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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 22:52:42 GMT -5
"What if you're out after hours?" Ariel asked, raising his eyes behind his hair to look at Chase again. It wasn't even like he showed up in the middle of the night trying to get back on campus, he always waited until the next day around noon at least before catching the knight bus back to Hogsmeade to get to the school and relaxation. Should he ever be caught, he thought it could be useful to be at least on speaking terms with Chase.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 23:03:26 GMT -5
"Don't get caught," Chase said again. "If your House prefect does bed checks, either be in bed or make friends with him. Ryan Pritchard's got the brain of a Bundimun, I've never heard him complain about anything. If you're coming in after curfew, it's up to luck and stealth." |
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 23:09:40 GMT -5
Ariel didn't think he had ever seen the prefect, and if he had it had been before he had ever left. He kept his curtains closed, anyway. "I don't come in after curfew," he said, shrugging. He didn't, he came in the next day. If he was going to be out after curfew, there was no way he was going to risk being caught on the grounds. It would be better to stay away then claim he had been in an empty classroom with some girl.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 23:23:48 GMT -5
That was what Chase had thought, which was why his advice revolved around bed checks rather than skirting around Filch. "The Headmistress has never gotten on someone about not sleeping in their bed," Chase said casually. "There are students living in Diagon Alley and a prefect who was staying in Hogsmeade with an ex-student." Not an alumnus. Chase had no qualms about mentioning it, though he had enough respect for Adara, as meddlesome as she was, not to point out that it was her. One of them might as well get a little respect for their badge.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 23:30:58 GMT -5
Ariel nodded and sat fiddling with his thin black box. He debated begging a match and having another smoke. He really was getting hooked, whether he wanted to admit it or not. At least he wasn't hooked on drinking, he supposed. It would be a much harder habit to keep up during the week. "I thought my old school was odd," he said, shaking his head and watching the box turning in his hands.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 23:44:59 GMT -5
"I've been to a few and they're all crap in one way or another. Durmstrang is big on the Dark Arts, but could care less about the students' safety, hell on first and second years. Beauxbatons'll teach you how to charm your way into anything, including the silky panties of anything that'll hold still. They've got no personalities though. Hogwarts doesn't give a jarvey's ass for rules, but at least you're not crammed into a perfect little mold of what they want you to be." Probably the most Chase had said at one time for months.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 23:51:56 GMT -5
Dark Arts. That wasn't something that Ariel had much experience with. Sure, he could use his wand pretty well, but the location of his school hadn't been very productive for dark magic. There was really no use for it in the sparse area. He forgot about the second school, whatever Chase said it was, as soon as he had finished speaking. Most of the people that wore silky panties weren't the kind that he wanted to charm, anyway. "Mine wasn't too bad, but if you were...weird, then you'd never get a moments' peace."
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 23:58:18 GMT -5
Chase didn't give that statement any thought beyond the obvious. "I'd say you must be glad to be here, but it's a pretty damn big move, isn't it?" he asked. Australian accents were one of the most identifiable out there, and it didn't take much thought to piece together what a change that would be. If there was anything his father had drilled into his head, it was identifying possible connections, something that hadn't hurt at all when paired with his lessons from Beaxbatons.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 2, 2009 0:02:54 GMT -5
Ariel nodded and pulled out a cig, if only to fiddle with it instead of the box itself. "Two winters in a row, should have been finishing a school year, not starting one. And you Brits must be insane, the winter here is hell." Not that Chase's accent sounded the same as the rest of the school, and Chase had already said he'd only been there a year and a half, but he considered pretty much everyone that had been there longer than him Brits. "Have a lake and can't use it ninety percent of the year."
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 2, 2009 0:20:52 GMT -5
Chase didn't care too much about when he could and couldn't use the lake, but he didn't say so. The guy had to be a swimmer, since there wasn't anything else to do in the lake, so he left it alone. "I hardly notice the winter here," he said instead. "It's got nothing on Durmstrang. Everything's got to be lined with fur and there's no going outside for weeks at a time." Chase gave a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Not that knowing that'll help, but it can always get worse. As for Brits, I'm not. I've just been around enough to pick up on the accent." He probably had a hellish accent from all the places he'd been, but it was enough of a mixture of them all that he seemed to fit in anywhere, linguistically at least.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 2, 2009 12:40:53 GMT -5
Ariel had shivered at the mere thought of it being even colder at that other school and then shrugged at Chase's assertion he wasn't a Brit. He fiddled a little more with the little black stick in his hands. "When does it start really getting warmer?" he asked. He wanted to know when every day would be nice, and be nice all day, not this weird pretend good weather that invariably left in the afternoon.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 2, 2009 16:36:46 GMT -5
Chase gave a light shrug. "Might be some time this month, maybe next month. Winter's about over, it's just whenever it decides it's done. Take it a day at a time." Logan had to be going crazy in the cold, and his question only affirmed it. "First time it gets to 21 Celsius you won't see a coat around." Not that it was really warm at 70° Fahrenheit, but the ability to shed off winter was very welcome.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 2, 2009 16:40:43 GMT -5
Ariel blinked at the number and then narrowed his eyes in frustration. He wasn't used to anything near that number except for in the dead of night. And there was no reason to be out in the dead of night, not with all of the dangers the outdoors held when the sun went down. "Do I have to give you back a galleon if I beg a match?" he asked finally, looking up at Chase. Not that he couldn't spare a galleon, but it was nice to have the weight in his pocket, and it was only one match, anyway.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 2, 2009 16:45:56 GMT -5
Chase looked down at Logan, appraisingly. "I think I'd rather have you owe me," he said, then fished the box back out of his pocket. Not that he had any real intention of asking favors at a later date-- he had a feeling he could get what he wanted from Logan anyway, if he wanted something-- but it was the principle of the thing. Chase tossed the box to Logan, and one corner of his lips quirked. "Those things'll kill you," he said wryly.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 2, 2009 16:49:52 GMT -5
Ariel snorted as he put the stick between his lips and pulled out a match. "These things are the least of my worries," he said as words from drunk and hungover lips flitted through his mind. He struck the match and lit the cig, then took a long, deep breath of it before holding the box up for Chase again. "Besides, everybody dies, might as well die on my own terms."
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