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Post by lysander on May 12, 2010 2:00:47 GMT
 LET'S KEEP THE FIRE TAME [/color][/font] BUT WE'LL KEEP OUR HANDS HOT [/b][/SIZE][/color][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] [/i], let loose. Lorcan had Quidditch practice, at least he was preoccupied with something. Even if it meant flying around in chilly weather. Well wasn't this a pretty picture. Lysander looked as if he were locked out of his own common room, as if he didn't know the answer to the question the painting would ask. He didn't really care what people though, hence not getting up and continuing to meander around the castle. For once, he actually wanted a friend or acquaintance to pass by and try to make small talk. Lysander hated being bored, and most people thought liked being that way. There were a lot of things people didn't know about him, and that secretly bugged the hell out of him. [/ul] -----------------------------------words! 665 credits! MOLLY FM? at CAUTION! wearing!clicktag! no one yet .. notes! 'tis open for intruders! |
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Post by deirdre cayley ashe on Jun 15, 2010 18:28:14 GMT
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Dei sighed. Homework, check. Studying, check. Obscene amounts of doodles added to her shoes, check. Sunday evenings sucked. She had nothing to do. Her homework had been finished the night before. She just finished studying for her exams. And she was fairly certain that there was no way that her shoes could have any more doodles on them. She was...bored. And she didn't like boredom very much, like most people. Even the the common room was bustling with activity, she wasn't amused by any of it. She was chronically bored. She needed conversation. Or something like it. Maybe she just needed fresh air. It could simply be that she needed to get out of the common room for a while, away from the chaos.
Stepping out of the common room, Dei shivered at the chill in the wind, pulling her hoodie closer to her body. She wasn't a huge fan of the cold, thus the hoodie. Actually, she hated being cold with a passion. The only time she even sort of tolerated it was when she was playing Quidditch. Funny how pretty much everything came back to that particular sport. And flying. Things tended to come back to that, too. She ran a hand through her hair , looking down the hall. On one side, a couple making out. The rational part of her mind thought it was disgusting. Hell, even the other part of it though it was disgusting, but it reminded her of when she had been that girl sucking face with her boyfriend in the hallways. She turned her mind away from those thoughts that would only depress her. That had long been on the list of things that she wouldn't think about. Along with her upcoming exams and graduation from Hogwarts, all of which she which she had successfully kept from plaguing her thoughts.
Dei was one of those people who tried to avoid her problems. If there was someone she didn't want to talk to, she'd go out of her way to avoid them. Eventually the person in question would corner her and force her to talk to them,but that could take days or weeks. She was pretty good at the art of avoidance. Part of her knew that she should just deal with it, that she was being ridiculous. But the more overpowering part really didn't want to. That part really just wanted to sit in a corner and avoid everything bad. It was the part that blocked out painful memories. Such as that messy incident in fifth year.
At the other end of the hallway sat a boy. A boy that Dei knew well. A boy who she counted as a friend. A grin broke out on her face. Yes! A distraction in the shape of a Lysander! He looked bored, sitting against the wall. Lysander had been her friend through the 'incident', as she now reffered to it in her mind. She wasn't entirely sure if he knew what was going on with her at that time, her being so depressed and quiet, so unlike her normal happy, funny self. She wasn't sure if he now knew what had caused that drastic change, but he had been there, and she would forever be grateful for that. Lysander was much quieter than she was, and more serious. But, as they say, opposites attract. They were pretty good friends. He was one of the many she hadn't talked to in a while, which she felt bad about. Silly Quidditch, taking up all her time and/or energy.
Dei walked over to him until she was standing in front of him. "Hello, favorite Lysander! Mind if I join you," she asked, still grinning. It was ridiculous how thankful she was for the distraction of talking to him. It gave her an excuse to not go back into the Swirling Vortex of Chaos that was the Ravenclaw common room anyway.
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Post by lysander on Jun 20, 2010 15:42:10 GMT
LET'S KEEP THE FIRE TAME [/color][/font] BUT WE'LL KEEP OUR HANDS HOT [/b][/SIZE][/color][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] [/b] He said simply, moving over a bit so she could sit down beside him. He liked how she said ‘favorite’. Made him feel a little better about himself. Deirdre was all about smiles and laughs. He personally didn’t see what she saw in him. Did she think he was a drag? Was he boring to be around? Maybe not, since she chose to join him. “How are you?” He asked as he studied her. She didn’t look especially troubled today. He was glad. [/ul] -----------------------------------words! 593 credits! MOLLY FM? at CAUTION! wearing!clicktag! deirdre! notes! thanks for taking the thread! |
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Post by deirdre cayley ashe on Jul 2, 2010 1:53:28 GMT
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Dei gave him another grin as she sat down next to him. Lysander was on of the few that she call her best friends. Him, Jonathan, and Ezekiel. Hmm...odd that despite her spastic tendencies when it came to guys, three of her closest friends were of the male persuasion. Those three were just so easy to talk to. Ezekiel was her teammate and practice buddy. Jonathan was like her little brother. And Lysander...if she had to choose one guy to be stuck on a desert island with, it would be him. They were opposites, her being all bright and smiley and what not and him being so quiet and serious. Her other friends sometimes asked why she was so close to him, some even asking if she had a crush on him. Which, while not necessarily untrue, was not the reason. He was just so...Lysander like. So easy to trust and to go to for comfort. Besides, opposites attract, and every friendship had to have the crazy one and the somewhat sane one. She was the crazy one, and he was the more sane-ish one. Okay, it was possible she might have a slight crush on him.
Alright, it wasn't possible. It was so. She had a crush on him. But she wasn't ready for another romantic relationship yet. Dei was just getting over her last one. And there were still days that Lysander found her close to tears with her arms wrapped around herself. They were getting less and less frequent, however. Which she was sure was a relief to him. He was probably tired of her dumping all of her problems on him. He probably didn't even like her that way. Most likely, he thought of her as a friend, at worst, an annoying one.Dei supposed that he could possibly like her as more than a friend, but he probably wouldn't say anything until he thought she liked him back.
So when she said that he was her favorite Lysander, it was true. Not that she knew any other Lysanders, but even if she did, he'd still be her favorite. 'He better be going to the university with me. If he isn't, I'll go insane'She thought. This was an irrational fear. Of course he'd be going to Hollows University. And they'd continue to be friends and probably eventually end up in the same nursing home when they got old, in this same position. Sitting and talking. Unless one of them moved to another country, died at a young ages, went senile, or ended up hating the other.
"I'm decent. How about you,[/color]" She responded, tucking a lock of red-orange hair behind her ear. She studied him, tying to guess how he was that day. As always, his emotions were a mystery to her. She could never guess if he was upset or overjoyed. It was more than a little frustrating, but she valued his friendship more than just about anything. Probably more than even her broom. Yeah, she loved him that much. Her eyes wandered back to the overly affectionate couple down the hallway. The sight still made her sick to her stomach. " God, if I ever act like that in public, I give you permission to smack me. Hard. With a book or something.[/color]" Dei now knew the importance of toning public displays of affection down. A chaste kiss on the lips was one thing. A game of tonsil hockey in the middle of a hallway was quite another. -------------------Word Count:Five hundred and seventy nine!Tags:Roz [Lysander] Notes:Yay for biffles! Outfit:Click!Credits:Made by Val! Do not steal, else wise the pufferfishes will attack. Lyrics are from Fall Out Boy's 'Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year'. [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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