[slythies] lazing around the common R O O M

[dizzy]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

If there was an award for being lazy and waking up late, Dizaeria Nott would have it in the bag. On normal class days, she was forced to get up, but on days she had free, you’d most likely find her in her bed until noon. She was a big fan of just sitting around and doing nothing, exactly what she intended to do for most of this day. She had no assignments and she wasn’t feeling up to wandering around and seeing if she could find anything to do. No, this Sunday felt like a lazy one, like many were.

With a grunt and a sigh, Dizzy threw her green sheets off her body and yawned twice before actually getting off her bed. She contemplated on going back to sleep, but when she heard whispers outside the door, she knew she needed to get up and at least get dressed. She dragged herself around, throwing on whatever smelled clean. She was pretty sure the jeans she grabbed weren’t hers, they were a little too tight on her butt, and the shirt had been stuffed under a pile of underwear. Yeah, the room needed cleaning. She wasn’t a fan of doing such things, since at home, someone did it for her. She had hoped her roommates would do it, but they refused to pick up her mess on top of theirs. She supposed it was just the way things went, but it was the end of their second week, and she was already stuck with a messy room. She decided to clean it next weekend, possibly, if she felt like it.

After checking to make sure she didn’t look completely horrendous in the hair department, she grabbed the closest eyeliner, which happened to be black, and lipstick, and that made up her effort to get ready. She sprayed herself with something she found on the floor that smelled good, to cover up her smell that she wasn’t quite sure was there. She then changed her shirt and brushed her hair again until it was the best she could get it, and popped in a headband to compensate for her lack of accessories. She hated that she needed everything to be perfect, she blamed her mother for it.

She was still pulling on her socks when she made her way through the common room with her shoes under her arms. She nodded quick hellos as she went by and slipped on her shoes just as she went into the kitchens and grabbed an apple before going back down to the dungeons to see what excitement she could find there. When she reached the common room again, she found a few people sitting here and there, not really doing much. With another sigh and a bite into her apple, she slopped down on a couch and put her feet up. She’d let excitement come to her.

She amused herself by spinning the apple core around and around while holding the stem. She probably looked ridiculous, but she really didn’t care. She had a rep, and she knew nothing so stupid as spinning an apple core would do anything to hurt it, until the stem gave out and the core fell unto her. She laughed loudly and the people that were in the room looked at her. “Hey, they’re not my pants!” she said just as loud and started to wonder whose pants they were. She was getting really bored, and she hoped someone would have something to say to her soon.

TAGGED ! Open
WORDS ! five-nine-one
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! any Slytherins around?

[likearose]

WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT I WANNA
watch the way you take this world by storm, the way you wrap

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those boys around your finger, go on and play
THE LEADER, 'COS YOU KNOW IT'S WHAT YOUR GOOD AT, THE LOW ROAD[/size]
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Jersey had been in the library for two hours already. She didn't normally spend a lot of time there, actaully, it was quite the opposite, ovoiding the place as much as possible. She had most of the books she needed in her room, and it wasn't like she was thick, or a Ravenclaw, someone who spent half their lives there. No, she hated it. But, homework is homework, and detention was still detention if she didn't get it done. No matter how much the teachers liked her. Pileing up the few books and scrolls that were on the table infront of her, she headed over to get them checked , passing them to the librarian for her to check, and the turning and striding from the room, her heels clicking on the tiled floors. Despited being only in a pair of shorts, she wasn't cold in the slightest, a light warning charm seeing to that during the winter season. Charms and Transfiguration being her best subject, the daily magic didn't strain her much.

She headed for the Slytherin common room, hissing the password as she reached her destination, dumping her books on one of the younger kids milling around, fliking them a couple of knuts to take them to her room. Spottign a familiar face, she wandered over to the main sitting area, lowing herself ontoone of teh high backed cushioned armchairs across from her friend. It seemed to become a habit, sittign around chatting, and one of the three, Jersey herself, Dizeaeria or Scoripus could always be found on these chairs, seeming almost to hold a court. Of course, numberous tiems, it was a court they were holding. Slytherin couldnot been seen as soft, whimpering idiots like teh rest of the houses. No, they were to be strong, silent and deadly, and sometiems they needed reminded. Glancing over at her best friend, she smiled, muttering "Hey.." with a smile, beofre narroving her eyes at her friend. Without even glancing at her artire, she spoke quietly, "Why on earth are you wearing my jeans?" she snapped, but a almost-hidden twinkle in her eyes gave her away. Not that anyone bar D would notice it, but that didn't matter.

She rarely showed any emotion to anyone other than D and Score, that was just the way she was, the way Jersey had been brought up. Her parents had never shown emotion around the house, and, although Jersey wasn't anywhere as bad as they were, she still didn't like wearing her heart on her sleeve. Showing your emotions made you vulnerable, and she wasn't vulnerable in anyway. She hated that feeling, and did everything she could to avoid feeling it. "Let me guess D, you're just up. Again." shelaughed, reclining into the chair, and crossing her right leg over her left, fiddlign with the bracelets around her wrist. The light in the dungeons emphasised the pale, smooth, sleekness of her legs, and and she grined over at her friend, and calcuating grin. "How about a party next weekend?"

TAGGED?! : Dizzeh and Scoreee and open
WORDS?! : cba counting tbh.
NOTES?! : sorry about the delay guys. christmas/moving house. i'm eher now though.
LYRICS: Kellie Pickler
OUTFIT?! : HERE?!
TEMPLATE?! : likeaROSE ((:

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[dizzy]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

After giving up on the apple, which she had gotten a lucky second year to dispose of for her, Dizzy grabbed a stray Prophet from the table on which she put her feet. Sometimes, this table would move, mainly when she Jersey and Scorpius were around during one of their meetings. Out of the three of them, Diz was the oldest, and probably the most mature, though that point was very arguable. She was always making sure they didn’t get into shit, and she was the one that kept them in line and made sure they were doing their work. She was like their at-school mother, even if she played a large part in all their mischief, parties, and anything else they did.

She flipped through the Prophet, not really stopping on anything in particular; there really wasn’t anything that interesting in reading yesterday’s issue over again. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. This was the life. Staying up late partying with her friends, waking up late, having no homework, being able to just relax and enjoy everything. It was great. But she really needed something to keep her from going back into her room and falling back asleep until dinner. She really didn’t want to go back to bed, she had to actually get up tomorrow morning, as much as she hated it.

"Why on earth are you wearing my jeans?"

“Ha. I was wondering,” she said, lifting her eyes to look at the blond before getting up and standing. “I doubt you’ll fit into them after my arse stretches them out!” she laughed and modelled her butt for Jersey. Unlike most, Dizaeria had curves, but not fat. She was well-made and had ample curves in all the right places. She gave Jay a wink and saw that her best friend’s eyes were glittering with mirth. It was only in the safety of their common room that Slytherins could show that they had a more varied emotions pallet than just anger, disdain and cruelty. Most didn’t know that a lot of them loved to laugh and make jokes and just have fun. Or that they could be sweet and loving and kind. But for Dizzy, she really didn’t care. If she was happy during class she’d smile, if she was sad she’d cry. Even if she did show more emotion that the other Slytherins, she was twice as lethal. She yawned again and sat back down.

"Let me guess D, you're just up. Again."

Dizaeria laughed. That’s how lazy she was when she had nothing important to do, everyone knew that she’d sleep in late. “Let me guess J, you didn’t do your homework and you just wasted your whole morning in the library, again,” she returned the favor. No matter how much Diz procrastinated with things, she always did her schoolwork. Her father expected her to do well, she was a very, very smart girl, and that was enough motivation for her. “How many times have I told you and Scorpius, that if you do your homework right away, you’ll have the whole weekend to do whatever you want without having to make time for it, or leaving it to the last minute.” She was half expecting a response of ‘hypocrite’ since she never did everything when she should, excluding school work, but she was pleasantly surprised by the answer she did get.

"How about a party next weekend?"

The torches lit Dizaeria’s pale, beautiful face as she tilted her head back to make sure there was no one intruding on their conversation. She saw two first-year girls huddled together as they just stood staring at the seventh year and the sixth year. Probably in envy, Diz determined. She flashed them a sweet smile and waved them over. The two girls both came over immediately, knowing full-well the power of these two girls. Dizaeria often saw them just sitting around the common room, just listening to others’ conversations. They were both blonde, and it was easy to tell that they’d both break a few hearts when they got older. “Darlings,” Dizaeria began using one of the terms of endearment she used on the younger Slythies. She gave them a kind smile and they gave two uneasy smiles back. “Do you know if anyone has any plans for next weekend?” She asked, and thanked them when they responded with two shakes of their heads, in sync.

If they were to have a party, Diz didn’t want anything to distract people from it. It had to be the only thing people were talking about, because she wouldn’t have it any other way. She gave the two young ones another stunning smile, and the girls took it as their cue to go back to what they were doing. “A party sounds magnificent. That is, if you finish your homework before it,” she gave Jersey and wink and a smirk, but the look in her eyes said that she was being honest. If Jersey wasn’t done her work by the time of the party, she’d make sure the party didn’t happen.

TAGGED ! Open
WORDS ! eight-seven-two
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! ooh la la, une party?

[shinoa]

oh he hated morning practice. practicing, concentration, doing anything but eating, in the morning was useless to scorpius. seriously, if he wasn't such a quaffle magnet, he'd have had the slytherin quidditch captain on his ass yelling every five seconds. but he couldn't help it. he liked sleep. he did. it was comfortable and plushie, and he liked to be able to sleep deeply and sprawl about in it. even if sometimes he slept until two or three in the afternoon and someone had to come and pull him out of bed. where he would crash to the ground with an audible thud. this morning however was not like that, except the being pulled out of bed. oh no, he was pulled out at eight, and he had something croissant tasting forced into his mouth, and then he was forced to get into his quidditch robes, forced on a broom, and unceremoniously kicked his ass into the air, where he stayed half awake being hit by quaffles for the last three hours.

he actually didn't succeed in waking up until someone guy-like ripped his clothes back off and then pushed him into a cold shower. that woke him up with a start, especially as he had to rush to find the hot water. when it finally became hot it nearly burned him. oh he hated mornings just too much right now. by the time he had found the right combination of cold and hot his skin was practically red and raw in some spots. it was about then he became very aware of what happened in the last three hours, and was now very curious as to who exactly had dressed him and stripped him this morning. he hadn't been paying attention. oh that was embarrassing. he'd have to try not to think about that one when he was getting dressed today. oh damn. he hoped suddenly whoever woke him up was smart enough to get him clothing. and a towel. blah. this sucked. never doing this again. totally not the best day on the planet. no. it's all because of horrible mornings. yes. that's why.

after his shower he peeked outside and shook his head. nope. someone did not leave him any clothing. a towel yes, clothing nope. great. he was going to have to dig through his locker for that crappy clothing he had hanging around in the background. that would be annoying to walk around with, but at this point he didn't care. he just wanted a nap. he pulled the towel off the bench and dried himself off quickly, then peeked around the corner, and quickly made sure there was no one there before sneaking to his locker. the first thing he grabbed was his jeans, which were rather tight, but he didn't care. he then pulled on his boots while bouncing on the spot, zipping them up over his skinnies. then came just a wife beater. it was minimal clothing that could easily fit in his locker. all he really needed. and all he felt safe enough that he wouldn't suddenly want to wear someday. he had enough of these that he wouldn't miss them. he was actually sure he had doubles of everything but the boots. see? he'd survive.

but not if he was seen by a lot of people, and as he made his way back to hogwarts from the pitch, it started to rain. just his luck. of course it would rain, it would make the day worse. soon the wife beater was pretty pathetic, didn't cover much of anything, and his pants were completely sucked onto his legs. only thing that was dry was his feet. his hair had been wet already, so he hadn't noticed that. when he walked through the front door, the caretaker was there staring angrily at him. creepy old man. he glared back as he made sure he made a mess making water go everywhere. even shook himself off like a dog to make it go on the walls and such. that old man had practically lost his ability to speak a while ago, so it wasn't like he was going to get in trouble. well, he hadn't heard him speak in ever anyway. he'd have to inquire about that if he ever found it inside himself to care about it.

he hopped down the stairs to the slytherin dormitories, and lazily said the password to open the door. he had to press past a whole bunch of young ones, then he was in his common room, and heaven help him, there were his two most favorite people in the world, occupying their thrones. he wandered over to them, and then slid onto the couch beside dizzy, his cousin, and lay down and put his head on her thigh. he didn't exactly know how she'd react, nor did he care, but time would tell. she could hit him or something or start to draw on him. it didn't matter. he was tired. she had awesome plushie legs. he then realized he was smelling something he normally didn't whilst in someone's lap.

"dearest dizzy, why do you smell of apples?"

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status: done!
taggs!: dizzy, jersey-girl and open?
words: one thousand yey!
muses: runnin' hi i think
notes!: i hope you no mind i joined D:
songs!: raise it up - august rush soundtrack
credits: banner: danasaur, text: taper jean girl, template: me.

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[likearose]

WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT I WANNA
watch the way you take this world by storm, the way you wrap

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those boys around your finger, go on and play
THE LEADER, 'COS YOU KNOW IT'S WHAT YOUR GOOD AT, THE LOW ROAD[/size]
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Jersey scowled at the mention of homework, keeping hold of her stony expression and dulling the smile in her eyes. She hated it when Diz brought it up, much preferring to go about it her own was. Stifling a chuckle, she marvelled over the sway they had on the younger, and, well, older pupils as well, as she watched the exchange between Diz and the small girls. It had been like that for over a year, almost two, since their older 'leader' had graduated. Someone needed to fill their spot, and who better for that than the Malfoy heir, and his two best girls? Of course, that wasn't the only reason they were this high in the pecking order, no, The Nott and Jones names had a pretty big sway themselves Jersey had noticed over the years, and they were slowly catching up with the Malfoys in Britain. Jones' family already had America, after all, that's what Jersey was, American.

As she adjusted her perch on the cushioned chair, she caught a glimpse of the shaggy blonde head that almost raced through the common room to fling themselves on her friends lap, just as she finished berating Jersey about homework. It wasn't her, or Score's fault for that matter, that both of them had better things to do. Quidditch, and boys (or girls) for Jersey,and likely the same for Score, if her suspicions were correct. not that he was half as bad as he used to be, as she observed him with a small smile on her face. The small, twiggy boy she once knew has broadened out, his chest filling out and his shoulders thickening. not to mention his height. He towered over her, both him and Diz, not that it was hard, and Jay was a relatively short girl.

"Hello Score darling. You look rather....wet." she laughed, shooting a closed off grin at the sopping figure. She was the only person who called Scorpius 'Score', just for the simple reason that she thought it sounded funky. It had started years ago, when she had first become close friends with him. Jersey had always been the type that loved having something to single her out from teh rest.

"Scooooore, Diz is being mean to meee!" she complained, her accent strong, crossing her legs underneath herself and pouting. Diz was the oldest out of the three of them, and many a time took the role of mother, although, not obviously to anyone other than them. Jay seemed to be the one treated as the youngest out of the group, partly because she was, and partly because she looked more innocent, and acted more innocent that the rest of her house. Not that she was innocent, no, nothing like it.

TAGGED?! : Dizzeh and Scoreee and open
WORDS?! : cba counting tbh.
NOTES?! : sorry about the delay guys. Christmas/moving house. i'm here now though.
LYRICS: Kellie Pickler
OUTFIT?! : HERE?!
TEMPLATE?! : likeaROSE ((:

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[dizzy]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

She would have laughed if she hadn’t been so concerned. It wasn’t every day that she saw her cousin looking like a wet mess walking across the common room. She looked at him up and down. He looked tired, beating, and wet enough to have all of his clothes sticking to him. She quickly deduced that he had been dragged from bed for Quidditch practice. Sleeping had seemed to be a favourite pass time inherited by their generation of the family. Neither enjoyed getting up early, and slept as much as possible. They weren’t fans of early morning activities, and Diz felt guilty that her cousin had to get up for practice early in the morning, and get attacked with quaffles, while she got to sleep in her warm and plush bed.

All of the guilt went out of the door when her very wet little cousin laid himself next to her on the couch and laid his sopping wet head on her lap. But seeing how tired he was, she couldn’t help but not push him off. It wasn’t like she would ever do it anyway, she just didn’t have it in her. He was family, and she loved him, and she would do anything for him. She pulled her hand through his hair and wrung out some of the water, but it drizzled onto her lap.

“Scorpius, sweetheart,” she chuckled, pulling out her wand. “I’ve just eaten one. And haven’t you heard of drying spells?” she waved her wand without a word, and hot-air breezed out and wrapped around Scorpius’ head, a little longer than needed to just dry it. She loved teasing him. It was fun to see him squirm and not be able to do anything about it. Sometimes he would retaliate though, and that was always the best part; knowing he didn’t mind and participated in it.

She patted her little cousin’s cheek, though she could hardly call anyone little, while giving Jersey a hard look. “Well, Jersey dear, if you did your work on time, then I wouldn’t have to be mean to you,” she said in a tone that meant ‘I’m only doing this for your own good.’ And she was. Diz always wanted the best for them, and she knew it wouldn’t come easily. They had some big stereotypes to overcome, and it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. She sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “Scorpius, please tell me you’ve finished your homework,” she mumbled. She really couldn’t deal with forcing him to do it, she wasn’t in the mood. Right now she’d rather just do his work herself, he looked too tired to put any effort into it anyway.

“Let me rephrase that; if neither of you are done your work by Saturday morning, there will be no parties for a while,” she almost cringed when she said it. She loved a good party as much as they did, and she was ready to tie them to a chair and force them to do it next weekend if they hadn’t by themselves. And they had better hope that they did it, if Dizzy got screwed out of a party, there would be hell to pay, not only for them, but for every opponent she met in duelling class for the following week.

TAGGED ! Jersey-babe and Scorpius-darling .... and open
WORDS ! no freaking clue
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! sorry it's crap >.>