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Post by alfie alexander chase on Mar 22, 2011 6:40:53 GMT -5
turn it up, heat it up
I need to be entertained Taking a long and heavy drag from his cigarette, Alfie locked his jaw, his lips forming a tight ‘O’, and exhaled the smoke in short bursts. The smoke billowed out before him in small hoops that grew larger the further away they drifted, eventually vanishing into the air completely. The Slytherin watched with bored, hooded eyes as the smoke spiralled and danced into the air. He was currently stood outside of Hogwarts castle, leant up against a tree, resting his weight on his left leg whilst his right was pent up, foot against the bark.From where he was stood, he could see the old caretakers cabin sat, small and worn, besides the pumpkin patch. Alfie knew for a fact that the caretaker was not in his cabin. He was out, up at the school attending to his business. Alfie had spotted him earlier. And even if the caretaker had been in his cabin, Alfie still would have come here for a smoke. He always did. He sort of liked it here.
Taking the final drag, Alfie flicked away the butt, watching with little interest as it hit the ground some distance away. Exhaling the last of the smoke from his lungs, the Slytherin pocketed his hands and kicked himself form the tree. He’d had his fill of poison, now it was time for something to eat.
Once Alfie had reached the school he’d headed straight for the kitchens. The Feast would be soon but he didn’t care. He was hungry now. A snack would keep him satisfied until the Feast began. Rummaging in his pants pocket, he retrieved a small shrivelled up white bag, filled with a range of different sweets and mints. Alfie picked up a small oval shaped sweet, one that was known to instantly freshen up a persons breath. It tasted fucking awful, but it worked, so Alfie quickly shoved it into his mouth, chewed and then swallowed with a slight grimace.
He was fast approaching the kitchens now. Once he reached the portrait door he muttered the correct password and entered when he was granted access. Stepping further into the kitchen, he placed his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly before moving to take a seat on the corner of an empty table. A house elf had appeared, seconds after hearing the whistle. Alfie barely paid him any attention as he listed off what it was he wanted.
“Make me a sandwich. Ham and cheese.” He helped himself up onto a tables corner. “Stick some cucumbers on there too.” He ordered and snapped his fingers impatiently when the house elf didn’t immediately move. “Whilst we’re young, yeah?”
“Yes sir.” The house elf quickly nodded his head at Alfie and hastily scurried off to make his sandwich. The Feast was soon but the House Elf knew better than to point this out whenever Alfie came in looking for food.
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Post by stella celeste greyback on Mar 22, 2011 17:07:06 GMT -5
  "Think, just think for a moment," she hissed, rubbing her pale porcelain fingers against her temples. "Give me a happy memory. Any happy memory. What should I use?" Stella Greyback stared angrily at the small young House Elf sitting beside her in the kitchen's corner. The past few weeks had been hard, making the creation of a Patronus even harder. Yet she couldn't imagine how hard it must have been for the poor elf. He stared up at her blankly, his large bat-like ears swiveling for a moment as he listened in on another conversation. Stella's eyes narrowed in distaste. "Answer me!" She paused for a moment, taking a breath. She never liked to get angry at such strange creatures. It was like yelling at inanimate object. Absolutely useless.
"Miss... Er, Greyback." He replied, a tiny bead of sweat rolling down his thick leathery head. It seemed even the name made him nervous. "Do you have any fond child memories? Wulfred knows halfbloods have such wonderful lives." He forced a smile, curling his long sickly fingers into a curved claw-like fist. He wasn't angry, or at all temperamental. But his voice was thinly laced with sarcasm. He had had a difficult day. And being called to tend to a Ravenclaw student's spell casting abilities was certainly not what he was hoping to get done. "Something with... your mother?" Wulfred knew perfectly well Stella's father was a Snatcher. And if he wasn't off having his way with a mud-blood, than he was certainly locked up in Azkaban.
Stella's lips curved into an inquisitive smile, yet not at all friendly. "Just because I'm a Werewolf's child doesn't mean I can't be a pureblood." Her hand went for the wooden spoon. But instead, she took her wand. "My mother is dead. Although I suppose I could use another memory of her." Her smile softened, and her icy blue eyes began to calm. There she was again, normal Stella.
With a soft cough, she raised her wand and closed her eyes. The lids fluttered for a moment, as the bright lights of the kitchen made them squint and look away. But no one was in here besides the House Elves. And she made them swear never to tell a soul about her magic practices. "Expecto patronum!" A flash of wintertime stood boldly before her shut eyes, its image clear in her mind. Her mother's cheek was soft and covered in flour, as it always was. The strong smell of gingerbread made her mouth water as Christmas carols rang through her ears. She'd been practicing this charm ever since her third year. And by her sixth, she'd finally mastered it.
She opened her eyes as she watched the large slender timber wolf leap across the room, never shaking a plate. Wulfred's eyes widened, along with multiple other small poorly dressed House Elves. She had performed her charm before in the kitchen, yet never had the gotten used to the wolf. It was her only to get in touch with her wolf heritage, as Animagi's were impossible for her. And her father refused to change her.
Suddenly, the wolf paused. The smell of smoke burnt her nostrils, though she wasn't sure if it was the foot in the pots or a student's cigarette. Stella whirled around, staring blankly at the endless array of spices instead of the approaching Slytherin. Ugh, how she hated Slytherins. She quickly looked down at Wulfred, who had swiftly ran off to make the sandwich. Then, at the patronus. The wolf was still there, standing beside her. But it's image had faded in a faint glow of light. "Expecto patronum," she whispered.
Stella stole a glance at the Slytherin, only a year younger than she was. He was cute. But Stella never had a taste for the haughty arrogant types. And besides, that would make her a cougar. But he probably liked the idea of that. "Ham and cheese?" she asked, quirking a brow as she slowly turned on her heels. "Are you sure? I prefer to wait for dinner myself."
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Post by alfie alexander chase on Mar 26, 2011 14:04:10 GMT -5
Alfie had been in his own world completely when a voice penetrated his thoughts, so he didn't immediately notice the female or see the glow of the patronous as it dispersed into the air. Once she spoke he eyed the girl stood across the room, a slow half smile tugging at his lips. He didn't recognize her, which was strange because she was pretty damn sexy and Alfie always made a note to remember the sexy ones at the school. Judging by her uniform she was a Ravenclaw. Which was a shame, Ravenclaws were usually pretty boring people. They were all about books and studying and lectures and blah blah blah. It was rare they were ever up for some fun. Well... the kind of fun Alfie liked to have at least. Still, the fact that this girl was a Raven wouldn't deter Alfie from being his usual flirty self.
"Yeah, ham and cheese is a classic." he winked and began pulling at a loose thread on the sleeve of his robes. It stank of smoke. He'd have to do something about that. Couldn’t have the professors putting him in detention. They could always tell the difference between smoke from a potion or experiment gone wrong and cigarette smoke. "and I'm fucking starved." he continued on as he began shrugging his way out of his dark robes. He placed the robes across the tables surface and removed his wand from his shirt pocket. One flick of his wrist and a quiet murmur of words and the dark cloth was free of their stench. When Alfie had dressed himself in his robes again, satisfied with their fresh scent, the house elf had returned with his sandwich. They were always fast with his food. They knew better than to take their time with him, even when they were preparing for the feast.
“Cheers.” He thanked the house elf and took the offered plate. The house elf blinked owlishly, shocked, as if he couldn’t quite believe that Alfie Chase had just thanked him. But Alfie didn’t pay the small elf any more attention, he had taken a seat on the tables edge and was now helping himself to his sandwich.
"These house elves know how to make a good fucking sandwich." Alfie grinned at the female and then after taking another large bite of his sandwich he eyed the female over again. This time he did it more slowly, with an almost predatory glint in his stare. "What's your name then?"
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