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Post by joriley on Oct 20, 2008 0:57:40 GMT 1
Mood: Pissed off and cold.
Hair Color: Black with right side of hair and bangs pink, pink is currently fading.
Clothing: Black hoodie, lime green spandex shorts.
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Imagine sitting through an hour long howler. AN HOUR LONG. Well, Jo had just experienced it. She sat in the great hall, glued to her seat as nearly the entire school listened to her father rage on about the call he had recieved last night due to her sending firecrackers down a second year's trousers. A night spent in the hospital wing and he was fine! For Merlin's sake, everyone around here took everything way too seriously. On top of that, she wasn't even able to finish her dinner for her dear, blessed owl, Snow Pea, had left a present in her dish before returning to the owlery. She hated that miserable creature.
So she had stormed out of the dining hall, shoving anyone smaller than her out of her way. There was a thud with the last one she pushed, but she didn't pay any attention to it as she made her way up to her dorm. She found her small kitten, Marble, curled up on her bed. The feline gave a surprised little squeal when she scooped her up then ran right back up to the entrance hall. From there she went out to the grounds, squinting at the bright sunset. She set down the small animal and pulled out her wand then a pack of gum. Clearing her throat, she tapped the package three times then muttered an incantation. The package promptly turned into cigarettes and she pulled one out, muttering another incantation to light it. It was a nasty thing to do and she didn't make a habit out of it, but at times like these she needed something to calm her down.
After a few minutes of practicing blowing smoke out of her nose she looked down at her kitten only to find Marble not there. Shit! She immediately dropped the cig and stomped it out, quickly running off in search of her pet. Luckily, she had picked the correct path, for she saw the creature at the edge of the lake she was quickly approaching. "Marble! Here, kitty, kitty. Come on, beautiful." The retarded little water-lover only continued forward, now hovering over the black liquid. Loads of bad images swarmed through her mind, mostly things popping up and grabbing her baby underneath the murky lake.
Without a second thought the feline jumped in, his little head struggling to stay above the water as he paddled away from shore. She was squeaking nonsense now("GEH! MAR-MAR, MAR, MARBLE! BAD, BAD, BAD! GET BACK HERE!"), panicking. Really, there was no threat. All the underwater creatures were far away from the little land dweller, but Jo had no way of knowing that. Once she got to the shore it would be easy to grab her, but that was still quite a ways off.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 20, 2008 3:55:38 GMT 1
Ouch. Poor Jo.
Vivian had woken up that morning somewhat sleep deprived and had trudged her way to the Gryffindor table in hopes a solid breakfast would wake her up. Turns out she hadn’t even needed it. Just as she’d sat down furious screams of rage from Jo’s howler had sailed over her head and did quite a fantastic job of ensuring she’d never have to sleep again in, what, 4 years?
Despite the house-rivalry related stab of victory she’d initially felt upon noticing the howler was coming from the Slytherin table, as the man’s voice just kept going, and going, and going, Vivian was actually feeling quite sorry for the pink haired girl on the receiving end. Okay, so sending firecrackers down someone’s pants was really bloody sadistic and probably could have caused serious injury, but woah, who could have enough rage for a one hour nonstop scream fest? Vivian didn’t want to meet Jo’s father at any point in the future that was for sure.
After finishing breakfast rather hurriedly, Vivian had darted out before the Howler could finish and moved into the grounds for a seat on the edge of the lake near the Forbidden Forest. It was always quiet at this time, and for good reason. It was fucking freezing, that was why.
Some time later, her reading-time was quickly disturbed by the horrified shrieks of Jo panicking when her kitten jumped in the water. At first Vivian couldn’t tell what was happening, but after almost jumping three feet from a sitting position in shock and looking around to find out the cause, her eyes landed on a small, disembodied kitty head seemingly floating on the surface.
Oh shit. The girl had absolutely no luck didn’t she?
If there was one thing Vivian knew, it was that young animals couldn’t tread water very long, and it’s small body mass went it would be dangerously cold very quickly. Even though Slytherin’s were on the top of Vivian’s list of people despised, there was no way she was letting something to a little kitten just because of it. Besides, giant squid, much?
Throwing her book away Vivian whipped out her wand, left her bag and started running toward the scene. She got an idea, and was about to attempt something before realising the distance between her and the cat was a bit longer than she was willing to risk.
”SUMMONING CHARM!” she roared at the girl, hoping to death it would work, and that she could get there in time if it didn't. |
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Post by joriley on Oct 20, 2008 4:33:14 GMT 1
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Jo continued her mad dash toward the kitten. The little bugger had finally realized her predicament and was now starting to mewl as she just tried to keep above water. The Slytherin had never been in this sort of predicament before. Sure, Marble was always getting lost, but never like this. So the thought of using the wand shoved down her shorts didn't really enter her mind until she heard someone yell a charm at her. Summoning charm...duh! Do those even work on living things? Well, she was about to find out. She ran a little closer before stopping and pulling out the nine inch piece of oak. "Accio Marble!"
With a shriek the feline flew out of the water and through the air. Jo's eyes widened and she prepared herself, the drenched kitten collding into her chest. She wrapped her arms around her pet immediately, cooing out words of comfort as the pitiful little thing started to cry. Using her sleeves, she started to vigourously rub, wanting to get her dry as fast as possible.
After a few seconds she remembered the voice and looked up, searching the area for the female she had heard. It only took a few heartbeats before she spotted her. Gryffindor. Greeeeeat. As a Slytherin it was pretty much a rule to hate any Gryffindor she saw. She'd broken that law plenty of times to screw around, but this was an entirely different scenario. She, a Slytherin, owed a Gryffindor a 'thank you.' It was completely obvious now that she was staring openly at the girl. She had the choice to either walk away and therefore make an enemy or go up and thank her. Eh... She was hot, and she didn't seem to be a bitch..yet. There was no reason to be a bitch to her right now, plus, she wasn't feeling very bitchy when she was so shooken up.
With a small sigh she resumed drying off the kitten and walked toward the girl. Marble was still crying(though a lot less now), but her wide eyes were staring directly at the Gryffindor showing her intense curiosity. Jo didn't say anything until she was a couple feet away from her fellow student. Holy fuck, she's tall! She cleared her throat and shifted the small feline that was leaning as far out as possible to try and get a whiff of the stranger. With her very subtle German accent she softly, gut-wrenchingly said, "Yo... So, um, thanks for the, uh, advice..back there," having to save some of her dignity she added, "I was about to do it, but thanks all the same."
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 20, 2008 11:04:49 GMT 1
When Vivian spotted the cat flying out of the water to safety she gave a sigh of relief and stopped her run. Lucky the charm did work on living creatures; she hadn’t been sure herself and could have come out looking very stupid if it hadn’t. Perhaps the kitten had fallen in or something? In any case even a Slytherin couldn’t be so nasty as to throw cats into lakes.
It also turned out frantic sprints after breakfast weren’t her strong suit; she was breathing heavier than she would have liked. Oh well. Tucking her wand back into her robes, Vivian hesitated, unsure what to do now as she watched the pink haired girl who looked like a sixth year fuss over the kitten. What do you know, Slytherins might have souls after all.
It would seem rather awkward to go back and get her stuff now, especially after that, and while she was debating what to do Vivian noticed the Slytherin looking in her direction. She guessed her name was Joanna, if the howler of doom was to be believed, though it was probably safer to ask. Not wanting to be left standing there like an idiot, Vivian approached as well.
When it came to social matters little miss Gryffindor was hardly the first person with a clue, so Joanna’s proclamation that she’d already thought of the idea made her feel a bit uncomfortable. So that was for nothing? There were no rude remarks coming her way however, so that was a good sign. The girl must really love her cat.
”Oh vell, at least he’s out of harm’s way.” she said quickly, lowering her head a little to peer at the kitty. Aww, the damn thing was adorable, if a little troublesome it seemed. It was nice to know house rivalries could be put aside when need be, but Vivian was wondering how long she had before she outstayed her welcome. ”Does he do zat a lot or are you just having a very bad day?” |
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Post by joriley on Oct 21, 2008 1:45:24 GMT 1
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Jo fought back a smirk at her success. This one didn't seem to be overly bright like those snub Ravenclaws. The ravens were the ones that would have caught her lie in a second and never let it go until she threatened to hex them. However, she was unable to hold back her smirk when she noticed the girl's accent. Before she could even think twice about stopping herself, she was imitating the Gryffindor. "Ja, she's alvays getting into trouble, but never like zis. Iz not zeh best day eizer. You need to kill the accent, schatz."
She grinned, holding on tight to the now squirming kitten. As long as she had this little feline in her arms she was safe from any hexes or fists. It wasn't meant to seriously offend the girl - she was just teasing her, but Jo didn't care even if it did(Well, maybe a little. Vivian was a considerable amount bigger than she.). There's no way a Russian Gryffindor was going to come to Hogwarts and not get teased by a German Slytherin. Jo's accent had died down a lot over the past six years for obvious reasons. If she wanted she could bring it back, but it's better to sound British in a British Wizarding School, don't you think?
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 22, 2008 11:37:39 GMT 1
||OoC|| I decided to be an idiot and post anyway. *Should be studying. A lot.* ||
That wasn’t nice. It was funny how Slytherins could change attitudes with the speed of a thrown knife. It was wonder that any other house could stand them really, or maybe Gryffindors just had a natural way with the little twerps? Vivian was starting to agree with the sentiments in the Gryffindor common room that the Slytherin house should be abolished and all who were in it to be immediately expelled. Joanna, regrettably, looked to be about a sixth or possible a seventh year which meant if things degraded down into a duel, Joanna’s superior experience with magic would probably win out. She looked the type to get into fights pretty often too.
”I don’t see vat ze problem is, you have an accent just ze same.” Well, not quite. Joanna’s was certainly less pronounced. Stubbornness perhaps had meant Vivian had never gone to the effort of trying to work hers off. Really though, they were just as bad as each other: Germany had Adolph Hitler, Russia had Josef Stalin, but somehow Vivian guessed Joanna would know little about muggle politics. ”Maybe if you took better care of your cat a Gryffindor vouldn’t have to come and clean up your mess.”
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Post by joriley on Oct 23, 2008 0:58:51 GMT 1
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(tsk tsk tsk =P)
Jo grinned when Vivian pointed out her accent. She knew that was bullshit and she was about to point it out when she said something else. Oh hell no! Before responding she took a moment to size up the girl. Very tall, but she looked like the type that would rely on their wand more than their fists. That would be an advantage for Jo because she was fairly certain she was a fifth year and the Slytherin was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in a duel. Deciding it was safe, she took a step closer, "Maybe if you decided to stay in your little comm-" She stopped, unsure whether she was pureblood or not. It was possible the Gryffindor could have no idea what she was talking about. Then there would just be an awkward silence and it'd be made clear that Jo was a halfblood. So she bit her tongue and took a second to organize her thoughts. "What's your name, Griffy?"
If she said something like 'Hilary Stalin' Jo was either a) running for the hills or b) declaring herself 'Joanna Hitler.' My twisted, power-hungry leader is better than your's. Yeah, that's right. She laughed and rolled her eyes inwardly. If anyone knew how much of a dork she really was her social status of badass would go riiight down the tube.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 23, 2008 6:08:22 GMT 1
Joanna was a strange one: she couldn’t seem to make up her mind at all if she wanted to be aggressive or friendly. First it looked as though she’d stepped forwards to try and get into a fight, and then suddenly changed her mind again. Was it bipolar (wait, wasn’t bipolar to do with mood swings? Whatever.) or did the howler and the shock of the cat falling in the Black Lake break her brain temporarily? At least if the pink haired Slytherins personality did a three sixty again Joanna couldn’t go for her wand without making it obvious, seeing as she was using both hands to support the kitten.
”Vivian, and I take from zeh Howler zat you are Joanna?” She had a pretty name, pity it was attached to someone so seemingly deplorable. If Vivian got a howler in front of everyone like that she’d probably go and commit suicide right then and there. ”Do silencing charms vork on Howlers or do you have to just vait zem out?” she questioned, deciding she might as well ask, seeing as it was either that or wait for Joanna’s mood to swap back to evil and let her come up with something ass-nasty to say. She guessed not, or Joanna would probably have tried, or maybe the thought just hadn’t occurred to her. |
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Post by joriley on Oct 24, 2008 2:19:47 GMT 1
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Hmpf. Vivian...it seemed so...formal, but then again you compare it with most of the traditional German names and she couldn't really talk. But who was she kidding except for herself and apparently Vivian? If this girl weren't so openly trying to start something she would be flirting her ass off and telling her what a georgous name she had. She was hoping for a last name as well, but it seemed the girl had more to say.
When the howler was mentioned she immediately tensed, forgetting about the animal in her arms. Of course she was going to bring that up. Jo knew it wouldn't be long before someone said something. It was just a bit too soon for Vivian to be saying it. Her mind drifted back to that hour of pure torture and she felt the anger for her father start to rise again. "They have howlers in Russia, don't they? But then again I'm sure our precious Gryffindor has never gotten one of her own." to hell with it "What would Father Stalin say if he discovered what a little twat you are though, schatz?"
Idly, Jo thought of the cold - her bare legs were starting to go numb - and how much she wanted to go inside, but that was not an option now that she had gotten herself into this. Maybe a little argument or bitchfight was just what she needed to work off the mood her father had put her in. She just wished they had started this somewhere else..like the Entrance Hall. Even the Kitchen would be nice.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 27, 2008 10:25:08 GMT 1
Jo wasn’t reacting well, and Vivian supposed she should have seen it coming. Knowing what to say however, had never really been part of who she was and she was now fighting the all too familiar sensation that it would be better to excuse herself. The cat was all right, that was her good deed for today and sticking around skirting on the edge of an argument wasn’t part of the requirements.
That, and it was still fucking freezing. Jo would probably be losing her toes in a minute, she thought. Those spandex shorts didn’t look particularly weather resistant, much less for an autumn morning.
Jo, however, still managed to be surprising aside from her odd choice of wardrobe. The usual way wizards knew anything about muggles was in being born one of them. This one wasn’t a ‘mudblood’ because, well, if there was a muggle-born in Slytherin Vivian had never heard of their existence for one thing. Muggle Studies didn’t exactly tend to feature in their chosen curriculum either. What do you know, apparently some of them were smart.
“Probably a lot less annoyed zan darling Adolph vould be of you. You are lucky you did not live in in Nazi Germany, or you vould have been one marked for sterilisation, I zink.” Vivian said matter-of-factly with a glance at Jo’s hair, which although also partially pink was also markedly not blonde by nature. “But zen, I suppose both our countries have somezing zey would razer not speak about again. Ve all have our bad eggs,” she added, Voldemort definitely coming to mind, although, it was hard to tell how many Slytherins were still sympathisers these days.
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