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Post by MCKENNA ROSE CAULDWELL on May 21, 2012 12:22:39 GMT -5
There was very little that please McKenna more than what she was currently doing; blonde hair pulled back into a hair clip and fixed to the degree that she had deemed as worthy of McKenna Cauldwell. No really, this right here, laying back in the grass, with a bottle under her jacket and a blunt in her hand, simply getting that quiet moment to herself. Yes, this was something that she really ought to do more often, she decided as she brought the neatly rolled white paper to her lips and took a heavy inhale of the thick smoke. "Mmmm..." she sighed out as the smoke left her lips after a couple more seconds and her eyes closed as the thick smoke danced above her disappearing into the night sky.
However, McKenna was never the sort of girl that actually liked being alone, it made her think thoughts that she usually tried to keep from herself. Those sorts of thoughts that would probably be the cause of her downfall from queen bitch of Hufflepuff, thats right she definitely was the Queen of Hufflepuffs and she was damn proud of that. Even if it was something that she had given herself, and something that few actually called her, with her confidence she might as well just have everyone bow down to her now and get it over with. At least then she wouldn't have to put people in their place in the ways that she would normally. Rolling on her side McKenna stretched her body out and gave her suspenders a snap before she found herself sitting up from her spot.
"Ughh..." She grumbled and looked around the all too serene sort of area that McKenna had gone and picked for herself. "Thats it...." she whispered standing up, the blunt in one hand and the bottle in the other. She would find herself a boy, she decided and she would have a good old time with said boy as well, that was as long as he actually managed to pass the expectations she had set forth. Well, it was either a new boy, or one that she had been going to. Looking up from the ground, she grinned a bit as she saw someone not too far ahead. Sure, she was confident it wasn't anyone she needed to worry about, considering the hour of the night, well early morning really. "Well look who it is," she called out, McKenna shaking her head as if to remove a stray strand of blonde hair.
word count. 421
notes. McKenna be having a good time.
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Post by ERASMUS FAEGHAN FORSYTH on May 24, 2012 0:40:06 GMT -5
The night was clear and the stars were bright and Erasmus wasn’t entirely too sure why he was out and about by his lonesome at this time of the morning. As a rule, he preferred his nature through a window, and as a habit, he hated to be by himself. Ergo, to find him outside and alone was a rather rare occurrence that he didn’t quite have an explanation for. Upon further analysis, the Slytherin supposed it had to do with his insomnia. It was a certain restlessness that seemed to hit him every month or so, sometimes more, but often less; in his years of late-night wakefulness, the tried-and-true method seemed to be walking it off. This is presumably what brought him outdoors- it was a real bitch getting around Hogwarts at night without a bit of effort, which made it less-than-ideal for a relaxing stroll. It was far easier to just sneak out of the building and stalk about the grounds.
Razz hadn’t quite been expecting to run into anyone, and dressed accordingly. A faded pair of hastily-pulled-on jeans hung low on his hips, the cuffs slightly tattered, the knees worn; his favourite pair, well-loved but on the verge of falling apart. Atop this he’d tugged on the nearest jacketesque object, a dark blue hoodie with some faded lettering splayed across the front for a band he hadn’t listened to in years- But it was warm, and he had only been interested in keeping off the chill that seemed to seep through his cracked window. He had just reached to tug a hand through the mass of disarrayed locks that constituted his hair at present, freezing mid-motion as he heard McKenna call out.
"Well look who it is."
[/i][/b][/right] The teen’s hand dropped, joining his other in its place stuffed deep into his shirtpockets. Twisting slightly, he ceased his walking as well, glancing at the blonde over his shoulder. Squinting slightly, brow furrowed, he realized he could not remember the girl’s name. He knew he knew her, of course; They fell into similar circles at points [although it would not be inaccurate to say that Erasmus fell into most circles in some sense] and had spoken upon occasion. He knew her to be a Hufflepuff, up for a good time, and bit of a massive bitch. For that matter, he was fairly certain her name started with an M. But what was it? Michelle…Micki...McKenzie… “McKenna,” Razz chuckled good-naturedly, the laugh escaping his lips moreso in relief at remembering her name than actual happiness at her presence, “What brings you out? A bit late, I should think.” His pale violet eyes ghosted over the articles that filled her hands and he felt a slight smirk tinge his lips. A late-night walk wasn’t the only way to distract oneself unto sleep, he supposed. [/blockquote] Word Count;; 473
Notes;; I hope this was open! I couldn't tell, but didn't see anyone tagged. Sorry for barging, if not! [/color][/size] |
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