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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 4:38 pm
 Trèvor was excited about being at Hogwarts though he wasn't really looking forward to all of his classes. He hated sitting around and taking notes and reading books. But apparently that was what was expected of them during the first year. At least he had most of his classes with his cousin, despite them being in rival Houses.
At least this current class was one he was interested in. Potions was more hands on, especially when they got to practice making them. Plus it was just fascinating to Trèvor. You took odd ingredients, put them together and wa la! A potion that did something amazing like..cured boils or turned someone's hair purple.
Trèvor had followed a group of other first year slytherins to the class and took a look around the room. Apparently the slytherins sat on one side and the gryffindors sat on the other. Well..he'd more than likely have to find an empty seat on his side. It took him a few moments before he found an empty seat near the middle back of the room next to a rather large and strange looking boy.
He had a sort of mohawk on his head, but with these long pieces hanging down on either side in the front. How odd, Trèvor couldn't help but think. Then again, he was rather strange having a bright blue afro when he wasn't even african. He tugged at his hair as he took a seat next to him and then looked over and saw that his cousin was sitting at the table next to theirs.
"Psst, Jacques!" He tried to whisper around the kid sitting next to him. Jacques was too far away to hear him. Hmm...what to do?
A note! Trèvor grabbed a piece of parchment out of his bag along with his quill and ink. He quickly penned a short note on one corner then tore it off when no one was looking. then he folded it in half and poked the kid next to him.
"Hey pass this to the pale gryffindor over there." He directed and placed the note in the other's hand.
His note wasn't really that long, all it said was "Yo Coz, let's hang out on break."
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:26 pm
Lucian actually showed up for class today, potions was a class he deemed half way worth attending. Though now that he was here he was bored as hell and the class hadn't even started yet. He sat there with a sour look on his face one hand drumming incessantly on the desk. Lucian only half glanced at the blue haired boy that sat beside him. And people said he had weird hair least it wasn't fluffy. That was a thought he wondered what amusement could come from trying to put things in that nest of hair. He wondered how long it would take to boy to find something lost in that afro.
Just then he felt a poke and it broke him from his musing. His yellow eyes turned to glare at the other boy. He seemed tried from the bags under his eyes and yet the personality that reflected was anything but. He took the note in his hand and smiled a little. "Love note for your boyfriend?" He whispered flicking the note open without a lick of concern how afro boy would feel he was a little disappointed in the like of content. Lucian practically shoved the pale Gryffindor before handing him the note. Perhaps he could of yet find some way to have fun pestering these two some how.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:32 pm
 Jacques walked into the classroom and sat at his table with his fellow Gryffindors, he looked around at the classroom it seemed that to an exten the houses sorted themselves into tables for their particular house. He lightly drummed his fingers on his text book. It almost seemed like it was norm at hogwarts. But of course he hadn't noticed his cousin walk into the classroom and sit down at his table with his fellow Slytherins. He frowned as he was shoved before he took a note from the boy that shoved him a few seconds ago.
He flipped open the note and read it over before glancing at his cousin across the table and nodded his head lightly. He shoved the note into his pocket and continued to wait for the class to start. Their professor definitely seemed late for a potions teacher. He lightly continued to drum his fingers on the table. He sighed lightly and blew out a breath, he was starting to get impatient.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:58 pm
Trèvor ignored the other slytherin's glare and shook his head. He wasn't about to explain anything to this strange kid if he could help it. Plus it really wasn't his business.
He was rather annoyed when the other kid flicked open the note and glanced at it before he passed it on. Trèvor sighed and reached up to twist his earring stud around. He couldn't help but notice that the other slytherin shoved Jacques before he handed the note over.
Trèvor's eyes narrowed and his nose flared. If this guy kept it up, Trèvor was going to beat the crud out of him. Despite his size, Trèvor could hold his own in a fight. He knew all about using other kids strength's against them and how to take a punch to the face if necessary. Of course this was stuff his parents' had no clue about.
Trèvor saw Jacques nod his head at him and smiled back at him and then stick two thumbs up. He tried to settle down in his seat and turned back to his paper and his supplies. He had everything he would need, though he sure hoped that he wouldn't have to depend on this jerk for help. He supposed it would be smart to introduce himself, after all they'd be seat mates for the duration of this class.
"Hello, I'm Trèvor Studwick, what's your name?" He asked holding out a hand to the other slytherin.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:17 pm
Lucian watched the Gryffindor react to the note. He couldn't help it he was an observer. This boy seemed a little more timid then the other which amused him, but he wasn't sure just yet.
A weird smile came to Lucian as he turned to focus on afro boy now. Lucian had gotten on his nerves already which boded well for his amusement purposes. The key to annoying Afro boy was not in pestering him, but the Gryffindor.
"Lucian Avery." Lucian said not accepting Trevor's hand simply staring at it as though he thought it was a highly odd gesture.
Lucian then turned to the pale black haired boy beside him. "I rather know the name of your Gryffindor friend really. Slytherin's don't make such a habit of having them as friends so what's so interesting about this one?" Lucian asked poking Jacques's shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:54 pm
Jacques frowned again as his shoulder was poked by the same student who had shoved him mintues before. What was up with this kid, shoving him then poking him, he scowled and turned to the student "quit it" he put in, what did he ever do to this kid "my name is Jacques, thank you very much" he put in before he glanced at his cousin, and he pulled out the paper with Trevor's note before writing a reply down before folding it again and handing it to the kid bugging him to pass it to his cousin.
He was trying to keep his temper down from this random kid tormenting him, he just met the kid and he was already being pestered.He glanced around the classroom as the other students began to talk amongst themselves he to was starting to get bored of waiting.He was starting to wonder if it was worth coming to class at all. Usually the students didn't wait so long for their professors to come. The note read "Que voulez-vous faire pendant les vacances?"
The note reads What do you want to do during break?
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:38 pm
Trèvor was rather annoyed when the other slytherin ignored his hand but was rather relieved. One never knew where another's hands had been after all. "Pleasure." he replied in a tone that indicated it was anything but a pleasure to have met the other slytherin.
Trèvor grabbed the returned note out of Lucian's hand before he could open it and look it over. He nearly laughed when he saw that his cousin had written it in french. That would deal with the nosy snoop, he thought fiendishly.
He highly doubted the thick headed lunk had it in him to know how to read french or even understand it when it was spoken. If he recalled correctly this kid was actually german. He was going to have to learn some german so he could mess with him without the other kids knowing.
Trèvor turned over the piece of paper and scrawled back a reply: Que diriez-vous nous battre ce cul?
How about we beat this a** up?
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:57 pm
Lucian smirked when the note was snatched from his hand before he could read it. Well that wasn't fair was it? Using him as a note passer and not even letting him read it.
Well that just settled it he was indeed going to mess with these two till one of them snapped. After all either the teacher wasn't showing up of a trip to detention wouldn't be so bad, he had managed to avoid it so far. It would be fun to drag one of these kids with him to. Likely afro boy though he knew he would get an earful from his friend Attor since that boy cared about the house not loosing points.
Soon as Afro boy was done writing he snatched the note and didn't bother flipping it open to look. There was no need for him to know their dribble anyways. He promptly balled it up an aimed it strait for Niel's neck. A Slytherin boy sitting in the font row. Niel was as bad tempered as Lucian yet more vicious in some ways. Niel would attack when people where alone. As the ball of paper his Niel he spun around his teeth gritted. The boy had a nose piercing and an eye patch and did not look like someone you should mess with.
"Sorry Niel I tried to stop him." Lucian said pointing to Jacques. Neil would be far more willing to listen to Lucian then Jacques or Trevor. Niel dragged his finger cross his throat and then pointed at Jacques before turning back round. Lucian laughed cruelly as he delighted in the fact that Niel was going to pay Jacques back for something he hadn't done. "Well that was fun." Lucian said beaming between the two boys.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:08 pm
Jacques blinked and bit his bottom lip slightly, he didn't throw it at the Slytherin up front, he buried his head in his hands, now he was not liking potions anymore. Now he was being punished for something he didn't do. He glanced pass the boy between him and his cousin with a helpless look before staring down at his books and notebook. Now he was paranoid and frightened to be all alone, now that a Slytherin boy was after him. This was not a good way to start, what would his parents say. He frowned and picked up his pencil starting to doodle in a empty space in his notebook.
He blew out a breath and clutched his pencil as his doodled, he was not looking forward to class being over, even though it hadn't started he was now totally paranoid and frightened to even leave. He continued to randomly doodle trying to keep his nerves down. This was not what he was expecting from a note. Now he was silently wishing that class would never start, he was masked with fear. He never really liked Slytherin kids except for Trevor but now he was terrified of them, with the exempt Trevor as they were related in some way. His eyes clouded over with hidden fear.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 1:05 pm
Trèvor was stunned for a moment when the other boy ripped the note out of his hand and balled it up and then flung it at the back of another boy's head. His eyes narrowed and he glowered at his annoying seat mate. Oh..he was definitely going to get him back for that.
He couldn't help but gulp when the other boy stood up and stalked over to Jacques. "You're a real git you know." He told the smirking mohawk boy. He stood up and moved over so he was standing next to his cousin when the other scary boy got there.
"You'll have to go through me before you touch him." Trèvor said boldly. crossing his arms over his chest and attempted to stare down the other boy.
He knew Jacques was probably shaking in his seat now and knew the only way he could protect his cousin would be to make the other boy mess with him first. He might not look like much, but from all his daredevil schemes and mishaps he could take pain relatively well. So if he got punched in the face he wouldn't be screaming or crying about it.
He reached out and put a protective hand on Jacques' shoulder. "You going to do something or just stand there all day?"
"Have a seat boy, class is about to begin." An authorative voice boomed from above Trèvor's right shoulder. Trèvor slightly relaxed and went over to take his seat. He was grateful to have been saved by the late arrival of the professor though he still wasn't happy about what his seat mate had started. he was going to have to do something about that.
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