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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jun 20, 2007 9:42:53 GMT -5
ooc: this thread WILL go into the fanfic so anybody who wants to write as a contributing offer or further develop their character or work on plot . . .JUMP THIS THREAD!
Slightly dizzy and naseuous, Ian clambered up the second set of stairs that cut upwards through the lofty hall, taking an exhausted left and hoping that his first class did indeed lie this way. He resolved to begin running up and down those stairs as a means to get in shape for Quidditch, but right now he needed to find the Demonology classroom. Many of his fellow Wolfsbane had expressed interest in that field and Ian had assumed he'd just be following one of them, but his early departure from breakfast had negated that plan. He was still tired from a lack of sleep; Ian knew his way around the castle, had been up those stairs before . . . why was his vision swimming with black spots and why did he feel wrapped in a haze of confusion. Ian stumbled over to a bench, suddenly relieved that it was still where he remembered it. He felt worse and worse this morning; the padded green seat seemed to reach up and touch his back; he'd lain down upon it actually.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Jun 20, 2007 10:01:16 GMT -5
Lexi checked her watch-- a feat in and of itself, seeing as how her arms were loaded with books-- and groaned. She had one minute to make it to the end of the corridor, make a right, then a left, and sit down in her seat in the Divination classroom. One minute. The idea was insane, and yet, she was never one to turn down a challenge. She picked up her pace, nearly running as she rounded a corner...
...And tripped over someone's outstretched feet. She was sent flying, her books sprawled over the floor. One minute. Probably about 30 seconds now, but she no longer cared. There was no way she could make it. She sat up, groaning, and stared up at Ian. They had met once before on a beach, where he had teased her about her major, and once after that at a party. She pushed her hair off her face and glared at him, as if he had purposely tripped her, then began collecting her books from the ground.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jun 20, 2007 10:53:52 GMT -5
Ian managed to getting halfway to sitting upright again, his palms pushed firmly against the velvety green seat of the bench. Almost a half-second too late, his legs reacted to the collision and jerked safely underneath the bench, leaving him sprawled rather awkwardly across the thing. He scowled a little when he realized that dignity had been well washed away by his graceless posture, and sat upright, ignoring a shooting pain in his head that cause the edges of his vision to blur in sharp little rays. "Lexi-" he said, and tried to hoist some snappy attack from the depths of his mind, but found only bubbles of pain that popped when he touched them. His mind was useless. He could barely remember anything. Ian tried to remember what he was doing, and suddenly a barrage of pain made him bite his lip, a gasp caught between his teeth. After a trembling moment, Ian found enough within himself to return her glare, his gaze alight with hidden pain. I will not show any weakness and with that thought, the young man realized that he had to make some sort of move though he couldn't say what. He'd work on that thought in the next few seconds, he decided, and his eyes went slightly glazed as his overworked mind struggled for some semblance of logic.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Jun 20, 2007 10:59:44 GMT -5
Lexi glanced back over at him after all of her books had been safely collected by her feet. "Yeah, Ian?" she asked, a bit more coldly than she was towards most people, but found her gaze softening slightly as he struggled to return the glare. It wasn't in her nature to be very sympathetic towards people, so she just raised an eyebrow in question, not voicing her concerns aloud. It didn't matter if he was alright; they weren't friends, and would never be. Instead...
"You're a mess." she stated, as if obvious. Try as he might to hide his pain, it showed rather obviously on his face, and she grinned slightly.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jun 20, 2007 11:38:13 GMT -5
"Am I?" Ian said, taking a deep breath and rubbing his palm over his forehead, trying to force his vision back into something normal. "I'd-" He stopped, delving for more than the petty, and shifted onto his hands, his fingers over the lip of the seat and his elbows locked. Ian looked up at Lexi. "Hardly more so than an overambitious bore . . ." His pun on her house mascot wouldn't go unnoticed; she wasn't unintelligent, after all. The pain in his head eased slightly, and Ian found the air a little less thick as he drew his next breath.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Jun 20, 2007 11:44:26 GMT -5
Lexi rolled her eyes as she caught his pun; she had been waiting for some joke on her House or major from him, anyway. "Oh, real clever, that one. Did you spend all last night thinking it up?" she asked, shaking her head slightly and rubbing at her eyes. She hadn't been getting much sleep from her studying, and she knew it probably showed. Not that it mattered, of course, for who was there to impress? Ian? Not likely.
"Perhaps you should go have a lie down in your commonroom. I'm sure no one will miss you in your class." she told him, while trying to organize her scattered books to make them easier to carry.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jun 21, 2007 21:43:34 GMT -5
"No, you see, Lexi, unlike some people," he seethed, struggling to his feet, "Some of us are missed when we aren't about. And I've got to get to Demonology; I can't miss that class." Ian rubbed at his hair briskly and smoothed his shirt. "I know you're a Divination major, so really you can skip off without missing anything, but this isn't History of Dice Rolling. This is Demonology, and we actually learn about things with power . . . when you're able to properly tell me next week's weather, I'll be able to change it. That's a promise," he said, his green-blue eyes glittering like the ocean at noon. Ian didn't feel at all well, it was true, but he also felt a driving compulsion to work it off. Even his moments laying on the bench had made him feel antsy, a little itch forcing him up through the illness.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Jun 21, 2007 21:51:47 GMT -5
Lexi stood, finally giving up on holding all of her books and taking out her wand, sending a few of them flying down the corridor and out of sight, hopefully to her dorms. She turned to face Ian, her gaze icy. "Oh, but Ian, my dear. Changing the weather? I would have thought that that would take talent, no? You couldn't possibly affect anything like that in the near future." she told him, false-innocence mixing with her cold tone.
"And, well, I'll have you know that just because you seem to have no talent at reading the future... or anything, really, but that's besides the point... doesn't mean that we don't learn. You see, in Demonology, you can learn everything there is to know from a book. Divination takes practice, time, and expertise. None of which are required for Demonology, so in a way, I suppose one could say you've taken the easy route in choosing your major. Pity, really."
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Post by Brandon Diggorced on Aug 5, 2007 23:55:12 GMT -5
Brandon entered the hallway and heard of their verbal assaults. He smirked to himself, shrugged, and decided to step in.
"Techincally, Aidan," he reasoned, "she could predict what spirits you were about to call into your power and she could set up the appropriate defenses....and yet..." he trailed off, looking at Lexi, "she'd have to have some power in the first place. And please.....Lexi Summers with talent?"
He chuckled to himself and walked along the corridor, until he found a suitable spot to fight in if a duel broke out.
ooc: what can I say? I wanna be in the fanfic
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