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Post by angelique noel badeaux on Sept 17, 2012 9:42:17 GMT -5
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The day thus far had seemed very uneventful for Angel. Normally she was off causing some kind of trouble to entertain herself, but today she just didn't have the motivation to go out of her way. What she needed was something to do. She walked through the empty corridors with her bag slung over one shoulder in a somewhat slouched manner. Normally she tried to look more poised, but today she just really wasn't feeling it. She had even managed to avoid wearing her robes. Instead, she wore a red tank top, blue jean shorts, sandals. She wasn't quite as adventurous in her style today. She had pretty much just woke up and threw on the first thing she had seen. Yes, a boring day was all she had pretty much accomplished.
She looked at the time with a sigh as she realized the dinner would be soon. She honestly wasn't all that hungry. She contemplated whether she should go to the dinning hall just to sit and talk to her friends, but even that seemed like a robotic routine that she did most nights. She wanted something different for once. She felt like she had fallen into a schedule unintentionally making herself follow an every day routine. It was time that mixed things up. Just as her mind began to fall on the idea of something new, she began to wish she could have a place to practice her animagi.. Just then, the door appeared. In her years at Hogwarts she had heard about the Room of Requirement, but no one ever seemed to know where to find it. Angel had began to think long ago that it was just a tall tale, a rumor, or just an excuse for people to wander the halls.. But here she was. She looked around, noticing no one was around before deciding to open the door. She stepping in a large room with a couch in front of a fireplace. She sat down, taking out her want as she looked around to see if anyone was in the room. She was very cautious about her abilities as an animagus. If one wrong person saw it, it could mean bad things for her.. She let out a breathe and as she was about to give it a go the door creaked loudly.. Someone was coming. She groaned putting her wand back away, as llooking to the door. "Who's there?"
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Post by lucius malfoy on Sept 17, 2012 21:08:50 GMT -5
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Lucius had suffered through a dull week. Detention with that half-blood prat Sigurd, piles of homework, and no leisure time for himself whatsoever even if there were something to do.
This dreary pattern drove him to be reckless, and he had caused havoc near the great hall by hexing a large group of Gryffindors under the teachers noses, walked casually out in the chaos and then fled to the seventh floor.
Lucius had walked past a blank wall and a door had appeared. The Room of Requirement. For it to open this way it must be already occupied- curious, Malfoy pushed open the door with a creak and stepped inside, pushing it shut behind him.
Standing on the far side of the room, shoving her wand back into her robes, was Angelique. She was a rather attractive Gryffindor girl with a tendency to grind on his nerves. They had a strange relationship that floated between screaming matches and secret meetings. It was rare to be in a casual situation like this. "Hmmm, and what are you up to in here? Nothing that could get you into trouble I hope?" he said with a smirk
Lucius was mildly curious as to what she was doing concealed in this secret room, but more interested in getting a reaction out of her. It was one of his favorite past times, and if she really was doing something risky his comment would possibly provoke one, and if she were simply practicing spells it would come off as a snide joke. |
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Post by angelique noel badeaux on Sept 19, 2012 11:31:11 GMT -5
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She scoffed as she saw the all too familiar face.. Of course it would be her luck that Lucius walked in on her. Why wouldn't he be the one to annoy her? It wasn't like it was anything new. He was always looking for new and creative ways to get under her skin, but honestly; she was always trying to do the same. Many had asked before what went on between the two of them (most of which were slytherins doing it on Narcissa's behalf.) She never really had an answer. She never could decide if she hated him or not. Yes, he was a total prat who was completely rude, narcissistic, and conceited.. but somehow they always had a built up tension. She figured that the only reason that they could get along (on his part) was the fact she was a pureblood, and not to be full of herself but she wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. She figured her hard-to-get exterior was always a fun little game for him. She wasn't sure why she always played into it just to turn him down for her own amusement. It was an endless cycle the two seemed to enjoy and hate at the same time. "Oh, I thought it might've been someone important," She said dryly, as she turned her attention away from him.
"Trouble? If I wasn't getting into trouble before it's bound to be the case now that you've decided to grace me with your presence," She replied sarcastically, then snickered shaking her head slowly at him. "Now now now my dear, you might want to be careful hanging around me too much. It seems many of your little followers are getting suspicious that a 'griffindork' might take away there precious leader from the oh-so-wonderful Narcissa. We wouldn't want to do anything we might regret in the morning," She said with a mischievous smile as she threw him a playful, sexy wink as she stretched out on the couch.
"Well, I suppose if you're sticking around you might as well relax. Have a seat," She said, gesturing next to herself," And in all seriousness, I was working on something. As to what I was working on you'll never know," She said, waving her wand to have a fire whiskey bottle appeared. "Drink?" She said, pouring herself a glass.
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