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Post by Malize DeLorenn on Jan 15, 2007 14:03:31 GMT -5
Malize knew she wasn't technically supposed to be there. However, there was no where else to go, nothing else to do. So cautiously the faerie girl crept through the halls of the school shrouded in shadows. Her magic was handy sometimes.
It was late, but Malize couldn't sleep. She was a night person... not to say she didn't like the day, she just prefered when it was dark and easy to sneak around. She turned a corner and found a door before her. Checking up and down the hall she opened the door quickly, cringing at the small squeak it made swinging open, and tiptoed into the room.
It seemed to be a lounge of some sort. Malize spotted a fire crackling with a couch and chairs before it. Afraid someone might be there she crouched down and stalked over, waiting behind the couch, back to it, listening intently. She was lucky in some respects that she had no parents to stop her from doing these sorts of things.
She would think that way until something bad happened. As soon as she got into trouble she'd wish someone had stopped her. Involuntarily she sighed and then rushed to put her hand over her mouth. 'Smooth move, idiot!' she thought grimly to herself. She continued to wait and see if anyone stirred after her thoughtless commotion.
((eh... my thread-starting muse went on vacation... XP))
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Post by Dameon Houston on Jan 15, 2007 22:16:53 GMT -5
Dameon had had a rough day. It started off with him getting a poor mark on both his potions and herbology exams. During lunch he spilled an entire goblet of pumpkin juice all over his pants. After walking around all day in wet stained pants, he changed and things were starting to look up. That was until his date with that Ravenclaw girl. He made the unwise decision of telling her he’d failed his exams and she laughed at him. Needless to say, the date ended there and Dameon vowed never to date any one from Ravenclaw again.
Now here he was a few hours later passed out on the couch in the lounge. He started out watching a muggle movie (Ocean’ Eleven) and fell asleep during the ending credits. Everyone else had gone up by now and Dameon was too lazy to go back up to his dorm. Besides, he didn’t want to face the laughter of his housemates in the morning. One day of torment was enough.
As he slept, he heard some kind of noise. Dameon was a light sleeper. Alarmed, he armed himself with a cushion, not that it would do him any good. “Who’s there?” he asked in a low hiss, looking around he didn’t see anyone. Dameon stood from the couch and walked around the lounge. He stepped around the room and didn’t see a soul. On his way back to the couch he saw someone behind it. He stood over the person with the pillow in his hand. “I don’t need to attack you with this cushion do I?”
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Post by Malize DeLorenn on Jan 16, 2007 20:44:08 GMT -5
Malize froze as she heard someone moving from the couch she was behind. She even stopped breathing, fearing for her safety. She spotted someone walking about, a boy by the looks of it. She watched him and cowered as he came closer.
She could only hope he didn't see her, but she was unfortunate that he had. He towered over her and she stared up with wide eyes as he threatened her with.... a cushion? A small smirk grew on Malize's lips and then a chuckle built behind her lips.
She continued to laugh lightly, it just flowed like water into the dark and silent room. She stood in an equally fluid motion and smiled up at him, brushing her short black hair from her eyes. "Sorry, I've never been threatened with a cushion before. It's cute."
She reached for another cushion from the couch and hit him with it gently, playfully. She giggled and then sprang up onto the back of the couch and sat indian style on the edge of it. It was easy to keep her balance, being a fairy she had plenty of balance and grace. Most of the time.
She dropped the cushion in her lap and rested her elbows on it with her face between her hands. "Are you a student here?" She asked him curiously, examining his form a little too closely. She didn't really realize she was staring or that it was wrong because back home everyone was curious, in fact she was less curious than most.
She spotted his short short hair and suddenly stood on the back of the chair and loomed over him. "Wow..." She breathed out. She hadn't seen anyone with such short hair before. Most fairy boys had shaggy or long hair, some brush cut... but never... as short as this boys. In a flash she ran her fingers over it and then jumped back onto the main part of the couch.
On accident she tripped and fell onto the floor. "Owieee!" She looked up through spikey strands of black hair. At first her eyes didn't focus on the boy, but when they did she blushed furiously and then grinned. "Heh, I'm such a clutz!" She crawled back up onto the couch and leaned against the back looking up at him in expectation.
Malize was so intrigued by humans, she always had been. Sure there wasn't too much difference in appearance between faeries and humans these days, but in personality... humans were a lot more fun. That's why she had come to the school, to kill time and find some humans to play with.
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Post by Dameon Houston on Feb 11, 2007 14:33:01 GMT -5
Dameon could’ve sworn that he was still sleeping and that this was all a dream. There was no energetic girl standing with him in the lounge. In fact he was still sleeping on the couch. At least, that’s what he thought until he was hit in the head with a cushion. Nope, he wasn’t dreaming. This was indeed real. Dameon blinked slowly as he watched her. Where did she come from? It was really late and he didn’t think that anyone else would be up at this hour.
From her question, he guessed that she wasn’t a Hogwarts student. “Uh, yeah. Seventh year Slytherin…” Before he could ask her who she was and what she was doing here she had taken up some sort of fascination with his hair. Next thing he knew she had fallen off the couch and gotten back up again. “Are you okay?” He spoke slowly because he was a little confused. “Who are you?” Dameon started to wonder if he should be scared as he gripped the cushion a bit tighter. He had heard about creatures that came into the castle at night, killing students. But surely that was just a rumor, right?
OoC: Sorry it’s so short. Wasn’t really sure what to write.
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Post by Malize DeLorenn on Feb 11, 2007 15:19:02 GMT -5
Malize giggled as she looked over at him. He asked if she was ok and she nodded. "I'm fine! How are you? You seem... confused?" She spotted his clenched fist and poked it. "Silly human. Are you scared of me?" She asked him, another chuckle escaping from between her pink lips.
"I won't hurt you. I'm Malize Delorenn, I'm not a student here. I live in the forest. Faerie forest, not the big scary one with the demons and stuff." She smiled brightly and hopped over the back of the couch, landing in front of him, right up close. She stood on tiptoe and leaned in closer. "I like your hair." She whispered, like it was such a big deal it needed to stay confidential.
Malize scrunched her nose up and purssed her lips. "Hmm... so what are you?" She got the feeling he wasn't just human now that she was up so close. It made her a little upset because she was hoping for a human playmate. However, if this was all she got, that'd be fine too. At least he had fun hair and he seemed ok. She jumped up and down a moment then sat back on the back of the couch.
((ehhhhhhhhhhhh.))
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Post by Dameon Houston on Feb 18, 2007 23:44:14 GMT -5
Despite the fact that she still seemed very real, Dameon would've sworn that this girl wasn't real. Who had this much energy this late at night? "Scared? Who's scared?" He cleared his throat when he realized how high pitched his voice was. "I mean, nah. I ain't scared." More like confused. "Nice to meet, you I guess. Are you allowed to be in here?" Not that he cared or anything. He wasn't one to follow rules. He was just curious.
"What am I?" Dameon knew what she meant, but he really didn't like talking about it. Being a demon was a big part of him and it was important to him, but it was also what got him into a lot of trouble. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if he was born a normal wizard or even a squib. Shaking the thought, he decided to change to subject. "Faeire, huh? Read about them, never met one before. So how old are you? Is it a faerie stereotype that all of you guys are this perky? Or is it just you?"
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