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Post by RYAN ALYXANDER LEWIS on Feb 27, 2011 20:03:55 GMT -5
 just gonna stand there and watch me ( B U R N )
... // B U T T H A T S A L R I G H T B E C A U S E I L I K E T H E W A Y I T H U R T S;;. . . . . . . . . . .
Ryan sat on a chair in the Gryffindor common room. It was in a corner close to the windows. The windows were open and the wind blew into her face. Pushing her blond hair back behind her then coming back down gently to rest in her face when the wind retreated back. Ryan's hair was long but not that. It was the same as her sister's, of course that was because they were twins. It was Thursday night so she was wearing her school uniform, with her skirt. She really hated the skirt; it was always annoying... at least to Ryan. She showed up for class one day in the boys uniform (her older brother's old uniform. She knew it would come in handy someday) and got a month’s detention. Boy, did Ryan love detentions.
Ryan's eyes were on the book in front of her. Not really reading anything. Ryan hated to read most of the time. It was a book on the history of Rome. Words of wisdom some might say. History isn’t nor was it ever, Ryan's best subject nor her favorite. Ryan didn't really have a favorite class since she sometimes ditched and got detention for it. If the teacher noticed that is. Now she was working on history, which was quite boring taking it from Ryan's perspective, and probably many other students. Professor Binns was still teaching and if Ryan was evil she would want to kill him again. He'd given her a weeks detention in first year because she asked a question. Sure the question was something along the lines of 'did chickens ever rule the wizarding world' but still! No one gets in trouble for asking a question!
With a sigh, Ryan reached into her bag next to her and pulled out a muggle notebook. She placed her hand on the front and opened it carefully. Ryan flipped through the thin pages in her notebook. They were covered in drawings and not one inch of it had escaped pencil marks. Even the front had been colored into an exact picture of the Hogwarts castle. Ryan refused to show anyone these drawings. Not even her siblings or Lyon, her twin. She didn't show Alice either. It was one of her secrets she had at Hogwarts. She had way too many for her own good. But they were all worth keeping. Besides everyone has at least one guilty pleasure.
Ryan got up and made her way to the window with a ledge in front of it, thoroughly bored. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window. She heard the rain splattering the walls. Someone walking by and Ryan quickly opened her eyes and took her notebook and hid it behind her back. No where better to hide it without throwing it out the window. Anybody could find it then. There was no way anybody would see what she had drawn. She liked having secrets sometimes.
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Post by THOMAS CHAUNCEY VALONTEAN on Feb 27, 2011 21:25:39 GMT -5
 Up all night, restless and unsettled, Thomas had been staring from the windows for hours. He’d paced through his room, through the halls, over the moving stairs, anywhere that he could think to walk, save for those places that could get him in trouble, if he were to be found there. He’d read books, looked over old letters, thought over her past and authored a few new letters to his family that he’d send in the morning. He’d done nearly everything he thought he could get away with, not wanting to wake those around him, or anyone in the school. He just couldn’t get to sleep, and his mind would not empty of thoughts. He couldn’t help but think of her, of his family, of what he’d do when he was done with school. His head just couldn’t calm, and his heart wouldn’t stop beating, faster than it should have been. He’d done his best to lay in his best and just breath, just calm himself and fall to sleep, but something was stopping him.
Hours later, hours of grueling silence and darkness, the sun began to shine through his window, and he’d been quick to get ready for the day. Casual dress, a white jacket, a gray shirt, a Gryffindor scarf and a pair of blue jeans, a comb through his tangled mess of blonde hair and he was ready for the day. And what a day it would be! He had homework to complete, people to talk to, letters to mail and things to study. He hated to be anything but as busy as he could make himself.
He grabbed the letters from his bed, lacing up his shoes. Looking at the mirror on his side table, he started into his green eyes, no smile reflecting back at him. He was never in favor of who he turned out to be in the looks department, and he wasn’t in favor of what it did for him. Girls piling on like flies, following him around and trying to get close to him and never giving him space to breath. He disliked it, and he found it really hard to become friends with them, though he didn’t suppose that he wanted to anyways.
He slipped out of the dorm and the commons room as quickly as he could, making his way along the cold corridors to where he could mail his letters. He didn’t have an owl of his own, not having the funding to try to purchase something like that, so he’d just borrow one of his few friends. The trip wasn’t long, and the owl was in good condition, so no far would be done. He loved sending and getting letters from his younger siblings, knowing that they were okay, know that they were happy and as content as possible. He’d threatened his parents with their lives, if they so much as looked at his younger siblings wrong.
Taking his time, Thomas made his way back to the Gryffindor commons room. He’d not talked to his friends for quite some time, whether it be from not having time, or just not having a reason to be around them. He was a loner by nature, and he didn’t mind being alone for a long period of time, but he wouldn’t mind having a nice conversation with a good old friend. As he stepped through the portrait into the commons room, he smiled to himself. Ryan.
He folded his arms over his chest and stepped towards her. ’I didn’t suppose that I’d be seeing you around any time soon. I mean, we’re only in the same year and the same house,’ he remarked lightly, moving to sit on one of the many seats. No one else would have been up this early, and he certainly didn’t mind. Ryan was fun and interesting, his oldest friend from school. He would definitely enjoy any conversation that was made between the two of them.
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Post by RYAN ALYXANDER LEWIS on Feb 27, 2011 22:11:56 GMT -5
just gonna stand there and watch me ( B U R N )
... // B U T T H A T S A L R I G H T B E C A U S E I L I K E T H E W A Y I T H U R T S;;. . . . . . . . . . .
Ryan laughed lightly and turned her head easily recognizing the voice. "Well, class has been annoying me lately. I don't really feel much like going anymore." Ryan quickly glanced at Thomas and then back to the window. The Black Lake was calm and still, like always. She smirked. She hadn't seen Tom in a while, and they were great friends but she hadn't pulled a prank in about two days. Which was absolutely unusual and she had been getting some anxious glances from students and even a few of her professors. She really held this school up with her pranks. She needed more people to help her, like a gang. Like the Marauders whom she modeled herself after.
"Remember first year, how we met?" Ryan whipped her head around to look back at her friend. She tried to make her smirk disappear but failed miserably. "We should have made it a tradition to always throw you into the lake in the beginning of the year. Though it wouldn't be the same." Absentmindedly Ryan started playing with her hair twisting it around her finger. She looked at Tom but kept getting distracted and started focusing on other things. Mostly the moving pictures. The pictures on the third floor seemed to hate her. Probably because in her fourth year she had somehow managed to get them covered in dungbombs. After all these years dungbombs were still the smelliest pranks ever. Ryan needed to stock up on hers. She only had five and they were hidden in a box under one of her dorm mate's bed....or was it in the closet. Ryan could worry about that later. She focused back on her friend and smiled at him then her eyes and head wondered back out the window.
Ryan looked up at the sky. "I wish it would rain." Anyone, especially her friends and Professor McGonagall, would know that Ryan loved rain. Ever since she was little rain was her favorite thing in the world along with music. She would often be found outside at school, dancing or jumping around in the rain. Lyon had always joked with her that their next family photo shoot should be in the rain. They'd told their father and he'd tried but no photographer wanted to take a photo in the rain. So Ryan just settled with being in the rain any time she could. When we was thirteen she had gotten sick and it had been raining outside. Her family left her alone for five minutes and when they returned she wasn't in her room. They'd looked everywhere and finally found her outside - dancing in the rain. So unlike most families....they joined her. Her dad grabbed his trumpet and they danced and laughed and sang in the rain.
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Post by THOMAS CHAUNCEY VALONTEAN on Feb 27, 2011 22:32:36 GMT -5
The memory of how they first met. It was nice to remember clear back to then, years ago. It had been a long time. . . but their friendship had lasted this long, and it would probably last for the rest of their lives. She’d pushed him into the water. He’d been angry, but not for long. She had a way about her that seemed to cool his temper. And, being the girl that brought out his small temper, it was a good thing that she could rid it just as quickly. His temper, though miniscule and hard to bring out, was fierce and could cause lots of damage to those around him, though he would never let it get that far.
He spread himself out, his head tipping back and leaning against the back of the seat, his eyes closing. Leading a busy, stressful life, he enjoyed moments that allowed him to sit around and take a breather. And that’s exactly what he intended to do with the moment. In the company of someone he trusted, he felt comfortable and relaxed, something that didn’t often happen.
He thought back over their past. He’d told her so much of his past. He’d told her about how his parents had left him to look after his siblings, how he’d had be practically raise his sisters while his parents were off enjoying their lives. He’d told her about Kristy, about his love for her and how much he missed her. He’d told her how much he worried about his siblings and his plans to take them as far from his parents as he could as soon as he was done with schooling. He’d told her nearly ever secret in his book, which was something that never happened, unless he completely trusted someone.
Thomas opened his eyes slowly at her comment about the rain. She did love the rain. ’The rain. I suppose it hasn’t rained for a few days. Maybe we’ll get lucky. If it does, we’ll go out and,’ he stopped for a moment, raising his hand to cover a yawn before continuing. ’dancing around a bit,’ he finished, leaning forward. Resting his elbow on his knee, he put his chin in the palm of his hand, his eyes tracing the room.
’How’s life been treating you lately Alyxander?’ he said, his tone a bit more teasing that usual. He knew that, the second he opened that door, she’d come right back with the name he preferred to, well, not be called. He wasn’t necessarily closed to the idea of having a playful chat with her, and he didn’t mind hearing the name he didn’t like all that much. Best friends could share amongst themselves and not be hurt by a simple name.
Smiling, he knew it would be a good day. He was already in a much better mood.
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Post by RYAN ALYXANDER LEWIS on Feb 28, 2011 19:25:46 GMT -5
just gonna stand there and watch me ( B U R N )
... // B U T T H A T S A L R I G H T B E C A U S E I L I K E T H E W A Y I T H U R T S;;. . . . . . . . . . .
Ryan wished she could will the sky to rain. For some reason the rain fascinated her. She had no reason. Like when you go to a store and buy a ton of things and use all your money. You did just that because you wanted to. Ryan liked the rain - because she did. She didn't need a reason and she probably never would. If asked she would say, 'because' and most likely walk away. Ryan never really felt she needed to answer to anyone except her friends. She was normally good in admitting something she did wrong, unless it was a prank. Then she blamed it on the nearest person possible. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. It was all really a matter of chance. Her sister Lyon said that a small dot in her eye glows red for a second when she lies but Ryan thought it might have just been the lighting that day. Glowing red was for danger and evil - something (or someone) like Voldemort. Ryan laughed slightly at that thought. She actually liked red but it was kind of the signal for evil sometimes.
"That would be so much fun! We should invite McGonagall and Hagrid!" Okay, sometimes Ryan went a little overboard but who could blame her? When it came to the rain with Ryan, nothing was not possible. Ryan looked back out the window then across the common room. She studied the paintings. A few were sleeping others were eating fruit or doing other things. "Is all paintings can eat is fruit?" Random, but Ryan never saw any of the paintings eating meat or anything else. It had always been fruit. Ryan loved fruit but she wondered if paintings could even eat other things. If they really ate the food. Did paintings have bathrooms? Ryan would have to ask the fat lady that question next time she left the common room. Ryan wondered if when she died she could be in a painting. She would want to be hung up in the girls dorm so she could see the girls that would be there throughout the next generations. Or on a tree in the forbidden forest. She could stick to it with a permanent sticking charm.
"Absolutely horrid Thomas. I keep getting looks, like people are expecting me to pull another prank and my brain is dead! Dead I tell you! I can't come up with one single prank idea! Even the teachers are expecting something." Ryan sighed dramatically and leaned her head on her knees. "And what's worse, is I need pranking partners. I think I'll put up a notice." Ryan smiled. She was ranting on purpose. It annoyed some of her friends at times, others just didn't care or thought it entertaining. She smiled and looked up at her friend. His same hair that was always messy. Ryan liked to mess it up a lot, especially if he was sitting and she was passing by. It was a sort of game they played, although many people played with her hair. It was still more fun with Tom. "How's life been treating YOU Tommy?" she asked him still smiling.
She was getting into more of a young child kind of mood. She often messed around with the teachers in the morning or slept in their class. In the afternoon though her whole mood just turned crazy. Like she had been given eighteen energy drinks and was too excited to sit still.
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