker than most people, or just that she didn’t always dress according to the weather. Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. She loved going outside and being able to go where she wanted and not have to follow corridors and stay in certain rooms. Outside just felt freer. Of course, her dumb old cat would feel the same way, specifically after she had told him that he wasn’t allowed to go outside anymore because it was going to start getting very cold and she didn’t want to have a Popsicle for a pet. But did he listen? No, just as always, he went and did exactly what she had told him not to.

Once again, Poppy found herself running after her cat, grabbing whatever jacket was lying on her bed, and was probably doomed to freeze to death outside as previously mentioned. Frankie was glad she loved him or he’d have been gone a long time ago. He was moody, hated people, fat and old, and ran pretty fast despite this. She knew she was too lenient on him, but when he puckered his little pink nose and his fat face, she couldn’t help but want to squeeze him and never stay mad at him. The cat was sly, you could never deny that. “Frankie!” she shouted as the four-legged creature bounded outside, the people around her paying no attention, realizing who she was and how normal this was for her.

As fast as her little legs could carry her, she followed her cat down to the lake, slowing down once she realized that there was no where he could run off to. He wouldn’t go into the water and he couldn’t get off the grounds. Yet, he could still hide from her. With a sigh, she started looking for him, peering around trees and up branches until someone came into her line of vision. “Excuse me,” she said, her light voice coming out softly. “Have you seen my cat?” she started, pulling her sleeves over her cold hands slightly and rubbing them on her crossed arms for friction. “He wouldn’t so much like a cat, more like a big ball of brown, grey and black fur that hisses at everything it passes.”

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( T A G )
bennett/andy
( W O R D S )
435
( O U T F I T )
click here
( N O T E S )
it's fine, mine was too.
( C R E D I T S )
template by ITS TRUDS ?! @ caution 2.0
song by theo tamms
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[laverne]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] ”Excuse me.” Bennett looked over at the small girl, uninterested, but listened anyway. ”Have you seen my cat? He wouldn’t so much like a cat, more like a big ball of brown, grey and black fur that hisses at everything it passes.” He huffed lightly, a small smirk appearing on his face. He took his cigarette between two slim fingers and looked down at the girl. “Na’ I ‘aven’t seen your ball of fur.” He smirked once again, making fun of her in his own little way. He dangled the cigarette between his lips once more, and out of habit, rolled his lighter between his fingers. ”If I ‘ad, I sure wouldn’t ‘ave wanted it ‘round ‘ere.” He didn’t particularly like cats. They were moody; unpredictable. He shivered slightly at the nipping cold, and blew out the smoke from his cigarette out into the air, towards the younger girl. Simply coincidence, of course. ”Ya don’t mind if I smoke, do ya?” Honestly, even if she said she did mind, he wasn’t going to put it out. It was his own personal form of relaxation; he wasn’t going to just stop. He eyed her, trying to figure out who she was. He had seen her before, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. ”Little un’ got a name?” he asked, the signature smirk gracing his lips once again. He realized how much he towered over her, as he was a little over six feet ad she most likely was barely over five feet. He had to be honest with himself, the girl was cute, in her own little way, and Bennett was a sucker for green eyes. But of course, Bennett didn’t work like that. He never truly told a girl how he felt; he was used to lies or taunting, not truthfulness. He took another long drag on his cigarette and began to blow smoke rings, passing the time.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] dell/poppy
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this template was made by insert.name.here of Caution.

[poppy]

( THROW A S T O N E INTO THE S K Y )

& I T W I L L C O M E B A C K T O Y O U - - - - - - - - - - *

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beggars will beg, thieves will steal, and liars will bend the truth
&& IF YOU PICK A FLOWER YOU KNOW IT'S BOUND TO DIE
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As her eyes kept darting around to try and locate her precious pet, she couldn’t help but realize the reason why it smelt slightly when she had gotten closer to the water; the boy she’d approached was smoking. He wasn’t the first person she’d seen smoking on school grounds and he probably wouldn’t be the last, she’d even covered for a friend who had gotten caught and taken the blame for it, just as she always did. But that didn’t mean she liked it anymore than she did. “Well, if you see him, let me now, please,” she said, eager to get away from the smell she knew was seeping into her clothes. The thought made her tug her socks higher on her thighs out of habit. She was switching her clothes as soon as she got inside. Sure, the tights were thick and warm, but the gap of skin between where the socks ended on her thigh and her skirt started was getting cold.

At his question, her nose wrinkled slightly as the smoke blew into her face and she couldn’t help but inhale a bit. “No,” she said and held in a cough. “Not at all,” she added, taking the headband out of her hair and putting it back in to resist the urge to fan her face. Something in her mind was telling her that he didn’t actually care, but in the chance that he did, she didn’t want to tell him she didn’t care, and then fan her face. It seemed rather rude. She’d been raised to be as polite and civil to everyone she met, regardless if they did the same back. Her father said it was something about pride and being the better person, Poppy mostly just wanted to be nice and didn’t want people angry at her.

“Yes,” she said and looked up. Whoa he was tall. She was used to being short, she always had been, but she had to crane her neck back to look at him. “His name’s Frankie,” she explained innocently, blinking a few times to focus. “I named him after my brother because I got him after my brother left for Hogwarts his first year. I missed him a lot so my parents decided to get me a cat to keep me company.” And there she went, rambling on again to someone who had just asked her a simple question.

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( T A G )
bennett/andy
( W O R D S )
396
( O U T F I T )
click here
( N O T E S )
rawwrrrr
( C R E D I T S )
template by ITS TRUDS ?! @ caution 2.0
song by theo tamms
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[laverne]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] Bennett saw the girl make a face at the smoke; he wasn’t oblivious. She didn’t do much else though, besides fidget. She couldn’t stay still, could she? He smirked at the thought. It soon turned to a small smile as she continued talking about her cat. Frankie, was it? Interesting. “I meant you. You’re the little ‘un. Not that your cat isn’t the most interesting topic in the world…” He tacked on the sarcasm at the end. He knew she couldn’t be thick; a child would take notice, if not offense to his words. He chuckled softly, dropping the finished cigarette to the grass, stubbing it out with his toe. He flicked the white lighter on and off, a habit of his when he was bored. Fire intrigued him. “Wanna see something cool?” He didn’t wait for her response. He curled his hand into a fist, leaving a small hole where his fingers met his thumb and stuck the lighter inside, flicking it until fire was in his hand. Leaving it for a few seconds, he flicked his fingers out, letting the blue flame extend down his fingers and extinguish within two seconds. He grinned. He was a bit of a pyromaniac, but he knew how to control the fire, and to him it was a source of entertainment when there was nothing else to do. His fellow housemates found it odd; he knew, but really didn’t care. He looked down at her, pocketing the lighter in his leather jacket and stretched his arms slightly, awaiting the response of her name. He anticipated her retaliation for his sarcasm; in fact, he looked forward to it. He liked the teasing, it was a part of him, and he could provide quite a bit of banter, no matter if the person wanted to receive it or not. A bit immature, he knew. But hey, that was most teenagers.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] dell/poppy
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this template was made by insert.name.here of Caution.

[poppy]

( THROW A S T O N E INTO THE S K Y )

& I T W I L L C O M E B A C K T O Y O U - - - - - - - - - - *

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beggars will beg, thieves will steal, and liars will bend the truth
&& IF YOU PICK A FLOWER YOU KNOW IT'S BOUND TO DIE
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She couldn’t help but bristle at the comment. Yes, she wasn’t exactly average height, and she knew that, but she certainly didn’t need to be reminded of it by everyone. Honestly, it made her self-conscious sometimes; if that was what people noticed her for and pointed it out as a bad thing, maybe she wasn’t all that great? “Excuse me,” she huffed, quite offended. “I wouldn’t be so small if you weren’t-weren’t,” she fumbled for a second, trying to find a word. If she’d been anyone else she would have sworn. “So tall! And my cat is plenty interesting, thank you!” she finished, scrunching her nose and stomping her foot like a spoiled child. Oh, if her mother could see her now.

“And I’m Poppy,” she said. Perhaps if he hadn’t offended her and she wasn’t so cold she would have extended her hand to him to shake in greeting, but she didn’t feel like it. “Poppy Longbottom,” she tried a small smile, but she was still feeling hurt from his previous comment. She forgave rather quickly though. Everyone deserved second chances, right? Maybe he was just having a bad day or something. It was possible. Poppy had days when she wasn’t completely chipper either, but she still remained her little sweetheart self as best as she could.

Oddly enough, she couldn’t help but watch in slight fascination as the flame engulfed his hand. She’d never seen anything like it, but she couldn’t help but shift her weight from foot to foot and unconsciously let one hand lay on her scarred leg. Since her accident, she’d been antsy around fire. “Doesn’t that burn you?” she said, not entire sure if she should run or if she wanted to see more. She couldn’t believe he was handling the lighter like it was nothing. For a long time she didn’t want to get anywhere near a stove, let alone play with a lighter like it was nothing. Maybe he was crazy? Well, she shouldn’t judge, people always said that about her.

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( T A G )
bennett/andy
( W O R D S )
339
( O U T F I T )
click here
( N O T E S )
grrr
( C R E D I T S )
template by ITS TRUDS ?! @ caution 2.0
song by theo tamms
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[laverne]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] ”Excuse me. I wouldn’t be so small if you weren’t-weren’t,” Bennett smirked as she struggled to insult him. It all really was entertaining. “So tall! And my cat is plenty interesting, thank you!” He scoffed as she stomped her foot. “Miss spoiled are we?” he taunted, smirking openly at her. “And I’m Poppy, Poppy Longbottom.” Ah, that definitely meant she wasn’t a spoiled little kid. “Ignore that last comment then. You definitely aren’t spoiled then.” he ended the last word with a slight snort. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he completed his trick, gauging her reaction. He didn’t miss a thing. He saw her shift from foot to foot and the subtle movement of her hand to her thigh. “Doesn’t that hurt?” He chuckled quietly. Oh, such a naïve child. “Nope, it doesn’t. I mean, my hands warms for a moment, but because it’s over so fast, the flames don’t have a chance to hurt me. Then again, fire’s always been an interesting subject for me. The ferocity of it; the unpredictability. It’s a fascinating thing to play around with. But you’re not comfortable with it, are you?” he asked suddenly, turning his full calculating gaze to her. “You’ve been burned, am I right? I’m not stupid. Your subtle movements showed me. Your leg then?” He nodded to her thigh. “Accident, I presume?” He flipped the lighter between his fingers. He wondered what had happened to make her so apparently nervous around fire. “So, does this scare you then?” He casually flicked on the lighter, deliberately leaving it on, but not too close to her. It was more of a barrier between them; if she said it scared her, then he’s would be a decent enough person to turn it off. He wasn’t that cruel.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] dell/poppy
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this template was made by insert.name.here of Caution.

[poppy]

( THROW A S T O N E INTO THE S K Y )

& I T W I L L C O M E B A C K T O Y O U - - - - - - - - - - *

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beggars will beg, thieves will steal, and liars will bend the truth
&& IF YOU PICK A FLOWER YOU KNOW IT'S BOUND TO DIE
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Something about him was making her nervous, and Poppy wasn’t entirely used to the feeling. Embarrassed, sure, she was embarrassed all the time, but usually she just laughed it off because someone else did. But she was not laughing this off. His comment about her family took her a moment to figure out, but she was bristling after. “Not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth,” she said, using a euphemism she’d heard a few people use at the Leaky Cauldron. “Some of us have to earn our way.” Most people didn’t know it, but Poppy was proud of her parents, her brothers, and the things her ancestors had done, which was precisely why she wanted to be called ‘Poppy’ and not ‘Alice’ even though it was her given name. She had never felt she lived up to the name of her grandmother.

She huffed when he laughed at her, but listened nonetheless. It seemed rather crazy to her, that someone would play with fire even when it was clearly dangerous. Though the way he explained it, he was completely confident that he wouldn’t be burned, something that Poppy never was. “No,” she said in a small voice, softer and more hesitant than her usual sweet noise. She shifted under his gaze and answered unsteadily. “I was... burnt...” she breathed out. “You probably know that my mum owns the Leaky Cauldron,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I was helping out the summer after my first year,” she whispered. She had never liked telling this story, it made her uncomfortable and it was something she’d rather forget, and here she was, telling it to someone she barely knew. “I was making crème brûlée and using the torch we had and I.. and I tripped,” she paused, trying to do her best not to visualize it. “My entire pant leg caught on fire...” she reached down and pushed her sock down a bit to show the imprint the burn had left on her. “By the time my mum got me to St Mungo’s the damage was done, and I was going to have to live with a scarred leg... I haven’t worn pants since,” she finished with an uneasy laugh.

“Uhmm,” she mumbled and inched her upper body away a little without moving her feet. “A little... but erm... I use stoves and things so it’s not.. it’s not so bad.”

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( T A G )
bennett/andy
( W O R D S )
411
( O U T F I T )
click here
( N O T E S )
quack!
( C R E D I T S )
template by ITS TRUDS ?! @ caution 2.0
song by theo tamms
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