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Post by Lyra Newbury on Sept 14, 2009 19:53:56 GMT -5
Lyra sat by herself in the common room. As it was most often, there were plenty of people around, lounging on the various couches and chairs, or simply sprawled out on the rug before the hearth. Everyone was deep in conversation about practically everything and anything. Except Lyra.
She was content to sit alone and look at the pictures in the fashion magazine Sam had lent her. After the Yule Ball, where Sam had taken her dress shopping in some of the fanciest shops, Lyra had pestered Sam relentlessly about her wardrobe. Before making friends with Sam, Lyra was well dressed and admired by some of the other girls for her outfits. But Lyra's family was not wealthy and she didn't have the opportunities Sam had to wear designer clothes as she wished. So she studied the outfits in the magazines, determined to one day marry a man who could afford any and all of it.
Periodically Lyra would glance up, either when it got oddly quiet in the room, or obnoxiously loud. It was one of those quiet moments now when Lyra tore her eyes from the high fashion models posing in their outrageous robes. She scanned the room for nothing in particular, and seeing a friendly face she smiled.
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Post by Ashton Lane on Sept 14, 2009 23:08:08 GMT -5
(I haven't used him in a while)
It was far too early to expect the common room to be cleared, but he was taking his chances, actually he didn't want the room clear at all, he was hoping Allaire might be there. A swift glance around told him otherwise, although he did see someone he knew and smirked while making a sly approach.
"Well well, look who the cat dragged out." he relayed with a cheshire grin.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Sept 15, 2009 0:43:29 GMT -5
Ashton approached and Lyra politely shut her magazine and laid it on her lap. She could hear the gorgeous women on the pages plead for her to pay attention to them, and buy their garments. Wizarding magazine ads were always nagging you to buy their merchandise, but their voices were easily muffled by turning the pages (the models, even just their pictures, didn't have enough brains to simply walk onto the next page or onto the cover to peddle their goods).
Lyra fluffed her hair and smirked. "I hardly look as though I was dragged in by any creature, thank you. I happen to look stunning today," she teased him.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Sept 15, 2009 1:05:04 GMT -5
Collin was a bit surprised to see the common room so crowded. He didn't like massive amounts of people, and was about to head to his dormitory to read when he saw Lyra and Ashton in a corner and decided to join them. He walked over and heard the end of what Lyra had said.
"I second that," Collin said with a grin. He stepped forward and hopped onto one of the chairs next to Lyra. "What's up," Collin asked.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Sept 15, 2009 22:00:43 GMT -5
Lyra smiled cheerfully at Collin. He certainly knew how to get on her good side. "Thank you Collin. I can always count on you for your honest opinion." She giggled a bit as she repositioned herself in her chair so that she was angled to be able to speak clearly with both Ashton and Collin.
"I'm not really up to much. Just flipping through a magazine and spying on the firsties," she replied. She nodded in the direction of the three first years in the opposite corner who were all huddled over something and whispering.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Sept 15, 2009 22:07:37 GMT -5
"Any time Lyra," Collin winked at Lyra and grinned. "Fashion magazines huh?" he asked. Collin was obviously not very into fashion magazines. He got his robes in Diagon Alley, mostly just black, he wasn't choosy, and his normal muggle clothes were the same way. Apperences just weren't that high on Collin's priority list.
"Ah first years," Collin chuckled. "They're so young, so innocent," he rolled his eyes. "We were never that way, were we?" he asked the other two. Collin was surprised he didn't remember much from his first year, except for maybe running around being a little hellion to his older brother. The first years now seemed so tame comared to how Collin remembered himself at 11.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Sept 21, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -5
((God-moding with permission from Sam))
"Yes. Fashion magazines. Don't act like you aren't totally enthralled with them yourself, Collin."
A group of pretty sixth year girls came in and instantly caught Ashton's eye. He smirked and excused himself. Better prospects laid elsewhere, and he followed them like a hormone driven teenage boy.
Lyra laughed as Ashton left. "Some of us have grown up since first year. But there are definitely some that still maintain the same short attention span as when they were eleven." She smiled and cocked her head a bit to the right. "You're a Borgin, darling. I doubt you were ever innocent."
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Post by Ashton Lane on Sept 22, 2009 16:48:28 GMT -5
Ashton was content to listen for a while. He did enjoy the company of a beautiful woman now and again, though his mind was more or less focused on one beautiful woman and he couldn't get her off his mind. Still it wasn't too bad an idea to converse where he could. He was aware of the recent drama that had occurred around Lyra but he hadn't been any part of it and was less concerned with any rumors that might have spread.
He was about to join the conversation again when a familiar face called him over. She looked distressed and since she was one of the few people Ashton could even fathom calling friend he was genuinely intrigued and concerned. He made his casual smirk and an excuse and made for the girls passing by. It was far more acceptable to appear as if he were chasing skirts than showing a weakness for someone in particular, especially in a Slytherin setting.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Sept 28, 2009 1:14:23 GMT -5
Collin chuckled to himself as they watched Ashton chase some girl that had walk past.
"Oh you know me," Collin smiled. "Can't get enough of those fashion magizines. I steel Colette's all the time." As he said that, some first year walking past looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Collin looked at him and glared, scaring the kid and making him run off.
"Okay, well I was more innocent than I am now," he smirked, leaning back in the seat. "I used to drive my brother crazy when I was younger."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Sept 28, 2009 1:21:45 GMT -5
"Yes, I remember that. You used to run after Cillian and cry about those mean girls who pushed you into the girls lavatory." She smirked, remembering that she had been one of those girls herself. But of course it wasn't her idea. Definitely not...
"I don't know when you grew out of it, but Aubri still hasn't. She's such a pain." Any chance she could get to jab Aubrielle she took.
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Post by Kyle Landers on Sept 28, 2009 9:11:01 GMT -5
Although it had been quiet only moments before, conversation arose from a few of the sixth and seventh years students. His face became a grimace because he knew there was nothing he could do about it. This bothered him a great deal as he much needed a place to study, but had yet to find a place quite as peaceful.
Bloody social miscreants, some people have work to do, he thought to himself before shaking his head.
It was the common room after all, he had no right to it alone. Of course the only reason he was down here to begin with was that some jerk, who if he found he was going to give a shiner, set off a stink bomb in his room. It smelled disgusting, really rancid, and he was currently trying to find a spell to make it dissipate. Which was proving more difficult than it was worth. There were dozens of places for the spell to be at, and he had reduced himself to house spells, and still had yet to find it.
Then an idea hit him, they were all a few years older, maybe one of them knew one, or could at least point him in the general direction. He debated breaking into their conversation. Then again it was one interruption and then he would be out of their hair.
Shrugging, he decided to go for it.
"Hey, do any of you know a good spell to get rid of an awful smell? Some smart arse set off a stink bomb in my room," he said, his voice a bit dark, but cheerful as he tried to come off nice to them.
Of course he was nice, he supposed, but he was just in a fowl mood at the moment.
He was sitting half way across the room at one of the large writing tables, so he wondered if they would even know where his voice came from.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Oct 4, 2009 23:50:04 GMT -5
"If myu memory serves me correctly, I believe YOU were one of those mean girls, Miss Newbury." Collin poked her playfully. "You and your roomates used to pick on me all the time when we were first years." He chuckled.
Another boy that Collin never bothered to meet approached them and asked them a question. Collin looked over at Lyra with an expression that stated 'Did he REALLY just ask us this?'
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 4, 2009 23:59:12 GMT -5
Lyra laughed cruelly, but a playful smirk remained on her lips. She had only been a first year afterall. It was hardly fair to hold it against her so many years later. It was a good thing Collin clearly felt no hard will toward her for it.
As the younger student came up to them, Lyra caught the look from Collin. She didn't bother to hide her laughter at it, and doubled over. "For f*ck's sake Collin, help the little prat out. You know what its like to be picked on." She straightened herself out, her laughter softening to a giggle. Then she looked at the boy. "It's Kyle, right? Have you considered actually looking the spell up yourself?"
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Post by Kyle Landers on Oct 5, 2009 8:07:00 GMT -5
Did she just call me a brat? Bloody wench, I oughta... He stopped the thought before he went anywhere with it, they seemed rather friendly with each other, and they were all a couple years older, now wasn't the time to start picking fights. He did his best to control his breathing.
"Ya, its Kyle, and what do you think I have been doin' in my lonely corner of the room for the past hour and a half Doll? Not like I was studying. Damned books are worthless, whatever the prick used it ain't going away. I used breeze spells, freshening spells, masking spells. All bloody worthless. Thought you 'big boys and girls' might know a trick."
He was getting defensive again. Kyle hadn't meant to, but he didn't like taking any crap from anyone, but it still tended to happen. And in her own, cruel, mean way he supposed Lyra was trying to help, although Collin obviously didn't give a tooty fruity about it.
"Look, sorry, just forget about it. I got temper problems. Sorry to have interrupted," he forced out of himself as calmly as possible before turning to go grab the books he had left on the table.
What a bunch of pains, he started wishing maybe he had been dropped into Ravenclaw with the intelligent kids, or maybe with those pansy Hufflepuffs. No, no them, never them.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 5, 2009 20:30:51 GMT -5
Lyra could take his attitude one of two ways. Usually she would put the kid in his place. No one spoke to Lyra Newbury like that! But she was in too good a mood to react to the little boy in the big boy pants like that. Today she found it amusing, and laughed loudly at him. "Christ, Collin. Why didn't you tell me we supposed to be watching what all the little ones were doing around the common room?" she asked sarcastically. Then he was turning to leave and she nearly felt bad for him. "Oh come back." She sounded exasperated with him, but she wasn't. Not yet anyway.
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Post by Kyle Landers on Oct 6, 2009 8:41:01 GMT -5
While he was turned around he took a few slow breaths. His temper always seemed to get the best of him. His pops said it was his mum in him. Of course he preferred not to think about her in such a way. She had been nearly a saint to him, but she was long gone now, and he was still having trouble controlling himself. It was something he had been working on, and he was much better off than he had been over the summer.
Six fights over the summer, some muggles, some wizards, all fists and elbows. His old ma had scolded him, but not nearly enough to deter him from it. Someone would say something smart to him, and his anger would get let out. It started with shoving and evolved into a 'Donnybrook' as his old man called it.
"I'm sorry Lyra, that wasn't the least bit proper of me," he said a bit more sincerely as he turned around, a great deal more calm now.
The other young man's name was Collin he believed. He normally really wouldn't have chatted the two of them up if he really hadn't been in need of something to clean out his room. Of course maybe some of his not so mentally challenged roommates might come up with a solution. Until then he just planned one leaving the window open.
Kyle walked around to the other end of the couch and leaned against it. Sitting was for welcome company, and to him it felt more like Collin didn't want him around and that Lyra was playing cat.
Whatever, at least it keeps me out of that rancid room for a few more minutes, he thought to himself.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Oct 12, 2009 23:06:30 GMT -5
Collin raised an eyebrow at Kyle, but said nothing to him. Instead he turned his attention back to Lyra. "Sorry, no one tells me when I'm babysitting these days, its just expected of me." He chuckled. Kyle then walked away, leaning against the couch in this non-chalaunt way that just bugged Collin for some unexplainable reason.
"EWhat were we talking about again?" Collin asked Lyra, smiling at her and scratching the back of his head, his voice a little lower.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 15, 2009 21:02:29 GMT -5
It was clear to Lyra, and probably Kyle, that Collin wasn't a fan of the fourth year. At least not today. She thought this too was funny, and giggled a bit. Lyra was apparently in a very good mood today, better than she had been in a while. If she didn't know better she would have thought she'd taken a Cheer Potion.
Collin asked what they had been talking about, and Lyra had to really think about it. Kyle had completely diverted her attention. "Hell if I know," she said off-handed. "Something about you being beaten up by girls?" she teased.
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Post by Kyle Landers on Oct 20, 2009 19:22:49 GMT -5
Kyle had to do everything in his power to control to not make a face at the comment. Not that he really cared, but the last thing he needed was to upset Collin anymore than he obviously was by just existing. Leave it to the older kids to be undecided on him being there. One didn't seem to care, the other seemed to care enough to make it obvious they didn't want him here. It also didn't help that Lyra was cute. Of course she was, but his hormones, like always were playing tricks on him.
Wasn't his problem, way out of his league anyways. Then again he felt that way about a good few girls. It wasn't that he didn't have much in the way of self-esteem, it was simply that he knew better. You had to know your place in life, and where he was at now was not that sort of place in his life. Of course that would change one day, but not yet.
Kyle kept his mouth shut and kept facing closer towards Lyra than Collin, hoping that by not facing him fully would prevent Collin from focusing any anger from the comment on him.
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Post by Brenda Blair on Oct 22, 2009 23:51:27 GMT -5
(I really feel it's time I make an appearance in this thread....)
Whoever had decided to enchant the girls' dorms to keep the boys out, but neglected to reciprocate with the boys' dorms, had made a serious error in judgement. They certainly hadn't counted on a girl like Brenda Blair. It was all too common to see the blonde girl slinking down the stairs from the boys' dorms in a semi-dressed state.
As was usual, a giggle and the sound of smacking lips preceded her appearance. "Later, Cameron. It's been fun," Brenda said, and a moment later, she appeared on the top step, tugging her skirt back into place and putting her shoes back on.
She moved down the stairs and looked out into the common room. A grimace twisted her lips at the sight of Lyra Newbury. They may have been roommates, but they were far from friends. Brenda viewed the brunette as competition, and as such, she hated the girl. But there were also boys there. She glanced at the fourth year briefly, but it was Collin who attracted her attention. Recently, she'd set her sights on him, planning to make him her next conquest.
She hesitated on the bottom step, then finally decided to go over to them and see what she could stir up.
"Hey," she said, reaching into the front of her top and pulling out a cigarette. "Mind if I have a smoke?"
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