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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 6, 2010 17:33:35 GMT -5
 [img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 495 (hopefully the under 450 doesn't apply here)
notes; anyone want some candy?
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- It was Halloween! Who didn't love it? You get to see everyone's costumes and get candy for free! Dani was more then thrilled. It had taken her about an hour just to her herself ready. She was going as Alice from Alice in Wonderland. Granted that Alice had blond hair and Dani had a bright orange, but she could have been the cartoons look-a-like.
When she arrived at the town's center, the student was in awe. It was totally changed from when it wasn't a holiday. Pumpkin heads were everywhere, skeletons were greeter for every shop and all the first years were running around in little costumes going around to every person in hopes of getting some candy. Dani started to walk around, her interests this year were off of candy, but part of her still wanted to sugar. She could remember well her first year at a Halloween like this. She had gotten bucket loads of candy, most of they tricks because they came from the joke shop owners. Those ones, she made sure she gave to her friends.
The Ravenclaw student found herself heading toward the joke store. She had made up her mind that she was going to be giving all the underclassmen some tricks. It was going to be enjoyable to watch and see the reactions the next morning. Dani would even see if she could get some of the other upperclassman to take one as well. She was up by the door and smiled at the skeleton and noticed a bowl of seemingly harmless candy. From her inspection they were the new candies that changed you the color of candy. Taking a handful, Dani placed them in the tea cup she was gracefully holding. What else was she going to use it for?
After the small cup was full, Dani moved away from the shop and started to wander around the streets. She was trying to find an acceptable place to sit. Once she was closer to the people playing music, and a rather scary melody at that, Dani spotted an empty bench. She walked over to it and sat down. It was long before some of the younger students passed by. Dani straightened her sitting and put on a pleasurable expression. "Want some candy?" Without a thought they students took a piece each and ran off giggling. Dani's smile turned sour some. After a while of just sitting there, she was getting uncomfortable. So, in an attempt to correct it, she shifted on the bench so that she was now sitting with her legs stretched straight in front of her and her back against on of the arm rests.
As people and kids kept passing she would ask with a sweet and smooth tone, "Do you want some candy?" The seventh year didn't care if she looked out of place, just sitting there dressed as Alice holding a cup of candy. Halloween was meant to be a weird night.
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 7, 2010 17:35:14 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
Hallowe’en was a licence to do all those things that were usually looked down upon as too immature or mean or just downright silly. And Quinn loved it. He couldn’t get enough of all the gimmicks – the dressing up, the trick or treating, the decorations, the scary stories... he was just a big kid at heart, even as apathetic and aloof as he might have acted for the majority of his time around the school – on Hallowe’en he held little back.
Of course, he still had a reputation to maintain; it had to be him that pulled off the biggest prank, he who had the scariest costume, he who most of the riots could be attributed to. But this year his ideas were running low – his costume was nothing too inspired, some run of the mill zombie make-up, an exposed ribcage enchanted beneath a very torn shirt, ragged trousers and muddied boots, topped off with some very mussed up hair and all covered in copious amounts of fake blood. For pranks too he had been scraping the bottom of the barrel, even resorting to mock kidnappings and the tying of some of the younger students up against trees with ropes that acted like snakes. Nothing original. And in line with this lack of originality and flair, his motivation had quickly gone downhill; so he sat down on the edge of one of the pavements of the cobbled main square, chin rested upon hand propped upon knee, his eyes vacantly staring across the open space at nothing in particular. He exhaled a noisy breath, his eyes barely flickering up as someone passed him by with a giggle at him – perhaps his costume was amusingly bad or it was one of the younger Slytherin students who had taken to putting him on a pedestal, he couldn’t have told, their presence only dully registering on his conscious before they passed on by.
“Want some candy?”
As much as he wracked his brains, he couldn’t think of something that would be big enough to make sure his name was remembered for it: what was the point in a prank if no one was talking about it for the next week, month, the next time the holiday came around? He was intent that he wouldn’t settle for the small stuff. He wished he knew where the rest of the older Slytherin’s were – he was sure he could rope some of them into helping think of some epic idea that he could formulate into a master plan. He grumbled quietly to himself, rubbing his hands through his hair with the only effect being that it became more mussed, rather than spurring his brain into motion.
“ Do you want some candy? ”
The voice stirred him from his internal dilemma, his steely eyes flicking upwards and pinpointing the source. Dani Monroe. He had a good memory for both names and faces, so even though she was the year above him and in a different house he knew who she was – it was a helpful skill to have when thinking of alibis or threats. But this one he had actually had a few encounters with before, mostly of the drive-by-banter type but interactions none-the-less. She was alright really (although those words would never issue from his mouth, Quinn needing to maintain the solitary mysterio who associated only for some kind of profit as part of his day to day persona), even for a Ravenclaw; witty enough to pique his interests but not so clever as to be above a good silly debate. Perhaps she would even be inspiring. So he shoved himself to his feet and casually sauntered over, regarding her the entire time as she sought to trick – her ruse would not work with him – so many.
“A little ironic no? So innocent a costume on you? Though suitably, ahem, altered to fit you I see...”
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: six-five-oh.
NOTES:: hope that having them have met before briefly was okay.
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 7, 2010 20:44:36 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 602
notes; them meeting before? sure perfectly fine with me.
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- There was still a good amount of candies left in her tea cup. She wanted to rid of as many as she could, but not many kids were coming to take a piece from her. They could possibly be telling the other students about her plot. Dani was going to need to try a more persuasive technique. She curved her expression to look desperate.
Sighing, she allowed her honey sweet eyes fall to her cup. She herself was tempted to take a piece and eat it, she licked her lips at the thought of sugar. Only was she brought out of it by a second year who was standing by her bench. Flicking her gaze up, Dani smiled and held out the candy filled cup. The underclassman girl took a blue one with a smile and gently unwrapped it. The seventh year tried to hide her smirk, but she was failing at a great rate. It didn't matter the second year had already plopped the deep blue candy into her mouth. The effect of the lolly didn't take long and Dani could see her starting to turn blue at the nose. The younger girl hadn't noticed till it had spread to her hands. A scream, a squeal, a frustrated glare and the second year was running off. The Ravenclaw's smirk grew, she closed her eyes and she began to laugh. It wasn't loud laughter, though, quiet and to herself was all it was.
She was brought out of it by a slightly familiar voice. Her eyes flew open and landed on the one and only, Quinn Grey. Most, if not all, of the student had heard of him. Dani wasn't going to lie he had a rep, not for killing people or anything, but you never know with a Slytherian. Anyways, she had experienced his remarks first hand when ever they would pass in the halls or when he happened to be put in a quidditch game against her team. Never-the-less, she knew who he was. His comment wasn't all as bad as she had thought it would have been. But it was eye rolling worthy, and that is just what she did. "Glad you like it." The seventh year scanned his poor costume over and stifled a snicker. A zombie, so boy-ish. "Sorry if I burst your pride bubble but, yours isn't as spectacular." Dani shook her head, sending locks of her fiery hair to cascade over her face.
There was a silence and the next thing she found herself doing was tilting her tea cup of candy toward the lad. Well, if she going to ask him, and she knew it was a risk, Dani was going to play her part well. "Want to try a lolly? They are really sugary." She made sure her voice was as smooth as cream and innocent as a new born child. Pushing the cup to him more, adding a hopeful weak smile and making her hazel eyes wider would help some too. In summary, she looked like a sweet little begging puppy. Dani admitted that she probably would have tempted herself into taking one with an act as good as this. That was the thing, this Ravenclaw was a skilled actress but it was a trait that she didn't share with her friends.
If Dani could get Grey to take a piece of her trickery then that would have to go down into history. He was a hard one to trick and usually did most of the tricking. All that had to happen now was wait and see if her impressive performance worked.
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 9, 2010 20:17:18 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
“I probably don’t like it as much as those guys over there,” he pointed to some Third years (or so, all the younger years tended to blend together to the Slytherin, he wasn’t particularly interested in who they were – just that they knew who he was) who was standing on the opposite side of the narrow road from the bench which Dani occupied; not so subtly placed in hopes that they might get a pleasant view should the Seventh year move in the wrong (or right, from their perspective) way.
“I don’t need to look scary to be scary.” he replied with a little devil may care in his attitude, a smirk playing about the edges of his mouth as he regarded the Ravenclaw with casual scorn and folded his arms across his chest (the magically “fractured” radius protruding from his forearm at unnatural angle). “So we complement each other nicely. That’s actually why I came over,” his voice harboured a softer edge to it, something that bordered on compassion or caring (although the saccharin tones were clearly in mock of such emotions, if his posture hadn’t already given that away). Just to make his point hit home, and condescend to the older student he added, “You don’t need to be scary to look scary. Could at least have made a bit of effort to look sweet and innocent.” Okay, even Quinn had to admit, that had been a rather poor insult to throw, something so immature was usually below his realms of wit and snideties. He chided himself inwardly, not allowing any of that doubt to the surface – something he was well practiced in – and reminded himself that confidence in one’s own abilities was half the battle to being seen as witty and in control of any situation.
He cocked an eyebrow at her offer, regarding the cup’s contents suspiciously for a moment, or perhaps just deciding on which colour took his fancy most. Obliging her he plucked a single sweet from the tea cup, “I’ll indulge you.” he cooed back, mimicking her falsely pleasant tonality in his own. Besides, he found that he had to indulge her, the act that she had thrown on had made it very difficult for him to say no to her, his hand having almost reached out on instinct more than nervous control. He did not eat the sweet however, he had stopped himself and was much more savvy than that – people weren’t so genuinely nice to others on so little relationship – especially one which foundations were not too stable already; especially on Hallowe’en, which was just an excuse to pull some pranks; and especially when he’d seen a few multi-coloured children rush past him away from the near empty square, heading for somewhere to hide themselves away until they recovered. But he would let her think that he was at least thinking about eating it, and he was actually, wondering if there was some way to turn her trick into one of his own and exact some revenge upon her.
He dropped the sweet into a pocket indifferently and fiddled with a tear of skin on his neck. “So what brings you out? I thought all the good little Ravies spent their nights inside the library with their homework for company?”
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: five-four-nine.
NOTES:: bleh, no sleep and late nights make vince a crap writer.
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
MUSIC:: lizard - d'espairsray.
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 9, 2010 22:14:28 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 570
notes; I thought the post was fine
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- The comment that slipped from the boy's mouth shocked her some. Her costume wasn't that low cut was it? But instead of her eyes falling to check her dress, she shifted them over to the students that Grey pointed at. She noticed that they acted like they were counting candies but every few seconds they would cast hopeful eyes her way. The girl stuck her tongue out at them and gave a defiant huff as she flicked her hazel gaze back to the sixth year Slytherian in front of her. Inclining her head some she smirked crookedly and voiced her thoughts she was having. "Like you wouldn't want to see me move in a way to make something visible." She would have crossed her bare arms over he chest but her tea cup made it hard too.
Surprising herself, Dani had a grin form on her features. It was true you didn't need to look scary, and with his rep he was already scared some of the students. That 'some' didn't include Dani. But the shock didn't stop there. Even though Grey gave the stance that he didn't give a crap and a few tones were off, the seventh year almost squeaked because of what he said. Finding herself almost blushing for some odd reason, Dani covered it with a semi-retort. "Starting to care for a stranger already Grey?" Batting her eye lashes, Dani bit her bottom lip lightly. She kept up the behavior until his next comment. Pausing, the Ravenclaw cocked her head to the side some. She mostly shrugged the retort off. Either he was losing his ever so special touch or she may not have heard all the remark. Didn't matter, the girl gave a small laugh. "Caring and failing at your signature comebacks. If I didn't know any better I would say I had some sort of effect on you." It was merely an observation that anyone could make and was simply stated to poke fun.
She watched his eyes, seeing him rack them through the choices in her cup. As he took one from her a Cheshire cat smile slid upon her face. Yes! A silent victory was sent through her body. "They are lovely candies, I swear." After her actually kind words, Dani bent her knees and made some room for the boy to sit. She was careful, though, not to move too quick or to far in one direction in fear that her short outfit would show something that didn't need to be shown. Especially not to Grey. Nodding toward her newly open space the seventh year smiled. "Sit, please." She still held her smile as he inspected the candy looking to eat it. Maybe she was a better actor then she thought, either that or she was good a seducing others. She almost shuddered at the thought.
Her eyes were still on him and the candy with a smirk but that all vanished when he happily put the candy in his pocket. Dani gave a short and loud sigh then blinked her topaz eyes back up to his blue ones. Trying to ignore her so sudden defeat, she cleared her throat, shrugged at his words and gave a short answer. "Call me rebellious." A mischievous grin played at her lips and her eyes flashed with laughter. "Besides, I thought all Slytherians were suppose to be sucking up to their head of house."
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 10, 2010 19:34:54 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
He laughed inwardly to himself, although letting just enough amusement show on his features as to hopefully embarrass the girl further – entertained in the first instance by quite how easy it was to install even the slightest paranoia into her usual calm and collected demeanour. He supposed it was Hallowe’en and everyone had spent time getting ready (whether 5 minutes or 500 it didn’t matter), wanting to look impressive and to receive compliments on their attire... rather than snide remarks, nitpicking at those little details that the wearer may have overlooked. “I certainly wouldn’t say no,” he replied in casual tone, tilting his head as if to afford himself a better angle of proceedings, but genuinely doing no such thing (the movement intended to cause more self-conciousness and evoke a reaction from the Ravenclaw). “Go on, admit it – neither would you.” he offered her an oh-so-rare smile, even if it was in mock it vastly improved the agreeableness of the expression on his face, “You’d show off then have your way with me right here,” he paused, “even with those assholes watching.”
Assholes? Really? Quinn quizzed himself over this word choice, though this time keeping his expression carefully measured in the brief couple of seconds that the dilemma occurred in. Why would he be badmouthing those who had acted so nicely in accordance with the setting of Dani’s insecurities? He shrugged it off quickly, putting it down to a slip of the tongue and moving on with the conversation – taking care not to miss any sentient points in her words that he might exploit for further profit to his cause of causing annoyance.
He had almost missed the blush regardless, catching a glimpse in his peripheries to the extent that he wasn’t sure that he hadn’t imagined it. “Oh of course my darling! Who wouldn’t fall for such a beauty?” his voice dripped with sarcasm and malice as he leaned in closer, circling around behind her and come to a stop squarely between the Seventh year and the group of boys that he had previously referenced, leaning in cool fashion on one arm on the back of the bench. “Shall we run away together? Leave this forsaken school behind and skip off into the sunset?” He hammed up the acting of the skit, false enthusiasm oozing from his pores, before his expression fell to one of complete apathy and being thoroughly unimpressed. She chided him then; he brushed it off with only a twitch of his lip to a small sneer to suggest that the comment was anything but water off of a duck’s back.
“Oh the sweets I’m collecting aren’t for me.” he replied softly, a sense of holier-than-thou creeping into his tone as he continued, “I’m collecting them to donate.” he nodded sincerely, throwing up an act that chimed through and through of piety and a sense of decency, “They’re going to the kids at St Mungos, send em a big box every year for the kids who can’t get out trick or treating.” He accepted her offer of a seat then, perching upon the arm of the bench with his feet in the space she had probably intended for his backside, “Figure I should give something back – be a shit to the kids here, be a saint to the ones who don’t know me; keep my reputation intact and all that.” He looked down at his hands, mock embarrassment being the angle he was now headed for, before glancing up to Dani again through floppy fringe that had fallen over his eyes due to his position, “Don’t figure it’ll survive much longer though with you knowing now...” But he couldn’t help but shatter the image he had just created, “I mean, I might start even believing that myself if I gave me that spiel...” He grinned wickedly, cocking an eyebrow.
“Rebellious? A Ravenclaw? What’s it include then? Reading ahead a chapter in your textbook or something? ” He sat back up straight, hitting his hands to his thighs in emphasis of how ludicrous it sounded to him. Of course, he wasn’t a particularly avid supporter of the House system – yes he played on the House team in Quidditch, but beyond that he really didn’t care; he didn’t care whether he bullied a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor or even another Slytherin, if they pissed him off enough. If someone made a comment about his House however, he would defend it to the last, his sense of loyalty couldn’t be faulted when false stereotypes were thrown around, “Tonight’s our night off. Hallowe’en’s like Christmas. All the little underlings get out to play.” He however, could not resist playing up to the whole “Syltherins are evil” thing given half a chance – he never claimed not to be a hypocrite.
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-oh-two.
NOTES:: just not feeling particularly malicious tonight... =/
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
MUSIC:: passive - a perfect circle.
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 10, 2010 21:18:37 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 706
notes; eh....
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- She caught his amusement, however small it was, and instantly shot him a look through now narrowed eyes. He was just loving the way that she was dressed. Maybe not loving in that manner, but in a way that she could see he was practically begging for a reaction. Though she had give him a death glare, Dani was going to turn the tables. If Grey wanted her to recoil and play a retort back in reply, the seventh year was going to give him the opposite. Hell, maybe playing along would be fun anyways. She didn't comment to his first set of words seeing that as he wanted to see her shift to reveal something. All she showed was a flicker of a mischievous grin. Noticing him incline his head, Dani semi-obliged him by leaning the tiniest bit forward to give a slightly better view. But not much more. "You're right. I wouldn't" Putting forth a more appealing effort, Dani giggled softly and faked covering it with her hand. She shook her layered bangs out of the way of her eyes and slipped a sheepish smile. "Grey, you must be reading my mind. How did you know that's what I wanted to do? well, actually you missed a few details there but you got the gist of it." Mentally, Dani gagged and she started to hate herself for going forward with the idea of agreeing with him and his , what she though, immature comments.
Once the letters exited his mouth she rolled her eyes. It would have been a pleasant compliment coming from anyone else but Grey. Why did he have to be such an attractive jerk? Whoa, where did that come from? She held her composure after her thought, she didn't want the Slytherian to find out that she thought him handsome. The jerk part, Dani didn't mind, and in fact, he probably already knew that. When she flicked her unaltered gaze to met his. She hadn't noticed that he had strolled around the bench and perched an arm over the back, all which made him closer. "Lets see..." Dani faked pondering his question. "Run away with you? No. Leave the school? No. Skip with you? No." Most of what he asked sounded terrible. The Ravenclaw held a bright, white toothy smile at the boy. But that was most of what he said. "The sunset part sounds lovely though."
Dani was blown back by every sentence he laid down about the giving candies to the kids you couldn't trick or treat. It was touching to picture him doing such a thing. Guilt to the prank candy was setting in. She was about to interrupt his explanation but she stopped herself when the last two statements hit her ears. Did her really think her to tell and even if she did who would believe her that Quinn Grey would do something nice like that? Dani had a pang of doubt still herself. And the last words cleared that fact. He was lying through his teeth and he had her buying it. "And to think I was going to hug you for turning to the light side. Sorry to say, but that wouldn't happen now." The seventh year rolled her eyes to show she was lying as well, like her sarcastic tones and sharp reply didn't prove that.
She nodded vigorously and played it with an over excited smile. Purely bluffing interest. "Yep, and it also means that I write outlines for every chapter, even the ones we don't cover." Dani sneered at his enthusiasm. She kicked his leg, but not too hard, just hard enough to leave a faint bruise of her shoe's heel. Unlike him, she was all for the houses. It what separated the smart ones from the, well, from the Slytherains. "We don't always have our noses in books you moron." She didn't much admire Quinn's lack of defending his house. To think a man like himself would have such loyalty. Dani shrugged in her mind, but never-the-less she delicately laughed at his comment. Placing a finger on her cheek and dragging it down her face she spoke, "Aww...sad face. I would have loved to see you kiss up to a teacher."
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 11, 2010 19:42:13 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
He simply grinned back at her, nonplussed by the severity of the glare that the Ravenclaw afforded him in response to his goading. There would be little that would dissuade him from such behaviour, a look would do nothing but encourage him against giving up if anything. “Ah what can I say,” he shrugged, “just one of my many talents. Don’t worry, you get used to it.” he reassured her with a calming hand motioning for her to keep calm and assure her that this was perfectly normal. To her final comment he couldn’t help but smirk, unable to keep the genuine tug of a smile from his lips, “I was merely being polite – wouldn’t have wanted to be too presumptuous. I’m sure whatever it was you had in mind... well...” He winked in exaggerated fashion at Dani to finish off the sentence, all rougishness and bravado without hint of an apology for it.
“Pity...” he murmured in response to her rejections, leaning his chin on a hand (the arm in turn propped up on the knee of the foot that rested on the bench, the other dangling between the seat and the ground to the side). “Sunset thing probably wouldn’t work either...” he continued, sounding down-heartened by her repost as he turned his head away and gazed across the square with an act of being forelorn. He flicked his eyes back to her without readjusting the angle of his head, as he expanded on his answer, “Clash with your hair.” He maintained the saddened look for a moment, before a malicious grin broke through the expression – although he couldn’t help but harbour a tinge of a proper smile amongst the baiting.
His eyes fell upon the boys who were still lingering near-by, now throwing mutinous looks to the Slytherin and clearly muttering plans for his demise. Quinn had three options now: offer an apologetic look to them and offer them a “better luck next time” shrug; ignore them entirely and continue on with his conversation; or wave at them callously and gloat that it was him in this position and not them. The choice, if it was indeed a choice (to Quinn it seemed the natural order of things to act as he was about to), instantaneous: a grin plastered smugly on his face, his waving enthusiastic – the net effect of the display to gain looks of disgust and the crowd slinking off a little, mutinies being muttered under their breath.
“Ah sweetness, no need to look for excuses, I’ll take a hug anyways. Come on,” he stretched his arms out in welcome, “Come on. Let me make it allllll better. Don’t worry. I don’t bite...” he paused meaningfully, “Unless you want me to.” He shrugged offhandedly as he kept his tone light, still beckoning her into a hug with all sincerity on his face. As Dani rolled her eyes he gave up however, returning his arms to their prior positions one draped across each thigh, tilting his head to the side slightly. “For all you know though – it’s a double bluff. I could be going to do that, tell you in a mocking fashion and hope that you’d assume I was lying. Thus you wouldn’t believe me, thus you wouldn’t spread it, thus my reputation remains untarnished with a morally acceptable act.” He shifted his head from side to side as if putting himself in her position and weighing up each side of the argument, punctuating this with another shrug as he levelled his gaze upon her again.
“Ow, hey – play nice now.” he chided as she kicked him (the impact having stung enough to make him want to wince, but his pride preventing him from doing so, he wouldn’t show weakness to the enemy – he had to impress her... no beat her, he had to beat her). “I was making a casual observation, based on outsider information, as to one of the positive aspects of your House. I thought I was offering a compliment to your intelligence.” He continued in mocking fashion, the overtly saccharin tones that laced his vocals sickly to the extent of bile-inducing, sniffing at her snub. “Well if it’s something that Ms Monroe wants, it should be something that Ms. Monroe gets.” He flourished a half-bow from his position still perched on the end of the bench. He glanced around, looking for a Professor or other member of staff that he might do exactly as she had just suggested – simply for the sheer audacity of such a move, to see what he could get away with and too further the embarrassment of the girl, who would no doubt feel some form of guilt over the situation. “Alas, foiled.”
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: seven-eight-five.
NOTES:: blub blub blub, grey is a jerk... and that's not the half of it yet.
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
MUSIC:: i kissed a girl - katy perry.
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 11, 2010 23:38:23 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 808
notes; I think Grey is starting to corrupt my girl....
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- "You're that confident?" Dani flashed a disarming grin his way. She wasn't going to let her act slip by that easy. The seventh year wasn't going to overtake the conversation. He was in control of the exchange of words, with his remarks, but that was going to change. Gingerly leaning sideways to place her tea cup on the ground Dani though of a quick plan. And hopefully it worked, no matter how much she would hate herself after it. Not like she was going to do something completely stupid. Once her hazel eyes met with his blue ones again she started, "If that's what you think..." Reaching her hands forward, placing them between her legs, Dani leaned forward and pulled her sock cover legs under her so that she was on her hands and knees. Making the short trip of three small steps from her current spot to by his feet, the Ravenclaw rested her elbows on the edge of his knees and folded her hands over each other, then resting her head on them. She continued to finish her sentence, "...then you won't mind me resting right here." Dani pushed a hard grin as if to daring him to resist. In truth, the whole act was really fun.
She raised an eyebrow at him. What was he getting at with his comment? Did he really want to do what he just suggested? Dani confusion was added to when he spoke of the sunset. After waiting somewhat eagerly for his statement o be complete, the seventh year understood. Clearly mockery. "Well, I'm going to take that as a complement about my pretty hair." She loved to twist words. And it was a rather nice way of commenting on her bright, hair color choice. Flicking her gaze at the top of his head she chuckled softly. Her words were actually kind in a way. "The setting sun would highlight your blonde mop well. Though, the mussed effect you used doesn't it it much justice that the moment." She shook her head twice, letting the untamed bangs fall over her eyes thinly. Dani loved it when ever it did that, made her seem secretive in her mind.
The Ravenclaw watched Grey's eyes drift to the group of younger students who were glancing at her like she was a piece of meat. She rolled her eyes and had them land on the Slytherian in front of her. He was showing off to them, bragging over the fact that he was the one flirting with the girl, while they stood like cowards and just watched her. Dani shifted her eyes to the underclassmen once more and noticed them depart with mumbles. In the back of her mind she thought how Quinn had just basically done a nice thing for her by making them leave, but the she corrected herself and sighed with hinted of annoyance.
Shaking her head side-to-side sincerely, the seventh mad a distasteful sound. "No matter how much you want me too hug you, it is never going to happen." Hugging Grey was the furthest thing from her mind. It wasn't even hinted at on the list of things she wanted to do before she died. To the biting comment, Dani verbalized a shutter. That was just disgusting, then again it came from the jerk leader of Slytherian. "No biting, please. Biting is a turn off." That was not necessarily true, she just wanted to witness his reaction. She shook her head once more. He the lying once again. "Quinn, darling, I'm sorry to point this out, if it wasn't already oblivious to you, but you aren't smart enough to put something together like that."
"Who said I ever played nice, or by the rules for that matter?" Unable to stop herself, a playful smirk crossed her expression. A small sound of a laugh peeked through her lips. She cocked her head to the side and slid him some advice. "You might just want to work on your complements there, buddy." She stole a brief moment to roll her eyes then she returned them to his face. If he was really going to go through with it then she had no problem. Dani watched him scan the town for a teacher of any sort. Laugh at the fact he looked serious she spoke, "All I wish is that I had a camera to document it. Would be great to post in the weekly school newspaper. I can see it making the front page." The Ravenclaw threw up her hands a gave a flash effect with her fingers then continued, "'Hardcore Jerk Converts to Being a Teacher's Pet.' How is that for a title?" The seventh year couldn't hold it in much longer, she let her real soft and silky laugh out. It filled the air around them mocking the Slytherain.
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 13, 2010 15:35:01 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
He nodded along with her, his expression portraying that being so very excellently talented was burden that he had to bear rather than a gift which he could use to better the world. “Sadly, yes. You have no idea...” He pouted his lip out a little, his expression turning slightly towards one of pity and condescension aimed at the Ravenclaw; he would have patted her on the head, but it would have been too much of a stretch to look effortless and thus would have broken the illusion. Her movements however brought a quizzical look to his face, voluntarily she was moving in closer – perhaps she was the psychic one and read his dilemma, or perhaps psychic was the wrong word and he did possess some real powers of persuasion beyond his silver-tongue. He cocked an eyebrow at her as she draped herself about his knees, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth – even though it was intended as a bluff on her part, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug. Perhaps he was getting to her, even a little and even if she would never admit it.
But perhaps she was getting to him too, the retort that had been on the tip of his tongue eluded him and so instead – and hoped in unnoticed form – he settled for meeting her gaze with a level stare. And for a brief pause he left it at that, his confidence recharging and neurones firing again, “Feel free to get comfortable...” He stated simply, leaving much more implied rather than spoken aloud, sitting up a little straighter with a smirk playing about his face. He couldn’t help but make the obvious joke, clearly the theme of conversation she was angling for with her positioning, “Oh, feel free to look – you know you’re curious...” he turned his head away again, although his blue eyes remained upon Dani, observing her side-on as he spoke, “I’ll pretend not to notice. Go ahead.” He slid his eyes away, none-too subtly thrusting himself a little forwards with a small clearing of his throat and drumming his fingers upon each thigh as he played out being nonchalant.
“Suit yourself...” he shrugged a little, returning his look to the Ravenclaw with head tilted to the side as if he was studying something about her, “I understand why you’re apprehensive, I mean I’d hate to have acted so prejudiced then have to totally 180 when I discovered that I,” he faked a catch in his throat, a sharp intake of air through his nose, “liked him.” He made an expression as to say that he’d touched a sore spot, before the expression morphed to one of grim satisfaction in expectation of her response.
He scoffed as she ridiculed his intellect, typical Ravenclaw. If he had not the capacity to think of such a plan then why had he been able to outline it so flawlessly to her? He supposed he should turn the slight against his mental capabilities as a compliment, she had thought the double bluff idea as something clever – even if she had phrased such praise in ridicule of him, perhaps thinking that he would not see this angle to her words. Still, he would not concede to her so easily, to offer less than a snide retort would have been to be bested. “Ah alas, I feel cowed in the reflective light of your nacreous wisdom. Your debonair wit and penchant for ineffable remarks leaves me palled in comparison...” He raised an eyebrow at her in challenge – although it did remain true that she was that much smarter than he was, of course, and that he only had a loose grasp of the meaning of many of the words he had just used, he wasn’t about to let that knowledge public.
“And showing your talents there,” he applauded her soundlessly and sycophantically, “A lowly worm as myself could never dream of writing for a newspaper or even to think up such titles? Where did inspiration strike you from?” Had he the choice then, he would have stood and offered her a standing ovation; but due to the current circumstances he was quite happy seated where he was.
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: seven-oh-three.
NOTES:: =/.
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
MUSIC:: none.
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 14, 2010 15:52:35 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 718
notes; Just had the bestest idea for a prank on Grey...kind of prank that is...
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- Blinking slowing, Dani smiled and cocked her head slightly to one side. "I guess I don't." Her expression was seductively serious with a smirk tossed into the mix. The Ravenclaw shrugged some and just watched his whole reaction. Wasn't really what she planned to happen but it would have to do. Though she couldn't help but wonder if he thought that her sudden 'affection' toward him was from him and his rep alone. Dani stifled a snicker and kept her eyes on his.
It was strange not to have Quinn throw about a comment the second after her actions. Shooting him a corked eyebrow, Dani waited to see if anything would come. Sure enough, after a moment of a short stare down the boy stated. And of course his words had to be directed to a topic such as that. "I'll try too." She had narrowed her eyes some and spoke quick. Her hidden meaning behind her words were simple. Grey wasn't that comfortable. Nor would she actually get more comfortable with Grey. But the conversation could only get worst. Dani almost winced at his suggestion but held it in. Another reason why she thought the Slytherian was a jerk. Thinking quick she pushed herself up to stand straight on her knees but she left her hands on his knees and, while watching him, started to massage his thighs. From his knee all the way up to hips. Each stroke was soft and light, with her warm touch as she replied, "Grey, I'm not going to look. Nor was I thinking of looking." Truest statement she was ever going to say, well at least she thought. Giving in to her grin, Dani wiggled her shoulders slightly. "Besides, you're the one that is curious to see something."
She was going to kill him. It was like he really could read minds, stilling stroking his thighs she rolled her topaz brown eyes and almost had a biting reply. "I was talking about your hair, not you. So don't take as I like you, I merely said your hairs would look nice. You on the other hand.....have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?" She offered a falsely sweet smile and then calmed herself. Okay, she didn't like Grey, just thought he was, however much she hated it, hot. Didn't necessarily mean she had to be head over heels for him. In her sudden remark she didn't want to seem to offended because that could prove something that was there at all. So, Dani bite her tongue to hold back more retorts.
"It's so gratifying that you are starting to see things my way. Your terminology I have to say is quite voluminous. I didn't think that you held so many ostentatious concepts in you." Shrugging as if it didn't phrase her she added, "Well, unexpected from a Slytherian, that is." His use of words was kind of shocking, but the question that arose in her brain was, did he actually fully, completely understand what those words meant or did he just get lucking with saying some words that fit? Dani gave him a quick though of being on of the smarter students there aren't in Ravenclaw, but then she mentally shook her head to clear it. She couldn't, wouldn't, let him get to her. "A few big words coming from you don't impress me." The seventh year shrugged, but less this time, again.
The Ravenclaw gazed into his blues eyes. Did he really want her to answer that inspiration question? She was pretty sure, for her tittle she had come up with, he would know the inspiration. However much it pained her she rolled her eyes and muttered, "You were the muse for only that title. Usually I get it from my friends and music." She watched his response for a moment then glancing down at her hands, still caressing his rather muscular thighs, Dani closed her eyes exhaled, whether it was from the annoyance of the boy or the feel of his strength under her exquisite fingers she wasn't sure. Opening her eyes and keeping them down, acting like she was concentrating on what she was doing, the seventh year spoke again. "What is your muse, if you have ever had one for what ever it is you do."
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 14, 2010 19:56:15 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
“There there.” he responded in as apathetic tones as possible, no condolence given in his words. “That’s the spirit, best not to pine for what you can’t have...” He did pat her on the head then, making every effort for this to appear as difficult for him to do as possible – it looking to an observer that he was afraid he might catch something from the girl merely by touching her hair (despite their positioning otherwise). So two short pats and he withdrew his hand, childishly wiping off the imaginary contaminants on the back of the bench, returning his look to her with a mockingly reassuring grimace that was supposed to pass for a smile. “At least you got your old buddy Grey to make up for your shortcomings.” He nodded in acceptance of his own statement, solemn acceptance of his pretend duties noted.
As she raised herself up, almost equalling his eye level – asserting some more aggression and hopes of becoming the dominant of the pair, he noted, thinking of humouring her in this and going onto the back-foot for a while to play some defence. “Ach fine, but don’t you come crying to me when you want another chance... I might not be so accommodating – my schedules pretty full... another burden.” A wicked grin flashed across his features, a glint in his eye. Whilst he hadn’t exactly been lying, there never did seem to be a shortage of people in the queue for a bit of action (of any sort, from the very basic beginnings of a sexual relationship up to those more intimate moments), and both male and female as well – he really wasn’t picky, enjoying his role as a lothario far too much to pass-up on any opportunity. He paused, eyes shooting downwards to her hands before he could control them; taken aback by such a turn of events, but he knew better than to question her motives – especially in the game that they were currently playing. He chose not to remark either, hoping for some sort of mention or hint by the girl first.
"Besides, you're the one that is curious to see something." He couldn’t resist it any longer, this was the perfect invitation to get another one up on the Ravenclaw (as well as for his own personal gain). His eyes slid downwards to her chest, the Slytherin staring in silence for a few moments before looking back up to her face momentarily and back down her top. “I think I was justified in being curious.” he nodded affirmation, looking a little self-satisfied yet completely innocent as if he hadn’t just done as he had – or as if it was a perfectly normal occurrence.
He dismissed her claims that she was talking about his hair – although, it was awesome – pausing as she continued on to speak of the rest of his appearance. “Would you like to style my hair?” he questioned, seemingly all for the idea, “Run your fingers through it, mess it up good and stylishly?” he ran a hand back over his head in emphasis, raising both eyebrows in invitation for her to follow suit. “I condition it and everything.” He chuckled under his breath at the absurdity of it all (even if it was true that he did condition his hair and take immense pride in its appearance). “I’ll take that as a compliment,” pride was another of his sins, even if she was attempting to be flippant in her remarks he couldn’t take slights against his appearance seriously – he knew that he was good looking. He observed her again, a calculating look coming back to his features as if he were scrutinizing her appearance to make the same kind of statement back in kind; but a brief shake of the head dismissed such a retort – even in mock he wasn’t able to admit that (due to how close to the bone it came).
“Its a facet of my persona habitually overlooked due to the heinous stereotypes thrust upon my kinsmen. A tragedy of ominous magnitude if legitimacy be told...” he sniffed deignfully, before exhaling a slight laugh – not particularly caring for such verbose speech. “I’ll leave the fancy stuff to you; and I’ll do the witty stuff – deal?” he compromised, offering her a hand to shake, but thinking better of it; although now he became unsure of where to rest his arm again, Dani’s hands moving across the area that he had just vacated.
Settling for a grip on the bench’s arm, it was now taking concentration to ignore the Ravenclaw’s massaging hands – which if unaccomplished could have proven highly embarrassing, given her current perspective on his position (even if she claimed she wasn’t looking). “You mean I’m not your friend?” he pouted a little again, “Dani, I’m hurt.” He shrugged as she asked for his muses, he wasn’t a particularly creative type – not that he was going to admit that – and didn’t have anything that he could really site as inspiring. “Oh you know, the moon and the clouds, and the grass, and the shop signs swinging idly in the breeze...” he resorted to just naming things that happened to be in the environment, with as much acid and sarcastic bile in his tone as he could muster; seemingly regarding the whole creative process as a waste of time.
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-nine-one.
NOTES:: ramblerambleramble. this is pretty fun.
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
MUSIC:: new york - alicia keys. (wtf?!)
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 14, 2010 23:36:36 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 868
notes; Quinn doesn't offend Dani then this will last slightly longer for him. But that depends if he plays his cards right
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- What the Slytherain boy could say that he thinks he can get away with, priceless. Dani quietly and softly passed forth a giggle relating to her thoughts but acting as if it was to what he was talking about. “And maybe you shouldn’t lead people on.” Shrugging gingerly, the seventh year cast her eyes to his hand that patted her head. She didn’t move to swat it away it fact she blatantly ignored it and flicked her line of sight back to his face. Old buddy? Shortcomings? Without missing a beat Dani kept caressing Grey’s thighs and quizzically shot an eyebrow up at him. “Excuse me?” She made no effort to sugar-coat her tones. What would be the point of that?
By this time Dani had already formulated the end of her plan. It wasn’t until mid way through their conversation and her actions that she realized she set herself up for the perfect prank on Grey. She almost performed her ending act after his next words but the Ravenclaw stopped herself. It wasn’t yet the right time. “Just remember Grey, you were the one that can up to me.” Her attention, after that being said, was drawn to her hand at the moment; Dani feigned a short laughing moan of bliss just for his reaction. Slowly pulling her eyes up to meet his face, she saw his eyes on her hands. She rolled her eyes and cracked a smirk as she made one of her hand into a pair of legs with her index and middle finger and had it start to slowly walk starting at his knee. A sweet pressing voice, her voice, inquired, “Do I confuse you yet?”
Oh, another reason she hated herself, she was allowing Quinn Grey to ‘sneak a peek’ at her. Wasn’t her proudest moment, then again all that she was doing right now wasn’t either. Smugly grinning at his comment Dani piped up. “Ah, satisfied are we?” She forced to push a bigger smile. “Glad I could be of assistants.” So, not something she would be telling her kids when she is older. Her walking fingers were nearly by his waist now and she couldn’t reach much further. In order to let her fingers continue their travel, the seventh year, with her other hand, swung one of Grey’s knees open to make room for her to fit between. She took a step with her knees and slide in-between so she was nearly touching his groin muscle with her waist and her hand could now reach from his waist to past his head. Which meant that their faces were closer together as well.
His hair styling wasn’t a bad offer. “Might as well since I’m here.” Coasting her hands gracefully up his chest to his dusty blonde mane. Dani smiled as her digits combed through his hair, she was enjoying this too much, and after awhile she shaped and molded the fibers to match the haircut of Elvis. Sliding her hands out of the dew, the Ravenclaw bit her bottom lip and studied the style she had just finish. Something was missing. Her pause gave her time to make another reply but her brown gaze never left his hair. “You sound like a girl when you say that and I can’t picture you as a girl.” Chuckling, it dawned on her, reaching up again, Dani took a group of the locks in front and gave them a hint of a twist, so that they resembled a curl. She subconsciously placed her hands on his pectoralis majors, pecs, and pushed to lean back to admire her work and give it a nod. “Done. Ya’ know I think I just made your crummy costume fit better together now.”
“I’m sure that’s is exactly what it is Quinn.” She rolled her eyes to pronounce her sarcastic tones and levels more. Dani shifted her head side to side and thought over his proposal. “Deal, but I have just as much wit and audacity as you do, mister, so don’t completely count me out for wit.” The Ravenclaw relished a laugh. One of her hands was removed from his pec and brought back to his thigh, while the other hand was forming an almost perfect, soft circle on his shirt.
Dani had flaicked her eyes back up and momentary saw that Grey was trying to focus on her words more then her hands, which pleased her. A short laugh was sprung, “Not in the least Grey. And I doubt you put me in the friends’ category.” The seventh year stared at him because they both knew it was true, Quinn rarely had a person in that group. Unconcerned, she shrugged in apology, didn’t much matter to her if it hurt him or not, it was the truth. Dani gawked, no muse? How did someone live? “You can’t just name off random things, they have to be things with great importance or things that you enjoy a lot, things that make you excited.” She rolled her eyes again, “Apparently I am the only one here with a meaningful and actual life.” And her sharp retorts were back. The Ravenclaw didn’t loose them under the act just yet.
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 15, 2010 19:26:08 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
He moved a hand closer to where hers were tracing their meandering patterns across his leg, hoping that the frisson of tension that ran through her when their flesh inevitably met was visible – but also equally hoping that the movement had been casual enough as for it not to be noted as anything of significance (though with Dani, and the extent to which they were both embroiled in the game, this seemed unlikely). His smirk widened as she spoke about leading people on, in her current position he didn’t think that she had any right to harbour such opinions; although perhaps that had been what the giggle had been meant to provide backup for, the lunacy of her words. He decided to call her upon it anyway, it was part of what he did – pointing out the obvious as to make the other person fret over his purposeful stupidity, “I ain’t got nothing on you darling.” He gave a pointed look down to her hands and back to her face, carefully training his eyes as to not linger upon her exposed flesh for longer than they did on any other part of her body between points a and b. In innocent, off the cuff tones he chimed back to her, head lolling side to side in rhythm with his answer, “Oh, you know: the being intelligent without being smart, the lack of talent beyond brains, the non-psychic nature of your being...”
Why had he approached her? It was a fair point. Boredom, he supposed, or rather “hoped”, was all that this conversation had started on; a spur of the moment decision that had led to a mild amount of entertainment (amongst other things) to say the least. “Like I said, you looked out of place and lonely... couldn’t even attract the kids over with those sweeties in your cups.” He cocked an eyebrow at his own words, wondering if the ambiguity of his phrasing was transparent and vulgar enough – not that the metaphor was entirely metaphorical, only half of the comment needing deciphered. At her pleasured groan, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end (and thankfully nothing else), managing to suppress a visible shiver however as he attempted to keep focussed on appearing the more impassive. He watched, with a tiny knot of trepidation looming in the back of his throat, as her fingers ascended his thigh, eyes flicking across to meet her look as she spoke. “No use on turning this on me. Just how much longer can you stand the tension?” he had dropped his voice as he leant in a little closer towards her face, familiar arrogance visibly plastered across his expression now.
“Eh.” he shrugged with a slight pause, “I’m sure I could take a little more...” he paused again, “”Little” being the operative word,” he looked mildly annoyed at this, shaking his head lightly and shortly. He could see the effort behind her smile, it gave away a lot about a person – the way the muscles in the face moved to form such a complex emotion as happiness was so precise a thing, even the slightest deviance gave the expression an odd look. Thus, concentrating on this, he was caught a little unawares as she made a move closer to him again, allowing her to weave whatever tapestry it was that she was attempting before retorting to an earlier remark that she had made, “I came over, yes. I was invited to the bench. Pulled into physical contact. And now, well...” He maintained the distance that she had closed to, only 10 inches or so between their faces and less between other areas. Now he could feel her heat properly now, becoming aware that the temperature around them had dropped a degree or two as the time grew later.
He was bought some time however as she actually took up his offer of playing about with his hair – if that wasn’t real flirting then he didn’t know what was anymore – seeming to enjoy herself in her efforts to make him look “pretty”. “Well, if you say so...” he conceded to her with a roll of his eyes; resisting every urge in his body to run his own hands through his hair to fix it (he was very particular about this aspect of his appearance, and didn’t trust not knowing what it looked like – especially after styled by the Ravenclaw). Her hands upon his chest brought him crashing back to all previous thoughts however, concentration again required to keep his cool (having to ignore her comment on his costume in order to do so). The circling motion of his hands was not helping – the more he tried to ignore it, the more he found himself aware of the patterns that were etched.
“Of course you’re my friend!” he retorted with gusto, hoping to break through this wall that he was finding himself up against, throwing up more bravado to his facade of calm, “Why ever would you think any differently?” He did hug her then, pulling her close in a quick embrace before releasing her and resuming prior positioning with a short clearing of his throat – as if the whole situation was highly embarrassing (which of course it was, but playing it up worked well as a double bluff he had found). “And that’s why.” he responded to her questioning of his muse, deadly serious tones on his voice as he stated, “I need you.”
STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: nine-one-five.
NOTES:: getting longer... @_@
OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P.
MUSIC:: take that's new song... don't know it's name *shrugs*
TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe. |
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 16, 2010 16:31:42 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 887
notes; dude, i found a song that fits our plot with them....well, kind of fits
tagged; mr. grey
wearing; this---------- She hadn’t noticed the shifting of his hand; she was too lost in her focus on keeping her game plan and act and not conforming into something else. So, when her fingers hit his hand she about jumped. Dani was able to quickly suppress it and just show the sense of uneasiness in her eyes and momentarily stiffened, then urgently went to relax again. Her hand froze, still touching his; the odd thing about it was that she found that she rather liked the feel. The seventh year tilted her head down, causing her bright hair to cover her features as she bore a frustratingly smug expression, possibly even the slight twinge of blush. She couldn’t be thinking these things. Dani, after an instant of hiding, lifted her face and shook her hair to one side. “You sure about that?” But the Ravenclaw knew what he meant by his words. She was the one doing all the tempting and advancing to allure him. Again, she found herself inwardly shuddering just at the thought. “Right, that’s exactly it…” A huff came from her as she rolled her eyes, being sarcastic and severe with her words.
Snorting a laugh at his name, even if it was somewhat offensive, the seventh year knew the hidden meaning. “Well, they got you over here some how, didn’t they?” Looking squarely in the eyes, a smirk planted on her lips and as a glint grew in her eyes. “By the way, you still have yet to eat the piece you took.” Dani hoped that the time they ‘shared’ since he took the candy made him forget the trick that was hidden with them. She observed that Grey had given himself a moment to think over his respond to her actions, so very pleasing in her mind. His words were no consolation to his movements. “I can take it longer then you probably can last.” His leaning in the Ravenclaw tried to dismiss but it wasn’t fully clearing from her head.
“You always want more then a little, Grey.” The she paused to think then chuckled while leaning forward to place a hand to pat the side of his face two times then returning its original spot on his knee. “Except homework and school, you want less of those.” Dani swore she saw some kind of anxiety once he noticed her advance. But she could be misleading herself, this was Quinn she was talking about, he probably loved the closing space and attention. Eagerly tuned in to what he was saying, the seventh year blinked a couple of times. Had she really pulled him into the contact? She surprised herself that she could do such a thing, but the last of his words left her hanging. “Well what?” It took her a moment to acknowledge the distance between them, only less then a foot, and Dani lightened her breaths. Sucking in almost sharply as the scent of him reach her nose fully, cologne, but it was faint still at that. And it smelled rather charming and dignified. Damn, he had her doing it again.
The Ravenclaw cocked an eyebrow at him after she had finished scanning over his new hair. Dani was delighted that she had sculpted it to be identical to the King of Rock that use to live in the muggle world. He didn’t look all that thrilled that she actually had done it. “Would you like a mirror to check it yourself?” Her hand still played with a circle on his shirt but now she moved it up by his collar and pressed her thumb against his neck and sweetly began to stroke the spot. The other she moved to settle it on top of his nearest hand. His hand was actually cold, probably because of the temperature of the evening, and Dani was in a weird generous mood and decided to warm it with her’s, even if they were slightly cool themselves.
“Me, your friend? What would…” it was then she was cut off by his sudden actions to embrace her with a hug. That was way out of character, and in the shock of it all Dani didn’t hug him back. Not like she would have anyways. But his arms around her sucked her into him like she was sinking into a very comfy mattress. When he let her go the Ravenclaw was still in a state of shock. Grey’s throat clearing finally brought her back. “…make you think I want to be friends with you…?” The end of her previous sentence where out in a daze and she was starting to doubt them. But she shook her head and eyed the boy she was up against, in both senses of the word. His words were serious. He had to be joking. Right? Never-the-less, Dani took them as such but answered back as serious as he had said them. “I hope your definition of ‘need’ isn’t an intimate one.” She went back and explained her friend statement now since her head was clear. “Most of your friends you use then dump and get rid of, you move through ‘friends’ fasted then a race car can make a lap.” Her expression was pressing for an answer. About now, depending on how he answered, was nearing the end of her act.
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