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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:28 pm
  ____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ The wind outside had been picking up over the past half hour. Morgan had been snug inside her family's Quidditch shop, away from the whipping breeze. The shop was packed with students enjoying their weekend away from the castle and the red head was not lacking in chores to do. At some point Moira had come in and made friendly chit chat with Morgan and Mrs. Dalca. The unseasonably cold air rushed in when the Gryffindor had entered. As a result, Mrs. Dalca had a sudden hankering for a nice bowl of warm soup. And maybe some tea along with it. Having fished a handful of coins from behind the counter, the woman pushed them into Morgan's hand and sent her on her way to the Three Broomsticks; but not before telling Moira to go along and enjoy a nice lunch with Morgan.
It was a short walk from the Quidditch shop to the pub. The pub was as warm as the shop had been, thanks to the many bodies inhabiting it. Morgan brushed her hair through with her fingers as she side stepped away from the door to allow Moira room. The many tables were scattered with familiar faces and the bar was almost full. The intoxicating smells of the kitchen filled the room and Morgan found herself hungrier than she had thought. As she looked for an empty table, her eyes found Sam. And he seemed in a deep, and hushed, conversation with Adriane. The red head raised an eyebrow. Morgan was the jealous type. Very much so. She eyed the pair for a moment longer before pointing out a table a few feet from Sam's to Moira.
"Here is good enough." she said to Moira over her shoulder as she walked to the table. When she passed Sam, she watched him out of the corner of her eye. She sat down at her own table facing the door so that her side was facing the other two Slytherins. Morgan didn't trust Adriane. And she wasn't so sure she trusted Sam all that well. Busying herself with the menu, she arranged her face into a look of non concern and waited for Moira to take her seat. Mrs. Dalca had given them enough coin for a nice meal and enough time to enjoy it.
((Crap. I've been meaning to post in here forever.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:42 pm
Moira had spent more time in the Dalca's shop than she had meant to, and was famished by the time Morgan's mother sent them away for sustenance. Mrs. Dalca had always been kind to her, and despite Morgan being Slytherin, she liked the girl well enough.
When they arrived at the Three Broomsticks, both girls looked a bit worse for wear. The wind was howling fiercely, and had spent a lot of the walk rearranging their hair and attire. At least it's warm in here.Moira ran a hand through her curls self-consciously, aware of the other patrons. She noticed a few people from Hogwarts, as well as some people from her father's shop. While she was noticing them, she noticed Morgan noticing someone as well. She recognized him, but didn't know him all that well, and kept her comments to herself, however hard it was.
Morgan chose a table near by, and took a seat. Moira smoothed her gray skirt before sitting across the table, with her back to the other Slytherins. Just because she liked Morgan, didn't mean she liked all the students of the House. "You'll have to thank your mother again for the lunch, I hadn't meant to stay so long. My da's always harping me to see what your parents have new."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:57 pm
 Smart Ass Flirt  At Your Service  (( finally posting... sorry for the delay >.< ))
Sam grinned at the girl in front of him. He reached up and touched her cheek. "You never know... One day you may scream my name..." He told her. No matter her meaning, he had twisted it to make it his own. Sure he could have been meaning as in screaming his name in victory, but the way the words came from his lips sounded so much more sexual. Especially when you added the look in his eyes. Sam whether he tried to or not, was a boy that made the air crawl with those dirty thoughts that gave so much pleasure.
Sam felt someone move past him. It was like their presence brushed him. It was an odd sensation. He looked up to see Morgan. His eyes widened a bit as he turned away. He stared at the table, leaving the girl beside him to think for herself. Now came the hard part. To tell the lover or not to tell the lover. As he ran over the pros and cons quickly within his own mind, he decided to leave Morgan in the dark. It was just easier that way. He looked to her as she sat down with a Gryffidnor girl. Sam wondered if he had met her before. He was sure he had, too bad he didn't remember. He was slowly realizing he was horrible with names. That was going to be a pain in the a**.
Sam looked back to the Slytherin girl beside him. "Are you really willing to be the first follower of the new Dark Lord?" He asked her directly now. No more playing games.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:26 pm
 Ȃdriane ♠Ƚonertz ☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed two new people walk in past them, sitting at a table not so far away. She turned her attention away from the Slytherin boy, to focus on the two redheads. Morgan was easy enough to remember, though the Gryffindor girl she was with caused Adriane to have to rack her brain for the name. The Gryffindor, from what she could recall, played Quidditch as a chaser. Leaving the name to another time, Adriane turned back towards the boy in front of her. When she noticed how the boy's eyes had widened slightly, and he began to stare at the table, a small smirk appeared on her features. Either Morgan had him whipped already, or Sam was debating whether to tell the girl or not. Either was, it would be fun to try to stir up some trouble between the two. Especially since the boy was starting to believe that he had control over her.
She wasn't about to become anyone's b***h, thanks.
"Ah, Morgan. I was actually beginning to think I'd have to come find you," The smirk had been wiped off her face, and had been replaced in what she had hoped to be a polite smile. She knew Morgan was no doubt smart enough to see through her, just as Sam had. Anyone who had seen her and her countless fits in the common room would be able to. "But I can't seem to recall when the Slytherin quidditch match against Ravenclaw is. Would you happen to know?" She was sure she did, seeing as the girl did play beater right along with her.
She was about to say something else, when Sam spoke to her again. Her attention turned back to him, she scoffed. "You're getting far too ahead of yourself. That gets people killed and killed quickly." It wasn't necessarily an answer to his question, but more of a warning. Things like that happened often from what she had seen, and though the consequences may not be so heavy as death, they still failed.
And failing wasn't something Adriane enjoyed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:20 pm
Smart Ass Flirt At Your Service Sam's grin grew as she pushed his hand away. She told him only if he could make her want it badly enough. "You will...." It was a dark promise, and he wasn't referring to just a sexual comment. She would want to be with him when his shining moment came. When he would bring down the Ministry of Magic. Still, he was cut off when she called out to Morgan. Oh the s**t was about to hit the fan. He could feel that now. Morgan was a jealous, vindictive b***h. It was one of the things he loved to play with in girls, but something told him Morgan was not one to be played with. Not unless you were willing to take the consequences. He met her eyes for a moment, not sure he was ready for said consequences.
Sam turned back to the Slytherin girl beside him. He frowned. Alright, she was ******** right. Didn't mean he had to like it. He leaned back in the chair just slightly. He twitched his wand and muttered a soft levitating spell so he wouldn't fall. He wondered where to start. For the first time in ever, Sam was surrounded by girls and not paying any attention to them. He wanted to continue down his plot, but doing so might draw more attention to himself. He was wanting to become the next Dark Lord, but he was still Sam. Just good old Sam. Damn flirtatious Sam. And Morgan was supposed to be the girl he had his sights set on. Even if she noticed the difference in him, she would never guess why. Best case, she'd brush him off. Worse case, she'd go after the Slytherin girl that he had been talking to.
Sam sat his chair and spun in it. He grinned at Morgan. That smile that warned he was up to something. Sam stood from the chair and went to sit on the table in between Morgan and the Gryffindor girl. He winked at Morgan and looked the Gryffindor girl over in a way too sexual gaze. He grinned at her as his eyes returned to hers. He glanced to the Slytherin girl once more. Though his grin never faded, the look in his eye told of a secret meeting later. Oh, he had such plans. He reached out to Morgan, unsure where to touch her that she wouldn't hit him. Instead, he held his hand out to her in an offer. "What brings you here, lovely?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:12 pm
____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ "It is no trouble." Morgan said in response to Moira. Their fathers often talked Quidditch; both being in the same sort of broom industry. "I am sure Father will be stopping by your family's shop some evening soon." While she was speaking, a middle aged waitress brought glasses and a pitcher of iced water to the table. The woman held up a hand to signal she'd be back in a few minutes to take their orders before walking away. It wasn't hard for Morgan to feel Sam's eyes on her; she was good a sensing things. There was no point in making eye contact with him or striking up a conversation. Clearly he was preoccupied with his companion.
Just then, Adriane spoke. "Speak of the devil..." Morgan turned her head ever so slightly, but stared at the girl out of the corner of her eye. The redhead didn't bother with returning the fake smile. "As was discussed last afternoon at practice, the match is four days from now. Perhaps you should consider taking a memory potion. It is clear that last bludger did some damage." She spoke coolly and evenly. Adriane surely knew when the match was. Most of the school knew. Morgan raised an eyebrow at Moira in a "can you believe this?" sort of way. No doubt Adriane would not be happy with her remark.
The sound of a chair scratching across the floor mad Morgan looking back towards the other Slytherins. She was met with a typical Sam grin. Not returning it wasn't enough to stop Sam from moving over to the girls table. His wink in her direction went ignored. Morgan was a bit preoccupied with the way Sam undressed Moira with his eyes. The boys libido knew no limitations. She glared down at his offered hand. At least he was wise enough not to touch her. Her glare continued, though now directed into the boys eyes. "The hope of a quiet lunch in good company. Shame you had to ruin it." Morgan was not one to be played with. Of course she wanted Sam in more ways that one. And of course he knew her secret. But that didn't mean he had control over her. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
((Waaaaah! Sorry this took 8 years to post. Dx One of my friends literally punched my internet card to death by accident so I haven't been able to get online. >_<))
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 6:51 pm
Moira nodded at Morgan. Her father had been to their shop before as well, being in broom business and all. When the waitress came 'round with the water, she gave her a smile and poured a glass. She could take her time, Moira hadn't decided what she wanted. Raising the glass to her lips, she sipped, not worried about Morgan's silence. It was something she liked about the girl, that they never had to fill quiet.
Suddenly Morgan spoke, although she wasn't addressing her. Moira hadn't even seen the Slytherin's head move. The girl she'd seen when they came in was on the Slytherin quidditch team, which explained how Moira recognized her face. She kept quiet as Morgan gave the girl her chilly response. Then she cocked a brow at Moira, seeming to say "get a load of this". Moira set her glass on the table, shrugging. "Kevin Douvlin took a bludger to the head during a practice when we were first years." She trailed off, shaking her head. It hadn't been pretty. Memory issues were the least of his problems.
Both girls heads' snapped towards the table of Slytherins at the sound of a chair dragging. The boy was making his way towards them. Moira had been about to speak when the boy gave her a look that said volumes. Her mouth snapped shut and all she could do was shoot a dark look. Let Morgan handle her House, she was more than capable.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:48 pm
Ȃdriane ♠Ƚonertz☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆ "Doubt it," she sang in a quick reply to Sam, once again trying to make a point that the boy had little to no control over her. If it bothered him, then great. If not, well...he did seem to have a smart a** remark to everything else. Mostly sexual comments, at that. That wouldn't get him far in life, save for various girls beds. Seemed like that was what he enjoyed, though. If he was planning what she very truly knew he was thinking though, he'd be dead within minutes of his 'plan'. Which was a pity and all, but not her problem, nor would it ever be. She would hang around for a bit, but never enough for anyone to be able to develop a tie between them.
It was better that way, since she quite enjoyed living.
Her thoughts were disrupted when Morgan finally replied to her, and though the answer annoyed her just slightly, it didn’t show. Her face was the same calm neutrality it usually was, her eyes blank. One of her better defenses, if they weren’t able to see through the doll-eyed stare. “It likely did. Pity it didn’t knock any sense into me, though.” Insults and jabs never affected her, as she was used to them. Better to accept them as they were, than trying to defend yourself against them. And easier, at that. Before she was able to say something else, however, the Gryffindor girl that had come in with Morgan spoke up. Adriane ignored most of what the girl had said, but she was able to glean that the girl played Quidditch, and was likely someone she should pay more attention too.
Eventually though, her attention turned back to the Slytherin boy she had been having a conversation with just moments before. It was quite hard to ignore him when he was looking at her as he was. When she was able to, she met his eyes and arched an eyebrow. She was able to read his eyes well enough, but the most she did was acknowledge the fact that there would be one.
No promises. Not yet, at least.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:58 pm
Smart Ass Flirt At Your Service (( alright! getting my a** in gear with Sam once more! too bad it's short... >.< ))
Sam laughed lightly as Morgan glared at his hand, he ignored the quidditch talk. He didn't care for the sport and it had nothing to do with him personally. Thus, he had no need of it. "Alright, alright... I get it... Back to no touching...." He pulled his hand away and ran it through his eternally messy hair. He wondered how long the no touching idea would last, but he didn't mention it out loud. He let the thought show through his eyes. "Ruin it?!" He mocked shock in front of her. "Never, my dear love..." He gave her a sweeping bow without getting off the table.
As Sam sat up again, he caught the Slytherin girl's gaze once more. She was still around. He grinned at that and turned his gaze at the Gryffindor girl. She didn't seem to happy. He didn't turn to Morgan, but he had an awful idea that would send her reeling in jealous waves. He leaned over to the Gryffindor girl and held his hand out to her. "Morgan is so cold hearted... It's just a touch...." He mumbled. He ran his fingers over the Gryffindor's face, brushing her hair back. "Maybe I should see out one more brave of heart...." His voice had dropped to a seductive level, and he only had eyes for this Gryffindor girl.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:12 pm
leonide3
Enough of that. Moira's hand shot up, catching Sam's. Holding it firmly, but not enough to hurt, she narrowed her eyes. "The brave of heart are the ones you should be worried about." Moira released his hand with a flick, casting it away from her face. She hated to be rude, but it had to be done. "As such, it would be in your best interest not to touch me. Especially not in front of Morgan. Crossing her would be a mistake." She looked down, frowing. She considered Morgan to be a friend, despite their differences, and she definitely didn't want to be in the middle of their..whatever was going on. Dash it all. She'd been hoping for a nice lunch. It was in fact a shame he'd ruined it.
(( AHHH short sorry!!))
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:35 pm
____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Adriane seemed to be doing a lovely job of keeping to herself. Shame that Sam couldn’t follow her lead. The boy earned the keep of Morgan’s glare as he insisted on lurking around the girls table. She ran her finger around the rim of her water glass before lifting it to her lips and taking a long drink. It took quite a bit of self control to keep herself from slamming the glass into the table as Sam put the moves on Moira. Setting the glass down as gently as could be managed, the red head turned her gaze onto her housemate, keeping her head perfectly still. “He must be a fool.” To flirt shamelessly in front of Morgan was a mistake in itself; but to do it to one of her friends was bordering on masochistic.
The Gryffindor exchanged strained words with the Slytherin boy, during which Morgan found herself squeezing the glass still in her hand. In a rather unfortunate display, water cascaded onto the table as the glass was promptly crushed to death in her fingers. “La naiba…” Morgan grabbed the nearest napkin and soaked up the water as best she could. Once again, she landed a glare on Sam. It seemed to be the popular thing to do of late. “My apologies, Moira,” she said pointedly. The mess could be cleaned up, but not Sam’s attitude.
((Augh I'm so sorry. I have no excuse. Dx Also sorry this post is crap.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:22 pm
Smart Ass Flirt At Your Service Sam laughed to himself as the girl tossed him away. He let his hand linger in the air with little regard. "The brave of heart will never cause me to worry... After all, you forget the cunning powers of the house of Slytherin...." Sam taunted. He glanced to the other Slytherin girl. That was right. Cunning. He would have to be more weary of her in his plans. She could mess them up.
Sam's gaze fell on Morgan. She'd crushed a glass in her fingers. Sam grabbed a napkin from the table and her hand even as she cleaned up the mess on the table. "Morgan... You're bleeding... Consider your health before a small spill of water..." He scolded her. He wiped her hand, it was amazing that the wounds had already begun to close. He wrapped the napkin around her hand to hide that fact. He kissed the back of her hand and let it go. Say what she wanted, he was smarter than he came across.
(( no worries, at least we're going again ^.^ ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 4:25 pm
Moira kept a steely gaze on the Slytherin as he warned her against the cunning of his house. She was hardly concerned. He was just the same as any other of the Slytherin boys, all hot air. She watched as he turned back to other girl and tried to read whatever it was that passed between them. Clearly she and Morgan had missed something. She had yet to decide whether or not that was a good thing.
"Oh Morgan! Your hand!" Glass littered the table around the two girls. Moira grabbed at napkins as Morgan did the same, trying to staunch the flood of water spreading across their table. She mopped around the glass, trying to keep herself from being cut. Not the time or place to be reckless..
"Is it bad?" she asked Sam, worry for her friend keeping her tone civil. Moira couldn't see where her friend had been cut, but she would imagine it would close up soon enough, if it was shallow. That was always something that made Moira envious of Morgan's condition. It was a good skill to have, in Quidditch especially. More than once Moira found herself on the receiving end of a Bludger.
"You've got nothing to be sorry about...could've happened to anyone."
Although I'm sure that's not true. I certainly couldn't squeeze a glass to death. Nor Sam. While trying to reassure Morgan, her guard had dropped and Moira slid her hand over a shard of glass, nicking the pad of her index finger. "Saint's preserve us. We seem to be making a worse mess of things." Moira shot a quick glance at Morgan, trying to see if the girl would be alright. She'd hate to end up being lunch as opposed to having it. Blood mixed with the water on the table, although it was hard to tell from whom. Luckily enough, the cut was not deep, and Moira wrapped her damp napkin around it. Merlin's beard, this lunch went to hell fast.
"Ah, I hope neither of you are too squeamish around blood." Moira smiled weakly. She wasn't sure if Sam knew about Morgan, didn't know much about the two of them together at all, but she hoped Morgan wouldn't do anything to put herself in danger. "Perhaps we should excuse ourselves?" Moira sent the Slytherin girl a pointed look.
((Yay! Nice to see everyone again!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:59 pm
Ȃdriane ♠Ƚonertz☆═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═☆ The fifth year didn't even try to hide her disgust as Sam carried on flirting with the Gryffindor girl she didn't know. There was no place was her in this conversation, and other student's love life's were of no concern to her. Things like that were trivial matters, and there was hardly any depth behind them. It was history and quirks and strange things that she was interested in, not about who was ******** who that week. Rolling her eyes, she shut off the groups voices, switching her gaze away from them and instead studying the chattering people around them. Although the other conversations in The Three Broomsticks were just as pointless, it was a hell of a lot more interesting then what was going on in front of her. Her eyes glazed over slightly, and she began to kick her legs back and forth again, only becoming interested in the conversation when she heard glass break.
Her gaze first switched over towards the boy, figuring he must have gotten angry about something, and ended up smashing a glass. When she realized that it was not Sam who had smashed the glass, her eyes flickered over to Morgan, automatically expelling the Gryffindor from any feats of strength. The sight of blood made her lip twitch, and subconsciously, she touched the scar that ran down her cheek. Blood. She was fine with her own, but never others. It brought up memories she would have rather kept hidden. Stuffing down her discomfort, she caught sight of the fact that the cuts on Morgan's hand were already hidden, despite the fact that Sam had tried to hide that fact with a napkin. With the scene from last night still playing through her head, plus the superman strength and fast healing, Adriane was already doubting that Morgan was entirely human. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she turned away from the three, pulling back the long, black sleeve of her dress to get a quick look at her watch.
"As...enthralling as this conversation is," she began, a faux look of sadness on her face. "I was supposed to be up on the seventh floor...ten minutes ago. Hopefully my friend is still up there waiting to meet me." Hopefully, Sam would be able to get the message, since she was under the belief that he wasn't as dumb as a rock. Tugging the sleeve of her dress back down on her wrist, she slid off the table unceremoniously. When she did so, the skirt of her already short dress was pushed up, to the point where much of the fabric was bunched up around her waist, and the hem was high enough to threaten to show off her underwear. Tugging it back down, she grabbed her wand off the table, slipped it back up her sleeve, and cast one last look at the group before turning towards the door and leaving The Three Broomsticks altogether.
[[Whooo. xD I had nothing to write. "Adriane sat there like a good little girl and said nothing at all. Then she said something lame, made herself look like a whore, and left."]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 7:24 pm
Smart Ass Flirt At Your Service Sam looked to the dark haired Slytherin girl again and watched her get off the table. His eyes lingered on her long legs as his head tilted to the side, hoping to catch a peek at what this one was wearing under her skirt. He was betting on a thong or less. It made a sly grin play across his features as she spoke, adjusting her skirt down once more. Sam didn't get the words at first. She didn't need to explain herself to leave, she wasn't really part of what was going on any way. And then he realized why she had done. They needed to met later. Seventh floor obviously. Perhaps ten minutes, really meant ten o'clock. Alright Sam would be there.
Sam pushed the girl from his mind. Now that her skirt was righted, he had no more reason to watch her walk away. Though the sway to her hips was a little more than tempting. He looked back to Morgan, he was still holding her hand tightly, though he was sure he was about to loose that privilege after staring at the dark haired girl. Still, they didn't get to find out with the stupid Gryffindor girl cutting her hand. Sam had heard her kinda curse about it.
Sam pulled Morgan to her feet and away from the blood and water. He let disgust show on his face. It wasn't hard considering how stupid he thought the girl was being. Sam moved away, pulling Morgan away as if he thought he had a hold on her. "I'm not so good with blood...." Sam finally decided to offer with the girl's words. "Morgan, I gotta get outta here... Don't leave me..." He whispered to her, backing away towards the door and using a bit more force than normal to turn Morgan in that direction as well.
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