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Post by PASCAL , on Jan 1, 2010 14:07:13 GMT -5
WHEN I WANT YOU , i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e [/font][/center][/color] It wasn't a harm to sit down by the pumpkin patch before breakfast, so why was Alyson Goyle stomping away from that very place? What some students didn't know, was that the patch was infested with the most annoying, biting little garden gnomes around. Alyson had been getting some fresh air before the day's activites. She'd had enough of the stale, hot air in the school, so a few minutes outside was exactly what she needed.
Alyson had gotten up earlier, as always, and was dressed in her Slytherin robes, which infact, she quite disliked, and left the silent and heated common room, not bothering to put out the fire, mostly because she simply forgot to. When Alyson found herself comfortable in her new clothes, she walked up from the dungeons and out into the bright corridors, that were also silent, but from time to time, there were faint wails from the Slytherin House Ghost; The Bloody Baron, whose sounds were rather frightening.
When Alyson eventually reached the lovely and glorious sceneries of the Hogwarts Grounds, Ayson sat not very far from the actual school, sitting herself down comfortably by the pumpkin patch. And after only a few minutes, Alyson was attacked by the most forotious and angry garden gnomes she'd ever come upon. After a bite from her left cheek and her neck, Alyson stormed back inside, red in the face and her footsteps as loud as an elephants. She passed a group of Slytherins, one of whom asked what had happened, and Alyson merely replied with 'Friggen gnomes!' and was off again.
Stumbling into the Great Hall, Alyson held her bleeding face and sighed, standing just by the door and staring into the Hall, where everyone was sitting down next to their friends with tired eyes. It was obvious that Alyson was pissed at something, that her friends seemed oblivious upon. The teachers were just settling down, and there were never any announcements at breakfast. No-one really ate this early, so they would, instead, seek out their split up friends in other houses. Alyson took no part in this, and instead, was hiding her face with her bloodied hand.
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 1, 2010 14:47:53 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- It was just too friggen early. Chris groaned ran his fingers through his messy cropped hair, and stared up at the stone ceiling. There were already some early bird Gryffindor students running up and down the staircase of the boys dormitory, trying to get the first batch of eggs from the Great Hall. Chris rarely got up early. Actually, never got up early. He was usually one of the last boys to go down for breakfast- usually missing it -and getting to classes. But today was apparently an exception. He rolled out of bed heavily and sprayed himself with water in the tiny showers, brushing his teeth soon after. He pulled on those typical robes, and set off down the stairs.
Chris acknowledged some guys he knew, that were huddled around the entrance of the Great Hall. They were pretty shocked to see Chris up so early, obviously knew he wasn't a morning person. Chris shrugged it off and trod toward the Great Hall, almost blinding by the light shining through the huge windows around the room, seeping through the entrance. He winced quietly and looked around breifly, before spotting a boy he knew from potion's class. "Ah, what the heck.." He whispered to himself, knowing this boy wasn't the type of guy to be seen around him.
As he started walking toward that freckled Weasley, he caught the site of a lonley Slytherin cupping her cheek, looking pretty pissed off. Slytherin.. Weasley.. Slytherin.. Weasley Chris contemplated in his head. After a breif thought, Chris made his way over to the girl, rolling his sleeves up to the elbows, sighing heavily. He was only a few feet away from the girl that he wished he had chosen that Weasley boy. She was a Slytherin for crying out loud. She's probably doing this for attention.
Nice going Chris He growled in his head, almost groaning as he reached the girl. Then he saw the blood. Crap. She wasn't faking. After a long silent hesitation, Chris spoke in a low, blunt voice. "Hi."
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Post by PASCAL , on Jan 2, 2010 12:35:52 GMT -5
WHEN I WANT YOU , i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e [/font][/center][/color] Her entire face was going mumb. Jeez! A girl sitting opposite Alyson was noticing, but she only gave Alyson a rather dirty look before drinking from her goblet, looking a little too proud of herself. A typical Slytherin for you. The truth was that Alyson rarely spoke to her Slytherin peers. She preferred anyone else. She liked the real people, who were decent. But she was alone in that. Every other Slytherin were the steryotype of their heritage. High-nosed, popmus idiots. Alyson glanced at the girl and managed to give her a rather rude gesture with her finger. She turned away instantl, not giving her action a second thought. She grabbed a spoon off the table and looked at herelf in the bad reflection of the metal. She sighed as she pressed her fingers against the small wounds on her cheek, and moaned when blood trickled out and down her face. She was beginning to get annoyed with this. Her face still hurt, but her annoyance for her loss of blood was really the problem.
Alyson snatched a napkin from the table and dropped her spoon onto the ground. This was getting rediculous. Alysn seemed to have butter fingers for some reason. Maybe she was afraid someone would see and make a scene of it, maybe she'd faint from all the blood she was losing, but maybe it was because a boy was watching her. He was a Gryffindor. He was beautiful. Alyson looked away from him and picked up her spoon, trying to fix her face up. By now there were purple dots over her cheek. She sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win this.
Then, as she dabbed her face with the napkin, the boy addressed her. She knew his namke, but that was about as far as their relationship went. She knew Chris McLaggen saw Slytherins as pompus low-lives. And he was right. But about Alyson? Maybe, maybe not.
He spoke to her. One word, but even his voice was lovely to hear. She was so pathetic whenever she saw such beauty that stood before her. She met Chris's dark eyes, with a puckered brow. She flung the spoon away and tried wiping her face again, trying not to look like a circus freak. "Hi .." she replied, breathing out, and only then ealizing that she was holding her breath in. The seconds ticked past, and Alyson's cheeks burned. "Can I help you..?" She asked, ad she sounded friendly, more than a typical Slytherin. She even cracked the smallest of smiles for him. status ! done tags ! chris mclaggen notes ! -- credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 2, 2010 13:55:02 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- He felt uncomfortable. The.. beautiful girl clearly didn't want his help. Should he walk away, and make himself look like more of an idiot? Or stay and get 'rejected' by this Slytherin. He sucked in a breath and stepped a little closer to her. Since she was bleeding, it'd be a little harsh to just leave her on her own to tend to herself. He was a little older than her- he could tell by height, so he might aswell help. Chris rarely helped the younger kids, usually just had a laugh about how they got into a state like they were, but when the students were quite hot, he couldn't help but step in. Ignoring the screams of regret in his head, Chris sat next to the girl on the bench.
First thing he heard was a few gasps and giggles of this group of girls in the cornor. Again, he ignored them. They were probably just in shock that Chris McLaggen was talking to a Sixth Year Slytherin. Oh well. Screw them. "I was just.. wondering if you.. needed some help." Chris stuttered. Why was he so nervous? Normally when he spoke to a girl, he'd pretty much flaunt everything, be upfront and flirty. Now he was just as shy as the ladies he talked to. Pathetic.
"Thats a nasty bite.." Chris almost winced, seeing the harsh cut from under the napkin. He recognised the size and depth of the bite from past experience. Gnomes. His mother and father had kept a pumpkin patch, back in their garden in London, and poor little Chris used to get bitten by them everytime he ran down there. "Friggen gnomes, hey?" Chris asked with a sigh, feeling a bit less enclosed. Then he saw his knee bouncing. Great. He did this when he was nervous, or shy, or what not. What was so special about this stuck up Slytherin? Well.. she wasn't exactely stuck up. Usually by now, a Slytherin girl would have got up and walked away, maybe give Chris a whack on the face for 'invading their privacy'. But this girl.. she was something different. Surprisingly.. a good different.
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Post by PASCAL , on Jan 2, 2010 14:16:08 GMT -5
WHEN I WANT YOU , i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e [/font][/center][/color] Strangely enough, now, she was sort of greatful for the gnome to bite her. A boy who was both something to look at, and a gentleman. They were hard to find, and yet, here was one standing infront of Alyson. She jerked her head to the side, hearing the girls behind her giggling and whispering to eachother. They were grinning, and glancing frequently at Chris. Alyson couldn't blame them, but natead of seeing to his 'fans', he sat down next to her. Oh god! She'd never had that much luck with men, but had had a lot of meaningless flirts with them. Alyson was fragile in a way that it was hard for her to trust someone. She'd been beaten and battered down before because of a boy, and had lost her faith in them.
Alyson felt herself blushing. She looked at the Gryffindor up and down. He was utterly perfect. Everything that Alyson loved. The tanned skin that almost looked copper, the choppy jet black hair. The glorious dark eyes. How could Alyson have been so lucky? She then registered his ripped body and looked away instantly, but her eyes nearly popped out from her skull. God! She saw him, and noticed that he seemed a little hesitant, and was he bashful? How? Alyson had seen him flirting effortlessly with other girls. Why was she any different. It was stupid to think, but was this the effect that she had on him? And he was unmissably sweet to her. She drew her napkin away and looked down. She was afraid aswell. Anything she did was being monitored by him. She knew his dislkike for Slytherins. She would have begged for him to accept her, but she didn't want to risk humiliation. But the throbbing in her cheek had already done that. "I can take care of myself," she mttered quickly, being her stupid, stubborn self.
Alyson had licked a fresh cloth and was gently pressing it to her face. What she would give for some clean water. She hid her mark again, and with the cloth, wiped blood from her wrist. And then, he spoke her words. 'Friggen gnomes, hey?' And she shifted around, swinging her legs over the bench so that she faced the young Gryffindor directly, turing her back on her so-called 'fellows'. "I know ... they're sneaky little bastards," she said, looking down in embarrasment, but she was smiling. Then, she looked up again, and she looked slightly more healthier. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, but the left side of her face was slightly bruised. "Does it look bad?" She asked, pointing to her face, biting her lip as she did so.
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 2, 2010 15:38:03 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- This Slytherin was so unpredictable. She was obviously shy around Chris, and those girls probably wern't making matters better. Chris, being a typical man, couldn't help but watch her swing her legs over the bench. She really was quite gorgeous, not dripping in make-up like the other big headed Slytherin girls, but pretty.. natural. Chris didn't exactely mind those types of girls, but he always knew the make up was a cover up to the true side of their personality. Whereas this girl had a sort of gentle feel about her. It was so weird to think, even though he had just met this girl and almost hated her from afar, he thought she was special.
Then he realised he didn't even know her name. She definately wasn't a well known girl. Well at least not to Chris. He hadn't seen her before in his entire life at Hogwarts. Clearly, from experience, she was the quiet type. Although she was pretty much in a conversation with Chris. As she lifted her head, Chris first got the wrong idea, and apprently so did those girls. They gasped quietly at the head tilt.
"Does it look bad?" She asked, pointing to her face, biting her lip as she did so.
Chris watched her teeth pulled in her lip- she was definately as nervous as he was. With the lightest touch, Chris tilted her chin sideways a little, to inspect the bite. "Looks damn painful. But you still look beauti-- fine." Chris stuttered. She didn't hear it. She didn't hear it. Oh fuck. She heard it. Chris was officially a dork. He had just almost told a stranger she was beautiful, even though she had a huge black bruise on the apples of her cheek.
He quickly removed his hand from her chin and ran his fingers through his cropped hair shyly. "So er.. I'm Chris." He introduced himself, after the unexpected act of affection. He held out his hand, with a half smile on his face. His cheeks tinged with a rosy blush under his copper skin.
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Post by PASCAL , on Jan 3, 2010 12:46:27 GMT -5
WHEN I WANT YOU , i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e [/font][/center][/color] She saw and watched him as he watched her. She could fee his eyes scanning her. Like he was studying her apperance. Alyson looked away, feeling rather exposed. Like she was naked infront of him. Ad at the thought, she ran her hand down her school dress, just to make sure that she was covered up nicely. And she let out s short, sharp sigh before bruching her loose curls from her face, tucking her locks behind an ear.
And he was still looking at her. What was he looking for? Why was he looking at her that way? But Alyson didn't bother to answer any of those questions. She liked it. She also liked his beautifully toned skin. It shimmered whenever his arm came into contact with the window's light. The only way Alyson could comare him, was to that strange protector in the forest, watching you from a distance. It was rediculous how much Alyson compared things to fantasies. She sometimes wished that she lived in the fairytale's she'd read about.
They were opposites. Complete opposites. They shouldn't have even been talking to eachother, let alone sitting and smiling to eachother. And once again, Alyson suddenly thought of Romeo and Juliet, and her inagination was taking over. God, she was such a hopeless romantic. And there was no hope for her to recieve the love of this boy. But his touch was something she'd never felt before. It was soft, not what she was expecting from those large hands. And he was careful, also something she wasn't expecting. She didn't know what to do, but obey. Alyson had to tear her eyes away from his. She probably looked like an obsessive zombie.
"Looks damn painful. But you still look beauti-- fine."
Her blue eyes shot back to his, and she smiled weakly. Not so much of the almost-compliment, but the fact that he blushed afterwards. He looked quite sweet and adorable. "Umm ... thank-you," she muttered, not really sure how to respond. And then, the intro's came along. Of course, Alyson knew Chris. But still, she took his hand in her clean one and shook it for a few seconds, "Nice to meet you, I'm Alyson." She said, cringing when she said her name. How she despised it.
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 7, 2010 17:46:52 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris blocked out the distant chatter of students inside the Great Hall and listened to the sweet shrill of her voice. Alyson's voice, as she introduced herself. A gentle warmth filled his stomach. How pathetic. He had freakin' butterflies. Alyson. Alyson. Alyson. It was a.. gorgeous name. At least he could confirm he'd never heard of her before either. He nodded with a smile and shook her hand lightly, but strangly, not wanting to let go of it. Could he..? No. Of course not. Chris shook the thought out of his head. She was a little Slytherin girl. There was no way he could like her like that. But then again, oposites attract.
Chris cursed himself in his head. He was so damn stupid. All these random, crazy thoughts flooding his mind. He had only just met this girl! So what if he had butterflies when he took her hand in his and shook it as a friendly gesture. So what if he couldn't stop looking into her beautiful ocean blue eyes. So what if he was falling for this Sixth year Slytherin. Chris plucked up his courage- well what was left of it -and spoke. "Nice name." He mumbled in a low voice, adding a wink at the end. He was trying to bring back the old, non-smitten Chris. The Chris that was still avalible for raunchy swings, and not crushing on Alyson.
The wink alone caused those girls to giggle and shuffle around in their place. They'd most likely been watching the two ever since Chris stepped down into the corridor. Typical. "This may sound weird.. Alyson, but.. you're not like other Slytherin girls." He sighed, folding his rms across his chest, leaning back into the stone wall. "Normally your roomies would've stormed off in a huff. I um.. like talking to you." Chris shrugged, feeling his cheeks darken.
Chris kept on.. losing himself. One second, he was silent and smitten, next he was up-front and cocky. Either way, he was losing this flirt. She was clearly not interested, and Chris was running into a dead end.
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Post by PASCAL , on Jan 8, 2010 13:43:02 GMT -5
WHEN I WANT YOU , i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e [/font][/center][/color] Could Alyson really take this guy seriously? What in the world must've drawn him to her? And then her painful face reminded her of how she was different from everyone else. And it also had to do with the fact that she was one of the first faces noticable in the Great Hall. But seriously, how could Alyson even consider that she would be good enough for Chris. Obviously she felt something between them, and Alyson was aware of Chris' charm and ability to flirt. But why would he target her? Especially when she's in a state like this. And he'd probably have a girlfriend. Maybe two if he was that good. Would Alyson even want a man who was a player? Probably not. But she was practically melting for him. There was a small part of her mind, the sane part, that was bombarding her with good questions. What was going on? Why was he looking at her like that? Would those girls not shut up? Why did she have this sudden need for him?
And then he winked, and suddenly, all the electricity between them seemed to be fading. Alyson's smile faded, and though it should have set her in hysterics like the examples behind her, it seemed to make her feel disappointed. She must just be another prize to be won. An object of Chris' desire that he would throw away when he got bored. Alyson knew the type. She'd been down that road, and was never going to risk it again, no matter how heart-breaking it was to see someone so unbelievably perfect, like Chris. It was an advantage he had, and he knew he had it. Alyson looked down and sighed, biting her lip. She looked as if she was thinking carefully about how to word a sentence. Then, after a few moments, she looked back up at him, with a rather blank expression. "Listen, I know that you've got a reputation, but I don't want anything to do with it ..." she stated flatly, tearing her eyes away from Chris. She wiped her hands with the cloth and dumped it onto the table before looking, again, to Chris. "I know what you're like, and that I don't matter, but think about this. Pay attention to other people's feelings for once, because they matter just as much as your own."
She didn't know why she'd turned so bitter, but she guessed. She didn't want her heart to be splattered over hell again, and Chris seemed like an easy way to get there. Chris seemed nice, sure, but Alyson had learned to expect more than meets the eye.
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 31, 2010 17:46:11 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- Shit. Shit. Shit. Chris McLaggen was officially a dickhead. No doubt. He needed to get things sorted. Back on track. "Woah, woah, I'm sorry." Chris panicked, shifting in his seat. He wasn't going to blow it. "It's just.." He slowed, trying to find the right words. "Old habits die hard, huh?" He shrugged, a crooked grin on his lips. His eyes were squinting, almost wincing. He was doubting his crush. Why? Was it only a simple crush? Maybe that's what scared Chris. Maybe he just wasn't ready for something as big as love. Nevertheless, he'll take a chance. What has he got to lose? A reputation? Screw that. He'd kill to have that reputation wiped off his name. He didn't wanna be the guy who slept around with girls instead of getting to know them anymore. Maybe this girl would accept that. This girl wanted to accept that.
He sighed heavily, thinking a little too quickly. "Look, theres the Valentine Ball soon, right?" He asked Alyson, bowing his head for his eyes to be level with hers. Those gorgeous pools of hazel. He almost lost himself. "Do you, uh.. wanna go with me? G-Get to know each other I mean. Y-You don't have to, I just-" He rushed out his words, spilling them everywhere. She won't wanna go with you now, asshole. He was such a loser. A complete and utter joke. Well he can't take his words back now. Poor kid was officially screwed.
If she said no, Chris could take a hint. Or a gesture. Or a blow to the friggen heart. He'd just.. leave her? Leave her to tend to her own bleeding cheek and her own life. He'd probably screw it up anyway. If she said yes, maybe she was giving off a different hint. Or she just felt sorry for him. Damn. He was screwed. He bit his lip lightly and looked down. Almost like a puppy. How stupid. He spoke to his lap. "Sorry if it's too soon. I just.. I don't wanna take anyone else." It was the truth. Up until now, no one had made the cut to be Chris's date for the ball. Alyson ticked almost every box. She just needed to say yes.
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Post by PASCAL , on Feb 7, 2010 11:33:30 GMT -5
WHEN I WANT YOU , i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e [/font][/center][/color] She saw the panic in his eyes, and suddenly she was the one who felt like a complete idiot. How could she be such a bitch? Slamming on him like that. It was unlike her. But maybe the loss of a piece of her heart added a new layer of touch skin to her. It would obviously feel hard to trust anyone again. But this guy didn't deserve this. Chris, although cocky and sometimes a complete arse, seemed purely sweet. And then he smiled. It dazzled Alyson right into blindness. There was nothing more breath-taking than that smile. And she felt her own lips pulling into a small smile of her own, and even though her skin pinched at her cheek, she hardly felt the pain. His smile somehow made things all better, and every little problem just vanished, even those gasping girls who were most likely also taken aback by Chris' smile. They were the only two left. And it was nice.
Then the mention of the one day that was dedicated to love came through Chris' voice, and Alyson's smile was replaced with surprise, and even fear. She wasn't even going to think about going to the Valentine's Carnival, she didn't want to, even though she'd already had one or two offers. This had come right out of the blue and smacked her across the face. Owch. But then he began to sutter. He was suttering! Hell just froze over. And Alyson's smile reappeared with sheer delight. She was even supressing a laugh. She raised her hand to Chris' mouth and placed her finger over it, stopping him from speaking anymore. She may be a little anti-social, but she wasn't exactly shy. "I'd love to." She said to him before lowering her hand down to her lap. The stinging in her face had gone, but she would need to go to the Hospital Wing soon anyway. She'd be in deep shit if she woke up the next morning a midget gnome.
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