Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Dec 22, 2009 22:43:00 GMT -5
"Ugh... This suuuuucks," mumbled Gwyneviere, lying prostrate on the couch. Her long coal hair splayed around her like seaweed, except that it was well-conditioned, shiny, and super smooth.
However, her irritated amber eyes peeked up from the couch with an utter lack of appeasement. "Where is everyone?"
Her well-glossed sanguine lips frowned. The seventh-year flopped herself over and leaned against her elbows on the arm of the three-seater. She sighed languidly and stared into the ceiling.
"The professors," Gwyneviere began, "go AWOL, even the substitute teachers vanish, NEWTS are still coming up, and now all the other students have completely ditched me?! I'm not even going home for two more days! This is dull, boring, ridiculous!" She swung down her long leg with a mighty roar.
The gryffindor pouted. Where did all her friends go? And boys. Without boys, nothing was very fun.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 27, 2009 20:13:51 GMT -5
(OOC: Before the Paul/Feasting Hall/Lycan homework thread)
Ashelle had been putting off packing for home for a few days now, and she was about to finally decided to get to work when she heard a roar from the common room. Seizing this opportunity to delay packing her loft into the five lock trunk she'd gotten for Yule last year, she ran down the stairs to see who'd transfigured a lion and what they'd transfigured it from.
Instead of a lion tearing apart the Gryffindor Common Room, she found the one and only Gwyneviere Pendragon, draped all over the furniture like she was a comforter, abet, a comforter with an attitude problem.
"Are you alright?" asked Ashelle because it was her duty as Head Girl. "I can hear your moaning all the way up in the loft," she added because it was the truth.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Jan 3, 2010 21:33:58 GMT -5
"You did? I'm sorry. I didn't think anybody else was around here," Gwyneviere answered, genuinely surprised. "I'm just," she began, pouting and pulling herself into a proper situation, "terribly bored. I should be studying, but it's really difficult without teachers and specific assignments and so forth, Miss Rainier."
Ah, Miss Ashelle Rainier--Prefect of Gryffindor, quidditch captain, and seventh year. Also, a short blue-eyed petite redhead that faintly reminded Gwyneviere of one of those American rag doll things (Raggedy Ann, was it?). Only her proud demeanor and the scar along her face made anyone suppose she was something other than a charming little angel at first glance, a teasing cherub before it vanished in the blink of an eye. Of course, the cute dear acted much older than she looked, as befitting one of her lineage.
Gwyneviere rose from her cushy sitting area and slinked over to prefect. At 5'9", she felt like some sort of monster towering over her little savior.
"And anyway, I'm bored. Have I mentioned that? I don't suppose," she lightly, gazing at the girl with interest, "you have some task to set me to? And, pardon me, but have we met before? I've seen you around, but I don't recall actually having a conversation with you before now," she continued, gazing downward with intrigued amber eyes that said they just found their new toy.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jan 6, 2010 10:47:23 GMT -5
OOC: um, Head Girl now. *points to badge*
Ashelle looked up calmly at Morgan's twin. It wasn't That she hadn't seen that look before, it was merely that a student opponent was infinitely easier to handle that a Monster opponent.
"Well," said Ashelle considering, "Have you packed for your visit home? I am sure your parents miss you. If you aren't going home I dare say you will have a 'boring' time here if you are already bored and the last trains have yet to leave. Other than packing, I am not sure I am qualified to give you an assignment, you and I being in the same year. What are your interests?"
Ashelle smiled, maybe if she could get the girl interested in something -other than the missing Gryffindor boys- she could alleviate her boredom and maybe make a new friend.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Jan 10, 2010 20:53:16 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, mistress. Please forgive me.
IC: Gwyneviere's parents missed her? She had some doubt, but she kept that hidden away very well.
"I'm packed," Gwyneviere said a little too cheerfully. "Oh, I have various interests." Why did she feel like a sneaky fox closing in on a fat chicken? "How about you? Would you like some help, or are you all ready to go? This school's just not any fun without students--or the mysterious population of vanishing professors. What do you think? Unlike my sister, I'm not much of a pet person. I like people. How about you?"
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jan 14, 2010 18:14:31 GMT -5
Ashelle didn't like having her own questions echoed back to her, nor did she like the look in Gwyneviere's eye as she delivered the turn-around speech. Ashelle suddenly wished she knew how to just be friendly, like her family, and win Gwyn over with out trying. Maybe then she'd stop looking at her like she was lunch.
"I happen to like pets, as people tend to shy away from me. I'm not really sure why and wish they wouldn't. As for being packed, I haven't yet begun, but then my Train isn't due for a few more days." Ashelle paused, worried about what she ought to say next. Asking another question would likely only get it turned around onto her again.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I am not your dinner and you aren't a dangerous and hungry magical creature." This -she felt- might actually get a straight answer out of Gwyneviere, if not it might at least get a laugh.
A subtle clink echoed through the Gryffindor common room. This was the sound of the painting that guarded the gryffindors dormitory swinging open and letting in a not so subtle fellow. Shuffling slowly into sight was a boy with unkempt brown hair and glasses that hid amber eyes. His gray fleece turtleneck was notably wrinkled on the cuffs of both sleeves and the neckline. His blue jeans seemed a size too small and left ample view of his mismatching high socks, one white and one off-white with a red stripe. Seemingly oblivious to the current conversation his eyes darted around the Gryffindor common room. Settling on the nearest window the boy walked over and began stroking the red curtains that were placed alongside that window. His head darted this way and that way along the stitching of the curtains. He seemed to analyze every inch of them with a forlorn look on his face. "Curtains" was the only word spoken by the boy to no one in particular.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Feb 3, 2010 7:40:56 GMT -5
Gwyneviere laughed. This was a tasty lunch, wasn't it?
As she was about to answer, another arrival appeared. Snack time, now? Her distracted eyes flickered over to him. He bumbled around a bit, felt up the curtains, and checked them out.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Mar 3, 2010 22:08:28 GMT -5
OOC: np, I took longer apparently v.v
"Don't know never seen him before." Ashelle whispered back. Turning to they young man, she made to go over and greet him.
"Hello, my name is Ashelle O'Conner and I am the Head Girl here. Can i help you with something?" she smiled at him kindly, wondering what he might say.
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