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Post by beccah on Jan 25, 2012 1:14:32 GMT 1
Practiced fingers moved nimbly as mousy brown hair strands were threaded together, a pretty yellow hair ribbon also being threaded as if it were another piece of hair. She groped for the black elastic hair tie on her dresser and tied off the end of her braid, ensuring that the expertly crafted braid would stay in place. It was a cute look, one that she had seen done more than a few times by the models in Witch Weekly and Toadstool Fashionette.
Smiling pleased at her hair, Becca began the rest of her afternoon touch-up ritual. She applied a touch of fresh eyeliner and a few swipes of her mascara brush to make sure that her lashes looked long and dark. The effect of the dark eye makeup made what she perceived to be a rather pleasing contrast to her light blue eyes. It really made her eyes pop, and she was sure that Sam would notice.
Truth be told, she had only been engaging in the second daily application of makeup because she was trying to look pretty for her latest boyfriend, Samuel. So she jetted from her last class of the day back to the common room so she could re-apply her makeup, change her clothes, and fix her all before Sam returned to the Hufflepuff common room. Was it hard work? Yes. But beauty didn’t come cheap.
Slipping on a pair of blue jeans, a yellow tank top she donned her flats and headed downstairs, a copy of this week’s Witch Weekly in her hand. She chose a comfortable spot near the entrance so that Sam was bound to see her sitting there. Becca took her relationships, especially new ones, seriously. After all, according to an article in Consto Witch the first few weeks of a new relationship were the make-or-break period. She pretended to be focused on her magazine as more and more people poured into the common room.
“Bingo” Becca thought as she thought she heard the sound of Sam’s voice coming towards the entrance to the common room. [/blockquote] |
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Post by yaxley on Jan 25, 2012 1:39:12 GMT 1
 Finally! Lessons had come to an end and the professor dismissed them and reminded them to bring their wands for next lessons. Standing up he folded up his robe and stuffed it into his bag and placed it on his shoulder before he followed his friends out of the classroom with a slight grin on his face. Why was he grinning you ask? Well, he was bound to see his girlfriend in the common room when he got there, but it depended on what time she finished her lesson at, if they finished at the same time which he was sure they did, they’d probably bump into each other on the way in which would be nice but his friends were hassling him to spend time with them. They were planning on going down the lake and having a few fire whiskeys while the night was still young, which was stupid because they’d all be wrecked by the time it was six o’clock and that was certainly no fun.
The sixteen year old ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair that was now messy but still held the shape it had done this morning, which was amazing. For him his hair was everything and he always had a supply of muggle gel in his trunk just to give it a bit of shape rather than just falling on his forehead all the time, but sometimes he didn’t gel it. It all depended on his mood really, if he felt tired he’d leave it and let it do its own thing, but if he felt alert he’d quickly gel it up. Sam walked with his friends into the Hufflepuff common room and they were talking about how they were going to be wrecked and he simply laughed and responded as quickly as he could.
Sam noticed his girlfriend sat down on the couch near the entrance with a magazine in her hand and he smiled to himself before he walked over. He dumped his bag on the floor and sat down on the couch with a small smile on his face. Taking the magazine he placed it on the table and looked at her before speaking, “You look beautiful today, just like any other day,” Gently he placed a small kiss on the side of her forehead and leaned back into the couch and stretched slightly.
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Post by beccah on Jan 25, 2012 4:14:09 GMT 1
we're running this town• • • JUST LIKE A CLUB WORDS [/color] ### TAGGED[/color] Sam Yaxley OUTFIT[/color] here NOTES[/color] End lazy mode and I don't know why that post felt so weird. #Becca=awkward
Rebecca smiled as Sam flopped down next to her, complimenting her and giving her a quick kiss. "I rather like the way you said, 'as always'. I knew you were a smart one," She said giggling slightly before leaning back and put her head against Sam's chest.
Their relationship was new, but she felt as though it was going well. They had been decent friends for what seemed like ages before they both developed a mutual crush which was only strengthened by their involvement in the house Quidditch team. They had been flirting and going on a couple of dates in the days following the O.W.L. examinations and it wasn't until that summer that they decided to become an official couple. Initially, it had been hard not getting to seem him over the summer break, but they managed to arrange a few visits here and there. Now that they were back at Hogwarts, there was no need for the long-distance sort of relationship that they had been carrying on over the summer holiday.
It was nice to have someone to hang out with. And it was sort of a "gush" phase where all she wanted to do was spend time cuddling with Sam, snogging Sam, or talking with Sam. They were in the "newly together" part of the relationship where they were all cutesy and happy.
"So how was your day? Do you have a lot of homework to finish tonight? Because if you're not too terribly busy I was thinking that maybe we could go jogging together after dinner? I really feel like working out, but I don't want to go all by myself." She said looking up into his face, a coy kind of smirk spreading across her face.
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Post by yaxley on Jan 27, 2012 18:15:18 GMT 1
Something that Sam knew was that girls liked to be complimented, when you noticed the little things they appreciated it. It was pretty easy to make Rebecca feel special especially when he knew what the right thing to say was and to always avoid any sarcastic comments, or even joke about something. If you joked about a girls weight she’d most likely have your head off within seconds, it was something you always avoided no matter what the situation was. If she questioned you about her weight you’d always say she looked slimmer than usual. “Well my dear, you always look beautiful.” The Hufflepuff puff smiled before wrapping his arm around her small shoulders and smiled.
Yeah the relationship was only a few weeks old but then again they could be together for a very long time, there was no sure way of knowing if they’d break up within the next few weeks or stay together for a good couple of years. What he could say was that she brought out the best in him, she made him happy and that’s all he needed. If she was trying, then he’d stay. Often people would have relationships when they wouldn’t bother about their partner and they’d let their partner do all the work, setting up the days they meet and letting them start the conversation. Samuel liked it to be half and half, sometimes he’d send her and owl and of course sometimes she’d send him one. As for meeting up, well they always bumped into each other especially since they were in the same house and year. It was pretty hard to go a day without seeing her and it was so much easier being in the same house, that way he’d always see her.
Questions were fired his way and he looked over at his girlfriend and grinned slightly, “You do ask a lot of questions don’t you?” He exhaled and looked at the table in front and placed his feet on it before he began to answer her zillion questions. “Well, my day was rather boring and it moved along slowly. I have a few pieces of homework but I can complete them whenever, they don’t have to be in until next weekend. And yes, I will go jogging with you.” They did do a lot of things together, simply because it was nice to spend time with her.
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Post by beccah on Jan 28, 2012 6:14:11 GMT 1
we're running this town• • • JUST LIKE A CLUBWORDS [/color] ### TAGGED[/color] Sam Yaxley OUTFIT[/color] here NOTES[/color] End lazy mode and I don't know why that post felt so weird. #Becca=awkward
Rebecca couldn't help but get slightly flustered (but in the good way) when Sam told her that she was always beautiful. It was those sweet things that he said unprompted that had initially attracted her to him. He was the idealized Hufflepuff gentlemen. She knew it was cliché but she felt safe, and comfortable as he hugged her close. Becca also did not fail to notice could also feel the muscles that were the result of swinging a heavy beater’s bat nearly every day during Quidditch practice.
“Hmm” She said contently as he held her, “I think I like having a boyfriend who plays beater. Makes your arms really big and strong.” She said grinning at Samuel. “Such a turn-on,” She added with a giggle, half joking but on some level quite serious. She wormed her arm behind his back and with the other one laid her arms across his abdomen. She enjoyed cuddling, and Sam didn’t seem to mind it either. Sure his guy friends probably took the piss out of him for it, but Sam hadn’t complained thus far.
She giggled slightly as Sam made mention of her rapid-fire interrogation style questioning. Well, if there was one thing Rebecca had learned it was that it was easier to get what you wanted from boys if you slipped it in there with a barrage of questions, and you just might be able to get them to agree to pretty much anything in their absent mindedness. Not that Samuel needed to tricked, at least he didn’t need to be tricked just yet.
She listened as he agreed to go jogging with her. She was glad because it was nice to have a running partner, and since they didn’t have Quidditch practice until later in the week she didn’t want to go that many days without at least some form of exercise. She needed to stay in tip-top shape, if she wanted to remain competitive on the team.
“So do you think we’ll beat Slytherin in the upcoming match this year?” She asked trying to make conversation. “I suppose it’s a matter of personal pride for you. Not just because you’re on the team, but both of your sisters and Scorpius are Slytherin.” She commented.
Then a thought crossed her mind, and she looked up into Sam’s face her concern evident. “Does it ever bother you that you’re not in Slytherin with the rest of your family?” She asked, never really having considered before what it was like for Samuel. “I mean…I couldn’t imagine being in a different house than my sister,” She added biting her bottom lip in contemplation.
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