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 Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 5:59 pm
"How does that rug taste?" Moira laughed as Peter plopped to the floor. She shuddered as she wondered when the last time the carpets were replaced in here. While their common room was in good repair, she couldn't help but wonder how old some of the furniture was.
She stole another glance at Nico, who had been quiet for a time. She felt a tug of concern again, his reassurances hadn't been all that convincing.
Feeling a bit silly for still standing, she knelt beside his chair, tucking her feet below her bottom.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:14 pm
With a smile, he looked at Moira, she looked so small compared to Nico. Though Peter was almost positive that Moira wasn't Nico's type. She wasn't Peters type either, even if she was a redhead.
"Thanks for caring." He rubbed his chin, red from the friction against the floor.
I wonder why beck's being so quiet. I wish I could just jump her bones, but I know that would be rude.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:34 pm
Moira stuck her tongue out in Peter's direction. "Well you're welcome." She noticed his chin, sporting the pattern from the carpet. Classy.
Although if anyone was going to face plant next, it would be her. She was rather clumsy, had been since childhood. Moira pushed her hair back from her face, listening to the quiet of the common room. She began to feel the fingers of sleep creeping over the backs of her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:47 pm
Nicodeamus laughed aloud, his loud boom echoing in the common room. "Yeah right, mate. The only god on my side's the one for Poetry and Winter, and he's blind!" he responded. Instantly, he looked at Moira sitting on the floor, and frowned. The gentleman in him wouldn't let a girl sit on the ground.
"Moira, sit on one of the seats. You shoudn't be sitting on the ground," he said gently, "And good god, Peter, you've got an imprint. Hopefully that's not permanent." He commented not about the scar on Peter's forehead, instead concerning himself on making sure that his beard was tightly braided. The only one who could braid like that was Lillian, and he wanted to make sure that she was alright. He tugged on it lightly, and smiled as it was found to be perfect.
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Psychotic Daizy Dukes Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:54 pm
Moira pursed her lips. Partly, she liked being able to sit wherever she pleased, and partly appreciated Nico's chivalry. There wasn't nearly enough of that in the world. Making her decision, she dropped from her kneeling position into a full sit. She turned her face up to Nico and gave him a brilliant, if not a bit mischevious grin. She was comfortable where she was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 8:39 pm
Peter frowned, not a sad frown, but a frown that still had a glimmer of sarcasm.
He rubbed his chin, and the pattern was gone, though it felt as if he had just repeatedly bashed his head on the wall.. When Nicodeamus commented on the scar on his forehead, Peter couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh this, nah. That scar was from my shear disregard for door frames. Looks like this summer I'm finally taller than the front door at my house, since last year I never had a problem with it."
Peter looked down at Moira, a smile as he ran his hair back into the messy mop in front of his eyes. peter never liked people staring at him, he always got comments on his eyes, and personally, he hated his eyes. Yah, they were deep blue and gorgeous, with teal rims around the edges, but every time he looked at himself, he saw his mother. His beautiful brown haired, blue-eyed mother, glasses and all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:00 am
Moira lifted a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn threatening to burst forth. She was tired, but at the same time, she felt restless. It was just being back, and starting her last year. It exhilarated her, and depressed her all at once. But for now, she was content. The room was warmed by the fire, and the atmosphere was much more comfortable than it had been. She was with her housemates, and she was going to just live in the now. Moira rubbed her eyes, and caught the end of Peter's comment about sheer disregard for door frames. Well, at least I'll never have that problem.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 5:03 pm
(( *sighs* I always get left behind in the conversations and then people are wondering why Beck's so quiet. xDD And omg, 'jump her bones.' lmao))
At a loss of not only what to say but what to do, Beck sprawled sideways across the nearest armchair and closed her eyes as she leant her head back, just listening. She really didn't feel like participating in the conversation. Her good mood had flipped upside down rather quickly and it bothered her that she couldn't quite put her finger on the reason. Normally, Beck was the one cracking jokes and goofing off to lessen the tension in a room and cheer everyone back up. It was a talent she'd always possessed. Tonight, however, she seemed to be a little off. There was just something about... Stopping that thought in its tracks before it went somewhere Beck wasn't ready for it to go, she turned half an ear to the conversation. Something about wizard's chess and Valhalla and door frames and...
Unbeknownst to her, Beck had dropped off into a light slumber, still slightly awake. The conversation turned into a dream as she dozed, featured a Viking dressed in heavy furs composing poetry to a Wizard's chess piece while trying to fit through a doorway.
((Sleeping+lack of creativity=good excuse for being quiet.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 5:17 pm
When Peter saw Beckett drift off into a slumber, he couldn't help but smile. The normally laughing, hardcore, temperamental girl looked so peaceful in her sleep, her long frame spread out on the armchair. Taking out his wand, Peter muttered a spell, 'Accio Blanket' and a dark red blanket came flying out of the boys dorm and into his hands. He laid the blanket softly on Beckett, making the blanket cover her completely, all but her shoulders of course, since the blanket wasn't that long. The image reminded him of a similar scene with his sister. Though, this time, he placed a blanket on a girl not because he was related, but because he really cared about Beckett.
Peter refused to sit down, and continued to pace behind the long couch. This time his thoughts were taken over by something other than pity. Beck's gorgeous. Who knew that such a tomboy would never look relaxed unless she slept.
Maybe I cou- No. No. that would be inappropriate. I haven't even kissed her, let alone ask her out. Maybe I could ask her to dinner at hogsmeade. Maybe even a double with Damian. Wait, no, that would make it even more awkward if Damian wanted to kiss Anna. Or vise versa. Peter had a calm smile on his face as he paced back and forth, running a strand of thread (from his sweater) through his fingers.
{[{ I thought it would be funny too. <3]}]}
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:28 pm
With a small sigh, Beck shifted, grabbing the soft blanket...wait, blanket? Opening one bleary eye then the other, the redhead blinked owlishly as she stared at the red blanket draped across her. She sat staring for a moment as her sleepy brain caught up with her surroundings. 'Em...when did I fall asleep? And where did this come from?' For a moment, she left the questions unanswered, letting her eyes drop closed again, reveling in the cozy warmth the blanket provided. She couldn't help another contented sigh as she opened grey-blue eyes again, turning her head slightly to look behind her. Quickly, her brain went through all the possibilities surrounding the blanket's appearane. 'I know it isn't Moira's because I live with her and would likely have recognized it. It could be Nico's, but as tall as he is, he'd need a much larger blanket. So that leaves...' Her eyes fell on Peter, still pacing, and a sleepy half smile crossed her face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:43 pm
Peter continued to pace, his eyes were now closed as he let his fingers get tied around the thread from his sweater. With one quick motion he tore the thread clean off the sweater, not afraid of the sweater unraveling. He noticed Beck stirring, but he didn't want to do anything about it.
Maybe I should wake her, and help her upstairs to the girls dorm. No, I cannot go in there. I'll just let her sleep.
Taking a deep breath, he stopped pacing, standing in one place as he stared at his hands. They were rather large, and calloused from the many years of gripping a broom. He wanted to just go back in time, and stay there. Stay where he didn't have to deal with any magical problems, or anyone that he may hurt. However, if he had gone back in time, then he probably wouldn't know a lot of his closest friends.
After just a moment of standing still, he continued his pacing. That was something his sister was always lecturing him about. He could almost hear her say 'Stop pacing, you'll wear the floor out' with a laugh. Peter got worried so easily, when his sister got sick last summer he had reacted like she had just been hit by a car. For a week he almost never left her side, even after she reassured him that it was only a cold.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:55 pm
'I really don't want to get up, but I don't want to sleep down here, either,' Beckett thought as she stretched, reaching her long arms above her head. Sitting up slowly to avoid a head rush, she gently combed her fingers through her hair, pulling out the tangles in her waist-length mane. Thought she loved her hair and wouldn't cut it for anything, it's fine texture combined with its length really was a pain when it came to tangles. Thank Merlin very few people saw her in the mornings.
With a yawn, the seventh year stood, stretching out the tired muscles in her back before picking up the blanket and folding it. Moving to lean against the back of the couch, Beck waited until Peter stopped pacing before speaking. "I'm assuming this is yours?" she murmured, holding out the folded red fabric. Part of her didn't want to give it back, though she honestly couldn't imagine why. It was a blanket, for Merlin's sake! She even had one of her very own up in the dorm. Unconciously, she fingered the edge of the blanket, her fingertips running over the soft cloth.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:05 pm
Right as Beckett spoke, he was torn from his thoughts, and his gaze darted to Beck. She was smiling, and part of him noticed how her hands were caressing the fabric. He dismissed the observation.
"Yes, as a matter of fact it was." With a small smile, and a caring tone, he continued with what he was saying. "You look tired." He walked over to her, and turned her to face the stairway up to the common rooms. Putting his hand politely on her back, he gave her a small push in that general direction.
"Get to bed Beck, before you fall asleep standing up. You can keep the blanket for the night. I'll be fine without it." Peter gave her a wink and a smile, letting his deep blue eyes sparkle against the fireplace.
His eyes darted over to Nico, who was just sitting there peacefully. Peter always thought his beard was funny, and that Nico would look a lot better without one, but part of Peter envied him. For two years Peter tried to grow a beard, just for the sake of growing a beard. It didn't work. All he got was a bit of fuzz on the end of his chin. So instead, he just settled with a clean face, it made him look more like a gentleman anyways.
Jerking back to reality he had just realized that he had actually touched Beckett on the back. To bad for him that the little touch was all he as going to get. For now that is.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:20 pm
"Aw, do I have to?" Beck whined, jokingly sticking her lower lip out in a ridiculous pout. "Five more minutes," she pleaded, hugging the blanket to her chest. A large grin threatened to break across her face, shattering her whiny child impersonation. Acting was one thing Beckett had never been good at. She could never keep a straight face long enough because she always managed to find something that amused her. Grabbing the corners of the blanket, Beck flipped it out with an exaggerated flourish and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling it tight. She told herself it was all part of the 'act,' but if she were honest with herself, she really just wanted to feel the warmth and softness of the fabric on her skin. Dipping her chin down as she struggled to hold her pout, Beck turned bright eyes to Peter, pulling the blanket up around her chin as she did so.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:28 pm
Peter offered her a small smile, he had caved. Peter felt like he could just rush his lips up and down her neck, kissing her until she couldn't kiss him any more.
Though, the fact that Nico, Anna, Damian, and Moira were there preventing him from entertaining the thought anymore.
"Of course. Though, if you fall asleep again, I may do naughty things to you in your sleep." With an evil grin, peter tapped her on the nose in a sweet, caring way.
He let his hair fall in front of his eyes as he looked at the red head, her orange hair looking amazingly good against the dark red of the blanket. Evelyn had wrapped that blanket around him when he had fallen asleep on the couch back home, that was his favorite blanket. It held so many memories, and now he was hoping that it would create many god memories as well.
"Beck, if you keep your lip like that, it will stay there." With his dashing grin, he ran his fingers through his hair again, almost not realizing that he did it. He always liked the feeling of hair in his eyes, it tickled his forehead and gave him something to think about when he was depressed.
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