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Post by james on Jan 26, 2012 3:28:41 GMT 1
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[atrb=width,400] here it goes again Merlin’s fucking - - James cringed, glaring daggers at his bedside dresser. Seriously, again? He rubbed absently at his elbow while simultaneously stomping into his sneakers and wrapping his tie around his neck. Why were there mornings? Or, better yet, why were there mornings before ten? Normal hours, you know; were they too much to ask for? James hated mornings. For the life of him, he couldn’t do them. The seventeen year old possessed one of the most overactive minds in Hogwarts – and he had a long list of credentials to prove it – but mornings proved to be one of his greatest challenges. Most likely because his brain was rebooting or something. Hey, even James Potter needed a break every now and then! This kind of genius deserved some off time. Not like his dorm mates though, apparently. They’d all scampered off some twenty minutes ago, abandoning him to his evil furniture. On top of that, his bloody excuse of a best mate had shoved the alarm clock under his pillow. Again. Can you say rude awakening? Good. (The fact he probably deserved it after the Stark incident was not lost on him though. Stark. That bird was made of nightmares.)
Yawning, he ran a hand through his hair and hefted his trunk over his shoulder, exiting Gryffindor Tower is his sorry excuse of wakefulness. At this hour it was easy to mistake him for a zombie. What with the groaning, barely conscious shuffling down corridors towards food routine. Without the crazy eyes and penchant for roast a la human of course. It was times like these that James thanked every single deity and higher power out there he wasn’t cursed with clumsiness. If he had, James was sure he would have faceplanted down every flight of stairs on the way to the Great Hall alone (not counting any extra visits to the floor by way of stubborn shoelaces). And that would have messed up his super tight schedule of mischief. Oh, who was he kidding? There was no schedule and there never would be. Half the fun was in the spontaneity anyway.
Either way, he arrived at the coveted Great Hall without much incident. Moreover, he hadn’t accidently run down any first years, so that was a definite bonus in his book. A cacophony of teenage chatter assaulted his ears the moment he stepped through the entrance, quickly followed by the the delicious smells of breakfast foods. James’ mouth began watering in anticipation and he smiled to himself, a light skip entering his step. Nothing like a good breakfast to shake off the rest of the cobwebs, yeah.
He began making his way over to the tables when a flash of blonde caught his eye. Instantly, the grin faltered. Kenzie. Merlin. He heaved in a deep breath, looking down at his shoes briefly. Did he feel up to potentially sitting across the table from her, stealing glances between lulls in conversation? No, he really didn’t. But James wasn’t going to let that get in his way of enjoying a good breakfast in the company of his best friends. Jeez, he wasn't going to go all teenage angst this early in the day; who did you think he was? Marianne Dashwood? (Yes, he'd read Austen. Shut up.) Fuck no.
Dumping his bag onto the floor, he slumped down into the nearest available empty space of his usual eating area. Once seated, he kicked it further under the table and swiped a cup of pumpkin juice, taking a large gulp. Nectar of the gods right now, it was. Honestly, it had to be spiked with something. Those house elves had to have some secret ingredient they added because there was no way it could bring the brain of James Potter back online without a little something something.
A second sip and he was feeling alive again. “Alright?” he asked the table by and large, shovelling a mountain of food onto his plate. For starters. He took a bite out of his newly acquired toast, plowing straight on with the conversation. “Mate, I can’t believe you did the thing with the clock again. And left me to the mercy of the sodding dresser. Don't think for a second I don't know you moved it. There’s no way I’m really that uncoordinated.” James turned to his right, expecting to see his best mate smirking back at him. Instead, he was surrounded by a bunch (nerditorium?) of second year Ravenclaw girls. Well, damn. Beaming charmingly at them, he gave them a nod and a wave, unperturbed. "Having a good morning, are we girls?"
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Post by roseweasley on Jan 26, 2012 5:49:38 GMT 1
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It’s a cold and crazy world that’s ragin’ outside Well baby me and all my girls are bringin’ on the fire | It was six in the morning. That’s right. It was six in the morning when Rose fell out of bed. It was not a pretty picture. She was lying on the floor in a heap of blankets. Her hair stuck in odd angles and her eyes she scruntched shut. “I could of sworn there was more bed there.” She mumbled as she moved around trying to get untangled. Everyone else was still asleep by the time she had the blankets off and was pushing herself up. It was totally her luck wasn’t it? To be so damn clumsy as to fall off the bed when no one was around to see it. She would have loved to get a good laugh from it, but no, no one was there. She glared at the clock and looked to her left. “Bathrooms! Free! Yes!” the girl said in a hushed yell. She scrambled up and headed off. The bathroom soon filled with steam as Rose did the normal girl thing and spent an hour cleaning herself up. Usually she would have to wait forever to get a free shower, but today everyone was still asleep and she was up and turning her luck around. The girl took her time and filled the room with singing.
Soon her hour was up and she was getting dressed. She pulled on her skirt and then her collared shirt. Her tie was hanging loosely from her neck as she pulled her arms through the sleeve of her signature leather jacket. Her hair dripped small beads of water onto the floor while she crawled around looking for her grungy looking boots. Rose wasn’t much of a girlie girl. She didn’t care for dressing up or keeping clean throughout the day. She liked to have on her comfortable men boots and her cozy leather jacket. Anyone else would look awkward in it, but not Rose, it seemed to fit her quite well. Rose looked about herself. It was quiet and she was sitting on the floor staring blankly at the wall. People were still asleep. That was not good. The girl grinned and went to her trunk. Going through it, Rose found some lovely noise makers and quickly pulled them out. She set two in the each of the upper level dorms, boys and girls before going down to the common room. She made sure she had her bag and everything before pulling out her wand. With a wave, noise exploded from each of the rooms. It was a combination of honks, and screeches, followed by screams and yells. “Sorry Oliver.” Rose muttered before taking off at high speed.
She ran down the stairs dodging people as she went. Most were little ones who still saw the importance of waking up super early. They are had confused looks. They also hadn’t learned the effects of a conscious Rose Weasley. It was not nearly long before she was in the Great Hall. Loads of aromas hit her nostrils and she gave a goofy grin. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. The girl sat down at her table and loaded her plate. She was also a bottomless pit. The girl went straight into eating, something she was sure she received from her father when James walked in. He was as usual half asleep and grumpy. That was until he began stuffy his face. The girl shook her head and grabbed a grape. She took aim and shot it across the room. Of course it hit him on the top of the head, but sadly he was too occupied with a group of second years. “Oh no.” she shook her head. They were Ravenclaws. Rose to the rescue. Not only did she need to protect the little ones in her house she also had to guard James. The girl took a couple more pieces of fruit and headed over to his table. She raised an eyebrow at the girls while her hands went firmly to her hips and watched all of them look at each other before turning around. “Good, they know their place.” Rose muttered with a smirk before letting her eyes fall onto James. “James Potter!” she mimicked her aunt’s voice, “What are you doing?” The girl took a minute before she felt to fits of giggles. Rose took a seat next to James and grabbed some food off of his plate. “My house mates hate me.” She told him with a sad look on her face. “I put noise makers in their rooms a few minutes ago.” The girl could not keep the smile off her face. "They are we still asleep."
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Post by james on Jan 31, 2012 5:49:41 GMT 1
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[atrb=width,400] here it goes again James' eyebrows shot up at the silence that seemed to reign. O-okay. So this was how it was going to be? He'd been polite, hadn't he? Where were the manners? The calamity! What was happening to today's youth; all drinking and smoking and kinky relations with books in quiet corners behind the library shelves? What would the elder generation do in the face of such blatant indecorous behaviour? James turned his head, his cheek brushing gently at his shoulder to better hide the majority of his amusement. Merlin, they looked as if they had no idea how to respond, expressions ranging from unimpressed to downright mystified. Honestly, it was too much! Who'd have thought the day a Ravenclaw was lost for words would come so soon? Though, James couldn't say he didn't have that sort of effect on people. Leaving people struggling for words was kind of a specialty. It was bound to happen sometime. Some guys just had it, you know? Hardly James' fault he was one of them.
Facing them again, his eyes absolutely sparkling in repressed laughter, he took a pointed, extra large bite out of his toast. Swallowing, he shrugged a shoulder, picking up his fork and twirling it around in his hand. “You know, it wasn't a trick question, ladies,” he said, admonishingly, the right corner of his mouth twitching into the bare bones of yet another smirk. “Answers are not only appreciated, but expected." He pointed his fork at them in a sweeping motion before stabbing at a bit of sausage on his plate. "Now please, not all at once; there's plenty of time for everyone to get a word in. We've got all morning, after all.”
James watched as the girls exchanged looks with one another before turning away completely. Well. "Okay, I can take a hint. Not so grand today, yeah.” He shrugged. You win some, you lose some. At least it was entertaining while it lasted. "Spose it's that time of the month, hmmm?” he muttered teasingly. Pushing his luck, strike one. Jeez, James was on a roll this morning.
And typically, that was when an almost perfect imitation of his mother's voice stopped him in his tracks. Seeing how his mum being at Hogwarts was an impossibility James was regularly thankful for, that left only one other person. Schooling his face into the picture of innocence, he swivelled around in his seat, one arm resting casually on the back. There stood Rose Weasley, his favourite cousin, hands on hips. She was trying hard not to laugh, he could tell and James' eyes lit up in response. His morning was getting better and better by the minute. "Chatting to these lovely girls or at Ravenclaw Table?" he asked. "Because, really, it's all your fault either way. I came here to visit you, my dear, dear cousin. So I had to pass the time before you showed your face in some way. Obviously." James answered his own query instantly, hints of sarcasm entering his tone. "It had nothing to do with the proximity of the food to the door, I assure you."
As she collapsed into giggles and slid into the seat beside him, James spun back to his plate. His fork was poised to begin attacks on egg and bacon Everest when her small hand snatched the peak off. He watched in morbid fascination as the sides collapsed in an epic landslide, egg tumbling in and over sausage and potato. Rose was about as bad as he was when it came to food. The two of them were practically vacuums, sucking in food at an alarming rate and while they habitually ate off each other's plates, James wasn't going to let the destruction of his masterpiece go like it was nothing. That would be breaking tradition! So, he slapped playfully at her hand with his fork. "Oi, paws off Weasley. You stick to your fruit there." He nodded at the fruit in her other hand, laughing just a little, then threw his half-eaten toast at her.
"That's just the curse of the prankster, Rose," he sympathised, giving her a small pat on the arm. "Don't blame yourself, though; it's not your fault they don't know fun when they see it." Lifting his glass, he took another sip of his pumpkin juice. Then almost spat it back up showering everyone in firing distance at her next words. "Oh, that's my girl!" he cheered, laughing right along with her. "I knew there was a reason I hung out with you so much." he teased, bumping shoulders with her.
"But," he began loudly, almost as if he was lecturing. He knew he'd be treading a very fine line here, but that was sort of the point. Besides, he was joking. Mostly. "You're pranking Ravenclaws here, Rose." He shook his head in an approximation of seriousness. "Stuffy, book-obsessed lot - not you, of course, but you've always been the exception - 'course they're going to be pissed; a sense of humour isn't high on their list of priorities." Insulting Ravenclaws to a Ravenclaw in the presence of even more Ravenclaws would have had a lesser man backing down for his continued existence. But not James. He waved a hand for emphasis. "You just need some distance. Or you know, keep the antics to normal hours." he finished, tapping her on the nose and grinning like a loon.
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