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Post by Niela McMorna on Jul 12, 2010 19:42:55 GMT -5
It was a nice Saturday out. Spring at Hogwarts was always nice, though. There was a gentle breeze in the air, a few fluffy clouds floating about, casting their gargantuan shadows across the ground and lake. Even the giant squid was relaxing in the heat, gently floating back and fourth just under the surface of the lake.
It was just the sort of day that Niela enjoyed. She sat out on one of the small sandbar peninsulas in the lake on a short, but wide boulder, swishing her feet in the water. It was beautiful weather; some might even call it perfect. If it were warmer, Niela probably would have just jumped in. But the lake was still very cold from the melting snow of winter.
Her sister was off with some of her friends, doing what ever it was that they Gossip Gang did. Niela didn’t care. She was not a part of them, nor did she want to be. She was more than happy just being her, and not her twin sister.
She grabbed a book from her book bag and laid back on the rock, holding the book up to read. It did a fair job of blocking the sun from her eyes, and still giving her the entertainment a good book was meant for. Sure, she could have been doing more productive things, like studying or reading a textbook rather than a novel. But it was a damn good book.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Jul 12, 2010 21:13:25 GMT -5
Collin was in a mood to say the least. He wasn't sure why. Woke up the wrong side of the bed or something. Even Collette mentioned how sour he was.
Whatever the reason, it didn't matter much to Collin. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he made his way outside, decideing that he shoudl probably study a bit for the potions exam that Slughorn had been hinting about. Book in hand, he headed to the tree.
He saw then, that bloody annoying Gryffindor 5ht year, Niela McMorna. What in the world was she doing here.
Granted yes, there was a lot of lake and a lot of places to sit, but Collin didn't feel like avoiding trouble. "Get out of here," he glared down at the girl. "I don't want to have to look at your face while I'm here." He sneered at the girl, knowing fully that she wasn't going to just get up and walk.
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Post by Niela McMorna on Jul 12, 2010 22:48:47 GMT -5
Niela was very much enjoying her book. She had gotten to a really good part and was excited to continue reading. But then, someone decided to interrupt her quiet reading spot.
Slowly, Niela lowered the book that was obscuring her vision, tilting her head back a bit on the rock to look at who ever had spoken. Collin Borgin, a Slytherin 7th year. He had been a thorn in her side for five years now. And not just her side, just about anyone that wouldn't bow down to him and his pureblood buddies.
Niela scowled and she felt her blood boil just looking at him. She was about to say something, but knew it was probably what he wanted. So, in order to spite him, and with a smug look on her face, she just brought her book back up and began reading again.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Oct 18, 2010 3:17:58 GMT -5
It was the smug look on her face that infuriated him. How dare she look at him like that, let alone blatently ignore him! She didn't even have the decency to say something back.
Well, what was the fun in arguing if it was one sided really? Didn't mean he was going to give up.
Collin pulled out his wand, never a last resort when dealing with pests like McMorna, and levitated the book right out of her hands before sending it flying over the lake, where it hoovered dangerously close to the water. He then looked at her with his own smug grin.
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Post by Niela McMorna on Apr 27, 2011 3:05:50 GMT -5
Niela gasped as he pulled the book from her hands and sent it flying towards the lake. She jumped up and turned to face him abruptly. Her irish temper came to the surface as she looked at him. He was taller than she was, by a few inches. But that had never stopped Niela from standing up to someone. Her bright green eyes glared at the Slytherin.
"Give it back, Borgin! Its My book!"
She knew he wouldn't give it back and after a few seconds of waiting, her impatience flared through. Instead of doing what most witches and wizards would have done, that be pull out a wand, Niela resorted to her instincts. Raised as a muggle, she had long ago learned how to deal with things without using magic. So what did she do?
She tackled him. Right off the boulder and into the shallow water, getting them both wet.
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 9, 2011 21:53:32 GMT -5
Collin was laughing as the girl in front of him whined for her book back. Oh this was more fun then picking on his sister. Collin dangled the book dangerously close to the water and then jerked it back up again, before repeating it a couple of times.
"Make me McMorna," Collin smirked. Next thing he knew, he was being hurled into the lake, clothes, wand and all, and Niela was right on top of him.
"What do you think you're..." Collin swore pushing at the Gryffindor on top of him and making her go deeper in the water.
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Post by Niela McMorna on May 12, 2011 19:01:56 GMT -5
Niela struggled with him for a few more seconds before finally climbing off of him and splashing water at his face.
"You limey wart!"
She growled at him, frustrated, and stalked off through the shallow water towards the shore. Once she got there, she began siphoning water off of her robes with her wand. She spun back around to face Collin.
"You self righteous, pretentious prick! Can't you find anything better to do with your time than bother me?"
She begins to wring out her now soaking wet hair.
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Post by Collin Borgin on Sept 23, 2011 14:55:29 GMT -5
"ME!" Collin trudged out of the lake, dripping wet and freezing. "You're the one who pushed ME in the bloody Lake!" he yelled. He glared at Niela, his eyes narrow as he watched her try and dry herself off. Her clothes were sticking to her skin and her har was a darker red than usual. She was actually quite pretty just then...
He actually had to blink a couple of times before glaring again. Where did that come from?
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Post by Niela McMorna on Oct 3, 2011 14:10:16 GMT -5
Niela snapped her head to look at him, it caused her hair to whip around and a few strands to get stuck to her cheek. Now that her hair was wet, he could see that there was actually some curl to it. Apparently, she would use some sort of spell to straighten her hair out. At the moment, though, her eyes were just enraged. She was glaring at him defiantly.
“You stole my book… My book!”
She quickly turned towards the lake. She could see it floating just along the surface of the water about ten meters out. She moved to the edge of the water and started to pull out her wand when a rather large tentacle came up out of the water, wrapped around the book, and dragged it under. Defeated, Niela groaned.
“Oh… No, please don’t….”
She sighed once the bubbles stopped coming to the surface of the water. Her wand hung at her side as she stared, longingly, at where her book disappeared.
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 12, 2012 1:01:16 GMT -5
"Whatever it's just a book," Collin rolled his eyes. Instead of drying his clothes, he took off his robes and sweater and hung them on the tree to dry, loosening his tie so it hung low against his shirt that stuck to him with the moisture from the lake.
"Ugh, I dont even know whats in that lake and now it's on me," he said, disgusted.
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Post by Niela McMorna on May 12, 2012 1:34:58 GMT -5
"Yeah well you deserve it."
She, at first, doesn't turn around, still looking at where the book disappeared. Finally, she turns around and storms up to him, sort of pushing him back against the tree trunk.
"You are an inconsiderate, limey-" she looked him over quickly then shook her head, trying to regain where she was going with those insults. Instead she just growls a bit, stamping her foot on the ground.
"I swear, if I wasn't afraid of getting kicked out, I would teach you a lesson of my own, the old fashion Irish way."
She turned away from him. She didn't have her robes on, neither her shoes or stockings, as she had taken them off when she had first arrived. So, instead, she was now standing barefoot in a soaked red and gold plaid skirt and uniform shirt. She looked down at her wet clothing and sighed. No amount of magical siphoning was going to get all of the water out of the clothing quickly.
"Blasted Slytherins..." she muttered.
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 12, 2012 1:41:31 GMT -5
His hands went up defensively as she shoved him against the tree. And he chuckled when she threatened him. "You don't scare me," he said, amusement evident in his voice. He towered over her, what was she going to do, hit him? He'd be able to pin her down with ease.
She stormed off and he chuckled again. "You're kinda sexy when you get all mad like that," he said playfully, words simply spilling out of him.
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Post by Niela McMorna on May 12, 2012 1:55:35 GMT -5
And that was her last straw. Her irish temper flared and she spun around.
"Why you little-" She was so angry she couldn't even figure out a way to end the insult. So instead, she did what any normal person would do. She tackled him. Luckily, this time they were far enough away from the lake to where they wouldn't end up in the water.
Instead, the two ended up on the grass under the tree, which was a bit tougher than the water, but at least dryer. She landed on top of him, trying to pin his arms down. The problem being, even though she was tall for a girl her age, she was still several inches shorter than Collin was.
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 12, 2012 2:04:11 GMT -5
"Again with the tackling," Collin rolled his eyes before she threw him to the grass. "McMorna, you shouldn't really do this to people who can easily over power you," he chuckled from beneath her. His brother used to wrestle him all the time, he knew how to fight back.
With ease, he flipped them and pinned her wrists to the ground. He sat on her knees to keep her from kicking him, and he smirked down at her, his face clearly showing his pride in his triumph.
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Post by Niela McMorna on May 12, 2012 2:15:10 GMT -5
Niela struggled as hard as she could against him. It was not in her to just give up so easily. Unfortunately, he did have the upper hand and leverage on her. In her struggle, she became a bit disheveled, her shirt now off one shoulder. In the end, all she ended up being able to accomplish was getting her hands above her head, causing him to go a little off balance and landing on her.
Finally, with a defeated groan, she stopped struggling. Her hands were gripping the grass above her and she was breathing hard. She was glaring up at him, though she was hardly intimidating.
"I hate you..."
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 12, 2012 2:20:31 GMT -5
"No you don't," he said simply, not bothering to move. He was perfectly willing to admit that she was hot, and with her firey hair surrounding her face, her panting and the almost-intimidating glare in her eyes, Collin believed she was down right sexy.
"If you actually hated me you would have fought harder," Collin smirked, hoovering over her, his hair hanging in his face.
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Post by Niela McMorna on May 12, 2012 2:27:03 GMT -5
"What are you looking at?"
She had noticed his eyes wandering, but was never the type of girl to consider herself attractive. She figured he was just looking for the next thing to tease her about.
Besides! You're like fifty kilograms heavier than I am!"
Yes, she was over exaggerating by a lot. But, her wand was now on the ground, out of her reach and she had pretty much exhausted every muscle in her body trying to fight him.
"Let me go!"
She tried to buck her hips up to throw him off balance.
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 12, 2012 2:35:17 GMT -5
He leaned in closer, eyes wandering up and down her body, appreciating the bare shoulder and the fact her shirt rose to show her middrift. He locked eyes with her in a challenging kind of stare, his smirk spreading into a full blown amused-grin.
"Make me," he challenged her, pressing her hands into the ground more and leaning close enough that he could smell the lake water on her.
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Post by Niela McMorna on May 12, 2012 2:42:27 GMT -5
She suddenly stopped moving, staring wide eyed up at him. She suddenly wished this ground was not here, trapping her. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment with being this close to him. Yes, she thought he was hot, but she always hated his attitude. And she had never imagined being this close to him.
She could not find her voice, or the will to fight him for a second as he was staring at her. The most she could muster up was little more than a squeak. When she finally could find the words to speak, she could barely form the words.
"Please... get off?"
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Post by Collin Borgin on May 14, 2012 2:09:28 GMT -5
He rose an eyebrow at her, almost laughing. "Please? Really? Do I look like the kind of guy that would respond to 'please'?" He sat up, casually sitting on her legs, his knees squeezing tight so she couldn't escape. She looked kind of hot beneath him like that and he involuntarily swallowed. But he kept his composure and continued to stare her down in his challenging way.
"No no no, McMorna, if you want me to get off, you're going to have to be a lot more creative then that."
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