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| Posted by: Liam Albarn Feb 14 2005, 02:22 AM |
| Having just finished getting his four poster set up in the wrong dormitory he decided to come downstairs and relax in the commonroom. He had taken off his ball attire and decided on something a bit less formal, a pair of jeans and his lucky white Sex Pistols shirt. He walked quietly over to the fireplace, resting his hand on the cold stone mantle and leaning on his arm. He scanned the room with his eyes, taking in everything he'd missed over the last year. The house and quidditch cups, there was a new portrait hanging on the south wall, and even a new center table. All in all it hadnt changed much at all, Still the same dank dungeon he remembered... but it was his home. He turned to face one of the leather couches and could almost see a young girl chasing him around it, yelling for him to give back her hacky sack. The memory faded, replaced by one of him carrying a tired Jennifer Royal up the stairs to the girls dorms. Looking back at the couch he saw a memory that made his heart ache... There she was, curled up next to him on the couch... A smile on both of their faces as they slept. He hadnt seen Starmia since he had gotten back, not exactly hard considering he'd only been back a few hours. Her trunk upstairs had alerted him to her presence, which made for a rather bad situation. The girl who he loved and hated most in the world was in the same castle with him. At Durmstrang it had been rather easy to avoid each other, the castle was much larger than Hogwarts and it hadnt been difficult to stay clear of each other. Here at Hogwarts would be a completely different story, classes were small and everybody knew everybody. He frowned slightly and returned his gaze to the fire, intent on just enjoying being back home. His reverie however, was disturbed by the sound grinding of stone as the entrace to the commonroom opened and a shadowy figure stepped through. "Oh youve gotta be kidding..." |
| Posted by: Starmia Feb 14 2005, 02:39 AM |
| Starmia put all her effort into creeping as quickly & quietly as possible through the dank, winding corridors of the lower dungeon levels. She didn't have any idea of the time - only that it was either desperately late at night or horrifyingly early in the morning - & was trying her best not to cause any disturbance as she made her way back to the Slytherin Common Room. The Valentines Ball hadn't met the usual standard of Hogwarts social parties, but Starmia knew why that was. As she'd been in Bulgaria for six months she'd felt uncomfortably out of place in that warm, open Hall. Especially with so many first years that had no idea who she was & didn't scurry underneath her as she stomped past. It was unnerving. The secret stone entrance way made a grinding sound as it magically manouvered to let the exhausted Slytherin girl back home. She cursed it outwardly, muttering obsenities under her breath, just desperate to finally climb those stairs to the dorms so she could change into her oversized Ramones tee shirt & fall asleep. But as her second heavily buckled booted foot crossed over the threshold, she heard a muttering coming from the dark depths of the common room. She froze instinctivley & listened for any more sounds, but there weren't any. Finally daring herself to move, Starmia lifted the hem of her long black dress & began to cross the cold stone floor on tiptoe [which is much harder when one's boots are steel-capped] - her sharp green eyes continually sweeping the room for any potential snitches that could get her into trouble. But then, as the seventeen year old crossed the only part of the room that was partically illuminated by a dying fire, she noticed a figure sat in it's path. It was just a shadow, a silhouette, it could have been anybody. Except for the fact that the very tips of his spikey hair were a blatant electric pink. With a sharp intake of breath, Starmia forgot all need to be quiet, "Holy Guacamole!" |
| Posted by: Liam Albarn Feb 14 2005, 02:58 AM |
| He was astounded that his luck could really be that bad. He had been back all of four hours and already he had met up with the ONE person on earth he really didnt want to see. He would take Grindlewald over an angry Starmia any day of the week. She did have a certain right to be angry at him, just as he was entitled to be angry at her. It wasnt his fault that she thought he had been cheating on her. No... but it was his fault for not denying it. If she didnt trust him enough in the first place then why should he controdict her. 'When people only expect the worst of you, why bother to prove them wrong?' he mused his eyes dulling somewhat. 'Wonderful, just bloody marvelous. How could this possibly get any worse?' he thought quickly, his eyes still lingering on her. She had just moved into the light when he caught a glimpse of her dress, he turned back to the fire and gave a throaty laugh, "Fairly gothic attire Starms, going to a funeral? Oh sorry, forgot thats what you usually wear." he smirked illuminated by the fire. Other than the random crackling of the fire, the room was entirely silent. He could hear her accelerated breath, oh she was pissed... and he knew it. "Bad time to pick a fight, Im not in the mood" he turned towards her, his eyes filled with malice "So piss off." |
| Posted by: Starmia Feb 14 2005, 03:11 AM |
| Starmia watched as the one boy who had single-handedly spent up every single emotion she ever turn around & glare at her with achingly familiar crimson eyes. She'd once been obsessed with those eyes, & for a brief moment she could remember a snippet of a playfight they'd had together - Liam... Why have pink hair when you've got red eyes?! Everyone knows red & pink are clashing colours you silly rutabaga... But it was increasingly obvious that days when the two Slytherins could be so playful & loving to each other were well & truely gone. Currently, Starmia stood with her fists curling into tight little balls - the finger that usually adorned a ring given to her by Liam was naked. "Bad time to pick a fight, Im not in the mood" he turned towards her, his eyes filled with malice "So piss off." Starmia's eyes narrowed & her lips curled with hatred. He had. No. Damn. Right to be speaking to her like this. Wasn't it him who decided to bake a little Bulgarian tart in the library - an excersise that apparently requires physical contact & a chamberpot of flirtacious grins. Wasn't it him who had admitted it all later when she had confronted him on the matter? Yes. It was. & no matter what he said - he had deserved to witness her smooching the tonsils out of some kindly old gentleman. Not to mention that rather lovely right-hander that she'd planted just below his jaw. "Don't flatter yourself." She uttered finally, trying to keep her composure but failing dismally as she'd already circled around the sofa & was stood closer to him, "I was about to go to bed but, oh dear, I'm not going to find another box of Bulgarian tart mix sitting in there & waiting for you to bake it, am I?" She gritted her teeth, already winding herself up & ready to punch him in the face, "If I am, I suggest you get it out of my way before I use her as a bowling balls for beating the living cabbage out of you." |
| Posted by: Liam Albarn Feb 14 2005, 03:34 AM |
| "I was about to go to bed but, oh dear, I'm not going to find another box of Bulgarian tart mix sitting in there & waiting for you to bake it, am I?" They had been a good couple, no not the tart he baked. Hell he had never even frosted it. Starmia and Liam fit together well, they complimented each other like they were made for one another. Liam stood up from his place on the floor and took a few slow steps towards her, he raised a finger on his left hand as if counting something. "A. I was hungry. B. It wasnt a Tart. C. I REALLY was just baking it." he paused for a moment and waited for some of his anger to subside. "Not that its any of your business, you did your fair share as well... How old was Professor Tarpin again? Fifty?" he said slowly, pronouncing every sylable very clearly. He finished his semi rant and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets. He now finally took the time to get a good look at her, Her hair was a bit shorter now but still black as night. Her dress really wasnt so bad, in fact she looked rather good in it. He noted that the pin he had pierced her eyebrow with was still in its rightful place, it almost made him sentimental...almost. "Did you ever even bother to stop and wonder why I was at Durmstrang? When I found out you were going to Europe for a 6 months before heading to Durmstrang to finish out the year. I decided that I would head over there to surprise you... but the first time I see you in 6 months I get a fist to my jaw." His anger was gradually rising, she had never bothered to look into the matter before heading off to fraterize with some idiot of a substitute who was too dumb to realize he was being used just to piss Liam off further. He was but inches from her now, they were both furious. "You saw me with a pastry and automatically assumed that I was eating it, and then had the stupidity to accuse me of it! Hell you didnt trust me enough to believe me, so why bother denying it? I dont want to be with somebody that doesnt trust me!" He growled, he just wanted to reach over and shake her out of her idiotic stupor. |
| Posted by: Starmia Feb 14 2005, 03:49 AM |
| "A. I was hungry. B. It wasnt a Tart. C. I REALLY was just baking it." Starmia cowered ever so slightly as the loomingly tall boy strode toward her. It was almost painful for her to even glance at the impossibly handsome pink-haired boy before her. But she kept forcing herself to, up to the point that she thought her eyes might begin to water, just because she was not going to let him win any battles between them – no matter how small or insignificant they might be. She was not going to give him any hint of control. For moment she thought of coming back with how the tart actually looked quite undercooked, & how Liam was too stupid to be baking anything. But Starmia knew that neither came even close to the truth, & she didn't want to seem like a sulky child. Her fingers tightened in their fists by her side. He had no right to be trying to wriggle himself free now. It was too late for all that crap. "You saw me with a pastry and automatically assumed that I was eating it, and then had the stupidity to accuse me of it! Hell you didnt trust me enough to believe me, so why bother denying it? I dont want to be with somebody that doesnt trust me!" Starmia almost screamed with frustration. Without even realising she'd done it, she closed the gap between them both & glared fiercly upward into the face of a boy that she used to love like she thought she never could. Hell, the fact that she had just returned from a party & was consequently looking as rough as possible whilst he had had time to change & was, as usual, looking wrathfully beautiful made the Slytherin want to follow up on her six-month-old punch. "We both know you'll bake anything with two cups of flour & a tablespoon of sugar!" She cried - all too aware that she was probably waking up half of Slytherin & alerting the House Professors that there was a domestic situation arising in the common room. But she less than cared, "What was I supposed to think?! You knew I was going to Bulgaria & you didn't bother to tell me you were going to follow - so there I see you with some dumb... little... Bulgarian tart. In a pastrycase. Laughing like it's the best tasting tart in the world! Hell, it's not as if I just straight went up & punched you or ate chocolate!" She took in a deep breath. It was obvious she was rambling. One of the unfortunate side effects of a pissed off Starmia, "Which was," She added as an afterthought, "Full of peanuts. But I sweetly came up to you & asked you what the hell was going on! You could have just told me then I had it wrong. Tried to sort it out with me then. But no, you have to go & be the stupid sous chef, don't you?" Starmia pushed Liam backwards with a quick gesture of two hands. She desperately wanted to get her hands on him... But it was so annoyingly unladylike for a girl to start a fight. |
| Posted by: Liam Albarn Feb 14 2005, 04:03 AM |
| "But I sweetly came up to you & asked you what the hell was going on! You could have just told me then I had it wrong." He was at a loss for words, did she even remember what happened that night in the library? "Honestly, do you remember anything that happened when you found me?" She started speaking in a move to interupt him but he wasnt going to stand for it, he came back with a vengeance. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me! The pale guy...still has...the floor." He paused and regained his breath. "When you found me you didnt 'ask' me what was going on, you flat out accused me of being 'a cheating lying gourmand before punching me. So dont come that innocent attitude with me, This isnt ALL my fault." "We both know you'll bake anything with two cups of flour & a tablespoon of sugar!" That hurt... alot. He really couldnt stand it anymore, in a quick motion he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders... Intent on getting this through to her. "I never once cheated on you. For gods sakes, I never even looked at another tart like that while I was with you. I love...loved you more than anything or anyone in the entire world. You were my world." He said slowly, finally letting his hands fall from her shoulders to rest at his sides. He was tired of it all now... Just tired... (OOC: Rushed in an attempt to get it out before my counterpart went to bed. *Huggles Bex* ) |
| Posted by: Starmia Feb 14 2005, 04:08 AM |
| As Liam's arms moved upward & grabbed firmly to each of her shoulders, Starmia felt a quiver run up her body. To an outsider, it would have looked like a temor of possible fear passing up the girl at the thought of what the considerably bigger-built boy could do to her. But inside the deepest depths of the increasingly stubborn layers of the seventeen-year-old, it was just the light thrill she got from feeling him touch her again. As his arms withdrew sheepishly back to their sides, Starmia found that one of her own had suddenly reached upward and grabbed Liam by the scruff of his shirt collar, choking him intentionally & forcing him to see the world from her height. It was ridiculous really – the size gap between the two of them. Liam was easily approaching six & a quarter feet while Starmia was struggling to meet five foot six. As she gruffly brought his electric pink head down to meet her own, she pushed herself forward to meet him. She hadn’t any idea of what she was doing. This was pure instinct without thought. Starmia was exploding with rage that even breaking vases and shouting swear words couldn’t cure. It wasn’t even that she had any right to be that angry, but the Slytherin always found illegitimate ways of winding herself up to the point of exhaustion. As their lips met, Starmia reached around with her other hand & whacked Liam on the head with a wooden spoon. How’dya like that? She found herself thinking bitterly, Here’s your chance to feel what those countless mixing bowls went through, you son of an executive chef… Starmia felt him flinch at this but the seventeen-year-old didn’t remove herself from him. Quite the opposite. She was enjoying the sense of him squirming a little as she touched him, & as Starmia continued to kiss him, she suddenly decided to season. Strongly. With pepper. A moment later she could sense the merest flicker of a peppery substance in her nose. She sneezed with a hint of a smile; it was kind of poetic. She’d always said she’d never really been able to understand the boy’s chef side & yet here she was – passionate with anger & seasoning the only one she deemed worthy to taste. Starmia sniffed at him again. He was like a well-done steak. She’d not been in this position for so long & her instincts felt a need to make up for lost time. Before they’d broken up, if she’d been like this, Liam would have probably been looking for the nearest kitchen. But now Starmia didn’t want him to move, she just wanted him to let her have her own way. Then, without any warning, she softened. She threw away the wooden spoon and tried to soothe the bump she’d caused by a gentle pat of her palm. She made the kiss a little shallower, & tried not to be so hungry about it. This was the more familiar, the more comfortable. The need to season & spice & sweeten Liam had gone, & instead she just wanted to be with him. Hot tears threatened to leak from beneath her dark eyelashes but she held them back by screwing up her eyes & then, finally, pulling away from him. Turning her back, she put a hand over her face. “You sous-chef,” Was all she could manage in a raspy whisper, “You pastry-baking sous-chef.” |
| Posted by: Professor Hawthorne Feb 14 2005, 05:42 AM |
| Rytalia Hawthorne decended the staircases into the dungeons just to grab a book from the Slytherin Common Room that she knew was there on one of the coffee tables in the luxurious common room. Her ears however were not greeted with silence as she had expected, but instead with a rediculous amount of profane words coming out from the mouths of two students. "MISTER ALBALN AND MISS ANGO-DAHL!" she shrieked with her hands crossed over her and her lips pursed in anger. "Now, I don't care what the two of you are arguing about but your language appalls me! I would think that two being older students would know better than to utter such horrid words out of your mouths! A hundred points deduction from each of you and a detention for both. Perhaps that will suffice to remind you of the rules?" She inquired but expected no answer. "I do NOT want to hear such language in this common room again!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Mr. Albarn and Miss Ango-Dahl, regardless of both of you just returning to Hogwarts you both know the rules. If you happen to need a refresher then I suggest you read the http://www.hogwarts-online.org/rpg/index.php?act=SF&f=114. Regardless of the words being blackened out by symbols we all know exactly what they were pertaining to. I can understand a slip of the tongue just once, but using them in excess as you both have done is NOT acceptable in this common room or on this site. I'll be PMing you both shortly and I will also be closing this...) In case you're wondering, they didn't get in trouble for exchanging recipes. The offending material in their posts has been replaced with nonsense. ~Nemesis |