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Post by lucy on Dec 22, 2009 23:18:22 GMT
 In the midst of the austere bookshelves and stony-faced studiers was a table. The table was not remarkable in any sort of way; it was made of an unidentifiable, but obviously very old, wood, and unlike the countless other tables in the school had not been defaced horribly. The lack of defacement was easy to explain, not many students would purposefully attempt to invoke the wrath of the librarian. Even an especially useless Hufflepuff wouldn't do that. Back to the table, the reason why said table was of notice was because of the young, red haired woman beneath it.
Lucy Weasley was quite aware of the threat the librarian posed, but having thought about it for less than half a moment, she had decided she didn't really care about it. Which was precisely why she was drawing on the underside of the table. The redhead wasn't stupid enough to blatantly break the rules in plain view, but instead felt that she would be safe underneath the table. In more ways than one, this was true. The librarian had been around three times, squinty eyes searching for rule breakers, and each time Lucy had gone unnoticed. She considered the endeavor a large success.
Smiling to herself, the fifteen-year-old continued her sketch. With a flourish, she finished the outlines of what she thought to be an immensely amusing scene. As she returned her pencil to its place in her bag, she began to search for her tin of colored pencils. Her drawing was of four animals; a serpent, a raven, a lion, and a badger. The latter three had been drawn to appear battered, frightened, and fleeing from the former. The former being a serpent with menacing fangs and an air of victory about him. The message behind the drawing wasn't difficult to grasp. Lucy's favorite house was her own; the illustrious Slytherin.
Finding her pencils, she opened the tin and plucked out one in emerald green. Singularly focused on her ever more detailed drawing, the teenager began to outline the tiny scales on the snake. A slight pain in her neck formed from sitting at such an awkward angle, but she ignored it. Finishing the drawing to perfection was more important to her than comfort. Done with the scales, she returned the emerald to its place in exchange for a ligher shade of green. With the same amount of care as before, she began to shade in the outlined scales.
The sound of one of the chairs being pulled away from the table made her pause for a moment, before returning to her coloring. With her other hand, she patted the floor around in her in search of her wand. Finding it, she grasped it firmly. Lucy continued with her drawing. Meanwhile, her mind whipped with possible hexes if the person that was about to discover her was going to alert the librarian. If they just wanted to see what she was doing that was fine, but she rather hoped that she'd get to finish her drawing without any administrative, or otherwise, harassment.
words ;; 511
tagged ;; miz remy ;]
listening to ;; owl city
outfit ;; clicketh
notes ;; so, lucy wanted to be in the library, and this was the result. x]
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Post by remy on Dec 23, 2009 0:22:57 GMT
  As usual, Remy slept through the day. Her teachers had given up sending her fellow pupils to rouse her from her slumber after years and months of shouting matches and singed hair. Her classes weren't important to her- she would get where she was going without them. Natural intelligence and good looks were what she had going for her, and boy, did she know how to exploit them. Magic, she had decided, was a wonderful thing. She looked radiant whatever she did to herself due to the Veela blood in her and she would use that to her full advantage. Perhaps she'd follow in her mother's footsteps- becoming the pin-up witch for the whole wizarding world- but she doubted she would. Her magic was darker, deeper rooted than beauty was, and she would use that to get her way.
It's not that we can say Remy was purely evil, she had some redeeming features. She was viciously protective of her friends and when cruelty came to a certain point she'd stop. She just wanted all of the dirty mudbloods and halfbloods off the earth, as well as the muggles too. Why should they pollute the world she lived in? These thoughts were rare, usually when talking to other Slytherins, but in a way these views she'd been brought up with and nurtured in attending were an integral part of her life.
Not, that at the moment she saw it that way at all. Remy waking up was a bizarre sight. First her eyelids flickered and her breathing became more noticable, as she slept deeply and the only movement to tell she was alive was a tiny movement at the base of her throat. Second, her arms extended and flailed around, her hands snaking and searching for the emerald green duvet as she grasped consciousness. Eventually her makeup smudged eyes fluttered more violently, forcing her to acknowledge the light - or lack thereof - in her four poster bed, with the curtains closed so not even a crack of light flowed in. Soon enough the process was over, and although she was not exactly overjoyed at the thought of her slumber being prematurely cut short (at four thirty in the afternoon) Remy heaved her body out of bed.
A quick check of the room confirmed that the House Elves had not yet brought up their clean washing, and so Remy was reduced to pulling random garments out of the closet next to her bed. Not really paying attention to the clothes in her hands she headed for the Slytherin girls showers- deserted at this time due to Quidditch practice not being out and the school day being over. The freezing water over her skin made her shiver uncontrollably at first, but Remy had decided long ago that hot water; heat of any kind; made her weak. After her toilette, Remy scrunched her mane of blonde-brown hair down her back as the volume rose. It was nearing five o clock, and she had the urge to go and find something to do. Since she'd missed her classes, there was no homework, as such, and she felt like wreaking havoc somehow.
The common room was all but empty, it was dinner time in the Great Hall, and Remy gave a false pout before decending the stairs, trying to avoid the spiky wood that would create perfect and painful splinters in her bare feet. A plan soon formulated in her head and in the few minutes it took her to get completely ready it had formed totally. She would find a Slytherin colleague and proceed to get drunk, as she did at least twice a week, within school property and scare fellow students. It was typically Remy-ish, and within a matter of minutes of decending the stairs she ran up them again, before slowing to her normal 'I-couldn't-care-less- saunter.
The corridors, too, were almost deserted apart from the odd ghost. A glance into the Great Hall on her way past revealed that none of her Slytherin friends were dining with the rest of the plebs of the school, and so she went in search of places more apt for their mischevious ways. She did think of the Gryffindor common room- always fun for a laugh if you knew the password- and Remy could soon be found ascending the stairs up to it. Unfortunately, there was a teacher on the fourth floor, and as much of a rebel as Remy was, she had a fluttering heartbeat that was making her paranoid the teacher knew there were two bottles of fairly alcoholic stuff in her shoulder bag. A small smirk to the head of her house as she walked past, brushing against him a little. He looked besotted, but that might have just been her ego talking. He was definitely one of the hottest teachers at the school, and Remy had no intention to hide the fact she wanted him, even if it was just in the passing.
So, to keep up this semi-good girl act, Remy continued down the corridor with her saunter to the library, looking down as she opened the door, before gazing slightly to find he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. Or perhaps that was just her ego again.
The library, for Remy at least, was not the most fun place to be. She never studied, and she scanned her immediate surroundings for any signs of life (no, the squib librarian didn't count as a lifeform). As she realised after a while she'd attracted the attention of the formidable librarian Remy smirked and walked, determined, towards a table in the library, disappearing into the dark. The library was closing- it was a Tuesday night in December- and she was the only person left. "IT'S OKAY!" she called out to the librarian, "I'LL ONLY BE A SECOND! I'LL LET MYSELF OUT." Of course, she had no intention, as messing up the library was always fun. The librarian seemed to take Remy at her word- always a stupid thing to do- and quickly left as the statuesque girl crouched under the nearest desk, before drawing two chairs, one at the back of the table for her bag, and one at the front for herself. Quickly, her legs collided with something obviously fleshy and bony underneath the table. Startled, Remy peered under, until she saw the short, ginger bob of a Slytherin friend.
"Hey Weasel." she said quietly, daring to crawl under the table with her close friend to see what was going on. Her body collided with hers, and she almost said sorry for perhaps denting the drawing. She hoped she hadn't however, as as her hand rested on a spot next to her favourite animal- the serpent- she smiled at it. "You sure know how to draw, darling," she purred, a laugh in her smiling mouth. The animals fleeing the victorious snake after a lost fight was representative of what they'd to the school soon enough, only this time the snake would reign superior for ever. "So what inspired you? And how in dear God's name did you manage to keep that ginger mop of yours from the sight of the librarian?"
[/size] TAGS ?! lucykins!
WORDS ?! one one nine six- none of my other posts will be anything like this! this is slightly ridiculous!
OUTFIT ?! hurr!
MUSIC ?! shuffling!
OTHER ?! tehe ^.^ sorry if it's bad, i went a little overboard >.<
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Post by lucy on Dec 23, 2009 7:22:57 GMT
Just as the pair of legs collided with Lucy, she yanked her pencil away from the table's underside. She'd invested a bit too much in this piece of work to have it get messed up in a split second. Meanwhile, her fast reflexes continued doing their job, about to send a nasty hex in the direction of the person who had bumped her. Thankfully, Lucy stopped herself just in time as she glanced at the legs of the interruption. A cat-like smile played on her lips as Remy lowered herself underneath the table to join her. Lucy would recognize those legs anywhere, no need to hex a friend.
"Hey, yourself, Re-re." She said in reply, rattling off the first slightly obnoxious nickname she could come up with. She bumped her friend back playfully, reaching one of her hands up onto Remy's next to the serpent. Tracing the outline of her friend's hand against the table, Lucy turned to face her. "Why thanks, cher." She drawled, taking a certain amount of childish glee in her use of French. Her knowledge of the language of love was minimal at best, but life was about finding joy in the little things, and who was to say Lucy couldn't find a little glee in that? Not anyone, as far as the redhead was concerned.
Lucy used her other hand to stroke an imaginary beard, as if in deep thought. "My inspiration?" She pondered aloud, and then, pantomiming a brilliant idea appearing to her. "I think it should be obvious. We belong to the best house of them all, and I'm just trying to spread the cheeriness of the message." Pausing, her eyes went to the subtly implied violence of the scene she had drawn. "Well, maybe not cheeriness, exactly. Though being a Slytherin makes me endlessly cheery. As for my 'ginger mop' as you so eloquently put it, it's a trade secret. Might be a Weasel thing." Cracking a grin at the last, Lucy sent a playful, yet suggestive, wink in Remy's direction, enjoying the game.
Done with her replies, the redhead unzipped and removed her jacket, pushing it into her bag. The action would have been completely innocent if not for the company she kept. Light green pencil still in hand, Lucy turned her attentions back to the serpent. Only a few more scales until it's reptilian body was complete, and then she would move onto the other animals, unless, of course, Remy had a better idea.
"Now, I don't suppose you came to the library to study, seeing as this school offers you so little in intellectual improvement. You wouldn't happen to have something devious in mind for tonight would you?" The fifteen-year-old bit her lip, her words light and airy, but her concentration on the art above her steady. Without a glance in Remy's direction, she set the light green pencil into the tin, her hand returning with a dark gold. She began her work on the lion's scraggly mane, adding a few wrinkles and shadows to its face, giving it an even more sickly and beaten look. "If you do have any plans, I do believe you've found someone beneath this very table that would love to share them with you."
words ;; 545
tagged ;; miz remy ;]
listening to ;; owl city
outfit ;; clicketh
notes ;; nah, don't worry about it. i liked it. :D it takes me awhile to work up to really long posts though. V.V
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Post by remy on Dec 23, 2009 10:38:32 GMT
Remy chuckled slightly as Lucy said 'Re-Re'. She may have thought it scathing, but that was really nothing between friends. It was actually her nickname- if a proper Slytherin could think such immature things appropriate for people of their grandeur. She thought about mocking her friend for the useless insult, but she supposed that being caught somewhat off guard made for bad insults and good hexes- and Remy would rather take the bad insult. Crouching for a few moments was enough to make her legs ache with the bending- she hadn't studied muggle ballet in a long time, meaning the lean muscles would ache if asked to do anything too strenuous- and so Remy, as smoothly as possible, adjusted herself so her legs were folded under her- quite a feat in skin tight leather leggings.
Looking closer at Lucy's handiwork she smirked kindly, listening to the soothing tones of the redhead's voice. She knew she could count on the girl as one of her best friends- even if her entire family were blood traitors. In the early years of the school the whole Slytherin common room had put the poor girl through tests to make sure she was really one of them. Remy had felt a little bad about it, but her conscience was so tiny it didn't bother her terribly much.
"Hmmm, you're soo right.." she whispered, grinning. "We are the best ones in the school." Remy caught Lucy's suggestive wink, and in her eyes shone the usual mischevious look, as well as that of disguised lust. Her and Lucy, although best friends, and a bizarre sort of relationship. Remy was sex obsessed- for want of a better expression. She just liked having sex, flirting and generally being veela-ish, so it came as no surprise to her that she was acutely attracted to her pixie-like best friend. They always seemed to be the pair too close to call just best friends, but it never went any further than much more, friendship and trust mattered more, and Remy didn't want to get too clogged up with blood traitors- even if Lucy was the best of them.
Devious? Moi?! How could you even suggest such a thing?!" Remy recoiled in false horror, mouth open wide in such. "Maybe I was just here to catch up on the day's studies that I so missed!" After that she smirked slightly, and giggled in spite of herself. "Fine.. yes. I was looking for someone for a nice mid-week drinking session, and what more fun place could I find than a library?" Remy smirked, deciding in a moment that she should possibly tell her friend the whole story. "Okay, well, if I didn't choose the library it was because our new Head of House found me wandering the corridors with two bottles of alcohol in my bag, and I decided I should look like a good girl and study. He's so hot, and a little dedication could go a long way..." It was only half a joke, and she promised that soon she would attempt to attend class- even if it was only his.
"So, what'd you say? Scaring first years?" With w grin Remy clambered out from under the desk and walked round to the seat she had previously been sitting on. The library, she noted, was dark now- in theory nobody was here- and the perfect place for what she had in store. Leaning under the table she motioned upwards and to her bag. "Time to celebrate your achievement?" With that she popped her head back up- not without bashing it relatively painfully on the top of the table- and rummaged in her bag, producing a bottle of firewhisky (the other was a reserve) and two green shot glasses. Her eyebrow arched towards Lucy, a teasing look in her eye, as if to say Up for this?
[/size] TAGS ?! lucykins!
WORDS ?! six forty
OUTFIT ?! hurr!
MUSIC ?! shuffling!
OTHER ?! lol, ah, i'm the opposite. i write a really long starter post and then the rest just get shorter and shorter.
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