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Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 9, 2006 23:20:06 GMT -5
Now here's something you thought you would never see. Her head bent over a stack of books, Vanity Weasley was scribbling away furisouly on a piece of worn parchmet, her writing barely visible from all the scratching out, and ink spots all over the page. Looking up for a mere second, Vanity strained her green eyes to focace on one of the many Transfiguration books that lay open infront of her.
Usually she could careless if she did her homework or not, but that very morning her father had sent her a howler saying that if she didn't bring her marks up and pass her N.E.W.T's then he was going to take away all of her privilages, including shopping. So in a mixture of embarrassment and anger, Vnaity had marched up to the Gryffindor tower, grabbed her books and headed to the library.
That had been this morning, now the candel that was set at her table was starting to melt lower and lower by the second, but still she sat there sribbling away in the dim light. She could probably use some help, but her cousins her out of the question. The smart ones weren't in her year anyways so they were useless to ask help from. All of her friends had ditched her too sneak off for a nighttime snogfest in Hogsmeade, leaving Vanity in a huff.
"Bloody friends," she muttered to herself, as she once again crossed out what she just wrote. "What's the use in having them if they won't do your homework?"
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Post by Georgie Spinnet-Weasely on Sept 10, 2006 12:56:37 GMT -5
Ms. Georgie Spinnet-Weasely wasn't in Hogsmeade that particular night. Normally, she would be the first to suggest a secret venture into the village, but she had a dentention to serve that evening for letting off some Garreting Gas in the secong floor corridor. Aunt Ginny had inadvertently given her the idea. Yes, in a couple of hours, Georgie would be pickling puffskin corpses in the dungeons as punishment. Ugh, delightful.
Thus Georgie had some time to kill, so she figured she'd drop into the library, as that was the only place anyone geeky enough to miss the Hogmeade snogfest would be. She figured she may find her cousin, Bryn Potter (the girl seemed to spend half her life in the bloody library) or one of her more cerebral friends. Instead she found the last person she ever thought she would see in the library. Vanity Weasely. Vanity and Georgie had never exactly gotten along, but neither did they hate each other. In fact, she found herself having to converse with Vanity at many family gatherings, as her other cousins (Bryn and Lily at least) couldn't be around Vanity for more than ten minutes before breaking into an argument. Georgie made for Vanity's table, smirking as she drew up a chair, turned it backwards and stratled it.
"Hey cuz." Georgie greeted, craning her neck to see Vanity over the immense pile of books, "Heard the Howler. It's the sucks. Uncle Bill sounded pissed." She laughed at the memory of the Howler. "So that's the mo' behind the grade-grind act, eh?" Georgie asked, speaking at top speed, as per usual.
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Post by Evelyn Rose Lupin on Sept 11, 2006 23:57:53 GMT -5
Evelyn ran into the library, her hair hanging at her shoulders and her hazel eyes shining, her arms filled with books. "Hola peoples." she said, cheerily. "How are you today?" she asked them, pulling up a chair to the table where they sat, ignoring the scowling librarian. The petite seventeen year old turned the chair back wards and sat on it, crossing her arms and placing them on the head of the chair. "How's it shakin'?" she yawned, turning to Georgie. Evelyn then remembered about the howler Vanity had received earlier, turning to Vanity she smiled. "Sorry 'bout the howler." she said understandingly. Evelyn knew from experience what it was like to receive a very embarrassing howler. She tucked at strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. "Friends ditch you guys too?" she asked. "S'all Slughorn's fault" she scowled. "Him and his bloody essay" she added, rolling out a piece of parchment, putting a bottle of ink on the table and taking a quill into her hand. She dipped it in her ink and began to write, occasionally looking up to see if either of her friends would reply.
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Post by Georgie Spinnet-Weasely on Sept 12, 2006 17:59:00 GMT -5
"Pssah!" Georgie made a sound of exclamation. "I wasn't ditched. I'm serving detention tonight." She announced proudly, folding her arms across her chest and cocking one eyebrow impressively. Georgie saw detention records as badges of honor. "But yeah, basically everybody is... in on the operation." Operation Snogging Festival, that is. But Madam Pince was in the next aisle and Geogie had seen several professors that may have been within hearing. "And cheah, Ancient Sluggy is a real prat. No doubting. It's him I'm serving the detention for. Pickling Puffskins." Georgie added, making a face. Can you say disgusting?
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Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 12, 2006 20:35:04 GMT -5
Vanity looked up, a little ink was spotted on her face, and she was biting irratatingly on her top lip. "Piss off," she hissed at Georgie. Not that she really ment it, it was just that she really needed to finish these essays. "If it wasn't for my bloody father I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you two," she said rather rudely. Okay now she was just being a real wee-otch. But between writing four essays and getting totally ditched by your best friends, leaving you to look like a dork scribbling away frantically in the library. To top her night off she just needed her crush to walk in the doors of the library and see her sitting with Georgie, and Evelyn, way to impress Kevin Malfoy.
She continued to chew her top lip and looked furiously down at her Transfiguration text book, viciously flipping the pages, not really reading anything, she was doing it more to take out her anger. Better the book then them.
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Post by Georgie Spinnet-Weasely on Sept 12, 2006 20:51:31 GMT -5
Georgie made a face at Vanity. "Do chill." She shook her head, her Weasely-red hair falling into her eyes. Georgie realized she had forgotten her glasses; the transparent lens, along with the plastic frames were somewhere beneath her four-poster in Gryffindor Tower. Ah well. She looked like a dweeb with them on anyway. "Come on now, just weasel some chump into doing it for you, mugsy." Georgie made a show of looking around the library, "There's got to be some geek here who'd love the extra work." She laughed again, knowing this suggestion was unlikely to work, but was sure to grind Vanity's nerves. As her chuckle petered off, something else Vanity had said hit home.
"And what exactly is wrong with being seen with us two?" Georgie asked indignantly, "I know I've got the damn hair, but check serious, Vanity. We all know I'm the cool Weasely." Georgie said in a confident tone-- with a slight suggestion of an insincere self-mocking manner. Georgie certainly thought her statement had legitamit truth to it; most of her cousins seemed pretty vanilla. Or completely anti-social. Or Vanity, who loved the spotlight a little more than the spotlight loved her.
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Post by Evelyn Rose Lupin on Sept 12, 2006 21:28:31 GMT -5
"Puh-lese Vanity. Me and Georgie are the cool ones in this trio" grinned Evelyn playfully as she looked up from her essay. She tucked a piece of brown hair behind her ear. "You should be grateful we're even sitting at the same table as you" winked Evelyn, sticking her tongue out. "Pshhh Georgie please... you're hair is cool. At least I think so." she said, smiling to Georgie. "Better then plain ol' brown" she sighed flipping her hair absent mindedly. "I wish I could change my hair color like mum. I can't wait till a few years..." she frowned. Then she went back to scribbling her essay, looking up, she leaned back on her chair. "I wish I was at the snogfest" she said, stating what everyone was most likely thinking.
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Post by Kevin Malfoy on Sept 14, 2006 18:34:32 GMT -5
He yawned, stretching his shoulder muscles. Slim fingers ran through silky, dirty blond hair. The boy shifted his bag to his other shoulder, hauling the heavy canvas sack from his arm. Kevin trudged through the halls, staircase after staircase, scraping the soles of his shoes against the floor. He traversed the last steps, and eyed the comforting light of the library appreciatively.
He slipped in the door, stopping short when he saw the patch of Weasleys sitting in a corner. He ducked around a bookshelf, hoping not to be seen by the girls. Especially the black haired one, the one who the others were crowding around. Vanity Weasley, a girl who had many traits to be admired, was the perfect subject of class time daydreaming. Kevin strove not to show it, or think about her too much. Usually, it didn't work.
The teen winced as he dropped the bag on a table, the weighty books clunking loudly on the wood. He turned his body, peering around a shelf where he could see the Weasleys. He tugged a book from his bag and began to work, scribbling a few miscellaneous words on the sheet of parchment, trying desperately to concentrate on the work and not the girls to his left. Kevin Malfoy couldn't have chosen a worse person, but it was done. He liked Vanity, and that was all there is to it.
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Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 14, 2006 20:24:04 GMT -5
Vanity snorted at their remarks. "Yeaaaah," she said rolling her eyes overdramatically before flipping through her text book for the fifth time. Getting annoyed with reading the same thing over and over again she snapped it shut rather suddenly and heard a heavy thud to her left. She automatically looked to see what it was and she felt her stomache do a backflip. Holy crap... Now how am I supposed to get any work done at all? Feeling her cheeks start to burn a light shade of pink she quickly looked down at her parchment and began doodling randomly, hoping Georgie and Evelyn wouldn't suspect anything of her. She could only imagine the look on her fathers face when she told him she had a crush on none other then a Malfoy.
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Post by Evelyn Rose Lupin on Sept 14, 2006 22:51:12 GMT -5
"HI KEVIN!" grinned Evelyn obnoxiously so that the whole library could hear. She knew perfectly well Vanity would go red and say something along the lines of Shut your pie hole , but that was the whole reason she was commenting so loudly on the Slytherin boy's presense. She looked at Georgie to see what her reaction would be. (She got up and did the chicken dance. YAY. The end. Just kidding..... )
Evelyn snorted with laughter and stood up, heading to a bookshelf. She stood behind it and took out a book, so that she could peek. She was aware of what she had just done, but she didn't really care
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Post by Kevin Malfoy on Sept 15, 2006 18:30:02 GMT -5
He winced, turning on the spot. "Hey...Evelyn." He forced his eyes back down to the parchment, trying to ignore the burning in his face. He scribbled a few more words, then gave up. He slammed the book back into his bag and got to his feet, heaving the sack over his shoulder.
"S-see y'all around," he muttered. He moved farther away, realizing slowly that he couldn't escape her forever. She kept drawing his attention, and Kevin wouldn't be able to pretend for long. He forcefully turned away from the other table, trying desperately to focus on the Potions work.
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Post by Georgie Spinnet-Weasely on Sept 15, 2006 19:41:20 GMT -5
Georgie rolled her eyes at Evvie's hijinks. She needed a little practice when it came to this sort of thing. Of course, this was the biased opinion of Georgie Spinnet-Weasely, who was probably just annoyed that she hadn't gotten to embarress Vanity first. But the deed had been done, and a distinctly awkward energy mercilessly filled the library.
Georgie leaned towards Vanity and, speaking in low tones, asked "Aren't you going to go talk to him?" Romance in general was always a source of great excitement for Georgie. "Go, go on!" she ordered, giddily fidgetting in her chair, "Ask him ou-- Wait." Georgie's twittering girlish banter was instantly replaced by a sharp, seriously tone that very rarely manifested itself in Georgie's voice. "Isn't that one of the Malfoy boys? You were looking at a Malfoy?!" She hissed, slightly scandalized. As Georgie awaited Vanity's answer, the contradicting thought of how romantic it would be entered her head: the forbidden love between a Malfoy and a Weasely. Hmm. Georgie felt slightly conflicted at this.
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Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 15, 2006 21:59:11 GMT -5
Vanity felt the pink in her cheeks slowly turn to a deep shade of crimson sliding down in he seat she covered her face with her text book, her red forehead just barely visable. Could Evvie be even more of a flipping loser? she thought viciously staring at her from in behind her book. Shaking her head she lowered her book and looked at Georgie, a confused expression dawned on her face. It was hard enough liking someone you couldn't talk to without embarrassing your self, but to like some one who has been a family rival for years was another thing. Her confused expression quickly changed into a guilty one as Georgies words processed in her head. "Erm, maybe," she said hiding behind her book once more as her face deepened in colour.
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Post by Georgie Spinnet-Weasely on Sept 16, 2006 15:45:29 GMT -5
Georgie snatched the book away from Vanity to reveal her glowing scarlet face. "'Erm maybe' my arse." Georgie told her cousin sharply, "You totally were giving him The Look. And, okay, so he is fantastically cute, and this does have a very Romeo and Juliet romantic... ness-- but are you mental?!" Georgie asked dramatically. Honestly, she had never given either of the Malfoy boys a thought before this. They were Malfoys; her parent didn't like their parents and vice versa. They were Slytherins-- who cared about them? But now there was cause to give Kevin a second glance. Was Vanity insane to go after a Death Eater's son.
"You do know he's a Sytherin, right? A Malfoy? A Death Eater's son? ...Merlin, he is hot isn't he?" Georgie said distractedly as she glanced back at the boy. All thought of Kevin's parentage seemed to dissappear and Georgie turned around excitedly, "He's totally into you too-- go talk to him!" She giggled. Wait, Georgie thought, What was I talking about before? Hmm. Ah well. Scattered-brain Georgie, barely enough room in her head to keep track of more than one thought at a time. And easily distracted by cute boys. What was that Muggles called it? ADD? ADHD?
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Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 17, 2006 20:11:31 GMT -5
Heaving a huge sigh Vanity folded her arms on the table and set her head inside of them, she closed her eyes tight, wishing her skin to turn back to its normal colour. "I know he's a Mafloy, and I know he's a Slytherin, she said her dramatic voice muffled by the sleeves of her robes.
Vanity shot up suddenly at Georgie's last comment. "Are freaking bloody insane?" she hissed stealing a glance at Kevin beofre glaring back at her cousin. "First of all why would he be interested in me? You seem to be forgetting that I am unfortunatly a Weasley. And secondly even if he some how magically had any sort of interest in me, which is highly unlikely. Do you know how bloody pissed my father would be?! He would most likely disown me for all I know!"
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