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Post by Julia McIntyre on Jan 23, 2009 18:25:36 GMT -5
Julia looked around to see a bouncy hufflepuff introducing herself. Mehh. Perkiness made her feel bitter. She looked over to see Audrey doing the old eye roll. She didn't like perkiness so much, but she had nothing against the girl. She was probably just sheltered and had both parents at home. Audrey's reaction was puzzling. "I know exactly what I am doing, and who jokes about sex?" she whispered back.
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Post by Annabelle Delacord on Jan 23, 2009 19:42:56 GMT -5
Maeve had been feeling like a heel ever since sniping at the teacher. I mean it wasn't his fault she'd had to come to class. Ok, in a way it was. Still Maeve figured that if she was going to show up on time everyone else should too. Grinning a bit she settled abck in her seat. Besides if he was going to give her detention it would already have happened. Prpobably the second her treacherous mouth opened. She never could control her tongue. A Hufflepuff had slid in next to her not long after class had started but Maeve didn't really notice. Being a bit too caught up in her own misery about detention she'd hardly even noticed the older girl. When she got up and introduced herself Maeve was slightly impressed. She could play guitar. Smiling at her she leaned over and whispered, "Hi, Annabelle. That's really cool that you can play guitar. I can't play any instrument." Since she was no longer nervous her accent had settled down to just a slight lilt under her words. Sitting back Maeve realized the professor was about to speak. Trying to make up her bad behavior before Maeve straightened up attentively and smiled at the Professor. Moments later after he began speaking she was glad she had. She KNEW she shouldn't have spoken like that to him. At least she wasn't the one being singled out for detention. Annabelle smiled, caught completely off guard when Meave whispered over to her. Okay, so maybe she wasn't a bitter, yay. "Oh well thanks, it isn't all that tricky, I bet there is something you could play...if you tried" she nodded warmly and glanced up as the professor spoke. Oh eep! He hoped he didn't instead on calling them by their last names, that would get old super quick. That after all, was why first names were invented. Well so she thought, and plus she felt like her mother when he called her that...ick. When he called out the other two students he used their last names as well, oh drats, it seemed he did intend on calling them by so. Ah well she supposed she would survive, it wouldn't kill her to be referred to as Miss Delacord. "Interesting" she murmured in agreement with his statement in a tone only loud enough for her or Meave to hear. She was most definitely an oddball out when it came to the people in this class, but she was rather use to being unique.
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Audrey Hitchcock
Gryffindor
Sixth Year
I ain't into the idea of living without you.
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Post by Audrey Hitchcock on Jan 23, 2009 23:43:00 GMT -5
"I know exactly what I am doing, and who jokes about sex?" she whispered back.
Audrey glanced over at Julia and shut her eyes for a moment. "I was just checking." She opened her eys again and turned to look at the younger girl. "And more people than you would imagine talk big game but don't ever do anything." Realizing after a second that Julia might misconstrew her words as meaning that Hunter was one of those people she added, "Hunter isn't one of them."
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Post by Julia McIntyre on Jan 24, 2009 0:08:52 GMT -5
"Well ummm... that's not me," She whispered feeling a little uncomfortable. She was not so great at lying, she didn't do it all that much. She never really had to. But damn, Having and keeping friends required a lot of lying. She had better morals when she was making out with random guys. She couldn't tell her the truth, because she had a reputation to protect, and she would tell Mike and that would just end up being awkward. And Hunter really did not need to know. God. Life had gotten so confusing.
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Audrey Hitchcock
Gryffindor
Sixth Year
I ain't into the idea of living without you.
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Post by Audrey Hitchcock on Jan 24, 2009 0:22:06 GMT -5
"Well ummm... that's not me," She whispered feeling a little uncomfortable.
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "That's funny, because I've never heard of you going farther than kissing." So it wasn't true. Oh well...Julia didn't need to know that. It wasn't like she had heard hundreds of stories about the girl. Only like three. Then again, she didn't really participate in the rumor mill. Audrey let it go. There wasn't any poiny badgering the girl over it; that would only end up alienating her. And that wasn't what Audrey wanted to do. She was trying to make things less awkward.
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Post by Julia McIntyre on Jan 24, 2009 12:09:57 GMT -5
"Shuusshhh!" she said severely as she checked around to see if anyone heard, like Hunter. Hopefully he was to busy with checking her out to hear any of this conversation. The bouncy blond was talking to the other girl in class and the teacher was to far away to hear anything. "Ummm... I mean... It's all lies... Those guys are just mad cause I wouldn't go on a second date with them," she said loud enough for hunter to hear, trying to sound indifferent to the issue. She really didn't need this going around school.
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Post by Reginald Lancelot on Jan 25, 2009 20:19:00 GMT -5
Reggie rushed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, hoping with all his might that he wasn't late. This was an important class, and if he was late, he MIGHT cry. Keyword: might. Not in front of everyone, of course, because then he'd get made fun of, and that would just not be cool. If he did that, he did not deserve the name Reggie-izzle. Anyway, the redhead was relieved to see that even though some students were there, the professor wasn't so it was all good up in da hoood, yo. ... Yeah, he needed to stop that. He sat by Annabelle, even though he really didn't know her that well. "Hiii, Anna-izzle. And Maeve-izzle, right?" he asked the Gryffindor. They were the youngest kids there, and younger ones needed to stick together! So do Hufflepuffs but Maeve was cool so she was allowed to be a pretend Hufflepuff. Reggie was getting ready to ask them if maybe they wanted to play rock-paper-scissors as they waited for the professor (because it was pretty much the best game ever -- you didn't need anything besides one hand!), but then said professor entered and he pouted because he loved that game. His face looked like this, folks: Okay, what the crap was up with introductions? He had the insane urge to kick someone in the shin or something, because he hated introductions. If people didn't already know him, it was likely that they didn't even want to, so why bother? Reggie wasn't sure. But once everyone else had shut up and it was his turn, he stood up anyway and introduced himself. "Yoooo, homeslices." Oh, poop. Not this again. "Errr ... my name is Reggie-iz ... I mean, just Reggie, no izzle on the end, despite what you might have heard ... I'm a Hufflepuff second year. I have redhair and I'm Muggleborn and sorta embarrassing and stuff so yeah. Hiii." The Hufflepuff quickly sat back down, only not really because his chair wasn't where it used to be so he slipped off the edge and fell onto the ground. Blushing furiously, he dragged himself up to sit on the chair. ... What a marvelous first impression!
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