Post by Amira Raines on Dec 11, 2010 19:34:25 GMT -5
The curly haired boy that used the plant potion came over and began to talk to her. Cyan was his name. "Hello," she said in a shaky voice. The Hufflepuff was still freaked out due to her getting licked by a infatuated giant snake with wings. "I'm Amira," she said. He'd asked her why she'd chosen that particular potion then stroked his egg. He must be proud of that egg or something. At least he didn't lick it like the crazy snake licked her. "I chose it because it was one of my favorite colors. I don't have much knowledge of potions," she said.
The blond began to wander if you could even eat these eggs--there would probably be baby snakes crawling/slithering/flying around inside her. That would hurt when they got as big as the love snake in the ring.
"Nice to meet you, Amira." Cyan flashed her a grin.
"One of your favorite colors, huh? You sure got lucky." He pouted slightly, his eyes glancing over to the monster. He continued to stroke the egg without noticing. It was probably soothing. "I didn't even have a chance to pick one."
He leaned closer to her, whispering in confidence, a tone hushed like snow preparing to rush off a floppy tree limb. "Someone pushed me in that ring. Did you happen to see who...?"
Cyan figured his gamble wasn't too big. So long as Amira was innocent, then maybe she'd reveal the culprit?
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Amira Raines on Dec 17, 2010 17:12:13 GMT -5
He said that someone had pushed him into the ring. Who was it? There were a lot of people in that class. It wasn't her and it obviously wasn't himself. It could have been Chika, but she was too nice to do something like that. Thoughts piled into her mind. She knew what this meant... she was playing a detective.
This would be the time when she pulled on her Sherlock Holmes costume and go steal a pipe from some random old guy. She would aside from the fact that she didn't own any of that and she had no idea where the pipe had been.
She felt like she was in an episode of Scooby-Doo where absolutely no one dies. Cyan would be the client and she would be the detective. This took her mind off just being kissed by a giant flying maniac snake.
"Well," she whispered quietly and moved closer next to him," It could have been anyone in the room(?). It wasn't me, though. It could have been Chika, or Leon, or anybody else. Leon, however was next to me so it wasn't him. I think it was the blond Hufflepuff boy," she accused. Wow, she thought, I'm a good detective. She smiled to herself happily. She had solved the mystery. Sort of.DERP!
Amira was very thoughtful in her answer as she moved closer until she was only a few centimeters away from Cyan. She deduced it was that blond kid from her own house. It made since--Chika wouldn't do it. If Amira was telling the truth, then both her and that Lion guy had an alibi.
"I see," muttered Cyan quietly, holding his silver egg to his chest. His blue eyes narrowed at the suspect.
The guilty blond boy was off tottering around the Lion guy and prancing about with his egg held high. He also cheered like a lunatic. Cyan had a few classes with him--he had lazy blond hair that formed some kind of accidental all-too-attractive halo around his scalp, and he also had baby blue eyes. He seemed perfectly innocent, perfectly cocky, and perfectly arrogant.
Oh, and a little too pretty for his taste. Cyan knew what those types were up to. He was one--kind of.
Right. It was always the sweet-looking types. Cyan, as a rather tasty-looking youth himself, knew this. With all the trouble he caused at home, using his gentle appearance and candied behavior, he had most certainly gotten out of a lot of trouble. Cyrus, too.
Cyan continued sizing him up. Oh, yeah. That guy... He was definitely a devil in disguise. It occurred to him in some remote part of his mind that his ally, Amira, also had blond hair and baby blue eyes, but this Nazi-approved appearance didn't seem to important at the time. She, like Chika, was far too cute to be some monster in disguise.
On another note, those hufflepuffs were friggin' crazy, man.
"Thanks, Amira," he replied a moment later, quickly shifting his glare from his newly discovered adversary. He grinned. He noticed they were quite close to one another and took a meek half-step back.
"I really owe you one."
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Dec 18, 2010 21:16:20 GMT -5
Finnegan paused in his celebration as he caught a certain brunette boy looking his way through the group of students. What some (read: everyone else but him) would've taken as a definite look of dislike, he took as a look of interest. That had to be what that was, right? He trotted over to the boy, tossing a quick grin to the blonde chick beside him, confident cerulean eyes sweeping over them both in a quick up-and-down.
Man, how many blondes were there at this school? Even the Headmaster was fair-headed, though Finny'd heard through the grapevine the guy had recently gone bald, or something. It was weird, now that he thought about it, each House had a typical hairstyle: Gryffindor: brown hair, Ravenclaws: straight hair, Slytherins: black hair, and Awesome Hufflepuffs: blonde hair. Dang. Maybe you actually got sorted not by your personality or whatever, but by your haircut. Man! Firedog U was crazy.
Anyway, back to the two.
The chick was cute, very sweet-looking, petite. The boy was also cute, attractive blue eyes, nice smile. He'd usually assume, due to their proximity, that they were dating, or whatever, but the guy had totally given him that look, so he knew he was safe just going ahead and--
"'Sup, I'm Finny!" He grinned, cradled his egg -- were they supposed to, like, turn those in? Ah, well. "This class is somethin', huh?"
Post by Amira Raines on Dec 18, 2010 22:30:34 GMT -5
Cyan had been clutching that egg like he was a mother that had just had a baby. Amira had just been holding hers at her side, enough so that it didn't fall. Was she supposed to be loving it? Why would she love it? She just got licked by its Mom. She tried not to think of it in that way. She thought of it as a creature. Not human. Not lesbian.
Cyan had given the blond boy a creepy glare. It was weird how Slytherins did that. Well, Hufflepuffs were weird, Slytherins were just plain scary. He thanked her and stepped back, though she took no notice to that because she was pleased to be thanked for her wonderful detective work. The Hufflepuff nodded once as a sign of 'You're Welcome'. He said that he owed her. That's it. She declared him as her best friend.
The accused culprit walked over to the two. He had looked them over. Amira looked at Cyan. The male Hufflepuff had just checked him out. He had just checked them both out. This boy was a Hufflepuff meaning he was... different, just like her. This boy just creeped her out.
He was smiling as he was talking to them. He, too, was cuddling his egg. What was it? She wasn't cuddling her egg. Maybe she should just fit in. No matter how much she didn't want to, she clutched her egg at her chest. She never like to be the odd one out.
She didn't bother waiting for Cyan's reaction. "Hi. I'm Amira," she said refusing to answer the last question. Finny was in her house. She had to be nice to him. She didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with him. She reached out to shake his hand. She gave Cyan a look saying "sorry, but he is in my house and I don't want to become enemies with him. I have to live with him. I'm totally on your side. Don't think that I'm not". If you can even picture that look. If you can't I'll just say it was a meaningful glance.
Last Edit: Dec 19, 2010 0:42:24 GMT -5 by Amira Raines
As if on cue, that jerk approached. Oh, no. Had Cyan been too obvious in his glare? Revenge would have to wait until later--he couldn't just do something in the middle of class like this. Even if the teacher was letting them chatter on like the world didn't matter.
And--Was that guy--Was that guy--Was that guy checking him out? Cyan blushed, not really sure how to take this. His blue eyes flickered to Amira.
That freak introduced himself as Finny and yapped on like they were friends or something.
The slytherin nervously continued stroking his egg. He really had no idea what exactly was going on here. His normal blue (as in, like, not dark, not light, but normal) eyes glanced at Amira's baby blues, which then moved on to Finny's own baby blues. Say, what was with all these blue eyes? That had to be against the odds or something, right?
Cyan watched Amira curiously. She seemed to be sending him a telepathic message or something, but his receiver was busted. What did she want?
That pair was in the same house, so she had to keep the peace. Maybe he should use this opportunity to get him back right under the teacher's nose? Nah, he didn't want points docked from his house. Oh, thought Cyan, dots finally connection. He should use this opportunity to get information about that jerk for later! Right!
Amira was so smart. He shot her an appreciative glance.
Smiling politely (as compared to grinning earlier), he held out a Caucasian hand close to Finny. He wanted a handshake. Duh. "Hey, I'm Cyan. Nice to meet you," he said, lying through his teeth.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Dec 19, 2010 2:13:45 GMT -5
The chick introduced herself as Amira, and then went all formal wanting a handshake. Finny, never one to deny something with a cute face, accepted, shaking her hand up and down firmly while grinning back at her. He realized he'd seen her in passing before, from the common room or maybe even his house table. So, that only went to confirm what he'd thought before, right? Both Hufflepuffs, both blond/e. Crazy awesome.
The other boy smiled very cutely at him and then also went with a polite handshake, which Finny, of course, returned, almost dropping his egg in the process. Would breaking it lower his score? Man, that would suck, especially after his ingenious plan to get the dang thing. Oh well, whatever, it wasn't like this class was even required. I mean, if it was, you'd think more than just like six students would show up, right?
"Nice to meet'cha both," he told them, cheerful smile still in place -- it was always still in place, as little to nothing upset Finnegan Darby -- and then turned his gaze on Cyan. "What house are you in, Cyan?" His eyes, briefly, flicked up to the boy's curly brown hair, then went back down to his face. "I bet you're a Gryffie, huh?"
Post by Amira Raines on Dec 19, 2010 14:40:28 GMT -5
Amira was so happy that Cyan had understood her. Only best friends could understand what each other was thinking. Cyan had reached forward to shake Finny's hand as well. She wondered what Cyan would do. He couldn't be stupid enough to do whatever here and now right in front of teacher, wherever she was.
The blond could tell that her Slytherin friend was forcing himself to greet him politely. He wasn't that stupid, but he was a terrible actor. The male Hufflepuff began to ask him questions.
He thought Cyan was a Gryffindor. Did he not just see the glare Cyan had given him? Or was he just crazy? He was probably crazy. He got glared at and came over anyway. Normal people would probably back away. Amira's pale blue eyes looked from Finny to Cyan and back again.
That boy was still, like, looking at him. You know, like looking instead of just looking. As in, you know, like-looking. That guy could've had villainous hearts sprouting from his eyeballs. Cyan swallowed, his warm spit sliding down the back of his throat. What the bloody hell was with this guy in this freakin' weird-ass school?
Cyan squeezed very tightly as Finny shook his hand. If he were stronger, then he would've nearly broken it or at least crushed it. However, weakling as he was, he could only give it an overly firm little-bit-too-tight hold.
And was that creepy 'puff staring at him a bit too much or what?
"Gryffindor? No," he corrected politely. Polite by Cyan as compared to joking by Cyan meant bad things. "I'm in slytherin." You know, that one with the snake emblem.
He hated snakes.
Finny kind of looked like a snake, with his happy eyes shaped that way, his smooth tongue, his stretched mouth. Right, thought Cyan acutely. All that guy needed was to shave his head, sprout some scales, and lose some eyelids and limbs. Finny, evil jerk he was, was most definitely a snake.
Well, at least Amira was here. She was definitely an angel, that chick. Cyan caught her eyes flickering between them like a pendulum.
Yeah, even she was prepared to help him out. How awesome was that?
Cyan narrowed his blue eyes at Finny some more, pulling out his mouth into a wider close-lipped smile. Oh, yes, thought Cyan proudly. This devil is going down!
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Dec 22, 2010 21:49:23 GMT -5
Ohhhh. Slytherin. Least he'd been close, right?
Finny grinned, sheepish, ruffled the back of his head with his free hand. "Hahah, my bad, sorry. Slytherin, cool. Don't you guys live in, like, the basement or something?"
Actually, the hufflerpoofs lived underground as well, but he was pretty sure he'd heard the slytherins resided even deeper.
Gross!
He bet their common room was all like crawling with snakes and worms and stuff. Ewwww. Man, slytherins. Weren't they also supposed to be all EVIL?! Crap, what if he was talking to a dark wizard in the works right here? That was..
...pretty AWESOME. Yeah, he wasn't gonna judge somebody just based on like their orientations. That was just rude, and stuff. He would have to let Cyan know that; the poor boy was probably shunned by the rest of his classmates just for that fact.
"Don't worry, Cy," he declared loudly. "Even if you grow up to be Volde a super dark evil wizard and stuff, I'll always be your friend." When had they become friends? Pffft, what a trivial question. Finny was friends with everyone.
"Right, Amira?" He looked very seriously his housemate's way. She looked kinda nervous, like maybe Cyan's revelation of being a dreaded snakey secretly terrified her. She needed to understand it wasn't okay to just go and judge people solely based on the fact they preferred the dark arts to, say, defense against the dark arts.
That was okay. Finny could teach her overcome her deeply ingrained conservative ways. He could help her.
Post by Amira Raines on Dec 23, 2010 0:29:15 GMT -5
Cyan corrected the boy and gave him another deadly glare. Finny continued to act as if nothing bothered him. He referred to Cyan as his friend. He was crazy. Amira zoned out not really caring about the boy's conversation. She was more concerned about where the teacher was in case a fight did break out.
"Right, Amira?" he said to her suddenly. It almost made her drop her egg. He was giving her a serious glare. "Yeah, sure," she responded. What just happened? She felt the atmosphere change. First it was Cyan will kill Finny, then in a flash it was Finny who was talking to her and looking at her weird like the little creeper he is. This child was crazy.
The blond felt a chill. She didn't want to seem that she was shaking from a random change in atmosphere, but couldn't help it. Her body shook. She cuddled her egg more. That egg sure could keep a person company.
Finny at least seemed to be a little embarrassed. But then he made fun of Cyan's living quarters! Now, wait a minute--only he and his fellow slytherins could make fun of living in the bloody basement. Cyan frowned.
That moron called him "Cy"--like, you know, "sigh," as in beyond hope--and said something about him becoming a dark wizard.
He stopped rubbing his egg.
What?! wondered the lad, an expression of utter confusion warping his beautiful and childish face. His eyebrows scrunched up all high on his brow, and he just kinda blinked hopelessly at Amira.
Just where the hell was this guy coming from? Dark wizards? Cy? Friends? Well, damn, thought Cyan mildly, his dark hair ruffled around his head, I got a crazy nemesis, didn't I?
And why was he looking all serious and angry-like at Amira?
The pretty little lady shivered.
Cyan's hand resumed stroking his egg. How dare that obscure person make such a pretty dame all uneasy like that? Cyan stiffened, his blue eyes boring into that non-feminist. Well, they'd just have to take care of this later. You know, after the teacher let them leave or something.
"It's pretty cold out here, isn't it?" he said, subconsciously clutching his egg tighter for emphasis and shifting his weight. "I wonder when we're going to be dismissed. The students have all gotten eggs already, haven't they?"
He glanced at the clusters of students and occasional loners. Cyan's posse was the farthest cluster out from the nasty snake monster.
Eek. Prof Bryane wasn't going to make them do it again, was she?
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Dec 23, 2010 17:18:18 GMT -5
Amira totally agreed, which was good, though she also shook a little. Obviously she was afraid at the thought of being friends with one of those frightful slytheries, but she really had not reason to despair, not with Finnegan Darby there to protect her. He was about to tell her as much when Cyan spoke, completely disrupting Finny's train of thought and thus banishing it forever from his mind.
"Yeah, man, what's the teach' doin' anyway?" He tried to squint her way, but was blocked by a couple of the other students (and by couple I mean basically the rest of the class). "Hey, what're we supposed to do with these things anyway?" He held up his egg, tried to see inside it. No luck. "Are we supposed to HATCH them?"
Yeah, he'd be a great dragon mommy, all sitting on the egg and keeping it warm. Then, when it hatched, they could totally run around and hang out together. He and Cyan could chaperon their dragon kids to the dragon prom, and sit together and laugh at old times.
Amira was totally invited, too. Man, she needed to speak up more.
The Hufflepuff shook the egg slightly, dropped it almost immediately, but managed to catch it before it actually hit the ground. He laughed a bit nervously, blue eyes flicking back to the teacher -- thank god she hadn't seen that -- then just as quickly back to his similarly eye-colored companions.
"You guys wanna hang out sometime?"
They were all friends anyway, that was what friends did.
Post by Amira Raines on Dec 25, 2010 21:01:00 GMT -5
Cyan stopped petting his egg when Finny mentioned being friends, and he had given a hopeless look at her. She gave a little smile at him. The blond girl knew exactly what he was thinking. The Slytherin began rubbing his egg like you would a Buddha statue. Cyan started talking about the weather. Isn't that what you do when you have nothing to say? He, too, began cuddling his egg.
The subject changed from the weather to where the heck the teacher was and what they were to do with the eggs. Finny mentioned hatching them. Amira's pale blue eyes flickered to the egg cuddled in her arm.
She cupped her hands around her egg and held it an arms-length away. If it did indeed hatch, like Finny said, she wanted to watch. When she saw the first body part pop out of the egg, she would throw it and run like, well, like a person running from a huge, flying snake. You know, running in fear of getting eaten alive by a huge, mean tempered, two-legged, flying-snake thing.
Finny had asked them if they wanted to hang out. Finny and Amira were both in the same house. They could hang out whenever they wanted. Amira decided it was best to wait for Cyan's word. She continued to stare at that cursed egg. The Occamy would not eat her today. Heck, Amira didn't have to be faster than the Occamy, just faster than some of the other students. They were the farthest group from the ring. She would certainly make it out alive. DERP!
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