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Post by ana on Dec 12, 2009 14:06:04 GMT -5
*THIS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING NEW [/size]  BABY, I WANT TO BE ALL OVER YOU `[/size][/center] The wind tore at her, snagging locks of her hair and whipping them around. Groaning Analeigh brushed her hair away from her face with her free hand, the other hand occupied with the handles of a couple shopping bags. She hadn't expected the weather to get so crazy in such a short time. It had been beautiful this morning, when she had set out from the castle. A little bit chilly, nothing a winter coat couldn't handle, but the sun had been shining brightly down, with not a cloud in sight. As the day progressed the sky had darkened ever so slightly but Analeigh had thought nothing of it. It was winter, one couldn't expect perfect weather, and she had continued with her shopping. It was her mother's birthday soon, and if Analeigh wanted to get a gift to her in time, she had to buy it today. Now however, as Analeigh had been about to head back to the school the weather had changed rapidly, the sky stained an inky black, heavy clouds of snow making a tedious descent to the ground, tormented by the buffeting wind. And Analeigh was caught in the middle of it. There was no way she making the trek back to the school in this storm.
Glancing around Analeigh smiled in relief as she read the name posted above the closest store. The Three Broomsticks. There wasn't any better to place to wait out the storm. The Three Broomsticks offered shelter, warmth and butterbeer. Hurrying inside Analeigh couldn't help but grin as a wave of hot air brushed over her once she stepped inside, the door slamming behind her, shutting out the elements of winters. The pub was crowded, a wash of people and noise surrounding her instantly. She could see several students, as well as many of the town's people, all mingling happily. There was the murmured hush of conversation, a background noise to the occasional peals of laughter, the gruff chuckles that rose to the top of the noise, accompanied by the clinking of cutlery and glasses.
Perching on one of the tall bar stools Analeigh draped her coat over the back of the stool, her cardigan and shirt ample coverage in the heat of the bar. Drumming her fingers against the sticky bar Analeigh waited for the busy bartender to reach her, humming softly under her breath as she did so. Once the harried barman took her order of one butterbeer Analeigh thanked him with a smile, prying the cork of the cool bottle. Though the bottle sported a layer of dwey condensation the warm feeling that spread through Analeigh was far from chilly. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear Analeigh sighed in contentment. She was warm, and though the storm didn't show any signs of letting up soon she had no problem waiting. The only thing that would make this better would be a little bit of company.
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Post by blaze on Dec 28, 2009 21:23:26 GMT -5
Removing his reading glasses, the young dark haired man turned to look at the female who had took a position on the seat beside him. Slamming the book closed suddenly, Blaze Dolohov looked at his younger sister. His emotionless green eyes scanned over the female's pale face, "What is it?" His voice was cold, it had a sharp edge to it.
'I want something.' Arching an eyebrow at his sister's words, he remained silent edging her to continue forward with her words, 'I want this boy...a friend of yours." Nothing changed. His expression still remained curious, his movement was still and he didn't take the chance to blink his eyes. It was as if he was frozen on the spot. "No." Blaze stated his words slowly, attempting to imprint them into her mind. "The reason he is my friend is because he is like me. He is an asshole. He does not care how you feel, he will screw you over and when he makes a mistake he will leave you. Forget it Brooklyn. There are plenty of more boys out there who you can toy with, just not asshole's like my friends."
The hurt was evident in his sister's features but she nodded and took her stand without looking at him. She was upset, he could tell. He knew his sister all too well, he knew that she would go and still continue chasing after his friend even after Blaze had firmly told her not to, he knew that he would have to comfort her when she came crying with a broken heart and he knew he'd have to kick the living shit out of his 'friend' who had inflicted the pain. It was the same sad story.
Unlike Brooklyn, his youngest sister, Carina, he had been more edgy about. She was at the mere age of fifteen and firmly believed the world was hers for the taking, and any boy came along with that. She wasn’t as strong as Brooklyn, or as wise when it came to the male population of Hogwarts. At least, Brooklyn had experienced things that Carina had not, she knew things about boys that Carina did not believe and therefore, Blaze gaze more freedom to Brooklyn.
Once his sister had made her exit, Blaze sighed and turned his gaze to his watch, it wasn’t too late nor to early. He surely hadn’t missed much
Walking down the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade, the wind continued to smack Blaze on the face, the blows becoming more sharper and frequent. A typical winter’s day in Britain. This bloody country had never experienced a decent sunny day since the late 80’s! He needed to shelter himself from these strong winds before he was lifted into mid air by the force and strength of the Gail force winds. Where to go though? Turning his neck to the right, his eyes landed on ‘The Three Broomsticks’ Probably the most welcoming place he had seen all week.
Pushing the door open, Blaze strode over to the bar with an aura of confidence radiating of him. Feeling better without being slapped around the face by the sharps gushes of wind that awaited him outside the pub, Blaze approached the bar and ordered a fire whiskey.
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cause you’re awesome, ana
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Post by ana on Dec 29, 2009 3:49:58 GMT -5
*THIS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING NEW [/size] BABY, I WANT TO BE ALL OVER YOU `[/size][/center] Analeigh frowned as someone jostled her gently on the bar stood as they approached the bar, taking the spot next to her. Glancing over And blinked in recognition, easily placing the face of the boy next to her. Blaze Dolohov. One would have to be living under a rock not to know him. His reputation at school was the type that people whispered about, reveling in the scandal, all while checking over their shoulders to make sure he wasn't there to catch them at it. As a matter of fact, Analeigh had never actually had an encounter with the Syltherin boy, all that she knew about him gained from the multitude of rumors that floated around the halls of the school. She had no idea which stories weather any of the stories were true, or if they were simply tales, stretched out to amplify his persona and stoke his ego. Studying his face from the corner of her eye Ana judge from his self assured and confident expression that there was definitely a small grain of truth in those stories.
Flicking her gaze back to focus on the old pitted wood of the bar Analeigh listened as he ordered, wrinkling her nose subconsciously at his drink of choice. She had always loathed fire whiskey, since she first tried it, back at Beauxbatons. She hated the intense burn of the drink, the way it seemed to burn a raw path down her throat before settling into her stomach to boil hotly. Not to mention, thanks to her petite frame Analeigh had the most unfortunate tolerance for alcohol, and found fire whiskey too potent for her.
Reaching out for her own drink, a safe choice of butterbeer, Analeigh winced as someone jostled her once more, this time from the other side. The sudden movement cause her entire body to jerk slightly, and the hand that been about to grasp the bottle of butterbeer now knocked into the side, rapping against the cool glass. The force of the knock sent the bottle tilting, and Analeigh watched in horror as the warm liquid sloshed out over the surface of the bar.
Of course this would happen to her. For a moment Analeigh just ignored the mess she had created, closing her eyes shut and biting her bottom lip in frustration for a few brief seconds. Opening up her eyes Analeigh up-righted the fallen bottle, a good portion of it contents had emptied out on the bar, dripping steadily off the edge to the floor. That she could deal with easily, but she had to suppress a groan as she realized that some of the butterbeer had manged to spill of Blaze's clothing. "Oh, hell," Analeigh cursed, pulling out her wand, "I'm so sorry." Cleaning up the butterbeer from the counter and floor with a quick charm Ana hesitated as turned to Blaze. She wasn't sure what to do. Some people became hugely defensive with magic was used on them without permission, and Analeigh didn't want to stir up any trouble over something a little as a simple cleaning spell.
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Post by blaze on Jan 31, 2010 9:49:17 GMT -5
Holding his breath for a moment, Blaze allowed his eye lids to close, allowing him to think without being distracted by a single and simple movement. He needed to clear his mind, release himself from all the pressures and stresses of everyday life, and the three broomsticks seemed to be the only place to help him with that. Opening his eyes, the dark grey iris’s scanned the bar absentmindedly, just like they always did, before abruptly stopping on the freshly opened fire whiskey that was placed before him. Alcohol was the only thing except for sex, that helped him relax and just forget everything, literally everything, once he took one too many of the fire whiskey’s.
Lifting up his bottle, he took a small drink before placing it back down, and then he just looked at it. Was this the life he was going to choose? A life of complications and the only comfort he could find was from sex and alcoholic beverages. Blaze didn’t want to be like his father, if he could choose, he would never had chosen the life he led, the life that seemed so perfect from an on-lookers point of view, but to Blaze, he was living the hell everyone ran from. Yes, he did enjoy the attention women gave him, he did enjoy the freedom and rebellion he led at school, but it just wasn’t enough for him, he wanted so much more than that, but what?
Releasing a small sigh, he turned his head, only for a moment. In the split of a second, his day seemed to shift from bad to worse. A young girl, around Blaze’s age, had clumsily knocked over her butterbeer causing it to splatter all over the counter top and before Blaze knew it, he could feel his pants begin to dampen. What a lovely way to change ones bad mood.
Blaze took his stand, sighing under his breath, clearly not amused with the current situation. Turning his attention to the culprit, he stopped for a moment. She was gorgeous, and yet, Blaze hadn’t seen her before or at least that was what he thought. It was incredibly difficult to fight the smirk that was urging to appear on his lips. “I take it you’re not usually this clumsy?” He asked allowing a small laugh to escape his lips as he waited for her to use her wand. He silently looked at her, marvelled by her beauty. “I’m Blaze, Blaze Dolohov, and you’d be?” The slytherin asked rather curiously.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, ana
they’re all, cba checking
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ notes ”
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