Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Apr 16, 2008 16:22:27 GMT -5
Lucre walked by Teagan. The small of her back bristled in a chill as his scent invaded her nostrils once more; she stopped the shiver before it would be anywhere that he could see, but he made her skin tingle. Was that from the air brushing by her moist skin? He suggested she not scowl before he disembarked with the idea of meeting together in class.
The head girl's face was as inflexible as a stone statue's.
After he left, she sighed and brushed some hair out of her face. In class--with him? If he acted the way he did tonight while in class, then there was no way she would ever get anything done. That pervert would distract all of her attention--the archaic magical knowledge would be uninteresting as compared to the action going on between the two. She would not even be able to stupefy him or throw him out of a window or anything because there would be other witnesses around; that did not seem to be Lucre's style, so he would not lose much.
Perhaps he would skip class every day--or perhaps their schedules did not even align. He was becoming quite a knife in her side, really.
She let her arms dangle by her sides listlessly from her shoulders. She should take that shower now, right?
The ravenclaw eyed his exit.
No. This time, she would act even more paranoid than normal because this fellow proved she needed to check everything--he would find some way of slipping past her if she did not watch him closely.
She walked along the floor cautiously to where he left. Her shoes squished on the floor. She could spy no professors, no cats, and no students.
She sighed lightly of relief.
Then, the Monolayre stretched and went back to the far shower. She heaved her soggy cloak over her shoulders and head, her gray tank and black cloak so stuck together that her back was shown up to her bra strap. She fidgeted with the heavy, wet clothing, dutifully checking a sleeve for her extra wand and the pockets, and paused--she had yet to return Lucre's wand. Oddly enough, he never mentioned that while she booted him out... Oh, she was too tired to ponder this right now.
Not wanting to meet him again--he was too embarrassing and had too much of an effect on her--she planned to return it to him by owl without a note. No response from him, she assumed, was probably the only good response.
She tossed her robe onto a stone bench, plucking out his wand and setting it beside the wet mass. Then, she sat down and stripped off her dripping shoes and socks, carefully setting them by her cloak. A decently sized puddle formed beneath them. No one was around (as far as she could tell), so the head girl promptly stripped off her tank, battered jeans, and undergarments, swiftly wrapping a fluffy white towel around her naked figure.
Even with that shower she so desired, that her body ached for, doing it all just to put some soaked clothing back on was not a happy-making thought.
Teagan slowly brought her wand over her pile of clothes. It took a few minutes before the steam finally dissipated. Her clothes were practically steamed dried because of how soggy they were before.
She calmly stepped into the shower with her wand, setting it on a little shelf. She set the large towel on her door.
Her pale fingers toyed with the faucet. After a shot of icy water, a warm fountain sprouted out at her, easing her muscles and pushing the gunk from outside off her tired body.
Twenty minutes later, the ravenclaw turned the lever so that cold water surged onto her. Her skin pricked up and she shivered. After a moment, she turned it back off and squeezed it out of her long, strangling hair.
She stretched her tired limbs again and yawned. She really needed some sleep.
The head girl's face was as inflexible as a stone statue's.
After he left, she sighed and brushed some hair out of her face. In class--with him? If he acted the way he did tonight while in class, then there was no way she would ever get anything done. That pervert would distract all of her attention--the archaic magical knowledge would be uninteresting as compared to the action going on between the two. She would not even be able to stupefy him or throw him out of a window or anything because there would be other witnesses around; that did not seem to be Lucre's style, so he would not lose much.
Perhaps he would skip class every day--or perhaps their schedules did not even align. He was becoming quite a knife in her side, really.
She let her arms dangle by her sides listlessly from her shoulders. She should take that shower now, right?
The ravenclaw eyed his exit.
No. This time, she would act even more paranoid than normal because this fellow proved she needed to check everything--he would find some way of slipping past her if she did not watch him closely.
She walked along the floor cautiously to where he left. Her shoes squished on the floor. She could spy no professors, no cats, and no students.
She sighed lightly of relief.
Then, the Monolayre stretched and went back to the far shower. She heaved her soggy cloak over her shoulders and head, her gray tank and black cloak so stuck together that her back was shown up to her bra strap. She fidgeted with the heavy, wet clothing, dutifully checking a sleeve for her extra wand and the pockets, and paused--she had yet to return Lucre's wand. Oddly enough, he never mentioned that while she booted him out... Oh, she was too tired to ponder this right now.
Not wanting to meet him again--he was too embarrassing and had too much of an effect on her--she planned to return it to him by owl without a note. No response from him, she assumed, was probably the only good response.
She tossed her robe onto a stone bench, plucking out his wand and setting it beside the wet mass. Then, she sat down and stripped off her dripping shoes and socks, carefully setting them by her cloak. A decently sized puddle formed beneath them. No one was around (as far as she could tell), so the head girl promptly stripped off her tank, battered jeans, and undergarments, swiftly wrapping a fluffy white towel around her naked figure.
Even with that shower she so desired, that her body ached for, doing it all just to put some soaked clothing back on was not a happy-making thought.
Teagan slowly brought her wand over her pile of clothes. It took a few minutes before the steam finally dissipated. Her clothes were practically steamed dried because of how soggy they were before.
She calmly stepped into the shower with her wand, setting it on a little shelf. She set the large towel on her door.
Her pale fingers toyed with the faucet. After a shot of icy water, a warm fountain sprouted out at her, easing her muscles and pushing the gunk from outside off her tired body.
Twenty minutes later, the ravenclaw turned the lever so that cold water surged onto her. Her skin pricked up and she shivered. After a moment, she turned it back off and squeezed it out of her long, strangling hair.
She stretched her tired limbs again and yawned. She really needed some sleep.