FIFTH YEAR
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on Apr 22, 2013 11:08:44 GMT -6
 It was just one of those days. She had felt it all the way into her bones when she woken up that day. Today was going to be a tough day. Perhaps it was the cold, gloomy, November morning chill that had stirred the anxious feeling, perhaps it was a tinge of PMS, perhaps it she had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, or perhaps it was a mixture of it all; all Natalie had felt was the looming prospect of failure and restlessness. The girl had spend nearly an hour getting ready for school, which had resulted in tears of frustration before finally settling on the normal clothes she had worn the day before. She still felt crappy. And fat. Well, Natalie knew she wasn’t really fat. She worked out. She was healthy. But today was just one of those days where everything was wrong. And she felt like crap.
The petite blonde had hurried to her first lecture only to be 5 min late, resulting in 5 points being taken from her house. She had nearly cried again, out of pure frustration and anger. Still, she had endured the rest of the day with tedious smiles and pleasantries. She was counting the hours until nightfall where she could finally rest and get this day over with.
An hour before dinner Natalie found herself lost in thoughts. She had just been to the library in an attempt to get some productive work done, but to no avail. Her mind had painted pretty purple butterflies in her mind, and her overly active imagination had made sure she had started contemplating stars instead of the potion assignment at hand. After roughly 45 minutes she had given up on the task and decided to return to the common room before dinner. The girl was alone, books in hand, walking in her own little haze. It was not uncommon to the see the girl with a sort of airy appearance, yet today she looked more troubled and ponderous than airy and care-free.
With a sudden blow to her shoulder Natalie found herself out of balance. The books fell to the ground and she fell to her knees, hitting the cold stone floor hard, scraping her left knee to blood. She refrained from falling flat on her face by catching the fall with her now book-free hands. There she laid, on all fours. Natalie closed her eyes in pain as she let her body fall to one side, sitting now, instead of standing on all fours. She looked up to see who had purposely walked into her from behind. A group of snide Ravenclaws punks giggled as they passed her, cursing her as they went, “mudblood”, “squib”, “looser”. Natalie felt tears well up in her eyes and she looked down, cradling her bleeding knee, not wanting the group to see the water welling up in her eyes. She cursed them silently, finding it hard to stand up to herself today. This was just what she needed, a group of idiotic students calling her names. Could today get any worse?
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2013 3:42:40 GMT -6
Olivia’s uncle was on his ever tirade about keeping her grades up. Personally she still saw little into why she needed to know anything about history save the general overview of things. Did she really need to know what Albus Dumbledore’s favorite candies were? Or how many Goblins were killed in the rebellion-revolution thingy-a-ma-jig? Olivia certainly didn’t think so, but she couldn’t convince her Uncle—or her Professors for that matter—of this fact. She knew there was no logical way her Uncle would know if she skipped a study hour or not, but deep down there was still the fear that he had his ways of knowing, like he was tell her when she was seven. Plus, she was still feeling a little guilty about not studying during the weekend. But pah, it was so boring. Olivia was a hands on learner, and even then she was more apt to get it all horribly wrong before she got it right.
So the Library was slowly starting to be her new hangout. She was contemplating whether she wanted to skip dinner and study or put off her studying for dinner. The latter was an act of procrastination, but she did need to eat… and that was surely sounding the better option. After all, her uncle wouldn’t want her to skip meals, right?
Olivia’s thoughts were scattered along with the girl’s books that had fallen to the floor. Her blue eyes took in the whole scene, and before Olivia could really think about anything she was already acting. The brunette stood next to her fallen year mate and yell after the retreating perpetrators. “Hey! Why don’t ya’ll pull the Broom out of yer ARSES and take a HARD LONG LOOK IN A MIRROR!” she yelled, not even batting an eyelash as others in the corridors stopped to look at her. Olivia wasn’t looking to fight, and quite frankly, she’d lose if it came to wand magic, but she wasn’t going to let the action go without doing something. Yeah, the retort was juvenile, but so were the Ravenclaws’ actions. So a tooth for a tooth, right? Or was it an eye for an eye? Both? Olivia didn’t know.
The Gryffindor didn’t wait to see the Ravenclaws’ responses before she knelt down to the Hufflepuff, shifting her own to sit in a pile on the floor. “You okay, Nats?” she asked, as she reached to grab the other girl’s scattered books.
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FIFTH YEAR
chaser
15 years old
Muggle-Born
Crushing
Lee
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on May 12, 2013 3:58:28 GMT -6
The tears were stinging in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, at least not just yet. She was so humiliated! Had she been in another mood she might’ve been tempted to hex whomever had pushed her to the ground and called her names, but today was just one of those days where she didn’t even have the willpower to fight. She lowered her head, wanting to disappear into the floor instead of facing all the people who had witness the rude act. A bellowing voice boomed through the corridor at that time though and Natalie glanced up to see Olivia’s flaring nostrils and angry eyes. The Gryffindor dropped to her side and Natalie felt the first tear fall from her eye. “No, I’m not,” Natalie sniffled as another tear fell. “But thanks though. I just didn’t have it in me to reply to those fuckers,” she said crudely, wiping away a few of her fallen tears with the back of her hand. She tried to calm herself but a small pain on her knee made her look down. Her right knee was scratched up to the point of blood. It wasn’t deep but it stung. “Fuck!” she cussed as she reached for a book. She was so annoyed, and mortified, and embarrassed.
She looked up and searched for the Ravenclaws, but it seemed like they had ignored Olivia’s snide retort and left the scene. However, honestly Natalie didn’t know how she would ever get through the day without crying again at some point. It was too early to go to bed, and she would never get to sleep now. It was a dilemma and she was utterly at loss at how to tackle the rest of the day. “I donno what to doooo!” she wailed, looking helplessly at Olivia. “Tell me what I should doooo. I am having the crappiest day ever…” she said, tears welling up again. She dried them with her hand before they had the chance to fall.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2013 9:05:17 GMT -6
The Gryffindor frowned at the words leaving the other girl’s lips, yet Olivia didn’t really know what to say or do. She pulled one of the books to her, piling it on top of one she already retrieved. She grinned briefly while Natalie spoke, unperturbed by the blonde’s language. She frowned when Natalie demanded an answer from her on what to do. Really, this wasn’t in Olivia’s area of expertise. She was certainly carefree and optimistic, but how does one send that to another? Olivia didn’t know. She shrugged her shoulders briefly in response, digging around in her mind for something to say. It was easier to yell insults at the girls who had caused the drama than it was to cheer Natalie up.
“My Uncle Dave always insist that a quiet sit down with a cup of earl grey tea is just the thing,” she stated. “Granted, I always preferred Mint Herbal Tea myself … or ice cream, mint ice cream is really good,” she rambled for a moment before shaking her head to dislodge that trail of thought. Olivia could talk an ear off if she was allowed to keep talking.
Olivia was pretty good at brewing tea and different styles of coffee. Almost any hot beverage really thanks to her time spent in her uncle’s café in Hogsmeade. Yet, surprisingly, she wasn’t a large fan of those drinks. There were some she did like, but she was by means no fanatic. Yet, her uncle swear that the right drink could change the mood of anyone. She wasn’t certain on this. It was really just another form of comfort food, wasn’t it? Olivia didn’t know.
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FIFTH YEAR
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15 years old
Muggle-Born
Crushing
Lee
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on Jun 8, 2013 1:19:02 GMT -6
It was unlike Natalie to be this little bag of emotions. She usually didn’t let things like this get to her that easily, mostly because she knew they couldn’t get to her, but today had just been crap crap crap! It was embarrassing to be this unstable and Natalie really just wanted to admit defeat and leave. Her emotional roller-coaster was party to blame on the fact that she had PMS, but it was also to blame for the fact that she had dreamt about her mother. It was perhaps the only thing she didn’t share with Olivia. It was the only thing she didn’t share with anyone.
Natalie gathered the rest of her belongings and got to her feet. Her knee stung a little from the fall but the blood had dried and it would heal soon enough. Natalie smiled a little at Olivia’s suggestion. “That would be nice,” she said comforted. “Although a pitcher of margarita would be better,” she said unable to help herself. There she was, old, jokingly Natalie. Being around people was good for her, and she could already feel the need to perform on a happier mood than the one she was in. Well, perhaps it wasn’t always good to feel the need to hide bad emotions away, but Natalie didn’t want to bring Olivia’s mood down too.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 7:30:51 GMT -6
“I don’t know,” Olivia said, “It might be a bit early to be delving into the liquor.” Despite the chastising tone to her comment her smile was still in place. It was rather difficult to bring Olivia’s mood down. However, she wasn’t so unobservant to not notice that Natalie’s mood was still far from where it should be and that perhaps her tease was a bit forced. Olivia really did not have any idea of how to cheer her friend up. She felt sort of like a bad friend in that department, considering Natalie always seemed to be able to cheer her up when she was feeling out of sorts. Really, what could she do? Perhaps she was trying to think about this too hard? Probably. Trying hard was usually what led Olivia into trouble so she pushed thoughts from her mind and just went with her instincts.
“Wanna stash the books and head outside for a walk … I hear Ravenclaw’s team is still practicing out on the pitch, we might be able to oogle some of their hot players,” she offered with a grin. Olivia was definitely fishing for something that might lift the Hufflepuff’s spirits. She was no stranger to the knowledge of her friend’s crush on a certain Ravenclaw chaser, so surely that would add extra motivation. And if it happened to take her mind off whatever had gotten her panties twisted, well there’s the extra bonus.
Olivia was always an avid believer that sometimes one just has to drop everything and just walk away to allow problems to disappear. She didn’t know what was going on with Natalie today, but surely this couldn’t hurt. And if it still didn’t work, well Olivia suppose they could try her uncle’s method of tea. But really, when does watching hot guys not lift one’s spirit?
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FIFTH YEAR
chaser
15 years old
Muggle-Born
Crushing
Lee
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on Jun 10, 2013 16:17:57 GMT -6
Natalie didn’t want to burden her friends with her bad day. She couldn’t even explain to Olivia why she was upset even if she tried. Heart of the matter was that every once in a while Natalie got discouraged by the fact that she didn’t have a mother. Her mother died when she was only a toddler. The only remembrance item she had of her mother was the pendant she wore daily, with a small picture inside of it. It wasn’t a moving, enchanted picture, but a regular muggle picture, cut out to fit her pendant. Her mother had made it for her before she was born, so that she would always have something to remember her by. And she did. And sometimes remembering something she had never had was hard.
The petite blonde put up a brave front. Pretending that everything was ok when she was having a tough time was easier once she got into a conversation. It just came so naturally to Natalie to be the talkative and happy character she usually was, it was almost too natural. She was so used to being a specific type that she almost felt guilty when her mood was so terrible. However, at Olivia’s next suggestion a genuine smile shone through her discouraged appearance. The thought of watching Tobin fly across the field gave her butterflies. “I wouldn’t mind that,” Natalie said with suspicious elaboration, trying to act cool and unaffected.
No doubt Olivia knew exactly to whom Natalie’s thoughts had been aimed at, Natalie had been swooning about Tobin for weeks. Natalie thought she was going to go crazy soon if he didn’t ask her out on a date, or maybe she should just be a woman and ask him out herself. Yes, the thought of Tobin definitely perked her up.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 7:36:51 GMT -6
Olivia felt that she could see the exact moment when Natalie made the subtle connection of what Olivia was suggesting to her. It wasn’t difficult to note the complete difference in her friend’s smile as she contemplated a trip to the quidditch pitch to watch the players—to watch one particular player in Natalie’s case. Olivia wasn’t certain what was going on between her friend and the Ravenclaw—nothing yet according to Natalie—but Olivia could definitely tell that the blonde was smitten. One of them better do something soon or she wasn’t certain how Natalie was going to act. She was hate to think of her friend getting heartbroken over nothing coming from her crush considering their meeting had been so intense from Natalie’s description.
“That’s more like it!” Olivia crowed with enthusiasm, smiling brightly to the Hufflepuff. Getting to her feet, Olivia offered a hand down to help Natalie up. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even get to chat with a certain someone,” she hedge, nudging her shoulder against her friend’s with a smirk. Olivia didn’t mind helping Natalie out in regards to her love life, however she would admit she wouldn’t mind having a crush of her own, but alas. That did not seem to be happening. So if the two did end up chatting Olivia knew she was going to end up being a third wheel. Oh, well. Sacrifices had to be made for the happiness of others! Or in this case, Natalie.
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FIFTH YEAR
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15 years old
Muggle-Born
Crushing
Lee
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Post by Natalie Faye Dunham on Jun 17, 2013 14:55:55 GMT -6
It was in hindsight that Natalie had been more able to appreciate the strange and intimate moment she had had with the Ravenclaw boy. She had been lying on top of him and her body remembered every feel of his body against hers. She could feel every curve, muscle and hipbone through his shirt. The thought of it now almost made her weak in the knees and her hormones flying. She loved it. Unlike most teenagers who repelled their desires and thought of it as bad to be feeling so sexual, Natalie was open about what was happening to her mind and body, perhaps sometimes a little bit too open. Not everyone had the same free-minded upbringing as Natalie had, and certainly not everyone had a sexually driven dryad for an aunt.
Natalie swooned and her cheeks burnt slightly at Olivia’s cheeky comment. She did know which buttons to push and when, apparently. Natalie smiled shyly, a smile not often found on her pink lips. Natalie jumped between emotions and tried to conceal her sudden eagerness to go. “Weeeeeeell,” she said trying to act nonchalant, and failing miserably. “If a certain someone just haaaappens to be there, I suppose I wouldn’t mind that,” she said matter-o-factly, not making eye contact with Olivia, knowing that if she did she would burst into incontrollable fits of giggles and excitement. Promptly she hooked her arm to Olivia’s and started down the hill towards the Quidditch field.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2013 6:12:30 GMT -6
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t,” the Gryffindor said sweetly with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows. Olivia was a little bit pleased with herself that she had managed to grasp on the one thing sure to raise her friend’s spirits. She merely hoped that the Quidditch Pitch wouldn’t prove a disappointment. The brunette did not expect that it would, but one could never be certain. She knew the Ravenclaw team was out there currently, as she heard some of the players talking about their practice when she was leaving the Great Hall earlier that day. Knowing that, she knew that Nat’s crush should be out on the field. However, past that, Olivia couldn’t say what would happen.
Surely the boy hadn’t forgotten about her friend, right? After all, Olivia hadn’t heard of any more encounters from Nat past that initial first one. She wouldn’t put it past Nat to hold onto feelings, but for her friend, she hoped the boy remembered her. Olivia brushed these thoughts from her mind and concentrated instead on her friend.
[[ Do you want to carry this thread all the way to that end, or end it with them going to field and then saying that, they met Toby and things went well? ]]
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