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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 5:54:35 GMT -5
((Ill post some profiles for Jess and Terry on the profile board, but Im not going to the dance with them.))
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Post by Tracy on Jul 13, 2003 5:59:36 GMT -5
Kenvera picked up an order form. Long and black, she thought to herself. She knew most other students would go for something less... dark, but black suited her complexion, and nature.
Black by name, black by nature, she thought to herself. Stuffing the form in her bag, she went outside to the edge of the lake, where all the students were chatting about the ball. Kenvera spotted a cute Ravenclaw, and proceeded to flirt with him.
"Stop chatting up my boyfriend, you dirtbag!" a girl screamed. Kenvera glared at her.
"I'd watch your guys more carefully," Kenvera said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You don't know what they might be up to." Kenvera winked at the Ravenclaw boy and walked away, much to his girlfriend's annoyance.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 9:43:46 GMT -5
Brandon was once again in his I-am-so-flaw-full I'll-never-get-a-date trance on the way to Jordan. He took a turn and went through a door, still musing. He was so completely out of it we walked right into the wall.
"OOF!"
Brandon hit the ground, moaning.
"Oooo, back to see me again, are we?"
Brandon moaned louder. Not again...he opened one eye. Yup, it was Myrtle.
"Cant you find you're way around?"
"Ugh..."
Suddenly he heard it again. The noise. He stood up, and saw the wall with the crack. He decided to peer in again... maybe last time he had just THOUGHT he had seen it...
Nope, it was there again.
Shae was really trying to become an Animagus.
And then she saw him.
Brandon turned high heel, and making quite a bit of uneccesary noise, dashed out the bathroom past two 1st year Gryffindor girls, and on to the Hufflepuff common room to find Jordan.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 9:49:13 GMT -5
Jordan was just coming out of the common room when Brandon came runnoing up to him. "Hey! Im so glad laat lesson is over.. Is there something you need?"
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 9:50:51 GMT -5
Brandon caught his breath, trying to look like nothing had happened.
"Yes, I, er..."
He concentrated on the dance, and, stumbling on his words, began.
"I was, well, wondering... you know how you offered to, like, help with my hair or something if I needed it? Well... I was wondering... could you help me get a date? I mean, you're really popular, so you have great style... and I'm fat and none of the girls like me... and... could you help?" he asked pleadingly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 9:54:38 GMT -5
Jordan, a little shocked by the request, and the ammount of put downs someone could fit into on sentacne stood speachless, but as he look into Brandons eyes, he regained his composure, hitching the grin back on his face. "Sure! Have you picked out yur robes yet or do you want help with that too... Oh, and your not fat!"
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 10:01:40 GMT -5
Jordan, a little shocked by the request, and the ammount of put downs someone could fit into on sentacne stood speachless, but as he look into Brandons eyes, he regained his composure, hitching the grin back on his face. "Sure! Have you picked out yur robes yet or do you want help with that too... Oh, and your not fat!" OOC: Amount of put down's? That's nothin'! For sake of space, hair, personality, attitude, popularity percentage and weight statistics were left out  Bow down to the pessimist king. IC: Brandon was instantly relieved. He had found help. Much needed help. "Yes, my robes are already picked; you saw me in the Owlery, remembered?" he winced as he remebered Gwen... and the bone. And he grew angry with himself, thinking that if Jordan helped his robes would be better. "No, just like style, something to sya, and particularly this horrific untamed jungle-" he pointed at his hair "- and I know I'm fat; dont deny it. So, can you first help me with this hair? I have a nice style, but it only lasts a few minutes..." |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 10:12:25 GMT -5
"Sure, I know some hair styling charms, how do you think in tame thing mas everyday?" he grinned again, pointinf to his own hair. "Watch... caesaries incantato canerow!"
The affect was instantainious. As he moved the tip of his wand, now glowing white over each plait, it burts out into a small jungle of hair, dancing in the magical light, before diving down and twisting itself into a perfect plait. He did this to each strand before putting his wand back in his pocket and turning to Brandon.
"So, how do you want thins done?"
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 10:20:41 GMT -5
After gawking for a few seconds, he replied: "Well, if I get water on my hair and do it just right, it comes out really nice... you know a spell that could make it stay in place, or a freezing spell or something? Gimme a sec, lemme just show you..." He muttered, and water cmae out his wand and dumped on his head, however it kept off his face and robes. He put his hands through his hair, over and over. It looked pretty much the same every time he did it; unless you plan on counting how one curl wasnt here or something. The end result was a lot of curls going backwards, resembling raptor claws, on top of his head and down on his neck, the sides flattened completely. "This is more or less it; but in five minutes it will have dried. You know how to keep it like this?" OOC: In real life I actually do this... pity is, it dires to fast, and gel flakes off and looks like a dandruff snow storm.  I... hate... curly... HAIR! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 10:29:05 GMT -5
((I LOVE my curls!))
Jordan surveyed the wet head of hair. "Hmm, this is pretty cool! How about if I do this?" he said lifting his wand to Brandons head. He smoothed the drying hair out in his hands, the coiled it around his wand then muttered a few words. A gust of hot air ruffled, Brandons hair before it turned cold, putting a small white streak into the end of each spike. Jordan let it fall back around his neck, curling at the back, like hunderds of tiny claws sticking up on his head. "There," he muttered.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 11:12:17 GMT -5
((I LOVE my curls!)) Jordan surveyed the wet head of hair. "Hmm, this is pretty cool! How about if I do this?" he said lifting his wand to Brandons head. He smoothed the drying hair out in his hands, the coiled it around his wand then muttered a few words. A gust of hot air ruffled, Brandons hair before it turned cold, putting a small white streak into the end of each spike. Jordan let it fall back around his neck, curling at the back, like hunderds of tiny claws sticking up on his head. "There," he muttered. ((Ok, cool, but dont forget; I leave tomorrow for 14 days, so can we do the ball today? "Thanks," Brandon said, feeling his now stiff hair. "But for the more important matter... what about a date? Any tips on how to get one?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 11:15:57 GMT -5
"Depends... who do you have in mind? I suppose I know a few people, I could help you find one, though I did assume you were taking Gwen..."
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 11:18:23 GMT -5
"Depends... who do you have in mind? I suppose I know a few people, I could help you find one, though I did assume you were taking Gwen..." GWEN?!? Brandon thoguht uproariously. He thought I was taking GWEN? But Gwen wants HIM... oh boy, this will be hard... real hard... "Um, no one in particular." he said. "Just someone in 3rd or 4th year, I guess... the only girls I know in that range are Gwen and Shae, but I dont wanna take Gwen." |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 11:22:37 GMT -5
"Nah, I wouldnt really want to take anyone younger than 3rd year either." Jordan said, walking out into the grounds and looking around. "How do you like Sissy McNorman... or Naomi Robins, yeah shes nice, come on!" Jordan, finished striding over to a group of 3rd years, all looking up hopefully as he and a Hesitant Brandon sat down agains the tree with them.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 13, 2003 11:26:54 GMT -5
Brandon hesitantly thought it over. Sissy was in Gryffindor; he didnt like her to much. He knew Naomi pretty well; she was in Ravenclaw. However he didnt have the guts to ask a rock to the dance at the moment.
"Um... I really dont know he muttered, walking away. He thought he'd like to either ask Shae or Naomi to the dance; he didnt really know why he wanted to ask Shae to the dance, she was older than him; Probably just to find out what the deal is with her being an Animagus, he mused. He settled on Naomi, but still wasnt really ready to ask anyone.
"Well...I er, well, uh, well, Jordan, I guess..."
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Bow down to the pessimist king.
I... hate... curly... HAIR!