Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 14, 2009 3:39:11 GMT -5
Seraphinus' black paws padded on the tile of the prefect bathrooms floor. With a quick hop the black panther kitten sat on a ledge above the water of the bath as his companion entered behind him.
Phugsius entered the bath and let the warm air of the bathroom sooth his aching muscles and mind. The air, however, did not do as much as a good bath would. Phugsius quickly rid himself of his burdensome, dirty clothes and stepped into the bath.
As the water enveloped him he felt more than relaxed. He felt like he could just sleep there for a few hours and let the water absorb all his problems. He relaxed and let the quiet comfortable environment lull him to sleep.
Phugsius awoke to a black paw smacking his head from the ledge of the bath about an hour later. "Mroooow, Mroooooow!" A quick look to his left and he saw Seraphinus about to paw him again. "Alright you little bugger" Phugsius swam over to his clothes and pulled out his wand conjuring a bowl for Seraphinus to eat out of. With another wave the bowl was filled with Kneazle food with meaty chunks and hearty vegetables mixed in.
Seraphinus jumped at the food. He began munching and Phugsius went back to letting the water lull him to sleep.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 27, 2009 18:38:43 GMT -5
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Morgan had had a hard day. And her usual sanctuaries (the Common Room, the library) were just not up to scratch today. Not to mention she'd finished to all the non-school books she was reading. So, she decided that she could really use a bath. A nice, warm soak would be good for her. She could regroup in there, and maybe she could even forget about that excruciatingly dumb Phugsius. Yes, a bath would be nice.
So, she put on a thin, white, cotton dress (so it would be easy to take off and put back on), slipped on some flip-flops, grabbed her bag of bath stuff, and headed out. She had left her animals up in her dorm room, not wanting to bother them (Nimue in particular had expressed a dislike of being wet), but as always, she was connected to them. She wasn't sneaking into the bath. Not really. She just wanted to enjoy the quiet, so she tried not to make a sound as she came in.
She even took her sandals of, so she wouldn't have to hear the 'thwack-thwack' of them against the tiles. She saw that someone was already here. Someone with black hair. Crap! Phugsius! crapcrapcrap! Morgan attempted to leave before he noticed her, but, being the klutz she was, she slipped in a puddle on the floor, and KABLOOSH!, she splashed into the tub.
Phugsius was naked.
Oh Dear Lord in Heaven, could this be any more awkward!? Morgan surfaced, sputtering like a drowned rat. Her now translucent, wet, cotton dress put her and Phugsius on more or less equal footing, in terms of being clad. Her mouth dropped open, to rant or apologize, or something, but no sounds came out. Instead, she turned a rather dangerous shade of red, before firmly clamping one of her hands over her eyes.
"I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!" was her first reaction, when words finally came. Then, as the echoes of that shout bounced around in the ever excellent acoustics of the bath, she realized how that sounded, and began to backpedal. "Uuuhhhh...Not that there wasn't anything to...I mean, I wasn't looking! I-I-I-I just....I'm really sorry! I didn't know you wer--Most people wear their swimsuits! But, I guess, you were alone. I'm sorry!" She turned her back, embarrassed, and dropped her hand, so she could climb out of the tub.
"I guess I should just leave. Sorry for, uh, interrupting you." Normally, Morgan wouldn't have been so apologetic around Phugsius, but she had virtually no experience with naked males. The last time she'd seen this much of one guy, she'd been under the effects of a love potion, and had not been quite herself. Of course, once the potion had worn off, she'd been awkward and embarrassed as all get out.
Still, despite her stated intention, Morgan had yet to move. She still stood, hands on the rim of the tub and eyes trained intently at the marble floor, as though to memorize its markings. She knew Phugsius would probably be furious with her, that was nothing new, but she prayed he didn't think she was some kind of weird pervert.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 27, 2009 19:37:55 GMT -5
Phugsius was slowly lulling into another dream sequence. His eyes slowly closed shut and he leaned his head back and slowly sank down into the relaxing tub. His body began adjusting to the temperature of the pool and it became part of him. His thoughts slowly began drifting away in to sleep when some clumsy fool decided to slip into the the pool, disrupting the serene quiet environment. His thoughts fell on one person....
Felix......
A wave of warm soapy water flooded over him and drowned out the noises that were being made by the disturber of quiet moments. Seraphinus was also not so amused by the intruder as she had sent a wave of water at him and his newly gotten meal. With a confused and flustered "Mrooooooow!" the black panther kitty darted across the bathroom to a nice dry hiding spot to loathe his soaked condition and his ruined meal.
As Phugsius emerged from the water he began rubbing the soap out of his eyes. A dripping white figure slowly began to take form and Water dripped from his black hair onto his chest. The soap stung his eyes as he sat there trying to wipe it away. As the soap began to run out of his eyes and his vision cleared he was met with a might-as-well-have-been-naked Morgan Pendragon. The white dress really hid nothing on her and as much as Phugsius knew the girl lacked social tact he had to admit he was a bit taken aback.
A torch light danced off of his black irises as they caught Morgans. Phugsius really wasn't in any mood to deal with her snobbish remarks today and just decided it was best to let her do whatever she wanted. He leaned his head back again and spoke calmly, trying to think of a way to tell her this epiphany without sounding like he would have liked her to stay.
"If this is too awkward for you, I apologize. If you stop making too much noise I won't mind if you stay"
Phugsius, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was tempted to take another glance....
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 27, 2009 21:05:45 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," She said again, more quietly this time. "I didn't know you were in here." Now that she wasn't actually looking at him in all his...glory(?), she found that the bite came back to her tongue when addressing him. What a pompous, arrogant little fool. So gracious of him to not mind if she stayed. His magnanimous character probably deserved a medal for his tolerance of her lowly presence. Automatically, her mind switched into 'Bitchy McBitch Mode', and she thought of half a dozen insults to hurl at him for daring to embarrass her in such a way.
But, he was really cute.
Wait, where had that thought come from? He was Fugly Phugsius, for crying out loud! She hated him on principal. He was obnoxious. He was detestable. He was...dreamy....
Okay, so maybe he wasn't fugly.
But still that was no excuse for the way he always acted around her. Being cute did not exempt one from practicing good manners.
Oh, but she hadn't exactly been an example of manners around him herself, had she?
This was getting increasingly complicated.
She was still facing away from him, as her soaked dress clung to her figure. Not that she had much in the way of curves, but she knew she was at least nice looking. "Look, Phugsius," she began, her tone no longer sarcastic and belligerent, or even nervous or embarrassed. "I..." she trailed off. She'd what? Look weak in his eyes? Make him think he'd won? That couldn't happen. She couldn't bring herself to do it. "I'll stay. I'm going to put on my bikini, and I suggest you find yourself something to wear. I mean, any of the prefects or the head boy or girl might walk in at any second. Or any of the teachers for that matter."
She pulled herself out of the bath, pulling her wand out of her bag. She dried herself off as she walked to the changing room, only to emerge a few minutes later in a hot pink and white bikini Gwyn had given her for their last birthday. It was certainly more something Gwyn would wear, as skimpy as it was, and Morgan wished she'd thought to bring her one piece suit instead.
Her hand over her eyes as she emerged, she politely asked, "Um, Phugsius, are you, uh, decent?"
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 27, 2009 21:37:56 GMT -5
Phugsius opened an eye and gazed at Morgan as she spoke. It seemd like she wanted to say something more than just 'i'm gonna put on a bikini okay?'. It was probably going to be some snarky remark about how he was a jerk or something... Nothing original of course. It was the Ravenclaw curse. They were brilliant to be sure, but no originality. All they did was memorize text books and spew it back out to teachers. He was sure that no Ravenclaw had ever had an original thought in their lifetime, or atleast while they had oodles of textbooks to stare at until the pages turned yellow.
Another thing Morgan was mistaken about was that he was here to relax, not to throw on a bathing suit of any sort. It was odd how so many people worried about such a small thing like nudity. Europeans were known for their bitterness toward violence, not the natural beauty that was the human body. There were full fledged nude beaches and most muggle programming was shown on things called televisions, or something like that according to The Muggle World: Electronicks. Yes, he had actually read a book about muggles. Either way most European programming didn't show excessive gore like the American version but nudity was just a natural part of living.
Either way to appease her... worriedness? Phugsius pulled his wand from his robes and added more bubbles with a wave of his wand so she couldn't see underwater. What would she care? As long as he wasn't showing himself did it matter?
Wait, why did he care what she thought in the first place?
"Um, Phugsius, are you, uh, decent?"
"Sure" he said, non chalantly, his head still tilted back enjoying the water and bubbles as they soaked him. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her right? Not that Phugsius cared...
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 27, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -5
Morgan dropped her hand. She noticed the increased bubbles. Perhaps he had been just as embarrassed as she?
She hoped that's what it was. The only other explanation she could think of was that he hadn't wanted to put on a suit, and that was just gross. What a pervert!
Well, in any case, Morgan still needed her bath. Sure, her little...swan dive had gotten her clean, mostly. Still, she needed to unwind. To gather her thoughts and take a quick refuge from the world.
But, then again, Phugsius was here, and he was at the root of most of her problems.
Wasn't he?
Should she say something? She struggled with that issue as she got back into the tub, wearing Gwyn's idea of a bikini. To Morgan it felt like she might as well be naked, or back in her see-through dress.
"uh." The sound felt forced. Morgan's mouth snapped closed as though she'd been hexed. She had a bad habit of saying weird things when she didn't stop to think about her words before hand.
Like when she'd told Sparky she was proud of him. Oh well, Sparky was gay anyway, not to mention one of her best friends. Nothing she said could really be too awkward, given that it was...you know...Sparky. He was like the King of Saying Awkward Things at Inappropriate Times. It was all part of his charm.
"I, uh, like the water. It's...nice?" CRAP! What the fuck was wrong with her? The water was nice? Nice!? And it came out as a question too. Holy Crow, she was spending too much time around Sparky. All of his shyness was rubbing off onto her.
"I guess you are human, after all." She wasn't sure if she meant that as an insult. The tone wasn't caustic. Not like she usually spoke to him.
She was still standing, her bag of toiletries by the side of the tub. She pulled out her usual stuff. Hair potion, soap, bath scent. Would he mind if she put a drop in the water? Never mind, it didn't matter if he did. Morgan dripped a single drop of scent into the bath, and soon the room was rich with the mingled scent of vanilla and lavender. Her favorite.
Trying to ignore Phugsius, but stealing covert looks at him every now and again (to make sure he wasn't planning anything devious, of course), she commenced her usual bathing ritual.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 28, 2009 7:18:50 GMT -5
Phugsius soaked in the bath letting his mind wander into various thoughts and kept his mind relatively clear. His emerald eyes stayed hidden behind his eyelids. He tuned out Morgans shuffling and splashing and digging through things. His mind was just focused on itself and he slowly let a warming sensation fill him and emanate from his body warming the water to a jacuzzi like temperature. This was becoming rather nice despite Morgans presence.
Phugsius was tired to say the least. He was worn for lack of a better term. He had been so busy training his elementalism, and dealing with classes, fighting vampire idiots, stopping silly girls from jinxing professors doors, taking care of Seraphinus ,who he had noticed had become a bit more distant. Then there was putting up with all these people hating him Morgan being one of them, having a rose grow out of his penis, fighting in labyrinths. All these things just took a toll on his body and he needed to relax.
Suddenly in his half concious state he heard Morgan break the silence of the room, once again. "I, uh, like the water. It's...nice? I guess you are human, after all." What was she going on about? OF COURSE he was human, what? Did she expect him to turn into a demon like that fool Lucius? And what was with the random change of topics? Was Morgan actually trying to be nice to him? It sounded pretty hard for her. Maybe this was all a plot by Malachy... If it was Phugsius had to keep his guard up. He wasn't going to let Malachy get the upper hand on him through Morgan. He sat quietly and without meaning to began to fall into a sleep as he listened closely to her motions. The scents that suddenly filled the room discreetly lulled him into slumber. His head resting back on the stone he began to breathe slowly and intermittently. He hadn't even replied to what Morgan had said.
Slowly his dreams began to form inside of his head and his body began reacting outside and he began mumbling nonsense, atleast to anyone listening. Most of the words weren't even coherent. They were simply attempts at language from a state of sleep.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 28, 2009 8:27:00 GMT -5
The scent and the warmth of the water was working on Morgan too. Her muscles loosened, and soon she found herself just floating in the water. She could have gotten out, if she'd wanted. She was clean. Her hair was washed.
But she wasn't going to let Phugsius ruin her bath.
Still, there was something she had to know. He may not have replied to her earlier statements, but they hadn't been questions. "So, uh, why did you lie? I mean, not just to Chika, but to everybody." Her voice was quiet, her tone earnest. She really wanted to know.
He made a sound. Morgan listened, but it was just gibberish. Had he fallen asleep? While she was trying to understand him? What an ass!
Her wand was out again. A flick of her wrist and a mini tidal wave was heading for Phugsius.
"I was wrong. You aren't human, you're Homo Jerkus. A subspecies of human that always acts like a jerk!"
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 28, 2009 8:40:40 GMT -5
"subspecies of human that always acts like a jerk!" That's all the now drenched and soap covered boy had heard as the wave hit him. Since Phugsius had been sleeping with his mouth open water had poured in and began choking him and the taste of soap.... blech. He began coughing violently and reached for his wand. "The hell are you doing Morgan?" he managed to get out between coughs. Was this Malachy's plan: to try and have Morgan drown him in the prefects bath? Phugsius wasn't going to deal with this. Morgan had just officially ruined his bath time.
"Incendio!" A wave of fire flew into the water, away from Morgan, and steam flew into the air creating a very fog like cloudy environment. At this point Phugsius decided to exit the tub throw on a towel and just lie down on a nearby changing bench. All he wanted was some peace and now this know-it-all was ruining it.
He lie down in the sauna-like environment away from Morgan trying to relax and focus again. He was decent now so she couldn't complain.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 30, 2009 11:15:54 GMT -5
What a nutter! Morgan was completely thrown off when he used incendio, and dove for cover, only to realize he was aiming at the other end of the tub. In her frenzy of evasive motion, she lost the bikini top.
And she couldn't find it in all this steam.
Well, this just kept getting better and better, didn't it?
Morgan's first thought was that she was going to kill Gwyn for getting her such a flimsy swim suit. Really! Couldn't she have found something more practical?
Her second thought was that she'd better find the top before the steam cleared, and Phugsius discovered her topless. That would probably be just about the worst thing that could happen. He'd already seen her practically naked once. He didn't need an encore.
But, if she summoned it, he might realize what had happened. Oh, who cared? He would know what had happened if he happened to see her without her top on.
"Accio Bikini Top," she whispered, hoping to elude the amplified acoustics of the room. Of course, even the whisper reverberated a little, but at least it didn't sound like she had shouted it. The tiny piece of cloth flew into her hands. Of course, it was soaked and soapy, but that was only to be expected.
It was really hard to see in this thick steam. Apparently, Phugsius cast a pretty hot incendio. Still, Morgan thought she saw a bench, just there against the wall. She sank down onto it gratefully, only to find it already occupied.
She leapt up, as if stung. "Sorry. I didn't see you. The steam is really thick." She held her hands out in front of her, feeling for an empty bench. She found one with her shin (ouch!), and decided to sit on that one instead, leaning against the comparitively cool marble wall for support. This was not going well. Should she cut her losses and just leave?
No, of course not. To her, this was a competition, and whoever left first lost.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 30, 2009 16:14:46 GMT -5
Phugsius was once again drifting away into sleep. Once again feeling his eyes grow heavy and his body relax, everything was nice a quiet. He had heard morgan call for her bikini top and he was tempted to look, but he could not open his eyes. It was proabbly better since he didn't try since he couldn't see anyway. As he slowly drifted off a soft pressure lowered onto onto his stomach and then suddenly left disrupting the wave of sleep he was trying to enjoy and replacing it with one of shock.
"Sorry. I didn't see you. The steam is really thick."
Gah! Was she purposefully trying to bother him? If she wasn't she sure was magnetized to him like she was. He had to get her to leave... but how.... how could he get Morgan Pendragon to leave him in peace so he could relax... Phugsius wracked his brain for a few moments and had a brilliant idea.
He followed the wall until he began to see Morgan's cloudy figure moments later and he sat down next to her and rested his elbows on his knees. "Y'know Morgan, I think we've been a bit too hasty in judging eachother I think that maybe things have just gone awry for us..." he sat and leaned against the wall in a similar fashion to Morgan. "I think we could be friends if we really, really tried" He scooched closer to her so that their hips were touching, "Maybe even good friends...." He slowly put his arm around her and gave her a sultry wink and his trademark sly grin, "Or maybe more..."
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 1, 2009 21:01:55 GMT -5
Ah. Finally, some quiet. In the steamy room, where she couldn't see that stupid Phugsius, she could pretend she was alone. Now, all she had to do was wait the weasel out. Seeing as how he was in here already when she got here, she figured he'd be leaving soon. She closed her eyes, and slowly breathed in the humid air, reveling in the peace and quiet. Her tension began to drain away. She released the breath just as slowly, and felt even more relaxed.
Someone sat down next to her.
Good Lord, what did he want now? She was trying to be quiet. She was trying to encourage him to leave. After all, if he really wanted a nap that badly, he had a bed, didn't he? Still, she tried not to show any reaction when Phugsius sat down. She didn't even open her eyes. Her posture was completely relaxed. Her back and shoulders against the cool marble, her head tilted back, resting against a towel serving as a makeshift pillow. Her arms were loosely in her lap, and her legs were stretched out with relaxed knees.
The Ravenclaw locker room, needed a sauna. For sure.
"Y'know Morgan, I think we've been a bit too hasty in judging each other I think that maybe things have just gone awry for us..."
Well, that actually sounded reasonable. One amber eye peeped open, gazing lazily in the direction of Phugsius.
"I think we could be friends if we really, really tried"
Was he being serious? Morgan decided he was. She opened both eyes and lifted her head, moving her towel-pillow into her lap.
"Maybe even good friends...."
Morgan noted the proximity of their hips. What was going on in that boy's head? Didn't he realize that she had a year and two inches on him? Why did she always attract short guys? The only boyfriend she'd ever had who was taller than her was Lucius, and he was still painful to think about.
Oh yes, she knew where he was heading.
"Or maybe more..."
Ugh. Seriously? How stereotypical could you get? Still, Morgan returned his sly smile with her own sultry one. Now that he had a towel wrapped around him, she could parry this rather weak move with confidence. Her eyelashes fluttered in false surprise.
"Why, Phugsius, I have been thinking along those very same lines since I accidentally walked in on you. There really is no reason we shouldn't be friends." She leaned in to him, bringing one hand up to his face. Then, she proceeded to kiss him.
Meanwhile, her other hand, the one covered by the towel, held her wand as she silently cast a few choice spells, rapid fire. She vanished Phugsius's clothing (abandoned, as they were, in a corner of the room), and cast an Imperturbable Charm on the wall with the door. Of course, as the room was still steamy, he would probably not notice this until much later. However, this next spell he certainly would notice.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 1, 2009 23:28:15 GMT -5
A shock instantly set into him as she suddenly kissed him. W-w-w-what!? She was supposed to run and flee and get away from him, not kiss him back. This was way too out of character for Morgan. She didn't make out with random guys did she? He supposed he couldn't blame her, she was probably lonely. Still though this had definately not worked the way he planned it. This would have been exciting for anyone else but Phugsius probably...
Then it struck him. he realized what was about to happen just as it did happen. Phugsius sat stiff as a board in the same position he had been in while the kiss had happened. Damn her... Damn it all, if only he'd been expecting this from the Ravenclaw. he should have seen this coming. It was Morgan though. Gahhhhh
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 3, 2009 19:39:59 GMT -5
"Listen here, you. I am not that kind of cheap floozie. I don't know what kind of girls you're used to running around with, but I am not one of them. Perhaps Chika is well shot of you. You are a liar and a scoundrel, and you can rot in here forever for all I care." She tapped her wand on the top of his head, casting a disillusionment charm over him so that he was practically invisible, especially in all this steam. Then, she took his towel. If she were lucky, it'd be a while before anyone found him.
She took her time getting her things together. She was hedging. Maybe this was too cruel, even for Phugsius. She looked over at where he sat, invisible. She had already vanished his clothes. He'd have to walk back to his dorm in nothing but a towel. Would that be punishment enough? And, what would he do to her once he was found? What would happen to her if he wasn't found?
Having gathered all her things, she hesitated. "Look, Phugsius, I'm sorry for whatever it is you pretend I did to you. I offered my friend a laugh after something made her unhappy. That's all. I'm sorry if it was misunderstood." She sat down next to him, her head in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees. "God, when is this ever going to end? I'm so tired of fighting."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 3, 2009 20:01:45 GMT -5
Ashelle had been studying for hours in the library. Her back and neck were sore from sitting and reading over a desk for so long. A bath would be very nice way to unwind from so many hours of digesting facts and spells. She had been reading up on Legimency, a fascinating subject, but clearly impossible to study alone. Perhaps that was why she couldn't admit to herself that she had a strange feeling . . . like the Prefects Bath was the place she ought to be right now.
As she walked down to the Prefects Bathroom, tote of soaps and hair potions in hand she wonder if she might have forgotten something . . . she'd been in kind of a rush to get down her and prove to herself -erm, that is- she felt rather greasy from spending all that time around those old moldy books and a bath was sorely needed.
She walked just in time to overhear Morgan saying she didn't want to fight anymore, but when she reached the bench she couldn't see anyone there.
"I thought we weren't fighting anymore," she said, believe Morgan had known it was her somehow, "Look, we shouldn't let a boy tear us apart like this. If I swore to you I'd never ever so much a look at any boy you fancy's shadow again, could we maybe forget Malachy ever exsisted? Please?"
Ashelle was hurt that after the past few months of things seeming to be going well Morgan would bring this up again. She put her tote on the floor and tried to sit next to her friend only to Jump to her feet again scared to death. "OHMIGODDESS, what is that invisible thing on the bench!"
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