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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 21, 2009 18:30:44 GMT -5
He wasn't going in. He just wasn't. But he wanted to so badly. Why the Hufflepuff Common Room had to be so close to the kitchens Markise would never understand. He was cursing it even as he stared at the painting, his fingers itching to tickle that pear and go in. Ariel would kill him though, and he should really be going out to find Ariel right now instead of thinking about how much less he'd hate being here if he was distracted. The house-elves were so generous with their supply of cooking sherry!
He'd been doing so well the past weeks, after that first hellish week of headaches, moodiness, and little sleep. But he'd been with Ariel so much of the time, and when he'd been walking to the subway between work and home, he'd had a cup of coffee in his hand, and he'd been going home. He hated Hogwarts.
So here he was, standing in front of the entrance to the kitchen, and reminding himself why he couldn't, even if no one was here to stop him.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 21, 2009 18:40:29 GMT -5
After just a few weeks at Hogwarts Quinn was still learning the ropes, and trying to find everything. What she'd heard around the school was that the kitchens were filled with delicious treats that you didn't see at the dinner tables. Quinn had snuck into the kitchens, finding herself a few delicious pieces of fruit that she could take to her room with her.
Quinn came to an abrupt stop once she'd come out of the painting that had taken her a bit to figure out. There was a boy standing outside of the door, looking like he wanted in. She froze in her place almost like a guilty action, and her hands went behind her back to hide the apple in her hand. She didn't know who was allowed into the kitchens, and who wasn't, she just wanted to make sure she didn't get in trouble this early in her career at a new school.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 21, 2009 19:12:06 GMT -5
Markise looked just as guilty as he backed away from the portrait, one hand rising unconsciously to tuck a piece of pale blond hair behind his ear. Only a moment later he released that hair and smoothed at it with his fingers. He hadn't taken any note of what the girl was carrying, since he'd taken worse back to his dormitory and had been considering doing it now. "Sorry," Markise said under his breath, reaching to toy with his hair again. He hated his hair too, at the moment. He wanted it to be lavender! Or baby blue, or even seafoam green. He felt so boring with blond hair and only lipgloss.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 21, 2009 19:17:10 GMT -5
Quinn looked up at the boy when she heard his apology. Someone that was looking to catch someone or hurt them wouldn't have apologized for being there. "No, no problem. I was just, getting a few apples. I didn't mean to get in your way." Quinn let her hands come to the front of her, and reveal the apple. She knew after years of subjugation that he wouldn't hurt her. He would have acted upon such a feeling right away. "It's...not against the rules is it? I didn't meant to get in trouble I just...well," less is more, don't be personal she told herself. She wanted to make friends didn't she, Quinn held out the apple she had, "you want one, I have more in my pockets."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 21, 2009 19:23:23 GMT -5
Markise looked just as guilty as he backed away from the portrait, one hand rising unconsciously to tuck a piece of pale blond hair behind his ear. Only a moment later he released that hair and smoothed at it with his fingers. He hadn't taken any note of what the girl was carrying, since he'd taken worse back to his dormitory and had been considering doing it now. "Sorry," Markise said under his breath, reaching to toy with his hair again. He hated his hair too, at the moment. He wanted it to be lavender! Or baby blue, or even seafoam green. He felt so boring with blond hair and only lipgloss.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 21, 2009 20:00:19 GMT -5
After years of being accustomed to punishment for the slightest infraction, Quinn knew the boy's apology meant that he wouldn't be hurting her or turning her in. "No, no I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way." Her hands turned out the apple that she was hiding, so that he could see it, "I was just...getting and apple...I didn't mean," less talking, less things that are personal Quinn reminded herself. "Would you like one, I have more in my pockets."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 21, 2009 20:07:19 GMT -5
Markise could have groaned with frustration from the interruption, no matter that he hadn't needed to be here in the first place. For one brief moment, his lips tightened a fraction, then he forced a smile that looked more convincing than it felt. "Sure, thank you," he said. It would keep his mouth busy, and it was a thorough if temporary stop to the temptation he'd been feeling. He'd found that when he wanted a drink, something sweet could help a lot.
"You takin' them to your dorm?" he asked. It would take him a couple days to get his new York Accent back under control, especially when he didn't particularly care anymore. He'd only worked on it because Dare had spoken so well.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 21, 2009 22:39:22 GMT -5
Quinn smoothed a few strands of her hair behind her head before she nodded. "I like, to have something to keep me occupied. Apples are probably better than chocolate frogs." Not to mention apples could be easily picked near the house without her step-father seeing. He hadn't ever wanted to let them have sweets, they cost more than he'd thought she and Kiley were worth. Quinn wanted to keep talking to say something else, but she was really bad at talking apparently and spit out things that were to personal, like just there she'd wanted to mention her sister, which would lead down a really personal road.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 22, 2009 0:48:57 GMT -5
Markise nodded. "Apples are better than a lot of things," he said, more to himself than to her. It was something to remind himself of as he accepted the apple and turned it over in his hand. "Thank you," he added. How long was he really going to have a problem with walking by the kitchens? How long will you really last? Markise wondered if he shouldn't tell Ariel where the Hufflepuff Common Room and the kitchens were, just so he'd know. He knew about the cooking sherry.
"I'm Markise," he said at last, finally working to shake off his previous thoughts. The more he thought about it, the worse it got, so it would be better if he moved on, and almost any company was better than no company. Markise gave the girl a well-practiced smile, one meant to set people at ease. He might as well enjoy himself.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 22, 2009 9:33:35 GMT -5
Quinn smoothed a few new pieces of hair behind her ear, it was almost disconcerting how many men at this school did nothing more than make her nervous. She was so used to being scared of them that she was boggled that she wasn't more afraid. "Quinn, Quinn Ashwinder. I'm new here, to Hogwarts." Was it to personal to tell him that she hadn't made any friends yet?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 22, 2009 11:51:06 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you," Markise said, glancing down at the apple. "How long have you been here? Still getting lost?" It seemed like a common theme for the first month for most new students, himself included. He'd gotten lost more times than he could count. But he'd only gotten stuck in that trick stair once. He'd have to warn her about that. And now his mind was on Ariel again. He took in a breath, then gestured lightly down the corridor with a slight nod of his head. There was no reason to keep standing by the kitchens when he'd finally decided not to go in.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 22, 2009 13:18:30 GMT -5
Quinn half grinned, but nodded, "I can only seem to find my way around the forbidden forest." Quickly, her face fell flat as she realized she'd told him she had headed out to the forbidden forest. "I...I mean, that I still having problems finding my way around the school." She blushed for a moment, "my foot got caught in one of the stairs the other day." Quinn let her feet guide her down the hall and away from the kitchens, her fingers grasping around a new apple.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 22, 2009 13:39:13 GMT -5
Markise had never been into the forest before, and he'd thought so much about it when he was trying to figure out where he and Ariel could spend time together without it looking... queer, for lack of a better word. He wanted to ask, but told himself it could wait, for the sake of conversation. "That stair's a b~," Markise said without thinking. He heard it and quickly excused himself before going on. "It's annoying," he corrected himself. There was another thing he'd have to watch. There was no censoring the swearing in New York City. If anything, it was encouraged. "How'd you get out?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Aug 22, 2009 13:53:09 GMT -5
Quinn's head dropped a moment, another blush heating her cheeks, "one of the professors eventually came and got me out." She shook her head, "all the while one of the resident ghosts commented on how when he was a student here that would never have happened to him." After a lifetime of not having to worry about what she knew besides wand making, knowing how to get herself out of a tricky situation was difficult sometimes.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Aug 22, 2009 14:07:35 GMT -5
Markise nodded. "It's pretty much impossible to get out on your own," he agreed. He'd probably already missed his class by the time Ariel had found him. His lips curved slightly with the memory, and he turned his head a bit away from Quinn, hoping she wouldn't ask. There was no way in hell he'd ever tell that story. It surprised him that the memory warmed him now. For so long it had just been something that had happened, a beginning toward a quick end. But he shouldn't be thinking about that now, shouldn't be reminiscing when he'd have to stumble over a lie if she asked. "So you said you go around in the forest?" he asked, bringing the conversation back around. He glanced back over his shoulder, then ahead to be sure no one was in hearing distance. "I've never been in," he went on, turning his attention back to Quinn. "Is it easy to find stuff in there? Easy to get lost or be alone?"
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