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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ Sıиgłe ✖ Looking Modest in the Storage Room with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Calm xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This shouldn't be overly difficult... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
Aиđ ωe'łł иeνeя вe яøчαłš ( я ø ч α ł š ) ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxxxxx
Iт đ ø и ' т я υ и ıи øυя в ł ø ø đ ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxx
Tħαт κ ı и đ ø f ł υ χ e נυšт αıи'т f ø я υ š ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxx
We ¢яανe α đ ı f f e я e и т κıиđ øf в υ z z ◊ ◊ ◊xxx
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spaceLori had found the room easily enough, and had no trouble getting inside. You'd think the school would be more concerned about security... Then again, considering what it was full of, broken odds and ends and the like, she supposed there wasn't much worth protecting down here. Well, that suited her just fine. It was highly unlikely that anyone would find her and Tristan down here, which was exactly what she was aiming for. Sitting down on the floor, she took a few things out of her bag, mostly papers with scribbled bits of a plan on them. Sometimes she wondered if she overthought these little excursions, but then, it never hurt. This particular one she was determined to get right, because if their attempt was successful, there was a chance it could be repeated, which was exactly what she had in mind. It wasn't as though she could read every book in the restricted section in one night, after all.
spaceThe Slytherin glanced at the door, curious as to how long it would take her housemate to show. He had proven to be rather reliable, which had honestly surprised her somewhat. She didn't think poorly of him, not at all, but she'd not really thought he'd be so loyal. Was that the word? She supposed it fit better than anything else. Whatever the case, loyalty was a trait she greatly prized in her companions, and so by proving himself thus, Tristan had greatly endeared himself to her. Not that he would ever know it, she didn't make a habit of broadcasting that around. But she trusted him, which was not something she could say about a good many people. It helped that he was a remarkably honest person, which had thrown her for a loop when she'd realized. She'd worried about it somewhat, given his job as her standing look out, but thus far they hadn't had any problems. She hoped the trend continued... She very much wanted to look through some of those books.
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xxx◊ ◊ ◊ Leт мe вe чøυя яυłeя ( я υ ł e я )
xxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Yøυ ¢αи ¢αłł мe Q υ e e и B e e
xxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Aиđ I'łł яυłe ( I ' ł ł я υ ł e I'łł яυłe I ' ł ł я υ ł e )
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:04 pm
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Tristan rushed through the spiraling descent into the dungeons; the air was thick and moist and the chill penetrated the thin fabric of his summer robes, gray jumper, and white button down, until it seeped into flesh and drilled deep into the bone. His heavy footsteps were muffled as he attempted to run on the tips of his feet, so as not to slam the balls of his heel down and announce his echoing presence to every pair of ears down in the bloody dungeons. He only barely made it unscathed passed the Slytherin prefects, luckily, they seemed a bit more interested in each other than the fact he missed the turn for the Slytherin corridor and continued down the path to the latest rendezvous—each one was different, after all—Hogwarts has too many eyes and ears to ever stay in one place for too long. ”Sorry for being late.” (It was only four minutes past.) But Tristan huffed the words out all the same as he rounded the corner of the doorway, but not before he cast a suspicious glance down each end of the corridor and shut the door behind him. The boy had never considered himself a punctual person, but if anyone's willing to spend their free time with him then he owes it to them to not waste their time. (It does help that his internal clock is rather impeccable too.)
”Any progress so far?” Though his voice was hopeful, he had his doubts. Tristan and Lorelei were just second years, after all. It didn't hurt to try and plan, but really, they'd be better off trying to find the bloody Chamber of Secrets than pilfer the Restricted Section. It certainly helped that Lori's older brother provided just enough clues for her to sleuth through (because Merlin knows he never could) and it'd been surprisingly easy to discover most of the passages; like the one beneath the one-eyed witch statue or the one by the statue of Gregory the Smarmy. As Tristan passed through the room, he dropped his satchel on the floor and crossed his legs beneath him to take a seat beside her, hardly glazing over the scattered bits of parchment and absorbed instead by the strip of beef jerky he rummaged from his belongings and was currently nibbling on.
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【LOCATION:: Dungeon Storage Room】 【COMPANY:: Lorelei】 【ATTIRE:: house robes】 【STATS:: Slytherin, 5'2", 115lbs】
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:42 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ Sıиgłe ✖ Looking Modest in the Storage Room with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Calm xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This shouldn't be overly difficult... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
Aиđ ωe'łł иeνeя вe яøчαłš ( я ø ч α ł š ) ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxxxxx
Iт đ ø и ' т я υ и ıи øυя в ł ø ø đ ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxx
Tħαт κ ı и đ ø f ł υ χ e נυšт αıи'т f ø я υ š ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxx
We ¢яανe α đ ı f f e я e и т κıиđ øf в υ z z ◊ ◊ ◊xxx
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spaceLori didn't so much as twitch when Tristan entered the room; they'd chosen it specifically because the odds of anyone else bothering to use it for anything were astronomically low. She highly doubted if it could have been anyone but her housemate who'd entered. At his apology, she smiled faintly, eyes not leaving the papers she'd spread out on the floor. She'd been organizing them, attempting to collect her thoughts. Already, there was a small stack of crumpled sheets she'd deemed unnecessary. "Don't worry about it. As always, you're almost perfectly punctual," she replied, finally looking up to offer him a grin. 'Almost perfectly punctual' actually described him quite well, she thought. Never exactly on time, but close enough. Of course, her biological father would've had a field day if he'd been so much as four seconds late, but then, that was one of many areas in which they were of differing opinions. So long as the boy showed within a reasonable amount of time from the one set, she was happy to see him.
spaceA quiet, "Mm," was the only answer she gave him for a long moment, eyes falling back to the papers. She shuffled them around a bit, and then retrieved another from her pack, this one a calendar. "I'm mostly trying to figure out a good time to do it," she told him, frowning slightly. "Exams being what they are, obviously we want to be careful. You never know when some upperclassman is going to try and sneak up for last minute studying. Or if they've fallen asleep at a table," she said lightly. "I think that, if we are intending to do this now, and not put it off, we should try for some time in the next couple of weeks. Of course, we'll have to take into consideration your availability... I do believe the full moon is coming up, after all." She paused then, glancing at her calendar for a moment before pulling out her Astronomy homework. One of them, and she wasn't sure which, was wrong, off by three days for when the moon would be full. Hmph. She'd have to double check her homework. Though, this wouldn't be the first time her calendar had been less than reliable. They did print these things rather far in advance, after all, mistakes could be made. But it was rather inconvenient, all things considered. Then again, it wasn't as though Tristan wouldn't be aware of what the correct date would be; he had a vested interest in keeping track of the moon's phases, she'd imagine.
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xxx◊ ◊ ◊ Leт мe вe чøυя яυłeя ( я υ ł e я )
xxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Yøυ ¢αи ¢αłł мe Q υ e e и B e e
xxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Aиđ I'łł яυłe ( I ' ł ł я υ ł e I'łł яυłe I ' ł ł я υ ł e )
xxxxxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Leт мe ł ı ν e тħαт f α и т α š ч
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:49 pm
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With an ear trained on the doorway, the rest of his attention had wandered about the deserted storage room. Splintered broomsticks had gathered dust in the corner; who knew how many years they've been forgotten there, and with the twitch of his nose resisting a tickling sneeze, he could only guess it's been a while. Tristan entertained himself easily enough, content with the ramblings of his own thoughts as he chewed on the dried, stringy meat and eyed the broken oddities stacked on a leaning cupboard missing one of the knobs to its glass door cabinet. He was used to this by now; the waiting. It was better if he didn't distract her, he had found, even if he couldn't help himself most of the time. ”Ne'er as punctual as you, though,” he sung between the chewing of his jerky, waving the strip of meat in the air for emphasis only to rip into and tear off a shred.
The contemplative hum had garnered a curious glance from the young boy, craning his neck now to align his vision with the bits of parchment and discarded his interest once he realized it was only a calendar. ”Upperclassmen are all twats too, best avoid them.” He agreed while leaning backwards, then tilted his head back to count the stones on the ceiling with a fresh new strip of jerky hanging from the corner of his lips as he chewed. ”Yeah I—aughkk!“ Tristan choked. The jerky slipped and lodged down his throat and he doubled forward, coughing into a panic and struggled for breath while chunks of jerky and spit sprayed rampant across their notes. ”Wh-What? No, I-I... Yo-You're insane...” Tristan was chewing the inside of his cheek again, he always does it when he's lying. ”What the hell...?” He whispered so desperate; he'd been so careful! He should have known better than to get too close, than to get—”How..?” So many questions gambled on the tip of his tongue. It was too late to deny it now, and really, would he even want too? But dammit, all he could think to say was 'you're wrong!' But she's not...She's not... ”No,” Tristan laughed shortly and rose to his feet; balled fists hanging at his side as he recoiled away. ”No... No, you're not supposed to...” he kept an even tone while his heart screamed to fight. ”......How long?” Fear bubbled and simmered into denial, rising to the pressure of anger until paranoia devoured him whole. If she knows, who else does? ”How long have you known!?” His voice cracked in his hushed tone, trying not to scream but Merlin, did he want to scream. All his life, it'd been drilled into him that he'd never be accepted, that he'd always have to live on the run, that no one could ever know the truth. And when he next spoke it was only half a moment later and infinitely softer. ”...Why aren't you...” he gesticulated something wild with his fingers, something his own words could never say aloud.
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【LOCATION:: Dungeon Storage Room】 【COMPANY:: Lorelei】 【ATTIRE:: house robes】 【STATS:: Slytherin, 5'2", 115lbs】
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 11:57 am
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ Sıиgłe ✖ Looking Modest in the Storage Room with Tristan xxxғeelιngxxx Ashamed xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ Way to go, genius. ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
Aиđ ωe'łł иeνeя вe яøчαłš ( я ø ч α ł š ) ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxxxxx
Iт đ ø и ' т я υ и ıи øυя в ł ø ø đ ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxx
Tħαт κ ı и đ ø f ł υ χ e נυšт αıи'т f ø я υ š ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxx
We ¢яανe α đ ı f f e я e и т κıиđ øf в υ z z ◊ ◊ ◊xxx
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spaceLori smiled faintly at Tristan's comment on her own punctuality, shrugging at him. "I didn't have much choice in the matter," she told her housemate wryly. "I grew up in a household where 'if you're early you're on time, and if you're on time you're late.' I tend to arrive at least ten minutes early to everything, and if I cut it closer than that, I get anxious. It's not particularly fun." She understood the practicality of attempting to arrive early to appointments, but she could have done without the neurosis that resulted from any failure to do so. 'Anxious' was a bit of an understatement; being late was one of the only things that really set her on edge. Even when she knew that it didn't actually matter.
spaceShe didn't respond to his comment on upperclassmen being 'twats', thinking that was a generalization she didn't much care for, but not really knowing any upperclassmen well enough to refute his claim. She didn't know much of anyone, really, other than the students in her year and house. She hardly even knew their other classmates, despite being in lessons with them for the past two years. She thought it was probably safe to assume that at least a few upperclassmen were relatively nice. But, it seemed pointless to say so, since his statement only supported her assertion that they should avoid them at all costs while attempting the trip to the restricted section.
spaceWhen he began sputtering at her, she blinked oddly, looking up at him. It took the Slytherin a long moment to realize why he was so upset, and she felt a small stab of guilt. She hadn't been thinking when she'd spoken, hadn't recalled that, while she'd known about his status as a werewolf for a little over a month now, she hadn't ever informed him of that fact. To be honest, Lori hadn't really known how to go about doing so; it seemed like there was no right way to tell your companion that you knew a secret they clearly didn't want spread around. She flushed slightly, wanting to slap herself for her moment of idiocy. "Apologies, I didn't mean... I forgot. That I hadn't talked to you about it. I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry." She frowned, looking down at her papers, unable to meet his eyes. "I've known a little over a month. It wasn't hard to figure out... I didn't mean to. But we do spend rather a lot of time together. And I have a tendency to solve puzzles without realizing I'm doing so, until the pieces are together." She looked sheepish, feeling bad. It wasn't as though she'd outed him to anyone. But, she'd done enough reading to know that being a werewolf tended to make things difficult on people, and she didn't blame him for not wanting anyone to know. "It doesn't really matter, if that's what you're worried about. I don't care. But... if you're uncomfortable, I understand if you wish to discontinue our arrangement. I won't tell anyone. It's not my secret to share, and I abhor gossip," she told him, finally looking back up to attempt to gauge his reaction. She realized, with no small amount of regret, that she might have succeeded in alienating herself from Tristan, which was something she absolutely had not wanted to do. He'd proven to be a very good friend over the last year, though she'd hesitate to refer to him as such out loud. For precisely this reason; she highly doubted if he considered them friends, especially now. She'd invaded his privacy, discovered something she shouldn't have. She doubted very much if he'd care to associate with her anymore. The Slytherin was somewhat annoyed at herself to realize she'd miss hanging out with him more than she'd miss having him as a lookout.
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xxx◊ ◊ ◊ Leт мe вe чøυя яυłeя ( я υ ł e я )
xxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Yøυ ¢αи ¢αłł мe Q υ e e и B e e
xxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Aиđ I'łł яυłe ( I ' ł ł я υ ł e I'łł яυłe I ' ł ł я υ ł e )
xxxxxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ Leт мe ł ı ν e тħαт f α и т α š ч
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 11:17 pm
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Slow, haggard breaths struggled to keep an even pace as if his nostrils hadn't been flaring, as if his lips hadn't been pulled back tight into a snarl—and all he could he smell was fear. As Tristan wrung his hands together the cool sweat made his fingers slick, so he twisted tighter. Anxiety and paranoia crept into his mind with the footsteps of an old friend and greeted him dearly, but the werewolf wasn't so keen to let them back in his life just yet. And then, there it was, another apology! As if that would ever change a thing. He wanted to turn tail and run, he didn't want to hear the half arsed apologies cleverly disguised behind passive aggressive accusations. ”You—!” Puffing up his chest with a sharp breath, he just wanted to scream. But he didn't, he held his breath and dropped his gaze. How could she have known for a month? An entire month! And never mentioned it! And he had never noticed! How could he not have noticed? A low breath whistled free from his puckered lips like a deflated balloon, then his shoulders slumped too. ”What do you mean you don't care?” He couldn't stress this enough; tolerance was as foreign a concept as the female mind, and now the two are combined. ”And how could you not tell me for an entire month? It's my secret to keep, not yours,” he said, brows crossed and wrinkled. Never mind that he'd been keeping this secret for years, but it was his future—his life—at stake, not hers. Reeling backwards, Tristan's shoe caught in a crack on the stony floors and he skittered back until he fell on his bum and then for one harsh second, he almost wanted to cry.
This was another friend he would have to give up, another home he'd have to run from, another time to start fresh. He was so tired of running, tired of waking up on the dewy grass of the forest floor, tired of wretching up the meat of the fresh kill from the night prior, and tired of cleaning the mud and dirt from his bruised, raw skin and from underneath his fingernails. He was just so tired. And now he was flat on his arse staring pitifully at Lore, wanting so desperately to believe her but so conditioned against it. ”I don't want to get kicked out of school,” he said after a long pause, the crack in his voice could've been a choked sob or a mark of puberty; he wasn't sure which. And he knew, rationally, the headmaster wouldn't expel him now, at least not unless someone got hurt... But even with all the precautions, what if it happened? What if he hurt someone? Like Lori? Or Sybil? Or Savannah? Then what?
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【LOCATION:: Dungeon Storage Room】 【COMPANY:: Lorelei】 【ATTIRE:: house robes】 【STATS:: Slytherin, 5'2", 115lbs】
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