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 Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 10:31 pm
  ____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Morgan frowned when Sam called Angelica a skank. What was that saying? "Takes one to know one." She kept that thought to herself, though she smirked from the tail end of Sam's comment. A bite to her kiss indeed. Sam crept closer to her, taking the opportunity to stroke her hair and position his other hand just so. Morgan allowed him to pull her close and give her a a chaste kiss before speaking again; this time barely audible over the music. Smirking, she put her free hand on his chest and pushed him back a bit. "Angaleka iz my friend and you vould do vell to speak of my friends kindly if you vant that danz."
Still, a promise is a promise. She replaced her wand back into her belt, grabbed Sam's hand that was on her waist, and began leading him into the dancing crowd. "Pleez excuze us." she called back to Johnathon over her shoulder. Morgan was pretty sure he'd be happier away from Sam. He'd be needing to get back to whatever it was that was happening upstairs anyway. The music was pulsing quickly and as soon as she had found a decent spot, Morgan let go of Sam. She began moving her hips to the beat and ran her hands up through her hair almost teasingly. Dancing was something she was very good at and enjoyed immensely. She was interested to see if Sam could keep up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 2:18 pm
~* E - a >+< C - o - n - w - a - y *~ "Aw, did my sarcasm hurt your feelings?" Feeling shaken (as well as bored) Ea decided it was time for him to leave the party. Looking around he thought it was probably best. After all; he didn't quite fit into this picture. He wasn't too sure he wanted to. People stripping upstairs, wary looks from the crowd, booze, and a sickening soup of hormones just wasn't for him. Frankly it irritated him. So with his revelation about his spectral stalker still in mind, he quietly made his way out of the shack.
At first, he headed straight for the secret entrance that opened up beneath the Whomping-Willow, but instead he headed for the previously boarded up door. As long as he was breaking school rules, he may as well take a walk and enjoy Hogsmeade in the dark. And when he wanted to get back, he could. After all, the party was most likely going to last for a long time, allowing him enough time to return and sneak back into the school. Ea could never have guessed as he opened the door and headed out into the cool night air, that something was waiting for him in the shadows."Well, I guess you'll just have to go into your wee little emo-corner and have yourself a cry then."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:32 pm
Seamus smirked at Anna's indignant remark. She was right of course. But he hadn't intended on trading anything. He was going to comment again, this time to soothe her temper when she was suddenly flung against him. A split second later a cold breeze skimmed his skin, causing goosebumps along his forearms, where his form fitting black t-shirt left them exposed.
He was momentarily concerned and barely had time to enjoy Anna's proximity before quickly spinning her around, keeping her behind his back. Immediately after, he saw Sam lifting his hand to the surrounding crowd. "Bloody git" Seamus murmured. He stepped away from Anna, expecting a verbal lashing. In avoidance he crooked his arm and slipped hers through it. "Fire whiskey. It'll warm us up after that pillock's idea of an entrance." Seamus led Anna off the dance floor and towards the alcohol, tactfully sidestepping Sam's beeline for Morgan on the other side of the room.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:19 pm
Anna managed to maintain her already faulty balance as Seamus swung her around, managing to keep her from snapping at him. "Would poisoning him be murder or public service?" she mused, allowing Seamus to lead her off the dance floor, and thankfully away from the attention seeker who had just entered. They didn't get much farther than that when a pretty blonde girl walked up, a bottle of firewhiskey in one hand. Anna, who had been planning on slipping away from Seamus, tightened her hold on his arm just slightly. "Becca. You look well." The girl didn't bother to greet Anna, instead studying Seamus with a grin on her face.
"This your boyfriend, then? I can't say I don't approve." Becca asked. Anna scowled, her grip on the Slytherin's arm tightening just a little more. "No. He's not my boyfriend. How's Derek? Has he wised up and figured out you're nothing but a gold digger yet?" Becca's eyes flashed dangerously, and her attention shifted away from Seamus and back to Anna. Pleased, the Ravenclaw let go of his arm and slipped away from him, taking a step towards Becca. The blonde smiled. "You know, Anna. I think you've always been jealous of me. I mean, I'm prettier and I get more boys. You can't beat me." Anna scoffed and folded her arms over her chest, a half smile forming on her lips. "Looks aren't going to get you through life. Neither is spreading your legs." she snapped, taking immense pleasure in the fact that Becca's jaw had dropped.
"Do you think you can talk to me like that?" The girls voice rose, and she stepped up closer to Anna, who had to crane her neck to look up at her. A few people stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to see what was going on. Noticing this, Anna was more than ready to get away before they really started to make a scene. "I'll do what I want, thanks." Anna snapped, grabbing the bottle of fire whiskey out of Becca's hands and moving to walk past her. The moment she tried to do so, Becca pushed her backwards, not bothering to keep her voice from rising above the music. "Who the ******** do you think you are?" Anna looked first down at her shirt where dark spots were appearing from the alcohol that had splashed out, then back at the blonde. Her impatience with Seamus and then her annoyance with the attention seeker caused her anger to bubble over and she took a step towards the girl.
Before she punched her directly in the face.
"I'm Anna ******** Korkeakoski. Who the ******** are you?"
Becca toppled over onto the ground, holding her nose which was starting to flow blood. No longer thinking clearly, Anna grabbed Seamus' hand and pulled him away from the crowd that was beginning to form. When she stopped, she spun around to face him, obviously in full panic mode. "Please distract me. I don't care how."
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:59 pm
Seamus smirked at Anna's inquiry. "It's only murder if we get caught." They'd almost made it to the table when they were intercepted by a small blonde girl. It seemed she and Anna knew each other, but apparently not in a friendly sense, if Anna's digging fingers were any indication.
The two went back and forth quickly, so quickly that Seamus didn't even have time to interrupt. Just as quickly as it started, it was over. With the blonde girl on the ground bleeding from her face. A surge of people moved towards the trio, but again Seamus was dragged away. It seemed the past several minutes he was unable to move of his own accord.
Anna whipped around, panic etched on her face. Seamus met her with a shocked look of his own. "Bloody hell Anna." Honestly, he was impressed. He knew she could hold her own, but it was quite a punch. One he definitely wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of. Mentally shrugging, Seamus reached a hand behind Anna's hair and pulled her in to him. He lowered his head to meet her's.
"There you are! Come, dance." His date had found him. She yanked hard on his arm, detangling him from Anna and dragged him out beyond the crowd of people attempting to clean hte blonde's blood off the floor. Immediately she shoved her butt against his hips, almost knocking him off the floor. Bullocks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 5:07 pm
Maybe Ea just had bad timing. Because when he came back into the shrieking shack he saw two things that confused him deeply: Becca surrounded by people with blood gushing from her nostrils, and that Seamus bloke sucking face with Anna. Why is it, that I miss everything? he thought to himself as he began laughing at both scenes.
Seeing as Anna's knuckles were smeared with what he guessed was Becca's blood, Ea decided she was definitely worth getting to know better. Because it was one thing to act tough, but something different entirely to prove it. Plus her boy toy was being dragged off by some rather drunk looking girl that Ea guessed was Seamus' actual date. Who then persisted to grind on him like there was no tomorrow.
"To be perfectly honest," Ea commented in a mockingly-oblivious tone as he walked up alongside Anna. "I get the feeling that he's got a bit of a crush on you. But that's just me." Shrugging, Ea took a sip of the butter beer in his flask and offered her some. And I'm guessing that the blond with the nosebleed may be your handiwork as well..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 8:37 pm
Cameron Glade Jackson Hufflepuff? The loser house? Try saying that to my face. Proud to be a Hufflepuff Outfit (minus the tie)Damn little sister. The moment he did anything wrong she knew about it. The moment he started a fight, she'd find out about it. The moment he caused a scene in class, she'd hear about it. That kid was like the little angel sitting on his shoulder. The moment he did anything wrong she'd be in his ear, lecturing him about prober behaviour, the importance of homework or manners. Not only did she know about the fight with Sigurd and his embarrassment in transfigurations (which was somewhat of a sore spot), but some how she had found out about the exploding orange. How could she possibly have found out about that?!
Needless to say, the siblings had had one of their larger fights, which happened about as often as unicorns attacked wizards. It was lucky that none of the other guys in his dorm had been around. Being roused on by his little sister got embarrassing sometimes.
Glade needed to cool down, he needed to have fun... most of all, he needed a good fight with someone who could hold their own. Heck, it didn't even matter if he won or lost. Maybe Sigurd or Johann would turn up. They were always a good match.
As Glade walked down the tunnel he had trouble staying mad at Cobie. He never did manage to remain angry at her for long. Okay, so his sister wasn't really that bad. She was only looking out for him. Besides, she had helped him with his new homework, almost to the point of doing it for him. They were friends again and she'd started chatting about her day. Apparently she'd heard a girl complaining about him and socked the kid one in the face. Glade was so proud of her, standing up for her big brother like that. The way her face lit up when she talked about the impact, it was almost enough to forget his anger...
Almost.
When Glade got to the bar, there was a squeaker sculling the spirits. 'That's disgusting,' he muttered to himself. He yanked he bottle away, screwed the lid on tight and glared at the thing before walking away.
He searched the room for Anna, and found her with Seamus, who was being dragged away. When he got close enough that he could shout over the music, he called out, 'if I'd've known Tim wasn't going to clear out the infestation, I would have brought my own.'
As Glade came closer, he jabbed his thumb to where Ea's ferret, Moxy, had been. He didn't even note that the ferret's owner was standing by. Ea wasn't someone he cared blast-ended skank about. He was just another transfigurations partner he'd had punch ups with.
OOC: I hope I left it open enough.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 3:08 am
 Anna was taken by surprise when she felt Seamus's hand on the back of her neck, pulling her much closer to him than she wanted to be. The look she was giving him was enough to put Professor Napoletani to shame. But, she had asked him to distract her, and he was certainly doing that. Placing her free hand on his arm, she leaned up as if to close the distance between them but turned at the last moment, instead whispering into his ear. "I think your date has found you." There was a hint of amusement in her tone and she stepped back, watching as his date dragged him away. She was a little concerned that a Ravenclaw could be quite so oblivious to what had been going on, but she didn't dwell on it long. The girl was in her year, and Anna usually did her best to avoid her.
Taking a sip from the bottle of fire whiskey she had taken out of Becca's hand, she turned to walk towards the stairs when Ea found her, making some comment about Seamus. Glancing at him, she scowled, no longer concerned about when his particular time bomb would go off. She had bigger things on her mind. "I'm sure he acts like that around every girl, boys like him always do. I'm no special case." she commented, seeming to forget any advances Seamus may have made on her. Ignorance was bliss.
Looking over towards the stairs once again, she'd been about to excuse herself when the Gryffindor mentioned what had happened not too long ago. Almost instantly, Anna's face flushed with indignation. "I do not go around hitting people for no reason, so it'd be best to get that out of your head." she snapped, thoroughly boiling over. She almost wished that Seamus hadn't been dragged off. At least he had an ounce of common sense in that head of his. "Now if you'll excu-"
She was cut off by a familiar voice rising above the loud music. Any other time she would have done her best to tackle him, but the most she did was roll her eyes. "One animal hardly counts as an 'infestation'." she said slowly, looking over to where Glade was pointing. "And besides, the ferret isn't doing any harm." Gazing over at the dance floor, she sighed, then took a much longer drink than she usually did. If she kept it up, she wouldn't be able to string sentences together any longer.
[[aksdjfhla I'm so tired.]]
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 8:43 pm
Ea looked sideways at her, studying her reactions. Either she was lying or she really couldn't tell that Seamus really liked her. Then again, Ea thought to himself I guess I don't really care all that much. He really thought that she was being just a smidgen too defensive. But who was Ea to talk about being defensive? He snapped whenever people looked at him funny.
However, he did think Anna got far too flustered about his comment about how she punched Becca's face in. "Oi, relax. I obviously didn't accuse you of that. I was just saying" Ea continued carefully "that I thought it was kind of cool. Wish I'd actually seen it." he admitted. But she really didn't seem to want to put up with him at the moment. Inwardly Ea couldn't blame her. He had no social graces whatsoever. And Throwing himself into a place where that sort of stuff mattered (like a party) probably wasn't the best way to deal with it.
Ea took one look at the approaching voice and felt his stomach boil. The semi-relaxed look was replaced by a challenging glare as Glade: his Transfigurations partner. Oddly enough, Glade was one of the few people Ea felt he liked. But that didn't stop them from dueling as if their purpose in life was the others demise. A good fight was something Ea seemed to ache for: a chance to just explode and get it all out. However, he was sort of worried about what Anna would think. Would she reprimand him? Then another little voice in his head snarled that it really didn't care as it wondered what spells to use.
But as Anna said the word: "ferret, Ea snapped out of his train of rather violent thoughts. "Not again..." he groaned as he slapped a hand to his forehead. He leaned over and scowled at Moxy, who had her head submerged in someone's goblet of booze. As if sensing eyes on her the dusty-colored ferret looked up, saw who it was, and ducked behind the goblet as if it would turn her invisible. "I can see you hiding there," Ea said, almost amused but a tiny bit annoyed. "We can all see you. Asio!" With a swish of his wand, Moxy was squirming towards them through the air until she fell, wriggling, into Ea's waiting hand. "I just can't take you anywhere can I?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 6:40 pm
 Rising Dark Lord  And Forever Womanizer  (( feel free to b***h slap me for taking so long... and the fact that this is crappy ))
Sam held a single hand up innocently when she started to yell at him. He enjoyed the way her accent cut into her speech. Awww, seemed like the alcohol was already getting to her. She grabbed his hand and lead him to dance. Sam watched her dance for a moment. Damn, that was sexy.
Sam kept his hands to himself. He wanted her to come to him. He started with a roll of his shoulders, that flowed to his hips. Dancing was like sex to a beat. Add that thought to the way Morgan moved and teased, he was determined to take her.
Sam ignored the others, letting his mind focus in on Morgan. She was his true test. More so, she would be his innocence.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 6:49 pm
The Brave LittleToaster! Wait That Isn't Right... How About The Big Bad *woof* Heh Never Mind ...   Aaron had addicted himself to the drink table. He'd managed 3 beers and well, he wasn't quite sure what had been in the other drinks. He shook his head. It was spinning. "Damn... It has been too long..." He muttered to himself and lifted another shot to his lips. He threw his head back as he downed it as a shot was intended. He shivered, enjoying the burn down his throat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:39 pm
Cameron Glade Jackson Hufflepuff? The loser house? Try saying that to my face. Proud to be a Hufflepuff Outfit (minus the tie)'That rat is drinking our booze, Glade said, folding his arms, 'that makes it an infest-'
As well as the black eye and split lip, Anna now had a hickey and blood on her fingers.
'What the hell happened to you?' he asked. There was a moment when Glade's face was unsure which look to change to, but it ended up softening into a concerned expression. The Ravenclaw had had a tough day. It looked like her night wasn't going well either. Glade raised an eyebrow and looked at her enquiringly. Anna would let him know when she was ready. For all he knew it might be something she didn't want Ea hearing about.
Glade smirked when he heard the irritation in Ea's voice. He was going to have fun with this.
Glade didn't even bother to look at Ea when he spoke, 'I can't believe there's someone dorky enough to bring their rat to a party. Do yourself a favour, get it out of here before it steals more supplies.'
Sure, he was willing to admit he was goading but anyone who brought an alcoholic ferret to a secret party was begging to be goaded. If not by Glade, then by one of the other sixth or seventh years. Ea deserved to be ruffled a little.
Who invited the guy anyway?
That was when he remembered the only other person he knew of who had a ferret. If Felix was around, he'd have to spend the whole party reassuring a set of waterworks that his ferret wasn't "dorky". That boy cried more than all the girls in the year combined!
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 12:26 am
Anna glanced over at Ea, glad he had let any possible conversation about Seamus drop. He was obviously smart enough to realize he would be in trouble if he continued mentioning it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t bright enough to notice that she wanted to talk about what had gone with Becca almost as much as she wanted to talk about Seamus. “Punching someone is hardly ‘kind of cool’. ” she said dully, letting the topic drop from there. Anna highly preferred breaking someone down using words than physical force. This was partially because she believed that words could haunt a person far more than any bruises could and partially because when you stand at hardly more than five foot, you didn’t exactly go around picking fights. Of course, her temper and the alcohol coursing through her veins was more than enough to make her drop any of the morals she may have had. Normally she wouldn’t care, but she had a sinking feeling that she was going to be known as ‘Anna ******** Korkeakoski’ for quite some time.
Sighing, she brushed her bangs out of her face, accidentally leaving a thin streak of blood across her forehead. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. You didn’t do anything.” she mumbled, knowing full well that the only reason she had shot the remarks at him in the first place was because she was still riled up. Leaning up against the wall, she folded her arms over her chest and surveyed the room before responding to Glade’s comment. He seemed hell bent on making one rodent seem like an infestation. “Technically, Cameron, an infestation is a harassing invasion Ea’s ferret isn’t doing a thing.” she shot at him. She loved him to death, but sometimes his lack of intelligence – or tact, for that matter - disturbed her.
It was then that the Hufflepuff seemed to finally notice the blood on her knuckles and the lovebite on her neck. Looking up at him she put up the most innocent expression she could manage. “I snogged Jessie Flanagan’s now ex-boyfriend and punched Becca Emerson in the face.” The way she said it made it sound like she was merely reciting the weather. Of course, saying that she had hit Becca would probably send Glade over the moon, but he changed the subject before she had to.
Keeping her mouth shut and standing off to the side, she watched as Ea first retrieved the drunken Moxy from someones goblet – Asio…never heard that one before. Maybe he’s just pronouncing Accio wrong.” – and Glade starting to pick a fight. Knowing Glade’s terrible temper and simply guessing at how bad Ea’s was, she immediately pushed off the wall. “If you two plan on fighting, I don’t plan on being around any longer.” she said coolly, looking first at Ea and then over at Glade. Of course, it was probably strange to be hearing that from someone who had just given someone a bloody nose, but it was lost on Anna. Shooting a look over at Glade that clearly showed that she didn’t approve but would do nothing to stop them; she swept away, heading back onto the dance floor and maneuvering through the crowd of people.
She had been about to head up the stairs when a rather peculiar sight caught her eyes. Seamus and his date were dancing, but the older boy looked down right miserable and the girl seemed intent on knocking him right over. Although perfectly content with watching this for quite some time, she did take some pity on him. Flicking her bangs out of her eyes, she headed over, trying to come up with something to get her fellow Ravenclaw away from Seamus and arriving there with nothing. “Uh, you.” She had to point at the girl, mainly because she couldn’t remember the name, though it was doubtful she had ever bothered to learn it in the first place. She usually tried to ignore people she couldn’t stand. “You know your friend? The blonde one who says wow a lot?” Another name she couldn’t remember. Maybe it was time to learn. “Anyway, I think she got completely smashed, tripped over her own feet and knocked herself out on one of the tables. She has a pulse, so she’s not dead –” she paused, searching the girls face in the hope that she was believing a thing Anna said. “but it would probably be best if you took her back to the dorms and make sure she doesn’t end up really hurting herself…” she trailed off, deciding not the mention the various ways the girl could potentially hurt herself, should the event have actually had happened.
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Johnathon nodded once as Morgan told him he was free to go, looking at Sam as though he were something large and slimy. He had honestly thought that Morgan had more respect for herself, but it didn’t seem to be true. Shaking it off, he darted away from the two, not wanting to hear any conversation Sam was interested in starting. Heading towards the stairs, he told a few more people about the game upstairs before bouncing up the stairs, two at a time. He had nearly ran right into the three girls standing outside the doorway to the room the game was taking place in before he noticed they were even there. The boy blinked rapidly a few times before speaking to Angelica, none too kindly. “I’m not sure you’ll be interested in this, Angelica. You don’t exactly have much to take off.” Shortly after this, he shot a beaming smile at both Moira and Devi before bouncing off to an open space, sitting down, and beginning to happily chatter away.
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