Alice Prewett
Gryffindor Student[/color] Seventh Year Head Cheerleader
we can burn brighter than the s u n
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Post by Alice Prewett on Aug 17, 2012 15:45:47 GMT -5
The letter Alice had received from her parents in the morning informing her of the finalization of their divorce was pinned up on the wall, littered with holes after Alice had used her wand to shoot tiny darts at it. Kind of a juvenile way to deal with it, she knew, but at least she hadn't ripped it up to pieces or set it on fire or something. That would have been too dramatic. (Although she had been sorely tempted, but she hadn't done it and that was all that really counted, right?). Of course, she'd then proceeded to try not to think about it the entire day, and the weird thing is, the harder you tried to not think about something, the more that you actually wound up thinking about it, especially since you were thinking about not thinking about it and, really, it was just a mess in her head and Alice barely wrote any notes during all her morning classes and spent lunch pigging out on what she considered to be comfort food (she'd almost metaphorically torn Kieran's head off when he reached for the last piece of pie; thankfully, he'd known better than to fight her for it, so his head and other sensitive body parts remained untouched). She hit her breaking point during Potions that afternoon, when she'd mucked up her potion and received her first "T" in the class. She'd hastily gathered her things after the bell rang and almost sprinted to the bathroom, well she proceeded to have a very small, very quiet breakdown in the stall. Weirdly enough, she felt a lot better after having let it all out and continued the rest of the day feeling semi-normal about everything, although she did purposefully trip up Sullivan on the way to class, if only because it was fun to see him get all flustered and flail his hands about while simultaneously trying not to curse at her because he was a gentleman and it made her feel a bit better about herself, although she knew that tomorrow she'd probably give him a kiss on the cheek and a hug and maybe go to the kitchens to get him his favourite type of biscuits as an apology for being such a horrible person.
By the time dinner time came around, Alice was feeling much more like herself. She'd spent muggle studies writing down her feelings in her diary instead of taking down notes and managed to figure out the mess in her head, finally coming to the conclusion that she had overreacted and that that might be because her time of month was coming up soon and she was feeling extra PMS-y. She'd known it was coming, of course she'd known. It was mostly that she hadn't expected to receive the news through letter. Briefly, she wondered if Beth had received a similarly-worded letter, and then figured her sister would more likely celebrate the news rather than mourn it, so she put it out of her mind. Plus, she had seen her during lunch and she'd looked completely normal. And, although Beth wasn't exactly the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, Alice knew that she was fine. Thus, the Gryffindor didn't pig out quite as much, since she was full from lunch and everything, and she talked a lot more naturally with her friends. Still, there was this growing restlessness in the pit of her stomach that told her she wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight if she didn't do anything outrageous or incredibly stupid. Normally, her go-to person for something like that would be Lucy, but Lucy was pregnant and, although she was still the same Lucy who was completely up for insane antics, Alice would rather spend time with squirrels then put her through anything stressful, or anything that would put her in harm's way. Maylene was busy with Quidditch practice tonight, ditto Kieran, which, really, left Alice very few options and she surveyed the people at the dinner table with narrowed eyes. You would think that you'd have a plethora of options in Gryffindor, seeing as most of them were generally up for wreaking havoc or general madness, but she was feeling extra picky tonight. Her gaze finally fell on Noah Orchard, who was laughing about something with (or laughing at) Sullivan, and her lips curled into a smirk.
Perfect.
She finished up her dinner hastily when she noticed that he was almost done, patting her mouth with a napkin and then, excusing herself from Lucy and May, she made her way out of the Great Hall and then waited by the door, leaning against the wall next to it. She didn't exactly have a plan of action and had no idea what she was going to do, but she figured that in the time she waited for Noah to exit the Great Hall, she would have thought of something. Or, if not, she'd probably end up reacting on instincts. That was the more likely option of the two, really. While Alice was usually the responsible one, it wasn't unusual for her to fall into the "act now think later" trap. She blamed her best friends for rubbing off on her. Still, no matter what she did, she was sure Noah would take it well enough. He was pretty much King of the crazy. Or, he was cool enough to accept other people who could possibly be running for the crown of Queen of the crazies. Considering she was up against the likes of Lucy Murphy and Maylene Bell, though...well, it was a pretty tough competition. Smiling to herself, Alice shook her head and went back to focusing on the exit, watching with an almost envious smile as a couple walked out hand in hand, sharing a quick kiss before they went off to their respective common rooms. Gosh, she missed having a boyfriend. But now was not the time to think of that. Now was the time to think of what she would do when Noah walked out. Or not do. Winging it sounded pretty fun at this point. Sure enough, when she saw the tall, sandy-haired American walk out (thankfully with only a few people so she didn't have to maneuver around everyone), Alice did the true Gryffindor thing and acted without thinking first, exclaiming "think fast!" and launching herself forward onto his back, clutching his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist so that she could probably cling onto him, laughing into his ear as he staggered forward under her weight. "Didja miss me?"
[/color] she giggled into his ear. {ooc: blergh idek what this is, but i hope it's okay :3} noah orchard [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Noah Orchard on Sept 9, 2012 22:05:59 GMT -5
JUST WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER ONE [/color][/center] Noah was a boy who liked to eat. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to any when the amount of calories he expends a day is taken into consideration. If he wasn’t moving it was only because he’d fallen asleep after the last drop of energy was sucked out of his system, he’d been petrified, or he was dead. Really, those were the only three explanations. So: If you see Noah not moving, be a bit concerned. The tables in the Entrance Hall were the muggle fantasy of all teenage boys of the world and Noah was lucky enough to have it as a reality. They easily refilled themselves, although the effort on the elves part to keep it that way, working hard in the kitchens, was sometimes unnoticed. He was on his third plate of food now, digging the spoon into the dumplings whose steam drifted up toward the enchanted night ceiling. He bumped elbows with the dude next to him but both of them pretended not to notice. When there was food to gorge yourself with, boys stayed focused on that. Noah was particularly hungry tonight after running laps through the grounds. It’s not like you could just magic yourself skinny you know. Well you could….but it looked highly unnatural. Kieran was on Noah’s other side and they made jokes and gestures when they could between, or sometimes in the middle, of bites. Who said guys couldn’t multitask? It was women who insisted on swallowing before moving onto something else. He was also eating for a motive beyond simple human need. He was trying a theory. The theory girls had that eating could, at least temporarily, solve your problems. It was like Noah drinking actually, only he couldn’t just pull a flask out in the middle of the open right now. After talking to Isabelle yesterday, things were officially over. Don’t worry, you aren’t behind, things were already “over” in the dating sense, but they both decided that friendship and in general, association had to be off the table, at least for now. In the future if they got their acts together who knows? There was just too much stuff between them, too many hurtles that made friendship impossible and of course, romance unreasonable. Romance unreasonable. What the hell, he sounded like a Ravenclaw. When did Noah become practical? Romance was about unpredictability, excitement, adventure!
And tragedy. With a sardonic sneer, Noah shoved the biggest spoonful of dumplings you could humanly fit inside his mouth and chewed. He half chewed, half swallowed, because there simply wasn’t any room to chew with all the food inside his mouth, so the result was that half of his food slid uncomfortably, whole, down his throat slowly, partially strangling him, while his jaws worked vigorously at the remainder. Noah was usually so much more charming than he was presenting himself as right now, but every man had his moments. When he noticed other people staring at him from across the table after that display, and the important part was that these were girls, Noah began to slow down with his meal. Shoveling food in like a pig at a trough wasn’t at all attractive, he had to remind himself. It was at this fortunate time that Alice was looking at him, right as Kieran said something frickin’ hilarious, and Noah’s mouth was, thankfully, food free. When his stomach finally caught up with him Noah put down his utensil and took a last drink of water from his goblet. There. That should tide him over for…about an hour. Two hours tops. Job well done. Since he did have some manners, Noah used the napkin provided to him before he playfully punched Kieran on the shoulder as he stood up from the table. Although he had eaten a lot of food, he had devoured so quickly that there were still many people in the Entrance Hall. Noah saw May Bell as he walked down to the end of the Gryffindor table and toward the exit of the hall. He gave her a smile and a classic eyebrow wiggle. She was probably really lucky that she wasn’t sitting next to him for dinner tonight.
Noah talked to a few fellow classmates on his way who he chatted it up with, but as the left the room Noah and his friends were going in opposite directions. Who knows how he didn’t notice Alice standing right there but the next thing he knew, someone said the words, “think fast!” As a weight unexpectedly threw itself on his body. Noah stumbled, hunched over and there was a clear look of surprise and vexation on his face. “Dija miss me?” He didn’t even have to see Alice’s face to recognize that voice, but he had no time to reply. The brief moment he had still standing came to an abrupt end. Noah has had many a visits to the Hospital Wing, and it wasn’t just because he was reckless - he was just clumsy. A weird attribute for someone who liked sports but it was true none of the less. He could be doing fine one minute but have a really klutzy flop the next. Noah took a few steps to the right because of the sudden BODY on his back and though he tried to regain his balance, he bumped with his side into the wall outside of the hall before he went crashing to the floor with Alice. Luckily, Noah was pretty sure he had broken HER fall. He was pretty sure because his face contacted with the stone floor and he was on the ground for a moment, all dignity erased. After a moment of heavy breathing and silence, still on the floor, Noah spoke. “Are you sure you really want the answer to that question?” He sat up, resting his back against the wall as he rubbed his hand alongside his face. He could taste the rusty flavor of blood in his mouth from biting his lip, but other than that, he was okay. “You know I missed you, even if you do abuse me.” Noah formed a friendly smile but winced in the end, touching his bottom lip again. Noah stared to look Alice over now that he had recovered himself, ignoring anyone who passed by. Nothing was really out of the ordinary with Noah; people just didn’t expect to find him in typical situations. “Are you okay? Any broken bones? Need me to kiss something better?” His eyes glittered. “On second thought,” he licked his sore lip. “I think I’m out of commission at the moment.”
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