Waiting and Sleeping [MARIE]

[tchorse2]

Mark had shook Marie off his arm somewhere in the middle of the tree and the common room, and had declared a little race (okay, so a race that marie didn't know about..) And he had just won. He had sprinted into the common room at full speed. He felt many staring eyes burning into his back. Well, he could imagine why, he looked like a freak prancing around, huffing and puffing and whatnot. Finiding a relatively comfortable chair, he threw himself down expecting Marie to shoot in at any second. He didn't smile at anyone else in the commonroom, but merely nodded with a stoney glare. He wasn't nice, even when greeting people. He inhaled deeply through his nose, sniffing in the smell of smoke coming from the fire in the commonroom.

He flipped over his wrist and looked at a watch that wasn't there. He'd have to get himself one sooner or later.. Either way, he couldn't stop wondering when that girl would get in here. Mark wasn't even quite positive why he had wanted her to come to the common room with him as well anyway, but there was some reason that he felt happy (an ackward feeling for him,) whenever she was around. Not a quality you'd typically find in a slytherin. He shifted his eyes around the commonroom, eyeing his surroundings. He most deffinetly perferred this area to most others around the castle, and spent quite a lot of time there, avoiding the classrooms. He wondered if the other house's commonrooms were as nice as the Slytherin's. He returned his eyes back to staring at the wall, watching it as if it were about to get up and move or something.

His eyes started to burn from staring at the wall so much, so he shut them. He stretched out into a comfortable position, which wasn't easy on the small chair, and decided werther or not he should take a little nap. He decided not to fight sleep. Eh, he would wake up when Marie got there. Mark had this weird phobia about sleeping in front of other people. He hated being watched while he slept. Kind of strange, but it really gave him some sleepless nights at Hogwarts. Right about now though, he was having no trouble. He immediately dozed off, not caring how many people had their beady little eyes on him.

[marieannetteisoul]

Well, he had gone and shot off. Stupid boy. Marie smiled at herself, and at him; although he was already almost out of sight. She ran to catch up with him, holding her book in her hands and feeling her newly acquired scarf hitting against her neck softly. The wind was harsh against her face, as she was running into it, but she didn't really mind. But the reason the girl was late was because she wasn't a confidant as the boy. She didn't want to run down the halls, past all those staring eyes. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, she didn't want to see out of the ordinary in any way. And for that reason, as soon as she got to the castle, Marie stopped running and began to walk, albeit slightly faster than a normal pace, towards the Syltherin common room. As soon as she entered the four walls of the castle Marie felt warmer, and as she began to walk further and further in the castle, getting lower under the ground to the dungeons, she became more and more thankful to Mark for suggesting they come inside. She hadn't realized just how cold she had been out there.

Marie turned a corner, close to the common room, and saw the corridor was empty. She picked up her pace, soon breaking into a run, and tried to make her way as fas as she could to the common room. But, just a few yards in front of her, a couple of Slytherins turned a corner and faced right towards her. Marie came to an abrupt halt, her hair and scarf flinging forwards with the force of the momentum that kept going, even though she hadn't. She carried on walking, slowly, past them. It was a huddle of girls, and they were laughing and whispering. Marie lowered her head, letting her hair cover her face. I am not the center of everyone's world she repeated in her head, they are not talking about me the words circled in her mind, they do not think I am a freak but they did little to help. I am not...

She kept on going at the slow rate until she reached the Slytherin door. Pure Blood she whispered into it, and it opened. Marie stepped quietly into the common room, looking around for Mark. She instantly spotted him on one of the comfy chairs. He was the only one in the room (everyone else had left for some reason or another in the time it had taken her to get up to the common room; although Marie didn't know that). She was grateful for the emptiness in the room, and she smiled as she walked upto Mark. She saw him sleeping (gosh, she hadn't taken that long, had she?) in the chair and smiled even more. He was very cute when he slept. The thought she had had just a moment ago from the corridor hadn't gone, but they had become second place to her actions now. She walked slowly, softly and quietly upto him, careful not to wake him up. Then she crouched down beside the chair, her face close to his shoulder, and she smiled. Raising her hands, Marie place them on his shoulder and push down. It was hard enough to wake him up with a jolt, but not hard enough to hurt. She didn't have that type of strength. If it went well, he should end up shocked, unhurt, and with his face looking up to her laughing one.

[tchorse2]

Mark could litteraly feel his eyelids burst open. He jumped straight up out of his chair and drew his wand. Yes, he got frightened very easily. Though he immediatley shoved it back in his pocket when he saw a very giddy looking Marie standing in front of him. He rolled his dark brown eyes playfully to let her know that he had no problem with the fact that she had just woken him from a nice slumber. He let a soft little chuckle escape from his lips as he saw the big smile creep across her face. Who knows, maybe his attraction to her was mutual after all. "Glad to amuse you," he said with a bow. He was getting severely bored with sitting down, though he was up now, and decided to walk around the common room. He had seriously considered starting a nice game of twenty questions for no particular reason, when he noticed the green and silver material, still draped over her neck. "Still cold?" He said, gesturing toward her with his index finger. Although, he highly doubted she could be cold with the lovely roaring fire that had been providing them with much warmth.

Only then did he realize that he wasn't in the common room very often. In fact, the only time he really had gotten a good look at it was right when he awakened, and was still half asleep anyways. He rubbed his eyes with a fair ammount of force and glimpsed over his surroundings. He saw many empty chairs, that had been occupied before he had drifted off, and then the fire, sending off it's orange glow, and Marie, who was no longer giggling in amusement at the fact that she had woken him up. Now, even walking around the Slytherin commonroom was boring him. He scoped out the chairs again, wondering if the comfiest one had been freed up since the horde of people had fled the area. Sure enough, it was.

He was desperatley considering giving Marie the chair, even though his legs had suddnely started to ache from prancing around like a whackjob for so long. So he went to grab the chair. If Marie wanted it so bad, she'd have to sit on the armrest. He gently closed his eyes with no intention of going to sleep at all. He would pretend he was, and see how the clever little girl decided to wake him up this time. Yes, Mark was a very childish one who did things like this, merely to get on the nerves of others. He quickly opened one of his eyes, the right one, to see where Marie was. He quickly shut it. She hadn't really moved since she had jolted him awake, but he still felt a little bit beter in her presence.

[marieannetteisoul]

She watched him react and began giggling uncontrollably at his shock. She loved seeing her 'victins' just out of thier chair like that. The trick had worked perfectly, and Marks face had just stopped short of hers before he jumped out of his comfy chair. For a moment - the moment he was about to snatch his wand out - the smile on her face wavered and she went to move out of the path that would have been where his wand could have shot, but then he realized it was just her, and Marie's smiled replenished as he rolled his dark eyes. "Glad to amuse you," she laughed and replied, her tone faux serious and her eyebrows raised, "So you should be" but her face broke into her large grin, which she rarely wore, as soon as she finished talking; she was unable to keep a straight face around him.

Marie sat on the arm of the same soft leather chair out of which Mark had just jumped, her giggling subsiding slightly now that his reaction had finished, and she watched him walk across the common room, but didn't Marie didn't follow. Instead she watched him walk towards another chair; she was guessing his next moves. Although, Marie havn't expected him to sit on another chair and fall straight back to sleep, he seemed to be able to fall asleep at will. Her smile fade momentarily. Was she really that boring?

But then she saw his eyelid flicker, and Marie smiled once more. So, he was just teasing her. Well, two could play at that game. She kept her face impassive - as far as he would be able to see she hadn't seen him give away his game. She walked over to him, her face plastered with faux confusion; she wasn't a bad actress. Marie continued to move over to Mark, and when she got to the chair she knelt down, as if she was going to repeat her previous trick, but instead she whipped out her wand. Quick as a flash she had pointed it at him and whispered "Aguamenti". A small jet of water, the speed and quantity controlled by Marie, shot out her her wand and pointed straight at Mark, most of the water pointing to his ear. It wasn't a every strong jet of water, but there was enough there to completely soak his head. Her face was very close to his, her nose only a few inches from his head, so she got sprayed a bit - but it was worth it.

[tchorse2]

O O C : sorry it took so long, I completely forgot!

"AGGHH!" Mark screamed a rather girlish, but not very loud, scream. Marie would pay for this, because nobody, not even his best friend, drenched him with water. But he quickly changed his mind, because, well, how could he ever be mad at her? Although, he couldn't resist returning her favor just the teensiest bit. He spit some of the water out of his mouth before he raised his heavy head, and shook it rapidly, like a wet dog, so that his shagy hair flung cold water everywhere, especially all over the girl in front of him. "Ah, much better," he said with a satisfied grin. He loved making people feel like their plans to annoy him really had no impact what so ever. He spit the last bit of water out of his mouth as he rested back against the chair. He tended to overreact to surprises like that just the slightest bit.

He searched around the common room for a source of possible conversation topics. For one of the first times in his soon to be seventeen year long life, he was at a lack of something to say. This was especially odd for him, considering he always had something to say. About everything, even things that concerned him in no way, shape, or form. His eyes quickly darted to a funny looking bug type creature scampering up and down the wall adjacent to the chair they were sitting in. “Uh.. There’s a.. Bug thing.. Near you..” He said, barely even looking up to talk to her. It seemed, then, he found his voice. A wide, sarcastic grin spread across his face. “How ‘bout you use your blow-y up-y charm to get rid of it?” He smiled a little bigger, and let a small chuckle escape to assure Marie that he had been merely joking, even though he typically wasn’t a very jocose person.

He stretched his arms out wide, with an honestly tired yawn, and rested his left arm on the armrest. His right would just have to stay on the chair, considering Marie was sitting on the armrest which it would typically rest. He lifted his feet and placed them with a smack on the ottoman, that somehow seemed so much more comfortable then usual. ”No shoes on the furniture!” his dear, sweet mother had always told him. Now even though he may not seem like the type to listen to his parent’s small rules such as this, he more often then not, did. So not three seconds after he had rested them, he pulled his abnormally large feet off of the ottoman, and removed his shoes, setting them beside the chair. Gosh, he prayed his feet didn’t smell as bad as people said. He gracefully put his feet back on the ottoman and smiled up at Marie, waiting for just one word out of her.