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Post by MARILYN IRVETTE WHITBY on May 26, 2012 8:50:22 GMT -5
 Lynnie had learned that it wasn't unusual for girls to look at each other. As long as she came up with a good enough reason why she was staring. It was usually pretty simple. Her ear rings were pretty. Where did she get them? That dress looks marvelous. Where did she buy that from? Her braid is absolutely gorgeous. Did she do it herself? And if all that failed, if there was a boy beside her, Lynnie could always just say she was staring at the boy. But it didn't always go to that, thank goodness. There was no reason why anyone should suspect her of liking girls. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but people, Lynnie had learned, could pick on you for anything at all.
All these thoughts crossed her mind as she sat at a table in the library, glancing about at several girls. She was taking a break after finishing a Transfiguration essay. The ink was barely dry and Lynnie blew at it, while wondering if she should look for her brother. It had been a while since she last saw him. She thought they could have dinner together. Maybe a picnic. Marilyn didn't mind preparing the food. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it. Taking out a fresh piece of parchment, Lynnie started on another essay, this time on Potions.
She had been praised by the Professor on her Potions making skills and Lynnie was quite pleased. She put in more effort in Potions because well, she liked it and wanted to excel at it. She also had a perfectionist streak which caused her to want to do everything perfectly. After jotting down her name, Lynnie started on her essay. The library was a quiet place and Lynnie was generally found here to work on her homework.
tagged: open
words: 310
outfit: school uniform.
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Post by HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY on May 26, 2012 23:31:38 GMT -5
Hugo Arthur Weasley ;;
Hugo Weasley had spent quite a lot of his life in the Hogwarts library. He was a Ravenclaw, after all, and a love of books had been pressed upon him by his mother from an early age. He'd started learning to read from an early age, and today it was hard to find any book that the red head boy wouldn't read. Well, cook books. Those bored him, and made him rather hungry.
Today he was in the library simply trying to finish his ancient runes homework. He'd tried to work in the common room, but even Ravenclaw students could be rowdy and distracting. Take his best friend, Iggy, for example. If Iggy was in the common room, Hugo would get nothing done. So he'd opted to do his work in this place of silence, where he could hopefully focus on the challenging runes and be done with some time to spare. Time with which he could perhaps find a date to the ball. Or not.
Hugo made his way down the rows of books, the shelves towering high above him. It couldn't be said that Hogwarts wasn't a beautiful school, even after the rebuilding done after the great battle against Voldemort years ago. His parents told him that there were virtually no visible changes, the wizards and witches who restored the castle were carefully chosen for their skill and intimate knowledge of the school. As Hugo approached the tables available for students to work at, he noticed that not a single one was open nor did he see any of his friends or family members to sit with. He hesitated, before seeing a table with a Hufflepuff girl who looked familiar. He was rather good with faces and names, though hos actual people skills needed some work. Hugo walked over and stopped awkwardly across from her.
"Marilyn Whitby, right?" he asked hesitantly, pulling out a chair. "I hope you don't mind...the library seems to be a popular place tonight." He gave the girl a soft, gentle smile before placing his stack of books on the table and pulling some parchment and a quill from his bag. "What are you working on today, that is, if you don't mind me asking?" he blushed, hoping to make conversation that would make him feel less invasive. He hoped she didn't mind him being here or find him creepy or strange.
tag;; marilyn irvette whitby.
word count;; three-hundred-ninety-fivr.
outfit;; school robes.
lyrics;; none.
notes;; hope you don't mind!
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Post by MARILYN IRVETTE WHITBY on May 27, 2012 6:29:07 GMT -5
Marilyn was writing about poisons and antidotes. They were going to be making a Deflating Drought in their next lessons, if she wasn't wrong. Lynnie hoped that the Professor didn't require them to swell a body part up so that they could test the effectiveness of their antidote. That didn't seem very appealing to her. What if she did something wrong and the antidote didn't work? She didn't want her arm to remain swollen forever. Of course, Lynnie was just imagining the worst.
There were people walking by her table frequently, and Lynnie paid no mind to them. Not until one stopped by her table and spoke her name. It wasn't often that people said her name, unless they were mad at her. Or didn't know her all that well. She stopped writing and looked up at the older boy. The head of red hair indicated that he was a Weasley. Well, she knew him to be Hugo Weasley. “Yes, that's me.” Lynnie said, wondering if she should tell him to call her Lynnie. He was pulling out a chair. Okay, so he was intending to join her.
“No, not at all.” Lynnie said, before realising that he was smiling at her. So she should smile back as well. Right. She curled her lips up. “I think people are trying to find dates for the Gala and hoping that the library is a good place to do so.” Marilyn said without thinking. “Not that you know, you're doing it.” The blonde told him, wishing she could turn back the clock. “I just heard someone talking about it at the next table a while ago.” Lynnie looked back down at her parchment, monetarily forgetting what she was working on due to her previous statement. “Erm, Potions.” She said. “Poisons and antidotes.”
tagged: hugo
words: 300
outfit: school uniform.
notes: not at all!
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Post by HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY on May 28, 2012 22:54:59 GMT -5
Hugo Arthur Weasley ;;
Hugo flipped through his rather sizable stack of books and grabbed his thick ancient runes textbook. It was a thick, dull brown book with the name on the front...in ancient runes of course. This always baffled Hugo. How could you learn about ancient runes if you couldn't even find the book to teach you as you didn't understand the title? Even the page numbers were in ancient runes. At the beginning of the year, Hugo was lucky if he could figure out what page his assignment for the day was located on. Authors were crazy, he had decided. Especially authors who spent too much time in old ruins staring at symbols scribbled by dead people. Which would probably drive anyone insane actually.
Marilyn confirmed her name, and Hugo was relieved that he hadn't mistaken her for someone else. That would have been awkward. "I hope you don't think I'm a stalker or anything for knowing your name," Hugo said, breaking eye contact to scribble down an answer for his homework in his scrawling, barely legible penmanship. "I'm just really good with names. Kind of a skill one must acquire when you're related to half the wizarding population." he joked, glancing up at the younger girl with a friendly smile.
Marilyn was smiling at him, though she appeared uncomfortable. Hugo wondered if it was just because of him, or if she was just shy. He was often perhaps a little over friendly, and it tended to weird people out at first. Rose had tried breaking him of the habit, telling him to be polite and friendly but not too talkative or curious. Her lessons had never sunk in too well, and Hugo remained a bit socially awkward. He laughed softly at her comment about the gala. "No worries," he said, still smiling. "I didn't take it that way. The library seems like a strange place to get a date if you ask me, but then again, I never have had much skill or expertise in that subject." Hugo blushed slightly, realizing how lame he must sound. He had no plans to invite a date to the gala. Hell, he might not even go, though he supposed he should keep an eye on Rose and Iggy and Keaton would probably force him to go for their own bloody amusement. Well...if they could get dates.
"Ah, potions!" Hugo exclaimed, waving his quill about in excitement at the mention of his favorite subject. "Much better than ancient runes, I must admit. Let's face it, runes are bloody boring." He shook his head sadly, looking at his mostly blank parchment. Ancient runes wasn't a hard subject per se, just time consuming and dull. Hugo was a good student, but even he found the boring subjects challenging. He would rather struggle in a subject than be bored by it. A side effect of being intelligent, he supposed. Not that he was complaining. There were worse problems to be had.
tag;; marilyn irvette whitby.
word count;; four-hundred-ninety-five.
outfit;; school robes.
lyrics;; none.
notes;; I find Hugo and Lynnie an amusing duo. xD
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Post by MARILYN IRVETTE WHITBY on Jun 2, 2012 4:12:37 GMT -5
The blonde looked at his pile of books and then glanced back at her own pile of books. They were significantly smaller than his. But, Lynnie reasoned with herself, she had completed about half of her homework so her pile was naturally smaller. Unless of course, Hugo was doing extra credit or just reading for fun. Lynnie might feel the urge to do so if she found out Hugo was doing that. It didn't matter if he was a sixth year and she was a fourth year. Next year was her OWLS and the blonde wasn't quite sure she would survive it.
“Oh. No, not at all.” Marilyn replied, before Hugo went off on another statement. “I know your name and I certainly hope you don't think I'm a stalker. Although, like you said. When you're related to half the wizarding population, it's hard not to know your name.” Lynnie told him, returning another smile. Was she going to be needing to smile constantly at Hugo? Not that she had a problem with it, but well, she had come to the library to do her homework.
“It is a strange place to get a date.” Lynnie said, nodding her head and agreeing with him. She smiled again, a true one this time around, when Hugo said he didn't have much experience on dating. “You and me both, then.” Marilyn said. She was fourteen, she was quite sure no one expected her to have much experience in dating or boys. Of course, she was sure there were girls her age that had tons of dates already.
The blonde couldn't help but giggle softly when Hugo expressed his excitement about Potions. “I wouldn't know if it's better than Ancient Runes, but when a subject has the word Ancient in it, I think it would be best not to take it.” Marilyn commented. “Why are you taking it if it's boring?” She asked, looking at the book Hugo had opened. She certainly didn't understand whatever was on it. That brought her back to her own essay. She needed to pick a poison and the corresponding antidote.
tagged: hugo
words: 353
outfit: school uniform.
notes: i like them. <3
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