arts & crafts.

[Julia McIntyre]

Julia really needed to relax and get her mind off things. You know what that means. Since she was to young to drink or hookup, TIME FOR ARTS & CRAFTS. Julia sat in the middle of the landing surrounded by copies of trashy mags with her mother plastered on the cover. She had scissors in her hand and she was cutting out all the pictures of her mother and throwing them out the open window. Fun, Fun, Fun. It was incredibly soothing actually, plus she needed to read her gossip in peace. The flapping of the pictures away with the wind was like a release of sorts.

She picked up an article about her skanky mother. Apparently she had married a rich old coot with 20 cars and a mansion. She was such a trophy wife. Golddigging hoe. She very much enjoyed maligning her name, but it killed her that she couldn't tell anyone in the muggle world about her biggest mistake. Her. But nooo, they would tell the media and that lovely check would stop coming and there would be a a lawsuit and stuff. But it is not like anyone here even knows who she is so she could shout it from the Rooftops.

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[Thomas Middleton]

The start of term was fast approaching, and even though Thomas had before been exceptionally looking forward to it, he was now very nervous. He had just gotten the order of textbooks in, and he had yet to look through them and fully form lessons. The Ravenclaw possessed general outlines, yes, but not the exact plan. He was kicking himself for not getting it done sooner. This was where he wished he was actually more Ravenclaw; all of his Ravenclaw comrades were much more organized than him, and didn't procrastinate nearly as much. Why did he even get sorted into Ravenclaw in the first place? The world may never know!

Anyways. In order to shed off some anxiety, Tom had decided to take a nice walk up to the tower landing. He did this often, in order to stay in shape and ... stuff. Actually, he could care less about staying in shape (somehow, no matter what he ate, he managed to retain the metabolism of a thirteen-year-old boy). It was quite relaxing, really, and he didn't mind the tiresome walking up the stairs. He hopped the last stairs two at a time, finally arriving on the landing. Seeing as it was break, there was barely anyone at the school, let alone this random place. There was one girl, however, and she seemed to be cutting something out of magazines. Hmmm. Odd.

Deciding that he should probably stay and keep her company with his sexy self, he plopped right next to her without even asking. He knew he had seen her around somewhere, seeing as he had taught last year, and she wasn't exactly a first year. But he didn't think he had ever had her in any of his classes. Weird. Without permission, Thomas picked up one of the magazines and looked at the page she had it turned to. Hot damn, that chick was hot. He wasn't sure who it was, but it was her who this girl seemed to be cutting from the magazine. He didn't blame her -- he'd do a shizload of stuff to her.

"Dude, who's this?" he demanded, waving the magazine in her face and pointing to the woman. "She's freakin' hot, man. Cut me out one of those pictures so I can tape it on my wall, or something." Tom continued to wave the magazine, being completely oblivious to what was completely going on. Oblivious was his middle name.

[Julia McIntyre]

Sexy men just seem to be everywhere you turn here. But she wasn't complaining. And this guy had that rough college-guy look to him, were he is smarter then pubescent boys but still knew how to have fun. Thank goodness she hadn't worn her rainbow pajamas. "Hey hot stuff," she said smiling mischievously. This guy was definitely bringing sexy back. He was a bit to old for her now, but in a few years they could totally go for it.

"Ummm... EWWW!!! THAT'S MY SKANK OF A MOM!!! SHE IS NOT HOT!!!" she yelled without thinking.great now he would think she was all insane. "Ummm.... I mean... She's alright," she said trying to cover for herself. She continued to cut out the pictures. She didn't really want to know the what the 'or something' was. Eww much. She might hate her mothers guts, but that still made her feel all icky inside. "Umm.. yeah I was lying about her being my mom," she said nervously, "I'm just a creepy fan who... ummm... is obsessed with her... andd ummm yeaah," she lied. She was the worst liar ever.

"Anyway, ummm... what brings a sexy man like you up here, no girlfriend," she said smiling. "If not, can I fill out an application for the job, or we could just make out," she said smiling wryly. She figured he wouldn't be up for it, she was far to young, maybe if the was a seventh year or something. But hey, flirting made her happy. And it was a great way to change the subject from Mommy dearest.

[Thomas Middleton]

Oooh, compliments this early in their acquaintanceship? Hot damn, this girl wasn't half bad. Only he hesitated on calling her hot back. Because he was sort of a professor and wasn't that illegal? Having sex with your students, that is. He was pretty sure it was. Plus, he was quite a bit older. By almost ten years. That was like, synonomous with rape. And Thomas certainly didn't want to be known as the school rapist. That would be just terrible. So, he settled for a simple, yet seductive "Yo." Because that's what cool people did these days.

"Skank? Hmmm, unfortunately, the skanks do tend to be the hot ones. Doesn't mean I wouldn't bang them, ya know what I mean? If they're dubbed skanks, they're probably a quality bang." Thomas was talking about this like it was a subject at school, and with certainly more siriusness than he had ever placed in any of his studies. ... But oh. She was lying? How rude. "Lying is a sin, you know that, right? I might have to report you for this. Seeing as I am a tad bit of a professor and you are a tad bit of a student." Tom finally put the magazine back on the ground and crossed his legs, criss-cross-applesauce. In his opinion, it was a rather comfortable way to sit.

"Nope, no girlfriend, thank god. That would take all the fun out of life," he joked, although there was semi-siriusness behind his words. There was no way he would ever let himself get tied down; it was one of those irrational fears of his. It was exactly like the fear people had of sharks. They were fun to swim with for a little while, but stay down there too long, and you were a goner for sure. That's how he viewed women, basically, super sharp teeth and all. Then, she continued to come onto him, and for some reason, he was so desperate, he was half-considering risking his job. But then he came to his senses and remembered the age difference. That was just pure unethical.

He scratched the back of his head nervously. "Dude, I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to be talking to you outside of the classroom ... You're like, a kid, and I'm a professor. I could get fired from my job if I even laid a finger on you. Or if you even laid a finger on me, it really doesn't matter, ya know? They'd assume I was trying to get in your pants, yadda yadda yadda, and bam, I'd be out of here before you know it and you'd no longer be able to gaze at my gorgeous face. You don't want that, do you?" Thomas finished his rant, taking a breath. Damn, that was the most he's spoken to a member of the female species in like ever. They tended to do more of the talking while he did other stuff, if you know what I mean.

[Julia McIntyre]

He was very much into himself, but could she blame him, she was just as much into herself. And they both seemed to be pretty awesome human beings, hot and witty. Best of both worlds. But it took a lot more than just a seductive 'Yo' to make her weak in the knees. She was like a seasoned pro or whatever you call them.

"You are right actually, they do seem to be hotter, It is just not right," she said smiling, glad that he didn't pursue the whole mommy thing. She didn't have enough money to be sued. "You seem to have quite a knowledge of this, should I know about any of my professors being a said 'quality bang'" she asked as innocently as she could. Gossip was probably her second love after making out. She laughed at what he said next, "Banging skanks is a sin too, you wouldn't want me to tell the headmaster what we are discussing her would you? Since you are a tad bit of a professor and I am a tad bit of a student," she said trying to be all somber and serious, but still cracking a smile.

"I know right, Life is to short not to be single, right," she said as she cut out another picture of her mother and through it out the window. She had tried that whole steady relationship thing in kindergarten, it didn't work out well and he kept her crayons. The jerk. Ever since then she had been single and ready to mingle. While her friends got boyfriends, she tried to see how many time she could turned down guys who want a date or how many minutes it takes to get them kissing. Her record was like a minute.

She saw him contemplating the aspect of a little fun with her, but wasn't surprised that he said no. The rant really wasn't necessary, she took rejection well. "Well I'm flattered that you would even want to get in my pants," She joked. "And yes I would hate not getting to see your face in class, that is basically why I would even bother showing up to class," she said as she cut the picture of her mother in her hand into tiny little pieces."Ehh. Maybe after I graduate, a little graduation present," she said as she let the pieces fly out the window.

[Thomas Middleton]

"Nope, it isn't right, because some of them tend to have diseases. It sucks rather mightily, to be honest," he sighed. Thankfully, he hadn't contracted any sort of illness from his one-night, two-night, or half-night stands. Protection, kiddies, protection. Plus, he was picky about his skanks; he made sure that they were healthy before banging them. "Well, I am the best quality bang at this school," said Thomas, as though this were the most obvious question in the world, "but I wouldn't know about any of the other professors ... I don't like to bang my colleagues, and I've yet to meet someone who can change my mind about that. I have standards, missy." He crossed his arms professionally, examining one of his hands.

His brown eyes widened in shock at first, but then he settled for a smirk. "Actually, it's not a sin ... More like a bit of fun, you know? I'm sure Jesus wouldn't mind, he'd understand where I'm coming from. I mean, look, he was friends with that one chick, Magdelene or whatever, and I'm sure they weren't totally platonic." Thomas winked at Julia. Hopefully she wasn't one of those crazy religious people (coughLauraMallorycough), who took everything said about Jesus and God and whatnot to mean he was trying to kill their entire family. If she was, well, he had his wand for a reason.

Damn, this girl had her priorities straight! One of the first women who he had ever met that didn't want to be in a deep, meaningful relationship. Some of the nightmares he had been with were like, "Come on, Tom, let's talk, stop taking off my clothes!" It was exceptionally terrible. Hence, why he tended to deal more in the skank department as of late. "Damn straight. I'd rather not be tied down for the majority of my life, ya know? We were put here to have fun, not to ... not have fun." Man, did this guy have a way with words. He was super close to Shakespeare. In fact, he might even be Shakespeare. Nobody knows if it was actually him, do they? Well, now we know: it is Thomas Middleton.

"Well, they're kinda nice jeans, really," Thomas muttered, his eyes snaking down her legs. What? No. Noooo. He quickly brought his gaze back up to her face, doing his best not to look down again. "That's why most people go to classes, I'm sure. Just hoping that maybe, just maybe, I'll be subbing or I'll drop in." Tom leaned back onto the ground, propping himself up with his elbows. He chuckled at her graduation remark. "Hmmm," he murmured, taking turns with each elbow so he could roll up the sleeves of his long-sleeve, button shirt. "Maybe. We'll see. Anyway, what's your name? I don't think I've had you in any of my classes before."

[Julia McIntyre]

"Or you get them prego and you get stuck being their baby daddy," she said ripping the picture in her hand. She had anger issues. "Not that I should be complaining, since I myself was mistake of epic proportions," she said staring at the torn picture of her mother. "But anyway this skank is taking, She married some rich old guy," she said holding up a picture of her mother and her new stepdad. She laughed as he continued to build himself up. "Well I could tell that much already," she said feistly, "I mean you are the hottest guy I've met in a while, to bad you are not younger, or I was older." She grabbed another magazine and flipped through it looking for her mothers picture. "Oh I know you must have morals, or else you would have been fired a long time ago, but you must have heard something, in the teachers lounge perhaps, they do have one of those don't they?" she rambled.

"Oh I hope Jesus got some, or else that story would be so much more depressing, imagine, life with no one night stands," she said with a smile. It wasn't like she knew anything about one night stands, other then what she learned from her mommy and daddy. She had yet to swipe the V card. But she was on it, it needed to be the hottest guy in school, she just hadn't found him yet. Plus whenever her random make out sessions took a turn for that direction, Julia got all nervous and clumsy and would ruin it. She didn't want to make the same mistake her parents did. She didn't need a baby.

"Exactly, why don't other guys at this school get that, they get all lovey dovey, makes me want to vomit," she said putting down the magazine in her hand and grabbing for another. It was so fake, teenage love. all it was was a way for tiny boppers to make money off other peoples heartache. It was all a big conspiracy. Damn, why was she so cynical?

She laughed as she saw his eyes roaming. "It's fine to look, you just can't touch" she said allowing her own eyes to wander from his face. "Dude, that's the only reason I sign up for classes, I see a guy is teaching and I sign up, a lot of professors here are really hot," she said matter of factly. "And not just the guy ones," she added with a glint of mischievousness in her brown eyes. "Ohh right, I'm Julia, and I don't usually show up to class. I am smart enough to read the book, no class time needed, That's why I am in ravenclaw," she said smiling, "Oh and who are you?"