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Post by crayonz on Jan 5, 2010 2:15:14 GMT -5
 
"Ahh damn!" Cassandra whispered. She had just dropped a ton of books from the library shelf. She bent over to pick them up putting them back in alphabetical order. "H goes before Y, and T goes in the middle...." she said to herself trying to concentrate on the order the books went in. However, the books were not in her favor and continued to fall. It was night fall and if she kept on dropping books she was sure a Prefect or even the Head Boy or girl would hear her. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' she thought to herself. Cassandra was secretly a reader and late at night she would try and find a good book to read.
However, today the books and shelves decided to teach her a lesson. A small draft flew through the air, 'Jeez, it's cold.' she thought zipping up her jacket and shoving her feet even deeper into the warmth of her slippers. Her T-shirt, and pajama pants were quite loose, which was worse because the wind blew through her clothing. Cassandra turned around and tried to see if anyone was here. She thought she saw someone, and tried to drift into the shadows. Obviously that plan wasn't going to work. So, she pulled the hood over her head to try and prevent from whomever she thought was here of seeing who it was.
"Hello?" Cassandra whispered faintly and weakly. She was hoping it was just a fellow classmate trying to pull a prank on her. But, Cassie just couldn't let out the sound at the moment. "Nice going Mrs. Courageous." she muttered to herself. Then, she remembered the books, if she didn't put them back someone was bound to know she was here. Cassie glided over to the books quietly, turned her back to the stranger and attempted to place the books back in order. However, she could feel the eyes of someone looking at her burning in her back.
"Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it." she said calmly. Cassandra still could feel it, her brain told her to stay focused and not turn around, but her heart told her to admit it, it wasn't worth the trouble.
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Post by marcus on Jan 5, 2010 2:54:06 GMT -5
It seemed that once again Marcus could not sleep. What was becoming of his life? It seemed all he ever did now was plan. Plan, plan, plan, plan, plan. Wasn't there time for any fun? Oh of course not! Fun had left his mind years ago along with his mother on the old oak floor of his first home, the home that he couldn't remember anything of except the floors and the body that laid on them. His thoughts were always plagued with it, the image of the motionless body, left un-scarred, undamaged. That was in the physical sense, in the mind and soul since she wasn't there anymore, fading from this place and into a world beyond which he desperately sought after his whole life.
He made his way out of the dungeons has he thought, and up into the Library on the forth floor. It was quiet as usual on the way up, no one trailing him to find out what he was doing after hours. His plan was simple enough. Just walk in, find the book he wanted, and return to the comfort of his four post bed. He zipped up the Slytherin hoodie he was issued at the start of the year. It was quite comfortable and warm, but his pants thin, and his legs grew cold from the wind that billowed into the cold castle.
He pushed open the oak door that lead into the Library, checking behind him once again to make sure he wasn't followed. He hadn't taken no more than two steps when he heard the crashing of books. It made him chuckle a bit. He had troubles with the books this late too, mostly because he was plagued by insomnia, and his thoughts wandered quickly. He made his way over to the source of the noise, but quickly hid behind a bookshelf as he saw the cause of the mess. It was a girl, a Gryffie. Oh great, he thought, just what I really need right now. He had already had his fill of them today, thanks to the newest addition of a rumor about how he stabbed a boy in the bathroom. He watched her carefully, waiting to see what he should do.
She called out to see if anyone was there, and there was someone, but he didn't want to be seen yet. He heard her disregard it too herself and he finally stepped around the bookcase and into her sight. 'Well, well," he said, his thick Liverpool accent hanging out over his words, "A little late to be making a mess isn't it?" He looked down at her like she was nothing, his eyes cold and glazed over from the plaguing lack of sleep.
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Post by crayonz on Jan 5, 2010 3:12:19 GMT -5
"Oh merlin's bloody pants!" Cassandra yelled. It wasn't loud enough to wake anyone up, but it was quiet enough to let someone know she said something. She looked at the boy, he looked around her age maybe a year younger. Her eyes looked up and down trying to collect some information in the bleak darkness. Cassandra looked at his sweatshirt, and rolled her eyes. The look her gave her made her furious, the look that was used to make one feel lower in social and popularity status than everyone. That look that said "Your nothing." Cassandra wasn't going to take that. She had no problem with Slytherin's, but most of them acted like jackasses. "Oh shuddup," she told the mysterious boy "Like I need anything from you at the moment."
'Goddamned bloody Slytherins.' she grumbled under her breath. She could have easily gotten along with the boy, and he hadn't just did what he did. She started to put the books back up, what in the hell was happening to the school, and well... everyone. It was out of control, and these house rivalries were ridiculous. "Anyways, shouldn't you be doing something useful? Other than standing there like an idiot?" Cassandra didn't dare look at him. She had enough crap for the day, and way to many problems. And she wasn't going to let some puny little sixth year push her around like a doll. She might have a cute little dolly face, but she isn't going anywhere without a fight of any type.
However, it was too late for a duel, and really fighting would win her nothing, that boy was young and stupid, just like herself when she was in sixth year. Thinking she was the older, bigger, better one than everyone else.
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Post by marcus on Jan 5, 2010 12:39:51 GMT -5
Marcus chuckled a bit as she was startled. It had been awhile since he had really made contact with a random stranger, especially one that wasn't in his own house. He leaned up against the bookshelf, watching as she still collected the books, eying up ever few moments to try to make out a bit of his image in the dark library. Seems though she had found her excuse to hate him already as she already snapped back at his little comment. "Well excuse me for trying to cut in a little midnight humor." he said, as he now crossed his arms. Yeah, it was humor, but funny way of showing it. The years had worn Marcus down to almost nothing but a cold shell, though part of him fought to maintain his mother's side, he was starting to to turn out into nothing more than a carbon copy of his father. His stomach churned at the thought of it and he slung the thought out of his mind like rotted garbage.
He watched again as she mumbled something under her breath. He figured it had something to do with him, and use to it, ignored it for the time being. It was only till the rumors were brought up that he snapped, but he felt like she might not have had any partake in those things during her stay, but he could be wrong. He hated how everyone automatically judged him for the Slytherin robes and the way he seemed not to talk to anyone. Deaf, mute, stupid. Those were just some of the names he was called. His thoughts snapped back though as she spoke once again, and rather hatefully too. He sighed a bit, but tried to hide it. "Well, yeah, I was here to find a book, walked in, heard the noise, came over to check it out." he told her as he watched her struggle, or so it seemed int he bleak darkness.
"Here." he said pulling his wand out. "Lumos" he whispered, the end of his wand lighting up to cast light into the small book isle. It gave away his image better. Messy jet black hair, cold green eyes that begged to be warmed once again. That was Marcus for ya. He bent down and started helping her pick of the books. Maybe by this he could tell what she was like. Sometimes you had to become you enemy, to actually know them, and he like that sometimes, this being nice or whatever they called it. He wasn't mean, nor the attempt to be, but if you walked a mile in his crap, you'd understand too why he gets aggravated easily.
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Post by crayonz on Jan 5, 2010 19:19:15 GMT -5
'Humor, pfft.' she thought. Really, she didn't understand how someone could be so..., cold. And she hadn't said a word to him when he looked at her that way. That's what pissed Cassandra off. "Oi," she started "You might want to work on your humor." Cassandra smirked. She watched as he helped her reassemble the books. She yet again tried to concentrate on which order the books went into. "W goes before X, And J goes before that while H goes right after that." she muttered. "Lumos,' the boy had muttered. "Thanks." she said while smoothening her jacket. Cassandra grabbed the wand from his hand. His hands were freezing, she wondered where he could have been. And, he looked drained. "Well, umm let us start over yes?" she said meekly. "I'm am Cassandra, or Cassie, Thomas." she said. Attempting to ready herself for the cold chill of his hand, she held out her hand.
NOTES Haha, I know it would have been epic! Oh BTW, sorry it sucked so much I have to take my dog out. I promise my next post will be longer.
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Post by marcus on Jan 5, 2010 21:54:43 GMT -5
Marcus gave a slight chuckle as she commented on his humor. "I will." he told her as he started to help her place the books in alphabetical order on the shelves. He heard her mutter the letters under her breath and kinda chuckled at it. It was rather cute. Wait...WHAT WAS HE THINKING! He shook the thought out of his head quickly as he continued to help her place the books back in order. She took the wand and held it above them to still give them light. After a few short minutes, the pile had become almost done, and thats when he heard her speak again. "Well, umm let us start over yes?" he heard her say, and then introduced herself to him, her hand outstretched, waiting for him to complete the greeting and gesture. He stopped from the books and place is hand in hers, shaking it softly. "Marcus, Marcus Harding." he told her. Yes, Marcus Harding, the boy who was sent to Azkaban the summer of his 2nd year, the same one that stabbed the helpless boy int he bathroom. He was a mute, a deaf, and a dummy to the social world, but none of those things were true at all.
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Post by crayonz on Jan 22, 2010 1:13:26 GMT -5
Cassandra turned to Marcus. "I've heard about you!" which was true, but she hadn't heard much just his name thrown around a bit. She still continued to re-organized the books. "How cute." she heard him think. Mind-readers, leaders of the future. "Sorry love, but this one's taken." she replied and lifted the wand up to see what she was doing. Cassandra then turned around and walked towards the restricted area of the library, slipping out a few book, and carefully prying them open. Of course she had to be careful with the books she picked, as some were bound to have some hexes put on them by teachers, and Headmaster LeBlanc.
NOTES I know it took me a month to reply. It's just Yumi was carrying my cupcakes! (And still is >.<)
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