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Post by harrison126 on Mar 27, 2012 18:33:00 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Harrison could hear his heart beating in his ears... He could also feel it pulsing in his whole face by now. He shifted his gaze to the fire, feeling his hair brushing along the carpet where he hung upside down from one of the armchairs, his feet hooked behind the headrest. He watched as the fire cracked, he had been observing the logs turning slowly to ash for about an hour now. Though he was enjoying his lazy afternoon, he was starting to wonder where all the other ravenclaw students were. It was starting to get late, and he would feel the 'dinner hunger pangs' soon... But for now he was still content with just lazing around a little longer.
He spotted a book, which was just out of his reach on the floor beside the chair he was hanging upside down in. He stretched his arms over his head, grunting with the effort of trying to grab it. He wriggled his legs down the back rest of the chair just a little bit, shifting himself a few centimeters lower to the ground, stretching his arms further... but just not far enough. "Arughh come on..." he urged himself as the very tips of his fingers grazed the edge of the books hard cover. By now his curiosity was in an intense battle with his motivation when it came to actually getting up and getting the deserted book. With a loud sigh, it seemed that his curiosity had lost the battle, and he was resigned with just shooting an intrigued frown at the book, (which from his perspective) that was floating on the ceiling.
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; the scientist by coldplay
word count; 286w/out code
outfit; Here
credit; to brooke from caution |
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Post by averylydiaquinn on Mar 27, 2012 22:44:30 GMT -5
 
With the flick of her quill, Avery finished her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay on deflective spells. She sighed in triumph, stretching out on her four poster. Her muscles ached after pouring over the parchment for the better part of an hour, and they positively sang in relief, sprawled out on the thick quilt. Avery serenely blinked towards the ornate clock on the dresser. Dinner would be soon. Perhaps if she was in her classroom, Avery could intercept Professor Weasley beforehand and turn the essay in early. It was on the way, after all. With a moment’s reluctance – that bed was exquisite – Avery got to her feet, rolled the parchment in hand, and trotted down the dormitory stairs to the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Avery nearly missed it. If it weren’t for the quiet grunt of effort, Avery would have believed the Common Room to be empty. At the sound, she turned to find two feet perched on a headrest of the room’s many chairs. Avery had her suspicions about who it was. She crossed behind the chair, resting her chin between the feet, the scene before her unfolding immediately like a single-panel comic strip.
“Your laziness once again exceeds you, Harrison” Avery said with a mild smile, eyes resting on the book just out of his grasp. She stepped out from behind the chair, crossing into sight.
“Since it is such a chore, let me get that for you.” Avery grasped the book by the binding and placed it on Harrison’s chest – where his lap would be, were he sitting like a normal person. She began to resume her path to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom when something made her pause.
“That’s not one of mine, is it?” she asked, pointing to the book. Not that she would have minded if it were. Avery was certain Harrison could be counted among the Ravenclaws who borrowed from the stack of books she brought from home each year. She hadn’t thought to check the title before handing it off, but this book did look vaguely familiar. Then again, with the time Avery spent at the library, it was a wonder she hadn’t memorized the dimensions of every book it held.
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Post by harrison126 on Mar 29, 2012 20:10:47 GMT -5
• - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - H arrison made a show of shooting Avery his cheesiest grin, before lifting the text to his eyeline. "My laziness is one of the many reasons you like me". he said , knowing full well that it was one of his worst features. He scanned the title, The Herbologists Handbook deciding that it could belong to just about anybody. "Could be your book..." He said slowly watching as she walked across (to him) the ceiling toward the door. "The personal diary of Avery Quinn.. He "read" a smirk so evident on his face that it could be heard through his words. "Sounds like it might be yours. Let's see what in here." he mused, flipping it open. He ignored the detailed table, describing the effectiveness if Gilly Weed on non aquatic creatures, and started ad libing something far more interesting. "Dear diary... I saw Harrison today." he lifted the book away from his face, glancing over to Avery, he loves getting any sort of reaction from her... Especially the ones that got her flustered and blushing. ". "I just can't keep my eyes off him. He is so devilishly handsome and charming. Probably the best looking boy at Hogwarts... Oh Avery, how flattering.". he said, unable to keep the humor out of his voice. He turned back to the book, then cleared his throat. "I don't think I should continue reading... It's starting to get a bit vulgar." he added, flipping a few of the pages, trying his hardest to keep a straight face.[/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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Post by averylydiaquinn on Apr 2, 2012 2:57:21 GMT -5
Avery had the dual desires to laugh and to slap the upside down boy. As he fabricated the contents of the book, her cheeks grew progressively redder as her eyes narrowed to slits. It wasn’t as though Avery even kept a diary anymore and her filled journals from her earlier years of school were tucked away deep in her trunk where nobody could find them. And of course nothing remotely resembling Harrison’s words would ever be scrawled by her hand. Avery’s journals tended to be full of philosophic inquiries, short free verse poems, scribbly little sketches – and okay, if she was being honest with herself, a few embarrassingly long descriptions of her summer days with Eric. Never anything so tasteless.
Still, Avery had to be sure. She tilted her head, neck and shoulders following until one leg came off the ground to balance. Her thin blonde hair fanned towards the floor and the lettering on “The Herbologist’s Handbook” became right-side up.
“Hmm, I never realized the steamy romance of the Greenhouses. I’ll never look at Herbology the same way again.” She swayed back onto her feet, her frustration less sharp now that the mystery of the unidentified book had been solved.
“So does this mean you’re doing your own homework for once?” Avery asked with a look of skepticism, remembering the times he had tried to convince Avery to do it for him herself. She wasn’t proud of the occurrences in which he succeeded.
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