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Post by deirdre cayley ashe on Oct 22, 2010 3:06:47 GMT
 Maybe I'm A Shot In The Dark
And you're the morning light
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dei was having one of those days. You know the ones. They're the days that make you want to crawl into a hole and just sleep for a few weeks. Sadly, she couldn't do that, for she was a]the Quidditch team Captain, and b] an overall 'good kid'. So she had to show up to classes and practices and all that jazz. It did not, however, put her into a good mood. While Quidditch had helped a little, it was drizzly and cold out, which meant that she was finding refuge in the castle. Bundled up in a leather jacket, she found her way to the general common room. It was fairly empty, it being a school day and all. Dei easily found an empty couch and collapsed on it. She swore, one day all the stress from her seventh year was going to kill her. She was sure that people would attend her funeral. And on her headstone, it would say 'Death by Homework' or something like that. Speaking of homework, she had yet to do that. Dei groaned. Her life sucked. Or, at least, it felt like it did. Granted, she had forced a lot of this stress upon herself. She had wanted to be Quidditch captain. She had chosen her classes. She just hadn't expected the stress to accumulate as it had. She hadn't expected to lose so much sleep because she had homework due the next day, or because she was nervous about the match that week. And she had been neglecting her friends as well, which is never good. They understood why, of course. But it didn't ease Dei's guilt on the matter at all. In fact, it just made it a little worse. Why was she lucky enough to have such awesome and understanding friends?
Of course, when she thought of friends, she inevitably thought of Caedon. He was probably her best friend. They had met their first day of first year, on the boat to the castle. Like many scared kids do, they bonded. Even though they were in separate houses, and he was one of the chasers for the Gryffindor team, they were still best friends. Oh, and did I mention that she had a crush on him the size of, oh, say Texas? Because she did. Not that it really showed. Even her little sister, who knew her better than just about anyone, didn't know about it. Dei had just recently admitted it to herself. About the middle of sixth year, Dei realized that he had grown up, which tends to happen over a series of five and a half years. She also realized that she didn't appreciate all the girls who were drooling after him. And then she realized that she had a crush on her best friend. Which wasn't really the best thing, because let's say he didn't like her back. If she told him, it would make things awkward. Deirdre valued his friendship. They were very similar, after all. The were both smart, both funny. They both had done some pranking, him more than her. She could hold a intelligent conversation with him, or she could just sit in companionable silence. She felt close enough to him to tell him most of her secrets, and if something was bothering her, he was the first person she went to. She didn't want to lose that. But if he liked her back...
She shook herself from that line of thought. Trying to distract herself, she pulled out her Care of Magical creatures book, to read the chapter that they were learning from. It was her homework for the night. Along with Potions and Defense Against The Dark Arts, and Charms, and...okay, the last line of thought was a lot more pleasant. But unhealthy, she reminded herself. Dei tried to focus, she really did. But in the end, she couldn't. She put the book away, and brushed a lock of red-orange hair out of her face, sighing. She closed her eyes, collecting her thoughts. It was because of this action that she didn't notice anything going on around her.
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tags!:cadedon
notes!: yay for sucky starters!
lyrics!: mr. right by a rocket to the moon
wordcount!:seven hundred-ish
credits!: made by val! no stealing, kaithnksbai!
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Post by caedon lane rothshrine on Oct 22, 2010 4:23:19 GMT
Maybe it was meant to be one of those days, but so far things were different. The sun was high in the sky over the castle, the sun's light reflecting off the surface of the black lake, though it still looked as black as ever. Outdoors was where the world was bustling. On the pitch, Quidditch practice was taking place for Slytherin as it normally did after Gryffindor finished theirs for the day. The Gryffindor quidditch team was filing off the pitch, making tracks towards the castle. For some reason the Gryffindors were not making rude remarks at the Slytherins, maybe because it was the fact that Roxanne was pushing them harder than ever for the upcoming game against Slytherin because it was rumored that the house had new team members this year and it was said to be a promising year for them. After the Gryffindors parted ways from the pitch, Slytherins began their practicing, doing their best to guard the rings from the quaffle going into them. But there was one Gryffindor that stayed behind to watch the action from inside the changing room area, leaning on the windowsill as he watched the quaffle being tossed back and forth between the six players while the seeker remained above the rest, keeping his eye out for the shimmering snitch. He was still dressed in his teams robes watching as his other clothes lay in a pile by the lockers, waiting for him to change once again. He grimmaced, watching one of the Slytherins take a bludger to the face, their motionless body hurling towards the ground. The flight master was below, ready for such incident. He whipped out his wand and eased the student to the ground, giving a thumbs up to the rest of the students as they darted this way and that, avoiding the bludgers as best as they could. After sometime, the boy wiped his brow of the sweat from the days practices and he made his way to get changed and cleaned up.
The sweat seemed to be at least a inch on his body as he began peeling layers of cloth off, piling them beside his clean clothes. He then walked over to the shower and turned on the hot knob, soon adding a bit of cold so it was smoldering. He then stepped into the shower, the walls of the shower being pounded by the shower of water. Particles of dirt began streaming down his body, the water trails leading from the top of his shoulders, down his spine, and cascading down his legs, small droplets clinging to his body. He reached for the shampoo and conditioner, mixing both of it together and lathering it on his hair, going back and forth with his hands to create a rich lather that peeled off onto his shoulders to be washed away by the falling water. After his hair was cleaned and washed, he reached for a bar of soap, lathering it all over his body before washing it away as well. For the moment he was letting the water fall over his face, the curtain being pounded upon as he lost himself in the water, soon finding that minutes had turned into at least an hour. He cursed himself silently, and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a large towel around his waist as he made his way over to the mirror to shave what stubble was on his face. He shook the razor under the water and applied some shaving cream to his face, letting the razor glide over it without much problem. He then let the razor rest in the sink as he put another towel to his face, wiping away any remaining hair and shaving cream that still clung to his face. Placing the hand towel aside, Caedon then made sure his hair was properly gelled before he would put on his clothing. He walked over to where his clothes were laying and began getting dressed, making sure that his boxers were indeed boxers and not those awful boxer briefs that gave him discomfort. He pulled on his black jeans that were somewhat frayed at feet and tattered in various other areas. Socks came next followed by a brown pair of hiking boots. He made sure that his shirt was one of the last items to adorn his body, the dragon design wrapping from the mid of his chest, around his side, and ending at the small of his back. It was an elaborate design that looked as though it had taken alot of work and effort. Finally the last thing to be on his body was a dark blue denim jacket that nearly matched the shade of his shirt. After he was dressed, combed and shaven, Caedon gave the room one last look before exiting the changing room, leaving his quidditch robes in his locker.
Caedon walked out onto the grass, his head held high in confidence. Slytherin didn't have a chance. With the way his team had been practicing nearly four nights out of every week, there was just no chance that Slytherin would win the next game, let alone the cup. He grinned broadly as he picked up his pace to the castle, his bag bouncing with every step. He passed by the suits of armor that lined the hallway, his destination within his sights. The grand staircase was every sense of the word "grand". It was a series of staircases that periodically moved for what seemed no reason at all. Once it was certain that the staircase wasn't going to move at all, Caedon jumped each step, taking two at a time. Finally he had reached the sixth floor, more particularly, the general commonroom. Expecting to find it vacant of any student, he pressed against the door and discovered that he was not alone, and there sitting lazily on the couch was his Ravenclaw best friend, Deirdre Ashe, a girl who in her own right was a bit on the loopy side, but it was all in good fun. Caedon loved teasing Dei, and often got away with just about anything. At first glance, he smiled brightly at her, letting his bag fall next to the couch in front of her. He let the smile fade into a smirk as he made for a notion to tickle her, but seeing as how he had made a record for most days going without being slapped, he decided against tickling the seventh year Ravenclaw. He then decided it would be better for the both of them if he sit next to her, choosing a large recliner. Kicking back the recliner so the leg rest hovered in mid air, he placed his legs over the sides and lazily lay there, resting his head in the crook of his arm, his gaze cast over in her direction. "So Dei, are you as homework-swamped as I am?" he said with a grin.
TAG // Deirdre
WORD COUNT // 1161
NOTES // me and my novelistic posting abilities.. most of it is rambling.. and his smexiness.
OTHER // made by caedon. no taking. this means you.
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Post by deirdre cayley ashe on Dec 8, 2010 3:05:59 GMT
Maybe I'm A Shot In The Dark
And you're the morning light
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sleep was calling her name. And it was tempting to fall into its grasp. After all, who knew when her next chance to take a nap? To actually sleep? For the past few months, the redhead Ravenclaw had been functioning off of caffeine and adrenaline. The couch was comfy. Well, not as comfy as, oh, say, her bed, but it was good enough. So what if her back would be killing her when she woke up? It would be worth it if she could just get a few hours, even minutes, of sleep. She was even kind of warm, which was probably the reason why she could even think of falling asleep. It wouldn't be the end of the world as she knew it if she just took a little nap, right? No, of course not. It would only be a few minutes, after all. An hour, tops. Deirdre was trying to convince herself of this, as she found herself drifting off to sleep. It was probably a bad thing that she had to justify going to sleep. But she wasn't really worried about that, or anything else for that matter, at the moment.Of course, just as she was in sleep's comforting grasp, something was dropped in front of her couch. It landed with a loud thump that succeeded in getting rid if that ridiculous idea of sleeping. Dei's eyes shot open, as she jumped close to a foot in the air. Then she saw who it was and her spastic feelings were replaced with those accursed butterflies. A fact that she easily concealed.
"Dear god, Caedon! One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack, and I'll die, and you'll be sad. Well, either it'll be you or the freakish amount of stress that comes with one's seventh year," She informed him, putting a hand over her heart for dramatic emphasis. She relaxed again, leaning back into the armrest of the couch, facing her crush friend. "What, may I ask, is the point of having the leg rest up, if you don't use it?" Her eyebrow was raised in a quizzical manner. She sighed at his question about homework. Was she buried in it? Hell yes. Up to her shoulders, at least. Probably closer to her nose, actually. If it were any higher, she'd start suffocating. "No, Cae. I'm just purposely avoiding because I hate you so much." Her answer was sarcastic. Deirdre had been neglecting him, but it obviously wasn't for lack of affection. It was lack of time and energy. It had been the same way with all of her non-Quidditch team, non-Ravenclaw friends. And it made her feel like crap. Particularly in Caedon's cased, because when she saw him, her day was automatically brightened.
"So what have you been up to, as of late? Any sex, drugs, or rock and roll?" She gave him a smile. He could make her smile without trying. Dear Lord, she had it bad. She wasn't ready to admit how bad she had it. She wasn't ready to admit how heartbroken she'd be if he answered positively to the first. Or how every time she saw him, it seemed liked the earth stopped for a while. She had friends who told her if a crush lasted more than four months, she was in love. Deirdre wasn't ready to say that, even to herself. God, she was only seventeen! She shouldn't feel like that, should she? She was supposed to have crushes on millions of guys. Not just one who happened to be her best friend. Especially because he was her best friend. This was bad. Even on the off chance that he felt the same, and they dated...well, her last relationship had ended because they had grown too far apart. What if the same thing happened to them? She couldn't bear to lose her best friend. Not like that.
So she'd smile and laugh and act like she was perfectly fine, and she'd ignore her heart. And she'd be the best damn actress ever.
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tags!:cadedon
notes!: loldramallama
lyrics!: mr. right by a rocket to the moon
wordcount!:seven hundred and five
credits!: made by val! no stealing, kaithnksbai!
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Post by caedon lane rothshrine on Dec 9, 2010 2:41:15 GMT
Caedon was positively livid with laughter, and it was getting worse when he saw the look on her face. Priceless. Absolutely priceless. He was grinning about just as wide as he could, and by now he had given her enough space to where she wouldn't clobber him, though he had liked the idea. Caedon would never admit it, but he had been secretly crushing on Deirdre most of their Hogwarts career, and by this time in their lives he was starting to like her even more as he got to know her. The both of them had started off as acquaintances, as most relationships do, but he had grown to like her so much he was considering on asking her out on a date to Hogsmeade for a drink or a meal. For the most part he was sleepy himself and had considered snoring on the couch with her, but it seemed that they would not be doing much sleeping. He wanted to get to know her on more than just friendly terms. But he didn't know how to approach the issue without scaring her off. He had that happen in the past and needless to say, it had been a bad thing indeed. He wanted a relationship, but didn't know where two people who loved pranking as much as the next would end up in the future. He was willing to give it a go, if she was. And he was certain that she was up to it. There had always been something about the girl that he loved, whether it was her humor or the way her hair fell in her face when they were having tickle fights. He enjoyed their time together all these years, and that was good enough for him if she didn't want to pursue their relationship further.
The boy was laughing so hard that he nearly fell in the fire, but he caught himself just in time to nearly land in Dei's lap, which he was certain she would not have minded in the least. For the time being he sat next to her, and watched her bewildered and surprised expression with laughter glinting in his eyes. Yep this was one of those days alright, and he didn't mind it in the least. Yes he would be greatly sad if she had a heart attack and died. At this he frowned, even though he knew in his heart that she was joking. "Hey that's not fair missy. What would you do if I jumped off the Astronomy tower? I'll send you a post card form hell when I get there," he said, jokingly ofcourse. But he could play this little game as well. He didn't wish to die and he didn't want her to die as well. They were so similar in every way and it would be a waste of talent to kill them both, so Caedon made sure to say that he was joking. "You know I'm only kidding, but that hurts Dei," he said, and mock whimpered slightly as though he was a dog that had just be kicked in the side. But still there was a gleam of laughter in his eyes, one that he could not make vanish for the life of him. He knew that she was indeed buried in homework. All seventh years were, mainly because of NEWTS coming up. He had hated the OWLS and was sure that these tests were going to be just as difficult. He had received good marks, however, and his family had been so proud of him they had bought him the latest model of broom for a present. He kind of wanted a foreign muggle car that he could enchant, but his family would not have that.
At her question, he smiled playfully. "No drugs, no rock and roll, and sex has been hard to come by.. Unless you're offering?" At this he was sure to back away so she would not pummel him with a pillow, or her fists. He brought up a pillow to shield himself from either weapons, and smiled above the pillow with a twinkle in his eyes as he stuck his tongue out at her. Oh yes he went there. He threw the pillow onto the chair next to the fire, and sprang at her, fingers ready for a tickling attack to be compared to the most feared tickle challenges set at Hogwarts. He laughed at he tickled her, he was having alot of fun. Afterall, that's what friends were for: to make the other person laugh so hard they peed their pants.
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