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Post by gwenogjones on Jan 25, 2012 3:01:07 GMT
 I LOOK INTO THESE EYES[/b] AND I DON'T RECOGNISE WHAT I SEE INSIDE[/center] Gwen was not having the best day. Professor McGonnagall had given her back the Transfiguration essay she had set two weeks prior and it had a big red B+ in the corner. A B+! Who had ever heard of a Ravenclaw, especially Gwenog Jones, getting a B+ so early in the year! Clearly fifth year was going to be a lot harder than Gwen had expected, and as she walked down the cobbled stone corridor, she made a mental note to study harder. She had just been at the library, looking over the essay to find out where she went wrong.
If only I had a place to study! she thought to herself, her eyes sunken and sad. Her hand grasped around the clasp of her school satchel as she realised she must have left her essay back in the library! She couldn't remember picking it up before she left. Even more frazzled than she had been previously, Gwen turned on her heel and began to walk back towards the library, still thinking about having a place to study.
Almost as soon as she turned around, she remembered; no, she had picked up her essay and put it inside her Transfiguration textbook. Phew; that was a close one! A quiet place to study would still be nice, though.
There was a small, golden glint that Gwen could see out of the corner of her eye. Puzzled, she turned her head around to see it, only to find that a door had been placed where the wall used to be. That was strange; where did that come from? She looked back over at the tapestry of Barnabas te Barmy, who only shrugged back at her from his woven canvas.
Her hand outstretched, she reached towards the golden doorknob and turned it. The door clicked open, revealing a small room with white bookshelves that covered the walls, and a small white desk and brown leather chair at the back of the room. The corners of her lips turned down; was this a trick? Naturally, she questioned the motive of the room and as to why it appeared so suddenly after her repetitive thoughts. She pulled her wand out from underneath her school robes and used Hominum Revealio, but nothing happened.
Ah well. I'd better put this room to good use, she thought happily as she put her bag down on the floor in front of the desk, forgetting to shut the door behind her.
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Post by aliali on Feb 27, 2012 19:26:34 GMT
Boredom made people do things that they usually wouldn’t do. Regulus was no exception. On a normal day he would be content to read in the common room or go about and play quidditch, however there was an annoying bunch of first years throwing a ‘party’, pitifully, and the pitch was already in use. After a while of walking around and wondering what he should do or who he might be able to find, Regulus finally concluded that there was nothing in this stupid castle to amuse him. That was, until he saw the door. Reg knew the fourth floor well seeing as he’d had Transfiguration there for the past four years, but never once had he seen this strangely placed doors. Or had he and he’d just not paid attention? In his boredom his curiosity grew and he made his way along the corridor towards it. No, he’d definitely never seen this door before. A door, he noticed, that stood slightly ajar. Pushing it open further he noticed a brightly lit room filled with book cases. His brows furrowed. Since when had the school ever provided placed like this to work in? He stepped in and pulled the door shut behind him, noticing that it didn’t even click as it clicked securely into the catch. Books. Everywhere. Books. Reg was so caught up in visually taking in each part of this strange, new room that he didn’t even notice the girl who sat at the desk on the far side. He only noticed when he was nearly on top of her. He stared. Ravenclaw… He knew no more than that. He hadn’t seen her before. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which he was glad of as he stood hovering somewhere behind her left shoulder. Maybe she wouldn’t know who he was at all? One could hope, couldn’t they? He turned and looked back at the room. Frowning, he scanned the area. Why was there only the one chair? It needed another chair. Before his eyes a chair materialized and Reg yelped in surprise, jumping backwards away from the new invader and bumping into the chair in which the girl was sitting, knocking it over and sending them both tumbling to the ground. ”Ah, sh*t! I’m sorry.” |
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Post by gwenogjones on Mar 8, 2012 0:01:29 GMT
I LOOK INTO THESE EYES [/b] AND I DON'T RECOGNISE WHAT I SEE INSIDE[/center] Like most Ravenclaws of her age, Gwenog had become completely entranced by the homework she had been given. She wasn't even sure why they called it homework - the word 'homework' made it seem like a chore, or something that was boring. But for Gwenog? Heck no, studying and doing her homework was sometimes the best part of her day, unless she was able to get out onto the Quidditch Pitch.
Before she had another moment to think about the work set for tonight's enjoyment, she was bowled over backwards by someone who she didn't know. The ink from her quill went all over the front of her robes and her hair, making dark blue splotches. The person - well, the boy, judging by the tone of his voice - apologised over and over again but all Gwenog could do was laugh.
She waved her hand in front of her face, still laughing and unable to get the words out. "No," she said, after her ribcage started hurting and the laughter died down a bit, "It's fine. Wow. Man. I was not expecting that." She rolled over to look at the guy. Definitely nobody in Ravenclaw, that was for sure.
"I'm Gwenog," she grinned, still lying on the floor as she held out an ink-stained hand for him to shake, and perhaps help her up on.
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Post by aliali on Mar 14, 2012 23:33:58 GMT
If there was a reaction that he wasn't expecting, it was the one that he got. Disturbed mid homework, shoved across the floor, and covered in ink? He sure wouldn't be laughing if it had happened to him.
Who was this girl? This... bizzare creature who laughed at being covered in ink... Then again, she did look a fair sight. "Blue's a good match for you." He glanced down at her robes again. "And I don't mean your house." He gave a half smirk half grin. Who knew blotchy-blue could be such a good look?
Regulus moved away and knelt next to her, unable to contain the slight chuckle as her own laugh became slightly contagous. She introduced herself while she still lay sprawled on the floor, still shaking with barely contained laughter.
Reg stared at her ink stained hand that she held out towards him and didn't react straight away. He let out the breath he was holding. What harm would a little bit of ink do?
Reaching towards her he noticed his hand and robes were just as ink stained as she was. "Regulus."
He grinned back at her and indicated to the sleeve of his robes. "I don't think blue suits me in quite the same way."
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