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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 5, 2007 21:09:03 GMT 10
It was a wet, cold, cloudy Saturady. Brendan had woke up early, once again, to fit in his morning jog. Almost everyone was asleep in the Gryffindor Common Room except for him and a seventh year who was studying. Brendan was a little jealous of the people who could sleep in, but jogging had become a hobby now. He made his way down to the Great Hall sleepily, wearing jogging shorts, a singlet, runners and a water-proof robe over himslef to keep him warm. Brendan looked like he had just got out of bed, which he had, as he still had bed hair and his eyes were not really focused on anything.
As he entered the Great Hall, he looked over at the food filled Gryffindor table and walked over to it. There were a few more people in the hall this morning, which was unusual as he normally saw a few girls, most of them were talking, giggling and taking a few glances at him every once and a while on their house tables and a couple of guys doing the same as he was, keeping in shape.
He sat in about the middle of the Gryffindor table, slouched over his bowl and plate, rubbing his face all over sleepily and then slapping himself on the cheeks a few times.
After a few rounds of slapping himself he grabbed the coffee pot and filled his mug with coffee. This was sure to wake him up. He added milk and then two sugars. He sat there, drinking and soaking up the boring atmosphere of the Great Hall this early in the morning. Once he had finished his cup of coffee Brendan was fit to eat. The coffee had woken him up a bit but the senses were still not in full force. He took two pieces of toast and spread jam and butter on them. Brendan had a fast metabolism so his body would help burn up any extra fat he put on. He started to eat his toast and poured himself another coffee absentmindedly.
In the distance he heard an owl screetching from a while away, it sounded like. Would his post come early today? Soon enough Brendan's owl Swiggy, a snowy owl specked with brown spots all over, flew into the Great Hall.
It's a bit early for the post. He thought to himself.
The owl landed onto the spot next to him with a letter and a parcel. Curious, Brendan quickly untied the mail from him and opened the letter. It read:
Dear Brendan, Your Uncle has been a dear and has gone to Gringotts Wizard Bank for me to get you some of your fathers money for your next Hogsmeade trip. He has also got enough here for you so I can go and get you a new broom. Isn't that exciting? A new broom for my grown up baby. Your such a good boy. Oh and don't keep messing with the girls, leave them alone. Your such like your father aren't you, when it comes to that situation? Well, your much like your father in every way really. Oh and your Uncle is staying for a while and he is sleeping in your bed.
Well the casserole is ready so I will leave it at that.
Love you lots Mummy xoxoxox
As soon as he had finished reading the letter, he screwed it up and threw it infront of him. He was furious and a little embarrassed at the same time. His mum always knew he hated his Uncle after all the horrible things he said about his dad. How could you say those things about your own brother? And his Uncle had touched his father's money and was sleeping in his bed. Brendan was appauled and a look of bitterness grew across his face. His mother was simply too kind-hearted. Brendan always thought that if she was a witch and got sorted at Hogwarts she would of been a Hufflepuff for sure.
He leant over and grabbed the parcel.
As he was unwrapping it he said: "You can go Swiggy and thanks for that."
He patted the owl on the head and it flew away. Inside the wrapped parcel there was a pouch and inside it glistened with gold, silver and bronze.
"Thanks Mum." He said to himself, taking each individual wizard money, weather it be a knut, a sickle or a galleon and he wiped them over well, with the same look of bitterness on his face.
(OOC: I was really bored)
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Post by Lena Polienko on Jan 7, 2007 2:57:30 GMT 10
Lena wondered why she even came to the Great Hall in the morning anymore. In the morning, she was usually a neurotic mess and didn’t eat anything. But this morning, her dorm-mates had gotten angry at her for smoking in the dormitory. It wasn’t her fault one of them had ‘asmuh’, whatever that was.
Lena didn’t like to sit down. She was pacing around the Great Hall, now on her third cup of black coffee. Off-mornings like these were common to her; they usually meant the rest of her day would be horrible. One thing she liked about the Great Hall in the morning was owl-post, she liked to watch the presents other people got. Today she noticed the boy that had been at the ball with Tim looking at a letter with a weird look on his face.
Lena, who was a closet gossip, had heard brief rumours about his dad, which she hadn’t really cared much about. Something about his dad being dead or something? Lena only felt a little sorry for him. Besides the fact that he had been a real jerk at the ball, atleast his father hadn’t left his mother for some French pig!
Okay, I’m out of here. Lena thought as more people started coming into the Great Hall. She decided to go outside for a smoke and maybe some alone time.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 7, 2007 15:31:53 GMT 10
Tabitha's green eyes were as bright as ever as she descended the staircase and made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was a little later than usual -- she had been forced to coax one of her roommates into waking up and getting up off of the floor because she had fallen onto one of Tabitha's sneakers -- and that fact annoyed her, because the fifteen-year-old was usually up and out of her dormitory before the sun was fully risen. Maybe it was just a habit left over from all those days at Pine Grove Primary School, when she had been dropped off before her parents went to work at six in the morning, but it had stuck, and who was she to complain?
The Gryffindor's normally flowing dark mane was pulled up into a ponytail that bounced behind her at her every step, but did succeed in staying out of her face. She wore a simple, pale blue warm-up suit that her mother had bought for her last birthday, and her favorite, most comfortable white sneakers that had a thick sky blue line running down the outer side of each shoe. Tabitha's wand protruded from a pocket, but there was no other sign that she was anything else than the Muggle she had been born as.
Tabitha made her way to the Gryffindor table and paused behind a boy who she recognized from an earlier meeting in the common room and from their House Quidditch team. He was staring at a letter with something akin to disgust, and then crinkled it up and threw it across the table. He proceeded to open a pouch that he had retrieved from an owl and poured a pile of money into his hand, looking over and polishing the pieces. Tabitha took a seat beside him, grinning, and said jestingly, "Ooh, money -- can I have some?"
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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 7, 2007 16:11:31 GMT 10
Brendan jumped and made noise that sounded a little like 'huhhh'. The money that he was holding also jumped with him, but luckily he didn't drop any of it onto the ground. He looked beside him and saw a girl sitting there with a grin on her face. At first Brendan didn't think that scaring him like that was funny though slowly but surely a grin brushed across his face and he found the humour in it.
Brendan really wished he could give the money to her. He didn't really want any money his Uncle had touched but if his mother found out that he gave it away she would be fuming and he probably wouldn't hear the end of it.
"Oh , hey. I wish I could give this money to you, but Mum wouldn't be to pleased." He said jovially.
He put back the money in the pouch and stuff it into his pocket.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 9, 2007 14:15:12 GMT 10
Tabitha snapped her fingers and simultaneously clicked her tongue as if she had just lost a great opportunity, her long ponytail swinging wildly as she moved her head. With a good-natured chuckle, she said, "Ah, that's too bad. I wouldn't have objected to a little extra pocket money for the next Hogsmeade trip." Her vividly green eyes twinkled mischeviously and her ever-present grin returned with aplomb.
The fifteen-year-old picked up a grapefruit half and laid it on her plate before looking back to Brendan and asking cheerfully, "So why are you up so early on a Saturday morning? More than half the castle is still asleep -- minus one of my roommates, since I had to get her to get up off of the floor, and my shoe, before I could leave. Although she's probably asleep again by now, if I know her. Why everyone around here sleeps until two in the evening, I'll never know..."
Tabitha's voice trailed off and she shook her head absentmindedly. It really wasn't a question, for no one person could answer for everyone, but it really was something that the Gryffindor could not understand. Her parents and her grandparents had always taught her not to waste a perfectly good day lying in bed, and Tabitha had always been more of a morning person, anyway.
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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 9, 2007 19:43:59 GMT 10
Grabbing the already scranched letter, he scrunched it even more and stuffed it into is pocket with the money. He thought that Tabitha might of known why he gets up so early being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and everything. He sat up straight and looked at Tabitha.
"I go jogging on the weekends. I find jogging early in the morning is better for me. The grounds aren't crowded and you don't have many people staring at you." He said, looking over at the bunch of girls looking sitting at their house table.
He knew that a couple of girls were staring at him because as soon as he looked over they freaked and quickly turned around and giggled. Brendan just simply shook his head and turned back to Tabitha.
"I've got to keep in shape for Quidditch." He smiled.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 10, 2007 13:44:21 GMT 10
Tabitha's bright green eyes followed his gaze to the group of Gryffindor girls who sat giggling and acting like, well, like giggling girls. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Brendan with a less-than-amused look on her face. "See," she said, somewhat bitterly, "girls like that give teenage girls in general a bad name. We're not all giggling, gossiping, boy-crazy lunatics, but you try to tell that to the general public and they'll laugh to your face." Tabitha sighed and glanced searchingly across the Great Hall, looking for Farica, before turning her gaze back to Brendan.
"Ah," she said at last, in response to his comments about jogging. "My cousin Peter used to do the same thing every morning so that he could stay in shape for the track team at his school. I don't know if he still does or not," she added, a note of regret entering her voice. "I haven't seen much of my cousins since I started at Hogwarts. I suppose it's worth it, but you can't help missing the people you care about, you know?"
The fifteen-year-old smiled sadly for a moment and then, in an effort to move her mind to a different subject, said, "I've always woken up early, for as long as I can remember. My parents used to have to drag me out of bed when I was little, because they had to drop me off at school before they went to work in the mornings." A thoughtful look entered her eyes as she pondered, as much to herself as to Brendan, "I think that's where I first found that lizard that my parents used to think was an imaginary friend.. Now, though, we're all of the opinion that the lizard was real, but somehow I made it invisible to hide it from them." She paused here and chuckled. "That was before I knew that I was a witch, so we don't really know for sure."
A twinkle entered Tabitha's green eyes, making them look utterly vibrant with enthusiasm. "Oh, so you're on the team, then?" she asked. "I love Quidditch -- there's hardly anything in this world better than flying, especially when you're actually playing the game. Only I tend to get a little super-competitive and start knocking people off of their brooms when I pass the Quaffle, though, if I don't watch it." She chuckled wryly and added, "I put my application in for the team, but I don't know if I made it yet."
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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 10, 2007 16:15:59 GMT 10
"Yeah, I love it too....Super-competitive? I wouldn't call it that. I would call it..." He paused for a moment and then added "Healthy competition!"
He smiled for a moment then went back to eating his jam toast. Brendan was always one for pushing an shoving people during a Quidditch game. He thought it made the game more exciting and pleasurable. His toast had gone cold and it looked like he had coffee spilt in the middle of it. Slowly, an unpleasant look spread across Brendan's face and he started to chew the toast much slower than he had been doing when he has taken the first bite. He placed the reat of the toast back onto his plate softly. Coffee and jam on toast wasn't Brendan's favourite food of all time to say the least. He swallowed the bite sized piece of toast he had been chewing and quickly poured himself some water to wash the foul tasting taste out of his mouth. He quickly drank the water down and wiped his mouth with his arm.
"Do you play chaser?... That's the position I play. Most exciting position in my opinion." He said nonchalantly.
He rested his elbow on the table and lay his chin in his hand. H eturned to Tabitha and waited for her to say something.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 10, 2007 16:55:41 GMT 10
After Brendan corrected the defining her competitiveness as healthy competition instead of super-competitive, Tabitha couldn't help it; she had to laugh. Several people at the Gryffindor table turned to look at her as the crystal clear notes of her voice rang across the Great Hall, but she didn't care. She loved to laugh, and if they thought it was a problem just because it was so early in the morning, then they had best form a new opinion. Her iron will revealed itself easily in this; she refused to change her mind just because a few people might think she was strange.
"Healthy competition, huh?" she asked, amusement in her voice. "Well, there are a few people who almost had broken bones as souvenirs of my over-enthusiasm who might disagree with you on that point."
Brendan started munching on his toast again, and Tabitha stifled a grin at the look on his face. Tearing her gaze away from this rather amusing sight, she returned to her own breakfast. With a sthingy, she dug a bit of the fruit from within its skin and popped it in her mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment and relished the taste; she loved grapefruit, but not half so much as she loved lemons. "Not very sour," she murmured, a little disappointed.
Then Brendan asked her about Quidditch again, and Tabitha turned her gaze back to him, nodding and meeting his gaze with those vividly green eyes. "I don't quite have the arm to play Beater," she explained, "and I can't stand having to sit still and wait until someone comes up to you with the Quaffle before you really get into the game, so Keeper isn't for me, either. I could be a Seeker, but that also involves a lot of flying around randomly and waiting. Yes, I much prefer Chaser -- and that's what I'll be, with any luck, if my application is accepted."
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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 10, 2007 17:43:47 GMT 10
"Yeah, Chaser's my favourite by far. It can become dangerous too. I mean, you have the Beaters hitting Bludgers at you and then you have the other sides Chaser's banging into you, trying so hard to push you off your broom. Although, I don't mind pushing other people off their brooms either." He said casually.
He sat up properly and took a look around the Great Hall. It was getting more crowded and Brendan would soon have to hit the track. Brendan sighed. He really couldn't be bothered going out into the cold air and jogging for about an hour. This was the first day in a while that Brendan coulodn't be bothered. Usually he was eager to get out there and to run around for 60 minues.
"I can't be bothered today." He said randomly.
Brendan wasn't sure weather or not Tabitha knew what he was talking about.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 10, 2007 18:04:20 GMT 10
"Mmm, I don't know; the Seeker and Keeper get Bludgers aimed at them as much as we do," Tabitha said thoughtfully. "The Seekers are pretty good at the pushing-their-opposite-out-of-the-way game, as well. We're just out in the heart of the action, and that's what I really love. Whether you have the Quaffle, or you're guarding a teammate who has it, or even trying to get it from an opponent -- you're never left sitting and wondering what to do. It's instinct as much as it is ability."
She picked another bit of fruit from the yellow orb on her plate and, as she put it in her mouth, realized that she wasn't hungry at all. That wasn't really unusual; Tabitha rarely had a proper appetite in the mornings, and when she did, it was more than likely that she wouldn't eat anything else for the rest of the day -- or not until she got hungry again around midnight, anyway.
Tabitha's right eyebrow raised curiously at Brendan's last comment, after he had gazed around the Great Hall for a moment. "You can't be bothered with what today?" she asked wonderingly. "The rainclouds got you down or something?"
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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 10, 2007 18:31:56 GMT 10
Brendan watched Tabitha take another piece of friut. The fruit looked so good and was making him hungry, so he took an orange and started to peel the skin off it.
"Yes, I s'pose your right. Oh, and I can't be bothered jogging. I'm just too tired and, yes, the rainclouds are a bit daunting." He smiled.
When he had finished peeling the orange, he took a knife from the cutlery basket infront of him and cut it into quarters. He took one quater and bit it in half. Juice went flying everywhere including the hair of one of the giggling girls. Luckily she was turned and nobody saw it. Brendan let out a great "HA!" People looked and stared including the girl. Brendan just smiled at her. She turned red and went back to giggling not noticing that she had fresh orange juice in her hair. Who knows what they were talking about and Brendan didn't really want to know.
He gazed at Tabitha and shrugged his shoulders.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 10, 2007 18:52:14 GMT 10
"Ah," Tabitha said slowly, registering at last what he had meant. "You seem to do the same thing that I do sometimes -- stop talking about one subject for a moment and then bring it up again after a bit like there had been no pause or interruption." She grinned slightly, green eyes twinkling, and added, "Mum says that I'm too much like my father in that way; Dad says that I get it from Mum."
Then she watched as he cut an orange and bit into a quarter of it, spraying juice into the hair of one of the girls who had been giggling earlier. As Brendan laughed and the girls turned around to stare at him again, Tabitha hid her mouth behind her hand and tried not to burst out laughing. Nonetheless, she was shaking with suppressed mirth that caused the tip of her ponytail to fall down into her grapefruit.
When she has managed to sober herself and the girls had turned around again, she turned to Brendan with a mischevious look in her green eyes. In a mock reproving voice, but a little softer than usual so that the girls wouldn't hear, Tabitha said, "Now, you know that you should have told her what happened, Brendan. It's not very noble, after all, to hide from a bunch of giggling girls, and our House is supposed to be noble, isn't it?"
Then, dropping all pretenses, she chuckled and went on, "Of course, my neighbor, Cynthia, says that citrus juice is good for your hair.. I wouldn't know, but I suppose that girl and I will both find out soon enough." She fished one of her own long, brown hairs out of the grapefruit and held it up between them as if it were evidence in a case.
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Post by Brendan Makintyre on Jan 10, 2007 19:32:30 GMT 10
"No way would I go over there and tell her that she has juice in her hair. Maybe if she settled a bit I would, but not now. I would be at the risk of getting bombarded with questions like "Do you have a girlfriend?" or "What type of girl do you like?"No sir. I would rather sit here and watch the juice seep into her hair. Besides, maybe your friend Cynthia is right and she might appreciate that I am making her hair better." He said logically, well he thought it was anyway.
Brendan knew all too well the minds of those girls. He had been in that situation so many times it wasn't funny. He ate another quarter of his orange. This time no juice squirted anywhere apart from down his hand. Brendan quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped his hand, shoving the rest of the orange in his mouth. It must of looked like has stuffed a large, whole potatoe in there. He started to the orange while finishing wiping his hand. His mouth got smaller with every few bites.
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Post by Tabitha Lawson on Jan 11, 2007 13:19:41 GMT 10
Tabitha chuckled as Brendan answered defensively. Maybe he didn't realize that she was joking, or maybe he just wanted her to think he didn't. Either way, it was still amusing. "It's like I was saying," she said with a shrug. "It's that type of girls who give the rest of us a bad name. Of course, they probably are the majority of teenage girls, or at least so far as I've noticed..."
Tabitha pondered this for a moment before shrugging again and searching the eaves and the sunlit ceiling with her green eyes in a second search for Farica. It had been almost a week; there was no way it could take her that long to get from London to Hogwarts. Perhaps her parents had a need to send a message to someone else in the wizarding world and had borrowed her.. but Tabitha found that unlikely, as they were both Muggles and knew very few magic-users aside from their daughter.
The fifteen-year-old frowned slightly as she failed to locate the owl -- though she hadn't really expected to -- and looked down at her plate again. With a sigh, she stabbed at the grapefruit with the sthingy, wondering if she should worry or not. If there were something truly wrong, it would have been all over the papers by now.. wouldn't it?
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