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- Posted: Wed, 19 May 2010 03:51:14 +0000
Art, for the second time of the evening found himself in his room looking into the full-length mirror that the boy in the bed next to him had duplicated for him. After the pants tearing incident he had come back and tore apart his room looking for a proper replacement. Jeans. The only thing he had that made any sense was jeans. He sighed. He had worked so hard trying to fit in with the British style ball dance thing, he was kinda sad that his costume didn’t work out. At least his vest and top hat was still in tact. He took a moment to straighten his rich Italian hair and made his way once again for the door. He was supposed to meet Alek in the great hall and didn’t want her to be waiting when he got there.
His top hat shifted slightly on his head as he ran out of the dormitory, through the old portrait, past the kitchen and toward the staircases. He could not let Alek get there before him. It was not the way of Italian gentlemen. He ran a fast as he could, which just generally a bad idea seeing that he could barely walk without killing himself sometimes. He was reaching the home stretch when he heard his name being called by a soft cooing voice behind him.
“A..Arturo?”
Art slid to a stop from his full run, stopping in time to just barely run into the wall, he rubbed his bumped nose and turned to see a first year, in hufflepuff uniform standing shyly in the corner. Her face was red and puffy from what looked like a mixture of crying and frustration. Art fought mentally for a moment. What to do? He had to go. He was late. But could he just leave this young damsel in distress? Art didn’t let himself think about it. He rushed over to her panting and holding his nose; he leaned down taking her by the shoulder.
“Yes?”
He knew this girl. Aleina Jordan. He had spent a lot of his first week asking her questions about her grandfather who was a famous Quidditch announcer. She moved some curly hair out of her face and slowly pointed upward wear he spotted a textbook with wings floating around dressed in a pair of female underwear, presumably hers. She blushed scarlet and looked down.
“Please help me. I need that book for a paper and if anybody sees those… I swear that I will die….” She said not looking at him. Art made a whine in his throat and nodded as he took one final breath before bolting back of the stairs. He ran up to the fifth floor only stopping to wait for a staircase to return. He turned into the fifth floor corridor and threw open the door of storage closet and pulled out a practice broom that he knew to be stored there. He ran back to the staircases and hopped on the broom taking off and diving down weaving in-between staircases, putting a hand to hold his top hat on and nervously approaching the book. Sure, he was a seeker but clumsy was clumsy and out on the Quidditch pitch there was not stone to crash into. He reached out for the book and naturally it ran. Art sighed and looked down at his watch. He began to chase the book, and although it was slow it was a bit tricky and was easily caught. He then flew down to where Aleina waited smiling thankfully. Some Slytherin probably ambushed the poor girl… He kissed her cheek and handed her the book, which was now wingless, and broom. He pointed to underwear, panting but managing a smile.
“You keeping those safe, Yes?” He patted her on the head and then bolted into the hallway sliding his turns and running down the entrance hall and into the great hall. He scanned around for Alek while walking toward the tables to get a better look, he came to the conclusion that she wasn’t there yet just as he collided with a chair from a empty table. He fell to the ground, and laid there for a moment to catch his breath before pausing himself up and getting to his feet, he was tired and he hadn’t even danced yet. His picked up his top hat off the ground and put it on his head. At long last he could rest, until his date showed up. He sat down in the chair he had overturned, getting a full breath in before a figure in a stunning dress of a very light color and sparkles, wielding angel wings walked into the great hall. That had to be Alek. She said she was coming as an angel and that was just about as much angel as you could get. He stood ready to give her a proper gentlemen’s welcome just like his mama taught him. Alek had other plans in mind. Before he knew it a body had collided with his and once again he was on the floor. Alek had knocked him on the ground; it seemed to be a common position for him this day. He quickly got up and smiled at Alek deciding to forget the greeting that he had practiced. He sighed and looked over his date, while soaking in her compliments.
“Wow… molto bello.” He said taking her hand and spinning her around before giving her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. “You are looking very amusing!” He said enthusiastically. Of course he meant amazing but he was none the wiser, sure that he had gotten that one right. He jumped as Alek aggressively pulled him to the dance floor. He followed nervously and reluctantly. He was not good at dancing. He watched as Alek began to move and took her hand and began to sway awkwardly while holding it, focusing so much of the music and the beat. He even tried to pick up his feet a couple of times. He only noticed the happenings on the dance floor because Alek had stopped her dancing to notice. Art frowned. He hated fighting. He thought that it was stupid.
“Um. Are you wanting the punch?” He said pointing over to the snack table. He didn’t want her on the dance floor if people were going to be fighting on it.
His top hat shifted slightly on his head as he ran out of the dormitory, through the old portrait, past the kitchen and toward the staircases. He could not let Alek get there before him. It was not the way of Italian gentlemen. He ran a fast as he could, which just generally a bad idea seeing that he could barely walk without killing himself sometimes. He was reaching the home stretch when he heard his name being called by a soft cooing voice behind him.
“A..Arturo?”
Art slid to a stop from his full run, stopping in time to just barely run into the wall, he rubbed his bumped nose and turned to see a first year, in hufflepuff uniform standing shyly in the corner. Her face was red and puffy from what looked like a mixture of crying and frustration. Art fought mentally for a moment. What to do? He had to go. He was late. But could he just leave this young damsel in distress? Art didn’t let himself think about it. He rushed over to her panting and holding his nose; he leaned down taking her by the shoulder.
“Yes?”
He knew this girl. Aleina Jordan. He had spent a lot of his first week asking her questions about her grandfather who was a famous Quidditch announcer. She moved some curly hair out of her face and slowly pointed upward wear he spotted a textbook with wings floating around dressed in a pair of female underwear, presumably hers. She blushed scarlet and looked down.
“Please help me. I need that book for a paper and if anybody sees those… I swear that I will die….” She said not looking at him. Art made a whine in his throat and nodded as he took one final breath before bolting back of the stairs. He ran up to the fifth floor only stopping to wait for a staircase to return. He turned into the fifth floor corridor and threw open the door of storage closet and pulled out a practice broom that he knew to be stored there. He ran back to the staircases and hopped on the broom taking off and diving down weaving in-between staircases, putting a hand to hold his top hat on and nervously approaching the book. Sure, he was a seeker but clumsy was clumsy and out on the Quidditch pitch there was not stone to crash into. He reached out for the book and naturally it ran. Art sighed and looked down at his watch. He began to chase the book, and although it was slow it was a bit tricky and was easily caught. He then flew down to where Aleina waited smiling thankfully. Some Slytherin probably ambushed the poor girl… He kissed her cheek and handed her the book, which was now wingless, and broom. He pointed to underwear, panting but managing a smile.
“You keeping those safe, Yes?” He patted her on the head and then bolted into the hallway sliding his turns and running down the entrance hall and into the great hall. He scanned around for Alek while walking toward the tables to get a better look, he came to the conclusion that she wasn’t there yet just as he collided with a chair from a empty table. He fell to the ground, and laid there for a moment to catch his breath before pausing himself up and getting to his feet, he was tired and he hadn’t even danced yet. His picked up his top hat off the ground and put it on his head. At long last he could rest, until his date showed up. He sat down in the chair he had overturned, getting a full breath in before a figure in a stunning dress of a very light color and sparkles, wielding angel wings walked into the great hall. That had to be Alek. She said she was coming as an angel and that was just about as much angel as you could get. He stood ready to give her a proper gentlemen’s welcome just like his mama taught him. Alek had other plans in mind. Before he knew it a body had collided with his and once again he was on the floor. Alek had knocked him on the ground; it seemed to be a common position for him this day. He quickly got up and smiled at Alek deciding to forget the greeting that he had practiced. He sighed and looked over his date, while soaking in her compliments.
“Wow… molto bello.” He said taking her hand and spinning her around before giving her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. “You are looking very amusing!” He said enthusiastically. Of course he meant amazing but he was none the wiser, sure that he had gotten that one right. He jumped as Alek aggressively pulled him to the dance floor. He followed nervously and reluctantly. He was not good at dancing. He watched as Alek began to move and took her hand and began to sway awkwardly while holding it, focusing so much of the music and the beat. He even tried to pick up his feet a couple of times. He only noticed the happenings on the dance floor because Alek had stopped her dancing to notice. Art frowned. He hated fighting. He thought that it was stupid.
“Um. Are you wanting the punch?” He said pointing over to the snack table. He didn’t want her on the dance floor if people were going to be fighting on it.
