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Post by Cillian Malakar on Mar 15, 2008 10:05:58 GMT -5
Relax. Ahh, what a wonderful word, no? Just kick back your feet, taking off your jacket and tie, and just having some “me” time. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Well, this was the fantasy going through Cillian’s head as he was sitting in his Potions class this afternoon. Outside, birds were chirping, the sun was shinning, and it was actually kind of warm out today. The bell was going to be ringing in less than five minutes, and then he would be free.
Well, not as free as he’d like to be, but free nonetheless. This was the last class of the day – of the week – and everyone was waiting for that damn final bell. Thoughts were swirling through the sixth year’s mind as he gathered his belongings and fed them to his messenger bag. He had to do thirty minutes of patrolling the corridors – head boy duties, you know – and then he was done.
ring . . . ring . . . ring . . .
Ah, the bell. No more listening to the professor’s voice or scribbling pictures of blonde-haired angels in the margins of his paper . . . err, anyways. Cillian grabbed his bag and walked out the door, not a care in his mind. The Slytherin didn’t feel like walking up and down the halls “patrolling.” Seventy-five percent of the student body was going to be out on the lawns or at the Quidditch field, and anyone who wasn’t was probably stuck in detention. Shaking his head once more, he deposited his bag and faded khaki jacket behind a random statue.
He walked down the corridor a bit, thoughts swirling through his head once more. There was a poem floating around in there somewhere, he just knew it. Words were bussing around, and a few – flaxen, gorgeous, unattained – seemed to try to fly out of his head. So awash in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize that he had practically ran into someone.
“Oh . . . uhm . . .”
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Post by Christina Carrington on Mar 15, 2008 13:49:27 GMT -5
Chris sat in Transfiguration, her head resting heavily on her hand. She stared aimlessly at the still lecturing professor, though her mind was elsewhere. She blinked slowly, glancing at the watch on her wrist before sitting up. She took a deep breath and stretched as much as she could without drawing attention to herself. The bell was going to ring shortly and she quietly began to pack up her things.
Finally slipping her wand into the pocket of her robes, she gazed anxiously at the clock. Her heart almost skipped a beat as the bell rung. Freedom at last. She immediately picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her seat being toward the back, she was one of the first to escape and walked among the crowds as they made their way to their next destination.
Chris hated people, and the crowded corridors were making her irritable. Advancing on a corner, she turned, knowing that it would be less busy than the other halls. She took only a few steps before someone nearly ran into her. "Watch where you're going, asshole." She snapped before looking at the person.
Oh crap. She almost instantly recognized him as the head boy. She stopped walking and looked at him, half expecting him to give her trouble. Chris ran a slender hand through her black hair, leaning against the cold stone wall slightly.
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Post by Cillian Malakar on Mar 26, 2008 15:29:05 GMT -5
Cillian had been in his own little world, obviously. So when the dark haired girl currently standing in front of him spoke, it took him a moment to realize what she had said. Something that involved the world asshole. He ran a hand through his hair – practically mimicking her very similar action – and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, well, well . . . what do we have here?” he said, his voice practically dripping with authority. “Christina Carrington, being rude. Big surprise there, no?” He shook his head and stood up a little bit straighter. He knew that she hated being called Christina, but what was the Slytherin to do? He was his father’s son, after all.
“I’d hate to take points away from my own house, but . . .” He put a hand in his back pocket and looked at the girl, his eyes gleaming. He wasn’t usually this rude, but it kind of gave him a rush. Good lord, more and more like Cieran every day, aren’t we now? [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Carrington on Mar 26, 2008 16:08:54 GMT -5
Chris' icy blue eyes watched Cillian as he ran his hand through his hair. She felt as if he was mocking her own action as he did so. She rolled her eyes as he spoke with that authority tone. I'm not the only one being rude, she thought, continuing to look at the Head Boy with distaste. "It's Chris. But you already know that, don't you?" she spat. She didn't really care about losing house points at the moment.
Her head cocked to the side as he threatened to take away house points. She didn't care, they'd probably win the house cup anyways. "Then don't," she said simply, pushing herself from the wall, though keeping her eyes on the Slytherin in front of her.
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Post by Cillian Malakar on Mar 26, 2008 16:23:06 GMT -5
“Of course I already know that. Why wouldn’t I? Cillian said, watching as she rolled her eyes. “Discourteous to an authority figure now, eh?[/color]” He said, narrowing his eyes at her as she spoke. He literally was never this rude, and he wasn’t quite sure why he had started now. Usually, he was quiet, and he didn’t exactly speak his mind. As she stepped back from the wall and she saw that her eyes were still on him, he scoffed. Who did she think she was? True, they were both in the same house, the same year, and most likely the same age, but he was much more an authority figure than she. And, seeing as how he had just said practically the same thing to her, she now knew it too. Oh, well. “ I think you need to watch your mouth a bit, missy.[/color]”[/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Carrington on Mar 26, 2008 16:41:53 GMT -5
Authority? They were in the same year! Chris didn't show respect to professors, or any other type of authority. Why would she acknowledge Cillian as part of that group? Most of the time Chris would have a snappy, smart ass comment to go with every sentence out of Cillian's mouth, and she did. She just chose to hold her tongue, figuring she was already tacking on the point deductions.
Chris again, tried desperately not to say anything, biting her tongue - quite literally at that - so she didn't. Instead she again rolled her eyes. Waiting to see just how much trouble her mouth had gotten her into this time.
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Post by Cillian Malakar on Mar 26, 2008 16:54:41 GMT -5
“What’s the matter? ” Cillian said, slightly advancing on the girl. He looked down at her, a glimmer of anger flashing in his eyes. He leaned back, deciding that attempting to ‘scare’ her wasn’t the smartest move. He definitely didn’t want to lose his head boyship over something of this caliber.
“Cat got your tongue?[/color]”
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Post by Christina Carrington on Mar 26, 2008 17:03:51 GMT -5
Chris didn't move as Cillian advanced on her, simply raised her chin a bit, continuing to stare coldly at the Head Boy. Chris picked up on the anger in Cillian's eyes, but didn't look away, her icy blue eyes boring right back into his. Whatever he was trying to do, Chris would make sure he failed. "It certainly doesn't have yours," she spit back at him.
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Post by Cillian Malakar on Mar 26, 2008 17:23:45 GMT -5
Cillian shook his head and looked around. The corridors were practically empty now, and he could hear the sounds of hundreds of feet heading for the outside – guess that’s the normal noises you hear when you’re twenty feet away from the large staircase. He looked back to the girl in front of her and leaned his arm against the wall, placing his other hand on his hip.
“Au Contraire, my d— .. ” the Slytherin trailed off as a few random first years slid by, and gave them the look that he had perfected over the last couple months. “— dear, you haven’t seen anything yet.”[/color]” [/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Carrington on Mar 26, 2008 17:40:15 GMT -5
Chris had blocked out the surrounding sounds, the only thing she focused on was the threat in front of her. She was in a bad mood to begin with, the Head Boy wasn't helping matters either. She took in the look that Cillian gave the young students, obviously he wasn't getting a big head due to his position. "Are you going to punish me, or flirt with me?" she asked in retaliation. Seriously, she had other things on her mind than arguing with the Slytherin.
After all, it was a nice day outside, and she was done with her classes. The main thing on her mind however, was getting out of the stupid robes she was still wearing. Ah well, it wasn't like they were being worn the way they were supposed to be. The simple black flats she was supposed to be wearing were traded in for a pair of black combat boots that stopped just before her knee. The skirt was a couple inches shorter than intended and the top two buttons on her shirt weren't buttoned. Instead of being tucked in, the white blouse was pulled into a ponytail holder on her side. About an inch of skin was visible between her skirt and her shirt and her silver and green tie hung way looser than it should have been.
Honestly though, she was pretty sure he couldn't bust her for that. It was after class and people were already walking around in their normal clothes. How was he supposed to know that was the way she'd warn it through out the entire day? "Honestly, can we wrap this up? I've kinda got plans," she said, a bitter edge to her voice.
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Post by Cillian Malakar on Mar 26, 2008 17:56:42 GMT -5
Cillian looked once more at the other girl and stood back up [ from leaning against the wall, I mean ], brushing a strand of his bangs out of his face. He’d have to get a haircut soon. He tugged on the sleeves of his sweater and took another look around them. Cillian pulled his pocket watch out of one of the pockets of his jeans and checked the time. He only had about ten minutes left of patrol, and then he was free.
Sighing, he looked back to Chris. “Me? Flirt with you? Uhm . . . ” He trailed off and shook his head, “No, you have the wrong brother. Not exactly my style.” He then looked down at what she was wearing. Seeing as though she had just came from a class, she could seriously get some house points deducted for her outfit. But he felt he had been ridiculing her enough, why with the ‘flirting’ and whatnot.
“Five.[/color]” the brunette said, keeping it short. “ Five house points off. And next time? Be a little less conspicuous with your clothing.”[/color]” As he said the last sentence, he reached out and flicked the piece of shirt that was tied with the hair thing. “ It’s beginning to look a bit tacky.” [/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Christina Carrington on Mar 26, 2008 19:01:41 GMT -5
"Then what the hell would you call it?" she asked, her voice remaining in the same bitter tone it had held the entire time. Sure, Chris knew Cieran. She also didn't like him much. Hell, she didn't like either of the brothers much. There was just something about them that totally set her off. "What is it to you what I wear?" she looked at what he was wearing. "Not that you can talk about 'tacky'," she added with a drop of venom. Who was he to comment on her sense of style? Some people liked it, others didn't. Big deal.
Five points? It wasn't bad, she could easily earn them back in class or something. Not like it was going to have that much of an impact on their over all score. She rolled her eyes. "Done now?"
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