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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 5:51:42 GMT -6
 Left… Right… Spin… Turn… Jump…Left… WALL… Push and spin…
With every move she made an inner voice inside echoed the movement, or perhaps herald it. Olivia was no longer certain. Her body moved in accordance to the song in her mind, swaying and twisting to lyrics and rhythm that only she heard. The brunette Gryffindor had no fear other someone coming by the currently deserted corridor and finding her moving around like a loon, humming a seemingly random tune to herself. The girl probably looked quite properly like a mad woman. Yet, she didn’t care. Olivia never really cared what people thought about her.
She had been walking down the corridor early that morning, humming to herself—much as she usually did—when her internal music player switched to faster song, with a rhythm she just couldn’t ignore. It certainly did not help that the girl had been feeling restless all morning long. It was raining outside, which had greatly limited the places one could go in the school—at least with the intention of staying dry, of course. But with the late autumn months, it was also cold outside, making remaining indoors all that more inviting. Yet, Olivia wasn’t particularly happy.
It was suppose to be a Hogsmeade weekend—okay, technically it still was, however her Uncle had basically ordered her to stay at school and attend her studies. Her grades were currently slipping in Herbology, and her Uncle had thought it best that instead of coming to his coffee shop in the village that she study. Olivia did not see the point in this, as it was autumn and plants were starting to die … hibernate—or did animals only do that?—well, whatever plants did during the autumn and not spring and summer then. So how could that possibly help her raise her grades any? Olivia was a hands-on learner. Books bored her.
So, it wasn’t too surprising that on her way to the library she had allowed the moment to overtake her and just dance to the music inside her head. Her peers were still trying to argue with school officials to allow those small muggle music devices into the school—magicked to work of course—but for now they only had old-fashion radios to use, and it wasn’t really cool to lug those around…
Bob … and left … and twirl … and OOF … Oof? her internal monologue was broken by a collision with another warm body. Olivia staggered back coming to an undignified landing upon her rump.
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Post by Roux Isidore Broussard on Jan 8, 2013 0:31:26 GMT -6
 Encroaching through the entrance, Roux pace didn’t falter, nor did this leaving as he didn’t bother on waving to the teacher and his boring lesson about inanities the French didn’t even regarded as utilisable for a living. In matters of respect, the Slytherin held no consideration whatsoever to any authority figure, neither would do to his father and his rearing methods. The old-man, as Roux refereed to him was barmy with his constant escapades and his nonchalant attitude upon almost everything. As soon as he was called to abrogate his demeanour, he always found the way to shun whatever obstacle cropped up ahead. In his strives to overturn the dictatorship he was been submitted to, he acted relentlessly and reckless, fearless as he should; dismissing the rules that were supposed to shackle him to absolute obedience. Why should this be? Wasn’t there a trick he could make use of to just liberate from the oppression and get along with whatever matter he was up to, anyway? Codswallop, anything he thought or said was it and nothing more, as something you couldn’t help to just neglect when your ardent whim for freedom bubbled so desperately within you. Promptly, life would be seen through his own eyes, as the legal age would grant him the mighty he was in need of and the prowess to vanquish whatever hindered between him and his intemperance for anarchy.
Ostracised from society in its purest essence, the bloke was deemed miserable and far from a sole goodness glimpse that could glint through his dimmed self. Roux held no resentment upon those who judged him, as he was heedless of opinions and just let himself be goaded by his own penchants. He wouldn’t let himself be bereaved of livelihood and its benefits.
Such thoughts beset him, apart from the rest of bundle of ideas creeping up his spine, into his pretty much hairless bald, as such incipient fur was barely a rough surface that stood out of his brilliantly bronzed skin. Roux didn’t relish in the fact of being forced to cover it up with beanies, just as it was part of his style, though today wasn’t the occasion. Donned with the uniform, he just made a stop to shuck his long robe and remain only with the clothes he deemed necessarily, as his tie along with his shirt completely unbuttoned – a plain white tank top underneath, though he didn’t ditch the tie, as he only slacked the knot to let the noose hang loosely around his neck. His father would surely pick up the clutter behind him, as he could just glance at the slightly littered floor with his sweater and robe. Needn’t to say, Blanc would actually scour whatever disaster he caused, just as a regular charms professor would do so – in a slightly undetectable manner.
Careless and free, the bloke didn’t notice when his strides ushered him straight to the library, and whoever went hither. His pace was blocked, just as he stepped one last time before being hit by someone, making it stumble to the ground. Tempted to sneer instead, the bloke just downed his eyes to the gal – she wasn’t bad herself. There should be a reason for him to attempt it, but he could feign amiability and a condescending mood, in order to slip, perhaps, into the girl’s bottoms, if lucky. It had been a while ever since the French had snogged with someone, and for this convenient situation, this seemed the perfect candidate for it.
“Oh… how clumsy of mine… pardon me… I didn’t see where I was going” his French brogue commanding each of his words, as it was inevitable to dissimulate. He bent down, took the girl by a hand and some part of her arm and helped her get back on her feet before offering the best of smiles he could display.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2013 4:39:31 GMT -6
Studying was quite frankly the last thing that Olivia wanted to be doing on that weekend. After all, she had much better had gone to Hogsmeade with her friends then spend her time sitting in the dusty old library with a book on herbology. Really, what was so interesting about plants, anyway? Yet, it had never occurred to the brunette to just shirk her Uncle’s command to remain at school and head to the village regardless. She had done it countless times before, so why she had actually followed the order this time was a mystery. Granted, she had yet to really follow that order through to its entirety as she was still quite a ways from being in the library with said book on herbology in her hands.
The first floor corridors were still quite a distance from the library on the fourth floor. There were four floors between her and that room of boredom. She was certainly no Ravenclaw where a web of words could spiral into an imaginary world inside her mind. The brunette had such difficulties in focusing at times that words often bored her before the world had time to manifest itself in her mind. Not for her lack of trying, mind you, Olivia was just an active person, preferring to experience things instead of reading about them.
So no, Olivia had not quite lived up to her Uncle’s order quite yet. She had been taking her own sweet time in heading towards the library. It was questionable whether she would have even gotten that far, given her short attention span. It was only a matter of time before her mind focused on something else entirely and she forgot about the direction she had been suppose to be traveling. After all, the girl had just been previously dancing in the otherwise deserted corridor to music in her own head. It wasn’t too far off the mark to imagine that studying was probably not in her imminent future. A sure bet, frankly. Especially when she found her empty corridor not so empty anymore.
The girl had winced when she had ended up on the floor, the tune flying away from her mental playlist to be replaced with the quiet of the corridor. “Ow,” she whimpered quietly, before glancing up to see what had so thrown her off course. She wasn’t silly enough to not know she had just ran into someone. However, her mouth hung open in a perhaps not so attractive gape as she took in the boy leaning over her as he started speaking. Yet, her gaping was probably not towards the normal way of ones thoughts when faced with the particular lad—or perhaps it was, as Olivia was not acquainted enough with the lads or words of him to know anything about him.
As he plucked her arm up in his much larger hands, the girl had no choice but to be forced back onto her feet, the boy towering a good eight inches above her five foot five frame. “Scary...” she breathed out, staring at him with her wide blue eyes. The girl was far from finding the lad charming in that moment as he perhaps intended. Instead, she found him quite the opposite, finding just as she had said: scary. She tan skin had paled slightly; she couldn’t help but just stare, unsure what to do. Surely he would eat her or something of that nature? The usually stout-heart Gryffindor was rendered near speechless without a single thought in her head. A feat as any in her friendship would claim for the nearly always chattering Gryffindor.
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