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Post by holiday on Dec 11, 2011 4:12:02 GMT 1
Holly sighed as she sat at her desk working on some homework for Potions. She was required to read a chapter and write a response on what she had read. She had a piece of parchment next to her and her quill in hand. Off to the side was her ink bottle and she dipped the tip of her quill in it preparing to write. She wrote a couple of sentences hearing the scratching of the quill on the parchment. She sighed throwing her quill on her book and standing up.
She couldn't think anymore not when He was on her mind. She smiled and decided to change out of her gray shorts and blue tank top. She took a shower and put on a black skirt that reached the middle of her thighs, a strapless white shirt that hugged her curves. She slid on a pair of black knee high boots and she grinned. She brushed out her hair and dried it and let it fall in soft curls to just below her shoulders. She found a yellow flower and put the stem of it behind her ear and let it peek out from behind her red hair.
She walked up to the seventh floor and found the room of requirement. She saw a bed, a couch and double french doors that led to flowers. She opened the doors and smiled standing there looking at them. It was so serene and peaceful looking at the flowers like this. She heard the door open and she turned, her curls gently tossing and she blushed seeing who it was.
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Post by jayy on Dec 12, 2011 5:46:00 GMT 1
 
Bored. That was the only way to describe the Slytherin male at that moment while he sat aimlessly upon the emerald couch in the common room. It didn't happen often, being bored that is, but when it struck it came on full force. Blue eyes darted back and forth between various objects in the room, all the while his fingers twirling the 10 inch aspen and dragon heartstring wand that he had come to know and love since the age of eleven. Bored. A simple entity that could strike even the most talented of wizards. Marcus pulled his head back so his eyes met the ceiling. He needed something to do, but what that was he had no idea.
Without a thought, the pureblooded male rose up from the couch, pulled on a flannel shirt and made his way out the portrait hole and into the dungeons. If he was going to be bored, at least he would do it walking instead of sitting on that damn couch. His shoes made slight scratching noises and they hit the cobbled stone floor in the dark and damp underbelly of the castle. Where his feet were taking him, he wasn't sure, but still he gave in and let them carry on their mission. Up one floor, across the hall, up another set of stairs, his feet carried him through the lower part of the old castle before taking him through another portrait and ascending a long flight of stairs. The shortcut led to the seventh floor, a place that held the room of requirement, a favorite place of his. So many things had been held in that room from parties to love sessions and even plotting the downfall of his best friend's relationship to that Weasley twit.
His feet carried on, making him pass three times in front of that black space of stone wall before the door began to appear. A moment later the door was opened and the smell of fresh flowers and other scented things feel into his nose. His stomach churned a bit, but still he pressed on noticing a familiar girl standing in the middle of the room. Holly Williams, a fifth year Ravenclaw that he had met just a few short days ago. She was the shy and quiet type, like most of the bloody lot from that house were, but being around him seemed to bring out the wilder side of her (which he noticed as his blue eyes gazed up and down her frame and clothing choice). "Well hello there darling." He spoke, his words smooth as silk that only a gentleman would know how to carry.
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Post by holiday on Dec 12, 2011 6:09:01 GMT 1
Holly bit her lower lip walking over to Marcus her ckeeks still tomato red in color. She twisted her fingers together as she stood in front of him. "So what brings you here Marcus?" She blushed and looked up at him mak0ing polite conversation. She smiled and hooked her hands together behind her lower back and she flipped her hair over her shoulder trying to seem alluring to him. She kind of wished there was some firewhiskey around and when she thought of it, it suddenly appeared next to them.
She picked up a bottle and popped the cap off and took a sip of it sighing contentedly as the liquid slid down her throat giving it a burning feeling at first. She picked up another bottle and popped the cap off and offered it to Marcus. "Firewhiskey?" She wrapped her entire hand around the neck of the bottle and started drinking that way. She knew she'd start to get tipsy soon and by then all hope was lost for her sanity and her soberness.
She hiccupped and drank some more out of her bottle. She set the bottle down on the ground and standing back up, she giggled a little bit and spoke to Marcus. "You know what you are? A complete pansy for not getting in the pants of the most virginal, purest, and innocent shy Ravenclaw." She smirked and knew she was wasted, but honestly she didn't give a damn. She drank out of her bottle more and smirked more at Marcus.
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