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Post by Yves Ockley on Jul 29, 2008 17:24:02 GMT -5
yves ockley [/color][/font] it's all filler, no thriller[/color][/font][/right] Yves' feet dragged as he walked, his hair askew and his eyes oddly alert. This of course, came at no surprise. It was to be expected, as he had spent another night sleepless in his four-poster he'd known for seven years. Thus accordingly, his senses seemed magnified to an uncomfortable extremity. Lights around him seemed all too bright, and the shadows much too dark to be considered merely shadows. Things looked too sharp, almost mystical in an odd sort of way. Glancing at the courtyard, he could feel sunlight on his face, filtering in through the arches of the outside corridor. He gazed for a moment too long at a stone bench, wishing he could lie down and take a nap.
There was then the matter of his hair, which made it all too obvious that he'd lost sleep. It had stuck out at impossible angles, the product of all his restless tossing. Though naturally, Yves didn't much care at all about his hair.
Nor did he really care that he wasn't carrying the correct books for his coming classes. In fact, he was not quite sure where a few of them were at all.
Time and time again he'd pay the same scrawny Gryffindor to do a few of his assignments for him, and he figured between the coins and the fact Yves was four times his size, the poor kid probably didn't know how to say no. Therefore, there in fact wasn't much need for a few certain books at all.
Feeling around the inside the pocket of his robes, the corner of his mouth drew in the faintest grin. Aside from a multitude of lint and some old lemon drops, he felt a medley of gold; a galleon, or two, six sickles and eleven knuts. The product of a bit of cheating, on his part. Or, perhaps not cheating - more, compensation. In exchange for a few sickles or so (often a sickle more than his work was worth), he'd do an assignment or two for a fellow third year - something he felt made up for the lack of doing his own homework. And it provided him the money necessary to buy various things he might need from Dervish and Banges.
But as he walked, almost in a stupor wanting so to sleep, he ran his finger along the wall, hoping a reason to be late for Charms would possibly appear along the corridor the next few minutes. [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Tallia Franchesca Yallex on Aug 1, 2008 13:36:45 GMT -5
TALLIA yallexTallia walked, tired, down the hall, scratching her eyelids lightly. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the past nights, worrying about her unfinished assignments, and the classes and other stuff that was on her mind. She blinked a couple of times, trying to concentrate one what she had to do after she got back into the Ravenclaw Common room. Her brain was full of crap that she didn’t even know where she was going. She was practically wandering around the school, as she created a schedule in her head.
She ran a hand through her open, messy hair and her nails got caught. She tried to pull her hand out, and when she did, stings of hair were wrapped around her fingers. She sighed. She hadn’t combed her hair properly in a while, or…. washed it. Tallia took a rubber band from around her wrist and pulled her hair into a pony tail. Pieces of hair disrupted her view but she didn’t care. She stuffed her hand into her large pockets of her robes and realized she forgot her wand had been in there, if she had been angry it could have snapped in two. Pulling out quickly, she did a swish in the hair, and put it in her book bag.
Tallia looked down at her book bag, which was poorly structured, pieces of parchment everywhere, books slapped in there at every angle. She sighed to herself again, she was not going to find her want very quickly. She closed her book back, and brought her head up once again. She saw a boy walk down the hall, and she looked questionably at him. She rose an eyebrow at him and walked closer.
He looked drowsy with his messy hair. She smiled to her self and called out “Are you alright?”
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Post by Yves Ockley on Aug 2, 2008 19:05:16 GMT -5
yves ockley [/color][/font] it's all filler, no thriller[/color][/font][/right]
And there it was, the savior of his hankering need to avoid going to class. Yves had to admit to himself, she looked nearly as tired as he did, though it wasn't as blatantly obvious as he expected it looked with him. Her robes looked far less wrinkled than Yves imagined his were, and her hair looked remarkably well-kept. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, watching her tangle her fingers through her hair. God, he found himself thinking. Why do girls do that so often?
He no sooner lowered his eyes to the stone floor, upon the moment she looked up at him. Yallex. Yallex ... Yallex. What the hell is her first name?
The familiar sensation of wind whipping by his ears came to mind - his instinct frantically shouting at him to close his fingers around the tiny, fluttering glint of gold. Quidditch - that's where he'd recognized her. She was a Ravenclaw chaser, last name Yallex. That was, essentially, all Yves could manage to come up with.
Though she was a sixth year, he assumed, as he could not ever recall her being in any of his classes. Goodness, she a sixth year that liked to play around with her hair. At least she's not in Slytherin. Perhaps if he looked drowsy enough she wouldn't feel as confident in approaching him. As he assumed she would. If he could just lower his eyelids a bit, it'd seem like he would be incapable of having an attentive enough conversation ...
She neared him, looking at him, unwavering. She stared for a bit too long - obviously, she was bound to say something any moment. Realizing he'd opt to carry on a conversation than head up to the Charms classroom, Yves slowed his walk, and thrust his hands into his pockets.
"Are you alright?" she called from a distance.
"To be honest, I've never been better." He mustered an almighty yawn. "It's more you I'm worried about," he said, grinning crookedly as he eyed her bag spilling with parchment.
"Where're you off to? Any chance I can assist you in arriving horribly late? I think that's the road I'm heading down, myself ..." Yves said casually, glancing around the corridor, alive with the sound of twittering birds and the glow of sunlight.
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Post by Tallia Franchesca Yallex on Aug 3, 2008 0:39:53 GMT -5
TALLIA yallexTallia watched him for a moment confused. Was he going to answer her, or just continue to walk past her. She closed her eyes for a moment, and waited, impatient. She had no patience on a day like this. On as day like this she just wanted to sleep in until she was well again and ready to move, and do work and whatever else she needed to do. Today, she really didn’t want to do anything.
"To be honest, I've never been better.” Tallia heard this and stared blankly at him. He had never been better. She smiled to herself, it looked like his clothes and his hair had certainly seen better days. “It's more you I'm worried about,” She looked at him for a moment, and followed his gaze. He was looking at her spilling book bag. She sighed to herself, and rubbed the back of her neck. Great, now she needed to clean her bag and re-organize it before any important assignments were issued or else they’d be lost in the whirl of mess she had going on. She realized that it wasn’t only her bag that was a mess, but also herself. She was a hot mess. Everything was everywhere, and something she hated to be everywhere was her hair. “No need to worry about me, I’m perfectly fine. Nothing but some stupid assignments and what not.” Tallia answered all in a rush, as she re-stuffed her bag, pushing everything in till the piece of parchment were crinkled and wrinkled and closed the flap of her bag.
She huffed, and brought her attention back toward the boy who stood in front of her. "Where're you off to? Any chance I can assist you in arriving horribly late? I think that's the road I'm heading down, myself ..." Tallia shrugged. “Sure, I’m not going anywhere interesting really. I’m just going to…” She stopped abruptly. Where in the world was she going. In the hustle and bustle morning she had she completely forgot which class she had. Shit, she cursed under her breath. She had no clue where she was going, which was great, really now she was going to get a zero for the day probably. “I um.. Well this is embarrassing, I don’t know where I’m going.” Tallia told him, as she blushed slightly. How did she forget where she was going? “I can however escort you in being horribly late if you like. I’m pretty sure I was heading that way… I was right?” She replied, adding the last bit to herself. She put her index finger in her mouth and started to bit her nail.
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Post by Yves Ockley on Aug 3, 2008 1:33:02 GMT -5
yves ockley [/color][/font] it's all filler, no thriller[/color][/font][/right]
aw, shit, i modified this post by accident - i meant to quote it. it's gone. D:
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Post by Tallia Franchesca Yallex on Aug 3, 2008 22:41:15 GMT -5
TALLIA yallexTallia looked, and smiled at the nameless boy for a moment. She just realized she didn’t know his name. She tried as hard as she could to put a name with his face, but it just wasn’t working, he brain wasn’t working. She nodded to herself, which probably looked very odd, since she hadn’t replied to anything he said. This was just fantastic, she was going to fail all her classes for the day, she might as well not even bother going. It was going to be a very useless day. "You know, teachers really have been giving us a lot of bloody work lately. S'only - what - beginning of October? And we're up to here in assignments," She nodded again, but this time to what he said “Yes, it doesn’t even feel like October anymore. Is that the month? Anyways, it feels more like exam time. Dear god what’s exam time going to be like?” A horrified expression entered her face, and she squashed her palms to her cheeks. This is just fantastic, she thought to herself.
"Everything's all about 'the real world' and adults and all sorts of responsible nonsense no one really wants to do. I can't imagine what the workload's going to be like soon, if this is what it's like now.” Tallia groaned and brought one of her hands to the top of her head and left one of her cheek. To passer bys she probably looked very strange with now, with her messy hair, her wrinkled uniform, her hand over her cheek and a hand atop of her head. She didn’t know what in the world he was babbling about with the ‘Real world’ concept he had just created. She removed her hand from her cheek and put it on her head as well.
She nodded and smiled, as she took her hands off her head “Yup, I’m a sixth year. I’m quite certain I did OK, I can’t remember my marks very well, but oh well.” She shrugged, she didn’t really care about her O.W.L. marks at the moment, all she really cared about was getting her year in order, everything was all screwy already, and it was only the beginning of the year. “and no worries about that, trust me, I get a lot worst hen I’m tired. There are days when I just can’t stop laughing I’m so sleep deprived… and on others… well I’m just not that pleasant.” she was going to add today, but she hadn’t hit her really bad mood yet, thank god for that.
“Well, actually it probably is my fault. I have a slight tendency to leave everything till the last minute. And when I say slight, I mean all the time, everyday with every assignment.” Tallia admitted, quite embarrassed, as she stared down at her shoes. She didn’t know why she was telling this boy all of that, he probably did all his homework all the time and on time. Gryffindors were like that weren’t they, perfect, and smart and brave and whatever else, they were just… perfect. Just like her friend, who never did anything wrong. She sighed to herself and looked up to him, “but you don’t have that problem do you?”
Tallia spun around as she felt the slight breeze and smiled, finally it wasn’t as stuffy in here anymore, but as that happened a paper fluttered out of her bag. She cursed up her breath as she stopped and stood there and she stared at the piece of parchment. “Probably.” She answered. She did something she never had done before. She turned her messenger bag upside down and dumped all of it’s contents on the floor. “There, now I can search, but before my huge search begins, do you mind telling me your name. I can't seem to wrap my brain around it”
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Post by Yves Ockley on Aug 4, 2008 0:06:10 GMT -5
yves ockley [/color][/font] it's all filler, no thriller[/color][/font][/right]
Her brown hair, looking nearly as frazzled as she, reflected in Yves' amused eyes as he watched her curiously. She nodded curtly, to herself, as he let out a deep, sleepy breath. People've got their oddities. Let them live. You've got moron-alarms in your head, some people nod to themselves. That's all there bloody is to it. He let his arms fall to his sides.
"Yes, it doesn’t even feel like October anymore. Is that the month? Anyways, it feels more like exam time. Dear god what’s exam time going to be like?"
Yves' smiled, his teeth glimmering maliciously. Something about his nameless friend's expression - squashed up, so endlessly horrified - he swallowed an indecent chuckle. "Like a living hell, I'm sure. It always is. Can't wait, myself ... homework, some more homework ... an exam here or there ... should be immeasurably fun. I just hope I can pull off higher than troll goddamn Herbology. I swear that class put me to sleep quicker than the Draught of Living Death wood. One can only look at plants for so long, you know? Don't even move ... bloody things ..." He yawned again, scratching at his lucid blue eye. Stop talking. You ramble, you raving idiot.
If she had looked a bit daunted at his mention of exams, it was nothing compared to his mention of 'the real world'. She had tangled her hands into her hair, which was now scrunched up possibly more than it had been before. The smile returned - somehow, guiltily, exams fueled him. Through the years he'd learned a person's true colors came out undeniably during those few days before exams took place. Most had permanent steam streaming from their ears, their trousers on backwards, exhibited behavior of being hit with a nasty memory-modification charm, had pencils up their noses ... exam time was like bliss. Yves thrived seeing other people in a sheer state of pandemonium, and in itself, that is what had given him the drive to succeed. For after one had spent so much time laughing, you were bound to pass an exam or two. Granted, Yves could get his own trousers on properly without thinking.
“Yup, I’m a sixth year. I’m quite certain I did OK, I can’t remember my marks very well, but oh well.”
Yves laughed. "I can't either. I s'pose that's a good thing though - must mean I didn't get anything too horrid. Last time I'd been sent a howler from my mum was all the way back in year three. I must've been a bit stupid back then." He paused, raising his brow slightly. "That's good though," he offered, "About your O.W.Ls."
They stood at a standstill, as he raised his hands and tried to flatten his hair a bit, eyeing hers. She had classic exam hair - that sort of look all girls got right around the time of exams. And it was only October. This year will be fantastic.
“And no worries about that, trust me, I get a lot worst hen I’m tired. There are days when I just can’t stop laughing I’m so sleep deprived… and on others… well I’m just not that pleasant.”
Yves nodded knowledgeably. "I feel you, one hundred percent. About the being unpleasant. Really, it's become one of my favorite hobbies ... never a dull moment, when I haven't gotten enough sleep. Which is nearly all the time." He shifted his feet around a bit, straightened his robes, scratched his neck - he felt a bit fidgety. He needed to move, needed to stretch out a bit. Boys were often like that, often exhibiting the sort of behavior you'd expect if you'd hit them with a particularly strong Tarantallegra spell. He continued to fidget.
“Well, actually it probably is my fault. I have a slight tendency to leave everything till the last minute. And when I say slight, I mean all the time, everyday with every assignment.”
"I think we've all got a bit of that tendency within us somewhere. Some of us more than others," he added as an afterthought, looking genuinely thoughtful. Yves smiled. "I don't much like doing homework either. If I do say so though, I play a brilliant game of Gobstones. Comes from lots of practice."
She looked up at him with - could it be - a look of admiration in her eyes ? He swelled. “But you don’t have that problem do you?”
"Ah, of course I don't. Head boy always does his homework." Yves stretched his arms. "I think it's about time I asked, though, I never quite got your -"
At that precise moment, the entire contents of her bag spilled onto the floor. A proper diversion, at last. First zero in Charms of the year. A tiny part of him glowed appreciatively.
"There, now I can search, but before my huge search begins, do you mind telling me your name. I can't seem to wrap my brain around it."
"Yves Ockley. Gryffindor seeker, head boy. How may I be of service to you?" He took an embellished mini-bow, extending his arm for her to shake. She stared at him for a moment. "And your name? I've seen you play Quidditch a fair few times, I think."
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Post by Tallia Franchesca Yallex on Aug 4, 2008 0:49:12 GMT -5
TALLIA yallexA piece of Tallia’s hair fell in front of her face. She stared up at it angry. She was too lazy to lift her hand, pull it out of her face, and put if behind her ear. She began blowing her breath upwards in order to move the hair. Hopefully it would lift it self out of her visions way and land on her head. After a few huffs, it didn’t seems to work. Tallia looked angrily up at it, and shook her head trying to get it out of the way, but that stubborn piece of brown hair would not move. “Well- I- really - hope - your - joking” She replied, though it came out strange, after each word she shook her head to the side hoping that piece of hair would move, but it never did. After multiple tried, in which she looked like complete idiot trying to move her hair with out raising her hand, she finally stopped and let that limp piece of hair stay there, obscuring her eyesight. She narrowed her eyes and she ;looked up and added, “well, I bet you’ll do better.”
She stopped trying to find ways of moving her hair when she laughed, her really ugly laugh and stopped quickly. Her laugh was the ugliest thing on the planet. It sounded like a hose drowning. “you mother actually sent you a howler for not doing well? Hmmm, never heard of that one. Excuse my laugh, it really isn’t my fault. It’s hereditary.” She explained, she hated laughing though there were times she couldn’t help it.
Tallia nodded, not really listening to what he said. She stared down at her bag. Her contents spilled out all over the floor. She was going to be very late for class that day… she might not even make it. As she thought that a weight was lifted off her shoulders, but another weight was added, if she got a zero for the day, well she’d have to make that up somehow, and then she’d have to find time to do all that work from in class, but she decided she’d worry about that later, when she really needed to.
She turned to him, and rose an eyebrow, “You’re head boy?” She asked him, although it was obvious he was, he had just told her. A rosy red colour rose into her cheeks. Great, she was thinking of ditching class and the one day she might get away with it, she ends up talking to the head boy. Which was just fantastic, really it was. She put her hand under her chin and contemplated. Well if he was going to do something, he would have done it earlier… hopefully he wasn’t one of those goody goody head boys who made sure everything was in perfect order with the students and what not. He didn’t seem like that type anyway…. She giggled as he bowed and smiled, and gave a small curtsy herself “The names Tallia, Tallia Franchesca Yallex. You can call me Tallia or Talli, which ever suits you the most. Yes, I’m the keeper. Though I’m not that fantastic at it… though I’m good enough,” she replied. Tallia wasn’t one to lie and say she was amazing at something she was obviously not.
Bending down she began to stack the paper in a pile “Of course you can be of service to me, but take it slow. I’ don’t want my bag to end up the way it was before.” She said, though she said with other intentions. She was really in no rush to go off to her class, whatever class she was suppose to head off to. “In the meantime, we can search for my mysterious missing schedule.”Bah, that sucks so much :[ and my post is icky. Just so you know...
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Post by Yves Ockley on Aug 4, 2008 11:26:19 GMT -5
yves ockley [/color][/font] it's all filler, no thriller[/color][/font][/right] A smile flashed through his eyes, watching her in the midst of trying to control her hair. It's not worth it ... messy hair will be messy hair. Yves found his own hand ruffling through his hair, imagining his pillow and twisted sheets, which ultimately had done the most damage to it. His hair, merely, was hopeless. And he'd tried the air-blowing method enough times to understand that.
“Well, I bet you’ll do better.”
Something about her extreme sense of modesty made Yves want to pat her shoulder - maybe tell her he liked her hair in that messy sort of clump on her head. It was cute, in a way, and she didn't seem quick to make it any different. Despite the subtle ways in which she brought herself down in front of him, he could sense she seemed happy. Perhaps a bit frazzled, but happy.
"All I can say is ... this won't be the first class I'm skipping. Most of the bad marks I get are simply out of spite." He shrugged, gazing about the corridor. "It happens."
“You mother actually sent you a howler for not doing well? Hmmm, never heard of that one. Excuse my laugh, it really isn’t my fault. It’s hereditary.”
Yves shook his head, letting loose a lone chuckle. He marveled at her laughter - deep and truly genuine. Her glimmering teeth, pink cheekbones - her face was set aglow with happiness.
"I had a slight advantage. It was in French. Luckily I was able to muffle it slightly - I believe I tried to shove it down Paul Piddling's throat. He found it a good bit funnier than some of the other kids, so I told him he could have it if he thought it was so great." He tried to grimace. It failed, a smile filtering through his exceptionally somber look. "Bloody Slytherin. And you know, you've got a good laugh. I can't stand it when girls ... giggle."
"You’re head boy?" she repeated quickly, seeming to stand up a bit straighter. Her cheeks had gone pink. His shoulders hunched over a bit, he nodded. "I'm head boy," he confirmed seriously.
He paused, a furious howl of the wind sweeping up a pile of rusty old leaves from the courtyard.
"Chucked the badge, though. If I remember correctly ... it was at this one rather stupid fellow's head. He found it humorous, the badge."
She put her hand beneath her chin, a look of concentration tugging at her brow.
What, does she think I'm going to take points for skipping class? Perhaps. You are head boy. She seems responsible enough. It was merely ... a schedule mishap. And after we sort this out maybe she'll be able to remember where she's going. It's bloody October, already.
She curtseyed, letting another loose laugh escape her lips. Her face lit up. “The names Tallia, Tallia Franchesca Yallex. You can call me Tallia or Talli, which ever suits you the most. Yes, I’m the keeper. Though I’m not that fantastic at it… though I’m good enough."
Yves found himself trying to recall the last time they'd played Ravenclaw - ages ago, it seemed like to him. He frowned slightly, missing the feeling of his broom in his hands. Dewy grass, the shining sun ... his heart galloped, yearning for practice.
However, no recollection of Tallia's playing.
"I imagine you're plenty good," he said finally, stepping back slightly to look at her build. She wasn't weak and frail - with a good broom, he imagined, she'd be plenty good at scoring points. "Quidditch's a tough game. Some of the guys ..." he rubbed his shoulder reminiscently, recalling the last time a burly Hufflepuff beater whacked a bludger in his direction.
“Of course you can be of service to me, but take it slow. I’ don’t want my bag to end up the way it was before. In the meantime, we can search for my mysterious missing schedule.”
Yves threw his lone book to the floor, and sat cross-legged on the floor. He rested his head against the wall.
"What's it look like? You haven't ... bewitched it to turn pink or anything, have you?
[/blockquote][/color] Bah, I know. It upsets me. D: XD And no it's not, your post was plenty good. I'm afraid mine sort of really sucks, though.
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