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Post by breelinn on Dec 16, 2009 22:48:36 GMT -5
I've got the gift of [/font] one liners.... ...and you've got the curse of curves.[/color][/center][/size] Breelinn stepped up one more step, feeling the wood creek beneath her foot. She had snuck into the shrieking shack through the corridor under the whomping willow, something not many students would try and do. She glanced around, as if to make sure no one were around before stepping off of the final step and onto the upper ledge of the second story.
Everything around her was either very dusty or falling apart. The wood was cracked and creaking, some places even holding holes that you could use to glance out into Hogsmeade. Breelinn continued walking along, the floor occasionally creaking if she stepped in the wrong spot, until she came to a door that was missing most of it's bottom half.
Hmm....what's in here? Bree thought to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Nothing but a bed, and an old broken down piano occupied the room. There was a closet in the corner as well, but nothing more. Bree glanced around once before turning to exit the room. She was just about to walk out the door when someone pushed the door closed, causing her to jump and let out a scream of fright. Outfit:[/color] Here.Tags: Blaze Status: Completed Lyrics: Cute is what we aim for Notes: Sorry it's kinda short...  |
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Post by blaze on Dec 17, 2009 0:11:54 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! 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? Perhaps the shrieking shack…but that place was on the verge collapsing, it still amazed Blaze of what the hell was holding the place together. But, the shrieking shack seemed his only option considering he was avoiding the Castle for a few hours.
Charming the whomping willow, Blaze made his was casually towards the giant tree. Damn, that thing still gives him the creeps, any large plant that could squash him in a split second gave him the creeps. Entering the tunnel, a small sigh escaped Blaze’s lips. What the hell was he doing? He questioned himself as entered the run down house…if that was what you’d call it. He considered it a cardboard box. It was only when he stood to examine the place that something caught his attention. The creaking of floorboards. “What the hell…”
Moving upstairs slowly, making sure to miss all the stairs that creaked and produced any type of sound. In his third year at school, he had learned all the ropes to this house, the quickest way upstairs, the easiest way to get out and such, so making no loud noise was pretty simple.
Reaching the top of the flight of stairs, Blaze noticed a figure inside the room. He had the right mind to just barge in an demand what they where doing here, but he could ask himself the same question. The slytherin took a glance into the room and spotted a young girl, merely the age of thirteen perhaps, he had seen her before, somewhere. Just as the girl turned to leave the room, Blaze shut the door closed quickly. “Boo” He said, no enthusiasm in his voice, it was much more of a sarcastic tone. “A bit late for a kid like yourself to be out, don’t you think?” The older male asked with an arched eyebrow.
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Post by breelinn on Dec 17, 2009 3:45:26 GMT -5
I've got the gift of [/font] one liners.......and you've got the curse of curves.[/color][/center][/size] Boo. The boy spoke in a sarcastic tone as he asked her if it was a bit late for her to be out. Breelinn rolled her eyes as she calmed herself down from the scare he had given her. "I could be asking you the same question....creeping around giving young girls heart attacks. Not the most becoming thing for a young man such as yourself." She said in a sarcastic tone, even though she knew he was a seventh year. Bree had seen this boy around in her common room, so she knew he was a slytherin. A very fine looking slytherin at that.
As Breelinn regained her composure, she ran a perfectly manicured hand through her hair and stared at the boy. She didn't recall his name, but she knew he had a reputation for breaking hearts. The slytherins were notorious for spreading rumors, and this time was no different. She studied the boy's face, noticing that he looked as if he had no emotion or soul. Something you don't see all too often at Hogwarts anymore.
Twirling her finger around a strand of her hair, Bree began to speak once more. "So...what ARE you doing here?" She asked, curiosity winning out in her mind. "Not every day you see another student creeping around the shrieking shack..." Bree said, feeling slightly awkward as she awaited a response. It was in the awkward silence that she realized she had not introduced herself. "My name's Breelinn by the way....Breelinn Zabini." Bree said, extending her hand with a smirk on her face and waiting for him to either shake her hand or ignore her. Outfit:[/color] Here.Tags: Blaze Status: Completed Lyrics: Cute is what we aim for Notes: nadaaa |
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Post by blaze on Dec 17, 2009 13:53:14 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! Blaze looked at the girl through his steel grey eyes. Her sarcastic tone did not amuse him, but she asked him the question that he had repeatedly asked himself since entering the ‘cardboard box’ What the hell was he doing here? He assumed the quicker he got to the bottom of this, to why the girl was here, the quicker he could flee. The castle seemed much more welcoming than this shack. “I’m not creeping around.” Blaze snarled at her. The young girl was making him out to be an intruder of some kind.
Examining, the clearly younger girl, he had wondered why she had decided to stray to a place such as this? Would she not rather seek comfort in the walls of Hogwarts? Seemingly not. Perhaps a curious Slytherin who seeks mischief and mayhem, like he did in his younger days. Then Blaze’s mind began to wander, maybe it wasn’t to late to owl Ashford and suggest a small drink at The three broomsticks…He could simply sneak out of the grounds for a few hours unsupervised.
Turning his attention back to the girl, Blaze’s lips remained sealed. She had introduced herself as Breelinn Zabini. Zabini? He was fond of her oldest sister, Brooklyn, having engaged in a sexual affair with her when she once attended the school. Now she was a famous designer…what had happened to this world? Reaching out, Blaze took her hand a gave it a brief shake, “Blaze, Blaze Dolohov.” He introduced himself with a small nod. “I am here because I was making passageway to Hogsmeade. I need a quick drink and what a better placer to go than The Three Broomsticks. But, the question is; What are you doing here?”
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