Admirer's Thread

[Narcissa Black]

Simple, and yet flattering

Basically, you quote a line from an RP/Diary thread that you like, or think is worded extremely well, and explain why you like it. It doesn't necessarily have to be one you're participating in, it can be from any place between any RPer.

severussnape said:

Ok, Severus was the kind of boy who enjoyed company (in moderation). It was only natural; an inbuilt desire written in his very genes. His ancestors had survived because they had enjoyed company, so that was also where Sev experienced his happiest moments. However, there are moments when even the most gregarious among us seek solitude; the bliss of having to listen to nothing but your own thoughts; the ease of being utterly yourself. Severus Snape, a Slytherin 7th Year, was experiencing this very unnatural sensation right now.

The mounting pile of homework that was highly unusual for this stage in the term was really getting him down. He had enough to worry about with his increasing 'oh-no-this-is-my-last-year-at-Hogwarts' depression, and was seeking solitude in rebellion against his already lonely feelings. "You can see them any time," he muttered reassuringly to himself; he was of course talking about his friends. "This part of the term is the most important - they're teaching you the fundamentals that you'll need for the exam." But no matter how long he chanted this mantra in his mind, it could not quite drown out the much more appealing voice that whispered, "Bollocks - " The mantra eventually gave up completely.
"- you'll have all year to stress, you said it yourself - you've got to make the most of your last year."

Jen, as Severus.

Because in those two paragraphs, Jen has managed to sum up Severus' personality perfectly, and given us a slight insight as to how he works.

[bella]

mariellacovas said:

Ah, life was simply wonderful, wasn't it? There really could be no fault in life, well, in Mariella's eyes there wasn't. She was glad that it was finally Saturday, that there were no more classes to get in the way of her endeavors, to finally allow her to be with her boyfriend. A wonderful bit of icing on the cake too was that they were going on a day long date! This was enough to make Mariella dance about in but her knickers, singing Donna Summer's 'Love to Love You Baby'. Yes, she did like some things that Muggles did, like some of their fashions were tolerable and their music she couldn't help but swing her hips to at times. Even if she was anti-Mudblood, she really couldn't deny them something they were good at, one of the few things they were left alone for. A grin was spread on her lips, as Mariella stopped her dancing finally and looked down at her outfit. She was sure he'd love it, or at the least she assumed he would. A black micro skirt that she felt would show off her legs, she just prayed it wouldn't flip up while she was on the broom. She didn't mind her dorm mates seeing her knickers, she didn't need anyone else to. A lighter red turtle neck was her top, something to keep her warm while still being comfortable. She did have a shirt underneath, just in case.

Quickly pulling on her clothes, a smile danced across Mariella's lips as she lifted one leg and pulled on her light red knee-high socks then the other, slipping them into her Mary Janes smoothly before humming again. Pulling a ribbon from her bed, Mariella took the crimson tie and used it as an accessory of sorts, hips shaking as she stood there. Again, she was beginning to move to the beat of a song. This time it was an unnamed one rather than an artist's, enjoying her thoughts of what might happen. She grabbed her wand from her nightstand, exactly where she had left it from when she had woke up. Casting a quick spell, a mirroring charm showed her image, Mariella twirling before smirking and blowing a kiss. Well, didn't she just look scrumptious? Flicking her wand, she got rid of the image before turning about and grabbing the most important part of any outfit, at least in her mind. The necklace Kalib had made for her was in her hand, eyes softening as her excitement relaxed a bit as she remembered how important this was. She wrapped her hands about the charm, squeezing and feeling a warmth, maybe it was in her mind, but it was there. She knew it had to be what the movies always told you was love!

Loosening her tight grip on the charm, Mariella slowly began to slide the charm onto her neck, grinning again as she felt that excitement building. She knew she'd better hurry or she'd be late! Well, she really couldn't be late, she knew they had the whole day to kill so there was nothing to worry about. Mariella sighed softly as she grabbed her wand again, swishing it as she summoned her messenger bag and broom to her, simply not feeling the urge to bend down and pick up both things manually. Yes, being a magical being could mean you could be so lazy, couldn't it? With the messenger bag set in its normal place, over her shoulder, and here broom held behind her back, Mariella knew she could finally be off and out for her date.

Well, I am in this one, but I liked that post cause I could clearly see Mariella going about and doing all those things. I thought it was very nicely done and jealous I couldn't manipulate words that well. XD

[kalib]

brett said:

Regulus stared back at Indi one of his arms wrapped around her waist as her hands rested on his neck. Indigo was really and amazing girl and Regulus was finding him self praying, if this was a dream, that he never wake up. And yet he knew it couldn't be a dream. If it was a dream they would be wondering what to do about their feelings for one another, they would just stay in the shrieking shack and star into each others eyes and kiss for the rest of, with no worries and no cares. No, this was reality and the reality was they had a problem to deal with.

"What do you think?" "I think I'm falling in love," Regulus said looking into Indigo's eyes with a small smile. He leaned in to kiss Indigo's lips quickly unable to resist. Reg knew that his response hadn't exactly answered the question, but in a way it did. Regulus realized what he wanted, what was important and what wasn't; he had been trying to live up to some Slytherin code, but wasn't part of that to always get what you wanted no matter what? So really this was the most Slytherin thing he could do.

"I don't care what my housemates think about me, I care about you," Regulus said looking into Indigos eyes. The lines may have seemed like they were straight out of some stereotypical Romance movie he meant every word. Reg had always felt outcast from his fellow Slytherins reflected by the fact that he didn't have too many close friends. Even those he did have, could never mean what Indigo meant to him.

I'm sorry if this is considered double-posting, but I just had to put this on here. I thought it was really cute. How adorable, a Romeo & Juliet thing going on here. Forbidden love, all that good stuff. Anywho, I believe this post is well written and gives a rather nice insight into the daily world of Regulus Black. That is all.

[severussnape]

narcissa said:

Bellatrix Black


Andromeda Black


Narcissa Black

September 13
Annoyed;
Fifth Year Dorm

"...you know this is real when you're scared to reveal..."

I find myself being constantly annoyed by Andromeda's puppy dog adoration toward Bellatrix. What makes it worse, is that there's nothing I can do to stop it, control it, or justify it altogether. I have found out firsthand that jealousy--when rearing its ugly green head--has no pity whatsoever to whoever it takes as victims. And as favouring as I find that colour in my persona, I don't appreciate it invading my sharp senses and alert mind. Much less when it concerns Bellatrix and Andromeda's long ago sputtered out relationship. I normally wouldn't give it second thought, but as I witnessed in the train ride to the castle, Andromeda is more or less bent in rekindling that specific affair. Though I can fill my mouth by proudly saying Bellatrix will have nothing of the sort, I'm still left with a sour aftertaste. If we could close our eyes for a moment and pretend foolish Andromeda hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw and turned into the disgrace she currently is and had continued in her fated path...would Bellatrix hate her as much?

Well, of course you and I know the answer, oh Dearest Diary.

School, as predicted, has proved to be as unchallenging as last year, of course. I can't deny I was still harboring a small sliver of hope, but that was crushed as soon as I saw my school schedule. Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely sure Albus Dumbledore deserves my utmost respect. He just has to prove it. And so far, the Headmaster of Hogwarts has done little to accomplish that feat. Let us all hope and cross our little, black hearts that this year doesn't keep being as bleak and disheartening as its shaping out to be. I haven't met a single person (exempt Severus and some of my House mates) who's worth my time. For some unknown reason, they all share the same silly code of honour. Even the Hufflepuffs. You would think they would have nothing to interesting to share, but by the way they prance around, you would believe they were not dressed in bumblebee's colours.

On a more (dare I say it?) cheerful note, I have a secret to confess. Or more accurately, I have something to profess. And that, of course, is my utmost loyalty and utter respect/love toward none other than our own personal Severus Snape. If he's not everything I could ask for in a friend and a personal rival, then I don't know what I expect. Brilliant, witty, Slytherin and oh, so adequate. He's a seventh year and a good friend of Bellatrix. With that alone he had my respect for a whole year. It was interesting, the way we met, to say the least. Somehow Bellatrix managed to introduce us and from that, we've made history together.

What is left to say, Dear Diary, but farewell?

toujours pur,

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It's well known that Cissy's diary is THE BEST, but I particularly loved this post. The layout is so neat and pretty that your eyes are just drawn to it. I can just see Cissa bent over her journal, scowling as she scribbled down her annoyances - love it ^^

megazostradon said:

“I’ll be back soon,” the Gryffindor boy flicked his black hair back out of his eyes with a shake of his head. He grinned and continued, to drown out any protests his bookish friend might make. “Just imagine how impressed Professor Hemlock will be when we bring back a live Snidget!” Sirius clapped his hands together. “As Padfoot, I’ll be sure to be able to sniff one out.”

The sun had set within the hour before, and shades of purple and violet were still staining the sky. Sirius’ silver eyes seemed to catch the colors of the fading light, and it gave them a lavender hue. A cool wind that was just warm enough to suggest the last remnants of summer caused the two boys’ cloaks to ripple. The taller of the two turned towards the forest, and away from the quidditch pitch, which was only several yards from them.

“Hey, you guys!” a pudgy boy with mousy brown hair came bouncing towards them. “I couldn’t find James anywhere Sirius, I’m sorry!” Peter had searched the common room, and several of their favorite hidden passageways and shortcuts. He even had checked the library for their spectacled friend. His right hand still clutched the wand he had used to open up a shortcut from the third floor to the grounds.

“That’s okay, Wormtail,” Sirius called back, glancing over his shoulder momentarily. “He’ll just be missing out! ... Probably stalking Lily again,” he added in a slightly irritated undertone, before looking at Remus again. “Don’t wait up! For once, I’ll be helping you get extra credit!” He grinned and leapt forward. His ears began to tilt up to become pointed and wolflike and his hair spread into fur over them. Fingernails began to lengthen into dull claws, and in his smile, his canines lengthened into shining fangs. A tail covered in fluffy black fur twisted behind him.

At that moment, Peter tripped over the untied shoelaces of his sneakers. He toppled onto the grassy earth and landed ungracefully onto his hands. Green light shot from the end of his wand and he cringed as he heard a shout of pain from in front of him. What had he done? They were going to be furious with him! The boy forced himself to look up, and his brown eyes momentarily whisked over the form of Sirius crumpled on the ground. “I- I- I’ll find James!” He pushed himself back to his feet and turned back towards the castle, trying to put as much distance between himself and the friend he could have injured. Peter seemed to have forgotten he had just searched the castle for James only minutes before. James was the most forgiving! He would protect Peter from Sirius’ wrath.

I love Sirius, and he really comes out in this post. Plus - it shows the dynamic of the 'marauders' well ^^

[Indigo Grace]

Annie grinned. Dylena's summer seemed enjoyable. Quite more than hers. Stop feeling sorry for yourself! It won't get you anywhere, she remprimended herself. Annie yawned and turned back to her friend. "Really? I haven't even gotten the hang of some of those verbal spells- now they want non-verbal?" she joked. "I didn't get to practice Quidditch much too. If I wanted to I practically had to sneak out of the house at night."She snorted.

"Quite bad actually. Bella, I mean Bellatrix, tried to hex me forty seven times and every time Narcissa came close-which thankfully wasn't much- she shot me liek this look of pure disdain. Then of course, there are my parents who, everytime they see me, murmur to themselves as if they're trying not to let me see while shooting dissapointed glances at me and it's like, I know you're talking about me! You want me to know!" Annie took a deep breath. "Sorry, I haven't really had a chance to yell about it either cause the more noise I made the mroe attention I attracted. The end result is that I spent most of my time in my room."

Sighing, Annie turned to Dylena. "So your summer sounds wonderful." She grinned. "Alright but I promised myself I wasn't going to rant about it so I'll shut up. How was your train ride, by the way? I decided to sit with Bellatrix and Narcissa, maybe try and get them not to hate me so much. I'm not so sure that worked." She rolled her eyes.

It's not the longest post, but then again none of mine are haha. I like this, it makes you feel so bad for Annie! It also lets you in on how her home life relations are, and how surprising it is that she can still turn out so nice.

[ethan]

bellatrix said:

It's the official commemoration of the beginning of the new year. Classes have started, grades are beginning to be passed out, and quidditch practice is finally picking up. I have to say, I have high expectations for this year, seeing as it will be my last. I've finally been able to see several of my friends, whom were no where to be found at first. Rod seems to come and go from time to time, but no matter, I'm bothered by him now. I really don't care who I see, as long as I make this year my best. I wonder if Cissy's feelings towards Lucius are as obvious to everyone else as they are to me?

I saw it coming from a mile away; they have always seemed perfect for each other. It's a shame he can't seem to stick with one girl, especially when my sister's heart strings are on the line. He'll come around, whether I have to hex it out of him or not. Andromeda is....well I don't know how she is. She's probably running around with her housemates and the mutt. Why is it that I keep finding myself by a Gryffindor? I simply cannot tolerate them, and as such, if the professors keep finding it so amusing to sit me next to them, I will not be responsible for my actions.

To be honest, I really am excited for quidditch this year. It's going to be spectacular! That, I can already feel. Practice is slow but I am sure it weill eventually pick up. I practiced a little over summer break so I would be on top of the game. It seems to have paid off, seeing as I am doing fairly well. Despite the fact that due to recent events, I will be wearing only long-sleeved robes and wrist bands that cover my wrist, my spirits will not be dampened. It's really such a small price to pay for greater glory.

Forever and always,
Bellatrix Black

Because I adore how Trix managed to convey her worry for her sisters without sounding oddly out of character. Of course, she was a bit more open about Narcissa's situation, but if you read between the lines, the fleet mentioning of Andromeda speaks more about it than what Bellatrix thinks

[vas]

Okay, this isn’t so much a single post, it’s an entire thread: Spin, with Indigo and Ethan. Now, I’m a complete fan of this whole Ethan-Indigo-Regulus triangle going on so I have a slightly biased opinion I guess but I really like that thread. All the posts are well done and in-depth, giving a lot of insight to everything going on with them. In the last couple of posts, poor Ethan finally almost realizes how in love the pair of them are, but also shows a more venerable side of Indigo which is always nice. (None of this “Mary Sue” crap.) Both Alva and Kelsey are remarkable RPers of course, so throwing the pair of them together for an RP is of course brilliant and then adding Brett on the other end, well, like I said, I’m a fan. :] Excellent job, guys! Or, um, gals and guy. XD

[Narcissa Black]

edwardjameson said:

Again with the sad little jab at his confidence. Was her mind taking a day off today? Had the cold frozen her fiery wit and doomed her to the temporary fate of grade school comebacks? It was a sad sight to see a snake's slyness stripped. It was even sadder that this thought popped into his head so beautifully alliterated. Regardless! There were more important things at hand. Narcissa was quiet now, but seemed to be thinking actively. He almost jumped back when she snapped her fingers in his face. As she stepped closer, he once more had to put effort into not stepping back. Beautiful as she was, she was equally intimidating. Still, no words passed her lips and he fixed her with a look that was a splice of confusion and curiousity. Sometimes Edward had a lot of difficulty remembering that Narcissa was the same age as him. Maturity wasn't a factor, nor was looks...it was demeanor. She carried herself like she was so much better than everyone so that everyone couldn't help but feel inferior. She made Edward want to be inferior; a god could not worship a god, and the right to worship one such as her meant so much more than equality ever could. That's how he felt about her.

You know, in a nutshell.

Her stare once more on him, he could feel that mental pressure on him once again. As she crossed her arms, he was feeling as though someone was pushing his eyes back into their sockets. This made the smile that crossed her lips positively eerie. It was a huge relief when it faded away as she sighed, her breath a puff of smoke in the chilly air. The relief was short-lived, because what she said next confirmed that something was going on.

"Fine. So I'll deal."

No. No. Narcissa Black did not give up that easily. It was downright unsettling to hear her with such a defeatist attitude, so there must have been something evil brewing in that devious little head of her's. Unsure of what to make of it all, Edward offered her a cocky smile and nodded. "Well, glad that's settled," he said, trying to sound convincing. He didn't feel convincing, not in the least. Unlike Narcissa, Edward had a strong habit of giving a damn what people thought about him. Of course, it actually kind of mattered what people thought of him, he wasn't the same kind of person as Narcissa. She could go through life being hated by every person around her, every single organism crawling about her feet, doing her bidding, praising her for everything she was and wasn't, all the while despising her and loving her with every fiber of their being.

He tried to turn back to face the lake, look away from her face and forget about her for a little while. But he couldn't. It just wasn't in him. She was close now, closer than she had ever been to him save the occasional brush in the corridor. Edward had to concentrate on breathing; Narcissa had been far more right than she could have imagined. His upper hand was long since gone. There was no problem focusing on anything because he couldn't even attempt to focus on anything but her.

Trapped.

Edward's portrayal of a boy utterly crushed is amazingly realistic. I love just how he summarizes Narcissa from his perspective, and he is particularly assertive in the first paragraph. I like the way he just seems to get my Slytherin charrie. So kudos to you, JP!

[Indigo Grace]

I don't actually have a specific quote from this, but I have to say the "Theories on Time" thread in class notes is so far, very entertaining. It's probably just me, but I like big words, and Rowan uses fairly big words. Lol.

[bella]

Alright, I won’t lie, my opinion is sort of biased just because I’m a total fan of this whole Indigo-Regulus thing, but “Beautiful Mistakes” is like freak’in amazing. I wanted to start crying with Indigo. (I know, pathetic, yes?) Very touching, very moving. Kudos guys. ^^

[massie]

remus said:

Apparently Ravenna thought that he looked as stupid as he felt, because she smiled when he spoke. He couldn't believe how horrible he was at this. He was even trying to sound all suave and everything, and he was failing miserably. There was no way he was going to pull this off, he might as well just wave like the idiot he was and head in the other direction. But he didn't want to, not even close, if only because he was finally speaking to her. To Ravenna. The one girl he'd wanted to talk to for as long as he could remember. It was insane how strong the connection was, and even stronger now that they had made actual contact, they were really talking to each other. Even with the embarassment welling up in his stomach, he couldn't help but notice the curve of her lips as she smiled, and the way her cheeks had the slightest dimple in them when the edges of her lips tugged into a smirk. He could get lost in his own thoughts just standing there and staring at her.

”Oh, just heading to class - late. How ‘bout you?”

His eyes moved to meet hers, and he felt his body take an almost unreal tingling feeling from his toes to his fingertips. There were very few times in his life when Remus was completely overcome with sexual desire, and he hadn't felt this way in a while. When he did feel this way, he walked around in an almost dream-like state and ended up staring at the most random things, just trying to control himself. And he had noticed that the only girl that ever made him feel that way, was Ravenna. Once before, a few years ago when they had bumped into each other in the corridor. Remus wasn't used to contact with girls of any kind. It was the reason he kept to himself. It was almost like Catholic boys, who are kept penned in thier own bodies most of thier young lives, and then when they go to high school and see girls for the first time. I mean really see girls. It's just not fair. Having been restrained from sexual desire for so long, when they actually get a taste, it's like a shock to the system.

The fingers on Remus' left hand curled into a fist, along with his toes inside his trainers. The hand that was on the back of his neck dug into his skin and held his scruffy hair tightly, doing his best to keep them to himself. It wasn't really working though, every time he looked into her eyes, it was like another collapse of his self-control. For a moment, he thought he could control it, he thought that he was going to be able to stop himself, but then she did it. The one thing that pretty much screwed him over. She bit her lip. For some reason, whenever she did this, the thin membranes that held up Remus' collapsing self-control, were completely obliterated. She was only a few feet away, and it was a quick journey to her side. Well, not really to her side, but more to her front. Remus took in the heat of her body so close to him and breathed in deeply, raising his hands to her jaw.

His fingers traveled along the line of her jaw and he grabbed behind her neck, pressing his forehead to hers. He let his lips touch hers just barely, so that he could feel her breath on his lips, but he wasn't completely kissing her. And then he was. Ripples of pleasure ran through his mouth and down his throat, through his stomach and down to his toes, which curled in his shoes again. He had never felt such warmth all over his body before, and he was already unnaturally warm for a 'human'. He pressed his thumbs into her cheeks, bringing her head closer to his with his hands, not really caring that she now knew the depths of his feelings for her. Letting one of his hands fall slightly, he let it leave her face and dragged his fingertips along the edge of her ear, down to her neck and following her shoulder, down to her arm.

Quicker than he would have liked, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. Blinking a few times, Remus looked around him and saw Ravenna, still standing a few feet away from him, and probably wondering why he hadn't answered her question yet. It was only then that he realized he had just been staring at her for a good ten or fifteen seconds, completely daydreaming about making out with her. Bloody hell, he really was an idiot. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a jumbled mess, "Umm...reading..book. Yeah." Remus continued blinking, getting himself out of the stupor he had been stuck in. He really wasn't handling this well. The pain in the back of his neck had been caused by his nails, digging so hard into the nape of his neck as he 'controlled himself'. Yeah, whatever. He had about the same amount of control over himself as a fat kid in a Honeydukes. Absolutely pathetic.

Taking a deep breath, Remus brought his hand around from the back of his neck to his face and he rubbed his cheek quickly, letting out a small chuckle. "Sorry, I'm really horrible at this." He didn't know exactly what 'this' was, but he was failing at it. Clenching and unclenching his jaw, Remus finally got a hold of himself, at least to the point where he could look at her again, smiling his half-smile again. He really needed to work on his social skills. Especially not stopping mid-conversation to think about sexual desires with the person he was speaking to. Especially when that person was Ravenna.

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Oh my god this post actually made me laugh out loud., I'm serious. I was reading it and when Remus got up and started to kiss Venna I was like 'Wow, he's taking things fast' and then when it turned out he was day-dreaming I laughed. I couldn't not post it here to admire it

[bella]

imaginary, Oh my God, okay – could not not comment about this. I just happen to be looking around for something to read and wound up here. Multi-colored pens that annoyed the heck out of Ethan Cartier? I must say: priceless. Mai, Alva? You’ve managed to really make me laugh out loud and not just feel the need to write “lol.” That said:

LOL. ;D ;D ;D

[Andromeda Black]

Okay this is actually a whole thread but that's okay

Me Vs. Everyone Else

Izzy and Abbie are both amazing rpers and so the quality of the posts is fabulous but it's more: I just love the whole Bella-Remus dynamic and am a huge fan of emotional or dramatic posts and this thread is certainly full of drama but portrayed in a very realistic way - all the feelings seem so real to the reader. So yeah, I'm a huge fan of this thread

[Narcissa Black]

Remember The Name

Feel the testosterone in this thread, please.

I'll spell it out for you:

Q-U-I-D-D-I-T-C-H R-U-L-Z

[vas]

Jun 20, 2008 18:20:01 GMT -5 Narcissa Black said:

You play forgiveness
Watch it now,
Here he comes

The nicknames.

Hadn’t they touched that topic already? But of course, he would conveniently forget about it, wouldn’t he? Little things like that were infuriating for her, especially because it happened to be Jameson. Endearment terms were not meant to be said to her when they came from his mouth. They just sounded in dissonance inside her head. But instead of recriminating him for it, she bit the inside of her cheek and forced herself to arch her eyebrow instead. How she reacted to this would be a stepping stone as to how he would react in return, and even if her plan didn’t make any sense, she was set on going through with it, and she needed his help. Or at least with his cooperation in it. She, in no way, would accept help from anyone other than her friends. So of course it wasn’t help; much less from Jameson. It was more like his participation, and that was it. It was reckless and out of character for her to be doing what she was about to, but apparently, around Jameson, she was always like that. Ironic, wasn’t it?

“Really now?” she breathed, acutely aware of the short distance between them. It had been a long time since she’d last been in this kind of situation, and to her, it was obvious as her pulse quickened slightly. Even if it was only Jameson, as her mind was quick to reassure, it was still a slightly different experiment from what she was used to. She was used to setting the limits, and nobody was allowed to step inside her own personal bubble of space. And right now? All those limits were being violated, with Jameson’s hand so present and so warm in her waist and their lips mere inches apart. Sure, it was only this annoying Gryffindor boy, but Narcissa couldn’t help it. She tilted her head slightly to the right, her lids heavy all of a sudden as they drooped and half-covered her gray eyes. “Make sure you don’t bite off more than what you’re able to handle, Edward,” she said sweetly, her fingers itching to slap his hand away from her waist, but settling lightly on his neck instead, the fingernails running a light and barely noticeable trail against his jugular.

“Because, you see, I need you,” she paused on purpose, then took a step backwards, getting away from him. “To be absolutely sure you can handle, well, me.” Her eyes roved over him, as if measuring him up, but her mind was quickly racing ahead, trying to understand where she wanted to get with all of this. There were times when she didn’t even get why she did the things she did, and a clear example of such a thing was this. She had talked to Jameson out of the desire to actually be the center of attention of someone, but how could she be so sure she would be of his? There wasn’t any indication of it, and yet, her optimistic side whispered in her ear that there wasn’t any indication of the opposite either, so she was in safe territory still. Besides, what coherent boy would deny a girl whenever she wanted something and decided to be bold about it? “I do not stand for weaklings,” she said in a whisper as she once again danced close to him, her hands trailing down his arms until they found his hands, and she intertwined her fingers in his. It wasn’t what she wanted to do at all, but she mentally stomped over her own protests and smirked at him. Smiling would be too out of character, and there was no way this guy deserved such a thing from her.

“You up for it?” she questioned lazily, bringing their intertwined hands up to level-face for inspection. She was being bold, she was being crass, and she was being everything she normally wasn’t. It made a thrill run through her and slide down her spine, causing goosebumps to rise on her exposed arms.

Read it. Nuff said.