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Post by azgirl0815 on Dec 14, 2010 17:35:34 GMT -7
OOC: how bout robin?
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 17:44:10 GMT -7
ooc;; Sure.
bic;; Kendall was such a prick. Sure, he felt a little bad for thinking it, but it was true - the Ravenclaw Head Girl/Prefect was always holing herself away on Saturdays, hoping to get some work done. The spell that had been performed on her yesterday would have put her behind her self-imposed schedule, so no shit she was probably working.
Robin scowled.
He had ditched the school robes (it was Saturday, after all) in favour of a form-fitting dark-grey tee-shirt and a pair of loose black sacks, and his glasses had been thrown onto his face, setting off his haphazardly-mussed hair.
Strolling down the Ravenclaw corridor, he almost wanted to hit something. He knew Charon would be awake - ruddy Slytherin that he was - but he also knew that Charon was even harder to find than Kendall when he didn't want to be found.
So he'd settle for bothering the Ravenclaw Prefect.
"Kendall!"
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Post by azgirl0815 on Dec 14, 2010 17:53:12 GMT -7
Kristen was walking and talking at the same time.She was never knopwn for multi-tasking, but when it came to Ryder she had to carry the conversation most the time. "Yesterday i was on my way to class an-" she said right before she completly ran into somebody. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" she said. She turned toward the person she accidently ran inot, it was a boy who seemed to be around 16. Great, she thought, i just made myself look like a complete idiot.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 18:02:15 GMT -7
"Ouch, man," Robin said, rubbing the front of his shoulder slightly before shrugging, like it was back to normal. "But, eh, no harm done, I suppose." The Gryffindor ran a hand through his hair, eyes searching for Kendall, who was nowhere to be seen.
He cursed under his breath, and proceeded to frown at the Slytherin male. Of course he knew him - Charon was the Slytherin Prefect, and Robin often tried to coax information out of his stoic and annoyingly unwavering friend. "Why are you down here?"
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Post by azgirl0815 on Dec 14, 2010 18:04:20 GMT -7
OOC: waht the "why are you down" here gestured to one of my charecters?
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 18:06:24 GMT -7
ooc;; Yes - to your Slytherin.
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Post by azgirl0815 on Dec 14, 2010 18:13:03 GMT -7
OOC: kk, just checking  "just taking a stroll with my cousin" he smiled, but it was'nt a nice smile, but not quite mean either. "Plus i like wandering the castle" Ryder said, before he continued Kristen tryed to cut him off "So, who are you?" she said. While saying this she nudged her cousin trying to give him the hint that he was being being slightly creepy, but he just rolled his eyes and looked away. |
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 18:13:49 GMT -7
OOC: I just realized something: we have no younger year witches/wizards (1st, 2nd, 3rd years).
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 18:18:25 GMT -7
ooc;; ... Perla is second or third year.
Felix, Charon's younger brother, is a third-year.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 18:20:13 GMT -7
Robin scoffed. "Wander somewhere else, then - my friends are Prefects, and they can remove house points. In fact, one of them is your house's Head Boy," the Gryffindor said arrogantly. "Charon Lavyx and Kendall Stark. Heard of them? Should have. I'm Robin Areseno, one of Gryffindor's Quidditch Beaters.
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Post by Cole on Dec 14, 2010 18:23:46 GMT -7
:: OOC ::
Anyone need a fifth year Ravenclaw at the moment?
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 18:26:48 GMT -7
OOC: It’s fine and I’m guessing Rosell is one of Yami’s made-but-not-written characters?
BIC:
“Students are awake at this time?” Charlotte finally lowered her wand, giving Charon her full attention for once. Derek smoothly tucked his own away.
“Of course they’re awake: you are. I am. He is.” Swiftly, he added, “Unless he’s sleepwalking.”
“I doubt.” Charlotte retorted. Derek shrugged offhandedly.
“You never know.”
“I do too: I am all knowing, remember?” Charlotte intoned mock-hauntingly.
Somehow, Derek managed to muffle his laughter. Turning back to Charon, Derek waved a flippant hand at his sibling.
“Ignore my sister. She’s a kitten—”
“Am not.”
“—We’re going to breakfast, if you care to join. If not, give Rosell my condolences. I’ll be louder next time.”
“Don’t you mean quieter?” Charlotte chimed.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Under a rock and beside trouble.”
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Post by Alzella on Dec 14, 2010 18:28:19 GMT -7
OOC: Perla is second apparently.
Alright, then we don't have any first years! At least, not yet. *now tempted to make one* ... *later* ... *much later*
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Post by azgirl0815 on Dec 14, 2010 18:28:37 GMT -7
"What are you gonna do go tell on me? Go for it! Let's see how that ends up!" Ryder said partially shouting.Kristen ran her hand through her hair, here we go she thought. "Can we just calm down a bit" she said
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Dec 14, 2010 18:30:09 GMT -7
ooc;; I'll likely post her later.
bic;; Charon watched them banter, his eyes flickering in exasperation as he did so. How old were they, exactly? He'd be mistaking them for a couple of first or second years had he not known Charlotte from his own house.
The invitation to breakfast was unexpected, though.
"... I suppose," he allotted at last.
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