Post by noah on Dec 3, 2011 19:21:29 GMT 1
BLAHBLAH BLAHBLAH BLAHBLAH,
come bathe in my wine for a while !
sixteen; noah; hufflepuff; cold
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come bathe in my wine for a while !
sixteen; noah; hufflepuff; cold
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DEIRDRE DANIELS: [click] Oh, oh, hi Noah! I was just about to pack up.
NOAH BANNON: What, you doubted that I could come?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Uh, no, of course not. Well, yes, I did get a little worried.
NOAH BANNON: You know I’d do anything for you, Baby Dee. Sorry I’m late, I should have sent someone to tell you.
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Er, uhm, yeah. No, you didn’t. Have to, I mean.
NOAH BANNON: [chair sliding against marble] So why am I here again?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: My, er, colleagues asked me to interview you for the school newspaper, as you’re incoming quidditch captain and all. You said that was okay when I asked you about it last week.
NOAH BANNON: Oh, oh yeah, I did. So, wanna get started?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Are you going to keep sitting like that?
NOAH BANNON: Yeah, why? Does it make you feel uncomfortable?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: No, of course not, that would be ridiculous. [throat clearing] So, Mr. Bannon, where were you born?
NOAH BANNON: Mr. Bannon? I like the sound of that.
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Answer the damn question.
NOAH BANNON: Jeezus, I was just trying to have some fun! Calm your tits. I was born in Virgina Water, Surrey on August third, 2008 at around four o’clock in the afternoon. It’s pretty posh little village, Virgina Water, on a lake and very beautiful. We lived out there because my dad is kinda a big deal on the Muggle scene, he’s in movies. You know, like long, moving pictures.
DEIDRE DANIELS: And your mom?
NOAH BANNON: I was just getting to her. She doesn’t live with us, my dad, my stepmom and I. She lives in a flat in London with her artsy, bohemian lover. I see her maybe once a year, but I’m here at Hogwarts anyway. She doesn’t know I’m here.
DEIDRE DANIELS: That’s so sad.
NOAH BANNON: Not really. She’s the one who chose not to be in my life. Anyway, what does this have to do with my Quidditch captaincy?
DEIDRE DANIELS: [crinkling of paper] Uh, so, how were your years before Hogwarts?
NOAH BANNON: I was a wealthy Muggleborn kid. What do you think I did?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: I have no idea, what?
NOAH BANNON: Hired prostitutes.
DEIRDRE DANIELS: … no.
NOAH BANNON: Yeah, but seriously, my stepmother is as good as one. She’s a witch, but the only magic I’ve ever seen her do are anti-aging spells. She’s the one who told me when I was eleven, and handed me my acceptance letter to boot. My dad was pretty pissed, he had spent a bunch of money and time getting me into the best prep schools in the UK. She eventually persuaded him to let me go though. With her body. When I first came to Hogwarts, I was deliberately trying not to be amazed. I loved being in a place of privilege in the Muggle world, and it was hard to give that up. It didn’t help, either, that I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I thought that I would be valiant enough to be in Gryffindor, or cunning enough to be in Slytherin. It wasn’t meant to be though, and now I love my house.
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Your house spirit really comes out when you play Quidditch!
NOAH BANNON: My God, that was so corny. Did you like, write that down as a legitimate part of this conversation?
DEIDRE DANIELS: Yeah, I might have prepared that...
NOAH BANNON: So you thought of that, and decided to keep it, thinking that it would contribute postively to your interview, which, by the way, is weird and bordering upon creepy? Is this even actually for the newspaper?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Of course it is! It’s just that, well, my friends told me that if I spent more time with you, our relationship wouldn’t be awkward anymore.
NOAH BANNON: What relationship? We don’t have a relationship, we hooked up once. And I was drunk. We’re not even friends.
DEIRDRE DANIELS: I thought that maybe, you know, if you got to know me better, [indistinguishable]
NOAH BANNON: I’m not interested in you, I came because I thought you were going to take your clothes off. Sadly, I was disappointed. Are you telling people that we’re in a relationship?
DEIRDRE DANIELS: N-no! [sniffle]
NOAH BANNON: So now you’re going to start crying.
DEIRDRE DANIELS: Can you l-leave? [hiccup]
NOAH BANNON: Yeah, sure. Can’t stand the waterworks. See you around, baby doll.
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He wondered why he had suggested that he buy Antigone, an old friend from school, a couple drinks. They weren’t even really friends. She was two, or was it three, years below him and Theo, and he had always lumped her in with his brother’s fangirls, as most younger Gryffindors were. Still, he had recognized her name when her owl bit at his finger while he was walking to work one day. It would be hard not to. The Carmichaels weren’t just a family, they were a clan, like the Weasleys. And Antigone had just vibrant red hair that it burned itself into his memory. Besides that, he didn’t know much about her, but that she was known as a “proper girl” with a ton of tricks up his sleeves. They exchanged a few owls, though, and he ended up revealing more about himself that he originally intended. Like his feelings for Victoire. He began to project his big-brother feelings onto Gone, teasing her, which she resisted, which made him tease her more. And she certainly acted like a little sister, ratting him out to Toire, attaching of some of his own letters and sending them to her. It had been humiliating, and he hoped that his face would never again be that vivid color of scarlet. It was funny, though, and the little banter between the three of them was probably more human interaction he had since leaving Hogwarts, because everyone at work was so sterile and boring. Gone might be reckless and sensitive, but she was not boring.
Perhaps he felt the need to solidify their relationship as two alums of Hogwarts by going out for a drink. He claimed that he was just making up for being rude to her, but he knew that she was just overreacting. He hadn’t really been rude, at least in his eyes. Sure, he had called her a shrimp, but it had been affectionate. Plus, he had stuffed her with all sorts of compliments, so she shouldn’t have been so bitter. And she seemed ambivalent when he asked if she wanted to grab a drink sometime, like she didn’t want his apologizes. It was typical girl. Thaddeus didn’t like stereotyping, but stereotypes were based on fact, however shaky. And Antigone, even though she insisted that most of her friends were boys, was very much a girl, saying that she had some sort of duty to Victoire and tell her about Thad’s more than healer-ly emotions. Not that Victoire didn’t know already. Their relationship was progressing faster than he thought possible, considering the snail’s pace it had been moving at before. His ears tinted pink as he thought of being caught, nearly having sex in the Shell Cottage. And he blushed even deeper when she reconsidered her plan to move to Egypt because of his extraordinarily persuasive touch. He ambled down the Main Street of Hogsmeade, Apparating here a half hour before he was set to meet Antigone. It had been hard, pulling himself off of Victoire’s shoulder after a lazy morning of watching the tube, but needed to get out of the flat and get a drink or something. After giving her a quick kiss, he meandered about the streets of Hogmeade, looking for something to buy for the two girls in his life.
He wanted to get Victoire some madeline, or eclairs, just for the nostalgia of it all, that was how they “reunited”, after all. But he settled on a nice book of poetry that he had been eying for a while, paying for it and tucking it under his arm. It was harder, though to find something for Antigone. They didn’t really know each other, Should he go for something safe and boring, like a quill, or something more daring, more fitting of Gone’s personality? He really had no idea. On a whim, he bought a Troublemaker’s Toolbox from Zonko’s, hoping she would appreciate it, or at least laugh at his attempt to please her. It was a brightly colored thing, and he felt silly, carrying it with him. He checked his watch self-consciously and was surprised when he was already late. Ten minutes late. Oh dear. He was making a terrible first impression. Sprinting down the darkening cobblestone streets, he pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks, spotting her flaming head and her tomato-red sweater immediately. Grinning widely, he squeezed his way through the tipsy throng. He sat down at the table, across from her, and studied her carefully. There was a bottle of wine in front of her, and she looked as if she had been working on it for a while already. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” panting slightly from the exertion of the dash across town. He should really get Theo to whip him into shape. Drawing out his present for he, he slid it across the table, continuing to beam at her. “I got you something, ” he added, stating the obvious. “To aid in my apology.” Keeping up his ridiculous smile, he asked her teasingly, “Are you going to share?” He could do with a drink. He had not indulged for the longest time.
Perhaps he felt the need to solidify their relationship as two alums of Hogwarts by going out for a drink. He claimed that he was just making up for being rude to her, but he knew that she was just overreacting. He hadn’t really been rude, at least in his eyes. Sure, he had called her a shrimp, but it had been affectionate. Plus, he had stuffed her with all sorts of compliments, so she shouldn’t have been so bitter. And she seemed ambivalent when he asked if she wanted to grab a drink sometime, like she didn’t want his apologizes. It was typical girl. Thaddeus didn’t like stereotyping, but stereotypes were based on fact, however shaky. And Antigone, even though she insisted that most of her friends were boys, was very much a girl, saying that she had some sort of duty to Victoire and tell her about Thad’s more than healer-ly emotions. Not that Victoire didn’t know already. Their relationship was progressing faster than he thought possible, considering the snail’s pace it had been moving at before. His ears tinted pink as he thought of being caught, nearly having sex in the Shell Cottage. And he blushed even deeper when she reconsidered her plan to move to Egypt because of his extraordinarily persuasive touch. He ambled down the Main Street of Hogsmeade, Apparating here a half hour before he was set to meet Antigone. It had been hard, pulling himself off of Victoire’s shoulder after a lazy morning of watching the tube, but needed to get out of the flat and get a drink or something. After giving her a quick kiss, he meandered about the streets of Hogmeade, looking for something to buy for the two girls in his life.
He wanted to get Victoire some madeline, or eclairs, just for the nostalgia of it all, that was how they “reunited”, after all. But he settled on a nice book of poetry that he had been eying for a while, paying for it and tucking it under his arm. It was harder, though to find something for Antigone. They didn’t really know each other, Should he go for something safe and boring, like a quill, or something more daring, more fitting of Gone’s personality? He really had no idea. On a whim, he bought a Troublemaker’s Toolbox from Zonko’s, hoping she would appreciate it, or at least laugh at his attempt to please her. It was a brightly colored thing, and he felt silly, carrying it with him. He checked his watch self-consciously and was surprised when he was already late. Ten minutes late. Oh dear. He was making a terrible first impression. Sprinting down the darkening cobblestone streets, he pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks, spotting her flaming head and her tomato-red sweater immediately. Grinning widely, he squeezed his way through the tipsy throng. He sat down at the table, across from her, and studied her carefully. There was a bottle of wine in front of her, and she looked as if she had been working on it for a while already. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” panting slightly from the exertion of the dash across town. He should really get Theo to whip him into shape. Drawing out his present for he, he slid it across the table, continuing to beam at her. “I got you something, ” he added, stating the obvious. “To aid in my apology.” Keeping up his ridiculous smile, he asked her teasingly, “Are you going to share?” He could do with a drink. He had not indulged for the longest time.
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WILL LEAVE IT ON HERE AND NOT TAKE IT OFF LIKE A SMART KID.
SO THIS SIMPLE APPLICATION WAS CODED BY MANDA, AKA THAT
LOVE IN C MAJOR ! CHICK ON THAT CAUTION WEBSITE.
I THINK SHE'D TOTALLY APPRECIATE IT IF WE LEFT THIS CREDIT
ON HERE. OR ELSE SHE MIGHT SEND SOMETHING AFTER US. I DO
N'T WANT TO BE CAUGHT TAKING THIS FROM HER, SO I THINK I
WILL LEAVE IT ON HERE AND NOT TAKE IT OFF LIKE A SMART KID.