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Post by Hunter Bordeaux on Nov 25, 2011 19:32:42 GMT -5
 Hunter was having one of those days, the ones where nothing seems to be going her way. First her alarm didn’t go off, meaning she didn’t get out of bed until 45 minutes after she was supposed to. All of this meant she was crazy late for her first class. Needless to say her professor was pissed, giving her detention for the next 3 days. In her next class she received a D on her latest paper, which sucked ass because she really couldn’t take a hit as she was already doing poorly in that class. On her way to her 3rd class she had received a howler from her stepmother meant for her sister, talking family duty, and all that jazz, and to top it all off she was still hungover from the night before, but at least she looked somewhat good. Hunter wasn’t the type of person who would normally get drunk at a party…okay maybe she was but normally she had at least maintain some type of control.
'What the hell am I doing out of bed again?’ She thought to herself, in all actuality she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing, and was seriously contemplating going back to bed, but something told her that she had to go to class to
Grumble, Gurgle, Grumble
Uh oh, she was hungry. Hunter thought back to the last time she ate and realized the last time she ate something was yesterday. She didn’t normally go this long without eating, and she didn’t know why she did today. It was late, and she had literally just missed dinner by like two hour so the chances of dinner in the great hall were killed instantly. She sighed and considered her options. The kitchen…she’d have to sneak some food out of the kitchen.
Hunter hurriedly made her way the kitchens, holding her head from the headache that was starting to arise. God she was starving, and right then she made a silent vow never to accidently starve herself ever again. She quickly moved into the kitchen, and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She downed it in seconds and got out there just as fast, satisfied that she was not going to starve to death…at least not that day. Sneaking back out of the kitchen, she quickly moved down the hall, not noticing the figure that was moving down the hall towards her. That is she didn’t notice it until she collided into them. “Oh…”
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Post by Theodore Nott on Nov 25, 2011 21:22:09 GMT -5
His arm ached. It ached at odd hours of the day, at odd hours of the night. He didn’t want to be a supporter of Voldemort-he had never wanted to be such. It kept him up late at night some days-forcing him to charm his bed so that he could scream and cry out as much as he pleased without alerting his roommates to such. He hadn’t been to any of his classes within the past couple of days, and had certainly not felt up to eating or talking to any of his mates. He wasn’t sure how Potter-not the Gryffindor one, his best friend- and Malfoy managed to stand it. The aching. It caused black bags to appear under his eyes, which forced Theo to hide, as well. They were an embarrassment-something he wasn’t going to allow himself to have. Well, tonight had been the first night in nearly a week that he had allowed himself to get off his aching arse and sneak his way into the kitchens. He had asked-though, at the time, it certainly didn’t seem like a question-a house elf to bring him food while he was in bed. He claimed it was because of a fever, which came with the aching, but he also knew that, while the creatures were idiotic and brainless, they didn’t really believe what he was telling them. Well, screw them. He had never asked to be believed.
Despite the fact that he felt like rubbish, utter rubbish, it didn’t stop the Slytherin male from dressing his best. He slid on some black, muggle jeans he had bought over their last break. There wasn’t much credit he would give to the idiots, but comforting clothing that was more suitable for walking around was one of the things he would give them. Over that, he wore a long sleeved navy turtleneck. It made him look slightly pale, but it made his icy blue eyes stand out. He slid on his shoes-which, admittedly, weren’t the most expensive looking things, but they sure seemed like it. To complete it all, he had his favorite black robe thrown over it, that way his regular clothes wouldn’t be seen if he got caught by a Slytherin prefect. Actually, Theo wasn’t worried about getting into any sort of trouble. It was rare that Slytherins got into trouble for anything lately. It was something he didn’t exactly approve-if people were going to get into trouble, they should get into trouble regardless of what house they came from, but he appreciated it at the moment.
If all else failed, he did happen to be slightly delusional. He could always claim that he had been attempting to make it to the hospital wing, but had gotten lost due to everything around him moving. It was a horrible excuse, but it was enough to get him out of trouble. And, if they tried to take him to the Hospital Wing, he would say that he simply preferred to lay down in his dorm and would report to the nurse in the morning-a feat he would never actually do. The only reason he felt bad was because he was a Death Eater, and he couldn’t very well go out and admit it to everyone. There were only a select group of people that knew-three people. And, depending on how the war turned out, only those three people would know about himself.
Lost in his musings, Theodore didn’t exactly pay any attention to where he was going. Normally, he would consider himself foolish for doing such a thing. But, considering how he felt, he gave himself some leeway. He had almost reached the kitchen when something-no, someone- knocked into him. He stumbled back a step but managed to catch himself-somehow. Noticing that the person who had collided into him was falling backwards, he almost extended a hand to grab their wrists and prevent them from falling. Almost. The idea had popped into his head a little too late to allow him to do it, but he reached forward, noticing that it was a female, and extended his hand afterwards. “My apologies; I should have made my appearance more clear.” Well, she should have done so, too.
Tag: Hunter
Words: 704
Notes: Loved your post, hope mine was okay, too.
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Post by Hunter Bordeaux on Nov 26, 2011 9:21:50 GMT -5
[/color] Hunter exclaimed as she fell to the cold hard stone beneath her. She didn’t think that she had broken, or even sprained anything, but everything hurt. She lay at on the floor afraid to move, taking small even breathes. “Ow,”[/color] she breathed softly, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She honestly had no idea how she managed to end up on the ground. Normally she was very graceful in her movements, and rarely tripped or run into things, even when she was drunk. One minute she was just walking, and the next thing she knew she had managed to run into someone. This was definitely up there on her most embarrassing things to ever happen to her in her lifetime while she was semi-sober list. Her drunken embarrassing moments list was much longer, and much more mortifying. Honestly she wasn’t sure why she even had friends. They had to have heard… and most likely seen her wild escapades. By all rights she should be a friendless, unpopular, antisocial and just a totally wildflower. But the world was a weird place, and she would never fully understand it. She had been laying there for a few seconds before she remembered that there had been another person involved in the collision with her, and another few seconds before her memory told her there was something familiar about said person. His voice a few inches away from her confirmed that she in fact knew him. Opening her eyes she turned her head towards the voice only to be met with feet. She groaned, she knew she was going to have to sit up to find out who the person was, and she was definitely not looking forward to that exertion. It was then that she noticed the hand in front of her. Hunter eyed the hand suspiciously, wondering if she should trust it not to drop her back down on the floor or not. She wasn’t very heavy, and the arm attached to the hand looked strong enough. By nature she was not a very trusting person, it was in her instinct not to trust until the person proved themselves. Too many bad experiences in her short lifespan had robbed her that luxury. Placing her hand in his, she allowed him to help her up off the ground and to her feet, “Thanks,” she said dusting herself off, and checking for damage. She shrugged off his apology, “My fault, I should have been watching where I was going. I was off in my own head, sorry about that,”[/color] she said smiling a little. It actually surprised her that she wasn’t super pissed about this . She did admit that she had a bit of temper, and that’s she sometimes had times controlling it, the littlest things usually setting her off. Had it been any other day, she was sure a fight would have probably broken out by now with her as it’s ring leader. She could admit that she was a tad bit impulsive, and let her emotions rule her. Lucky for the guy, today was an off day for her, and she was tired of it all. Lifting her head she began to examine the damage she had caused… accidentally of course to the boy in front of her, starting feet first. It wasn’t too bad, she mused. Nothing really, he looked like virtually unfazed by the entire event. As her eyes moved further up his body, more recognition filled her, she definitely knew the kid, and it didn’t hit her until she looked up into his face. “Theodore Nott, what are you sneaking around the kitchens this time of night?”[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] tagged:[/color] theo outfit:[/color] clickynotes:[/color] yours was really good, thanks for joining! i didn't know if they knew each other or not, so i just went with that they did, but it's kind of vague so i hope it's okay[/size][/center] |
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Post by Theodore Nott on Nov 26, 2011 15:41:27 GMT -5
He almost dropped his hand back to his side when she didn’t take it at first. When she had cursed, something about her voice was telling him to search through his mind to match the voice with a name. When he couldn’t at first, he began to get that annoyed feeling in the back of his head that told him what a nuisance the Mark was on his hand. If he couldn’t so much as recognize someone, what other things was it going to interfere with? He would have cursed on his own, but that might have given the girl a wrong impression, and Theo firmly believed in getting the right impressions the first time. It made him wonder how she was going to associate this meeting, and even if he should care. He knew the voice, and therefore the person, was of Pureblooded decent. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to recognize it-not as easily. Sure, he might not have been one of those people that cared much for blood status and such, but it wasn’t as if he went around telling people that, especially if they didn’t ask him. If they asked him, that was a different matter entirely.
Theo was a great many things-sarcastic, pessimistic, untrusting, but he wasn’t a liar. He didn’t even know why he had offered his hand in the first place, other than being polite, but he had done it. And, when she didn’t take it-preferring to lie on the floor for a while-he almost pulled it back. Thankfully, before he had done so, she laid her hand in his, and he pulled it back, helping her get to her feet. “It’s not a problem.” He replied to her. He wondered if that would be the place to put a smile, but he didn’t. The chance to do it had past, and it would be creepy if he randomly did it out of place. “I suppose we’re both guilty of that, then. At the moment, I’m delirious.” He actually smiled this time, hoping she realized that he was kidding. Sure, he was hungry, tired, and ready to rip his arm off, but he wasn’t actually delirious. He knew better than to be out if that was the case. It occurred to him that, being as sarcastic as he was, she might not have caught his meaning. “I’m joking, although I was lost in my own thoughts, too.”
When she hadn’t made eye contact until after she had made sure he was fine-which, of course, he was. He had dealt with Blaise and Shen since his arrival to Hogwarts. Dealing with them, it made her running into him look and feel like a child trying to knock over a clumsy adult. The only thing that had happened was a reminder that his stomach was empty-and that he was pretty scrawny for almost being knocked over. Apparently, his sense of awareness was basically close to nothing. “Theo.” He corrected her, almost immediately. It might have been a nickname he reserved for his closest friends, but he still preferred that to ‘Theodore’. He glanced over his shoulder for a second before focusing his eyes back on her. “What do all wandering students make their way towards the kitchens for at this time of night?” He asked her, rhetorically. “I skived off going to dinner in favor of taking a nap. I woke up and it was passed curfew, but I was hungry.” Theo shrugged before raising an eyebrow and redirecting the conversation back to her. “I suppose the same goes for you, right, Hunter?” Her first name felt weird coming out of his mouth. If they had ever had a serious conversation before, he couldn’t recall it. On top of that, he also didn’t remember much about calling her anything except her last name, Bordeaux. It had come from his need to be familiar with people. Until he knew them, or vice versa, he preferred not to refer to them by their first names.
Tag: Hunter
Words: 668
Notes: Well, they're Slytherins. I would assume they would know each other, even if only in passing.
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