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 Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 3:35 pm
This is just another hallway, complete with the occasional suit of armor or ugly statue and many, many moving paintings. It is made entirely out of a curious dark stone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 12:18 am
((wew for being taking the non-finker post virginity! <3 ))
Breathing in deeply golden eyes were muddled as the girl walked, robes wrinkled and slightly battered from the long day. First the trouble in the Great Hall, then some first years trapped inside a magic trunk tied to the top of the astronomy tower followed by some third years changing the labels and colors of the dungeon potions hidden behind a secret wall.
All of this before second period, and the day continued rolling.
Having given up on the taps in the prefects bathroom, being unable to remove or endure the horrible stench inside the Ravenclaw bathrooms from a malperformed spell (when would second years realise it was not the end of the world or worthwhile to use magic to be rid of a zit?) Isis moved on, decending down the hall to the second most relaxing area in lieu of a hot bath: the library.
Arms full of books to return and to study Isis headed down the hall, feet dragging wearily. If this didnt work out, the only options left to her were a dip in the mysterious lake, or to blow off some steam on the quidditch pitch.
Without the bathrooms being habitable for more then a few minutes however, Isis really, really didnt want to get dirty.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 12:38 am
The fourth floor corridor was positively bustling with activity, from the very fibers of the carpet to the high walls lined with many paintings it was cacophonous and crowded. She pondered briefly the resemblance to a street market in those old Indiana Jones movies as she weaved in and out of the students sparatically heading in any direction. Instead of a two way street, this seemed to be a thirty two lanes all going in different directions with each passing minute. Nyx carefully maneuvered her bag, attempting to keep the items inside safe from breakage or total annihilation.
Since that morning when she left the empty classroom, it felt like eyes were always on her, sneers were always in her direction, and odd things kept happening. Missing items from her person, her shoes being tied together, ink all over her hands. She knew it had something to do with a quietly murmured spell in the shallowness of her hearing, but she couldn't pass any blame on anyone! Not only that, but she'd taken on the characteristics of a pinball and was casually bounced around in the hallways like she was racking up a high score. Was everyone pissed at her today?
Not even the sweet little first years she held fondness for had 'time' to speak with her today, to be seen with her. Not that she didn't blame them; As of right now, it was social suicide. Those poor squirts could only take so much, so she felt no resentment towards them at the moment.
She'd done good though. Her temper didn't flare up one bit, even though she felt sad. It was sadness that settled deep in her bones and weighed them down worse than the potion Alair had given her. Oh well.
Nyx sighed. The day was just beginning.
Her next class was down one more floor, and in order to get there she needed to round yet another corner, go down yet another set of stairs, and battle her way through yet another crowd. The Gryffindor frowned at the thought, but frowned even more when she felt something small and squishy impact the back of her head, in her hair. With a cautious, dark green stained hand, she attempted to pull the 'spit wad' from her wavy brown locks...
But drew back with a very sticky, stringy wad of gum. The pink strands stuck to her fingers and strung out even farther. "Aw, bloody 'ell!" She hollered, glancing over her shoulder for the culprit. That was just...
She'd turned the corner by then. The environment was different, ever changing, and with no observations of what lay before her, she'd slipped into a lane going head-on into oncoming traffic...
Directly into Isis Zesiro.
"Oomf!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 12:54 am
Augh. Simply accepting that something had happened to her karma to shoot her life to hell the smaller Ravenclaw let herself flow with the impact, gently sliding her arms around the other persons waist as they jostled her backwards into the crowd of people behind her. It would have been a spectacular display of quills, ink, and parchment splattered all along the hall had there been room for her to fall. Instead there was a squelch as she landed back against a press of people, continuing to be pressed back abit as the person who had turned in the wrong area of the cooridor kept walking a few more feet until the hardwires clicked between the impact, the person's brain, and their feet.
Whats worse Isis' head was turned to the side, able to see just a the tiniest strings of pink gumwad connecting from very familiar brown hair, dissapearing past her own head and presumably into the fingers now holding onto her head to support it as the figure in gryffindor robes came to a stop.
Correction: now her life was hell.
"Nyx..." A low, quiet, exhaused growl. Just loud enough for the girl to hear as Isis went limp in her arms, now entirely defeated.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:09 am
Yes, of course she quickly grabbed for whoever she'd managed to ungracefully smashed into. One arm snaked around their waist, and another behind their head for protection against the hard floor one could suspect coming. This was Nyx though, and even when the people behind them fell she still managed to hold her victim and herself up in a romantic pose probably more accustomed to a tango or love movie.
It was the frustrated, defeated growl in her ear that made her heart both sink and speed up.
"Aw, man!" With a soft grunt, Nyx hauled Isis clear off the floor and off to the side of the corridor. She tried not to jostle them too much, knowing with horrific clench in her chest that she'd just accidentally got GUM into that long, beautiful, black hair.
"I'm so sorry Isis!" She almost sobbed in pitiful regret. "I was roundin' theh corn'r when some jerkoff threw gum'n my 'air! Now... Damnit, it's in yer hair too! I'm so sorreh!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:17 am
Isis let out a slow breath as Nyx babbled on, looking around as best she could for a semi-private area away from the flood of students like Japan in pedestrian rush hour. "Its alright Nyx...it doesnt matter anymore." Attempting to pull away slowly so as not to get the gum on her clothes (knowing the slytherins the gum was more then likely bewitched to stick and cling worse then the usual clump of gum, making their hair a lost cause) Isis stepped back slowly, trying to take stock of the situation.
"Nyx," Isis said in her gentlest but most buisneslike tone as her hand reached out to squeeze the taller girl's shoulder soothingly. "I need for you to turn around slowly, so I can see if this is just gum or if we'll have to do this the hard way. Try to not get any of the strands on our robes, okay?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:27 am
Nyx bit her lip harshly, kind of wishing to herself that she could simply take the chunk out and slowly starting eating herself whole until there was nothing left but chattering teeth. But no, she had to accept the embarrassment and do her best to fix it. Damn... Things just weren't easy anymore, where they?
The tall brunette didn't even bother with nodding, just simply turned around and slouched down best she could so Isis could get a close look. Slytherins... This was probably joke gum that ended up getting stuck in one's hair like a freaking plague spider-web combo.
"G'damnit... T'day wasn't going almost s'bad as I though' it woul', 'n then this happens. I'm... 'm sorry, so much..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:53 am
A resigned breath made its way slowly out from between the Ravenclaw's lips, sliding her hand down to slip in against Nyx's palm softly. The feel of that calloused skin beneath her tentative fingertips caused her breath to hitch slightly, closing the large hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "My day hasnt been going very well either." She admitted gently. "It seems like somehow seeing you cowed by a few lowlife slytherins and taken away by me has given them enough courage to pull pranks all over the school. I just wish I knew who they were so I could turn them in and end this madness."
Releasing Nyx's hand Isis gave another tiny sigh, this one with a touch of sadness as she slid her hand behind her, taking the long mane of hair into her hand sadly. "It took me years to grow it out this long, and I've kept it this way ever since I was a girl." Isis looked at Nyx with a soft and nearly shy smile, a simple turning of the corners of her lips, as though sharing something secret and personal. "Then again...I think I'm beginning to finally understand what the world's been trying to tell me."
Golden eyes met watery green, solid and for the first time in several days, very sure. "Hold this for me?" Placing the silky strands of black hair into Nyx's palm Isis turned away, taking a step before pulling out her wand and muttering a single spell.
Diffindo
Instantly the hair began to drop away, as though an invisible set of shears suddenly sliced through the strands just above the gum wad, sending a cascade of silk to the ground, the rest held in Nyx's palm. The way Isis held her wand to made the angle of the neccessary cut meant it had been a botched job, but it was nothing a mirror and a few trims couldnt fix.
Rather then her hair being just slightly below her waist, it was now cropped close to the base of her skull. Slowly turning around Isis gave another sigh, this time lighter and slightly more carefree, facing Nyx with a lopsided smile. "So, how do I look?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 2:09 am
Green fingers gently wrapped around the silken digits that dare teased her palm. She wanted to hold on tight, to wrap this body up like her fingers encased the hand. It felt heavenly to have that slight contact. It felt right.
The tall rogue felt unexpectedly defeated by Isis' words, connecting herself as part of Isis' troubles that day. Silken threads tickled her palm, a clever switch from hand to hair. Nyx stared at them silently, wondering why it was she was responsible for holding them until she felt the strands go slack, and fall limp.
Her heart clenched, watching the beautiful locks death with tears forming in her eyes. Isis' hair! What had she done?! There had to have been a way to fix all that! Nyx looked up, ready to drop to her knees and beg forgiveness...
It was... Sophisticated. It was regardably beautiful. Nyx stood dumbly, feeling her cheeks heat up and her ears redden with the vision of this beautiful creature that graced before her. It was... Really damn sexy.
"Um... Wow." She stuttered, her cheeks darkening. Not that Isis didn't look good before, but this new look was equivalent and different and stunning all the same. "Wow..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 11:35 am
Cute. Isis let out a soft laugh, eyes twinkling as she watched the changes in Nyx's countenance. She had been worried the hair hadn't cut properly, that she would look too different or too botched of a job and live the next several months in a strain of bad days until it grew out a little more again.
Isis stood for a bit longer, trying to feel out her new hair. She felt at least a few pounds lighter then before with all that hair gone. It was mesmerizing to see the long 2-3 foot strands of silken hair still covered in gum patches held in Nyx's hand, rather then brushing against her arms and back. About to tilt her head the way she used to she paused, feeling a rippling sensation she had never felt before. Laughing softly to herself she tilted her head back and forth, revelling in the new feeling with a shy blush forming on her cheeks.
She didnt have a mirror handy, but really, she didnt need one. Nyx's expressions were priceless, and all she needed to see to know most of the work had been a good job.
Straightening herself out once more Isis's golden eyes remained gazing at Nyx's face, stomach fluttering that she could make this girl blush so easily and so deep. Still, the job was only half-done. "We should probably move to the bathrooms to finish this, you might need a haircut too."
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