Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 19, 2009 16:31:34 GMT -5
Conor walked the entire length of the trip without looking behind him once. He was too embarrassed to face the boy who he hoped was still trailing behind him towards the common room. Only the occasional BOC of the chicken was enough to assure him that the new Hufflepuff was even still there.
He reached the closet, finally, and opened the door for the new student. Conor finally looked behind him to make sure he was still being followed. Reassured, he entered the closet and got down on one knee in front of the trap door.
"Snowcone."
The badger carved into the wood of the door lifted a latch and the door swung open, revealing the ladder that led into the common room.
"Um, uh, I'll go first," Conor said, then took the ladder and began his descent. Ouch. His chest still hurt, and moving it was not helping one bit.
He reached the bottom and looked up at the other boy before looking away embarrassed even more. Oh man. What a site.
I’m going into the closet.. he thought, a glimmer of a smile flashing across his face. Mr. Flamboyant willingly going back in the closet. How ironic that his new home would be located here. He watched as the boy got down on his knee by the carving of a badger, barely suppressing the urge to give his rear end a once over. Snow cone, he repeated the password over and over in his head trying to commit it to memory and knowing that he’d likely forget it by tomorrow.
Gazing down at the ladder which the other boy had climbed down he just knew this wasn’t going to be pretty. It was a death trap just waiting to catch some unfortunate clumsy student. Unfortunately Shiori just happened to be one of the clumsiest people to ever exist, and he had to climb down while holding a chicken. Perfect, this was going to be a piece of pie. Well, not really.
Sighing in resignation, he placed a foot on the first step while shifting Oni to his left arm, leaving one arm free to hold on to the ladder. One foot then the next, nice and steady, nice and easy, you can do this. Too bad today just didn’t seem to be his lucky day for on the third step his felt his foot slip from the step, his grip to weak to hold him balanced he went falling down the rest of the distance to the ground. He somehow managed to twist himself around so he ended up slapping to the hard ground back first with his chicken on his chest, safe from being smooshed underneath him.
Whining low in his throat he started to cry, fat tears rolling messily down his cheeks as his breathing sped up. His back felt like it was on fire with little pin needles stabbing into the skin, and he had the tiny claws of a distressed chicken hooked into his stomach area. Closing his eyes, he wondered what he’d done to deserve such an awful day.
Homophobia
[/b] is just insecurity of one's Heterosexuality.[/center][/b]
Post by Amira Raines on Jul 19, 2009 21:38:37 GMT -5
Amira sat on the couch playing with her pretty kitty, Kelala. The blond haired girl had a blue shoestring with an orange puffball at the end. She moved the string slowly back and forth watching the yellow eyes of the British spotted cat.
Amira was wearing a pink hoddie with brown stripes. On the hoodie there were little brown puffballs. Today she was to lazy to put her hair up so it was down messily scattered around her.
Amira put the string in her jeans pocket. She looked toward the entrance as she saw a boy standing looking slightly embarrassed. Kelala eyed the puffballs on her shirt. When her owner was looking away she jumped on her chewing on the puffballs.
Amira looked back at her precious cat who was playfully chewing on the puffball on her chest. She smiled and placed her hands on her kitty's back.
She heard a loud thump. She looked over to see yet another hufflepuff. He had landed on the ground. She held on to Kelala and walked over to the hufflepuff that was on the ground and squatted next to him.
"Are you alright?" she said sticking her hand out to help him. Kelala was still playing with the string.
Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 19, 2009 22:25:29 GMT -5
THUMP.
Oh god all mighty lord of oh jesus
Conor's eyes shot up from their fixation on the ground to... well, just a bit farther away on the ground. He should have thought something like this would happen! He should have offered to hold the chicken! God he was the worst student ever he was. He pulled out his wand and got down on his knees next to Shiori to look him over. Oni was being rather rude right now, and didn't appear to thank his owner one bit.
"I am so sorry oh god I am please are you okay can I do anything?"
Conor would need to learn to speak slowly again. Ever since he first saw Shiori his heart was going a little faster in the anxiety.
"Here," he said, catching himself and speaking slower, "roll over and I'll try to fix anything up that you may have hurt."
Oh yeah, there was some girl there, but Conor was very much not interested in her.
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2009 22:25:48 GMT -5 by Conor Driscol
“I’m not ok, so not ok. I’m so far from ok that I’m.. like, a-z.” he mumbled out, breath hiccupping as he could not seem to stop the water works. Shoving the crazy bird off of him, he opened his eyes only to find the other boy a lot closer than he had been before. Blinking rapidly in an effort to see past the salty liquid spilling from his eyes, he silently cursed his pale complexion as he felt the heat rise once more in his cheeks. If this kept happening he was going to end up looking like a tomato permanently.
“I- I’m okay, I think.. At least I didn’t break anything.” he stuttered out, wiping a hand furiously across his eyes. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself up slightly on his elbows, wincing as the stinging sensation in his back increased. Talk about back burner.
“You’re the one who’s really hurt.. Oni usually draws blood when he goes crazy..” he stated, turning his gaze back to Conor. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out. he told himself when he realized how much smaller the distance between them was with him resting on his elbows. Perfect distance for kissing, just a little tilt of the head.. No, no! Bad thoughts. Shaking his head lightly he finally remembered there was someone else in the room with them.
“Oh.. Um, not sure I can really stand at the moment..” he mumbled, smiling weakly toward the girl holding out a helping hand. Well, at least he’d leave an impression on his fellow students, whether it was a good one or a bad one was the question.
Homophobia
[/b] is just insecurity of one's Heterosexuality.[/center][/b]
Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 19, 2009 23:26:07 GMT -5
Oh good, Conor thought, the boy didn't have his back broken. Actually, in hindsight, Conor realized his intended spell, Episkey, wouldn't have helped Shiori much if his back was actually broken.
Oh, also, Conor could actually feel the heat of the other boy's face so close to his. For a small moment, a scene played out in his mind, an entirely common occurrence for the boy. The scene sent a blush up his face as well: "Oh Conor!" Shiori said, his eyes no longer shining with tears, now shining with a mixture of adoration and lust. Shiori lifts his hand up to touch the cheek of the other Hufflepuff.
"Shh," Conor shushed the other boy, his own hand coming up to touch Shiori's, "Just let me..."
"What?"
"Just let me kiss you."
Of course, then the little fantasy moved on to some heavy petting, which left Conor blushing in the real world. Oh man, being a teenager sucked.
"You're obviously not okay, and I'm fine. You're crying and you can't get up. Here, let me-"
Conor placed both hands on Shiori's shoulders and pushed him up to a full sitting position. Holding the boy up, Conor traced his wand down his back and whispered his healing spell, the only one he knew, hoping it would help even some what. He was really only good in one subject, and even in that subject he was only an E, not an O, and that subject was Transfiguration. Conor's goal was to be an animagus by the end of the summer.
Shiori hissed slightly as the pin needle sensations intensified as Conor ran his wand down his back, but thankfully the pain receded quickly leaving a numbing sensation in it’s places. Slumping back against the arm holding him up he smiled in relief, his breathing slowly calming down until it only had the occasional hitch.
“Thank you..” he whispered with a small smile. Gathering what little courage he had he quickly kissed the other boy’s cheek, a look of gratitude on his face. Oni’s insistent nudging at his side brought back to his mind the fact that the other boy was likely bruised and cut along the chest.
“Do you want me to, um.. heal your chest? I’ve never tried this spell on a live person before.. But it should work.” He said, maneuvering slightly so he could wiggle his wand out into his hand. Not waiting for a reply he flicked it sharply at the damaged area, intoning the spell “Episkey.”
Homophobia
[/b] is just insecurity of one's Heterosexuality.[/center][/b]
Post by Amira Raines on Jul 20, 2009 8:27:37 GMT -5
Amira sat next to the hufflepuff on the floor. She looked at the chicken that the other boy moved of the guys chest. Oh my gosh he has a chicken. We have a new hufflepuff and he has a chicken! Wait a second... he has a chicken and I have a cat.
She looked down at the cat. The cat's eyes followed the chicken. Amira waved the puffball in front of the cat's face. Kelala wasn't interested all she wanted was that tasty chicken.
She looked back to the two boys. One of them was kissing the other boy's cheek. "I be back," she said standing up. She stood up and walked past the chicken. The cat lunged for it, but Amira new that was what she would do. She held on to the cat.
"Kelala, the chicken is not a toy okay," she whispered into the cat's ear giving her a stern look. She walked to her room and set Kelala on the bed. Amira fed her some canned food that tasted like chicken. She stayed in there while her cat ate.DERP!
Post by Emma Gillespie on Jul 20, 2009 14:01:44 GMT -5
Emma had been sitting on her bed when she heard a loud thud come from the common room. Probably another stupid first year student falling on his ass again trying to carry too much down the ladder. Did they even know that their stuff got transported to their room?
Emma poked her head out into the common room and smiled. She saw the one boy bending over helping the other. Awwwww they were friends.
Emma quietly took out her wand and gave it a wave and sunk back into the the girls dorm as she heard Conors pants rip. She walked back to her bed and lie down quietly reading her textbook for Potions.
What do you do when someone you love turns into a vamp?
Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 20, 2009 14:59:24 GMT -5
Conor felt his chest get warm, and then icy cold, and then he felt nothing. Perfect. Oh, yeah, Shiori kissed his cheek.
Holy shit-
Conor felt his chest get warm again. This was so weird and completely out of the usual. He couldn't complain though, just couldn't. He wrapped his arms around Shiori and hugged him close for just a small, peaceful moment. Under his breath, almost silently, he whispered "Thank you."
Then his pants ripped somewhere.
The embarrassed blush struck Conor again, and he was completely terrified to move at all. The small peaceful moment turned into a long embrace, his face completely red and his eyes resembling something like this: O.O
"Uhm..." Conor mumbled, "Could you um uh stand up and uhm look away for justasecondplease?"
Post by Amira Raines on Jul 20, 2009 15:00:00 GMT -5
Amira walked into the girls dorm. She saw a girl reading a potions textbook. "Hello. I'm Amira," she said holding her cat with one hand and reaching her other out to shake hands with the girl.
After losing sight of the chicken the cat happily played with the strings on her shirt again.
Post by Emma Gillespie on Jul 20, 2009 15:36:12 GMT -5
"Hi, Amira! I'm Emma." Emma smiled and kicked her legs on the bed as she took Amiras hand. "This isn't going to turn into the show in the common room is it?" Emma raised an eye brow and gave a sly grin.
What do you do when someone you love turns into a vamp?
Post by Amira Raines on Jul 20, 2009 17:15:16 GMT -5
ooc: I started writing this before you posted bic: Amira shook hands with the girl. She had said her name was Emma. Amira looked down at Kelala who was now investigating Emma. Amira looked up and noticed her grin and raised eyebrow.
"Do you want to pet her?" Amira said nodding toward Kelala. "Are you going to the dance?" she asked. She had heard of the dance but didn't really pay much attention to it. She had planned on going.
"Do you want to go shopping with me. I have to look for a dress for the dance. Oh yeah I also need a date," Amira said.
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2009 19:18:38 GMT -5 by Amira Raines
Oh, oh my. Was the only though running through his head as he was embraced. Relaxing into the other boy’s arms, he rested his chin lightly on Conor’s shoulder hoping that just maybe his day was improving until he got an eyeful of a girl slinking away after waving her wand at them. It’s that freak from the lake! The thought registered simultaneously as a soft ripping sound reached his ears. He realized as Conor’s body tensed suddenly that the ripping sound was the boy’s pants. What a bitch to ruin such a good moment with such a stupid, unwarranted prank.
“It’s okay..” he tried to reassure the other boy as he gently extracted himself from his arms and stood. But instead of turning around he snapped his wand towards his fellow ‘Puff once more, casting a silent reparo charm. He thanked the heavens that he had a knack for charms, they really did come in handy more often than not.
“It was some crazy chit..” he snarled, promising himself he’d have his revenge on her for ruining the moment as he held his hand out to help the other boy up “I saw her just yesterday by the lake, she tossed a cat into the water, an unknown cat that was just trying to lounge, and she was draping herself all over some poor cute boy trying to be seductive. Key word- trying, she sucked. The psycho chit.”
By the end of his little mini-rant he was panting slightly, eyes narrowed in a glare aimed at the area where the girl had disappeared to. Realizing he probably just freaked the boy out with his tirade he widened his eyes in a puppy-dog fashion, gnawing at his lower lip nervously.
Ooc: S’okay, I know what it’s like to post at the same time as someone else and have to edit. I once had to re-do an entire long ass post ><
Umm, I don’t want to sound mean or anything, but… If you guys are going to remain “in the dorm” chatting, could you start your own thread or something. It’s be a bit rude to spam this thread up with posts completely unrelated to the original post. It’s not nice to take over.. By all means, though, feel free to rejoin us in the common room… XD
Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 21, 2009 9:33:45 GMT -5
Oh thank heavens. The boy knew his charms. Honestly, despite the ease of the Reparo charm, Conor doubted his ability to cast it effectively. He was rubbish, and this boy, whom Conor was still having trouble speaking in full sentences to, was able to repair his pants like it was nothing at all.
Also, the boy had a chicken.
Also, the boy was gay.
Also, the boy had kissed his cheek.
Also, chicken.
Conor took Shiori's hand, having completely ignored his rant and instead thinking to himself, and lifted up to his feet. He didn't let go of Shiori's hand. Instead, he leaned in close to the boy, his own blue eyes staring into those big puppy dog eyes. The tension was thicker than butter. Then, Conor made his move.
"Would you like to go get coffee or something sometime?"
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