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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 6, 2010 23:44:22 GMT -5
Lyric couldn't have said why he was actually here. They hadn't even gotten him for anything good. Missed classes? Yeah, an hour in detention was really going to teach him a lesson.
He was in a decent mood when he entered the room, though. His blood was calm, and he figured if he could catch some sleep, he'd be set for the next few days.
He checked in as proof he'd attended, then headed for the back of the room and dropped his duffel bag onto a wide table. He pulled a chair back with a loud screech against the floor that had the warden glaring, but he didn't care. He collapsed onto the seat and slouched back, closing his eyes.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 7, 2010 0:40:51 GMT -5
Vannah strolled into the detention hall late, as always. She avoided making eye contact with the warden, but she could still feel his piercing glare on her. She reached over and grabbed the quill from right in front of him and scrawled her name on the sign-in form. After all, hers was all the way at the bottom of her bag. When she finished signing her name, Vannah glanced up at the warden and grinned. She could almost see the flames coming out of his ears. It took every bit of self-control not to burst out in laughter at the sight.
Vannah dropped the quill on the desk carelessly. She then turned and headed to her usual table in the back. She pulled out a chair, her chair, and sat down. Her fingers ran over the part of the table where she had etched her name a couple of years ago. She started humming, not bothering to be quiet. She wasn’t afraid of the warden coming over and…and what? What would he do? Yell at her? Give her another week’s detention? A smirk spread across her lips at the thought of it.
((OOC: sorry it took so long...everytime i started to write it my browser would crash =/ ))
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 1:18:15 GMT -5
((Ouch, I know the feeling.))
Lyric cracked his eyes open slightly, looking aside through black-lined slits to see who'd come in after him. He didn't know her, so he didn't particularly care, but the humming was an annoyance. He glared at the blonde, then closed his eyes defiantly. If he could ignore the blaring music of a rave, he could ignore some humming.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 7, 2010 1:31:22 GMT -5
Vannah pulled out parchment, quill, and some ink. She started doodling aimlessly on the parchment...at least it was something to do. Vannah was about halfway done with a sketch of the Weeping Willow when she had that strange feeling that she was being watched again. Her head shot up and she fell silent. She let her eyes trail around the room until she noticed that there was someone else at her table. Had he been there the whole time? She studied him for a moment. His face was nearly hidden by his hair. She couldn't recognize him, so why bother waste time staring at him? She continued to focus on her drawing. It wasn't anything impressive, just a way to pass the time. Detention was always so dreadful. Vannah picked up her humming again. She hated being in a silent room...it made her feel like she was suffocating.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 1:43:12 GMT -5
Lyric drifted toward sleep, lulled more by the manufactured relaxation in his veins than the humming. He hadn't slept in days, and he might have reached that state of blissful unconsciousness if the warden hadn't spoken up. Apparently the wizard had better things to do than keep tabs on a couple teenagers. Either that, or he'd spotted someone more interesting on the other side of the door.
Whatever the reason, Lyric opened his eyes again to glare at the man. The click click click of his shoes against the stone floor didn't endear him any. Lyric waited for the door to close, then shuffled to sit up in his seat, unzipping his duffel bag to dig into it. If he wasn't being watched, then he had better things to do.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 7, 2010 16:38:57 GMT -5
Vannah kept her eyes on the back of the man until he was out the door. He was right on time, exactly twelve minutes into the detention session and he was gone. The corners of her mouth tugged upward into a smile. He wouldn't be back for another twenty minutes...twenty five if things went his way. The feeling of being free rushed through Vannah, even though she knew he would eventually return. What if he returned to find her gone? She could easily find some one to cover for her. Her eyes scanned the room for the perfect person for the job. There were a couple of second-year Ravenclaw pricks and some first-years from Hufflepuff who thought they ruled the world. Vannah sighed. She could just walk out, but she was already signed up for detention all of next week.
Finally, Vannah remembered the guy who was sitting at her table. He would have to do, she supposed. Even if the warden found out, what's the worst that he could do? It isn't as if he would try to chase after her. Vannah could easily outrun his belly flab. Without realizing it, Vannah was staring at the person sitting at her table.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 17:27:22 GMT -5
Lyric emerged from his bag with a cigarette in hand. He tucked it between his lips and zipped his bag, only really feeling the eyes on him when he reached for his wand. His brows narrowed at her again, and he sent a glare her way. He was used to being stared at, but that didn't mean he liked it. "Take a picture, why don't you?" he hissed.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 7, 2010 17:53:07 GMT -5
Vannah blinked before realizing what had happened. She bit back her laughter. "Aren't you just a ray of f~king sunshine?" She shot back. Maybe it would be best to just stand up and walk out. Then again, perhaps if she stuck around long enough she'd finally get a real fight in. Vannah stayed where she was for the time being. She eyed his cigarette and arched a brow. Where in the world had he gotten it from? Last time she checked, cigarettes were nowhere to be found neither at Hogwarts nor in Hogsmeade.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 18:43:40 GMT -5
Lyric's lips curved at the look on the blonde's face, his cigarette jiggling slightly with the motion. "Jealous?" he asked. He hardly spent any time at the school, and when he was around, he tended to keep out of view. He was only here so his mom wouldn't get an owl and pull him from the school. He was getting away with everything here and didn't want to be transferred. He lit his cigarette with the end of his wand, then took a drag, blowing the smoke in her direction.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 7, 2010 18:58:21 GMT -5
“Of that?!” Vannah scoffed. “Of course not.” She lied. Anger poured through her. How dare suggest that she was jealous of him?! Her face flushed from anger. It wasn’t like she absolutely couldn’t find a decent cigarette if she desperately wanted too. She probably could. In fact, she could just get up and find one right now…except she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t find one. It was nearly impossible.
As the puff of smoke made its way towards her, Vannah couldn’t help but feel a familiar rush. Oh how she wished that it wasn’t anger that was pushing through her veins right now.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 19:16:15 GMT -5
Lyric's smile widened at the look in the girl's eyes. "Too bad," he said. "There's more where this came from." Maybe he shouldn't be taunting her when the warden might get back at any moment, but what did it matter? In for a knut, in for a galleon, right? His gaze moved past her as it caught on a gawking first year, and his smile disappeared, replaced with a fierce glare. Since he'd gotten back from break, he'd decided that he hated kids.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 7, 2010 20:35:56 GMT -5
Vannah’s eyes sparked with desire. Where had he gotten them from? Then, it hit her. Of course. “Is that why you’re in here? Couldn’t even manage to keep your little business under wraps?” Vannah turned to see the kid so terrified that he was nearly pissing himself. She stood up and walked over to the kid. Kneeling down, she took his shoulders and whispered something in his ear. The kid turned a scarlet shade of red, but relaxed. A grin spread across her face. Ever since she had come back, ever since the…incident…she had been uncharacteristically nice to children. One could even say she was being motherly.
She walked back to her table, but instead of sitting in her chair she stood directly across from the guy at her table. “Next time, you might think not to scare the poor kids half to death.” She said in a sharp voice. “If you want to start a fight, pick it with someone who will give you a run for your money.” Vannah said leaning in closer to make sure he understood. She could smell the smoke tempting her. It was so strong and fragrant. It smelled like bliss.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 7, 2010 21:30:01 GMT -5
Lyric pushed to his feet, annoyance sparking into anger despite the relaxation he should have been feeling. "I f~ing looked at him, it's what he gets for f~ing staring. And stay out of my f~ing business. It's none of yours." He had cigarettes because he smoked, not because he was a dealer. He didn't even sell at school, he was here for ditching class, not that he'd tell her that.
He leaned closer to the girl, taking a drag off his cigarette, and when he spoke again, every word was punctuated by another burst of smoke into her face. "Get out of my face, b~."
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Mar 8, 2010 20:32:29 GMT -5
Vannah closed her eyes in an instant, avoiding getting smoke blown into them. It didn't work as well as she had hoped since her eyes still burned. Other thank blinking, she didn't move a muscle. She let a smirk spread across her face. Nearly the whole room had fallen silent, curious to hear what is outburst was from. Ironic, wasn't it? She was usually the one biting people's heads off over something petty. She crossed her arms and sank into her right hip. "Make me." She said.
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Post by Trent Frey on Mar 8, 2010 21:49:35 GMT -5
Lyric stepped closer, glaring down at the girl, annoyed by the twist of her lips. He thought about giving her a good shove, about wiping that smirk off her face with the back of his hand, but there were too many kids watching, and there was no way the school wouldn't have his ass on a platter if he physically hurt her. He had no real moral issues with it, only a sense of self-preservation.
A deep breath would brush them together, they were so close now. He was nearly nose-to-nose with her, and his cigarette was transferred from his lips to his hand to make room. "You really want to push me?" he asked, fingering his cigarette. If the kids didn't see, it didn't count.
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