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Post by CASSANDRA JOAN LONGBOTTOM on Mar 21, 2012 11:56:40 GMT -5
I A M T H E P R O M I S E M A K E R Why was it mandatory for anyone wanting to study Herbology to study Care of Magical Creatures? Cassie enjoyed the cutest kitten as much as the next girl, but she wanted to go into a field of plant study, not knowing which creature could be considered domestic and which one couldn't. How often would she have to venture out into the wild parts of the world and encounter these creatures? Hippocampus? She was not scuba diving deep into oceans to see a some mer-horse creature. Although owning one of those would be very very impressive. Maybe she would send out for someone to go and get her one when she had the money. It would have its own aquarium right in the center of her house. Or even better, a house on a cliff, where there would be a pinned off section in the ocean for it to swim there, and then a tunnel that would lead up to her house.
Right, back to her essay on Gillyweed. She had already covered how to make Gillywater, which she was now craving, she just needed to organize how Gillyweed affected the body after one consumed the plant raw. Then she would have to figure out the differences on the affects depending on the water the reader would be swimming in. Her father had just covered an entire lecture on this plant and a few other plants in its family. This should have been easier with her notes, but writing was always hard for her. She rubbed her forehead with one hand and look through the book her father had given her from his own personal bookshelf. This was apparently the first Herbology book he ever had that was not a school requirement. He also had convinced himself that he had killed Harry Potter because of it. Thank Merlin he had been wrong.
Every once in awhile her quill would be scratching on her parchment as she slowly figured out what she was writing. Maybe her father could tutor her in how to write essays about plants. At least with History of Magic essays she could pretend to be bias and give bullshit opinions and stretch it out. These plant essays had to be all facts though, no hint of being bias, and that was actually really hard. She wanted to state that she would have preferred Gillyweed for fresh water bodies and find an alternative for salt water but that was a big no-no. Instead she could only weigh the pros and cons and have an equal amount of both. This essay was going no where and she truly needed a distraction from it for a few hours.
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Post by alexander on Mar 21, 2012 20:02:15 GMT -5
I accidentally deleted this post! D:
I'd rather not re-type everything so I'll summarize: Xander is bored in the library, then spots Cassandra.
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Post by CASSANDRA JOAN LONGBOTTOM on Mar 21, 2012 23:24:05 GMT -5
I A M T H E P R O M I S E M A K E R Cassie was finally on the different species of Gillyweed. She was not a particular fan of Gillyweed, and if she had her choice she would go with a more colourful plant. Like the Screechsnap or Umbrella Flower; like the ones that hung in the greenhouses. She wondered if she could find a type a Screechsnap that started screaming as soon as an unfamiliar person or scent walked into its territory. That would be a pretty nifty security system. Not only that, but even the burglar ripping the plant out of its roots wouldn't stop it from screaming. When she thought about the cool plants, she wondered why Linus found no interest in Herbology. Maybe he just needed to listen to Toots, Shoots 'n' Roots more often on the radio.
Cassie was pulled back to reality when someone took the seat next to her. She turned her head, with it still resting on the surface, to see Alexander Creevey. She was a bit afraid of answering his question, mostly because with his reputation who knew what his actual answer would be. "Um...uh...I know it can be used in certain potions and when it's one hundred percent dried up some debate how edible it is without the side effects of being a fish person," she said softly. She tucked her hair behind her ear, waiting for what sort of response Alexander would give her. He would probably laugh at her and walk off, and tell all his friends about the failed attempt to pick up a naive little Hufflepuff. Which Cassie would be awfully sad about because he was rather cute and maybe under that rough exterior he would be a decent guy. Of course, this was a silly sixteen year old girl's thoughts.
"I don't usually see you in the library..." Cassie said quietly, turning terribly red. Oh great, now she sounded super nerdy and he would get slightly offended and then he'd walk off. This was why she kept to her small group of friends. Boys like Alexander were far too intimidating, she should probably stick to hoping for the boys that were super sweet. That way when she blushed they found it cute instead of stupid. Alexander probably found it stupid, he was a total badboy and probably preferred girls that were more adult in taste. Yeah, that sounded right. Cassie was just a stupid sixteen year old who want to go into the Herbology field after school. She was far from interesting.
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Post by alexander on Mar 22, 2012 0:25:35 GMT -5
Cassandra’s voice was soft, and she seemed surprised to see Alexander talking to her. Of course she’s surprised , Alexander thought to himself. He knew he had a reputation, and Cassandra wasn’t his usual type. He examined her as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Her appearance was soft, but it had the potential to be so much more. ”I mean after you eat it”, he said. ”Think of all the things you could do in the lake”. He winked quickly to Cassandra, enforcing the innuendo.
Cassandra’s nervousness only drew Alexander closer. He wasn’t sure what he wanted out of the encounter, but he was starting to get ideas. He leaned in a little closer to the Hufflepuff, ”Probably because I don’t usually come here.” He leaned into to look closer at Cassandra’s book; it didn’t look interesting and neither did her essay. “But you do, I suppose?”
Notes: Sorry, its short! D:
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Post by CASSANDRA JOAN LONGBOTTOM on Mar 22, 2012 2:05:38 GMT -5
I A M T H E P R O M I S E M A K E R By this point Cassie was as red as a balloon. "But, um, once the Gillyweed is dried up, it's actually proved to have less of an effect when you go underwater. The best it will do is barely sprout some gills around your neck and stay for there for a maximum of twenty minutes...at least that's the best that's recorded so far," she bit her lip and turned her book to a new page, "I mean like if you want to really do anything in the lake, you'd have to eat it raw and fresh or at least keep it in room temperature water until your ready to consume it. But who would ever want to go in the Black Lake? It's so cold and murky and uninviting. Plus, there's rules against it." Cassie had never been in a body of water, maybe a few pools, but never to a beach or an appealing lake.
Part of Cassie was telling her it was time to leave, still, with how cramped these aisles were, Alexander was pretty much blocking her way out. Merlin, why was he even talking to her? Shouldn't he be off goofing around with Fred Weasley and other Gryffindor Quidditch members? Naturally he didn't come here often, Cassie was always doing homework in the library. Why else would she be in the library? It's not like she could start having her paper airplanes fly around the area, not without getting in trouble. "I-it's a resourceful place. You know, books?" she shrugged, looking at him.
The brunnette twiddled with her quill, not sure about what to say to this boy. She was curious as to why he was randomly talking to her, so why not start there. "Not to sound rude or anything, but why exactly are you talking to me, after like six years of not talking to me?" She raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Besides, you have a whole group of friends to better fit your scene that are a lot more interesting than I'd ever be. Honestly. Unless you're actually looking for someone to tutor you in Herbology that is."
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Post by alexander on Mar 22, 2012 2:37:03 GMT -5
Seeing Cassandra wiggle under the pressure of Alexander’s presence secretly amused him, although he wouldn’t have minded if she was a little more relaxed. Her tangent on the actual uses of gillyweed expressed that she didn’t quite understand where Alexander was going with his innuendo. Alexander had never actually been in the black lake, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have plans to. In his journal he kept a list of places he’d like to bring a girl too and the black lake was one of them. The Forbidden Forest, the Green House and the prefects’ bathroom was also on the list.
Cassandra’s nervousness made Alexander try and remember the last time he was legitimately as nervous as her. His mind drew a blank; maybe when he tried out for Quidditch? No, he knew he’d make the team. When he was sorted? No, he knew which house he would be in. He never thought about how self-assured he was but that was a good thing, right? Perhaps he could tone down his ego, but his positive traits provided him with my benefits. He was widely considered popular and liked; did he really need to change anything? Although his confidence was one of his greatest assets; without it he was nothing.
”I’m not looking for a tutor,” Alexander replied calmly. ”And who says that I want to be with my group of friends? I came to talk you”. He leaned back and relaxed in his chair, ” I want to get to know you, Cassandra Longbottom.” He was a little confused at the mention of herbology, he wasn’t even taking the class this year. Cassandra seemed very smart, yet she had a naïve nature to her persona. Something about Cassandra’s innocence drew Alexander closer to her; perhaps it was because she was different than the usual crowd he was with. He usually found himself going for the ‘experienced-wanna-be-bad-girl type”, but a change in taste might be for the better.
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Post by CASSANDRA JOAN LONGBOTTOM on Mar 22, 2012 19:59:47 GMT -5
I A M T H E P R O M I S E M A K E R "Oh..." Cassie said when he denied needing a tutor. Well now she just felt stupid. Of course he wouldn't want a sixth year tutoring him in a subject that only a very few fields required. Maybe her secret desire of tutoring some cute boy and then the two of them falling in love, getting married, and eventually have kids. Three to be exact. Two girls and a boy. She had no idea what she would name them though. Definitely decent names that made sense and weren't completely uncommon. Snapping back to reality, she remembered the the boy in front of her probably did not want a family and a completely normal lifestyle. Which was a shame because Alexander would certainly have beautiful babies.
Still, it was odd that he was remotely interested in her. She was a goody-two-shoes. She was the one that tattletailed on others when she was five. Breaking the rules? Hell, that would hurt her mum's feelings somehow. Although her mum never said that, but she was pretty sure that would happen. And her father didn't have a major part in the war just for her to be a terrible person with no future. He wanted the best for her before the idea of her was ever around. Why mess that up? It wouldn't be justified and being a bad kid would make no sense. The best thing she could do was simply be a good student and find a career she loved being apart of.
"Well, uh, what do you want to know?" Cassie asked cautiously. She had no problem telling people about her life, after all she had no real serious trauma that she could not exactly suppress. "I'm totally an open book. So ask away," she gave a shrug. What would Alexander even be curious about. Compared to his lifestyle, she had the life of an old woman that went back to school.
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Post by alexander on Mar 24, 2012 20:17:54 GMT -5
Cassandra seemed to think too much. Xander was the complete opposite; he never thought enough. His reckless nature caused him to speak quickly and take incredible risks. Xander wondered what sort of thought process was going on behind her pretty face and inside her brain. She seemed like the type that could easily get lost in thought, Xander slightly envied it. He wanted to be intelligent, but he claimed he wasn’t. He’d give almost anything to be a talented Auror, but he didn’t see it as a plausible future. His grades were terrible and he lacked motivation, he’d be absolutely terrible.
If he were to someday become what he desired, what would he do then? The future was never set in stone, even if you pinned down a career. Maybe he could be a teacher, like Teddy, although Alexander wasn’t the teaching type. He tried not to think about his future too much, it brought nervousness and anxiety. He wondered if Cassandra had future plans; probably, she seemed like the type of girl to plan everything out. She would probably find someone to settle down with and by the time that happened she would have completely forgotten about Xander and his antics. Sure, he may be popular now, but in time everyone will forget about him.
”You may regret saying that later,” Xander warned playfully. The thought occurred to him that Xander knew almost nothing about Cassandra. He knew her brother well, but Linus’ little sister always remained a mystery up to this point. Now she was offering herself as an open-book, although Xander wasn’t sure if he cared to hear Cassandra’s life story. He did have a few questions he had in mind, but he wasn’t sure if the library was the right place for the conversations he wanted to get in to. ”Why don’t you and I take a stroll outside?” He suggested. ”It’s… stuffy in here.” He looked at Cassandra’s essay, hoping she’d be willing to leave her precious schoolwork alone long enough for Xander to get a good move in.
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Post by CASSANDRA JOAN LONGBOTTOM on Mar 25, 2012 4:29:44 GMT -5
I A M T H E P R O M I S E M A K E R Cassie's blush had yet to die down. "I don't see how I'd regret it...I mean, I haven't exactly done anything that even boarders illegal. Or, at least I hope I haven't, because then I don't think I'd be a really great daughter for my parents to talk about," she rambled. She had no clue as to what was going through Xander's mind at that moment. Perhaps, for her innocent persona, that was for the better. If she had even the slightest idea of what might be running through the head of a boy like him, she'd blush so hard that her hair would turn red. Certainly then Xander would walk off, laughing and reciting how he would tell his friends of how nerdy the younger Longbottom was. Linus had probably mentioned this boy a few times when he the two siblings had gotten together. Still, not enough for Cassie to even come close to saying that she knew exactly what Xander was like.
"Um," Cassie glanced down at her essay. It's not like it would take a whole other day to finish, plus when was the next time a cute boy would be asking to hang out with her without some other friends. "I guess that would be okay. I just don't want to be out too late, if that's okay?" she asked, looking back over at him with big blue eyes. The thought occurred to her that this could all be some ploy to get Cassie to some party where all the cool kids brought the nerdy kids for some sick joke. However, that thought was not a strong enough one to make Cassie hesitate and rethink what she was possible getting herself into. She was certain that if she did not go, that she would then start raking up the regrets and always wondered what would have happened if she had gone with this boy.
She stood up carefully, tucking her essay into her father's book. "Let me just get this in here," she said, shoving the book into her backpack. Where were the two going to walk to though? Through the lawns? Or someplace more private where he wouldn't be seen associating with her? "Where did you want to walk to?" She asked. "Do you have a watch by the way?" she realized how horrible she was at keeping track of time, while she had already stated that she could not be out too late. That was some smart thinking on her end.
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Post by alexander on Mar 25, 2012 14:33:17 GMT -5
Xander gave Cassandra a smile when she agreed. She had terms of her own, but he wasn’t listening. He wondered what Linus would say if he found out Xander was trying to hook up with his little sister. Linus didn’t seem like the over-protective type, but he’d still be careful not to run his mouth around Linus. He was sure if it came down to it; Xander figured he could beat Linus in either a fist fight or wizard duel, whichever he preferred. It wouldn’t have been the first time Xander had gotten himself into a fight with a girl’s brother.
Glancing at Cassandra, Xander wondered what she knew of him. His reputation was different in almost every Hogwarts crowd. Some people thought he was a good guy, some hated him and others looked up to him. He knew he had a reputation with girls wherever he went but how much had Cassandra heard? Whatever negative rumors (or truths) that were circulating around the Hufflepuff house, he’d make sure to prove them wrong. He’d act like a perfect gentleman, at least in the beginning; then he’d slowly reveal to Cassandra his true nature. He didn’t expect her to stick around for too long, but he knew he wouldn’t either.
”Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll get you back before curfew,” he lied. He was terrible at keeping track of time and didn’t care enough to keep a watch on him. He was sure they’d be fine on time, but he’d let Cassandra worry about it, Xander didn’t have anywhere he needed to be. ”To the Black Lake,” Xander said, grabbing Cassandra’s hand and leading her out the door.
Notes: Would you mind starting the new thread?
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