emmsie (crocketed) wrote,
@ 2012-05-02 01:18:00

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HOGWARTS 100

Private
CARADOC & THERESE
DECEMBER, 1974

There would be, she figured, at most a handful of people present in the Great Hall. Therese had woken up early for breakfast to avoid the traffic, and eat in peace, before packing for the holidays and getting whisked home for leisure time and presents. She'd been fully expecting the Slytherin table to be empty, but upon entering the hall, she immediately noticed a sole figure sitting lonesome at the long table.

Caradoc? He was a strange sight here, now, sitting all by himself with no one to show off to.

She shook her head, knowing better; Caradoc Dearborn wasn't that difficult to deal with when he was by himself. They actually had quite appropriate conversations and interactions, sometimes.

As she approached him, Therese noticed that he was hunched over, reading something, instead of eating anything. What owl could be this urgent, the day everyone left for holiday? At this time? Too curious, when she was close enough, she fished.

"What's that?" Therese asked, genuinely intrigued enough to bend slightly over Caradoc's shoulder. The element of surprise did not seem to be on her side, however, as her housemate reacted like he had known she had been there the whole time.

"It's private," Caradoc snapped, and with one hand swept the piece of parchment off the table and out of sight.

She pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes, bending back straight. She'd forgotten that his brat-like tendencies did not go away depending on the amount of people in the vicinity. "I wasn't looking," she responded cooly. Though, if she was going to make a blind guess, Therese would say it was a letter of sorts.

He let out a huff, and blindly reached for the eggs, as his eyes were still glued on her face so he couldn't exactly fork them out gracefully. Therese shook her head.

"What are you doing here so early?" she asked innocently, easing herself down next to him on the bench. Caradoc grumbled something inaudible, and gruffly moved to create more space between them.

And now he had no quick comeback? This was a rare experience she was unwilling to pass up.

"Eating," Caradoc responded, delayed. Therese would have believed him too, if there had been remnants of food on his plate. It was still empty, and he still seemed to be struggling with transferring eggs from the tray to his plate. Deciding to be kind, she gave him a couple of minutes of silence before starting the conversation up again.

"You're holidaying in the castle, then?" Therese asked suddenly, feeling quite smart. Everyone knew about his poor relationship with his parents, as Caradoc never seemed to turn down an opportunity to state it, so she would think he'd like to complain about that. Or at least use it as a platform to stop acting strange.

"So?" he responded moodily, and directed his chin up toward the ceiling, now chewing. "I always do."

"I just figured you would go somewhere this year," she shrugged her shoulder with indifference, but then a thought occurred to her. "Matilda didn't try to rope you home for a proper meeting of the parents?" Therese put her hand to her heart, faking a gasp. Perhaps she had overhead Matilda talking about it loudly to Mackenzie in the bathroom last week. "I'm shocked. Or wait--" Therese put her hand out to stop Caradoc from responding just yet. "Don't tell me you said no."

When he didn't respond and simply looked at her, Therese couldn't help but let out a content clap. He probably thought she was too busy enjoying the moment to notice, but she did see the ends of his mouth curl into a slight smile, which made her more thrilled.

"Yeah she's still raving about that," Caradoc let out, shaking his head slightly. "Going to pay for it later." Therese clapped again, and let out a small laugh. Priceless. Now she was definitely going to eat a jammed croissant as a treat. Maybe three.

"Well, at least your sister will be here, too," Therese offered absentmindedly, already slapping on a healthy layer of strawberry jam to her pastry.

Caradoc let out an amused snort. "What a blessing."

Speaking of... Therese wordlessly knocked at the table to get Caradoc's attention concerning his approaching sibling. She personally hadn't had much interaction with Juliet Dearborn, but Therese at least knew the siblings were too smart about each other for their own good. She busied herself with her food to look like she was uninterested with them. What was happening now? Did all things curious happen to the Dearborn siblings this early in the morning?

"Caradoc," she heard Juliet say sternly, and out of the corner of her eye, Therese noticed she too was holding a piece of parchment that looked suspiciously like a letter.

"I know," Caradoc replied in just a firm manner as his sister. He made some kind of motion that Therese did not catch, and the next thing she knew she felt the weight shifting on the bench. By the time she looked, he had stood up and Juliet had a tight grip on his sleeve to match her tight glare.

Caradoc sighed, and shook his head. "Happy christmas, Therese," he muttered before getting escorted out of the hall by his sister. Therese blinked, not sure she had quite grasped what had just happened. What was so private even they wouldn't talk about in public? Curious. She shook her head, and went back to her breakfast. Curious.

More
RALPH & MIRANDA

Eyes
EDWARD & GRACIELA

Discovery
CARYS, ADRIAN & TONY

Throat
OCTAVIUS & ROSE
SEPTEMBER, 1971

She really--- did not like Gryffindors.

Rose pulled her lips together tight as she inclined her chin a bit higher to expose the right side of her neck.

"Come on now, girl! Let me see," Madam Pomfrey urged, waving her hand quickly, and then, eventually using it to push her patient's head to the correct degree for inspection.

"Another care of magical creatures mishap," the nurse tutted. Rose bit the inside of her lip and closed her eyes as she felt the cool tip of a wand gently brush against her gashed neck. It hurt, a bit, but it was really just--- fine. Fine enough, at least, for its indirect inflicter to stop hovering, and vacate the premise.

"I am really--- really sorry! Really sorry!" Octavius Pepper fluttered to her left, moving nervously up and down the hospital bed. Rose looked at him, wanting nothing more than for him to simply disappear. He really... was not helping at all. Whatever kind of pleading that was in her eyes obviously was not working, as it only looked like it scared the him more. He promptly jumped and then latched himself to the side of the bed, very much staring intently.

"What happened, then? Tell me," Pomfrey stated, releasing Rose from her grasp for the time being. Her expectant stare made Rose's throat close, and she felt her eyes water at the prospect of having to speak multiple full sentences about the last twenty minutes to an audience she barely knew. It really... didn't hurt that much to make this big of an ordeal. She wrung her hands together, giving a nervous side glance before shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"It's my fault!" Octavius boomed, his hands flying as if to get all of the nurse's attention. "I wasn't paying attention--- we're studying bugbears today, and I let mine out of its cage too early and she was standing right there, and it---" He stopped speaking to make a quick scratching movement with his hands, though they just as quickly stopped once he noticed the stares. "--- it was an accident," Octavius finished lamely, dropping his hands to his sides. Rose noticed the pathetic glance he gave to her, but she made no comment.

"I'm sorry," he spoke in a lower tone, racking his 'sorry' count up to... twenty. Rose was sure some had gone uncounted, being that she was also sure she had dropped in and out of consciousness while getting dragged up to the infirmary. She also supposed he might be looking for an acceptance of his apology, but it didn't... feel necessary. He hadn't meant what had happened, she didn't feel upset about it, she simply wished for this to be over so she could return to her bed and hide the rest of the day away.

"Very good. Let's get this started then. This will sting," Pomfrey nodded, producing a potion within her skirts. Rose shifted to take it, assuming that the nurse meant for her to drink the vial's contents, and that the action of doing so would be an unpleasant. Instead the nurse took out her wand and pushed her head back into position with the mention of muscle damage. Muscle regrowth? Only after preliminary work? What did that---

A shock jolted through her like nothing she had ever felt, and Rose vainly held back her yelps. Unable to control herself, she reached out and latched to Octavius' forearm for lack of anything else comforting to hold. With every jolt her grip grew tighter, and she closed her eyes as to not look at his face or imagine her own.

And before she knew it, the pain stopped. Or, subsided at least. Was that it? She cautiously opened her eyes, straining them to look where they could not. Madam Pomfrey was talking at her again, but her ears were pounding so much that she couldn't hear what the nurse was saying. And then she left. Left! Where was she going, she couldn't leave, she couldn't leave her here with---

Something within her snapped, and Rose turned to take in the sight of a wide-eyed Octavius Pepper. She swiftly unclenched her grip on him.

"Sorry," she spoke in a quiet voice, now blinking repeatedly to quickly rid her tears. He let out something of astonished huff, and Rose looked down at her legs as to not have to look at his face.

"That's the first thing you've said, this whole time," he let slip, blinking quickly too. His words set her face ablaze, and she pulled her legs close to rest her hot cheeks against her cool knees.

"Sorry?" she repeated uncertainly, unsure what else to say.

"I mean---" Octavius sped, now shaking his head slightly. She closed her eyes again. "I just didn't think the first thing you'd say to me would be sorry. I'm the one supposed to be apologizing, and now you're doing it. Aren't you upset?" Rose opened her eyes again to look at her classmate, unable to stop herself from thinking that she really did not understand Gryffindors. They were a strange bunch. Too illogical. Also usually messy.

"No," she sighed, moving her head to rest her chin on her knees. "I'm not upset." Maybe he would go away now.

"Oh," was all Octavius responded with, and in a motion heavily sat down in the chair next to her bed. Rose noticed he was suddenly very preoccupied with his hands, and that calmed her. To her ease, they descended into awkward silence. Finally.

Virginal
EDWARD & RACHEL
FEBRUARY, 1977

Tongue
1973 GRYFFINDORS
OCTOBER, 1972

Michal had been in the common room writing a letter to his brother when Seth roughly shook his shoulder. Thinking it was nothing, he took a moment to turn, which he ultimately regretted because that threw away precious seconds of not knowing about the certain condition his best friend was currently.... experiencing. And not just him! Because then a few moments later Finn McLaggen appeared, and Michal was in tears. In tears.

Both Seth and Finn had large, and most importantly swollen, purple tongues with bumps that made it apparently very difficult to speak, which really did not help subdue Michal's fit of laughter as they wordlessly flailed and made strange noises at him. What could he possibly do except happily escort them to the infirmary? They seemed perfectly fine aside from what was obviously wrong so.... Michal shook his head and doubled over.

Thank Merlin the girls showed up a couple of minutes later, because it was really getting hard for him to breathe. Michal waved his hand at them as they let out little gasps of shock. Pyske Smith squeaked noises of aversion, and Wendy Tremaine watched with her mouth slightly open.

"What happened?" Larkin Whitby asked, definitely more intrigued than concerned. Nonetheless, she still approached Finn and stuck her own tongue out to compare the two.

"I swear I had nothing to do with this," Michal laughed, only picking himself up from his kneeled-over position to speak briefly. Continuously laughing for the past five minutes had really taken a tole on his body; his stomach was screaming and his head had become light.

Wendy crossed her arms over her chest. Things like this were most certainly not supposed to happen under her term as female student authority, especially within her own house. "Who did this?" she asked, hard pressed to find this as amusing as her housemate.

Michal stood back up, sensing the converging of their year was quickly turning into Head Girl territory. He wiped his tears quickly, and weakly stuck his arm out. "I don't do this kind of stuff," he said simply, thinking it enough to clear his name of this matter.

"Well," Wendy started, her brow going high in an expectant manner. "You're the only one getting jollies out of this development." Psyke suddenly went silent at Wendy's words, and even Larkin stopped wiggling her tongue to turn and watch this development with intrigue.

Michal simply blinked, feeling almost confused. What. Was that. Supposed to mean. That didn't mean anything... did it? You could laugh at funny things-- and this was hysterical! Their tongues were purple. "You can't be serious," he drawled, his amusement now gone. "Why would I prank my best friend?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Anyone could've done it!"

"Harper would never do something like that," Pyske piped, shaking her head quickly.

"And the three of us have been together in the library all day," Larkin supplied, bobbing her head.

"So?" Michal challenged, still not seeing how that meant he was suddenly the culprit. Just because he'd been free for the day did not mean--- there was a whole bloody school of people! That did things! All the time! He made it a point to do as little as possible, at all times, especially when it included others.

"Who pranks seventh years?" Wendy did have logic on her side; no younger year in their right mind would attempt something like this in fear of a wrathful revenge.

"But Larkin---" Michal started, intent on bringing up a fact that all his housemates seemed to be forgetting; Larkin Whitby was widely known for pleasurably pulling pranks, especially with the help of that Ravenclaw friend of hers, so how was he suddenly suspect number one?

"I'm prefect now, Lynch, remember?" Larkin said smoothly. She eased her head back as she spoke, and ran her hand under her hair before flipping it behind her shoulder. "I wouldn't do something like this, I enjoy the prefect's bathroom privileges too much."

He squinted his eyes at her, suddenly feeling very cross. "Slytherins?" he let out, but already knew it was a last-ditch effort. Seth and Finn had by now, turned to glare at him, and Seth had begun to make an eating motion with his hand.

"It was something Michal gave you to eat?" Psyke asked, though cautiously. It almost looked like Seth was dropping imaginary grapes into his mouth.

Michal's jaw dropped as Finn and Seth began to shake their heads vigorously. "I did not---" he started, and Wendy put up her hand to stop him.

"I'm going to take away points away for this," she said firmly.

"Wendy come on!" Michal spoke loudly, throwing his hands out in protest. "They can't even talk, is this a joke?" He--- did--- how-- WHAT? How was this happening! He had literally been minding his own business until getting pulled into this cluster fuck of ridiculousness. She was taking away points from their own house for no reason!

Michal let out a couple of disgruntled noises, and scoffs, while his housemates all went their separate ways. Psyke bounded up the dormitory steps 'to find Harper,' while Wendy and Larkin ushered Seth and Finn toward the common room exit. If he hadn't been motionlessly standing, staring in shock at their receding figures, Michal wouldn't have believed his own eyes concerning what he saw next.

He watched Larkin casually glance over her shoulder, looked straight at him, and wink. Then, she turned her body more, enough, to properly mouth a readable 'thanks' before blowing him a kiss with her hand. Had she just--- had that really--- he suddenly felt vandalized. No one else had seen it, because she had placed herself in the back of the group and--- his jaw dropped.

Expectations
MARY & MACKENZIE
SEPTEMBER, 1976

Benefits
SAOIRSE & JOEY

Aggressive
LUDO & RALPH

Submission
MIRA & LUDO
DECEMBER, 1977

Fingers
ADRIAN & DRYSTAN
MAY, 1972

"He broke my fingers," Drystan growled, raising his mangled hand to show his friend.

"What!" Odette MacFarlan yelped, immediately rushing across the locker room to inspect Drystan's hand. She began to examine it tenderly, like her long fingers had transformed into medical inspection tools. He did not make a noise of protest at her touch, far too proud to let the likes of Adrian Mattias get the best of him, regardless of his lack of current presence.

"Why didn't you say anything during the match?" she asked, now shyly taking out her wand. She hesitated, as if thinking better, and then stuck it under her arm instead.

"Because," Drystan responded gruffly, eyes wandering up to the ceiling. He hadn't noticed? It hadn't hurt that badly? No, those things weren't true. It was that he simply hadn't wanted to give Mattias the verbal, physical, or emotional recognition for something he'd purposely, and malevolently, done.

"Well you should---" Odette began, about to gently return Drystan's hand when they were interrupted by the loud noise of the locker room door crashing open. Her head popped up curiously, and Drystan watched as Odette's body went rigid and straight. That wasn't good. In a jerky rush, she stood up to wordlessly, leaving him unceremoniously to sit by himself. As soon as she had left his gaze, another figure entered it.

"Mattias," Drystan rasped, knowing it was him even before realizing it.

"Fawcett," Adrian drawled, appearing from behind the row of lockers. He, like Drystan, was still in his quidditch gear, and he had the air of being entirely too proud of himself. He hadn't changed yet probably because he knew he wouldd need the extra padding to save him if they broke out into a fight, Drystan thought darkly.

Addressing Adrian first would go against Drystan's cardinal rule of conduct toward people he hated (which was most), so he did not ask what he was doing here, and simple waited for the Gryffindor to start blabbing like he usually did. A smirk formed on Drystan's lips as the other wizard spoke out a few seconds later.

"Just came in to check your hand," Adrian said in such a manner the last thing Drystan thought he was doing was trying to show concern. Actually, it came off quite like someone coming back around to check up on the spoils of his won duel.

"Odette's not here," Drystan said sternly, uninterested in beating around the bush. He turned away from his fellow sixth year, if anything to further hide his hand and appear to be going about business as usual. "So you can let go of whatever asinine thing you thought you should say to her," he spoke over his shoulder, lightly, as if the topic was the weather.

"Who said-- I'm not---" Drystan heard Adrian falter behind him, obviously taken aback. If it had been within him, Drystan would have smiled. But he didn't, because smiling was not an act he did openly, and especially in front of enemies. Instead, he simply turned and stared at Adrian expectantly; why was he still here?

It took a few moments, but within them, Adrian had puffed himself up into speaking. "How do you know I'm not here to break your other hand?" he asked dangerously--- for himself, that was.

Without having to think twice, Drystan immediately closed the gap between them to swiftly grab the other boy's front with his good hand. Bunching his jersey up near his neck, Drystan lifted Adrian to forcefully push him against the lockers.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, slamming Adrian against the lockers another time for emphasis. The noise was loud, but necessary, as it rang heavy through the room. "Hm?" Drystan watched Adrian's face carefully, a bit let down that there wasn't really much fear in his eyes, only anger. Typical Gryffindor.

He released Adrian before the other boy could get his hands on him, or his wand. Drystan had his wand out, now, though, knowing physical intimidation could only go so far in the magical world they lived in. The two stared at each other for a couple moments, with Adrian huffing loudly and he breathing silently. Both of them knew this was far from over, as their hatred for each other had been growing for over a year now, but a magical fight was very different than petty words and rough elbows jabs.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them broke. Adrian feverishly jammed his wand into his pocket and retreated from the aisle without a word. Drystan sighed, and looked down at his hands.

Oh. Had he just broken another finger in that altercation? He let out a groan.

Mirth
CARYS & MICHAL CONWAY

Surprise
WENDY, LARKIN & PSYKE

Sweat
NORA & MAX

Suck
ADAMINA, MIRA & BIANCA

Heat
1976 GRYFFINDORS & RAVENCLAWS
MAY, 1974

The select moments before History of Magic started were always.... unique, this much Rose had come to discern over the years. So when Danielle Kettleburn pulled out a long sheet of heavily edited piece of parchment from her bag, and quickly slid it onto her desk, Rose was already guessing where this would head, with the entire class present and Professor Binns nowhere in sight.

"I figured out if we cut lunch and dinner shorter by ten minutes today and tomorrow," her friend started, leaning over slightly to point on the hand-made timetable to what she was referring to. "Then that would make enough time to run over to the library and collect all the books I put on hold for the study group."

Rose felt her stomach cry a bit, as meals had already been cut down to fifteen minutes for the past week in preparation for study week, but she supposed leisure eating wasn't as important as excelling in O.W.L.s. So, instead of frowning, she took the parchment into her hands and nodded in agreement.

"But we need another person to come, there are too many for two people to take out at a time," Danielle finished, dipping her chin to look at Rose expectantly, and then shifting her gaze to the seat behind her to imply who she had already chosen to accompany them. Rose opened her mouth with intent of saying that she was sure Thomas wouldn't mind helping, when a different wizard brought himself into the equation.

"I could do that for you," Charlie Spinnet interrupted, leaning over so much from his seat next to Danielle that his elbow had to rest on Danielle's desk. Rose watched as Danielle closed her eyes for a moment, then smoothly turned to join her in staring at Gryffindor in their year incredulously. He smiled at them.

She wondered if he had he ever set foot in the library.

Octavius Pepper, Charlie's well-recognized best friend in the seat behind him, pulled his housemate back by the collar to whisper something quick in his ear.

"I know where the library is," Charlie hissed hotly, jerking out of his friend's reach. Rose pursed her lips and turned away to not have to experience this awkward encounter any longer. To her left, another Gryffindor laughed, then spoke up as she turned.

"Don't let Charlie anywhere near your books," Maggie Brand advised lightly, not even picking her head up as she continued to write something down. Rose was about to as quietly, and therefore as politely, as possible reassure her that someone chaotic as Charlie Spinnet would be nowhere near allowed study materials when a loud voice pulled all attention to the back corner of the room.

"Well that's my seat," Ian Bell spoke loudly, effectively stopping all other conversations in the room. "You're in my seat."

Rose glanced over at the empty seat to her right, understanding Ian's strife. When Charlie had decided to relocate to a location as close as physically possible to Danielle the second day of class, he'd brought Octavius along with him, inexplicably forcing Rose to move over (because how could any person handle a wall of Gryffindors while learning? She could never decide which was worse-- the snoring or their generally boisterous disposition) from her preferred seat. This move had resulted in becoming immediately left Maggie, which Rose had been pressed about at first, but after careful observation discovered that Maggie was incredibly studious, quiet, and respectful, and therefore very much an excellent seat partner.

"Is your name on it?" Bertha Jorkins responded, face twisting a bit in confusion. The girl looked down at the desk she was sitting in hesitantly, then looked back up at her fuming classmate. In her defense, it seemed like she was merely attempting to understand the budding situation. But, as it was nearing the end of the year, and therefore O.W.L.s, there was little patience to be had by any Ravenclaw.

"Here we go," Rose heard Thomas mutter next to her. Erin Jugson, a couple of seats over, also began to rub her head in a tired manner.

"This is where I sit!" Ian threw is arms up, and spinning on his heels. "You sit here," he pointed to the seat immediately to the right, "and I sit here. It's been like that since the beginning of the year! That's my seat!" he spat, arms flailing as he spoke.

"What does it matter?" Bertha shot back, throwing her hands up as well. At that, both Thomas and Danielle let out separate, but differently timed, choked chortles. Rose pulled her lips back in a pained expression.

"What does it--- what does it---" Ian began to mutter, his hands going to his head. "Never punch a girl, never punch a girl---"

But then, sitting in the seats in front of Ian, Gabriel Corner nudged Rafe Kirke in the side, grabbing his attention to the escalating situation. Gabriel leaned over to whisper something quick in Rafe's ear, and then the Gryffindor spoke.

"Bertha, would you mind? It might be easier to just let Ian sit where he wants to, for now. You know, with everything--- going on." He finished uncertainly, like even he was unsure about what was going on.

"For me?" Rafe flashed his steadily-becoming-famous smile, and a few moment later Bertha had breezily shifted over to her usual spot, speaking inaudible murmurs that even from where Rose sat, sounded like coos.

Ian fell down in a huff, muttering loudly as he haphazardly spread out his things. Erin twisted in her seat, speaking lowly and swiftly to Ian as he continued to grumble.

A couple of few, silent, and tense moments passed, until Charlie spoke up loudly.

"Well that was awkward," he boomed, his eyes widening slightly for emphasis as he spoke.

Behind him, Octavius let out an amused, yet uncomfortable snort, then quickly buried his face into the book he was obviously not reading.

"Charlie! What is the matter with you?" Delilah demanded, slamming her hands down on her desk. Thomas jumped in his seat, as she was now directly behind him, and had not been so seemingly seconds ago.

"What?" Charlie demanded back not a beat later, looking offended. "I'm relieving the tension!" he stated smartly, nose slightly turned up before smiling cooly at Danielle.

Rose quickly pulled her lips back in a repressed manner; the deadpanned look spread thick across Danielle's face was too much.

"Best to quit while you're ahead," Octavius murmured warningly. But Charlie gave a dismissive huff, and turned in his seat more properly to yell across the room at his sister.

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Listen to Octavius! Merlin knows you should more!"

"Oy and you're the person to tell me what to do!"

"What does that mean?!"

Rose sank into her chair, feeling overwhelmingly uncomfortable about being unfortunately placed within the crossfire of this familial spat. Behind her, she heard a heavy object drop. Turning discreetly, she frowned a bit as she realized the noise had been from Thomas banging his head down on the desk. With a tentative hand she reached out to poke the top of his head, but before she could, Maggie let out let out quite a shout.

"QUIET!" she glared at the twins, roughly jamming her quill down to the desk, finally breaking from whatever it was she had been writing.

A feeling of relief filled her, and that was only solidified a few seconds later when Professor Binns finally glided through the board. The room immediately quieted down, save for the familiar thud, thud, thud of Delilah knocking her foot against Thomas' chair began, and Rose felt the tension leave her shoulders.

Name
MICHAL CONWAY & LARKIN
TIME

Club
HOWELL & RALPH
TIME

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