Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 11, 2007 9:39:57 GMT -5
[ooc: Caution: This post is so intense it gave me a nosebleed while I was writing it. True story. Also it's basically a big rambling rant, so...]
Distracted by his own thoughts and depression, Sparky was not watching where he was going. This, coupled with the fact that Sparky spent his time either looking at the floor, at Teagan or at some point in the distance, meant that this was basically an accident waiting to happen. Sure enough, on his way out of the now depressing Feasting Hall, he bumped into someone. He was certain he had spoken to this girl before [Why did Thestrals come to mind?], but he could not remember her name, let alone place the name of the boy standing next to her.
"I'm sorry!" He blurted immediately, just as dismayed about staying around the frolicking couples as he was about harming someone. It may have been selfish of him, but he wanted to get out before he lost his resolve or broke down on the floor like the wimp he was. "Are you okay?" He asked Ashelle, whose name he still did not remember. As much as he wanted to avoid his eventual tearful meltdown being public, he still did not want to be as rude as it would be to just walk off and leave her there.
With his luck, the boy she was with [most likely her boyfriend] would start a fight or something.
Fight?
Sparky's eyes both widened and lit up at the recognition as he finally remembered just who the heck the girl he had bumped into was. "Oh, hello, Ashelle..." This was the younger girl he had dueled, beaten, and somehow reduced to tears and screaming about her past that she wanted to keep secret. As he thought that over, he felt a minuscule twinge of guilt at what he had done [namely splash her in the face repeatedly and magic-wedgie her to death], but he ignored it. Besides, she had killed one of his mice.
But now, it was too late for him to escape from Teagan.
He had to look...
...
He shouldn't have looked.
Slowly, he had turned himself in the general direction of where he had watched Teagan disappear, and after a few moments of concentrated searching, he found her once more, near unnoticeable as she was. Instantly he half regretted that he looked, and half rejoiced he had looked. Around this time, a GIANT FRIGGIN' SPIDER in roller-skates skated past him into the Dance, but so great was his captivation with Teagan that he hardly noticed at all. Funny how things you were obsessed with could do that to you.
She was just so... Perfect.
The way she held herself, her appearance, her rather frightening and mysterious personality, all of it. His gaze immediately registered longing and mostly unrealized lust within itself as he watched her. The way she didn't flaunt herself, how she was NOT one of the ones parading about the dance floor with three-fourths of her breasts exposed, just seemed to make her all the more alluring in his eyes. He bit his lip, torrents of different emotions rushing through him, most of which seemed to flash past without even being realized. Oh, how he wanted her...
It was, in a way, somewhat hilarious how he seemed to need her, along with a selfish wanting, and how he desired to simply know the confusing bundle of mysteries that made up Teagan Monolayre. He wished to understand her, know how her mind worked. Various questions about her would speed through his thoughts at all sorts of times, especially right when he was about to fall asleep which resulted in him staying up to ponder the question and get even less sleep. What made the elusive Teagan tick? What was her past like? What did she want her future to be like? What were her dreams, goals, ambitions? What did she look like beneath her clothes? Behind her severe, folded arms? Was she hiding a single ounce of, perhaps, pitying affection for him inside her body? If she was capable of producing a patronus, what form did it take? Did she desire anything at all? Did she care?
He simply wanted to know her. Was that too much to ask?
...
Yes, apparently it was.
Every attempt to be friendly, no matter how forward or reserved, had been rejected. She could not even bother to call him by his first name! She couldn't even seem to reserve a second glance for him..
Yes, as much as he resented all of this, he couldn't bring himself to 'hate' her, or blame, or even somewhat dislike her. He was not attractive, in both a physical and mental sense. He was utterly useless. He was clingy, annoying, stubborn, redundant, boring, and he was just an all around.. generally sucky guy.
But, filled with self-loathing as he was, he could just as much stop himself from obsessing over [and therefore bothering] Teagan as much as he could consume his own, still-beating heart.
His longing to know more about Teagan just seemed to increase with each passing day.
Perhaps that was how he had become a Ravenclaw. Whether you took into account his rather pitiful attempts at practical schoolwork or not, Sparky wanted to know things. He wanted to know how everything worked why he existed, if there was in fact a God or some other holy being 'up there', the whole big existential crisis in a big human-sized bucket. His curiosity about life in general, of course, would logically attach itself to what he was obsessing over.
...If you couldn't tell, that would be Teagan.
'Ah well', he felt himself think. 'Even if I had the guts to ask her to dance and she, for some strange reason, possibly being drugged, accepted, I can't exactly 'dance' well..'
Sighing, his longing eyes still locked onto Teagan, he attempted to bring himself back down to reality.
What was going on again?
Oh, right, he had bumped into someone.
Yet, he could not bring himself to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous sight they had decided to settle on.
'Teagan...'
Distracted by his own thoughts and depression, Sparky was not watching where he was going. This, coupled with the fact that Sparky spent his time either looking at the floor, at Teagan or at some point in the distance, meant that this was basically an accident waiting to happen. Sure enough, on his way out of the now depressing Feasting Hall, he bumped into someone. He was certain he had spoken to this girl before [Why did Thestrals come to mind?], but he could not remember her name, let alone place the name of the boy standing next to her.
"I'm sorry!" He blurted immediately, just as dismayed about staying around the frolicking couples as he was about harming someone. It may have been selfish of him, but he wanted to get out before he lost his resolve or broke down on the floor like the wimp he was. "Are you okay?" He asked Ashelle, whose name he still did not remember. As much as he wanted to avoid his eventual tearful meltdown being public, he still did not want to be as rude as it would be to just walk off and leave her there.
With his luck, the boy she was with [most likely her boyfriend] would start a fight or something.
Fight?
Sparky's eyes both widened and lit up at the recognition as he finally remembered just who the heck the girl he had bumped into was. "Oh, hello, Ashelle..." This was the younger girl he had dueled, beaten, and somehow reduced to tears and screaming about her past that she wanted to keep secret. As he thought that over, he felt a minuscule twinge of guilt at what he had done [namely splash her in the face repeatedly and magic-wedgie her to death], but he ignored it. Besides, she had killed one of his mice.
But now, it was too late for him to escape from Teagan.
He had to look...
...
He shouldn't have looked.
Slowly, he had turned himself in the general direction of where he had watched Teagan disappear, and after a few moments of concentrated searching, he found her once more, near unnoticeable as she was. Instantly he half regretted that he looked, and half rejoiced he had looked. Around this time, a GIANT FRIGGIN' SPIDER in roller-skates skated past him into the Dance, but so great was his captivation with Teagan that he hardly noticed at all. Funny how things you were obsessed with could do that to you.
She was just so... Perfect.
The way she held herself, her appearance, her rather frightening and mysterious personality, all of it. His gaze immediately registered longing and mostly unrealized lust within itself as he watched her. The way she didn't flaunt herself, how she was NOT one of the ones parading about the dance floor with three-fourths of her breasts exposed, just seemed to make her all the more alluring in his eyes. He bit his lip, torrents of different emotions rushing through him, most of which seemed to flash past without even being realized. Oh, how he wanted her...
It was, in a way, somewhat hilarious how he seemed to need her, along with a selfish wanting, and how he desired to simply know the confusing bundle of mysteries that made up Teagan Monolayre. He wished to understand her, know how her mind worked. Various questions about her would speed through his thoughts at all sorts of times, especially right when he was about to fall asleep which resulted in him staying up to ponder the question and get even less sleep. What made the elusive Teagan tick? What was her past like? What did she want her future to be like? What were her dreams, goals, ambitions? What did she look like beneath her clothes? Behind her severe, folded arms? Was she hiding a single ounce of, perhaps, pitying affection for him inside her body? If she was capable of producing a patronus, what form did it take? Did she desire anything at all? Did she care?
He simply wanted to know her. Was that too much to ask?
...
Yes, apparently it was.
Every attempt to be friendly, no matter how forward or reserved, had been rejected. She could not even bother to call him by his first name! She couldn't even seem to reserve a second glance for him..
Yes, as much as he resented all of this, he couldn't bring himself to 'hate' her, or blame, or even somewhat dislike her. He was not attractive, in both a physical and mental sense. He was utterly useless. He was clingy, annoying, stubborn, redundant, boring, and he was just an all around.. generally sucky guy.
But, filled with self-loathing as he was, he could just as much stop himself from obsessing over [and therefore bothering] Teagan as much as he could consume his own, still-beating heart.
His longing to know more about Teagan just seemed to increase with each passing day.
Perhaps that was how he had become a Ravenclaw. Whether you took into account his rather pitiful attempts at practical schoolwork or not, Sparky wanted to know things. He wanted to know how everything worked why he existed, if there was in fact a God or some other holy being 'up there', the whole big existential crisis in a big human-sized bucket. His curiosity about life in general, of course, would logically attach itself to what he was obsessing over.
...If you couldn't tell, that would be Teagan.
'Ah well', he felt himself think. 'Even if I had the guts to ask her to dance and she, for some strange reason, possibly being drugged, accepted, I can't exactly 'dance' well..'
Sighing, his longing eyes still locked onto Teagan, he attempted to bring himself back down to reality.
What was going on again?
Oh, right, he had bumped into someone.
Yet, he could not bring himself to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous sight they had decided to settle on.
'Teagan...'