teenage hopes , open

[adrienne quinn hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] LONG NIGHTS THAT IS WHAT MY YOUTH WAS FOR adrienne hart gloomily marched down the hall toward the trophy room. she struggled slightly to open the massively heavy door and entered the trophy room with a glum look on her face. the room was dark, save for the light of the setting sun filtering through the stained glass windows. the reflected light made the colors of the stained glass appear as though they were fading across the floors. classes were over and it was down time. adrienne had an essay for potions to finish, not to mention she rather be terrorizing someone at the moment instead, but alas here she was. adrienne held a bucket in one hand and a rag in the other. she sauntered lazily over to one of the suits of armor and set her things down. she rolled up the sleeves of her pristinely kept slytherin robes and sighed. this was the price of hexing a bunch of fourth year gryffindors. adrienne had grotesquely enlarged the gryffindor group's snot, given it wings, and sent them attacking each other. the bat bogey hex. one of her favorites. she snickered at the thought. it had happened down in the dungeons. some gryffindors loitering around the dungeons, that was slytherin territory, it was only too easy. but now she had to pay the price for getting caught. the worst part had been getting caught by filch. any other professors would have a more interesting idea for detention. maybe a trek through the dark forest at night? although more frightening it was certainly more exciting, but all filch could come up with was polishing armor without using magic. it was utterly dull. perhaps filch's punishments were then the most cruel of all? no matter, adrienne was less than thrilled to have to take on the task to say the least. she got to work and picked up the rag, dunking it in the bucket of magical cleaning solvent. she lazily began wiping down the armor without paying attention. instead her eyes danced around the room observing her surroundings. the armor gallery was not a place she had been to often. she didn't see any purpose for the place, really, unless some students used it as a place for snogging in private. it had to be the dullest room in hogwarts. at least the trophy gallery had some merit, and she could gaze longingly at the quidditch cup which she intended to win for a third year in a row. but not here, the armor gallery was literally just suits of armor lined up in rows. she desperately wished for any form of distraction which might befall her as she scrubbed away. words: 442 (blahh short) - tags: open

[LINUS CHANDLER BENOIT]

This was a pain. There was always plenty of people sleeping in class, doodling pointless things, staring into space, but he was the lucky one who'd managed to get his behind stuck in a detention cleaning things in such a muggle manner. They had spells for a reason, to make life far more easy for them to live and do do more things. Without it, they were no better than a quib with a wand ... or a rag in their case.

Magic was magic. It was something all witches and wizards needed, but it did not mean that all of them were the same. The class he had been, the one that sent him here in the first place, was on a subject he already knew. Herbology was a snorefest. He didn't need to be focused, much less be awake, to watch a clumbering oaf of a professor to be teaching him what he already knew. Linus had answered all his questions correctly when asked -- or was that part of the problem? He'd acted and they responded accordingly. He remembered he expression of annoyance that crossed their features whenever he answered. There was also, much to his amusement, astonishment for being able to answer the questions so easily.

Other than the expressions, the professor served no other useful purposes for him until he taught something far tougher that mandrake cries. He paused for a second to look around at his surroundings. He was almost there but not quite.

The location of the detention he must serve was the armory. With magic on hand and objects around them to bewitch, the need for these things seemed rather dull. They didn't need to sword to fall most beasts. With magic, many things were possible. Were summoning these weapons part of a spell?

He stopped thinking as he dodged the person walking straight for them. They headed on their way quickly without another word, and Linus wonders what they were doing. Only for a moment, because that is when he arrived to the trophy room.

Lazily, Linus wandered the room. He half expected to see no one there. but there had been. He stared at the slytherin, her brown locks neatly tied up in a ribbon. One of his brows raised with half raised curiosity. He recognized her at an instant, Adrienne, the captain of the slytherin team. He kept his silence, sneaking the rest of the way into the room. Silently, he noted how she glanced at the Quiddich Cup. It was a good look, one expected from someone who won it several times, as far as he last checked anyways.

"Hello." His tone was low and calm. He knew of all the rumors surrounding her and this hadn't been the first time they were partnered to finish their detention together. "You're here again?" There was a small sigh the left the young man as he leaned against the tall in the hallway. It wasn't relief but the slightest tone of amusement. She was already doing their job, why bother assisting?

[adrienne quinn hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] LONG NIGHTS THAT IS WHAT MY YOUTH WAS FOR hello... adrienne nearly jumped out of her skin as she was startled by a voice. she was caught off guard, lost in her own daydream. bloody hell! she exclaimed, you scared the crap out of me... she said as she whirled around to see who had so sneakily and silently joined her. ah, linus benoit. She wasn't entirely surprised to find him in detention with her, it wasn't exactly a place all that unfamiliar to him, she thought. you just love sneaking up on people like that don't you? adrienne didn't know the ravenclaw seventh all that well, but she had had enough lessons with him to know a little. She knew he was smart, unusually smart, scary levels of smart without even having to try, and that she respected. Adrienne did considerably well in her studies, but she worked incredibly hard to get to that level. Linus, on the other hand, was off the charts brilliant, but also way too lazy to apply himself. He reminded her a little of one of her older brothers, the one who had run away from the family to join the death eaters. Not to say that she expected linus to be a death eater or anything, but her brother had that same kind of demeanor of the quiet genius who was sometimes unpredictable. It was as though school and sports and other hogwarts activities were beneath them or they were just too lazy to take the initiative. Despite the fact that adrienne was an over achiever, she respected the fact that linus was quite brilliant, but unwilling to share all of his knowledge with the world. There was an air of mystery about him that was very intriguing. honestly I'm starting to think I spend more time in detention than I do in actual class anymore, adrienne admitted with a sigh. and here YOU are again, she reminded him, so let's hear it, what are you in for? she asked curiously. She wanted to hear that he had done something terrible and awful and morally ambiguous like she was often responsible for, but she didn't think he would make the effort for such a task and was probably in for something minor, but who knew. Adrienne picked up the bucket of water on the floor and strode up to one of the suits of armor. She swung the bucket forward, splashing the thing, and set the bucket back down again. all clean... she muttered, looking away from the metal suit. She surveyed her companion with her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him leaning casually. well, linus, I'd say I've done my fair share, cleaning that one suit of armor so painstakingly as I have done so... she said motioning to suit of armor that was still dripping wet from her careless splash. I think you'll be able to carry on with the rest? she grinned. She knew linus was not having any of this, but she wouldn't hesitate to try and manipulate him, as difficult a task as it may be. The light in her eyes was threatening. Maybe linus was only book smart? How would he fair in a duel? She wanted to get to know her detention buddy better and the light in her eyes threatened that she just might try and find out. words: 554 - tags: linus/open

[LINUS CHANDLER BENOIT]

He watched her slightly amused by his reaction. Apparently, she hadn't been expecting anyone to arrive. His expression, however, was dull, never seemed to be changing from that bored look. The only change in his usual expression was the fact that his brow slightly raised at her remark. "I wasn't quiet." Linus shrugged slightly allowing the slight accusation settle in the air. She could take the answer or leave it. The woman was—had been quite occupied in her cleaning to have noticed him. Announcing his appearance wouldn't have only been obnoxious but not his style at all. It was effort.

The silence between them did not last long. She continued, and he listened. Some people needed to talk to release their frustrations over daily life, to reassure themselves that they existed. It was a normal habit of many, and it certainly suited the slytherin.

Then the topic turned to him. "I killed a cat." Linus stared at her flatly as if to say "is that what you were expecting me to say?" It was not entirely a lie, however. One of the familiars brought to class on that herbology class had snuck along with their master. Dealing with dangerous Venomous Tentacula, it was only a matter of time for the beast to find themselves entangled by one of them. A spell would have save the cat, but the foolish owner tossed his wand and fell after them. (In actuality, they had fumbled, cried, and panicked.) Being the only one to watch the scene and do something about it was all his.

Not even a thank you received. Though, if he hadn't been sleeping in class (however managed with how they were walking to the greenhouse), the other student would not have had to follow and neither would the cat. He lacked the sympathy to care for the loss of the familiar, another reason why he was given the detention. In his mind, this was all just a circle of unfortunate events. The cat shouldn't have been there and they shouldn't have bothered finding him.

He watched the water sloosh as it hit the ground. His attention slowly turned from the bucket to the woman in question, his gaze never changing. Not the quiet one, is she? It would seem that even her actions were loud, the way she commanded a room and demanded attention from those around her. It was ... different. "Plenty of time spent on something a house elf can do quicker and cleaner." He stated simply, neither answering or moving from the pleasant spot he was in. They weren't built to clean these armored suits. In fact, they were pointless structures meant to decorate and deteriorate over time, even with the dedicated and meticulous care of the house elves (and them as well, he supposed) the stone would crumble without constant attention. "Let them get the rest."

[sigurd bastien asgaard]

[classy=writesig]he walks away from a fight he chooses not to pick. there will eventually be a time where he has to face the slytherin again; he isn't worried about their umpteenth encounter in the least. what nags him, however, is the fact that he's left wondering whether walking away was the right decision, or to stay and continue playing a game of words. (words aren't his forte, he knows this, but he does have his own pride.)

the armor gallery is larger than he expected. however, only that fact is out of his predictions -- he previously assumed that another batch of students would arrive for detention, and he is now proven right as soon as he spies two familiar figures. he knows one by sight and name, the other ... he's much more closer to the other. judging by the pail of water on the ground, it isn't hard to come to the conclusion that the two of them are undergoing the same punishment as malfoy and him had: cleaning armor by hand.

it surprised him little to see the both of them in detention. linus was wont to end up doing something tedious as his punishment, but as for adrienne -- he realizes he knows surprisingly little of her, despite the both of them being slytherins and in the same year. funny how he's much closer to a ravenclaw than his own housemates.

then let's go. his voice is quiet, under control. he doesn't need to impose himself much on the others; adrienne isn't much of his concern, but instead, linus is. he knows how the other male isn't cut out for hard work -- neither is he, but he's better at it. linus doesn't last long at menial tasks that demand physical activity. it's pointless to stay here.

he glances around the room, at the dusty figures and stone walls. i'm not surprised. finally, he looks at adrienne, hands in his robe pockets by now. i don't think we're needed here when the second years are around. he jerks his head back to another room of the gallery, where the magical cannons were. they are innocent, silly enough to do everything themselves - and besides, they have company and they seem to be friends - so why not let them do the work?

if he's learnt something during his seven years at hogwarts, it is to not take responsibility for everything and to always -- always, spread the fun around.

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[adrienne quinn hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] LONG NIGHTS THAT IS WHAT MY YOUTH WAS FOR adrienne watched his cool collectivism with interest. he was so much unlike herself, the two opposite poles of the personality spectrum, and yet, instead of hating him, she found him quite intriguing. His response as to why he was in detention would have made anyone else's eyes widen in surprise, but instead a small smile curled on the edge of adrienne's lips. she believed him instantly. maybe he was screwing with her, but she could be so sick and twisted as to kill a cat herself that she believed him. Ooo... the quiet one has a dark side! she said excitedly. She had no prejudices between houses, she didn't only associate with slytherins, but she loved to meet students that were slightly uncharacteristic to the traits of their houses. she maniacally drummed her finger tips together while eyeing the ravenclaw as though he was a meal to eat. who knew, she might yet find an unlikely companion in linus benoit. she was further pleased with his suggestion that the house elves carry out the rest of their menial detention tasks. it was the most logical answer. she approached him and poked him in the chest. invading the personal space of reserved people was one of her greatest pleasures. in fact, making people uncomfortable in any way that she could fathom was one of her greatest pleasures. i like the way you thi— her speech was interrupted by the accompaniment of another. adrienne turned to face their new detention companion, sigurd asgaard. she knew it was him at once from his cold and controlled disposition and his towering frame. he was a slytherin in her own year, and if it weren't for his good looks she probably wouldn't have taken note of his existence despite that fact. she looked down the way towards where he had motioned, the second years were more than eager. and i like the way you think even better she mused pleasantly. honestly sigurd, you should speak up more often, she teased, making note of the fact that this was one of the first times she heard the solitary slytherin speak. well gentlemen, i am truly pleased that we have had the pleasure of crossing paths this evening... so, where shall we go mr. asgaard? you seem to be the one with all of the ideas, or better yet, whom shall we terrorize? adrienne didn't know whether either of these boys could keep up with her terrorizing ways, but it was worth a shot. and even if they didn't have any intentions of terrorizing the school this evening, hanging out with them would certainly be more fun that detention. she thought that tonight she might be hearing a lot of her own voice though. both of these boys were so incredibly reserved and quiet and she was... well... anything but. words: 473 ickk - tags: linus/open

[LINUS CHANDLER BENOIT]

He wasn't all all uncomfortable with her invading his personal space. Rather, he welcomed it. The raven stared down at her evenly, the faintest of smirks painted his lips. While he was far more introverted than her, taking a more aggressive role wasn't all that difficult. It was a bother, requiring his attention and effort to pursue. It required for him to break out of character and waste the little energy he reserved. She wanted this, didn't she? To rile him up, and pursue. He wasn't having any of it.

His gaze turned elsewhere, to where the voice had come from. A familiar syltherin form made his appearance. Ah, Sigurd is here. While he wasn't at all ashamed in what he about to do, his friend took the priority and apparently it took hers as well.

The raven relaxed, moving back against the wall as he took in the sight of his friend. His rushed manner (not his speech, but the way he moved and the words he chose; his friend was a deliberate person, each choice of words were special) alerted him that there was something had gone wrong. The raven glanced back at Adrienne, or was it her presence that had—The thought was dashed as quickly as it rose. It couldn't have been. It made absolutely no real sense. He was already quick about it, only briefly regarding Adrienne's presence.

His attention turned back to Adrienne as she chose to speak next but flickered to Sigurd ever so often. He was already in a mood and she was making it no better. Unsurprisingly, he had no patience to deal with either. It involved him, caught in the middle as he was. Just how does one deal with these two with the least amount of effort?

Well, he was about to find out.

Moving away from the wall once more, he moved closer to the witch as she spoke. It was troublesome how she kept talking. Her energy drained him of his, and he no longer had the patience to dawdle here. It wasn't his place to be; there were many more effortless things to do. He needed her to shut up: Sigurd wasn't doing anything. Sigurd wasn't going to do anything if not to make it worse.

Did he have to do everything himself? Mentally, he rolled his eyes. Yes, sometimes. He closed the distance between him and her—unlike Sigurd, he did not have a great advantage in height—and the gap between his lips and hers. "Shut up, will you," he mumbled.