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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jun 22, 2007 22:49:44 GMT -5
17 November, 2007 Early Evening, 7:34pm
No, the Prefect's Lounge was certainly intact, to do damage it would damage his only real sanctuary. It seemed even his mind wasn't friendly territory anymore, not lately, and if you couldn't retreat to there where could you really run? No doubt all this really was was another complicated scenario with another complicated solution, except there was one thing that set it apart from everything else. Well, one major thing anyway, he'd no experience in this department because he'd always found some way to dodge it, now he wasn't so sure if he could dodge this one.
Any entering body of the student form of law enforcement would find him sitting on the far end of the couch with his chin in his hands and index fingers rubbing his temples. How the hell did you make sense of something you had no idea what to even classify, yet alone consider now of all Hogwarts years? It had only been three days since the odd encounter at the lake but in that three days his thoughts had bounced to all corners of the map and plotted so many X's that even a pirate couldn't make sense of it.
He'd been there for hours (going most likely noticeably missed at dinner by Gryffindor Tower), going over it all in his head, she'd been a complete prick, and treated him like the lowest form of existence--all due to his own unintentional provocation--and then mellowed out fairly decent at the first sight of apologies directed at her. But it wasn't your typical mellowing it was..almost like fear, timidry toward how she should play her cards. It was so annoying, amusing, it was actually cute. Had he done it? Had he fallen for someone, for a girl simply because of how malconfident she was with people?
Well, yeah she wasn't that bad off in the looks department either, but then again neither was ninety percent of the school if you brought their respective age into the equation. It didn't make sense, he didn't know what to do and he sure as hell didn't right want to risk talking with her again until he did. Cripes he was graduating and here was running the potential risk of tossing it all to the loo and for what really? What could possibly come of this that would be worth chancing everything else?
"Merlin...what've I gotten' mehself into?" The Head Boy questioned, brown eyes glancing toward the door to the corridors as though someone would actually hear him. Psh, what were the chances of that? Whatever the odds, he'd certainly managed something and it was quite a mess he just couldn't configure with parchment and ink.
(Open, not that anyone actually comes here)
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Post by arianna on Jun 23, 2007 1:32:13 GMT -5
"The Prefect's Lounge?" Arianna answered from beside the boy. She was leaning backwards over the rear of the couch, so when Corey saw her, she would appear upside down, a large grin on her face. She was sorta teetering there, with her feet inches off the floor and her head nearly level with the Head Boy's shoulder...only torso's-length in front of him, her hair falling neatly onto the cushions below. In her hand she held what looked like a hand-made Popsicle. And indeed it was; her own recipe of green tea, mango, pineapple, and strawberries, all mixed together in a frozen concoction on a stick.
"Though I'm thinking they should rename it," she commented, taking a lick of her frozen treat. Her eyes moved to the ceiling as though it was there that she would find the perfect name for the room in which they sat. "Prefects and Quidditch Captain's Lounge....maybe....but I prefer something to the effect of 'Prefect and Arianna's Lounge....Head Boy -Slash- Head Girl, Prefect, AND Arianna's Lounge....Just shorten it to Arianna's Lounge...Yeah, I like that...."
Between all of her babbling, Arianna held her popsicle out in front of Corey, but waited until the end to ask, "Want some? It's really good. And I swear, I'm not sick today."
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jun 27, 2007 13:51:23 GMT -5
The Ravenclaw's voice seemed to be reflected off his ears for a moment, for that moment he just sat there continuing to mutter, continuing to mentally kick himself, continuing to do alot of things except pay attention. And then the voice came crashing through the mental skylight he forgot he had, showering him in shock, surprise, and more tiny painful mental shards involving the word 'stupid' and 'attention'. Oh yes, he'd been deeply lost in thought but when did that ever stop anyone from breaking his 'wonderful' solace -- even if that solace was more like torture?
"Wha'? No--" Corey replied quickly eyes flicking to the upside down seventh year--upside down? Eh. Maybe he was losing it, it really was a fallout that was dependent on time after all. "No thanks...I-I'm fine, thanks for offerin' though." The seventh year finished after regaining himself. Surprise was both a wonderful ally and an evil prick and in this case it was as much the unwanted latter as Peeves would be appearing with balloons filled with puffpod pus. Oh well, you won some, you lost some, and for the most part you moved along.
But what of this? This had no win, it had no loss, it was smack in his way and in order to move along he needed to decide something that could right well change everything. How did you rationally move along with that and make it work for the better? For that matter, how could he guarantee the splash damage from his choice would actually be positive? What a curve he'd been dealt this time...what a curve in-deed.
However the curve was not his problem, his problem at the moment was Ari, and she wasn't' really the problem, the problem was what she might've overheard from his mutterings. He'd mentioned her name here and there, or at least he'd thought he had. In truth he couldn't remember half of what he'd said and that was what bothered him. "What'd ye hear?" Corey questioned defeated, there wasn't much of a doubt that she could've been there for Merlin knew how long and she have not heard anything.
Memo to self: Check all corners as opposed to three.
(Make something up, just make it...reasonable?)
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Post by arianna on Jun 30, 2007 0:35:31 GMT -5
Arianna lifted her eyebrow and took a long suck on her popsicle before saying anything. Corey seemed to be in an odd mood...Well, odder than usual, anyway. Even though Arianna did like the Head Boy, he was still a little on the strange side...if only for the fact that he was very quiet outside of classes and tended to be more of a recluse than most of the students Arianna hung out with. Still, he was a nice kid. Someone she would hang out with more often if he didn't lean so much toward the loner side. It was hard to play with someone you hardly ever saw.
"Not much," she replied, her shoulders moving in a shrug. With all the babbling the girl had been doing, she couldn't have heard everything Corey had said. She had, however, heard a few things she found quite interesting. "Just....something about...a girl.....I think you like a girl....and she's not me, I'm sure. I'm surprised, though. I thought you were my number one fan." Arianna made a pouty face, as though the boy were truly breaking her heart by liking someone else. Inside, though, she found it rather nice and hoped he might've found someone worth taking that risky road to love with and that all would go well. After all, everyone deserved to travel that path at least once in life.
Taking a moment to get herself rearranged, Arianna pulled her legs up over herself, causing her body to fall onto the cushions below with a small bounce. She didn't stop there, though, but let her legs keep going until she had flipped completely over with her feet planted on the ground and pushed up into standing. Arianna stood just long enough to turn and plop, upright, back onto the couch next to Corey. She grinned and watched him eagerly, all the while licking at her popsicle. It was too bad he didn't want any. He really was missing out.
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jul 1, 2007 22:58:21 GMT -5
Well there was no doubt in his mind that she'd probably heard more than what she claimed but, he supposed he should be counting his blessings as opposed to assuming the worst path of fate. Maybe he hadn't said her name, of course then again, maybe he had, Merlin he couldn't remember half of what he'd said, yet alone ohw much of it was actually comprehendable. No matter the circumstances of the words in the air, he was see through --at least see through to the Ravenclaw now finally perched upright next to him. It was a good thing she'd flipped around too, muchmore of that and she'dve unintentionallty dealt him a migraine.
It was true, he wasn't much of a social icon among the school even though his badge was supposed to require him to be. He hadn't intended to reside within the anti-social cloud, it was merely what stuck, especially when you considered he wasn't as...open, with his innner thoughts and workings as everyone around him. Alright, so conversation wasn't exactly at the forefront of his thoughts on a daily basis, what was there to really converse about? Classes, homework, the rare Hogsmeade trips that never came unless you snuck off campus yourself and then you couldn't talk about those because then you got yanked to Raynor's. There just wasn't much in his opinion to talk about. Oh there was Shaw, but that conversation was over after about two sentences. Definitely not worth the time or effort.
"So you're disappointed?" Corey replied in question, a bemused smile attempting to pull at the corners of his mouth. The popsicle was indeed becoming tempting, but his will simply wouldn't break. He wasn't one for licking off of others...it was like drinking out of the same glass, and within these walls that certainly wasn't the most adviseable thing to do, regardless of how much you could trust the person. "I would think you'd be happy, unless your feigning it for your own amusement..." The Gryffindor continued weakly; finding no sense to hide that she was right. At least he knew he could trust Ari with the dillema. Truth be told there weren't many people in the school one could trust with such information, though that was probably dependent upon the person. For Corey himself, there was possibly three.
The odds certainly weren't looking favorable this time 'round.
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Post by arianna on Jul 5, 2007 21:36:15 GMT -5
"Of course I'm disappointed!" Arianna exclaimed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes in a teasing manner. She took another long suck on her popsicle. Had she not been talking to the boy, Arianna would have had it finished already. But it was a bit rude to talk with the popsicle in her mouth, wasn't it?
"See, I had it all planned out," she explained, already feeling a bit silly, but deciding to just keep going with it. Corey might start to think she was odd (as if he didn't already), but wouldn't he rather see her bouncy and happy instead of huddled on the floor crying as she had done the last time they had had a good talk? "See....you crush on me MAJORLY, just like..mmm...half the boys in this school...and try to steal me from Nic. It won't work, though, because I like him FAR too much to fall for your silly roses and serenades and stuff. But...this...you liking someone else....kinda puts a damper on those plans, doesn't it?"
"But, for real, I think it's cool," Arianna assured him, her smile wide. "I mean....If I'm not assuming things....And you really do like someone....I don't know her, do I? I could...you know...put in a good word for you."
Exactly how she could but a good word in for Corey, Arianna wasn't sure. It probably wasn't needed, anyway. Arianna was just babbling about anything and everything that came to mind. It was possible there was something in the popsicle....In that case, it was a REALLY good popsicle.
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jul 5, 2007 22:59:23 GMT -5
All part of her plan, she had had a plan, well wasn't this interesting--even if it was just in jest? As the Ravenclaw explained, Corey listened, as has he listened he couldn't help but chuckle at not only how potentially believable it was, but the fact that she actually had a decent backup story for her claim as most would've just left it to die with "I kid". But wait, her and Nic, as in Nic Torque? Merlin he really did need to get out more; if only to pick up on information like that. It was always good to know who was seeing who--if only to differ pre-pubescent second years from getting themselves hung from gargoyle wing tips and stuffed in armor suits...
And then the joking stopped and what appeared to be truthful seriousness began, which Corey did sincerely appreciate. And he didn't appreciate it for the sake of his conscious, he just plain appreciated it as a general guy with girl troubles. "Doubt it, she's two our junior, and...but you an' probably ev'ryone else I can actually trust with this will probably call me nuts anyway, though I probably am so wha's the point?" Life was just a mix of stuff, upper moments downer moments and, like this moment here, bi-polar ones. "I doubt a good word would help me anyway." The seventh year added with a small shrug. He just couldn't understand how this happened, nor the more important reason of why, the girl had the looks of a dream but the temperament of, well, Jones, and yet that temperament seemed to make it all the better for him. Which, is why Drew, along with everyone else would call him nuts and leave him hung to dry.
Hell, he could probably find a reason to deserve it if he sat here and thought hard enough.
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Post by arianna on Jul 7, 2007 19:09:11 GMT -5
"Hmmm," Arianna frowned slightly. Two years younger....Nope, she couldn't really say she knew any of the fifth years. Not right away, anyway. That's how it was with most kids in the school, though. If they weren't in her year and/or house, Arianna didn't know them. It was a matter of not having the same classes and such. Hard to get to know someone when you never ran into them, right?
"That makes things a bit tough..." she commented, shaking her head slightly. "I mean, it's one thing to go up to a friend and say 'Hey, I think you should ask Corey out.' But it's totally random and weird to go up to someone you've never met before and start going on and on about how great your friend is...."
"I think you should go for it, though," Arianna urged, poking him lightly in the side. Okay, so she didn't know who the Head Boy was going for, and maybe she wouldn't even like the girl if she did, but Arianna for some reason had, as of lately, come to believe that everyone in the world should find someone. She wouldn't push them to do so, of course, but it never hurt to give a little encouragement. "Maybe she likes you back? You never know. And you never will know if you don't ask."
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jul 7, 2007 20:03:48 GMT -5
Made things a bit tough? Everything about this was a bit tough--hell, his entire Hogwarts career had been a bit tough and still more. And it would be over after this year, even if he was granted the grace of Merlin himself for it to work and her actually him he couldn't guarantee he could keep it working an extra two on top. Not even Merlin himself could guarantee that one, greatest wizard of the centuries or not.
"I think you should go for it, though, Maybe she likes you back? You never know. And you never will know if you don't ask."
It seemed simple to suggest, to just go for it, it wasn't like he had much to lose anyway right? After all he'd only met her once, awkwardly, with sarcasm and frustation thrown smack into the mix to make more than a fair share of waves, it sounded like a successful romantic comedy already, why not go for it? "Aye but is it worth it really? you an I, we've got 'alf a year left 'ere she's go' two full provided she don't so something stupid. Even if she does like me is there the slightest chance somethin' like that could realistically work?"
In truth Corey really did care, which was a big statement coming from someone who most people probably thought didn't give a licorice wand about an a single thing this side of the Channel--or the other one for that matter. He cared a good deal, he just didn't really know how to go about proving it. Which left him in quite a conundrum to fiddle with. This is what happens when you fall for looks but nothing else--and never act even on your stupidity...
You end up falling for the Irish...
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Post by arianna on Jul 7, 2007 21:19:59 GMT -5
Arianna shrugged. Who knew, really? Who could ever know what would work out and what wouldn't without trying it out first? That's what life was all about, wasn't it? Taking chances, testing the waters of this relationship or that. Eventually you would find one that fit. One you'd want to hold onto for the rest of your life. Not only that, but the other person felt the same way, too.
"It's all up to you, really," she replied. Arianna had never thought of her relationship with Nic that way. They'd have a year...well, now just half, to develop their relationship before Arianna went off to London and Nic returned to Hogwarts for school. It wasn't something she worried about. If things continued to go as well as they were currently, they'd decide when the time came whether or not they thought they could do the long distance thing. For now, she would simply revel in the fact that she was with Nic. That was enough to make her happy.
"If anything, you can tell yourself you tried," she continued. "Isn't that better than wondering 'what if....'?"
At least Arianna thought it was.
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jul 7, 2007 22:01:26 GMT -5
"If anything, you can tell yourself you tried, isn't that better than wondering 'what if....'?"
The seventh year could only listen as his compatriot and, in his point of view at least, friend continued to speak what once more sounded like perfect sense. And as much sense as it made that was also the problem, the solution made sense while the problem made little to none. Perhaps the best way for Ari to help him was to know more--though any other sane and noon-lovesick person would say she told him all he needed to know already.
The seventh year leaned back against the full of the couch as the words that could mark him for eternity began to flow. Regardless of what he said, he knew Ari was right, he had to try. After all, not trying was the equivalent of quitting. "I just dunno...I'm probably crazy for even likin' the lass. She's got a temper like Jone's...er...thenon-girly ones--the original Jones, and an overall attitude tha' probably drives 90% of the rest of the world off and away. She's, well meanin' no disrespect she's Slytherin which could say somethin' about her life motives...I jist dunno, I mean if I like this girl why the hell didn' I fall for Jones?" A valid but rhetorical question--maybe it had something to do with the fact that this girl hadn't decked him one across the face? Possibly, even Corey couldn't figure out this new territory in his mind.
Nothing beat going in blind...
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Post by arianna on Jul 10, 2007 23:02:40 GMT -5
Arianna had to shrug at that question. It was one of those things she admitted she just didn't have a clue about. It made about as much sense as falling for someone who was already taken. You could tell yourself not to do so, but without doing anything short of stopping hanging out with the person, you just found yourself in deeper than you wanted to be.
Of course, there could possibly be other factors involved. Maybe the other person's overall attitude about you or the fact that you always just found yourself hanging out with him/her more often than you did anyone else. Over time you would, of course, develop some sort of relationship you might not have with anyone else. Arianna didn't know if this was the case, or if Corey had met the girl only once or twice. In that case, there was something more to it she supposed.
"Could be timing?" Arianna suggested, lifting an eyebrow. She had finished her popsicle while contemplating the question and tossed it to the nearest trashcan. It missed by about three feet. She'd get it later, though. "I mean, you haven't exactly been out there looking for a girl like every other guy out there. Charlie's kinda....taken, I guess...that's a REALLY weird thing to thing about, though....and maybe now you're ready...whether consciously or subconsciously...and you find yourself with this girl that you otherwise would've never thought you'd be attracted to..."
"I'm probably not making any sense, am I?" Arianna's nose wrinkled slightly as she thought over what she'd just said. Yeah, she really wasn't any good with the philosophical discussions on relationships, she decided.
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jul 11, 2007 1:33:22 GMT -5
Could be timing? I mean, you haven't exactly been out there looking for a girl like every other guy out there. Charlie's kinda....taken, I guess...that's a REALLY weird thing to thing about, though....and maybe now you're ready...whether consciously or subconsciously...and you find yourself with this girl that you otherwise would've never thought you'd be attracted to..."
Jones and taken. Two words that should never, ever be mentioned in the same written sentence without one quadruple checking their sources first. Verbal was fine, verbal after all could still be heresy and heresy could be claimed on anything and believed. However, the coupling of Jones and McVeil was something he had heard about—or at least noticed, and it was the weirdest thing to consider. However to each his own when in Rome respectively; and obviously Corey was no exception to the ancient saying. The Gryffindor held his tongue however until he was certain the Ravenclaw was finished—after all, what other choice did he have? It was he who had spilled his guts, criticism and advice both came with the action.
"I'm probably not making any sense, am I?"
And there was the finish without a question to that, but it still left quite a few in his head. Contrary to her belief she’d made perfect sense and perhaps that was what was getting to him. That someone else could dissect his problem while all he could do was simply stare at it with a blank and white-washed face of confusion. It was agonizing in one aspect but comforting in another, not to mention slightly annoying -- again in a comforting fashion.
“I… No, ye make perfect sense, I guess…I just don’ wanna chance botchin’ everythin’ up, an’ by everythin’ I mean everythin’.” Okay so Corey thinking and being naturally paranoid about his thoughts was normal. Actually, the day Corey wasn’t second-guessing himself would probably be the day the apocalypse rose from the depths and swallowed everything. Quite an exciting day that would prove to be indeed. The Gryffindor let out a sigh of frustration while rubbing at his forehead with his right hand.
Simplicity was an illusion, he was living proof of it.
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Post by arianna on Jul 14, 2007 23:02:27 GMT -5
"Oh, good," Arianna let out a sigh of relief. She'd made sense. At least to Corey, anyway. Arianna didn't know if she would have been able to decipher what she'd said if someone else had said the same thing to her. "I thought I'd have to tell a story....Like...you know, I don't think anyone would believe me, but I'd had a crush on Nic when I first met him. But then he got with Lily and I couldn't do anything, you know? Then I went through a phase where I just didn't care about having a boyfriend and now.....yeah. I'm just rambling. Sorry."
Arianna slumped back into the chair, her face turned slightly red. It probably wasn't anything to be embarrassed about, but Corey probably didn't want to hear her whole life story. Okay, it wasn't really her 'whole' life. Just the last three years or so. But still. Corey most likely didn't care to hear it.
"But....like I said, you gotta take a risk if you want to get anywhere. And as for balancing love and everything else in your life....I guess you've got to decide what's most important. You can either compromise, or....well...you know... I don't think you should ever give up a dream for someone if you know you can work for it together. Besides. We're still young and resilient. If you get knocked down, I know you can come back stronger...and better...."
Arianna shook her head then, a slight smile on her lips.
"Dangit, Corey. You're making me think too much today," she reached over and poked him in the side. It wasn't that she didn't mind the thinking. But what if what she said was just horrible advise? Or not really advise, really. It didn't sound like advise to her. Just ponderings. But maybe that was all Corey needed.
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Jul 16, 2007 13:11:34 GMT -5
Ramble, speech, story, what did the length really matter if it was helpful in the end? All Corey knew was exactly what he'd known at the beginning, he liked a girl, didn't know right why, but he did, and now he knew alittle more on what there was or wasn't able to be done about it. Risks, that was what it was all about right, risks and consequences. He'd told himself, others too, that same thing so many times and yet here he forgot that very same notion. Stupid move, but not an unforgiveable one, not acting and leaving yourself to dwell on it? Yeah, that one was the inexcusable one.
"Dangit, Corey. You're making me think too much today,"
Speech then poke, an interesting combination but it roused a smile from somewhere in him anyway--along with his presumed dead sense of humor to boot. Kudos. "Too much? Since when was there a limit?" The Head Boy replied after having turned his head toward the seventh year with a raised eyebrow. "You've been a hell of a help y'know. Thanks." A pause. "So, you and Torque eh, hope it works out."
(One word. Ew.)
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