{IF I FELL IN LOVE)

[evann]

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IF I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU
would you promise to be true
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Briskly walking up the magical staircases of Hogwarts was Victoria Davis. Her bag bumped against her hip every step she took. She looked to be quite in a rush. She was though, as she was ready to go and work on her foot-long essay about the Elixir of Life, due by tomorrow. It was only about five o'clock, but the inner Tori couldn't procrastinate to safe her life. She had to do the essay, or be tormented inside by complete and utter hatred and feeling that she couldn't do it in time.

She finally got to the seventh floor, where she follow the corridor up to the Ravenclaw common room entrance. There was no handle, keyhole, painting, or anything besides a plain expanse of old wood. But there was a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. Victoria reached out and knocked once. The beak of the eagle open, and a soft, swift voice rang.

"Only one color, but not one size. Stuck to the ground, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What is it?" the voice asked.

Victoria put her hand on her chin and thought for a second. It was only one color, perhaps a gray or black? But not one size, which means it was in variety. Stuck to the ground, eh? Yet is easily flew. It was present in the sun, but not in the rain. Which meant you would need light to see it in. It did no harm and felt no pain. Tori came up with a steady and clear answer that made much sense.

"A shadow, perhaps?" she suggested, seeing it made sense and all.


"That makes perfect sense." the eagle said, as the door swung open. Tori walked in, and the eagle and door closed behind her.

Victoria glanced at the wonderful view of the mountains, and sat down upon comfortable chair with a table in reach, beside a small series of bookshelves. She started to get out her books, quill, ink, and parchment.


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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: me
LYRICS CREDIT: the beatles, if i fell
COSTARRING: open
TAKING PLACE: ravenclaw common room, 5:00-ish, friday
WORD COUNT: 338
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[ezekiel patrick greer]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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It had been quite a long day for the Ravenclaw boy as he shoved his way through throngs of students without a care as to what injuries he might cause. Blue eyes were darkened by irritation as he climbed the many moving stairs, calloused hands clenching on the bannister. The reason as to his foul mood was not immediately apparent, nor was it physically etched into his face aside from the dark circles plaguing the skin under his eyes. Storming up to the entrance of the Ravenclaw dormitories he slammed the knocker against the surface and a rather perturbed voice snapped at him. Snarling a terse response he flew into the common room, the book bag on his shoulder swinging off rather wildly and falling to the floor in front of a chair close to the fireplace. A migraine needled at the back of his eyes, the subtle pounding that usually accompanied it swelling in his aching skull. Today had not been a pleasant day for the Ravenclaw and it was doubtful that any true improvement would rear it's much-welcomed head.

Two. Two in one fucking day. The seizures that he had been working so hard to keep a secret were slowly increasing in frequency, making it harder and harder for him to hide it from the rest of the student body. Twice today he had tasted blood on his tongue upon slowly coming out of these disasterous and inconvenient bouts. You could suppose that should you be trying to keep a secret like that you might be a little less than chipper as well.

A hand was thrown into his rucksack, fishing around for a text on Magical Creatures and pulling said volume into his lap he tried to focus on the words but they swam across the page. Teeth exposed in a silent sneer he wished he had the fortitude to sneak out of the castle for a cigarette but even the thought of it made him tired. He was agitated, in his head he was pacing like a trapped animal in a cage, his body itched to do something, anything.

"Fuck..." The words were uttered under his breath, eyes glancing up from the book he was pretending to read as he glared at a group of first years moving too slowly through the common room.

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[evann]

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IF I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU
would you promise to be true
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Tori looked up as a very angered looking seventh year under the name of Ezekiel Greer. He was the other beater, other than her, and the captain of their house Quidditch team. But he didn't look too good. He had rushed inside the common room in a fuss, and then he sat down a small number of feet away and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a book and then looked at the page. It seemed like he couldn't read exactly then. A group of first years walked by. They were chattering away, books in there hands, and were somewhat louder than the rest of the common room. She scowled in their direction, and they all felt the heat of her eyes on them. They immediately hushed, then stuck their noses in their books as they went off to sit, walking very slowly. A few fifth years behind them looked ready to kick them and punch their way through.

Tori would be very amused, and slightly happy to see that.

"Fuck." he said, as the group of first years passed him. He scowled too. Tori tried not to smile, as he looked like Ezekiel had a bad day.

"Hey Ezekiel." she said, turning her eyes towards him. She didn't care if Ezekiel was in a horrible mood because of something that happened that day. She was sick of bad moods. Besides, if she could cheer him up, that would make her feel a bit better inside. Seeing people in a sad state wasn't too exciting.

They had plenty of topics to discus. But the thickest and major discussion was about Quidditch. There was practice tomorrow, and then they had a game to win next week. There was no hidden, secret, evil twisted side to talking to him, was there? Of course not! But there were some fleeting glances from a couple of fourth years across the common room. Tori didn't really notice though, as people were chattering away as they pleased too.

That was the wonderful part about common rooms. Most people were doing the same exact thing.

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: me
LYRICS CREDIT: the beatles, if i fell
COSTARRING: ezekiel greer. (:
TAKING PLACE: ravenclaw common room, 5:00-ish, friday
WORD COUNT: 344
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[ezekiel patrick greer]

when the sun came up we were sleeping in,
SUNK INSIDE OUR BLANKETS ,

SPRAWLED ACROSS THE BED
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So engrossed in pretending the rest of the world did not exist he found that it was no use, that his migraine did not subside and that his mood was certainly not improving by leaps and bounds. Sucking in his botttom lip and chewing idly he felt a pair of eyes upon him and a familiar voice drifted toward him. Light and airy, distinctly feminine and belonging to Victoria his eyes roving until he found her. His fellow Beater and team mate seemed to be having somewhat of a better day than he and a brief flash of envy sparked like a flare.

Stretching out with a yawn he nodded to her in return, "Victoria, fancy seeing yeh here." A brow arched, the book sliding down to rest on his stomach as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck in one quick, unceremonious action.

"An' what 'ave ye been workin' on? Looks like yer writin' a book." Amusement flickered behind the irritated lights in his eyes although as quickly as they'd come he seemed to ensure that they would disappear once again. Yes, there was practice tomorrow and there would be hell to pay if everyone was not in attendance. He was striving to make sure this year was a winning year for the Ravenclaws--it was his last year and he wanted to make the very most of it in such a subtle way that no one knew he was that passionate about Quidditch, otherwise he might never hear the end of teasing. He was the sort of person who pretended not to care so overly much about what a majority of others did.

"Are ye prepared fer practice t'morrow? Ah expect 'twill be a rather brutal one, remind e'ryone the importance of keeping in shape." A devilish smirk approached his lips at the thought of his team mates, cold and bedraggled. He supposed that when one of the first years from a different house had called him a drills sargeant they weren't too far off.

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