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Post by ienzo6 on Dec 30, 2006 1:36:21 GMT -5
...that's where he was, book in one hand, a pen in the other. Outside of the door to the prefects' lounge, a closed green notebook with purple edges in his left hand, blue-inked pen in his right hand, if we wanted to scrutinize the details. Pat was in his school robes, sitting against the wooden entranceway. One knee was in the air somewhat, and the arm with the notebook was propped on it. The other leg was stretched straight out into the hall, the other arm hanging limp at his side, hand resting on the floor. His eyes appeared to be focused on a blank bit of wall opposite his position against the door. He appeared to be deep in thought... either that, or daydreaming.
It was currently lunchtime, but Pat didn't feel hungry in the slightest, and, at the moment, felt like being in a place where it would be quiet. He had already checked the library, but the general babble in there today, however controlled and quiet compared to the Great Hall, seemed too thought-breaking for Pat at the moment. So, he had resolved to go to the prefects' lounge. Upon reaching there, however, Pat found he need not enter. The whole hall was deserted, so rather than entering, the Huffle took up his current post against the door.
On a whim, after sitting a minute in silence, Pat took out a notebook. As previously stated, it was green, with purple outline around the edges and corners. It was a little worn, but still in very good condition. Pat had been given the notebook as a gift from an aunt, during his brief stay at his family's place over summer. Since then, Pat had been dabbling a little in poetry and story-writing. He didn't think he was all that good, but still liked writing. He had also taken out the pen - he preferred to write in the notebook in pen, rather than with a quill.
It was only now, though, that Pat opened the notebook, to a page he had marked. He stared at the wall for a moment longer, then turned his gaze to the page, and beginning to write, oblivious to anything going on around, above, or below him. Such was usually the case when a writer begins to get in their zone.
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Dec 30, 2006 1:44:15 GMT -5
Keagan, on the other hand, had already eaten lunch. Thus was the privilege of having only two classes - you eat whenever you want. The downside, however, was that then you were left with nothing better to do than wander while everyone else was busy. Sometimes Keag felt that she just couldn't win. Weaving through the halls as she made her way upward from the Great Hall to the Prefect's lounge, Keagan was feeling all the more lonely as she wandered through the empty halls.
That is, until she found one vacant looking, silver-haired boy in the hall outside the lounge. Depending on the reason for vacancy in writing, this could be an opportunity for amusement. Smirking, the soon-to-be seventh year silently tapped the saddle shoed toes of her right foot against the flat of Pat's foot which extended out into the hall.
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Post by ienzo6 on Dec 30, 2006 23:05:28 GMT -5
Pat had failed to hear anyone enter the formerly-vacant hall. The only sounds that he had heard were the scribbling of his pen upon paper, and his own thoughts, tossing about different words, lines, and ideas. Apparently, his periphial vision had also taken temporary leave of him; he hadn't noticed anything else moving in the hall until something prodded his foot.
Having been in his own little universe, Pat was slightly surprised at the nudge to his foot, making a small gasp and closing his notebook automatically, although he left his index finger in-between the pages.
Looking at what had prodded his foot, he saw another foot, to which was attached Keagan, one of his fellow prefects. "Hey there, Keag," Pat said, his heartrate still a mite above normal; one would expect living in Huffle House to make him immune to surprises, but such was not the case. "Sneak up on people much?" Pat inquired of the lioness.
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Jan 6, 2007 15:41:44 GMT -5
(Sorry!  ) "Sometimes," Keagan answered, shortly, but not in a harsh way, especially considering that the smirk she had worn moments before had now expanded into a full grin. "Are you okay?" The boy looked a bit flustered; had she really surprised him that much? She hadn't intended to frighten the poor boy, and she hoped that he would recover quickly - she wanted to know what he was writing! |
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Post by ienzo6 on Jan 6, 2007 22:44:24 GMT -5
(('Tis not a problem, don't worry 'bout it.  )) Pat smirked, a slight measure of chuckling coming from that smirk. "Yeah, 'course I'm okay. Never better," he said, smiling fully now, his grip upon the notebook relaxed from the near-deathgrip he had had it in. He really shouldn't have been so on-edge from the surprise attack on his foot, but it's pretty darn easy to frighten someone when they're totally unaware of an assailant upon them. But Pat didn't hold this sort of thing against people. If he did, he wouldn't be able to survive inside Hufflepuff... But besides that, Pat was curious. "Why aren't ya at lunch?" Pat asked, wondering why Keagan would be wandering the halls. "You haven't been trailing me, waitin' for me to let my guard down, have you?" he conjectured, smirk growing more pronounced. He said so half in jest, but it was best to keep the conversation interesting, no? |
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Jan 6, 2007 23:46:24 GMT -5
"I don't quite believe the "never better" part, but I'm glad you're alright. Well...as glad as I can be while I was imagining potential mischief," Keagan replied, the grin returning to her features full blast.
"Lunch? Oh, I ate already. I figured I might as well come up here to the lounge and chill rather than watch people eat. I'm the sort that eats so much at meals that the sight of more food is sometimes sickening...But I'm always waiting to find a lowered guard."
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Post by ienzo6 on Jan 7, 2007 1:25:39 GMT -5
Pat arched an eyebrow at Keagan's answers. "And I'm lucky enough to be the lowered guard you found out, eh?" he asked. The silver-haired teen chuckled for a couple seconds before continuing. "I feel special now. I guess lunch just wouldn't be lunch without some kind of mischief..." he mused.
He put the corner of his book to his chin, further giving off the impression of his musing. "But what sorta potential mischief could you be plannin'... nothin' too drastic, right?" Pat remembered the scene from the start of this year, with Reina's swamp... he was still convinced that his socks from that day kept the smell of that magical bog with them, and he made it a point to not wear those socks if he could help it. And then there were countless attempts by fellow Huffles... attempts variable in both successfulness and stickiness...
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Jan 7, 2007 3:12:25 GMT -5
"Pretty much. It must be your lucky day." Keagan nodded before stepping over the wall and leaning against it beside the spot where Pat sat.
"Oh, I don't plan mischief. I only imagine, and I never follow through on my imaginings." This was true. Not only was Keag a goodie-two-shoes, she also knew that there were far greater mischievous people in the castle with far better ideas than she. Why even try to compete? She'd much rather be a rare accomplice to the mischief of others.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jan 7, 2007 16:00:50 GMT -5
Pat's face shifted from a musing expression to a smiling one. "I suppose that's gotta be true..." he said. "I mean, you'd be sharing territory with the Starbreezes. Gryffie Tower would be toast if there were more pranksters than just them runnin' around in there. Though, I'm a lil' surprised that they haven't blown the place up on their own, anyway." Pat didn't have anything against Alhana and Zsa-Zsa, but there's no denying that he thought they were an enviornmental hazard... that enviornment being the unofficially-named Den of Lions.
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Jan 8, 2007 18:23:01 GMT -5
Keagan shuddered at the idea of competing against the Starbreezes. "I would be putting myself in harm's way and risking physical distress to my person!" she exclaimed, though afterwards she sat musing upon her strange use of language in that sentence. "I must share a small secret, however. Gryffindor House has come close to blowing up on quite a few occasions."
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Post by ienzo6 on Jan 8, 2007 22:42:05 GMT -5
Pat laughed at Keagan's exclamation, as well as when she shared her 'small secret'. "Has it?" he asked, smirking at the idea. "Thought I heard explosions that one time I was patrolin' upstairs..." he said, somewhat under his breath, but he was only joking. "I dunno if Huffle's ever come close to exploding, though... you don't think we'd blow ourselves up, right?"
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Post by Keagan Gerislynn on Jan 19, 2007 11:52:36 GMT -5
"Oh, it hasn't happened for over a year, though," Keagan replied, thinking of two instances in particular. "And I know what you're thinking; it wasn't the Starbreezes, either." Keagan jokingly stuck her tongue out at Pat.
Keagan acted as if she was giving his inquiry some serious thought, and finally replied. "I think you have individuals in Huffle House who are completely capable of making that mistake."
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Post by ienzo6 on Feb 9, 2007 22:04:23 GMT -5
"Really now?" Pat questioned, musing a little further on the notion, cocking his eyebrow slightly. "And which individuals would those be? Are we in mortal danger, or what?" Pat well knew the answers to both questions, or at least had pretty good guesses for each. "And, while we're on it, which individuals was it for you guys? If it wasn't the Starbreezes?" ((Very very long wait for a very very sucky post. Sorry.  )) |
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