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Post by alcott e. potter on Jul 19, 2011 22:49:11 GMT -5
it had been a quiet evening at hogwarts, just like any other. but what were you to expect? it was as if hogwarts lived in its own little impenetrable bubble. the world outside of it didn't exist and the biggest news was who was taking who to the snow ball. the growing threat of dark magic was barely on anybody's radar and what mattered to the young witches and wizards was what they were wearing to foxtrot with their dates. but alcott knew better. inducted into the order of the phoenix in his fifth year, he didn't care about the petty things going on around him. instead, he tossed and turned in his bed over the new dark lord that everybody know was rising, but were too afraid to admit it. nobody knew who he was, let alone what he looked like. at the moment, it was just his sycophant servants doing his every bidding. killing mudbloods, wreaking havoc throughout the wizarding world. it was all so evidently reminiscent of the times that were. the times that harry potter, alcott's grandfather, had put an end to. but now, just like they all warned us of, history was repeating itself.
trudging through the grounds, alcott and sebastien had decided to have a little 'fun' after dinner. it wasn't unlike of the two to be creating mischief wherever they went. in fact, they had gained a reputation as troublemakers who always managed to get away with everything they did except the few times they were caught by the groundskeeper and had several points deducted from gryffindor. but boys will be boys and despite the repercussions, alcott and sebastien continued to bend and break rules wherever they went. whether it be jinxing first years in the hallway or sneaking off to the forbidden forest at night. they knew it was against the rules, but they also knew that whatever lurked in the forest was something 'totally cool'. plus, alcott wanted to speak to sebastien in private. somewhere nobody could possibly eavesdrop and where else could that be but the forbidden forest?
and so, as they stealthily walked towards the forest, making sure that nobody saw them, alcott began to speak, "sebastien? could i ask you a question?" he bit his lip in the dark, gloomy night sky where a dozen hundred stars hung overhead.
word count, 389.
notes, i know it's very short, but i'm lazy as fuck tonight! cc:
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Post by sebastien o. lupin on Jul 20, 2011 0:05:59 GMT -5
It had been quite the past couple of weeks at Hogwarts for Sebastien. Quiz after quiz, test after test and two whole essays due for History of Magic in the span of one week. One week! Even for the most studious Ravenclaw that was a bit of a ridiculous task. Needless to say, Seb's brain was fried and nothing sounded like more of a relaxing, good time than tromping around in the Forbidden Forest with Alcott, his partner in crime. No matter what was going on in life at the castle or even back home, Al had his back no matter what. They were brothers, not in blood, but through and through they had that bond and Sebastien couldn't be more pleased with it.
Seb breathed in deeply as he walked alongside Alcott The smells of the forest were always his favorite. Everything was just so, natural out there. There was truly nothing like it. All the endless amounts of fun that the two have had out there was ridiculous. The night they actually did get caught by the groundskeeper earned so many dirty looks from the others in the Ravenclaw common room after he was through with serving his detention. It was almost amusing how upset they were.
Often times they came out here just to get some peace and quiet. It was the only place they could really talk in private. Sebastien wondered if that was why Al seemed so intent on coming out here tonight and not spending time around the castle. And then voila, right on cue Alcott asks if he can ask him a question.
Sebastien scoffed at him, “What kind of partner would I be if you couldn't ask me something, Alcott?” Giving him a teasing smile he slowed his walk so as to pay more attention to his friend and not the wildlife out here. “What's on your mind?” He wondered what could possibly be so important. Al seemed a little distressed, which made him a bit uneasy. Maybe it was just something about school, his classes or maybe just the quickly approaching ball. Yeah, that was probably it. [/blockquote] tag: alcott word count: 358, short and sweet :D notes: sorry it took so long! [/font][/size] |
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Post by alcott e. potter on Jul 21, 2011 2:14:02 GMT -5
from the very beginning, alcott had been conditioned to hate slytherins. no matter how much of a good person you claimed to be, alcott just wouldn't give you a chance. he held onto the age-old house rivalry and refused to be associated with the shrewd and the cunning just like his father and his grandfather were. that is, until alcott met rafaela macmillan. it was a late night owl, sent to him by surprise. in fact, when he received the note, alcott's face twisted into a confused expression and he was completely taken aback. what was a slytherin asking him if he could bring her a midnight snack? what was she even doing sending him owls deep into the night? while everybody slept, alcott had stayed awake due to his chronic insomnia that plagued him every so often (much too often for his liking) and now, he was in an odd situation that he could have never imagined. surprisingly, alcott responded to the girl's note and the two sent one another messages deep into the night until the sun rose and illuminated england once more. alcott found rafaela utterly charming. the way she dotted her eyes, the way she made his heart flutter with every owl. the two were, shockingly, flirting with one another. in fact, rafaela proposed that alcott save her a dance at the snow ball, but of course, alcott knew that would be impossible. "what would people else think?" that was the question that danced in alcott's mind as the two exchanged teasing messages back and forth like little school children smitten with one another. alcott potter had somehow fallen into like, lust, whatever with rafaela macmillan and now, he was horridly confused.
"so, there's this girl," he began, "and i know what you're going to think--you're going to think it's crazy! i mean, she's a...slytherin," alcott said the word as if it was unspeakable, something like an incurable, deadly disease, "and before you tell me anything, just--just let me explain, okay?" he took a giant gulp before commencing, "so i was up late, you know how i complain all the time about how i can't sleep? anyway! so i was up really late and suddenly, i get this owl pecking at my dorm window with a note in between its beak and so i read it and it's from rafaela macmillan. the pretty, blonde seventh year? and so we talked for what seemed like forever, but it was nice. you know? she was so completely not what i expected and now, i just can't stop thinking about her. i know, i know. it's so cliché, but what am i supposed to do? talking to her seemed so natural and we all know how great i am with girls, and she seemed to really like me too. and now i'm stuck with no date to the ball, thinking about some slytherin girl. i have no clue what to do!" it was as if all the words had spewed out like vomit, but alcott was so complexed by his feelings. in times like this, it was not unusual for him to babble like an idiot, but he was sure that sebastien wouldn't mind. he was, of course, used to it all after many years of being his best friend.
word count, 550.
notes, twas away all day today, je suis desolee!
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Post by sebastien o. lupin on Jul 27, 2011 3:19:38 GMT -5
Sebastien wasn't sure what he was expecting from his friend when he said he needed to ask him something, but it most definitely wasn't that. Honestly, he thought it was going to be if he would help him finish a paper or something along those lines, not like that hasn't ever happened before. No, he most definitely wasn't expecting to hear that Alcott 'hate all Slytherins, loathe the green and white' Potter had suddenly gotten the hots for Rafaela Macmillan. It just seemed so out of character for Al, random late night owl or not. The thought of Alcott flustered up in his dorm struggling to find a response to an owl from his so called sworn enemy was one full of amusement and brought a smirk to his face. Seb wasn't trying to come off as a jerk by it, he just found it...amusing. Alcott had never been the best with girls, no, that always seemed to be more of his department, but even he wasn't sure what to make of this situation that Al had gotten himself into. If Al really did like this girl, Rafaela, he was going to have to make some decisions and weigh his priorities, but knowing him he wouldn't like hearing that, but what else was there really to say to him? Sebastien didn't know.
“Well you are a daft bloke, aren't you?” Sebastien started, playfully. He still wasn't sure what exactly he was going to say, but hoped that it was going to come out right, the last thing he wanted was to go and piss off Al whilst in this situation. “Fraternizing with the enemy and all of that! What has happened to you, brotha? Ah, I'm only joking, knock that look off your face! I think the only solution here is for you to decide which you value more, your Gryffindor pride or your feelings for Macmillan..and boy does she have a pair of knockers or what that broad?” Yes, Seb felt that that would work just well. His actual advice sandwiched between what he hoped was playful comic relief for the both of them. He only hoped that Alcott wouldn't get pissy with his last comment about Rafaela, who even knew how bad he actually had it for this girl? Definitely not Sebastien.
It was almost comforting, though, to know that he wasn't the only one with 'girl problems' at the moment. His run in with, well Sebastien preferred not to even say her name he was so embarrased, that seventh year Hufflepuff girl left his ego hurt rather badly. Now with the Snow Ball rapidly approaching Seb was starting to worry about the likes of his finding a date, perhaps he could get Mina to set him up with one of her friends, or hell he could just end up going stag. He was an attractive, well known fellow, surely he could find a lady or two to accompany him throughout the night. Surely. [/blockquote] tag: alcott word count: 498 notes: <3![/size][/font] |
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