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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 27, 2008 23:37:56 GMT
When she was a little girl, Orlaith had a step outside her house she would go sit on when she felt the need to relax. This often occurred when her parents were getting up in her face, and her temper was quite brutal when provoked. She had got this gene from her father, who flew off the handle at the upstairs light being left on. One of Orlaiths most vivid memories is of her dad going crazy when she was a little girl because the man from next door had cut a lump out of their side of the hedge by mistake. Her father was quite a large man, and when his eyes turned red and ears started smoking, you better bet your ass the soon-to-be victim pelted it. Orlaith had found she was incredibly annoyed at her dads silly behavior, and found her self sat on said step licking an icecream and watching a re-run of the Rocky Horror Picture Show through the window of her neighbours house.
But now, obviously she could no longer perch on the step, she found solace in the great towers on the Quidditch pitch, and, strangely enough, in the Slytherin tower in particular. Maybe it was the essence of being behind enemy lines that drew her to that particular seat, she didn't quite know. On her lap laid a forgotten Herbology book, open at a page boasting Devil's Snare. She had a quiz coming up, and she knew she had to pass with flying colours or so be banished from her Ravenclaw name. It was a tough world being in the 'clever' house. You had to keep up with the others or get left behind. I suppose it was like a coward in Gryffindor, someone who didn't fall over chairs in Hufflepuff, or, god forbid, a nice person in Slytherin.
She almost cackled at her own wit, but groaned when the book on her knee went tumbling to the floor. She reached down beside her feet to retrieve the book, when something caught her eye. It was a shiny gold Galleon. Grinning at her luck, she flipped it up in the air from her thumb, and watched it flip into the atmosphere, quite far actually, before tumbling back down into her palm. She repeated the action a few times, before taking the money and twirling it between her fingers. Her chocolate drool-worthy eyes lifted the the pitch in front of her, and she twisted her neck to look at the three hoops.
Quidditch had never really appealed to the girl, except for maybe seeing sweaty lads bumping into each other and flexing their muscles. She threw back her head and let out a long groan, before a grin pulled across her lips and she rested against the step behind her. In first year, her flying lessons were preposterous. For one, she couldn't even get her broom into her hand, instead it lodged itself in her shoe- yes her shoe- and refused to come out. She was then heckled by her fellow Ravenclaws, for not being smart enough to control a stick of wood. And then, when she actually got on the stupid stick, it twisted and turned like you wouldn't believe, before jamming itself front end in the soil and tipping her off, much like a horse. And then when she had actually started to learn Quidditch- well lets just say the balls hit her more than the hoops.
At the memory, she visibly shivered, before folding one leg over the other, pulling her short black school shirt down across her thighs. Her black ankle boots, much against school rules, grabbed the suns rays and boasted their patent quality. She shrugged off her robe, and loosened her tie, undoing the top button and throwing back her head. For once, she'd left her hair loose, instead of the usual high pony, or even the side bobble she'd been having recently. Her auburn tresses fell in soft waves across her shoulders when she straightened, before relaxing against the wood again, the book forgotten beside her.
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 27, 2008 23:45:06 GMT
" No, Lad, fuck that and fuck you!" His shout was accomponied by his laughter as the door to the Tower several feet below her was thrown open and Tommy entered accomponied by a fellow Slytherin buddy of his, Max. "I don't care if you needed to use it for whatever big match you have coming up. You took it without asking, you little bastard!" Max laughed as Tommy begin rooting through the lockers, his eyes scanning the contents as he once again came up empty in the process of hunting for that damned broom of his. " I don't even know why you are so bent outta shape, Tommy. You have never ridden the fucking thing, yet you are pissed when I take it for my own? We all know your Father just bought it for you so you could once again have the best of the best." Hearing the sarcasm in the voice of Max, Tommy let a small grin flash across his lips as he swung around to face the man. "Aye, but let me put it to you like this. I've also never ridden your Mother, but I bet damn well if I tried to take her you'd be pissed." Grinning Tommy turned back around as Max laughed and shook his head.
"Alright, so here's the deal. I know damn well you lost the broom, which means you get to root around all down here and I get to go upstairs. Got it? Great." Without waiting for an answer he walked by the man, making his way to the stairs, and as he passed Max he punched him in the shoulder. Hard enough it showed he was annoyed about the theft of his broom, but not hard enough to start a fight, not that Max would anyways. Usually the only one brave enough to take on Tommy was Axel, and that's because that battle always ended with the two Seventh years getting drunk of their asses on fire whiskey and going out chasing girls, and everytime they brought girls back to the Dormitory. Max shook his head and went to look through the lockers as Tommy began climbing the stairs. He was dead set on finding this broom, offering it to Max, and then breaking the fucking thing in half right before his eyes. And had the fool just asked, Tommy would have let him keep it. Funny how that worked out, huh?
Cresting the final stair, he lowered his shoulder and pushed open the second door, entering the second floor of the Slytherin Tower, and not noticing the woman sitting next to the window. With his back turned to her, he shoved open the broom closet and looked through them. "No wonder you stole it, when was the last time our damn team updated the fucking broom stock? It looks like you guys are riding something Filch would use to clean the Great Hall." Down stairs he could hear the laugh of Max as he shouted his agreement. Slamming the door to the broom closet shut he found himself looking right at Orlaith. Well, that's not always expected to happen, especially in the Slytherin Tower. Huh, well, this broom hunt just got alot more interesting. "Well, I know you Ravenclaws are suppose to be genius level braniacs, but don't take this as an insult; you're in the wrong tower." Grinning at her he resumed his hunt, turning his back to her. See, unlike most Slytherins he didn't have the constant need to tear others down. Maybe it was because he was one of the first Mudblood Slytherins, who knows.
"Well, something tells me you didn't accidently stumble into this place, so how about you spill it. What are you doing here? And don't worry, I won't call the Malfoy police to have you taken away to some deep dark torture dungeon. Unless that's what you're into, then I think Axel is running the show down there right now. Really demented bastard." Shrugging he pulled open another locker and investigated, once again nothing. How could Max be dumb enough to lose a broom that was worth more then his life and didn't belong to him. Rolling his eyes he slammed the locker shut. "Moron." The word was whispered under his breath, but he finally swung around on his heel to face the Ravenclaw, a single brow raised quizzicly.
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 0:23:57 GMT
She heard their voice first, and almost shit herself, just encase it was Malfoy trying to make her life hell. God knows she didn't need that right now. She glanced around for possible places to dive, but as she heard the commotion downstairs, and the raucous laughter, her ears could only distinguish that it, indeed, was not Malfoy, and she felt her heart return to its normal pace. She didn't exactly fear Malfoy, but everyone knew what he was capable, and on the receiving end of one of his little spurts, about her being a Muggle-Born, she didn't care for. In fact, she'd much rather stick pins in her eyes. So instead of diving underneath the small benches and bursting into tears or repulsion. She took the coin from beside her and began tossing it in the air, just praying to God the noises weren't teachers- because then she'd really be screwed. Especially since she was skipping Potions. But come on- that teacher had it in for her ever since she knocked over a love potion and made a lad fall in love with a bench. Hmm. A teenage boy humping a chair leg in the middle of the Potions room? Detention me thinks.
She didn't turn as she heard footsteps, and instead carried with the flicking of the coin, listening to the footsteps, and the murmuring of the boy. She twisted her head slightly to the side, to catch what he was saying, and smiled at his comment aimed at Filch. She turned when she heard the reply of his friend from downstairs, and put one arm on the back of her seat, eyes turning to see his back. The lad, still indistinguishable then turned to look at her. She didn't respond to his look, keeping her face stoic and blank. She recognized from the Ravenclaw table a few times, but had never actually spoken to him except for that. Her eyebrow raised at his comment and she replied, smoothly, "No offense taken. Maybe I'm different. If we were all super-Einstein brainiacs as you say so coyly, then there'd be no competition." She then drawled dryly, "I'm aware this isn't my tower. It's just I'm hot, and I figured this was somewhere- cold."
She flipped the coin once more when he looked back at her, and caught it with an easy effort, her eyes purposely locked on his. She broke the gaze to stare back at the cupboard, before out to the Quidditch Pitch. She put her legs up on the bench beside her, turning her body slightly to face him. Her eyes swept over him once, before returning to his face. "Lost something?"
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 28, 2008 0:38:35 GMT
Watching her as she continued to flip the coin, he almost found himself lost in its revolutions and turns. He couldn't help but watch it, it was growing more and more entrancing with each flick. You know, come to think of it, Tommy really wouldn't be surprised if it was because of thoughts like that was how he landed in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw, with Maria. I mean, a god damn coin had him about as focused as a naked woman on his bed did, and that is never a good sign. Blinking a few times, he managed to tear himself away from the the coin and looked into her gaze, something he took in carefully. Woman, even more so among beautiful woman, had a knack for being able to suck even the strongest of men in with their gazes. Looking back at her, he threw on his well known grin and turned back to the lockers, taking in her comments. "Hate to say it babe, but if their were even a Ravenclaw who was that dumb, then you guys would have some serious self-esteem issues for keeping said student around." Then when he heard her say something about looking for a cooler place to escape the heat, he bit back about thirteen different comments and instead resumed his search.
Did he lose something? The sound brought a slight laugh from his throat. "Nope, I can't say that I have lost anything. Though someone managed to lose something that belonged to me!" He made sure to raise his voice as he spoke his accusations directed towards the man several feet below, and weakily you could hear Max's millionith apology from that day alone. Turning to face the Ravenclaw he smiled once again, and grabbing a chair put it down infront of her and sat down. "To hell with it, this can be his punishment. If he managed to find that damned broom he can keep it." Tommy was even being honest this time! He had more interesting matters to deal with now. Suddenly a piece of wood with straws sticking out of one end became alot less interesting when faced with a woman like Orlaith. He had to admit, even as his standards went, she was higher up their on the attractiveness list. It was her eyes he decided. They were a good color and accented her face well, they were something he liked very much.
"Well, I suppose before we get to the more interesting bits of the conversation we have to get those annoying pleasentries out of the way, aye?" Extending a hand he spoke," Tommy Sanchez. You might know my sister, Maria. She's about three feet tall, has a nice shrill voice, and has a way of making you want to kill yourself?" Laughing lightly at his reference he thought about Maria, the trip home they had taken a few days ago and how sour it had cone with their parents. Biting back those darker feelings he looked back to the Ravenclaw and put on a quick facade of good-nature till his true humor returned. "Can I ask your name, or shall I just call you Ravenclaw-With-The-Nice-Eyes-And-Great-Chest? I mean a name like that worked for the Dark Lord, granted his wasn't near as fun to say." Smiling he leaned back in the chair, his hands interlinking behind his head to form a brace of sorts as he looked at her.
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 1:07:33 GMT
Orlaith's head was turned away, gazing back up at the clear sky rolling the coin around the back of her fingers, and oblivious to his gaze upon it. She did hear his comment however, and turned back to gaze in his direction. Her head wavered away as she pondered the query. It was without a doubt, if a student in Ravenclaw was branded thick, it would be utterly preposterous and unspeakable. There had been several occasions she had spotted bullying of the sort- it was bullying- and yet had done nothing. Status was something to be kept held on in this school, whether you liked the thought or not. It was really not up to you. "Maybe said one was too cowardly for Gryffindor, too disloyal for Hufflepuff, but not nearly as proud enough for Slytherin- they would be considered an outcast among the Ravenclaws, if the sorting hat had decided them almost clever enough." She frowned at herself, eyebrows drawing a line, before they settled back into place and she let out a husky laugh. "Maybe I am questioning enough for Ravenclaw."
Her eyes dropped to the door as she heard the voice, and a smile played on her lips as she pulled her hair back to her shoulders, from resting on the one collarbone. Her fingers threaded through the tresses, releasing any knots, her eyes still stuck on the handsome male across from her. She laughed purely again at the two's banter, and found herself pondering who would be downstairs, "Whose is that voice?" She asked the guy in front of her, head tilted to one side and eyes questioning. Not that she had any special right to know, it was, in fact, their tower after all. She was guessing it was a Slytherin with the whole broom thing, which made her throw out another question, "You play Quidditch, big guy?"
She smiled at his quip at his sister, and nodded, vaguely recalling the girl, "What year is she in?" She then shriveled her nose and replied, "Do not mock short people. I myself am only 5'2. I've had all the joke as well- don't you worry." She laughed loudly at the name he had made for her, and repeated it slow, "Ravenclaw-With-The-Nice-Eyes-And-Great-Chest? I must say, that's flattering to say the least. And also Voldemort had nothing on me." She paused, shaking his hand before returning it to the coin. "I'm Orlaith- Pallett." Her eyes rose to meet his again, glinting with humour, "And what do I call you? Slytherin-who-isn't-a-complete-arsehole-but-a-bit-of-a-perve?"
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 28, 2008 1:27:14 GMT
Nodding lightly he had to shrug before agreeing, "Well, Orlaith, I think it would be hard for Voldemort to roughly have anything on you. He wasn't too good to look at, was alittle too pale for most, of and the tiny fact that he is 0-2 on the whole world-domination-purge-existence-of-Mudbloods." Shaking his head lightly he couldn't help but laugh, "And you know the kicker? I bet he would shit himself if he knew Tommy, one of the most well-known Slytherins, was myself a Mudblood. How do you think the old Snake would have taken that one?" Grinning he couldn't help but he amused at his own question. He enjoyed listening in as his fellow Housemates debated about how disgusting and filthy Mudbloods were, then when they asked Tommy what he thought he always dropped the same bomb, 'Dunno, I don't much disgust myself.'. The look of their faces was always priceless. A mixture of being scared shitless and infinitly sorry. Good times.
Listening at the nickname she gave him, he just looked back into her eyes and let the corner of his mouth quiver ever so lightly in a smile, "Damn, how did you find about my Mum's pet name for me? I thought she swore to stop using it in public. Guess I'll have to take to her. You didn't happe to here my Grandmum's did you? Mister-Muscles-Trying-To-Over-Compensate-For-Something-Smaller. She really was a vile old bat, though I guess she had an excuse; she was old." Shrugging he smiled finally, grinning at Orlaith. The longer someone hung around with this particular Slytherin the faster they would learn that stereotyping all of his House as jerkoff, sex-addicted, ego-maniac, bullying, Purebloods was incredibly insensitive to those among the ranks that dared to be different. Tommy was a jerkoff, sex-addicted, ego-maniac, bulliny Mudblood. People needed to learn to get their facts straight. Stereotypes were hurtful!
"Do I play quidditch? No, I have a life. See, I got good at making friends and talking to girls on my own, so I don't have to ride around on a room chasing a golden ball to get people to like me. I thought ahead." Pointing downwards though, he continued to talk, "Max, on the other hand, lacks basic social skills. Because of that he is forced to parade around on said broom to get a date, but the whore has a shitty broomstick himself. So he took mine, turns out he lost mine before he ever even used it, which between you and me isn't that big of a deal, but he needs to think he is in trouble. So if you will excuse me..." Holding up one figure in a motion signifying he needed a moment he shouted, "Max! Did you find my god damn broom yet! You better have or I'm shoving the nect piece of shit one you find up your ass! So keep looking!" Max, one again mumbled he was trying before falling silent. "I don't think he found it yet."
"Call me Tommy, that'll do. Not Tom and for gods sake not Thomas. Deal?" Only one person called him Tom, and that was his drunk of a Mother. Thomas, however, belonged to Maria when she was screaming at her brother. Yes, the girl who was a full foot shorter and about one-hundred pounds lighter, could bring her brother down with a good tongue lashing. Looking back at the beautiful brunette sitting across from him, he fought the urge to let his eyes skim across his body. That was a rookie mistake, checking the girl out right infront of her. That is unless you are dealing with a slag, but if that's the case you already got a whole nother set of problems infront of you. Like why the hell are you trying to nail a slag? " What about you? What keeps your beautiful self entertained? Somehow I think studying every waking hour would get a bit tedious."
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 1:52:10 GMT
Her mind wavered to Voldemort for a second. When he had finally got his comeuppance, the world of Wizard had gone mental in awe for Harry Potter- the hero of Eternity. It was a good time everywhere, the air was lifted, everyone breathed as if they expected tomorrow to be sunny and you felt like you could actually walk into the Ministry without being struck down by pretty ol' Avada Kedavra. Her eyes opened wider at his revelation of his blood status- for she had not previously known, and she turned to him completely, quite intrigued by the handsome male. Her head tilted as she listed to him, Ravenclaw eyes sparking interest and need for knowledge of him. "I must say, you slipped that one right past me." Her voice was light and airy, but the Liverpudlian accent still thick and full. Her upbringing was obvious within the tune she spoke, becoming her sort of trademark within Hogwarts. She pushed her fingers out in front of her, hearing the bubbles pop in her knuckles in a most unladylike manner which she would pay for in her pensioner years, but for now, it was a thing she did when she was thinking.
Her laugh at his comment about his mother kept her laughing through his little speech, and she felt herself soften to him, "Well I can certainly see the first part of your Grandmother's statement," Her eyes pointedly moved his upper arms and she pursed her lips coyly. What can she say? She was a sucker for muscles. She then giggled, strangely, at the second insinuation and couldn't help her eyes drop toward his crotch. Blushing pink for a second, she averted her eyes back to the window, shading her glance, before they moved back to him when he began speaking again. "All old people smell of piss. On my fifth-year summer I took up a job at this Muggle Hospital near me, and I had to sponge bath about fifty old men. I reckon I puked in 48 of their bedpans."
Orlaith released a small cachinnation at his realization of what Quidditch was really for. "Mmhm," She agreed, before turning her head to the hoops and then back again, "But I must admit to having a large scale picture of a half naked Viktor Krum on my wall when I was younger." She smiled with something albeit to mischievousness and glanced at his through her eyelashes quite coyly. She watched him then move to the door and call out his friend, "I couldn't believe you called him a whore." She laughed from behind open fingers, shaking her head at the girly nickname. "You don't play? So why in the world do you have a broomstick?" She immediately flushed, realizing her pathetic question lacked any sense. "No, I rather don't think he did."
"Deal, although I am partial to mothering name. Cuteee." She paused, lightly scratching the skin under the back of her knee. At the quip she replied, "You flatter me Tommy." Her accent drawled out the last syllable of his name and she rested her cheek on her knuckle, elbow raised on the wooden chair. "What keeps me entertained?" She winked in a sultry manner, which was broke by the laugh that followed, and she shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I'm into... err... I don't really have any hobbies. Or friends for that matter. I'm not a loser though." The last part she was quick to add, before rolling her eyes. "So I'm a bit of a loser. I don't click with girls. Their bitchiness pisses me off. And Ravenclaw lads need smacking. Married to their quills I tell you." She ran off the end of her sentence. "I like drinking and barbecues."
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 28, 2008 2:17:42 GMT
Watching her eyes, because to admit he had been locked onto her gaze, finding himself once again drawn into the deep pools before him. He had watched as she had openly taken him in, letting her eyes explore his body, and he had been enough of a gentlemen not to ask 'Like what you see?' No, instead he let her get her fill, pretending not to notice until he watched her cheeks flush and her gaze shift to looking out into the quidditch pitch. His eyes followed hers, starring out at the massive rings, the huge field, that to this day Tommy still had no idea why they had built. A field for a sport that takes place in the? Shaking his head he decided not to dwell on it, their was a whole hell of a lot about the Wizarding world which Tommy found foolish or strange. Some parts of it just seemed to not make sense to him, and never would. However, one thing did click in his mind, and that was taking a form of revenge upon the female before him. As she starred at the window he let his eyes gaze over her form and he found only one thing popping into his mind; 'Thank God Max lost my broom. If he finds it he can keep the damn thing.'.
"Oh I know exactly what you mean. I myself had a huge poster of Krum shirtless, god it was amazing. Sent shivers down my spine every time I looked at it, beautiful bastard." Grinning at Orlaith he gave her a wink. He was openly showing her that unlike most men he wasn't gonna try to switch the subject back to him when she mentioned a rather attractive athlete, what was the point? Instead he kept the conversation upon the man, showing he was more then secure in himself to not care if that was what they wanted to talk about. " But I always found myself just what he had hidden under those trousers of his. I mean, riding a broom every day, for hours at a time? That has got to do something down their that you just don't want to happen. Hmm, not that I think about it, I believe I can add that one to my list of reasons I don't play Quidditch. I like not having splinters down there."
Why in the world did he have a broomstick? Now their was a million dollar question. Hmm, how to answer that one. "Well, let's just say I had a Daddy who wasn't the nicest when I was just a young lad and a Mum who wasn't all there. So I guess buying me the nicest broom money can buy, although I literally have no use for it, makes things all better? I dunno, but every time I look at it I get just alittle happier inside and I'm one step closer to wearing that Reindeer sweater for the next Christmas card. Maybe next year, aye?" Laughing lightly at his own words, he looked upon Orlaith yet again, allowing his eyes the rare pleasure of a true beauty, something they had been lacking. A good mind and a wonderful body did so much more for Tommy then just a body did, and when you were in House Slytherin that was really all you came across. Because long ago he had learned that if he actually talked to the Slytherin girls he found himself wanting to kill them. Except for Lizzie...but that was a bad road to go down there. Two years of the worlds strangest relationship was not something to think about, even more so since she was back now.
"Aw, the little Ravenclaw loser. How cute, though I can't really hold it against you. The best years of your life were spent in an environment where it was study or die! Whereas I grew up around get popular or die, funny how different House priorities are, isn't?" Then she dropped a phrase on him he couldn't help but quirk an eye brown at. "Drinking and barbecue's, huh? Sounds like you may be a Gryffindor at heart. I think they are having a barbecue as we speak to celebrate how brave they were all week. They really do make themselves proud, little cuties." Tommy couldn't help but mock the Gryffindors, he found them so funny! They all fancied themselves Knights of the Round table and were always on the look out for a lady in distress. Hadn't they learned that the bad boy willing to break the rules got laid way more then Dudley Dooright? Laughing he spoke again, starring into the eyes of the rare beauty. "Well if you think yourself a loser, do something a little less loserish. Let me take you out sometime, a night out doing things a Ravenclaw would croak at the thought of." There it was, his air of constant confidence paying off. He was never afraid to ask a girl out.
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 2:48:37 GMT
Orlaith was a late bloomer, so her experience before sixth year was pretty much slim to nothing. given she did once snog a seventh year- when she was in only her fourth in Madam Puddifoot's. But he had tried to eat her face off. It had not been pleasant to say the least, especially later on when he six foot girl friend lumbered in and started shouting her mouth off at a timid Orlaith. The younger girl had found her way out of that place pretty sharpish and needless to say did not make any more efforts to talk to him after that. She couldn't have been more happy when he left at the end of the year. She shivered at the memory, wiping her mouth as a recollection of when the lad had literally licked her lips for her. It was disgusting. There was something just so unhygienic about it that made he squirm in her seat. She unfolded her legs, stretching them out in front of her before curling them beneath her bottom.
She laughed at his Krum comment, before shaking her head and slapping her knee, "Are you mocking me Sir?" She rubbed the back of her neck before turning her head back toward him. "Well in my own picture, which was of course above my bed, his hands were covering his... willy?" She flushed, "But I can recall his hands being quite small and everything being completely covered so I'm thinking, big broomstick, tiny..." She drawled off at the end, sending him a knowing look. Her grin turned up again, "Men go on and on about how much stuff to their cucumbers hurts. I just don't get it. You wouldn't a day with a falula- vagina. I mean vagina." She twisted in her seat, blushing manically after letting her mothers name for it slip out. She listened to Tommy's explanation of the reason to his broom, and she found herself enveloped in quite a personal tale. Her eyes visibly softened, but showed no pity, pity was a dangerous thing to deal with.
"Why is it Gryffindors never get on with Slytherins? Everyone knows Gryffindors have the fittest girls and Slytherin the fittest blokes. Surely it's just science that they get together. Could you imagine the power behind you if you did?" She frowned at the thought, stretching out her tie and play with the neckline of her shirt. "They really do make themselves proud?" She giggled, but found herself nodding along. "Good God Tommy you are such a bitch." She rubbed the crevices under her eyes, laughing as she did so and shaking her head. Then when he spoke next, she looked up at him with shocked eyes. Because she had never really received male attention- being a complete loser and all- especially not from someone as good looking at Tommy. "I-I... Sure." She flushed, rubbing her palms on her knees, before deciding she was being silly. "Ravenclaws would croak at anything that includes leaving school grounds. We are nerds through and through."
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 28, 2008 3:11:11 GMT
Tapping his chin lightly he ran through a mental list of girls forms, well the forms he could remember, and came to the conclusion she was half right. "I dunno, Madam, it is different among all the Houses. Our women are known for their ability to get naked in the blink of eye. Hell, sometimes in mid-conversation they started getting naked. Then again their is Hufflepuff, and I know what you are thinking. But they have some lookers among their Ranks, unfortunately the thought of anything beyond holding hands causes them to literally melt into a puddle of chocolate and sugar, I swear. I asked a sixth year out and she literally melted before my eyes, I think she still may be on my shoe somewhere." Grinning he tapped his chin as he walked back towards his chair, back towards the Ravenclaw. "Then of course their is your House, full of lovely ladies. Sadly though, you all care more for the quill and parchment then for us men." Then he came to the topic of the Gryffindors.
Grinning he couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, " You know, I think you may be right. Gryffindor do have quite a few attractive women among their ranks, don't they? Perhaps I should leave you in this Tower with Max and head on over to the Gryffindor turf? How does that sound?" His slightly mocking tone carried no hint of cruelty in it, and was purely for fun. Sitting down on the bench, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his back bent forward as he looked into her eyes. "Is that what you would like? For me to go find a young, fit Gryffindor? I might not like leaving someone of your beauty behind, but I aim to please." Laughing lightly he shook his head and looked at her, his face reflecting his good humor. "The reason we don't get along is simple; we weren't meant to. You Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs, you represent the middle ground of the Wizarding world. The common. Their have never been any truly great Wizards from that House. However, Slytherin and Gryffindor, we are the opposites of greatness. One representing darkness and evil, the other goodness and light. The greats are bred from our Houses, from our teachings." Shrugging, he finished his statement, showing her he wasn't an idiot. He understood House politics and how people thought. He was, after all, meant to be a Ravenclaw, but through some strange turn of events he had been thrown quite literally into the Snake Pit.
Sighing, he leaned back on the bench, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as a moment of silence fell over them. It, however, was a comfortable silence that he was quite alright with. It was the kind of contentment and pleasure. They had both achieved something more then they had thought would happen that day, they had both made a date for a later date that neither had planned. Lowering his gaze to her once again he smiled inwardly. She was well worth blowing off a night of drinking with Axel and chasing Slytherin whores. Though he had no doubt in his mind Axel would manage quite well enough on his own. " Well then, how does tonight sound, Orlaith. I have nothing going on, and I'm more then certain your studies can handle one night off. Hell, mine have been on break since Fifth year and I'm doing fine. Well, except for the fact I can't do Charms worth a fuck, but that doesn't matter." Grinning he heard Max below shout in joy, he had found the broom.
"Tommy, I found it! You want it back?!" His voice was filled with joy at discovering the very artifact that would save him from the beating he would have gotten had he lost the broom, but the answer Max received shocked him. "No keep it you little slag, now get the fuck out." Max wanted to question but decided against it. His nature immediately came to the conclusion that Tommy had discovered a female Slytherin upstairs, and that was enough for him. He couldn't be more wrong. Instead of being with a girl who would have been naked already, Tommy was actually with one who he didn't mind talking to. Atleast she had something to say aside from bitching about Mudbloods. That got old fast.
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 3:34:37 GMT
Orlaith's eyes were focused on him definitely as he spoke, she watched his mouth move with every word and knew he meant and would always mean everything he said. It was almost he thought about each sentence before he spoke the actual words, she thought, and she spent time admiring this power he held. She folded her hands in her lap, before her venturing fingers found the hem of her skirt, and ran along the seams there, intently listening still. A laugh escaped her lip, and she cast a glance toward his shoe, just checking. Raising her view to his face, she watched him move back toward her. "A run down of the talent I see. That is certainly an insight into the mind of lads. As if you actually think before you do." Her playful tone radiated in her eyes, and she found the coin in her palm, thumb flicking it back into the air, then snatching it with her grasp. It was an addictive trait she had recently got, and couldn't help but finger the heavy dubloon. She had never been lucky before, maybe this was a sign of something new.
Then when he later looked into her eyes and asked her if he should leave, she felt something pull within her, and knew she would be disappointed to lose the company of this Slytherin who was so different from the rest, but still contained that silent-but-deadly attitude. Especially as he made her laugh so much, a trait repeated at his comment. "You make me feel old and fat Tommy." Her face reflected back his humour, and her eyebrow raised with the corners of her lips. His next outburst shocked her, and she edged forward onto the end of her seat, leaning forward, enraptured by his short speech. His knowledge of school hierarchy was so true that she felt compelled to wonder just which house this guy belonged in. He surely was a mystery, and she did not envy the sorting hat at this point in time. She thought of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs being 'the middle ground' and 'safe' and realized he was correct. They were never mentioned in the legends. Ravenclaws were the brains behind the operations, behind being the key word, and Hufflepuff's kept things running smoothly, quietly. She thought of the brass Gryffindors, and the outspoken Slytherins and the argument lasting centuries, and she realized just how proud she was to be in such a reserved house. God knows she didn't have the power to be in the forever feuding houses.
She quirked up at his proposal, having previously been lost in a daydream. Perhaps she was made for Hufflepuff. She glanced back at him and tilted her head to one side, grinning lightly, "But if I miss my all important study night I could fail at Herbology and then I'd really be a complete loser. And I'm completely blowing Potions." The leaves around her Herbology book- which lay discarded behind her- twitched ferociously. She turned and glanced at the book, before smiling widely and turning back to him. "Fuck it. I'm already a loner. Sure. Tonight."
She laughed as she heard his friend from below shouting up, and turned her gaze back to Tommy, wondering if he'd be leaving now. At his reply, she smiled, tilting her head to one side, pretty glad he'd decided to stay rather than go off with whatever his name is. "Where would you be taking me? And don't say anywhere by broom because I'm shit scared of heights and I'm wearing a skirt and its picking up a breeze and I don't want the world seeing my 'Tuesday' knickers now do I?"
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 28, 2008 3:57:25 GMT
Looking at her face, he wondered just how it was the damned House Ravenclaw worked. Clearly because she had never been asked out before, or atleast not that often, she know just how attractive she was to the opposite sex. Because of that, she should have been the dream girl for any of those Slytherin losers. They could get her no problem, she was the kind of girl who wanted a guy who plain and simple wasn't gonna make her feel like shit. Funny, huh? How some girls actually cared about that! Slytherin girls you could insult and yell at all you wanted, most found it a turn on and liked being dominated. Yes, House Slytherin was full of freaks. But their was something about the Ravenclaw before him, something pure and beautiful that had tamed the lady killer within Tommy. The desire to get on, get in, and get out and tamed as he talked to her. Odd.
When he heard her announce her desire to make it tonight, how she cursed all studies for an evening with him, he had to admit he found it as a bit of a turn on. Maybe it was that fantasy of the quite girl who just wanted someone to notice her, or maybe it was the fact that she had said fuck it to studies to go on a date with him and she was a Ravenclaw. To put what she had just done into perspective would be Rose Weasley killing Albus Potter and deciding to go make out with Axel instead. It had seemed that impossible, Tommy had been all ready to cancel a weekend plan, my my what a surprising girl she was proving to be. As she leaned forward, closer to him he felt himself drawn to her. The smell of her perfume flooded his senses, caused him to even become confused for a moment as her scent enraptured him. Starring at the ground, he managed a few forced blinks as he fought to regain control. This Ravenclaw was really giving him a run for his money; honestly he wasn't sure where his desire to be a ladies man ended and his desire simply for her started. But the line was blurring faster and faster by the second.
Looking up into her eyes, he gave her a small smile, his eyes blazing with amusement at the situation. "Hmm, where shall I take you? Well let's see. I can take the Gryffindor route and find the most romantic place on the Grounds. Perhaps a moonlit picnic by the lake. Then again there is always the Slytherin route of taking a girl out to the Forbidden Forest, tends to get them so scared they get into a mood where all they want is physical satisfaction. Or I can go the dirtball road and take you to Hogsmeade and get you really drunk." Smiling lightly he realized for the first time that with both of them leaning over like this, just how close they were. "Or I can simply do whatever the hell sounds the most fun to me at the time. That is usually the route I follow, seeing as how I hate living my life according to a pre-thought out plan. Takes all the flare out of it." Looking upon her again, he took in the beauty of her face, the fullness of her lips.
Smiling lightly he let out a soft chuckle, the sound throaty and filled with passion. "Which sounds best to you? Romantic picnic, hot and heavy nature hike, drunken confusion, or playing it by ear and seeing where the fates take us?" For the first time in a long time with a girl, he hoped she picked the final option. He didn't wanna get her drunk out of her mind, where was the fun in that? And he didn't wanna take her out if all he planned on doing was getting in her pants, he had Slytherins for that. No, he actually wanted to see where that date would go, and what better way to ensure such things then forcing her to chose? To give her the sense of control, of power. Most girls, even if they wouldn't admit it, loved being controlling. It was time to see how this one thought about such things.
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 4:24:39 GMT
During the period of time in which his eyes were focused upon her, Orlaith felt herself blushing profusely to a point where she had to look away, her innocence killing her. Sometimes she wished she could be like the daring Slytherins he spoke of, but she knew this was never to be, she always would be a good little girl. Her sexual experience was slim to none, understandably, and the pent up frustration within her, so much alike every girl her age, was boiling to the point of sensation and making her incredibly woozy. Naive to any attraction she may give out, Orlaith still opted for the short school skirt and tight blouse, more for that 'fashion' fit rather than getting attention, but unknown to her, the latter was achieved stronger than the former. Silly naive girl.
She turned her eyes back to Tommy, rolling her gaze down his face, resting upon his eyes and lips, before she found her own teeth gnawing gently at the pink skin around her mouth. Her gaze moved lower, more specifically to his chest, and she found her hand itching around the gold coin to reach out and touch, just to see what would be there. The thought frightened her slightly, and she quickly wrung her fingers within her lap, moving her eyes back to his, a darker brown now taking the place of the milky chocolate colour of before. He was twisting her stomach just looking at her.
Then to break the feelings she was possessing, she giggled at the comments, more specifically the the Forbidden Wood's theory, and she shriveled up her nose, wondering to herself just how many of these expeditions he was explaining he had been on. She tilted her head, wondering just what he wanted with her, quite pondering the situation. There was an obvious scent of flirting and teasing, but it was light, not the dark heavy lustrous things he was talking about when he mentioned Slytherin girls, there was humour- oh there was laughter everytime he slipped out a small comment that made her sides ache and something in his words and eyes that made her trust him to a certain extent.
She rolled her eyes up to the sky at his question, making a show of thinking and raising her finger to tap her bottom lip. Pursing them, she smiled. "I'll opt for the Forbbiden Woods one." She paused to see his reaction, before grinning and shaking her head, "Jokes. I'm all for play it by ear, if thats good with you?"
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Post by Tommy Sanchez on Jun 28, 2008 4:51:59 GMT
He could feel the uneasiness within her, the confusion about just what it was she was suppose to do now. He couldn't help but smile at her, a laugh escaping his throat as he watched her literally squirm under his gaze. You could tell how un-use to these situations she was, and it just so happened by a roll of the dice she had lucked out and bagged a Slytherin who wasn't dead set on using her as fast as he could and then rushing back to his buddies to share the tales of his newest conquest. In fact that was furthest from his mind, he actually wanted to keep her a secret from Axel and Nick. The duo had a knack for terrorizing girls that Tommy went after if they weren't Slytherin, they always said he was lowering himself to inferior standards or some stupid shit like that. Whatever it was, didn't make a damn bit of sense to him. Just looking at her was enough to scream he was raising his standards from the Slytherin woman who were passed around more then they should have ever been.
He listened to her talk, and when she had mentioned the forest he couldn't help but let his eyebrows perk up in surprise. That had not been what he was expecting, at all. Then she shot back to what he had been hoping for, and he felt himself relax. "Wow, had me freaked out there for a second. I know you haven't been on a date in a while, but wanting to jump right to the bad stuff? Thought I was gonna need to run a cold hose on you to get you calmed down before our date!" Grinning, his body still close to hers, he felt his eyes watch as she gnawed lightly at her lower lip, a sign she was unsure of herself. Torn between decisions, held back by inexperience to how to react, not knowing how to judge the actions of others. It was a severe handicap that he almost pitied her for. Smiling lightly he decided to take charge of the situation, someone had to, and she was about to bite her lip off if he didn't intervene. The plain and simple fact was, they had accidentally stumbled into a situation where tensions were high, the good kind of tension; someone had to break it.
Raising his strong hands, he gently took either side of her face in his hands. Her skin was soft against his, warm and radiated the heat of her beauty. Smiling lightly he leaned in the inch of space that was even left between the two of them and pressed his lips against her uncertain ones. The action wasn't filled with lust and a desire to take her right there, infact it was quite the opposite. The kiss was reserved and drawn back, some of its power held back. The last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm and already nervous Ravenclaw, he was one-hundred percent sure that would have the opposite of what he was looking for. He let his lips remain against her for a few seconds before he pulled his mouth away from hers, the same charming smile someone managing to appear within seconds. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? I to this day still stand by the statement that kissing is heaps and bounds better then studying ever will be. Perhaps that is something you Ravenclaws need to learn!"
Laughing lightly he realized his hands were still hold her lightly, and reluctantly he removed them, dropping his hands to his knees and smiling at her. They were still close, just as close as they had been before, but now the air was calmer, the tension finally gone. "Had to be done, I was about to explode and you were about to eat your own face. I thought it might save us both alot in the long run." Laughing lightly he shook his head. Damn, he had to admit he had liked that. A kiss he had enjoyed. How long had it been since that rare event had taken place? Wow, Tommy actually couldn't remember. Now that was a sad sign and pointed to the emotional depth of his sex-life.
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Post by Orlaith Pallett on Jun 28, 2008 14:35:17 GMT
When Orlaith was a little girl, she'd had this crush on a lad in her primary school. He was a pretty little thing with long blonde hair and high cheekbones, pretty much the epitome of 'angel'. But when you got talking to him you realized just how self centered and bitter the kid was. His parent's were loaded, his dad running for mayor and his mum a primped up, stuck up Barbie doll who milked his father for all he had, being fourteen years his junior. The boy made it a daily occurrence to bully Orlaith, the little girl who wasn't exactly wealthy, and soon his teasing turned into full on bullying, knocking the girls self confidence for six. It was here she became the raucous little terror she stayed for three years. It was due to the behavior of said boy that rose the hatred of pretty boys. They wound her up completely, and she just wasn't one for long hair any more, the cuteness factor no longer in her mind. She loved grit now, someone exactly like the man currently in front of her.
She guffawed in the most unladylike manner at her own joke, being such a loser and all, and had to hold her nose to stop herself from snorting and looking like a complete fool. She dropped her hands back together in the lap and quirked her lips. "Jumping straight into bed just isn't how I roll I'm afraid. But I guess you already know that by your reaction." She sucked on her bottom lip, before smiling again. Being 'easy' just was something that didn't come naturally to her, and she was actually beginning to understand why girls jumped into bed so quickly with someone as charming and funny as the Adonis in front of her. Her eyes ran down the length of his arm and across his side to his knee, hers next to his. She saw the difference in size of their hands and found herself hazing off into a daydream again.
He took her by surprise when he cupped her face, and she let out a gentle "Oh", her lips parting. She could do noting but watch him at first, and then when his lips pressed against hers, her chocolate gaze fluttered shut and her hands loosely rested on his wrists. He pulled away all too quick for her, and she felt a warm nerve roll down her spine, causing her to arch her back toward him. Her eye's reopened, and instead of the nervous blush that laid upon her cheeks, there was a more of a settled look in her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, letting out a soft but throaty laugh at his comment against Ravenclaws. "It was- average." She murmured, the playful attitude returning into her eyes and she resettled herself on the bench, more content with the situation and much, much calmer.
Laughing, she lifted her fingers to her bottom swollen lip, pink from all the biting,and sucking it in, she attempted to push it down to its normal size, but failing to do so, shrugged and smiled. She released his wrist and yelped as the Herbology book's leaf poked the small of her back venomously. She moved forward on the bench, casting an unimpressed look at the text book of which appeared to be... snarling at her. She grinned up at him, tilting her head and dropping her gaze to his lips without thinking.
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