Show Yourself

[Alice Prewett]

The image of a much older Noah and Alice racing down the banisters with their nurses chasing after them trying to bully them into their wheelchairs or into taking their medicine had Alice doubled over in stitches, with her hands on her knees and little bursts of laughter escaping her mouth. As soon as she thought she had some control over her giggles, another image of elderly Noah and Alice getting up to juvenile antics would slip into her mind and she was a goner all over again. Somehow, she managed to reign herself in again within another five minutes, her laughter turning into the occasional giggle as she straightened up and wiped at her eyes, which had begun streaming a little. "Wow. I haven't laughed that hard in a while,"

she admitted with one last chuckle. And it was all because of her own imagination, too, which, she supposed, really said something about how Alice's brain worked, and how easily amused she was. Biting her lip, Alice fluffed her hair self consciously and then gazed at her carrots without much concern for what she was looking at, mostly because she was suddenly lost in thought about growing older. It was always difficult for a teenager to picture themselves as old, and she supposed it had only been easy for Alice in that moment to imagine herself that way - with wispy white hair, creaky knees, dentures and wrinkles all over her face - because of the context. Any further than that and it made her cringe. No one wanted to get older. If you could be young forever, you'd do whatever it takes. Or, almost whatever it takes.

"Fair enough," she agreed with a shrug. She couldn't even begin to understand the inner workings of a male mind, or the bro code, or whatever they called it. Although she supposed it made sense if he didn't want to tell another guy that a girl was threatening to sock him or whatever. If Alice had been a feminist (which she kind of was, when she felt like it), she would have probably gotten all huffy about it. As it were, she simply shrugged it off as another male thing, and moved on. "You know what, you're probably right. You're the only one who's normal sized. We're all actually dwarfs,"[/color] she agreed, somehow managing to say it all with a completely straight and serious face. His obvious line did, as he had guessed, make her playfully roll her eyes at him, and she even added a light shove to his arm, because it was really that lame, although there was no denying the grin on her face as she did so. "Why, thank you," she responded to his genuine compliment, her smile widening. She knew she'd been blessed with good looks - maybe not movie-star good looks or anything since there were a number of flaws that she could point out. Very few people were one hundred percent happy with the way they looked. There was always a flaw that they noticed that no one else did - a slight bump of the nose, an eye that's slightly wider than the other, lips that weren't exactly proportioned. Other people looked at you as a whole - you were the only one who noticed the specifics.

Wrinkling her forehead at his description of a doll, Alice found herself shaking her head rather rapidly. "I don't want to be a perfect little doll, nope. Perfection is overrated, and those who strive for it are sad people indeed,"[/color] she told him, feeling overly philosophical while saying it but unable to help herself. She didn't want to be perfect, because it was her imperfections that made her the person that she was, that set her apart from everyone else. "You're right, though, a doll and teddy bear are pretty cute,"[/color] she added with a playful wink and grin. Although her chin was still a little sore from the collision, Alice forgot all about it with his next comment, her eyebrows shooting upwards for what felt like the tenth time today. "Whoa now, what makes you think you'll be getting kisses from me?"[/color] she demanded teasingly, raising a finger and wagging it in his direction. "I don't give kisses for free, Mr. Orchard. You have to earn them."[/color] Of course, that isn't to say that Alice wouldn't kiss him if he wanted her to. Because she completely would. Noah Orchard was an extremely kissable person. But it was fun to tease him anyway. Not to mention he had a (sort of?) girlfriend who was also her friend, so she wasn't even going down that path.

Once again, Alice found herself laughing at him after his DADA comment. "Everyone needs to know how to defend themselves, especially these days,"[/color] She hadn't meant to put a depressing and serious connotation on the conversation, but it needed to be said anyway. "You know, that's actually one of my best classes, since I want to be an Auror and all. If you want, I can give you some private tutoring or something. Help you practice some spells, especially since Professor Dumbledore has been giving us a lot more hands-on experience these days. I can help you out with some of the essays, too,"[/color] she added as a bit of an afterthought. His question made her laugh a little and she immediately quipped, "I'm always up for being a little wild,"[/color] with a devilish smirk. "Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."[/color] She paused, repeating her statement in her head and then laughing. "Hey, that rhymed!"[/color]

ooc: yep!!!! also this is really short and crappeh and VERY late i am sorry D: love me :3

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[Noah Orchard]

I'M LOOKING UP YOU'RE LOOKING DOWN.
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GONNA TELL EVERYONE TO LIGHTEN UP.

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Being a Gryffindor didn’t mean you weren’t afraid of things, it meant that you dealt with them and moved on, and Noah was a little afraid of getting old. His personality didn’t compliment the natural act of aging. He decided it would not look very good on him and quite frankly he wasn’t interested. But unless he found the Philosopher’s stone or died in a heroic yet tragic accident in the midst of saving a damsel in distress, he was out of luck on that account, and grow old he would. Noah wasn’t as afraid of it as say, some people, and he’d probably be a fun old gaffer when he got around to it (can you imagine?), but even if you really liked old people it didn’t mean you ever wanted to actually Be one. You liked them because they were old and forgetful, feisty and sweet, childlike and resourceful. None of those qualities were really what you had in plan for yourself. When you’d lived for many years, did anyone actually want people to call them “adorable?” Course, you no longer had to work or watch after children and you could pretty much get away with anything you said or did and society had to put up with it….hmm. If Noah was going to be old, and he was one day, he wanted to still be the kind of guy that slid down the banisters with a person like Alice Prewett as the nurses ran frantically after them. Noah laughed with Alice, because her laughter was infectious and hell, he wanted to laugh. They were both laughing far harder than the joke or vision deserved but you know how sometimes everything just seems like the funniest thing in the world? It was one of those moments. Still trying to stifle down his own chuckles as Alice spoke, he nodded his head in unison. “You know – I haven’t either,” Noah replied with a grin, realizing just as he said it that it was true. Why had he been walking around like death for the past who knows how long? It was so much easier to laugh.

“Of course no one seems to make things as fun as you do. It’s too bad we’ll probably never know each other as old people. We’d have a hell of a good time.” And he didn’t really expect Alice to get the humiliation that guys suffered when girls fought their battles, or part of their battles. It had been that way for thousands of years and it probably always would remain that way, to some extent. Women had sense, and men had pride, and that’s pretty much all there was to it. “I’m glad you agree with me, although there’s plenty of good things about being small. For example, you can fit into small cubbies and you’ve probably never had to duck in your life.” Noah might as well have been sticking his tongue out at Alice for all the mockery in his voice. He held up his hand to pretend to ward off another half-hearted shove from her. There was no way Noah could help not teasing someone, and it worked well for him as whether or not they admitted it, girls loved to be teased. You just had to be careful when you were toting the line, otherwise you’d make one quip too many and sink like an anchor. Although a little surprised by Alice’s assertion that being perfect was overrated, Noah liked it. It wasn’t a response he expected even from a free spirit like the Gryffindor but…oh he didn’t know, it was just refreshing to hear, because one could tell she meant what she said. Noah smiled and nudged Alice. “You’re a very different kind of girl.” Which, he did not mean in a bad way but in every good way you could think of. “But you have to admit that as far as perfect goes, I’ve gotten pretty close.” He raised his eyebrows a bore a smug expression, even though he didn’t mean a word he said. Well, maybe a little.

Distracted by her comment about wanting to be an auror, Noah allowed a look of surprise to cross is face. “Not that I don’t think you could do it, but I’m kind of surprised like that. You’re just so….nice.” Nice was a good word to use for it. Alice was feisty and intelligent but she was also nice and really, did you ever meet an auror, assuming you knew you were speaking to one, who came across as “nice” to you? Alright alright, so he’d never actually met one either. He smiled, as if that would by itself keep Alice from taking offense. After all, he didn’t mean it to insult. Being nice was nice, right? With some genuine sheepishness, Noah looked doubtfully upon Alice’s comment about private tutoring. “I’ve had a lot of tutors. I don’t think I’m a very good student.” Indigo Grace had helped him for a very short time with Care of Magical Creatures but hit him in the head with a book as heavy as it looked when he kept staring at the girls walking past instead of listening to what she said. Isabella Swan had been too good of friends with him for the two of them to get anything done. He tried going to potions tutoring but everyone in there had their heads stuck so far up their…..well, he’d rather pull out his teeth, let’s just say that. Noah was either charming, talking, or distracting every tutor he had and it made him a pretty bad pupil. “Spells you might be able to help me with. I’ve always been more of an action kind of guy. I won’t turn you into a frog. On my honor.” A seemingly random comment but ever since he’d turned the late Marlene McKinnon into a frog in Transfiguration class two years ago he’d always felt a need to add a disclaimer, not disregarding that pretty much everyone had heard about it and hadn’t quite gotten over it. Noah couldn’t deny the importance of Defense Against the Dark Arts either, even if he preferred Charms class. If you weren’t a pureblood, and almost no one was, it was valuable to know how to defend yourself. “You’re a poet Alice. This weekend then. Fridays are easier to get out and there’s something about weekends that livens everyone up.”

Grinning at her expected answer in regards to kissing, it was easy to see that Noah took it as a proclaimed challenge. He stepped forward and did the leaning thing that he was so fond of doing, invading (or inviting himself, depending on how you looked at it) Alice’s personal space. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a self-respecting, strong woman like yourself. Of course, you probably know that in many cultures kissing is a very casual, natural, every day part of life. Friends kiss friends – even complete strangers kiss when they greet. So really,” Noah paused and glimmered those horribly put on innocent eyes, his finger reaching out to toy with the collar of Alice’s shirt ever so lightly. “-it’s the amiable thing to do.” Pshaw. Because you know, Noah was just interested in getting closer to his “friend”.

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tags;; Alice Prewett
music;; Soak Up The Sun - Sheryl Crow
notes;; It wasn't short and I loved it!

[Alice Prewett]

"What do you mean, we'll never know each other as old people?!" she demanded, clearly upset by this notion. She backpedaled almost immediately, though, because, logically speaking, they probably wouldn't know each other forty years from now - hell, they might completely lose touch with each other as soon as they graduate. It was a depressing though, because how many of her other school friends was she going to stop talking to once they didn't have classes in common? She hadn't spoken to Lily and Sirius in a while, and probably the only reason why she still had contact with Fabian as because they were family. And Noah and her weren't even that close, really. "Okay, sorry for totally overreacting there. Just for that, though, when I'm fifty I'm going to make sure I look you up where you are and we ARE going to fly down some banisters together," she informed him with a playful wink. It was kind of heartening, to think of the future like that - like they both had one, especially considering the current circumstances, when anyone can be killed off at any instant. But Alice didn't like to think too deeply into that. She liked to pretend that Voldemort really wasn't that scary, and that the good side really would win. "You're taking the mickey again, aren't you?" she demanded, looking at him through narrowed eyes and wagging a finger in his face. "Short people are BRILLIANT okay? And just so you know, I've never had to duck in my life, while I bet you walk into doorways all the time. So. HAH." It was a nice way to lighten up a little after her thoughts had taken a sadder twist. "Don't flatter yourself, Orchard," she added, prodding him lightly for what felt like the tenth time today. No need to agree and have his head expand even more.

His comment about her being nice made her raise her eyebrows a little and then chuckle. "I'm not always nice. I'm only nice to the people I like, like you. I can be not-nice!" Wow. Not-nice. That was real convincing. She pulled a face and then shrugged. "I just want to kick ass and take names, really," she told him, only half-joking. That wasn't entirely the reason why she wanted to be an auror, of course. It was mostly because she wanted to help people and fight evil. Kicking ass and taking names was just an added perk, of course. "I promise, I'll be a very patient teacher. And I'm pretty to boot," she told him, as if that was a bonus. Which of course it was because no one wanted an ugly professor. Then again, pretty professors were more of a distraction, weren't they? Ah well, you couldn't have it all, even if you wanted it. "More of an action kind of guy, huh?" she repeated, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him and then giggling. Her giggles stopped when his frog comment registered and she looked at him, a little wary now. "Have you turned someone into a frog before then, Noah?" she asked, torn between being amused and being slightly afraid for her well being now that she'd offered something like this. "Do you really think I could have a career as a poet? Aww, I'm flattered! I'll definitely think on it if my auror career tanks," she said seriously, although she knew he'd been partially - or completely - sarcastic. She couldn't really tell, he spoke in dead-pan a lot so it was hard to distinguish the real from the fake. She liked to think of it as a compliment anyway. "Friday it is, then. Eight o'clock so it's before curfew but late enough that when we get back no one will be hanging around?" she suggested.

When he leaned over her again, Alice stood her ground, tipping her face up towards his challengingly. His argument almost made her laugh, because it was so Noah-like that he'd say something like that, that sounded like - excuse her french - complete bull, but if you didn't know him well enough you might actually be convinced by it because, despite you knowing better, it actually sounded legitimate. The added factor of his finger toying with the collar of her shirt made her derail a little and her breath almost hitched - almost, but not quite. She refused to be seduced by the likes of Noah Orchard so quickly. Nope, if there was anyone going to be seduced, it was him, thank you very much. "Is that so?" she asked, lowering her voice so that it was barely above a whisper. She leaned up on her toes until their noses brushed together, her eyes dropping briefly to his lips as she licked her own. "Well, in this culture, you gotta do a bit more convincing before you get the kiss, Orchard," she purred, and then pulled away with a light giggle.

ooc: i kept losing this post fkldjgfds

[Noah Orchard]

EVERY TIME I FEEL LAME I'M LOOKING UP.
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WHILE I'M STILL FREE.

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Is there a reverse in order? Alice’s look of: “what do you mean there’s no such thing as Santa Claus?!” caused Noah to do a double-take. I guess it is pretty sad whenever a person thinks about a time when they’ll no longer be friends with someone or even talk to them anymore, but it happens with so many people that Noah just kind of forgot it didn’t have to happen with everyone. Sometimes you stayed friends forever. It very well may be that Noah would lose touch with most if not all of his classmates after he graduated and moved back to the United States, but something told even him that being the socialite that he was, the friendships would either thrive against all odds or go down crashing and burning. “I’m already looking forward to it. I’ll make sure my little beach shack has an oversized, gaudy banister just for the occasion.” Everyone probably pictured Noah living on the beach with a bunch of lava lamps lining the walls of his shack for the rest of his days, Noah included. More likely scenario: Noah would first work in a nine to five job in his dad’s corporate office shuffling paper and attending dull meetings before he flipped his lid, hitch hiked to Florida, and then took up residence as a beach bum. All things in due time. “If I am, it’s only because I’m waiting anxiously to hear you say “taking the mickey” just one more time.” As long as he’d been in England, some terminology never ceased amusing him, and “mickey” was one of them. He always pictured a giant Mickey Mouse in Disneyland being kidnapped right off the sidewalk when someone said that. Noah laughed with Alice but he still quipped back: “Have you seen how high the doorways are in Hogwarts? I’m not too worried. And of course they’re brilliant – they’re cuddly,” he raised his eyebrows at Alice, a reference back to their less than normal conversation about “cuddling” a second ago. “-fiesty, a little bit dramatic but always up for a good time. I really like my short people.” If it sounded a bit like Noah was describing Alice that is because he was.

“If I don’t, who will?” If she hadn’t noticed, people were low on spirit and good cheer these days and if you waited around for someone to get up the enthusiasm to flatter you, you were going to be one sorry lad indeed. “Fine, then I will have to turn all of my flattering efforts onto you, if you’re okay with that.” Whether Alice was or was not didn’t matter either way in Noah’s mind (and he knew that she was). “No one’s always nice,” Noah voiced with an exaggerated intonation on the word “always”. “Okay, maybe if you’re Rose Darwin but otherwise. What I mean is there’s something very empathetic about you.” She went on to talking about kicking ass and taking names and Noah put his hands up and pretended to cower out of fright. “Oh god don’t kill me!” He dropped the act soon enough and brushed one hand through his hair as if that reinstalled whatever was “cool” left within him. “Rad. But you know – Olivia tried to tutor me too.” His response came with an eye almost as wary as Alice’s. He was more serious about learning now though, as the approaching deadlines for the test and his “last chance” came ever-closer. Noah was seriously thiiiiiiis close to not passing any of his classes except for charms. He wasn’t an idiot - he was just lazy and awfully distractable. If he had learned at a young age how to work hard he might actually be well versed in some of the wizarding topics. He lowered his voice in an overly serious way that made him sound like old professor Binns when he said, “Yes, because a pretty girl doesn’t distract.” He grinned when Alice laughed at his innuendo, which is exactly how he had intended for it to sound. “The things I do when I’m supposed to be studying….” he trailed off, leaving Alice to figure out the rest. His attempt to look sheepish failed, however, because he was sheepish about almost nothing at all.

“Wait, what? Did I…did I say that?” He put a hand to his chest and looked left and right as if someone else in their solitary surroundings could have insinuated some type of freak accident involving a frog. “That’s funny,” Noah mused, pleased to hear that not everyone had heard about the frog incident. Why should they really, when there was plenty of botched spells in Hogwarts to go around? No one wanted their embarrassing magic trick exposed when they were making fun of someone else. “You certainly could, and you’d beat out half of your competition just by avoiding topics like: “The life of a peach – a personal tragedy.” There are so many people coked out of their minds right now who think everyone wants to hear about fuzzy peaches…oh, excuse me.” Maybe Alice didn’t want to hear about stoners and the like, but anyways, it was true. A lot of the new age poetry could convince Noah to get coked out of his mind so that he didn’t have to hear or understand what they were saying, and Alice already faired better in poetry than them. Noah pointed his finger at Alice like she’d hit some kind of a jackpot. “Spot on. Eight’s the perfect time. Meet you in the common room, or would you prefer I climb up to your window?” Noah smiled wispily and then leaned into her ear in a whisper, as if there was someone else around whom he didn’t want to hear his embarrassing secret. “Please say common room. Tried the window thing a few times. I usually break a bone or two.” He winked and leaned away from Alice again, as if the conversation had never happened. Haha okay he didn’t always break something but you know, climbing up to someone’s window is harder than you think. He would fly but broomsticks were like…not that into him.

Alice met his advance face on and that was a challenge if Noah ever saw one. Not that he expected her to swoon, that would have been too easy. This is Alice, and Alice, besides being Alice, was also a Gryffindor. She wasn’t easy like a – well alright, we won’t pick on houses but you know what I was thinking (don’t you?). Her words only sealed that Alice Prewett was a girl worth chasing. How fun was she going to be? “So”, Noah whispered back equally breathy, blowing soft air into her face. “Can we pretend to be French for a moment?” He teased, especially because asking a Brit to be French was like….no. Noah let Alice step away without crowding her, because there was a balance between forward and aggressive that he didn’t like to cross. “I can be very, very patient.” Noah smiled seductively before chuckling, throwing off that sultry attitude that Noah liked to put on from time to time. “I like you Alice.” He smiled, shaking his head a little. He said it in a casual way, not the kind of way that would scare someone or make them think they suddenly had a stalker. It was just - Man was she different.

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tags;; Alice Prewett
music;; Soak Up The Sun - Sheryl Crow
notes;; I think Olivia offered to tutor him at one point, at least haha.

[Alice Prewett]

Beach shack. She mouthed the words after him, momentarily confused, but then the confusion broke and turned into amusement and she found herself laughing, again. She couldn't imagine Noah in anything else but a fancy house by the beach, where he could spend most of his days shirtless and hitting the waves every morning. It would probably be his own form of a bachelor pad or something, because it was difficult to imagine Noah married, even twenty, thirty, fifty years from now. Not that he wasn't marriage material, quite the opposite. He could probably make some girl very happy - but only if he actually wanted to. And, from what she knew of him, Alice simply couldn't imagine him as the commitment type. Then again, she was well-aware that people could change, and maybe, just maybe, Noah would meet a girl who could tame the perpetual bachelor and make him want to pop the question, or pop the question herself because she pictured him with someone strong-willed who would totally make the first move. Alice herself would rather do the honors than wait around for a proposal. That was if she meant someone she wanted to marry, hypothetically and all. She didn't think she was quite ready for that step, especially since she didn't think she'd met the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Yet. "It's because of that muggle Mickey Mouse thing isn't it?" she asked with a light giggle, shaking her head at him. She didn't know why English slang amused him so much because it sounded normal to her. But then again, she was biased. And she found American slang amusing, so she supposed it was fair enough. "Well, doorways in other places. You know what, I'm going to purposefully live in a house with low doorways so that when you come to visit you have to duck or get hit and then I get to make fun of you for being tall." She followed her words by sticking her tongue out at him, because she was mature like that. "Us short people are pretty great though, aren't we?"

Alice raised her eyebrows at his words, and then grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "I definitely don't mind, flatter away," she told him, batting her eyelashes playfully. "I'm sure even Rose Darwin has her moments. Once, I swear I saw her get angry. But then again, she was playing Quidditch and was probably in the moment and it wasn't so much anger as it was frustration. I doubt that girl has ever felt anger in her life. Did you know she had a FREE HUGS campaign? It was adorable. I think I should pick up where she left off. What do you think, Noah? Think I'm harmless enough that people will give me hugs without fears of me groping or otherwise harassing them?" she asked teasingly. She then laughed at his exclamation, her stomach clenching a little. It was starting to hurt from all the laughing she was doing. She blamed Noah and herself for being such hilarious people. "Rad," she repeated after him, and then laughed again. "You're surprised and fascinated by things like taking the mickey, but then you go and say rad." She grinned and shook her head at him. "What does that even mean?" Honestly, she was having a hard time not smiling around Noah, and although that wasn't so strange because Alice was a smiley sort of person, especially around attractive people, it was still nice to have someone cheer her up, considering her family stuff. "Well, there'll be no distractions on my watch," she told him, wagging a finger in his face, possibly for the third time that day.

She really hoped he didn't end up turning her into a frog, because green and webbed wasn't her color at all, but then again they'd be doing DADA stuff and that didn't require much transfiguring so unless he was just really bad at magic (which she doubted) or had a wonky weird, she figured she'd be able to continue the school year as a human rather an an amphibian. "People actually talk about the lives of peaches?" she asked, laughing again and shaking her head a little. She didn't mind the stoner talk much, even though she disapproved of doing drugs in general. Then again, she'd never tried them, so it was entirely possible there was a good reason why people liked them so much. But if they wound up talking about the epic lives of peaches, she doubted it was a good idea. "That actually sounds pretty darn interesting," she added, only half-joking. Because she kind of wondered what sort of things they would talk about, even if it didn't really make sense. "Nah, I'm no poet, though. I doubt I could write something better than peaches." She shrugged and grinned again. Writing definitely wasn't among her fortes, just like flying and being quiet and unopinionated. "Did you just say spot on?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and patting his shoulder. "Either you're taking the mickey again, or us Brits are starting to rub off on you. Either way, common room sounds good." She shook her head. "I don't want you falling and breaking something just for me. Even though that'd be romantic as heck," she said wistfully. She was kidding, of course. She would never want anyone to break anything for her, certainly not Noah Orchard who, as previously discussed, look a lot better when he was whole then hurt.

It had been so long since Alice had genuinely flirted with anyone, and she still felt a little rusty. She was just grateful Noah and her were already friends, since she tended to get incredibly awkward and uncomfortable and stuttery around males she actually liked and wow when did she decide she actually liked him? Okay, probably not a safe road to go on right now, so she switched gears and thought about her carrots instead. Yes, carrots were good. Carrots were safe. Carrots weren't dating her friends. "I'm afraid we can't, Noah, because that'd be lying," she teased, pretending to look affronted by the idea. She leaned against the table, picking up the rose he'd given her earlier and twirling it around her fingers, smirking at his I can be very, very patient, even though it caused a thrill to dance down her spine. When did he become so unfairly attractive to her? "Aww, I like me too," she joked with a saucy wink. "No, but honestly, I like you, too, Noah." And she did. She honestly did.

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[Noah Orchard]

EVERY TIME I FEEL LAME I'M LOOKING UP.
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WHILE I'M STILL FREE.

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“Maybe,” he replied with a shady expression, not willing to admit that “taking the mickey” brought to his supposedly dirty and impenetrable mind the vision of a giant mouse giving children hugs and taking pictures as it waddled around a park. It was too easy for Noah to think of something that was muggle because he had always lived between two worlds; both he and Justin had experienced them both, and found light and dark in each. It was actually kind of hard to live in the world that way because too few people understood all of your jokes. Free hugs. Noah smiled. “I remember that – I always thought she’d fit right in if she lived in Socal. Jada Khan almost tackled me one day and told me that she thought her friend Rose had the best idea ever with the “free hugs” campaign. I think it’s a rad idea. As long as there’s some kind of guidelines.” Noah didn’t want any guys hugging him. He was on his guard ever since May told him he was too much of a girl. It bothered him because hey, he was a boy, dude. A guy who liked girls and well…anyway. Don’t ever bring THAT up – he’s “sensitive”. Noah held out his arms to Alice, aware that doing so was just asking for a hug rejection here after all the flirting he’d been doing. “Don’t know, but it can’t hurt to try. Here, I’ll be your test dummy. Give me the best hug you can.” But no sooner had he put his arms out that Noah was already putting them down, because you don’t want to push your luck. “Rad means that something is rad. It’s a word that describes something that can’t be described as anything but ‘rad’.” Hey, it made sense to him.

He had said spot on. Haha. “It was bound to happen. Every once in awhile someone laughs at my accent here but every time I go back to California everyone says I’ve gone English. My only answer is that I’m one of a kind.” It was the perfect answer for Noah, because he would never come up with an answer that didn’t make him feel even better about himself than he already did. And, since his ego had taken a nose dive, though still on a pedestal, as of late, he had to work extra hard to keep it afloat. “Oh yes, romantic. That’s what they all say until I’m lying there bleeding all over the place and then they suddenly pass out.” Noah was of course, unserious about it, but it wasn’t really a well kept secret that Noah was very clumsy and got himself hurt in one way or another frequently. Since he hadn’t had any accidents for awhile, he had a feeling his number was almost up. He smiled when Alice said she liked him, but left it at that. You don’t want to spoil the sugar, right? “Alright. Enough of this flirting – you’re breaking my heart.” Noah put his hand over his chest for emphasis, taking an unsteady step backwards. “Let’s meet up in the common room and be done it. You can twist the knife in then. Leave your school robes at the door and we’ll have a fun night. I have to go nurse my wounds now so…adieu.” Noah grinned, taking dramatic, one-at-a-time steps backwards until he was behind the bounds of the garden and, turning on his heel, he sprinted off for the castle. Who knows where Noah was really off to (wishful thinking, maybe class?) but he never stayed in one place for long.

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tags;; Alice Prewett
music;; Soak Up The Sun - Sheryl Crow
notes;; Is it just me, or did I end really abruptly?[/quote]