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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Mar 3, 2011 0:11:49 GMT -5
  It was four o'clock noon and Gene was already beginning to grow weary. Her eyelids began to grow heavy, and her long chocolate brown hair began to slip past her shoulder and over her face. Her long pale legs stretched out across her as they leaned inward together. Her mother had always scolded her about her feet, for she was quite lazy when it came to sitting.
The book in hand was boring. She didn't have interest in Nifflers or Blast-Ended Skrewts. What about the powerful creatures? What about the Werewolves? Gene raised her elbow up to her face and coughed. Light began to spill through the large airy windows, uncovering swirls of dust motes and hidden dust bunnies. It was stuffy in the back of the Library, and seemingly more than usual. Damn, they needed to clean this place. Even the armchairs were coated in it. In the back of the library it seemed to become worse. Nearly no one liked to read there, or hide for that matter. All except for the truly brave Gryffindors or the bookworm Ravenclaws. Yet Genesis knew being discovered in such a place would bring her more house points. At least, if anyone bothered to follow.
But where exactly were they? The thick yellowing pages of the Werewolf stories she so desperately needed. She had spent countless hours searching for them as a second year. Even on the weekends when she had once been mistaken for another house. Gene grunted, slamming her book shut with a soft thump. Two points to Ravenclaw? Two points to Ravenclaw her- Genesis paused for a moment, keeping her gaze straight as she slipped her slender book back into the shelf. The Restricted Section! Why hadn't she thought of that before? Her eyes shot to tiny array of hand mirrors, all reflecting light off of each other. The bright beam of light shot past the velvet rope, passing the warning sign by a merely few inches. Ha, it was really too easy.
Genesis stood, brushing the off the dust that clung to her black skirt. "Thank you," she murmured, flicking the first mirror as it spun to the side. The beam of light quickly disappeared. "Oops," she mouthed, a small smile playing at her lips. Taking a look over her shoulder, Gene stepped over the rope. She had done this many times before, though she still braced herself for any alarming spell. All was quiet. She couldn't help but chuckle softly. Sneaking into the back of the Library? How Slytherin of her.
"Genie!" the voices rang, clear and loud as they squealed inside her head. "Why in the world are you in the Library, Genie?" Genesis sighed, slipping into the pale gloomy blue shadows as she began searching for a book. Her friends had always told her to stay away from this place, yet they all had guilty pleasures of their own. Her's just happened to be reading. "We thought better of you, Genie. Why not come outside? We have the nicest little first year I'm sure you'll enjoy talking with. She's such a pet. C'mon, Genie!" With a tired sigh, Genesis ran a hand through her hair.
There they were, the beasts. It was a popular subject among many who fancied the dark arts. Some liked to use them as guard dogs, others liked to scoff at them and call them names. Which was a great understatement compared to the many names she had heart her parents call Nana. But there they were, sitting right in front of her. Her large hazel eyes searched hungrily among the many shelves. Wandering with Werewolves, by Gilderoy Lockhart. The title sounded wretched, and the author himself was the biggest fake since who knew when. Though even still, Gene wanted to read more.
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Post by jared aubrey chance on Mar 6, 2011 23:15:37 GMT -5
  Jared yawned as he picked his head up from the book he was studying in. How long had he been in here? It had to be at least two hours, half of which he was zoning out or sleeping during. Jared hadn't gotten a decent amount of sleep in..god, how long had it been? School had been in for a couple of days now, and he hadn't gotten a good amount of sleep since then. He blamed school. It was always on his mind, with this year being his OWLs year and the stress of last year getting to him. Jared never had to study hard for anything. It always had come naturally to him. That was, until last year. Last year, things got harder, and with the harder courses came more homework, and more homework meant that he had to stay up later, and staying up later meant coffee and/or energy drinks, and those things meant staring at the ceiling for an extra four hours that he couldn't sleep. Soon, it became a regular thing. He couldn't sleep right. He couldn't eat right. Hell, he'd be falling asleep in class if it weren't for energy drinks. Those kept him up. Staying awake soon became a habit, even without the energy drinks and coffee. He didn't dare tell his parents, though. They'd get worried.
No, one of his roommates said that their older brother had a condition similar to Jared's. Insomnia. Jared had heard of it, but he never had it. Not until last year. Jared could stay up for days on end, and it didn't really take a toll on him until the fourth day that he would stay up. Sure, he could take thirty minute naps maybe three times in that first seventy-two hours, but that wasn't nearly enough sleep. It got to the point where he had to kick his roommates out for a whole day and have them lock him in the dorm with nothing to do. It actually worked a lot of the time. This year was a lot better. This year, the most that Jared could stay up was two days. Then he'd crash and burn. He would fall asleep in class, and most of the professors would just let him sleep. He'd spoken to a few of them about his troubles last year. They had understood. Professor Longbottom had even given him some herbs that were supposed to help induce sleep.
They didn't help at all.
Jared rubbed his eyes and looked around the library. There were a few students in here, mostly Ravenclaws and a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs here and there. Rarely was it that Slytherins came in, and if they did, it was in the early morning or late nights when hardly any people were here. Today, however, it seemed that a certain Slytherin had made her way to the library. Jared watched her as she made her way in. She disappeared down one aisle, and Jared went back to what he was doing.
A couple of minutes later, the same Slytherin came out of the aisle and made her way into a certain section that very few were allowed to be in. Jared just happened to be one of the few. He gathered up his books and slipped them into his backpack. A sly grin found it's way to Jared's face as he walked toward the restricted section. He nodded to the librarian and pushed open the gate that held off the students. Gene Arkwright. Jared and the girl had an..interesting relationship. When there were people around, they loathed each other. However, when they were alone, they were friends. See? Interesting. But it was te way it had to be. The Ravenclaws wouldn't approve of Jared being friends with a Slytherin, and it was widely known that Gene would be disowned by her damn bitchy leader if she found out that Gene was even associating with a Ravenclaw, and neither of the two wanted the drama that would come with that.
"Genesis Arkwright. What do you think you are doing here?" Jared said playfully. Nobody else was around, and they were well out of earshot of anybody, so there was no reason that they couldn't act like friends now. "Jeebus, I feel like I haven't spoken to you in..well, since school started." Jared said, shaking his head. He placed his bag on the table in front of the bookshelf and leaned against the same table.
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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Mar 7, 2011 22:24:47 GMT -5
Gene smoothed her skirt as she began to read. Ugh, the Werewolves were totally mis-portrayed. And Lockhart? Saving a town? She didn't think so. Genesis made a face, slipping the book back into it's shelf as her eyes scanned for another. She was expecting something darker. Not another lovie-dovie novel. She knew them well. The ones that always rooted for peace between two nations. Her parents had tried to get her hooked on those many times, pushing fairy tales and romance novels her way. Uck. Even they knew there was no reigning Gene's instincts. Especially at the full moon.
At age thirteen, Gene had killed her first rabbit. Yet her surprise didn't last long, as her persona soon began to change even after her transformations. Gene was different, and her fellow students back at Hogwarts could feel it as well. She was no longer the bubbly child in the clique, she was the observer. Her eyes surveyed carefully as each movement they made seemed like just another mark in her book.
Her hunger had grown as well, more for meat than it was for salad. Even when the word was spoken, her mouth began to water. Beef, chicken, lamb, pork, rabbit, anything placed in front of her, she would eat. Which quickly ended all rumors of Gene's mysterious case of anorexia.
The fifth year's mood swings had also become violently swift. Twice as awful as any other teenage girl's PMS, yet not nearly as territorial as she was finding herself becoming. First she was happy, then sad. One hour she wanted to have another girl's head on a platter, the next she's rather cut off a hand than see her cry. Most of the time, she just wanted to defend. The need to protect in her had also risen. And, unfortunately, so had her hormone level. Gene had needs. Not the needs she had before. The occasion brushing of a hand or bump of a shoulder. Gene was much more flirtatious than that, and within a year had wildly transitioned from shy young fourth year to daring fifth. Yet Gene hadn't merely changed on the inside, she had also changed on the outside too.
Her eyes, young and bright, had grown densely clouded in thought. Their bright hazel color could stare daggers into any unsuspecting victims. Almost like a wolf's. Her hair grew twice as fast, and now wildly tumbled to her waist. Her porcelain skin had gone two shades paler, and against her dark brown hair, many accused her of being morbid. Yet she couldn't hide her completion, as even at her fifth year Gene had already grown an inch. And though her skirts hadn't shrunk, it certainly seemed so.
Gene's hand dug through the long row of books, finally yanking a thick leather bound journal. It looked expensive, once. But the pages seemed yellowed and the cover seemed just about ready to fall off. It was exactly the book she was looking for. Genesis held it in her hand for a moment, smiling softly as she blew off the thin layer of dust it had collected. The cover opened with a small crack, and a small yellow paper flitted out. She paused for a moment, staring down at it as she tried to make out what had been drawn. It was a diagram, small yet extremely detailed. Standing there, was a werewolf.
Gene jumped as a voice called behind her. The book dropped with a soft thump and Gene scrambled to pick it up, hastily tucking the picture inside the cover. "Jared Chance," she replied, lifting herself off the ground and cautiously setting the book on the side table. "Five years, or two weeks?" she asked curiously, smoothing her skirt again. "God, Gene. Small talk? Really? You can do better than that," she thought. Her eyes darted down at herself before dancing back to him. Damn, he looked good. Genesis bit her lip. There it was again. She blamed it on lycanthropy. "So, how's Ravenclaw treating you?"
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Post by jared aubrey chance on Mar 12, 2011 20:24:36 GMT -5
Jared watched as the girl dropped her book onto the table. It was as if she was surprised to see him. Actually, if anything it was him who was surprised to see her, since it was well, the library. Slytherins didn't normally make the library their natural hang-out place. If they had to, they made absolute sure that no Slytherins were in the library when they went in. At least, that's how Jared saw it. Slytherins were Slytherins. They were mean, selfish, manipulative.. Minus Gene. Gene was different. Honestly, Jared thought that she was much more suited in Hufflepuff. Jared had never seen Gene be mean to anyone.
But then again, he didn't see her all that much.
If anything, Jared saw Gene maybe four times a year. Either way, Jared somehow got along with Gene and Gene somehow got along with Jared. They were quite the odd pair. Jared raised an eyebrow at the title. She was looking up werewolves? Well, that was something interesting. The only time that Jared had studied werewolves was in the third year. Why would Gene be looking for information on them? Perhaps she was doing an extra credit essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Jared looked up at her from the book as she picked it up, saying his name. Jared smiled slightly and nodded.
"You know," he started as she put the book back on the table, "lycanthropy is what causes the illness to werewolves around the full moon. They get it when they are first bitten, as it's spread through saliva to blood contact." It occured to Jared then how absolutely nerdy that sounded. He shook his head and chuckled, quickly adding, "Sorry, that sounded really dorky." he said, shrugging. Hey, he wouldn't be in Ravenclaw if he didn't feel the urge to share his smarts every once in a while (or any time he knew he could show someone up in what they knew).
Jared shrugged when she asked how Ravenclaw was treating him. "A right side better than Slytherin must be treating you. My friends aren't the controlling, insulting type." he said, knowing first hand about that Mancuso girl. Christ almighty, she was a bitch. Just cause she was pureblooded, she thought that she was better than Jared. Pfft, if that was true, then why is she dumb enough to sever any ties with anybody who can help her? Because she's a stupid-- Well, that wasn't important. "No offense or anything," he said, realizing how much of a dick he sounded like when he said about her friends.
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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Mar 13, 2011 12:59:07 GMT -5
Gene's eyes dropped down to the table as a sheepish smile played on her lips. She felt small and child-like, like a youngster caught stealing the very last cookie from the cookie jar. Of course, that had never truly happened to Genesis. Her parents never bought cookies. They bought granola bars, awful Muggle food that made her nose scrunch and her tongue rub against the roof of her mouth. Even Nana had disapproved. Maybe because they had always smelt so foul to her. But Gene felt innocent, vulnerable, and soft. It was an unpleasant feeling she rarely allowed herself to get. And those who did inflict it upon her were close friends, and not at all the types she rarely ever saw.
But Jared? She barely got to seem him at all.
She looked down again, a sharp feeling of sadness pounding against her chest. The word "lycanthropy" always made her shudder. But coming out of his mouth? She felt awful. If only he knew what she went through every full moon. If only he could understand what it was like to endure such silent ridicule from her fellow Slytherins. She adored them, of course. But they didn't understand. No one understood. And the only ones who did were locked deep in the dungeons of Azkhaban. Ha, maybe she'd be sent to visit them someday. Or maybe she'd change someone herself. And maybe she wouldn't be so lonely anymore.
"No, not at all," she replied, her eyes wandering from shelf to shelf. Genesis took a shaky breath, running her finger along the rough spine of a book. "Self Inflicted: A Tale of a Werewolf". She could relate to that. "I heard the change is extremely painful as well. From recent studies, most die young. Sometimes by self-inflicted pain, or sometimes by just plain suicide." She chuckled, wondering what her parents would think if Gene ever committed suicide. What would her friends think? Hmm, what a thought.
She shrugged, placing a hand on the book and sliding it across the table and over to her. She didn't like when people snooped through what she read. "You'd be surprised. Once your finally part of the gang, it's not as bad as you think." Genesis finally drew her eyes up. "Now, once you actually have to go hunting for fresh kill," she paused for a moment, a mischievous smile forming on her lips. She meant the lower years. "It gets a little harder."
She quirked a brow as she realized who he was talking about. He knew Karissa too, didn't he? Yes, everyone knew Mancuso. Yet Genesis never really cared about how people saw her friends, or how people even saw her. For a while, she adored it. The attention, good and bad. The gossip, mostly about her very own clique. Even the ridicule was fun to laugh at. Now, Genesis had gotten over it. She didn't despise it. It was more like an old friend, and a very annoying one at that. "None taken."
But what about him? He must of have changed in the past months. She couldn't be the only one with good reason to be under the microscope. All this questioning was beginning to make her feel very anxious. Gene had a strong feeling of distaste.
He must have a girlfriend. A pretty one, a Ravenclaw. With long blond hair and pretty signature Ravenclaw blue eyes. Not like her own muddy hazel ones. Her skin must be soft and creamy, like a little porcelain doll's. When Gene's own skin looked pale and quite sickly. She must dress in pretty skirts, with silly vintage blouses decorated with bows and ribbons. When Gene herself shopped from Muggle stores. Like Urban Outfitters and Forever 21. Yes, his girlfriend must be gorgeous. And they must have been dating for a very, very long time. Genesis suppressed the urge to sneer.
"I suppose you have a girlfriend by now?" she asked playfully, swiftly veiling her spiteful feelings.
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Post by jared aubrey chance on Mar 20, 2011 10:22:48 GMT -5
Jared stretched and leaned against the table. It was nice to see old friends again, especially those who he barely saw, like Gene. Before he had worked with Gene on a project, Jared would have never thought he would be friends with a Slytherin. But honestly, Gene wasn't as bad as most of the Slytherins. She wasn't mean, she wasn't stuck up, she wasn't.. Well, she wasn't Slytherin material. Not toward Jared, anyway. Although, this might have only been toward him because he was her friend and he had helped her through that project. But she wasn't a bitch to him when they first got paired together, not at all. Not like he was to her. At first, he was a complete and total dick to her. But then he realized that she wasn't being what Jared had thought the typical Slytherin would have been.
And that's where the whole friendship began. It all just blossomed from there. Now, Jared didn't say that the two didn't pretend to hate each other to keep the school in balance, but when it really came down to it, Jared would do anything to protect her. Gene was the only Slytherin that he would give his life for. He smiled sheepishly when she had said that he didn't sound dorky. To most people, Jared was an extremely dorky person. Nobody had said it straight out, but Jared knew that when he was with his Gryffindor friends or Hufflepuff friends, he stated random facts about the things that they would be talking about. With his Ravenclaw friends, though, they would have a whole competition.
Talk about a bunch of complete nerds.
Jared nodded. He couldn't imagine what the change would be like. He wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to know in his life. He'd too heard that the change was painful, and Jared didn't like pain. He shook his head. "Could you imagine having to go through that?" Jared would hate to be cursed with that. He would probably have killed himself before he could get to ten changes. It's a curse. Every book says so. It's a curse, and it's so difficult to live your entire life with it. Some people can do it, however, and Jared had to give those people props. Hell, if he knew who they were, then he would probably congratulate them.
But Jared knew that the idea of knowing who some of the people who were would probably scare him shitless. He wouldn't be able to look at the person the same ever again. It actually made Jared wonder if there were actually any creatures like that at Hogwarts. No, no. It couldn't be. They wouldn't allow it. It would be too dangerous.
But, now they were on the subject of houses. Yeah, Slytherins were good. Sure. And Ravenclaws weren't all completely and totally nerds, and Hufflepuffs weren't just put in Hufflepuff because they didn't fit in anywhere else. Well, maybe the second one was just an opinion, but it was the opinion of mostly all Hogwarts occupants. "Yeah, if you say so, Genie. Just don't go for the kill with my little sister, yeah?" he said, an eyebrow raised playfully. He knew that the Gryffindor house and the Slytherin house were born rivals, but hey, his little sister was his little sister.
Jared gave a short nod and looked over to the bookshelves. There were books on all kinds of magical creatures; werewolves, vampires, ghouls, and more. Jared pulled out a small book on vampires, and flipped through it. Nothing caught his eye, so he shut it and put it back onto the shelf before leaning against the table again. Oh, a girlfriend? Ha, yeah, sure. Jared couldn't get a girlfriend. Not at the current moment, anyway. Hell, he didn't even really like anyone at the current moment. Well, not consciously anyway. He might like a couple of girls without knowing it, and a lot of girls probably liked him too, but none that had told him of that fact. "No, no girlfriend. I mean, not now, anyway." Jared couldn't even flirt without something going wrong. Like the other day, Jared had tried to flirt with some blonde girl out in the forest, and yet, it happened to be Annabella, his best friend. God, that was so awkward. However, Jared had smoothed that whole thing over easily enough. "I can't even flirt with a girl without something going wrong." Well, he would have to rely on his nice guy routine. That was enough, right? Right. Of course it was.
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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Mar 21, 2011 20:33:01 GMT -5
Gene couldn't help but smile as she watched Jared listen intently. Most of the time, her other Slytherin friends found her a bore. Her constant rambling about magical creatures made them sigh and roll their eyes, making their dark greasy hair fall over their faces. Not at all like her Ravenclaw friend. He was sweet. Very much so in fact. He never snapped at any of her interests. In fact, he enjoyed them too. Just, of course, only the academic ones. She couldn't imagine him pushing a first year down the moving stairwell. Genesis thought back to her partner project. Jared had treated her like a bastard. His smile fake and mistrusting, his blue eyes icy and irritated. Much more awful than the rest of her friends. It was only after they had finished had he finally calmed. Gene blamed it on his lack of sleep. Not that she stalked him or anything. But they had gotten an A! And, to her surprise, a new found friendship. She paused for a moment, listening to him reply. Didn't that only happen in novels? Genesis suppressed a sigh. She was such a hopeless romantic.
"Could you imagine having to go through that?" she thought, his words echoing through her mind. Gene's eyes widened for a moment as her hand fell on the book, clutching it in a tight claw-like grip. Her long silver and green nails dug into the cover. Anything close to realization and Gene was on red alert. A quizzical gaze, and awkward shrug, anything. But no, but he couldn't fit such innocent pieces together. He might be a Ravenclaw, but he was certainly not that smart. They had only gotten an A-. She relaxed, smiling smoothly as he soon began to move on. She was happy she had made friends with the less quick witted of students. But when it came to some of them, Gene had to be extra careful. And Jared was on the top of her list.
"Of course!" she replied, crossing her fingers behind her back. Sister? What sister? In truth, she hadn't the slightest idea who his sister was, let alone how to avoid her. Her curious hazel eyes wandered to the opposite shelf. Her finger ran along the spines, stopping abruptly at a thin fancily detailed book. "Hunting Werewolves?" she mouthed, her mind wandering far to her childhood with Nana. What had ever happened to her? Gene suspected she had rot in Azkaban. Then, back to earth.
No girlfriend? No fricking girlfriend? Her heart leaped and butterflies quickly began to tickle her stomach. Yet they seemed more like wasps. "On the prowl, are you?" she asked, a devious grin forming on her lips. Her eyes searched hungrily for another book to gaze at. Anything to keep her attention away from Jared himself. "Or are you the nerdy type?" Yes, that's it. Get him irritated, dumbass. That will surely get him into you. Gene had such a way with guys.
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Post by jared aubrey chance on Mar 30, 2011 18:58:15 GMT -5
Now on the subject of his sister, Jared wondered how she was doing. She would obviously be quite confused. Jared knew he was confused and couldn't get around for the life of him for the first couple of days until he met students used to the magical setting. It was his friends who had informed him of the house rivalries and how everybody hated the Slytherins and the Slytherins hated everyone. Before he learned this, Jared thought that it was just a bit of hazing since he was not only new to the school, but new to the whole idea of magic. Hell, in the first week, Jared had gotten into an arguement with a portrait since he wasn't used to them talking when he mentioned (in a murmur, no less) that the portrait was poorly drawn and quite ugly.
Damn portraits. That stupid one of the Fat Lady that guards the Gryffindor tower? Yeah, she won't even let Jared in to see Kayla. Like, really? What did she think Jared was going to do, scream "death to Gryffindors" and avada kedavra them all? No, all he wanted to do was check up on his sister like the over-protective big brother that he was. Was that too much to ask? Well, it shouldn't have been. Jared knew how he felt when he was a first year, and Kayla was lucky to have Jared, because he had explained all of the things that she needed to know. He even got her a head start on some spells and things that she would need. Jared wished that he had that, but he didn't, which sucked.
Nodding, Jared realized that Gene probably didn't even know who his little sister was. Ah, oh well. He would describe Gene to Kayla later and tell her to go and talk to her out of pure boredom. Boy, that would get Kayla some weird stares. But hey, she had to learn some things for herself, didn't she? Yes, of course. What kind of big brother would Jared be if he just handed his little sister all of the necessary information in order to live?
Not a very good one, that's what kind.
Gene continued looking for books on what he assumed was werewolves. That was odd; didn't they already learn about werewolves in third year? Maybe she was doing an extra credit paper. Ah, yes. You've got to love the logic that comes from the Ravenclaw mind. He tried to get a quick glance at the book that she had just pulled out, but didn't really get a good look. It was just beautifully detailed and old-looking. However, when Jared had said about him not having a girlfriend, Gene had seemed surprised. Why was it so surprising to everybody that he didn't have a girlfriend? Was he really that attractive? Well damn, he should use that to his advantages next time. But seriously, did people not realize what a generally awkward person Jared Chance was? Obviously not.
"Is it really that shocking that I have no significant other?" he asked and chuckled at Gene's question. "No, I'm not exactly on the prowl," he said. "But I am keeping an eye out." Jared put a friendly smile on his face. He got called a nerd all of the time, so it really didn't bug him all that much anymore. Besides, his sister had been bugging him about being a "nerd" since he explained all of the houses and everything. She'd call him a nerd and insist that she would get into Gryffindor. "If you even go to Hogwarts," he would always remind her, and she would always guarantee that she was indeed magical and she would in fact get into Gryffindor.
She has to be psychic.
"No, not nerdy. Just logically thinking and intelligently speaking." He nodded and snorted, pushing up pretend glasses and chuckling like a nerd. Yeah, that was stereotypical muggle nerd. But was it stereotypical magical nerd? Honestly, Jared never got the difference. A nerd was a nerd, a smart, intelligent, logical person, and nothing, not different worlds, could change that.
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