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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 1, 2010 18:31:47 GMT -5
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- Seventh Year of Hogwarts. Seemed like a lifetime ago that Chris first got that cream colored envelope, containing his acception into the school. That he waved goodbye to his proud parents from the 8th carrige of the Hogwards Express. That he sat on that creaking stool, being placed immediately into Gryffindor. Now, he was in his last year, and he was more than ready to leave. School had never been one of Chris's favourite activities. Always causing mischeif and mayhem in classes, giving the teachers hell. But it won him alot of friends during his time at Hogwart. And it was soon about it end. Thank God.
Tie undone, sleeves rolled to the elbows, shirt untucked. Close enough to non-uniform. Chris was laying, quite uncomfortably, along an old bench on the first floor. Skiving class was easy for Chris, having years of practise under his sleeve. Though when your alone, and no one else wants to risk skipping Slughorns classes, all thats left is you and a wooden stick for a wand. Which is what Chris was doing now- creating random incarnations to entertain himself for the remainder of the lesson.
He then began to practise his Patronus. Chris pushed himself up heavily from the bench, and breifly checked round cornors and down corridors, to assure himself that the coast was clear. He cleared his throat before pronouncing the spell perfectly. "Expecto Patronum."
Then, as expected, the large Siberian Husky Patronus released itself from the end of Chris's wand, along with a gentle glow of pure white sparks. The dog bounded around the corridor, prancing through the archways, skidding around Chris's legs. A small chuckle escaped Chris's lips as he watched the animal grow more powerful with every flick of his wand. Then he heard the footsteps. Something clicked in his head, and the concentration of the Patronus was lost instantly. The Husky disappeared and Chris jerked his head in the direction of the noise. Crap He cursed in his head, knowing he'd been caught this time. He scampered in a hurry into a nearby broom cupboard and hid behind a tower of Skele-Gro bottles. He'd blown it this time
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HOW MANY - 528
LISTENING TO - music?
LYRICS BY - green day - 21 guns
CREDIT TO RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size] |
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Post by ana on Jan 1, 2010 19:10:54 GMT -5
you know that i could use somebody ! someone like you !Analeigh usually wasn't one to skip classes, in fact, she had always been the good girl. Showed up on time, only missed a lesson when she was sick. Assignments were handed in on the due dates, her work was exemplar and nearly all extra credit projects finished. Honestly, she was getting bored of it. At Beauxbatons Analeigh had been the perfect student, the little witch that the teachers had loved, ready with the answers in class, the role model student. In her sixth year, when she had transferred into Hogwarts Analeigh had keep her grades, staying at the top of the class, but she faded into the background. Didn't offer answers in class, and just kept to herself, seated in the back corner, more withdrawn. She was done with quiet though. Six years had been more then enough. It was her last year before she done, and this was the year that Analeigh needed to make something happen. It was her last chance to focus on being a teenager before she was pushed out in the world to deal with career and familial problems.
Which was why Analeigh Marie Scofield was skipping class for the first time in all the years of her schooling. It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would have been. First of all, she was skipping divination, so there was a very minimal chance that the batty professor that ran the class would even notice, too engrossed predicting the doom of the young witches and wizards from her tea leaves to even notice that a student or five was missing. In all actuality, all that Analeigh had to worry about was running into teacher or a prefect on their rounds. Which she was starting to think was unlikely. She had been wandering around for a good twenty minutes and hadn't yet seen a single person. The soles of her shoes padded against the thickly carpeted corridor as Analeigh walked slowly, savoring her new found freedom and admiring the many tapestries that lines the walls.
She supposed the biggest tip off, if she did run into a teacher was that fact that she was one hundred percent out of uniform. Luckily, with the N.E.W.T class schedules Analeigh always figured she could just try to convince the whichever teacher she had a spare in the morning. Rounding the corner Analeigh stop quickly, startled by a bright light in the corridor. Blinking quickly Ana looked around the hallway again, but could see nothing. Obviously she was just paranoid and imagining things. She had just been about to brush it off when she heard a soft scattering noise. Glancing down the length of the hallway Analeigh frowned slightly, spotting a broom closet. Normally Analeigh would have left it alone, except for the fact that the door to the closet hung slightly ajar.
Approaching it Analeigh pulled the door open further, leaning her head in. It was too dark to make out any details and Analeigh fumbled for a second, pulling her wand from where she had tucked it in between the ribbon that wound around her waist. "Lumos." The spell managed to produce enough light that Analeigh could just make out a figure, crouch behind of tower of bottles. Stepping into the closet and closer to the tower Analeigh grinned, spotting another student. "Naughty boy, cutting class?" She teased, as if she wasn't doing the exact same thing.
TAGGED chris, WORDS 573 TEMPLATE PANIC! IT'S LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES what delinquents, OUTFIT here
SOMEONE LIKE YOU AND ALL YOU KNOW AND HOW YOU SPEAK COUNTLESS LOVERS
UNDER COVER OF THE STREET YOU KNOW THAT I COULD USE SOMEBODY OFF IN
THE NIGHT WHILE YOU LIVE IT UP I'M OFF TO SLEEP WAGING WARS TO SHAKE |
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 1, 2010 20:12:05 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris heard the footsteps grow louder as he flattened his back against the wall, soon noticing the cupboard door slightly open. He cursed himself in his head, knowing his days of skipping classes were over, and about a months detention was ahead. Great. In all honesty, detentions were pretty fun for Chris. He usually shared his punishment times with a few other students in his year. They would have a laugh and share each others stories about how they got into the detention in the first place. But now, he was pretty sure Hogwart's staff were going to tighten their belt with Chris McLaggen.
Instead of the common screams and tells of prefects and teachers, Chris heard the soft voice of another student. He noticed the slight twang of an accent in her voice, a transferred Beauxbaton? He sucked in a breath and a smirk formed on his lips. He held his head high with relief and looked at the frame of the girl. The light of her wands spell was blinding in contrast to the blackness of the cupboard, but showed the girls features.
The first thing Chris noticed, from behind the Skele-Gro, was her clothing. She wasn't neither the Hogwarts nor Beauxbaton school uniform. Chris became slightly confused at this. She was defintely a student, possibly in his year from the height, but why wasn't she in uniform. One thing was clear though- she was skipping class too. "Naughty girl, going against uniform regulations and skipping lessons." Chris breathed, stepping out from behind the tower, looking directly at the girl. His head was still tiled slightly back, and his arms now folded across his chest, wand firmly enclosed in his right hand.
Chris assured himself that he was fine. He could easily put on the charm and convince this girl not to go running off to McGonagall. Either way, he was pretty sure his days of skiving were still very much at large. The girl was pretty cute, not the kind of girl known to be going against school rules. Chris looked her up and down and tilted his head to one side. "You going to lower your wand, miss?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasim. Chris didn't recognise the girl one bit. She was most likely a new student at Hogwarts, and was still learning the ropes and rooms of the Castle. He might aswell cut her some slack, new kids are always the worst.
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HOW MANY - 570
LISTENING TO - music?
LYRICS BY - green day - 21 guns
CREDIT TO RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size] |
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