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Post by dizzy on Dec 13, 2009 23:45:53 GMT
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] It was late on a Friday night that Dizaeria Nott found herself cooped up in the Hogwarts library, finishing up a paper that was to be handed in the Monday after. She sat at a table with her books open and splayed out so she could see them all. There was parchment strew everywhere and pens and pencils and quills and inkpots too. It was a good thing she was near the back, because the librarian would have had a fit if she had seen the mess on the table. No one really expected her to have a clean workplace, because nothing else that had her things on it ever was. Her room was a mess, and she didn’t care. She had pushed the chairs away so she could circle the table, and she was doing just that, with a pen in her right hand, and a notebook in her left.
She really was not impressed by her History of Magic teacher right now. It was only their third week of classes, and this was their second big project due. Of course, they had gotten the assignment on Wednesday last, and Dizzy had put it off until now. It wasn’t that bad though, at least she was doing it before she went and did other things, and completely forgot that she had to write at least two thousand words on magic in ancient Egypt. Sure she knew a lot about this certain subject, but that didn’t make take any less time. She knew that there were three other students in the library working on the same paper. She knew they were racking their brains, and scribbling like mad on their pages, whilst she was just making small notes that she’d put together into actual phrases later.
Dizzy sighed and ran her hands through her silky locks. She hated being in here when she could be with her friends, probably partying or doing something interesting. She started to wonder what they were doing, before she realized she still needed a book on ancient rituals to finish off. She went through the stacks of books, some old and some new, that were on her table, and she didn’t find the one she was looking for. She slammed her notebook on the table and got weird looks from other students around. She just smiled, overly sweetly, and when they looked away, she dropped her head on a stack of books, before resignedly going back to find the book she needed.
She straightened out her skirt and went off on her quest for ‘Ancient Rituals of the Ancient Worlds’. A rather obvious title, she had to admit, but given the year it was written, she really couldn’t blame them. She wove expertly around a group of fifth grade Hufflepuffs, and through the aisles, before turning into the aisle she wanted and getting a face full of something. Or rather, someone. She stumbled back and fell on her arse. “For Merlin’s sake!” she exclaimed as she fell back. “I hate being short.”
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Post by bow on Dec 14, 2009 19:24:24 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- What was happening right now was monumental; no it was more than that. It was like seeing a tyrannosaurus rex stomping around a large city; it just wasn’t something most people would see in their life time. Not many people had the rare opportunity to see what was happening at the moment. So needless to say the gawking people that surrounded Abe in a library, of all places, weren’t unexpected. That’s right; Abe in the library was quite like seeing a dinosaur in a metropolitan area. It was actually a good analogy; Abe is rather huge at 6 feet 6 inches tall and has been known for his mean temper. So, yes, it was a rather good comparison.
The reason for this rare phenomena was actually pretty simple, but totally fit Abe. He was in the library to find a book for some new hexes. Lately his arsenal has been getting a little old and boring so Abe decided that he needed to spice up his knowledge of spells that he could use when someone was really ticking him off. Lucky for the students and professors of Hogwarts Abe had mellowed out this year. The years previous to this one Abe has been known for his bad temper, wickedly good hexes, and his nonchalant attitude. Even though Abe still freaks out several people he doesn’t loose his temper as much as he did in the past.
The book Abe was looking for was a rather obscure one Todger’s Topsy Tools for Trouble. This book was packed fool of hexes and charms that would be perfect to Abe to know. It didn’t take long for Abe to learn a new spell, no mater how much that would shock so many people. Most people thought that Abe was a meat headed idiot that just blundered around somehow managing to hex someone without making a mistake. Its not that Abe had an issue with this image that everyone had of him, actually Abe liked it. That meant that nobody really tried to bother him because they were afraid that they would get hexed or punched in the face. The less people that talked to him, he felt, the better.
Just as Abe was about to go check out his book something, rather someone collided with his well toned abdomen. Of course the small force didn’t make Abe move an inch, but the girl that had run into him flew to the ground, probably because she was so small. Looking at the girl Abe felt as if he should know her, maybe she was in the same house as him. It shouldn’t be taken personally if Abe didn’t remember someone’s name because he had serious memory issues. Abe could forget anything from his homework to what month it was, today’s case of forgetfulness was something very usual for Abe, his shoes. Abe never dressed right with his loose fitting pants, ruffled black hair, untucked shirt, and untied tie, he just never looked put together. ”Bloody hell!” Abe muttered when the familiar girl ran into him. There was probably an awkward silence as Abe tried to remember who she was, but Abe didn’t notice or care about things like that. ”Do I know you?” Abe asked in his lazy, drawn out tone.
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STATUS -- finishedd!
TAG -- dizaeria
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Post by dizzy on Dec 14, 2009 22:19:21 GMT
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Though is wasn’t unusual for Dizzy to be pushed around, her friends and cousin loved to pick on her about her height, and Scorpius even went as far as picking her up with one arm, tossing her over his shoulder and throwing her out in the snow last winter. Well, let’s say he’ll never to that again without back-up. No, Dizaeria Nott never took people’s shit laying down. If someone pushed her around and she didn’t like it, they’d know. She was naturally good at yelling, even when she wasn’t angry, and was she ever good with insults. Simply put, when Dizaeria Adrasteia Medea Nott was angry, even her grandfather’s former Death Eater friends ran for cover. She was a feisty one, no question of that.
After hitting puberty a little too early, and shooting up around first year, Dizzy had been given the short end of the stick (no pun intended) when it came to height. Her father was tall and thin, and her mother around average height, but she was stuck being tiny. So when the somewhat familiar figure bumped into her, she was sent to the ground, while he didn’t so much as budge an inch. It was truly, just unfair. She didn’t get the chance to catch herself with her hands before she hit the ground. She hit the ground with a slight thump, and an off, followed by an ‘ouch’ from her mouth. Well, there went her perfectly coordinated outfit, and the half-hour Jersey had spent on her hair this morning. Her friend was not going to be happy when she found out that Diz had ruined all of her hard work. She cursed a bit, and looked up for them hand she was expecting to see offering her help, along with the sound of an apology.
All she got was a muttered curse. No hand to help her up, or a concerned face, just an awkward silence as they both were silent. She was vaguely aware of seeing this boy before, but she’d be damned if she actually remembered, or cared, about who he was. He was in the same house as her, that much was for certain, but either than that she couldn’t make a straight connection. It was odd, people were one of the things she usually remembered, besides school work. She was about to open her mouth to say something, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a Hufflepuff boy she knew, not well but she recognized him, stare at her legs. The creamy appendages had been mostly covered by her lace socks and her skirt, but, as everyone knows, when you fall and you’re wearing a skirt, something’s bound to happen. She hoped up to her feet in record time, and fixed her skirt so it no longer revealed her thighs.
“Do I know you?”
“How the bloody hell would I know?!” She whispered harshly as she dusted off her rump. This part of the library seemed particularly dirty, not that Dizaeria wasn’t used to it, her room was always messy, here and at home. Her mother usually had it cleaned though, but here it was just the way she liked it. “I’m sorry, but I don’t keep track of who you do, and don’t know!” she ran her hands through her wavy locks and let out a frustrated sigh. She had been fully prepared to just laugh this off and let it go and find her book, but that was no longer an option. She wasn’t going to just sit around, and she was still waiting on that apology!
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Post by bow on Dec 14, 2009 23:27:26 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- It would seem with Abe’s manners that he was raised by wolves but the reality was quite the opposite. Instead of adult versions of Abe with his attitude, Abe’s parents are actually high standing people in the wizarding community. It comes as a shock to anyone that finds out that he is related to them. Maybe if Abe had been a good kid when he was younger he wouldn’t have turned out like he is today, but well there is no changing the past. Sure at one point Abe was obedient and cooperative, but it just didn’t work out. So despite Abe’s parents desperate attempts to make their child polite and obeying they totally failed and the result was Abe today.
This situation that Abe was in was a classic example of him ignoring his parent’s attempts to civilize him as a child. If Abe had stuck to the path his parents had set up for him he probably would be in Hufflepuff or something and being helping this girl up apologizing like crazy. However Abe didn’t roll that way so he didn’t bother offering an apology that wasn’t even exactly warranted. To Abe it was an accident at the least, but Abe thought it was more the girl’s fault. All Abe was doing was walking to check out his book then BAM a tiny girl runs into him. It’s not like it was his fault that she collided with him.
The attitude that the girl took towards Abe didn’t help his little issue with anger. Sure Abe had mellowed out but that didn’t mean he had complete control over his temper. Usually people didn’t push his buttons like this, but apparently this girl had no sense of self preservation. Gripping the book in his hand tight, his other hand slid into the pocket of his pants where his wand was located. Taking a deep breath Abe tried to calm himself but the girl’s attitude was pushing Abe’s new calm.
”Well excuse me for having a ruddy horrible memory!” Abe mumbled through a clenched jaw. It took a lot for Abe to not yell at her, lucky for her this happened now and not last year or any year before that or else she’d probably be in the hospital wing for just running into him. ”I never asked you to keep track of every bloody person I can’t remember,” Abe said after taking a deep breath and running a hand through his wild mess of black hair. ”Maybe you should watch where you’re goin,” Abe said, letting his anger out by blaming this whole situation on her and not himself.
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STATUS -- finishedd!
TAG -- dizaeria
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Post by dizzy on Dec 15, 2009 23:47:55 GMT
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] No one ever told Dizaeria Nott what to do. Well, her parents did and her teachers did, but no one other than people she respected and valued told her to do things and survived. Even when her parents told her to do something, she didn’t always comply, with teachers she did, but only because it was easier to just do it, rather than have them contact her parents, and not only getting detention, but having to deal with a Howler from her parents. Or worse, from her mother directly. That was never a good thing. At least her father would restrain his anger, and her mother’s, for the sake of appearances, but her mother... Well, Dizzy didn’t just get stuck with a short-fuse now, did she? Dizzy may have looked more like her father, but her personality was a completely mix of both of her parents.
To put it mildly, she was angry. It wasn’t as angry as she could get, but she was quite frustrated, and exasperated with, not only the boy who was irritating her, but the fact that he was stopping her from getting the book she needed so she could complete her paper. Most people knew that it was best not to get in Dizaeria’s way, but this one seemed to be completely oblivious to the well-known fact. Not that he seemed the chipper kind either. She knew that this wasn’t going to end well. And then it clicked. She knew exactly who he was, and now she was terribly sorry that her wand was back with her books. But she’d challenge him to a duel when it was appropriate, right now, she had a different score to settle.
”Well excuse me for having a ruddy horrible memory!”
She pursed her thick lips tightly as she listened to him speak before crossing her arms and huffing. Oh how she wished her had her Petite Ebony somewhere close. Her hand instinctively went to her side, where her wand would usually be. She hadn’t had a good duel since last year, and she was sorely missing the feeling. She could surely bottle up what she was feeling right now and unleash it on some unsuspecting student later, which could be a potential problem. It was probably best for her to try and contain what she was feeling at the moment, they were in a library after all, and the librarian wasn’t known for being forgiving.
I never asked you to keep track of every bloody person I can’t remember.”
“Maybe if you had, we wouldn’t be having this little discussion,” she replied sarcastically. One of her few redeeming qualities, besides the fact that she usually had a rather nice disposition, was her humour, it was too bad that this time, her sarcasm was meant to hurt.
“Maybe you should watch where you’re goin.”
That did it, she was done. She threw her arms up in the air and almost shouted. “What is with people and thinking they can tell me what to do?!” she said as softly as she could. Teachers, her parents, they all thought they could control her; she was sick of it. “When will people stop telling me how to live my life?! It’s my life! It’s none of their bloody business what I do with it!” she realized that she was getting off topic, and tried to concentrate more on what was currently going on. “Does it take practice to be such an arse, or does it come naturally?” she asked in a rather snippy tone.
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Post by bow on Dec 21, 2009 17:11:46 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- The new calm that Abe was secretly proud of obtaining was starting to waver. This little girl standing in front of him obviously didn’t know about Abe’s infamous temper. However since Abe was trying his hardest not to break this new more relaxed temperament he wasn’t going to lose his temper on this girl, well at least he was going to try his very hardest. There was no guarantee that Abe wasn’t going to lose his temper because this girl seemed to really know how to push his buttons. Taking a deep breath Abe tried to calm himself down, but it wasn’t working all too well.
One of the touchiest subjects for Abe was his bad memory. Abe knew he had a horrible memory so he didn’t need people to rub it in. Actually Abe wasn’t too sure why he had such a horrible memory. Some people told him that maybe it was because he was dropped on his head when he was a baby and others said that maybe he had some sort of trauma in his past that he wiped out causing his whole head to go out of whack. Personally Abe thought he was just born with it and there was no fixing it, no matter how many forgetfulness potions he took nothing changed, so he was trying to accept it.
Taking another deep breath in response to her little remark about their little confrontation, but it wasn’t really working out. The whole deep breathing method of calming himself down had never really worked in the past, but Abe was hoping that maybe since he was now a little bit more tranquil that it would be easier to calm down. Yeah, that whole line of thought was totally wrong because Abe wasn’t calming down very much. Gripping his book tighter Abe ran his free hand through his messy black hair trying not to snap on her.
When she started to go off on Abe he had just about enough of her freaking out on him for something that was completely idiotic. It wasn’t Abe’s fault that she ran into
[/i]him[/i], it wasn’t Abe’s fault that he had a bad memory, but maybe it was Abe’s fault for pushing her buttons by telling her what to do. However Abe wasn’t going to take all this from a girl that barely knew him. Opening his mouth to say something Abe caught himself and curled his hand into a fist, but let it drop at his side. ”Lets get this straight” Abe said, his voice clearly showing the effort that it took to restrain himself. ”I’m not telling you what to do. I was simply making a suggestion. Trust me I know what being told what to do is, so don’t go tellin me what I’m doing. Got it?” Abe took a deep breath feeling a lot better after simply speaking his mind. ”Oh and it just comes naturally,” Abe said in his usual lazy tone. ”What bout you? Did it take time to become such a piece of work?” Abe added, in a sarcastic tone, meaning what he said but not at the same time.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] ------------------------- WORDS -- 526
STATUS -- finishedd!
TAG -- dizaeria
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Post by dizzy on Dec 22, 2009 19:25:42 GMT
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] A familiar feeling bubbled up inside her, a feeling that made her different from most of the other Slytherins. Guilt. It was starting to surface in her stomach, and she knew it was going to creep up and grasp at her throat. She hated it. It was always popping up at the most inopportune moments. She wasn’t sure how, but sometime when she was growing up she had developed morals. Morals. Probably from her father, who always tried to shield her from her mother’s spiteful words. Her father, who no matter how bad the thing was that she did, always made her apologize, but was secretly so proud of her. After the war, her father had tried to right the name of his family, but Dizaeria knew that he was truly the son of a famous Death Eater, and he was proud of it.
She ran a small, pale hand through her hair and sighed. Damn, it was happening again. So he had a bad memory, it wasn’t his fault, and it was definitely wasn’t hers, or her place to make fun of him because of it. She probably wouldn’t feel this way if he wasn’t from the same house as her. If he had been a Gryffindork, or from the other two houses, she would just keep bugging him about it, but he was from her side, and the fact that she knew that he probably got some of the same resentment and mockery from Gryffindors about his memory that she was telling him, made her feel terrible.
All Dizaeria could do was listen. Her throat was shut tight, not only from her anger which still ran through her, but from guilt. She was still mad, but she felt like she should tone it down, his was from her house after all. She wasn’t going to let it go; she still hadn’t gotten an apology. But she had more important things to do, like finishing her stupid paper, and avoiding a certain Gryffie girl who had been trying to hunt her down since the beginning of the day.
She waved her hand as if to dismiss the matter. At least he knew what it felt like to be told what to do. If he hadn’t walked directly into her and was know halting her expedition to find the last book she needed, maybe they could have been on better terms, but right now, she couldn’t care less about being his friend, or ally. She couldn’t help but snort when he said that being an ass came naturally to him, just like being slightly bitchy and vehement when angered came easily for her. She didn’t mean to lose her temper, it just happened. She was actually a nice and fun person, but people just got on her nerves more often than not, and that led them to believe that she was a complete and total bitch.
She snorted again and tried to duck around him as a little blond Griffie walked across the other end of the aisle. “It’s a family thing, she whispered, trying to hide herself. Normally she’d face the girl head on and she wouldn’t have any problems, but the trail of girls following after the blond change her mind. “I’m a combination of Nott and Greengrass blood, we’re constructed in a very complex and skillful way.” She was rambling, just to distract him from the fact that she was trying to circle around him to dodge the gazes of the Gryffie girls. Now she really wished her had her wand with her. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 600 words* you spit upon my jewish gabardine ![/color] click here to see what she's wearing* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] abe d. is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by bow on Dec 22, 2009 20:05:42 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- It shocked Abe that just by merely speaking his mind that he felt better. Usually he would just hit someone or hex in this case, because Abe didn’t hit girls because that just wasn’t cool. However hexing was fine because girls could fight back equally on that level, but this time Abe didn’t try to jinx this girl because he was trying to calm down lately. Being calm though has proved to be extremely difficult, though he was doing a pretty good job seeing how he didn’t do anything rash when she went off on him.
Honestly Abe was expecting her to blow up on him again when he asked about her being a piece of work, but instead she just said the truth and maneuvered around him looking as if she was hiding from something or someone. Looking around the only thing that looked semi-intimidating was a large group of Gryffindor girls apparently looking for something. Abe concluded that either it was that girl thing where they can’t do anything alone and they were looking for a book together or that they were looking for the Nott girl that Abe was talking to. Nott… wasn’t her name like Dizzy or something? Just to be safe though Abe was just going to call her by her last name.
Looking back down at Nott Abe decided that they were looking for her and it made him smile his small crooked smile. This was the girl that had just gone off on him about her running into him and now she was hiding from a group of Gryffindor girls like they would eat her. Shaking his head, causing his mess of black hair to fall in his eyes Abe thought of how funny this situation had turned out to be. Brushing the hair out of his eyes Abe looked back at the group of girls apparently still searching.
”Are they looking for you?” Abe asked pointing at the group of girls not caring if they saw him or not because Abe was quite sure that even if they did notice him blatantly pointing at them they wouldn’t have the guts to approach him about it. However Abe was genuinely curious about this so he continued to ask her questions about the situation. ”Why hide from them? I’m sure you can handle it.” Abe said lazily looking at the blond girl who had noticed his pointing.
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STATUS -- finishedd!
TAG -- dizaeria
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Post by dizzy on Dec 23, 2009 6:22:01 GMT
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Really, if she had had her wand, this whole situation would have played out a bit better. On the inside, she was shouting and screaming at herself to just jump out and deck the snotty girl, whose name was Marissa something-or-other, not questions asked, but then she would have a group of about half a dozen girls on top of her in a second. She could take them if she had her wand, most people knew she was one of the best duellists Hogwarts had ever seen. But it was the fact that in the group she saw the younger sister of one of the few people who could actually make Dizzy nervous during a duel. She wasn’t set to face him for a few weeks, but she knew that he would wait that long if Diz had messed with his sister, which indirectly she had without noticing, and he’d call for a match, away, where there were no teachers, but where they could easily be found. And she didn’t want to waste a day in detention just because of that.
She was in some shit. Some seriously deep shit. And she wasn’t even quite sure what she had done. Sure, she’d accidentally let it slip to Marissa’s boyfriend that she was cheating on him. Okay, so she had snogged him during a trip to Hogsmead just to piss the little bitch off even more. But was it really Dizzy’s fault that the Gryffie was trying to pull a Slytherin and cheat on her boyfriend, and that Diz just felt compelled to right the mistake of the world by putting the girl in her place. And she really couldn’t be blamed for the kiss; he came onto her. Besides, he was pretty damn hot. It ended there though, Dizaeria Nott would not go parading around like some common Slytherin whore. She was anything but.
She could practically feel him laughing at her. She knew it was pathetic. The great Dizaeria Adrasteia Medea Nott was hiding from a group of little Gryffindor girls. She wanted to laugh at herself, but she couldn’t. She just nodded when he asked if they were looking for her. Someone always seemed to be looking for her. Whether is was a teacher telling her to fess-up to something she did, or didn’t do, (or possibly instigated or was an accomplice to) or her friends wanting to hang out with her, or more frequent were times like these, students wanting to get back at her, ask her when the next party was, wanting to get in good with her, or wanting to know where her cousin was, or her friends. She was a pretty popular person, even if it wasn’t always for the right reasons.
“Well, I happen to value my life,” she said sarcastically. Even when in deathly peril she never lost her wry humour. “I think I ruined the blond’s life, and the auburn haired one’s older brother is a little rival of mine, and he’ll kill me if I hurt her.” She looked around frantically as he pointed. Shit, shit, shit, she thought quickly. “Besides,” she began. “I don’t’ have my wand with me, and if I get any more detention before Christmas brake for physical violence, my parent will-” her words caught in her throat. What was he doing?! The girls saw and they were heading over. All she could do now was run. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him as she snaked through the aisles. It wasn’t polite, but she didn’t want to get him dragged into this too. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 607 words* you spit upon my jewish gabardine ![/color] click here to see what she's wearing* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] abe d. is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by bow on Dec 23, 2009 19:18:25 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- It was amusing to Abe that the Nott girl wasn’t doing anything about the group of girls that were on a man hunt for her, or should he say woman hunt. The group of girls seemed intent on finding her; there was a part of that in which Abe didn’t understand. Abe didn’t understand why girls always traveled in little packs. The reasoning behind it confused Abe, moral support would sound good but they went to the restroom together in groups for Merlin’s sake, so did they need moral support to go to the lou? Surely they didn’t need a posse to do everything but from what Abe could tell even something personal a girl needed her flock of friends to follow her.
However this Dizzy Nott girl wasn’t like the other girls apparently. She seemed to be in the library alone, something that Abe had only seen Ravenclaw girls do when the seriously get into their academics. Though Abe never really thought that any Slytherin girl needed “moral support” and had to travel in packs, Abe has seen plenty of Slythy girls by themselves without a trail of girls following them. So it wasn’t that surprising that Nott was at the library alone and neither was her explanation as to why those girls were following her like they wanted to rip her head off.
The realization hit Abe when she said that she didn’t have her wand. Certainly any Slytherin wouldn’t take shit like that from a Gryffindor laying down, unless they didn’t have their wand. The other information about being in trouble and what not didn’t really concern Abe, girl troubles and avoiding issues with authority didn’t really fit into Abe’s line of thinking. Just as Abe was about to let out a chuckle he was caught by surprise though when the girls started walking towards them and a sudden jerk of his hand caused him to go stumbling after Dizzy.
Usually Abe wouldn’t be drug around like that because of his staggering 6 foot 6 inch height didn’t really allow much dragging, especially by a girl. However Abe was caught off guard, not really expecting to be yanked around like that. On any normal occasion this would’ve bothered Abe but right now with the situation he was in Abe wasn’t struggling against his temper but the urge to laugh, something very rare for Abe. It was really funny to be hiding from a group of girls that Abe didn’t even need to hide from. ”Well since you’re dragging me around I’m Abe,” Abe said casually as he was being pulled around the library. ”Can I know who the person is that is pulling me around like a rag doll?”
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Post by dizzy on Dec 23, 2009 19:58:46 GMT
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Contrary to what most people believed, Dizaeria was strong for her size. She grew up more around her father, her cousin and her uncle and would usually participate when she was younger, in their random wrestling matches, and even though she never won, she gained a good sense of how to flip people and pin them down. Not that she used what she learned... Much. There was the odd chance that some guy would be bothering her and she’d have to trip him to get away, or Scorpius would be messing around with her things and she’d pin him down. She’d drag him, and her friends around all the time to get to where she wanted, and many of her friends happened to be of the male variety, so she knew at just what angle she needed to pull to get the boy moving.
She really needed to get a new wand holder to strap to her thigh or something, she hated being caught without her wand, and it was days like this that made her hate it even more. The girls were pathetic; they wouldn’t last a minute against Diz, if she had her wand. Diz may not be a quidditch fanatic like the rest of Hogwarts, and she may not like doing physical activities, but duelling was her passion. The skill and precision it took ignited the inner Ravenclaw in her, and the rush she got made her Slytherin side cheer. She had beaten 7th years when she was in her second. She was a formidable opponent, if she did say so herself.
Suddenly, they were only metres away from the group of girls. Dizzy really hadn’t thought the blond airhead would know the library that well. It wasn’t that Diz had anything against blondes, most of her family was and her best friend Jersey was as blond as blond could get, so she wasn’t affected by the stereotypes, but this Marissa girl was truly stupid. Pretty, but terribly dull. Diz knew she was good-looking, maybe not the best of them all, but she had something most girls lacked. Personality. And now, Personality was being faced with Girl-Who-Has-The-Intelligence-Of-A-Sugar-Quill, and it was embarrassing to say that Diz was a little scared.
She looked around frantically for a place to hide. She pushed Abe into a corner, barely noting that he had just introduced himself. She pushed her body flush against his and looked up at him. She really hoped the girls wouldn’t try to look into the shadows and they would just pass by. “Abe? Darkelle, right?” she whispered huskily. “The one that used to hex people?” She really didn’t know how she knew all of this, probably from Jersey’s gossip. “I’m Dizaeria Nott, but you can call me Dizzy, or whatever,” she was still panting a little from rushing through the aisles. “It’s nice to meet you, and thanks for being dragged around.” Oh what a situation she got herself in. Good job, she berated herself in her mind as she waited for the girls to pass. Getting yourself cornered with a boy with a bunch of pissed off Gryffindors following you with the intent to kill. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 537 words* you spit upon my jewish gabardine![/color] click here to see what she's wearing* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] abe d. is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by bow on Dec 23, 2009 21:28:31 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- Being chased around the library wasn’t exactly what Abe had expected when he decided to make a rare trip down there. This was definitely going to be one of the reasons that Abe wouldn’t go to the library in the future. Any normal person would have been able to go into a library and pick out a book without any drama, but of course Abe couldn’t. Abe couldn’t go anywhere without a bit of drama following him. Secretly he hoped that a calm library wouldn’t have anybody wanting to make him mad or run screaming from him because libraries were supposed to be quiet. Leave it to Abe to be some how sucked up into some kind of fight in the middle of the library.
Suddenly he was pushed into a dark corner and the girl introduced herself. Of course she knew him because of his reputation of hexing or punching anyone that made him the slightest bit angry, that’s what the whole school knew him as. Maybe Abe was hoping that someone would realize that he hadn’t started nearly as many fights as he had in the past, but of course no one noticed that, they only noticed the dark dangerous side of Abe, not the new reformed side. Anyway, Abe thought he knew her, she was Dizaeria Nott. She was known for her awesome dueling skills around the school and was one of Slytherin’s best duelers. Surely if she had her wand she would be able to fix this, but like she said she didn’t have her wand.
After secretly deciding that he was going to call her Dizzy even though she told him not to the group of girls got closer and they were cornered. Sighing Abe knew that since he was the only one with a wand that he was going to have to get them away. Though Abe was hoping that they’d run at the mere sight of him like many other people do. Seriously Abe was getting tired of always getting drawn into these fights so right now when all he wanted was to check out his book and go back to his dorm and start memorizing them. ”I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Abe mumbled to himself. ”Be back in a second Dizzy.” Abe added to her with a crooked grin when he called her Dizzy and not her full name.
Pushing himself away from the corner he approached the group of stupid little Gryffindors. The moment they saw him he saw the recognition flash across their faces, Abe knew the look because it was a mixture of realization, shock, and a bit of fear. Seeing how they were Gryffindor and they were all “brave” Abe wasn’t that surprised when they didn’t run away when he pulled out his wand and held it lazily at his side. ”Chasing people isn’t nice Blondie.” Abe said in a threatening tone.
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Post by dizzy on Dec 24, 2009 2:34:13 GMT
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] No one took care of Dizaeria’s problems but herself. Her parents had always told her that her faults were her own and no one else’s. She could ask people for advice, but when it came down to it, she had to deal with things herself. She never put blame on other people, and she didn’t deny anything she did. That was probably what got her into trouble, she would deny things at first, but eventually, she just agreed and said she did it, even if she hadn’t done anything wrong at all. She didn’t care, she got good enough grades that her teachers liked her even if she was known for being a bit of a troublemaker.
When Abe sneaked away she knew it was all over. Now everyone would think she was as much of a wuss as a Ravenclaw and she couldn’t fight her own battles. She was anything but. She was a strong, stubborn person who never gave up, and she certainly didn’t need some guy just come in and save the day. That was for weak little princesses who didn’t have minds of their own. Her well-established reputation as an independent Slytherin girl who didn’t need friends around for support or people to fight her battles was going to be gone after this. She had spent so much time making sure that people didn’t patronize her or think she was weak because of her short stature, and this Abe Darkelle was going to ruin it all in one fell swoop. She just couldn’t let that happen.
She sneered at the crooked grin Abe gave her, and she dropped her forehead against the cold wall. She was out of options. She couldn’t just walk away, that would make her seem even more soft. And she couldn’t just walk up to them, that was just stupid. So she was left with just one more option. Sighing deeply, she pushed herself off the wall and ran around the group as fast as she could and scrambled to get back to her table before the group of girls could catch on. She hoped that Abe would have enough sense to see her running to get her wand, but she didn’t know him well, and she couldn’t count on it. She got to her table, panting and she pushed papers and books out of the way. Under three tomes she saw her precious, her very best friend in the whole word. Her beautifully engraved petite wand made of the hardest and best of Ebony. She walked back to the group with a bounce in her step, she was facing this head-on, just like she had always been taught.
“Abe’s right, girlies,” she said lazily, only catching the last part of what Abe had said. “Sneaking up on people isn’t very brave or smart of you,” she twirled her wand casually in her fingers, a trick that often psyched out her opponents. She grimaced at Marissa’s snarky comment on how stealing a Gryffindor’s boyfriend wasn’t very smart of her. “For the record,” she retorted, pushing her wand up against the blond’s throat. “You cheated on him, and he came after me,” she pressed a little harder. “What do you think, Abe?” she looked back at him with a joking glint in her eyes. “Should I give them a five second headstart? Or just Crucio them here?” She really wouldn’t do such a thing. She was mean when she wanted to be, but Unforgivables were something she wouldn’t even attempt, she never even threatened people with them seriously. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * the pen is mightier than the sword [/color] 608 words* you spit upon my jewish gabardine![/color] click here to see what she's wearing* such stuff as dreams are made on[/color] using quotes from william shakespeare* get thee to a nunnery![/color] abe d. is tagged* what's in a name?[/color] template made by LAURIE?! of CAUTION 2.0[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by bow on Dec 24, 2009 3:54:53 GMT
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-- HAPPINESS IN MISERY --------------------------- This was just something that Abe never did. Abe didn’t walk around butting into other peoples business or try to help somebody. All Abe’s life he looked out for himself and nobody else, but here he was butting into somebody else’s business. However Abe could justify this on some level. Dizzy dragged Abe into this, literally, so now that he was cornered by a group of annoying Gryffindor girls Abe felt as if this was somewhat of his problem. Not that the reasoning behind the mob of girls chasing after them, but he was cornered, no matter why he was there. So Abe decided that this was his business in a small insignificant way. Besides he just wanted to check out his book and get on his way.
Out of the corner of his eye Abe saw Dizzy run as fast as possible, probably to get her wand that was somewhere in the library. Yeah that’s right Abe wasn’t the typical Slytherin buffoon who couldn’t understand his surroundings. Of course Abe knew quite a few of those idiots from his house and he tended to avoid them because their idiocies made Abe want to punch them in the face. Since Abe was trying to purge his life of violence, well at least rash violence, Abe avoided these guys like his life depended on it. However this kind of violence wasn’t rash, he had actually thought this through a bit and decided that no major damage could come from this stupid looking group of Gryffindors.
Speaking of the group of girls they looked quite intimidated. Well they didn’t show their fear but Abe could see it in their eyes and it made him smirk. There was something about their fear of him that made Abe want to laugh out loud. It wasn’t that Abe thought that fear was laughable, but it was the fact that they were fearful just by the mere sight of him. Twirling his wand Abe stood there watching as the girls tried stammering a reply to his little statement. Honestly Abe was just hoping that they would run away or Dizzy would come back so Abe didn’t have to deal with this because he just wasn’t in the mood.
Finally Dizzy came out of what seemed like no where, but Abe probably didn’t notice because she was so short. The whole time the girls were having their little discussion Abe had his crooked smile splayed across his face, trying to hold back the laughter that was spurred from this situation. It was just so funny to see the Gryffindor girl look a little frightened when Dizzy put her wand to her throat. It was truly hilarious in Abe’s point of view and he didn’t hesitate to play along with Dizzy’s threats that Abe was sure were empty. ”You know I think we should give them a head start,” Abe said with a malicious grin that he put on just to freak out the girls. ”Its always more fun when they run,” Abe said and almost died of laughter at the look of terror on the Gryffy girls face.
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