Post by MARLENE LESLIE MCKINNON on Jan 12, 2012 9:08:12 GMT -5
MARLENE• LESLIE • MCKINNON
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NICKNAMES: Marley, Marls, Marl, Mckinnon - so long as it's directed at her, she will answer to almost anything.
GENDER: Female.
AGE/D.O.B: Seventeen. November 21st.
WAND: Blackthorn, dragon heartstring, 101/2 inches.
HOUSE/YEAR: Gryffindor/Seventh.
OCCUPATION: --
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
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HAIR: Blonde and long. Usually she leaves it down and to its own devices, but long hair can be relatively annoying, so she’s just as likely to shove it up into a messy ponytail.
EYES: Marlene’s got those tricky eyes, the ones you can’t tell whether they’re one colour or another. Are they blue or are they green? It’s anyone’s guess.
BODY AND HEIGHT: Given all the food she regularly stuffs into her mouth and how petite she is you’d be right to wonder where exactly Marlene packs it. She’d laugh and say she’s just lucky it goes straight to her boobs. The truth of it is, she’s a very active girl and most of what she eats isn’t hugely unhealthy. As such, she’s got a healthy body, maybe erring just this side of skinny, full of lean muscle. She’s also fairly tall, standing at 5’9’’.
DISTINCT MARKINGS: Like virtually every girl she’s got her ears pierced, but truth be told, Marlene isn’t really a gold and silver kind of girl. So while she has the capabilities for earrings, she’s not one to wear them very often. Only really in the company of the other 'old families'. There's plenty of scars to be accounted for though. Firstly, there’s the regular scuffed knees everyone (everyone except good little girls, that is) seems to have. Probably the most notable one, however, is the jagged line on her right side. This one came from an unfortunate encounter with a rusty nail and a girl too fond of climbing for her own good. Of course it scarred over - there was no way she was going to tell her parents she'd been running wild. Finally, while it's not set in stone, Marlene has been thinking about getting a tattoo since she turned sixteen last year. At the moment, it's definitely going to be a small bird in flight, because everyone deserves to be free and unburdened if only for a little while. There's no news on potential location yet.
CLOTHING/STYLE: Marelene’s style is, well, it’s very Marlene. When it comes to uniform, she loves wearing the Gryffindor tie. Quite a lot actually. Whether she’s got it pulled loose, worn like a kerchief around her neck or as a hair accessory, Marls is rarely seen without it. Otherwise, she’ll wear the uniform exactly how it’s supposed to be worn. When not in uniform she’s often wearing something dark and denim, usually ripped in fashion. Leather jackets are also definite favourites. For shirts, it’s all in a similar vein; any style, any colour really. Marls is definitely getting behind this muggle punk movement, that’s for sure. It’s also perfectly legit to see Marley walking around in some weird getup (that seems to work for some reason) at least once a month. It’s not so much because she’s trying to make a statement, but more because she’s had a hard time finding something unwrinkled and wearable that day.
ANYTHING ELSE: She's got an unhealthy obsession with her black leather, fleece lined combat boots.
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DISLIKES: Porcelain dolls, being wrong, spiders, people who whine yet don't do anything about it, blood fanatics, homework, potions; she's shite at potions, failing, detention, feeling useless or helpless, pink, spartan living, losing, fighting with people she cares about, slytherins, putting up with crap, being dependent on others, feeling exposed or vulnerable, losing things, cats, being underestimated.
STRENGTHS: Confident, blunt, trustworthy, creative, protective, loyal, realist, tenacious.
WEAKNESSES: Blunt, hot headed, sarcastic, sailor mouth, disorganised, stubborn.
PRIORITIES: First and foremost, her family and trying to sort out this whole situation she's created. Next, her friends. Then, probably actually graduating. And then quidditch which is about on par with graduating with marks to get her into curse breaking. Finally, learn to drive stick without stalling every couple of times she slams on the breaks.
BOGGART: The first time Marlene came into contact with a boggart the creature immediately assumed the form of a porcelain doll. They’re unfeeling things, with pink lipped smiles, rosy cheeks and glassy eyes that never shut. They need to be set on shelves and left alone, less they shatter. Aside from the fact the collectables creep her out, they make a good physical representation of her deepest fear: vulnerability. There’s no doubt that Marls has grown into one tough customer. Seeing her cry is on par with Armageddon. But what Marley fears in particular is ultimate emotional nakedness. Marlene is used to being the crutch for other people. In her own way, she likes that, so the moment her own cracks start showing, she gets jumpy. Trapped, claustrophobic and borderline commitment phobic is a good way of putting it. Marlene hates the idea of being co-dependent on anyone, not only because she’s scared she’ll get hurt but because she’s scared she’ll disappoint them or let them down when they need her most. As a natural progression, Marlene fears that she’s not really capable of love on such a deep level. Regardless, it doesn’t stop her from trying. She’s always taking the plunge and always comes up short.
ERISED: All Marlene really wants right now is to find herself some social stability. For two years she managed to ensure what trickled back to her parents through the grapevine was minimal and it worked. Only, wizards and witches are a really gossipy lot and lately, Marley’s censorship has been shot to hell. So, yeah, she’s kind of in a situation, not wanting to lose what she’s got, any of it and maybe that makes her selfish, but she thinks she deserves to be a little selfish about it.
VERITASERUM: She’s not got many secrets. The biggest though? That she’s worried. Marls is damn worried about her family because of who they are and the choices she's making. The pressure she's putting on an already delicate situation. She's worried about her friends. And the direction these attacks seem to be going. It’s one thing for a few isolated events; students are always ragging on each other and maybe a few might take it way too far with the blatant racism, but it’s another altogether for full scale attacks. So, yeah, she’s worried. She’s a realist and even the village idiot could sense that trouble is brewing.
PATRONUS: Marlene’s patronus takes on the form of a badger. She finds this highly amusing, if only because Hufflepuff is the house of the badger and she is in most respects a very obvious Gryffindor. As for the memory, at the moment it'd have to be the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin quidditch match two years ago and the aftermath. They were already well into the season and here was a grudge match unlike any other. The last time Gryffindor had the misfortune to face off against the snakes they’d been robbed of victory and three of their players had ended up with bunks in the Hospital Wing, Marls included. The tension in the castle as the game grew nearer was almost palpable. And in true sporting fashion, the game did not disappoint. Not only did Gryffindor win, but Marls managed to smash the smirk off the slimeball who’d cornered her and a friend in the Entrance Hall two days prior and caught them with a Furnunculous Curse (because everyone thought Marlene was an easy target back then. A lot of them still do.) Then there had been the celebrations. Marlene had had the time of her life, celebrating with her friends and teammates in the Gryffindor Common Room. She had gotten incredibly drunk incredibly quickly and spent the rest of the evening riding the liquid confidence. All in all, it had been fantastic. She had her friends and she had her quidditch and so she had a damn lot of happiness to spread around.
PENSIEVE: When Marls was six she thought she'd help out Audrey in her attempts to get some biscuits from off the kitchen counter. Originally, Marley hadn't thought anything much of it; she'd done the right thing (in a sense) despite the fact she knew treats weren't allowed until after proper meals. What she hadn't counted on, however, was her little sister's inability to actually eat the bloody thing. The moment she started to hear the choked attempts at coughing, Marlene was absolutely beside herself. She knew something was wrong, but at six was a little lost as to how to help. She flittered between trying to calm down Audrey who'd started somewhat crying, fixing the problem and calling for her parents. Needless to say, nothing she tried actually worked. Before Tony entered the kitchen and prevented Audrey's attempts at death by choking, Marlene was so sure her sister was going to die. And she was helpless to do anything about it.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
Marlene is an outgoing girl and for the most part, rather friendly. There's always an opportunity to share a quick word with someone in the halls and unless it's some god awful hour of the morning, she's not going to bite your head off. She really enjoys the company of others. In fact, she kind of needs the company of others, perhaps much more than she's ever willing to admit. Not to anyone, not out loud and definitely not to herself. She's always up for a laugh and the stupidest things amuse her to no end. Parties are another thing she loves and she'll rarely pass up the opportunity to attend one. Not the stuffy, superficial gossip-fest, see-how-much-better-our-family-is, exclusive pureblood shindigs, but real parties with alcohol and ill-advised hook-ups and weed. Marls is also weirdly physically affectionate for all her burgeoning 'I am woman, hear me roar' tendencies. She'll lean into her friends when walking to class, throw her arms around their shoulders and otherwise drape herself over them like a piece of clothing they forgot to wear. It might be caused in part by the delicate flower in the corner routine she’s been forced into since a girl – she likes to feel close to people and them to feel close in return and this is merely another way she’s discovered to do it. It’s also probably the reason that recently she’s started to make it onto the Hogwarts rumour mill. Apparently, she’s got a very full love life.
She's rather blunt. Love her or hate her for it, she's quite honest in her opinions. She can also be a little too candid at times. Even on topics apparently improper for a lady to even think about. Which may just be half the reason she does it. Come on, Marlene, nobody wants to hear they look like shite after they've just had the worst day in forever. No, you wouldn't be wrong to assume she has a habit of perhaps saying the wrong thing at exactly the wrong time, despite her heart being in the right place. Marls is horribly sarcastic as well. Especially if she finds something absolutely ridiculous or incredibly stupid. What she's probably getting best known for, however, is the mouth on her. And, no, not in that way you pervert. The girl can't get through an extended dialogue/conversation without some kind of minor profanity. There's no rhyme or reason to it, but it makes for a fun game when you're bored. Guess the number of times or when she's going to drop a swear, then call her on it. It's also a great drinking game.
Marls is no stranger of being accused as a little bit cocky. She's a confident, determined and stubborn girl. She's seventeen. Of course she's confident in her own abilities; she hasn't yet been tested. Her determination is really just a nice way of differentiating her stubbornness. Really, they're the same thing. Marlene is absolutely determined to succeed. She finds it incredibly difficult to admit she's wrong, to admit she's failed or that something is unsalvageable. At heart, Marley is a realist and practical, but that never stops her from stubbornly keeping at it regardless. Marls will work herself to the bone on things like this - things that she believes matter - because she can't give up on them, she just can't.
Marls has known all her life what it is to have responsibility and independence. People may give her advice whether she's asked for it or not. This she’s used to. It’s kind of expected when your family is stuck with the overly-traditional lot, but ultimately, Marlene will always make her own decisions. She values the independence Hogwarts has given her so much since she’s discovered she doesn’t have to pretend so much. So, she can’t take not being independent now. She absolutely hates relying on people emotionally or showing weakness. Though the Mckinnon sisters are only a year apart, that year equates to a lot when you’re growing up. There's always going to be the Big Sister quality of keeping the younger ones safe at the expense of your own fears in Marlene. You might even call it maternal and it is; Marls just fails to see it that way. Hence why she thinks she'd suck at being a parent.
Trust is something Marls takes a while to give. She’s weary because she’s been stung before, so even though she loves her friends, she really does, if she has to choose, family always comes first. So yeah, breaking that trust she chooses to give you (and not lightly, I might add) would be very, very bad. Marlene is also really trustworthy. She'll always keep what secrets her friends share to her grave. She'll rarely slip up and betray someone. Especially since she's so protective over the people she cares about. It's hugely cliché, but the girl will go above and beyond to make certain she's there for her family and friends when they need her. And when she's not, Marls beats herself up about it for weeks on end. Of course, you wouldn't know it. Marlene rarely ever lets her deepest fears and hurts and worries rise to the surface. There’s no doubt she can hold her own in an argument. She doesn’t tolerate bull and she’s more than happy to get up close and personal fighting if it comes to it, especially for the people she loves.
Marlene has always been the tomboy of the family. She’s always been a little reckless and had a little bit of a rebellious streak, but it wasn’t until fourth year when she got up the guts to try out for the Gryffindor quidditch team that she really started to let her colours show. Before that, she was just that friendly little Gryffindor girl; a little sarcastic, a little too honest and a little too friendly with those dreaded muggleborns. After, she was Marls. She’s still working on it though, where the balance between the rebelliousness and family is, so she can have one without losing the other. Because she’s sick of being something she’s not in centre frame and everything else behind the scenes. And really, the whole thing's totally complicated and doing her head in. She’s still not the worst person for it up in Gryffindor Tower though.
Joking and sarcasm is totally her preferred way of dealing with stress of all varieties, especially when she can't reach a pair of knitting needles. It's an embarrassing quirk, she knows, but it's one she's managed to keep relatively under wraps. The bottom of her trunk, however, does end up with a layer of misshapen monstrosities of tangled wool. Marls may partake in knitting, but nobody said she was good at it.
Disorganisation is something Marlene has never been able to shake. She doesn't believe in wasting her time keeping things perfectly tidy when that time can be better spent. As such, her side of the Girl's Dormitory looks like it was flattened by a tornado. Her notes, books and homework are not much better. Marls is convinced it's partly the reason she's so crap at potions; it requires a level of organisation and patience she's sorely lacking, as well as an ability to follow directions to a tee.
Athleticism and Marlene go together like bread and butter. The girl is always active in some way, mostly by way of team sports. Sports are sort of her thing. She loves, loves quidditch because it means flying and a weird mix of calm and exhilarating that can't be beat. That and it sort of fills her quota for competitiveness without having to direct it at schoolwork. The only subject she cares about on a regular basis is charms because she's absolutely brilliant at it. She can get by coasting through everything else because she’s quite intelligent, but she does put in effort because education is important and it’s one less thing her parents have to worry about. Anyways, Marls has also found she loves football - and not this junk yanks seem to love so much - but actual football. Heaven forbid she discovers motorsports! She's already discovered cars and motorcycles though, so it's really just a matter of time. There's just something fascinating about them.
Actually, she's kind of in love with most things muggle. Telly is just, wow, how do they get the people in a box that small, I mean seriously? Doctor Who was the first progamme she was ever introduced and it's the only thing she'll try to watch with any regularity. She's a total dork about it the way she's a total dork about her sports.
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MOTHER: Clara Mckinnon.
SIBLINGS: Audrey Mckinnon, sixteen, ravenclaw. (if you'd rather I leave it blank, then I can change this, but I needed a name for earlier, so I just decided to fill in the entire thing).
OTHER FAMILY: Various cousins, aunts and uncles because they aren't just the Mckinnons, they're the Mckinnon clan.
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: High class.
HISTORY OVERVIEW: The Mckinnons might not have been as prominent a family as the Blacks, Potters or the Prewetts, but they were still a pureblood family, steeped in, well, the Blacks would call it tradition. You might call it outdated pigswash. Yet, the rest of the wizarding world in the late 1950’s was still clinging to the old ways like they were going out of fashion. Clara and Anthony were perhaps lucky. Classic story of boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl goes travelling after graduation and boy doesn’t see girl again until two years later in the Ministry of Magic. Then it was just a matter of rekindling that like, upgrading it to love and finally marriage. Easy. They were both suitable so the period in between could be ignored without issue. It was a good match, people said. Two Ravenclaw Alumni; they’d known each other for years. And what was more, they loved each other, clearly. None of this rubbish arranged stuff; this was the real thing.
So Tony and Clara were married. And the marriage was obviously consummated at some point because in the winter of the following year Clara gave birth to a baby girl. That girl was none other than Marlene. She was their first and she was absolutely perfect. Clara took to carrying around little Marlene on her hip almost every opportunity she could once she was old enough, yet still young enough to be unable to crawl. For the most part, Marlene was content to sit by her mother. It was the perfect vantage point to see everything that was going on around her. Brilliant for a learning child. Most of the child rearing at this point fell to Clara while Tony came into the picture when it came to play time. He’d always retell stories from Beetle and the Bard and little games. Tony was always the one to tuck her in at night when she finally fell asleep. Clara had always been the more subdued of the two, while Tony was much more light-hearted, so it made sense.
It’s safe to say that the little routine they’d created didn’t alter much when Clara gave birth to their second child, another girl. By this point, Marlene was already a year old and dressed up like a doll in ribbons and pink dresses. At this stage she was also already quite vocal, even though nothing she said resembled anything like proper English. And she had a habit of finding the most inconvenient places to stick herself in. Clara had her hands full with the both of them really, but she managed. It helped that Marlene was utterly fascinated with her younger sister. She was something new and odd and Marlene was maybe a little smitten.
By the time she was six, things had shifted a little, but it made all the difference. Audrey was five and that meant old enough to play with. Now the young girls were deemed able enough to be left to their own devices for an extended period of time. Of course, one or both parents would stick their head in whatever room the girls currently occupied to ensure nothing was wrong, but for the most part, these were the years they were on their own. Unsurprisingly, they grew close. Marlene was very much the leader, dragging Audrey wherever took her fancy. Maybe it was the attic, all dusty and covered in spider webs, but always interesting. Sometimes it was the back garden where they’d hide in the bushes and Audrey would stand guard when Marlene got it into her head to climb another tree/fence/wall, despite knowing full well she wasn’t allowed. Even at six, Marlene was always ensuring that Audrey was able to do what she wanted to do. She was fair. So, back inside they’d go to the bedroom and play tea party, Marlene taking out the sweets she’d saved from her dessert two days prior to Audrey’s surprised delight. Clara and Tony made sure to have some form of bonding time with their children every night, not supper, but an honest to god sit down with games, stories or listening to the wizard radio. And it was nice. Marlene loved it very much because Tony was really something when it came to amusing jokes. And he was also the best at throwing her in the air and catching her every time. She also loved it because Clara made sure to tuck them both at her sides, cuddle them in turns. If the Mckinnons proved anything it was that you could be pureblood, close-knit and affectionate no matter what side of the tracks you came from.
But some social obligations could not be avoided forever and at eight, Marlene with Audrey in tow, were supposedly old enough to start attending. All they had to do really was stay relatively quiet, be polite and then they’d be allowed to go off with the other children. Of course, Marlene found even this difficult. She’d whisper comments in Audrey’s ear constantly – what were they were wearing, honestly, wondering how old was old uncle Lysander exactly, had to be at least fifty – every time Audrey looked to be getting restless. It made her laugh though even if it did get Marlene in trouble. It also made the events a little more bearable. Christmases, Halloween, coming of age celebrations; there were always at least three of these things Marlene was forced to attend during the year. And aside from a few minor indiscretions, she was the quiet little wallflower everyone expected her to be.
It was around this time that Marlene displayed her first bit of uncontrolled magic. It was nothing outrageous that caused it. All Marlene wanted to do was get one of the large books from one of the many bookshelves they owned. She needed it as part of the fort she was building for Audrey and herself to hide out in. Of course, the thickest one had to be right on the top shelf. She pulled over one of the heavy chairs, tried standing on that, but her hand barely touched it. Annoyed, she stood on tip toe, lost balance. Audrey shrieked, Marley fell flat on her back and Clara came running in, just as the book flew down from the shelf and landed in Marlene’s lap.
To say her parents were excited was an understatement. They were ecstatic and Marlene couldn’t help feeling that way too. She and Audrey were treated to an ice cream sundae so it wasn’t as if she was going to complain. In the weeks that followed, Hogwarts was explained to her in great detail. The school, the grounds, the friendships she’d make there. The classes, but most importantly Ravenclaw. Of course, Tony and Clara told her about the other houses, but it always came back to Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw this , Ravenclaw that. When you’re sorted into Ravenclaw...
Eventually, her Hogwarts letter arrived in good time on her eleventh birthday. The thrill of something so new and exciting to look forward to lost a little of its appeal when the realisation she’s actually be leaving her family hit home. It didn’t help Audrey looked mildly betrayed at the notion Marley wasn’t coming back ‘till Christmas. But they said their goodbyes and Marlene hopped on her train.
Waiting in line during the Sorting Ceremony was horrible. Marlene was a bundle of nerves. On the train she’d started to really think about getting sorted and for the first time it occurred to her she might not get Ravenclaw. What would her parents think? And then her name was called. She walked forward, the Hat was dropped onto her head and she had a bit of an argument with it when it told her Ravenclaw wasn’t in her best interests. “A bit defiant, are we, Miss Mckinnon?” it said in her ear and Marlene immediately answered “No.” It chuckled, booming Gryffindor to the entire Hall.
But the crazy, old Hat ended up being right and Marlene was well-suited for the lions. And she needn’t have been so cut up about it because her parents weren’t disappointed. If they were, they wisely chose to keep it to themselves. She learnt she could be as sarcastic or as blunt or as brilliant as she wanted to be without having to worry about being proper. She could be herself and finally, she was surrounded by people her own age on a regular basis. Not only that, but she could choose who she wanted to be friends with. There was a novelty she’s never really had before. The classes weren’t too bad either. Except Potions. Potions was horrible. Before Christmas holidays had rolled around, she’d made friends with a girl named Jess. She was a second year Ravenclaw; they’d met at the library when Marlene was still trying desperately to train herself out of disorganisation.
The years continued on and Marlene made friends in her own house. Her sister got her Hogwarts letter too and was sorted straight into Ravenclaw. By this time, Marlene had become aware of some of what the older students were saying. That it wasn’t right, muggleborns. Marley was suitably outraged! She'd overheard kind of the exact opposite from her family when she was younger. She shared a dorm with one and she thought Lily was really nice and smart. She didn’t like it, but nor did she rock the boat over it either. It eventually left her mind when it occurred to her one day in third year that she hadn’t seen Jess in a week. And that Jess had barely said three words to her the time before that. Obviously, something was up, but Marlene wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. Jess was a fourth year now and she had a lot of schoolwork. Plus she was a Ravenclaw. That had to be it. But that wasn’t it. Jess just wasn’t really into hanging around a third year who couldn’t decide who she wanted to be. Said she was tired of it. This was the exact moment Marls learnt that friendship can be fickle. It also taught her not to put so much stock into it, no matter how much she might want to.
Eventually, fourth year rolled around. For the second time, quidditch trials were open and Marlene really wanted to go. She hadn’t gone the last time because it wasn’t proper for a girl to be on a broom like that. But Marlene loved flying the few times she’d tried it. Finally, the day of, she screwed up her courage and went to the pitch. And not only saw it through, but actually qualified! Of course, she kept it secret, made Aud promise to do the same. Between the two of them they managed to keep most of their less than desirable acts unknown to their parents. But this was the second taste of rebellion and ultimately, what Marlene wanted. There was little chance she was going to just let it go like that.
It started with her telling her mother she was going into Diagon Alley for some supplies, then nipping off to muggle London instead. It was just awesome. The cars, the people, the music, the electricity as she later learned. She bought a pair of jeans and a blazer and it was love. Steadily, she tried new things. Brought a record and listened to it at a friend’s house. Watched a football match. Continued actively and publicly associating with muggleborns and halfbloods because they were good people she actually liked. Started actively attending the parties at school. Let herself drink with the intention to get drunk. Marls was having the time of her life and she wasn’t even upsetting anyone to do it.
Only, the ruse couldn’t last forever. First, it was quidditch. Didn’t go over all that well, but eventually everyone got used to the idea. Marlene was allowed to continue so long as her grades remained high. Then other things trickled passed all the safeguards Aud and herself had put in place. Now in seventh year, the jig is well and truly up. Her parents are in a very difficult position and she knows she’s the only one to blame; Aud never did do anything quite as bad as Marls did. It’s not that her parents even necessarily agree with all this political nonsense, it’s just that, you have to keep a united front during times like these and Marlene’s gone and ruined that. She’s definitely made the first move for her family who she's only just learnt has kept themselves carefully neutral on everything until this point, and now it’s just a matter of what her parents are going to do on their turn. And obviously, it has to be the right one because Marlene’s not the only one watching.
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YOURAGE: Twenty.
YOURTIMEZONE: GMT+10
YOUREXPERIENCE: About three years, but I've come back from a break, so I may be a little rusty.
YOUROTHERCHARS: None yet.
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His brow crinkled as he stared morosely at his charms essay. Or rather, the piece of parchment that would eventually be his charms essay. Aside from a few new blotches of ink, he had failed to write anything other than the title. The reason? Aside from the fact it was homework, of course. Boredom. Plain and simple. Honestly, it wasn’t something James found himself experiencing very often. Between his two best friends, his own antics and dare he even mention it, detention, there wasn’t exactly much time left for him to suffer from any amount of it, however miniscule. James prided himself on many things, but his innate creative streak was definitely up there in the top ten. The fact it had forsaken him in his time of need was not lost on the teenager though. With his friends abandoning him to... something that was apparently more important, James couldn’t even muster the energy to attend to his sure fire back up plan of sibling harassment. It was a rare day indeed for the eldest Potter.
A quick glance around the common room left him with nothing but a blank. He started tapping a beat out on his desk. At this point, any old distraction would do. None were forthcoming. Time seemed to suspend completely between one tap and the next. And all too soon, the walls started to slowly creep up on him from all sides. James suddenly felt like a caged animal. Cooped up and restless. Still bored. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it. It was excruciating. Like something was weighing down on him... He needed out. Hey, the moment the place you regarded as a second home started feeling like Azkaban, the only option left was to high tail it outta there. Grimacing, he threw down his quill with a savage conviction and kicked back his chair. Screw homework! It could wait. Seriously, it always could in James’ book. What James really needed was fresh air and entertainment.
Throwing on his jacket, he shoved his wand into his back pocket. From years of practice, he slipped out of the common room with little notice, instantly comforted by the slap of his shoes on the flagstones. By the time he’d reached the Entrance Hall and pushed open the heavy doors, bursting out into the courtyard, he was feeling like James again. Unbridled James Potter. Unconstrained and on the prowl. He thrust his hands into his pockets, kicking at a few loose pebbles. As usual, his shoe laces dragged along behind him like thin albino snakes. For some unknown reason they could never stay tied, so naturally, Jamie had given up on them entirely. It was a wonder he didn’t go tripping himself up all the time.
It occurred to him as he watched one pebble ricochet off the low surrounding wall that he should have grabbed his broomstick. Perfect weather for a fly. The afternoon sun beat against his back, throwing everything into the hazy glow that James secretly thought looked ethereal. (Closely guarded knowledge that. He didn’t want to sound like, Merlin forbid, Lily) Sighing, he kicked at a few twigs. Just his luck that it didn’t even cross his mind. Which seriously? Quidditch and James were like chocolate and ice cream. They went together. You didn’t think of one without thinking of the other.
While he contemplated the pros and cons of snatching a crappy school broom (closer, but slower than a bloody butterfly!), he kicked hard at one last pebble. Brown eyes watched in apparent fascination as it skipped a few times off the pavement, whacked a chunk of the wall opposite before thunking against one of the seats. Currently occupied by a student. Heh, whoops. Cringing ever so slightly James hurried over to the girl. “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry. Guess I should work on my ai...” Trailing off, his earnest apologies turned cold in the wake of the girl’s identity. Lilia Flint. Bad luck had it in for James today, didn’t it? At least this encounter would cure his boredom, he thought with a mental shrug. “Oh, it’s you. Whatsa matter, Flint? He raised a lone eyebrow, lips quirking into one of his many infuriating smirks. "Haven't reached your quota for bitch today?
A quick glance around the common room left him with nothing but a blank. He started tapping a beat out on his desk. At this point, any old distraction would do. None were forthcoming. Time seemed to suspend completely between one tap and the next. And all too soon, the walls started to slowly creep up on him from all sides. James suddenly felt like a caged animal. Cooped up and restless. Still bored. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it. It was excruciating. Like something was weighing down on him... He needed out. Hey, the moment the place you regarded as a second home started feeling like Azkaban, the only option left was to high tail it outta there. Grimacing, he threw down his quill with a savage conviction and kicked back his chair. Screw homework! It could wait. Seriously, it always could in James’ book. What James really needed was fresh air and entertainment.
Throwing on his jacket, he shoved his wand into his back pocket. From years of practice, he slipped out of the common room with little notice, instantly comforted by the slap of his shoes on the flagstones. By the time he’d reached the Entrance Hall and pushed open the heavy doors, bursting out into the courtyard, he was feeling like James again. Unbridled James Potter. Unconstrained and on the prowl. He thrust his hands into his pockets, kicking at a few loose pebbles. As usual, his shoe laces dragged along behind him like thin albino snakes. For some unknown reason they could never stay tied, so naturally, Jamie had given up on them entirely. It was a wonder he didn’t go tripping himself up all the time.
It occurred to him as he watched one pebble ricochet off the low surrounding wall that he should have grabbed his broomstick. Perfect weather for a fly. The afternoon sun beat against his back, throwing everything into the hazy glow that James secretly thought looked ethereal. (Closely guarded knowledge that. He didn’t want to sound like, Merlin forbid, Lily) Sighing, he kicked at a few twigs. Just his luck that it didn’t even cross his mind. Which seriously? Quidditch and James were like chocolate and ice cream. They went together. You didn’t think of one without thinking of the other.
While he contemplated the pros and cons of snatching a crappy school broom (closer, but slower than a bloody butterfly!), he kicked hard at one last pebble. Brown eyes watched in apparent fascination as it skipped a few times off the pavement, whacked a chunk of the wall opposite before thunking against one of the seats. Currently occupied by a student. Heh, whoops. Cringing ever so slightly James hurried over to the girl. “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry. Guess I should work on my ai...” Trailing off, his earnest apologies turned cold in the wake of the girl’s identity. Lilia Flint. Bad luck had it in for James today, didn’t it? At least this encounter would cure his boredom, he thought with a mental shrug. “Oh, it’s you. Whatsa matter, Flint? He raised a lone eyebrow, lips quirking into one of his many infuriating smirks. "Haven't reached your quota for bitch today?
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