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Post by callie sierra rivers on Sept 16, 2012 8:52:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OH MY JUST PLEASE TRY TO SHUT UP AND KISS ME BABY The Words: 689The Outfit: goes here The Notes hope this works Walking through the halls of Hogwarts the only thing Callie was hearing about was this stupid dance. No one was caring to talk about anything else worthwhile and even the guys had their minds wrapped around dancing and taking their dates back to their dorm rooms. At first Cal could deal with this conversation between her friends but now it was the only thing she heard about. No intelligent conversations could be heard in this school and even the shy, bookworm Ravenclaws were picking out dresses and dress robes. Cal didn't get what the fuss was all about. The whole student body would be gathered in one room and the pranksters would try to pull something off, the man whores and just whores would be practically having sex on the dance floor, the bookworms would be the wallflowers almost hidden with all the cheesy decoration in the hall and the 'popular' kids would be judging everyone who stepped foot into the hall. So pretty much a normal day at Hogwarts just everyone was trying to look their best.
Where did that leave Callie? Well she had half the mind to not even go but she wasn't sure yet. It would be the perfect place to catch up with friends and just watch everyone in one huge group. She was already wondering what pranks the Gryffindors would pull off; but if they touched her they would be dead. Cal liked seeing the other students be pranked but if James and his gang thought they could pull something on her, again, it wasn't going to happen. But since Cal was debating on going, a trip to Hogsmeade was in order. Just to grab a dress, some different make-up and possibly a drink at the Thee Broomsticks.
Cal didn't have any girl friends close enough to ask to go down to Hogsmeade with her. Well yes there was her roommate, but she was sure she already had her dress and everything picked out. It didn't bother Callie to walk down to Hogsmeade alone but wished once she had gone into the shop that someone was there to give her advice. Everything looked to be too short, too low cut or not enough fabric. Not that Cal was really worried about showing too much of her body. It was a dance and she was going alone, she could at least have some guys attention during the night. Since Cal wasn't the best shopper in the world, she finally settled on a dress. Nothing special, probably had something that looked better in her closest but it was new, and which girl didn't like new clothes?
Since the shopping was done, Callie figured she might as well go grab a drink or two at the Three Broomsticks. Walking in the place was crowded as usual but not bad enough that she couldn't find a spot to sit. Cal found an empty booth and sat down there, placing her shopping bags beside her. When a waiter came over, Cal ordered a firewhiskey with a flirty smile. Even though she was still in school and he looked to be graduated for a while that didn't mean a thing. She could try and get a free drink out of even though she knew a smile wouldn't get her much. Coming over a few minutes later he set down her drink with, "Here you go, doll face." Ah, he was so cute if he just kept his mouth shut. "Good try, come back later with a better pick-up line." And before he could respond or at least defend himself, she was already sipping her drink, her attention off of him.
Taking a quick glance around the bar, she thought for a moment she saw blonde hair on a guy that was almost as blonde as hers. She had to do a double take, but he or she was gone. Cal guessed it could have been a girl with short blonde hair, they all seemed to be cutting their hair short lately. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to her drink. Something or someone would happen sooner or later.
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Post by sigurd bastien asgaard on Sept 16, 2012 10:28:22 GMT -5
[classy=writesig]hogsmeade was always a privilege, but never a must. sigurd's weekends were usually spent languidly scratching his violin while he stands by linus' dorm window overlooking the school grounds. the dungeons, unlike the ravenclaws' tower, were less pleasant to spend weekends in alone. he usually moves with the crowd to hogsmeade, before breaking away from them to meet linus, after which they would make a trip to the library or some other place to people-watch. they occasionally watched people while on trips as well, the two of them enjoying the anonymity of being able to comment on others while quietly hidden in a corner of a cafe.
today, linus had excused himself and disappeared in the mass of owls at the post office in the sleepy village of hogsmeade. sigurd had found it awfully unpleasant, not to mention awkward, walking alone in the streets of hogsmeade; for some reason, he feels that he doesn't quite blend into the crowd this weekend, that he sticks out like a sore thumb for whatever illogical reason. he didn't put it past linus to have gone on the chase for something that intrigued him. he had known the boy for years, after all. things didn't quite change overnight -- or over the years without him noticing.
sigurd slips into the three broomsticks, hands in his pockets. he isn't worried about linus not being able to find him later; his mind had moved on to different matters. he takes his seat on a stool at one of the tables and leans against the wall, the faint, but familiar tinge of smoke in the pub tickling his olfactory senses. the dim lighting of the establishment only serves to further trick his senses as he glances at the mirror, watching his general indifference mold his face into an expressionless one. bored, maybe, but never disinterested.
and of course, she catches his eyes, a familiar figure that is reflected in the mirror just for a brief moment before a man passes the mirror by. she is gone by then, but sigurd's attention is captured; he is now alert, scanning the mirror (but not the pub itself) for a sign that the girl is still around. he eventually sees her, partially blocked by a waiter. sigurd stands, drops a note about his order to the waitress, and navigates the crowd to where she is.
as she glances around the bar, he slips around her view and moves towards her table. a hand grips one of the chairs and pulls it for himself; the slytherin seats himself at the table, smirking at the female while watching her turn back to her firewhiskey. so, callie sierra rivers. amusement dances in his eyes; he didn't remember her being old enough to legally consume the liquor, but who is he to care? he turns to the waitress as she sidles up to the table and places his drink on the table.
he smiles at her - his smile is easy, pleasant - it dims slightly as sigurd turns back to callie. i see someone's got a date to the masquerade ball. he tilts his head slightly and looks at her, fingers drumming on the table lightly, keeping time to an unheard rhythm.
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Post by callie sierra rivers on Sept 19, 2012 11:30:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OH MY JUST PLEASE TRY TO SHUT UP AND KISS ME BABY The Words: 642 The Outfit: CLICK The Notes so far so good People watching was one of Callie's favorite pastimes. Just from sitting quietly at this table, she can see that the one woman at the bar was probably on her fourth or fifth drink, as she laughed obnoxiously and tried flirting with the bartender but to no avail. It wasn't even evening yet so the woman Cal guessed was either laid off from her job or fired, probably from drinking on the job. There was also an older couple in the booth behind her, holding hands and enjoying their tea together. Probably lived somewhere in Hogsmeade or at least close by. Then there was that annoying group of young boys, looked like third or fourth years, who was trying to dare the smallest kid to go flirt with the obnoxious drunk woman at the bar. Cal didn't see the point in that, why would boys that young want a woman like that to flirt back? She was drunk off her ass and probably would sleep with the poor kid.
Cal was fully convinced that the blonde hair she saw earlier belonged to a girl. There was no way she was here and Sigurd was also here. If he was that just would be a strange coincidence. As Cal tried to stay away from her friend, he just seemed to be right there. Not that she was being obvious that she wanted to be away from him because for the past few years they did everything together. Callie's logic was she didn't want to get hurt when he graduated come summer. It was a childish idea but this was the one person who she was actually close to and now she would have to give that up. So instead of him leaving her, she would leave him. If that made any sense at all. Even to Cal it sounded crazy but if it didn't work and it hurt too much, she could always admit everything and tell him that she is just crazy. Ha, like that would ever happen. She had way too much pride to admit something stupid like that.
And he was here. Right in front of Cal actually, one of the only people in the school who knew her whole name and would address her as such. Not that Cal didn't like her name or anything, it was very pretty, just the only time she heard her whole name was when her grandmother wanted her attention. "Sigurd Asgaard, what a pleasant surprise." Callie said smiling at him. Now he had an amazing name. Foreign even to her tongue after all these years. It was so different and unique sometimes she wished she had a name like his. Even though Callie was an unpopular name at Hogwarts it was actually pretty common in Ireland. She guessed Sigurd was an uncommon name no matter what country he was in.
"You know me better than that," Cal said a slight laugh escaping her lips when Sigurd thought she had a date to a dance. "I hate these type of things but figured I might as well go. So I bought a dress and I'll show up late to this dance without a date." she admitted before she took another sip of the fire-whiskey. How men could drink this in large quantities was beyond her. This one drink would be enough for her and it would be even tough to drink it all. "What about you? Going to this dance with anyone?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head. If she was smart, she would have asked him to the dance before this whole conversation. Oh well, she would live with it and meet him up with him at the dance. That is if he didn't already have a date. And the thought of that brought up those unfamiliar feelings in her stomach.
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Post by sigurd bastien asgaard on Sept 24, 2012 11:47:33 GMT -5
[classy=writesig]he laughs, easily. being with callie isn't like with the others; he feels no pressure, no invisible hand hanging over his shoulders and ready to strike him down for a slip of the tongue. their relationship is a casual one. he can relax around her. somehow, he feels like he doesn't need to worry about anything other than the conversation at hand. hogsmeade, a pleasant surprise, huh? he says, and raises an eyebrow. he stops drumming his fingers on the table and wraps them around the chilled glass of his drink.
i wouldn't know. he looks away from her, but her golden hair is still in view from the corners of his eyes. maybe you didn't want me sitting here, maybe you're waiting for your date to the ball. by now, his smile has eased into a grin that he flashes at callie. i don't know. he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a small sip, keeping his eyes on the female ravenclaw throughout.
it doesn't surprise him to hear that she doesn't have a date to the ball; he comes to the conclusion that she, naturally, must have turned down the invitations of other boys. to him, that is the most probable conclusion, but he isn't willing to openly state it just yet. somehow, the idea of her going alone to the dance seems rather strange; he would have asked her out, but linus doesn't have a date, and one day during a conversation they wouldn't show if they didn't both have a date. (at the same time, sigurd figured linus wouldn't havd minded, but a friend's a friend, and a promise is still a promise.)
still, he finds himself entertaining the idea of asking callie to the dance. he doesn't have a date, and neither does she -- it's as if hogwarts itself expects the both of them to go together. he leans back in his seat, shrugs slightly, and exhales. going to show up late, and without a date. he repeats her words, but the amusement he fails to mask behind his statement is apparent. the thought of it makes sigurd laugh; he shakes his head slightly as an afterthought. unfortunately, callie, i am not. he swirls the drink, and keeps his gaze away from her.
i probably wouldn't bother going. it seems like another event for the gryffindors to show off, and they won't be happy with us. i'm content being where i am. as soon as the words leave his lips, he realizes the irony; since when was he happy where he is? hogwarts is a place away from home, away from durmstrang where he ought to be, where his half-brother is. is he happy? not quite. ... hm.
he sinks back into thought, but his body leans forward in his seat. he's closer to callie now, and a smirk is playing on his face as he looks into her eyes. if you're going to be late, it's not worth attending, then. i was hoping to see you there. [/classy] |
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