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Post by Colette Borgin on Nov 13, 2008 0:30:35 GMT -5
It was Saturday night and Colette was laying across the braided rug in front of the fireplace. Collin had a date or something like that, so she was sitting with no one, though the common room was less than empty. In fact, most of the good seats had been taken at this point, aside from a few further to the wall. But Colette was reading and wanted to drown out the noise with the crackling of the fire.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 17, 2008 5:38:02 GMT -5
Ryan's eyes opened wide when he came into the common room. He had hoped for somewhere quiet to study, but it looked like everyone else had beat him to it.
He stopped for a moment in the entrance, looking for an empty seat. There wasn't one, and he decided just to go upstairs before someone caught his eye.
A friend he hadn't seen in a while, spread out on the rug in front of the fire.
"Everyone steal the chairs before you got here too?" He asked, kneeling to be near her level.
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Post by Colette Borgin on Nov 18, 2008 0:35:52 GMT -5
Colette looked up from her book as she was addressed. "All the good ones anyway," she said with a smile as she dog-eared her book and shut it. "But the rug's just as nice, it you don't mind the lack of back support." Pulling herself up from the floor, Colette got into a sitting position, with her legs crossed, placing her book on her lap.
"What are you up to?"
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 25, 2008 4:12:57 GMT -5
Ryan was kneeling anyway, so he went ahead and sat down near her on that rug. "Who needs back support anyway? We're young... Nothing hurts us. Isn't that the theory?"
He leaned back on his hands, his legs stretched in front of him, and shrugged. "I was going to try to study, but I swear there isn't an empty place in the castle. I didn't know there were even this many students. You?"
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Post by Colette Borgin on Nov 26, 2008 1:51:53 GMT -5
"No one wants to sit on the ground. Apparently they're all too good for that," she said teasingly. "But here is just as good for reading." She held up her book; Under the Blue Moon by Annaleigh Winchester. "What sort of homework do you have to do?"
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 27, 2008 4:22:06 GMT -5
Ryan read the title, refraining from commenting that even the ground they walked on was too good for some of the students in the common room.
He shrugged. "Something long and boring for Arithmancy. I have never met a teacher who enjoyed essays more than Renneau." He nodded towards her book, which he had never read before... or even heard of, come to that. "Good book?"
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Post by Colette Borgin on Dec 10, 2008 0:55:57 GMT -5
"Oh yes. Renneau...I've finished that already, thank Merlin. Like I need to be bored stiff all night long with that work." She rolled her eyes at the thought of the essay she had done. She just barely managed the required length of scroll the Professor had assigned but she was sure she would recieve an adequate score.
She shrugged. "It's alright. Good enough to finish I suppose. But I don't realy like this author. I had read another by her and didn't like it. That's what I get for giving her another chance, right?"
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Post by Dorian Knight on Dec 10, 2008 1:29:46 GMT -5
Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I would have given up by now. One bad book is enough." He paused and thought about what he said. "Well, let's be honest. I'm not much of a reader. 15 bad pages is enough for me to give up."
Ryan would defend to his death that just because a person didn't read, it didn't mean they weren't smart. He would just much rather be out on the field or doing any number of other things than burying his nose in a book.
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Post by Colette Borgin on Dec 16, 2008 21:27:01 GMT -5
"That's true," Colette said with a laugh. "I knew I wasn't going to like this one at about page fifteen. But I can't stop once I've started. Cillian says I read so much that I should have been sorted into Ravenclaw." She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Dec 21, 2008 1:34:54 GMT -5
Ryan smiled and rolled his eyes as well. "Hardly. Ravenclaw only accepts the socially inept. You know that's why they read so much... they can't deal with people... where you and I, Colette, are masters at dealing wth people."
Hence the cunning part of that hat's song. They fit the bill well. "How far are you from finishing it? I was going to ask if you wanted to come find some kind of havoc to wreak with me."
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Post by Colette Borgin on Jan 5, 2009 22:53:55 GMT -5
That made Colette laugh, the accuracy of his statement. So many Ravenclaw students seemed to fall over themselves for no reason at all. As isolated as she could be, Colette was not socially inept. "Oh, I won't finish it today, so I can put it off. Havoc sounds much more interesting than this. What were you planning?"
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Post by Dorian Knight on Feb 2, 2009 4:47:21 GMT -5
"I wasn't sure, exactly," Ryan admitted, glad that she had put the book down for him. "I was just so incredibly bored... I figured I'd find something to do if I looked hard enough. Any ideas?"
Ryan gave her a charming smile at this, knowing that Colette could be just as devious as he could be when she wanted to. It was something he always found interesting about her, and he was willing it put it to the test today.
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Post by Colette Borgin on Feb 2, 2009 15:01:14 GMT -5
Ah, so many things they could do. The options for mischief were endless at Hogwarts, it was hard to stay bored here. "I think there are some first years that need to be introduced to the Giant Squid," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. When she was a first year the older students had "kidnapped" her, along with a few of her friends, and taken them out to the Black Lake where they were forced to go for a swim with squid. In actuality the creature was rather docile, but first years didn't know that. Even the ones with older siblings. There were so many other things to report on during Christmas holiday, no one ever came home and talked about the squid to their younger brothers and sisters. Colette would love to be part of the hazing, which was like an unspoken Hogwarts tradition.
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