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| Relaxation Is A -t r e a t-; [closed; Alayna!!] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 25 2006, 03:50 PM (391 Views) | |
| Jacob_Potter | Jul 25 2006, 03:50 PM Post #1 |
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It alwas made his curious as to why divination classes weren't held down her anymore, the room was such a nice calm place. The students could relax and be comfy while they read tea leaves or stared mindlessly into crystal balls. Jacob loved the classroom because of the way it looked and how it took on the forest. It really made one feel like they were in a completely different place and not some old legendary catsle transformed into a school. This was another place Jacob liked to come hidout in, the one he normally had little get-to-togethers with his siblings. It was just that relaxing and he was able to hold long conversations with his sister and little brothers. Though lately with the new year and things happening with classes, Jacob hadn't had much time to get to the room. But today, the oldest Potter boy decided to skip class and come relax in the old divination class. And it was funny considering it was divination he was skipping too, Jacob didn't have the knack for that class and didn't really like it. He would always tell his parents that he didn't have the inner eye and wish he could just cut that class. His mother ofcourse always reminded him that it was required to take it if he wanted to follow his dream of becoming an Auror someday, much like his father once dreamed of. Jacob would always just mumble something under his breath and settle for that even though he hated how his mother always brought his dream up to get him to follow through with a class. Doestn' she know hos boring the teacher is and how hot it gets in that high tower? Jacob could swear that the professor had hidden a dozen fireplaces in that room and magically made them invisable and to never go out. It was just that hot in there. Letting a sigh out and looking around the room, Jacob wished he had a friend to talk to in here. Not a human friend, but a snake friend. None of the snakes would come into the school for fear of getting trampled on or that's what half of them had told Jacob whenever he mentioned them coming into this room. It was a pity they didn't have the courage as most people say snakes do, but he couldn't blame them. Being that small and considering all the girls who would freak out by just seeing a simple snake...well he figured he would freak out too if he was a girl. And then again Jacob knew of at least one girl that would scream her head off by the sight of a simple little snake and that was his sister Alayna. He and her had a pretty interesting relationship with most of the snakes considering they were both parselmouths. Suddenly the memory of first discovering his ability to talk to snakes came flooding into his head. They had been at their grandmother's house for Alayna' birthday party and he was hanging out in the garden with Alayna. Jacob had been the first to discover he could talk to snakes and was happy to find that he had something no one else did...well except his dad and two other men that were now dead. Jacob remembered the look on his grandmothers' face when she had found him talking in a low hissing sound and to a snake for that matter. Now that he thought about it, Jacob wondered if his grandma had screamed because of him holding the snake and not because of how he was talking. That day had been a pretty interesting one indeed because Alayna had been discovered as a Parselmouth too and since then both he and his sister never told anyone about it. Okay so Jacob had told his best friend Romulus but that was it, he didn't trust anyone else that much to tell the secret. Jacob turned his head towards the door when he heard the familar creak and automatically moved his hand to his wand. He didn't know who was coming in or if it was anyone at all. He hoped it wasn't a professor coming to see if any students were hiding out in the old classroom and Jacob had been good to hid behind a large tree when he first came in. He really wasn't in the mood to have another detention considering he just finished up his latest one which had lasted for a whole week. Sure it had been a good prank he pulled on some of the Slytherins but the weeks worth of detention wasn't fun at all. |
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| + Alayna Potter | Jul 25 2006, 06:00 PM Post #2 |
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It was still the beginning of the schoolyear – the first month, actually – but Alayna was tired of it all. The early mornings and structured days did nothing for her. She supposed that learning was a good thing (“You’ll never get anywhere if you don’t try!”), what with the need for good grades to be accepted into most professions, but it sure was boring. Aly grimaced as she leafed through her textbook one more time, trying to read as fast as she could before her next class. Or, that was what she had been doing at one point. She had started out with her mind firmly focused on the task at hand, studying for the quiz she knew would be coming next period, but her mind soon traveled to other matters. It was hard work, studying. After hours of long work, someone really had reason to be tired and annoyed and about ready to shred pages out of a book that blabbered on about mumbo-jumbo no one cared about. But… that was hours of work and, well, Alayna had only been doing about ten minutes of work. Yes, after ten minutes of reading a textbook, Alayna Potter was more than ready to give up. She grimaced again as she pulled herself off of the desk. It was warm out and the Gryffindor Commons were absolutely stifling with no air flow to make the atmosphere feel just a bit livelier. She scooted away from the table and moved to stand up – but was stuck. When she had begun this little study sesh, she had taken off her robe to reveal a much more casual outfit: shorts and a t-shirt. There was no problem with that except for fact that the seat she was sitting in was leather. Needless to say, once Alayna exerted just a bit more pressure to pull herself out of the chair, there was a painful squelch as her skin unattached itself from the chair. Groaning, she glanced at her backside to notice to lovely red patches on the back of her thighs. She glared at them, as if they were some kind of villain, before shrugging her school robe back on. It was heavy and hot, but it was the rules. And Alayna never broke the rules. Never. Hah. So that was a complete and utter lie, but there was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year coming up soon and Aly had no wish to be excluded from it because she forgot to dress in the proper Hogwarts uniform when wandering around the school. Sure, she may pass out from heat exhaustion by the time she reached the Gryffindor portrait, but it was worth a Hogsmeade weekend. It really was, so it was with a slow feet and a heavy cloak that Miss Potter left the Gryffindor Commons and entered into the unknown. She really hadn’t the faintest idea about where she wanted to go, but she wanted to make sure that it was far away from where she had spent those torturous ten minutes studying. Such horrible memories, those ten minutes. Well, no one ever claimed that Alayna was a Ravenclaw (and if anyone did, well, I must ask them, Are you dense?). She didn’t have bad grades, per se, but she couldn’t boast a ranking as best student of her year of even of the members of her year that were also in her house. She scraped by with passing grades and the occasional high approval of a teacher. To be honest, the only class Alayna did exceptionally well in was Charms. It was not the only class she had received an O (for Outstanding!) in, but probably the only one she truly deserved. But those were trivial matters, ones Alayna tried not to bog down her mood with. She preferred to walk with a skip in her step and a smile on her face and thinking about her grades would do neither. She was walking aimlessly, occasionally taking a staircase here or there, until she finally reached the main floor. She thought about going outside and even made a move towards the Entrance Hall, but changed her mind at the last moment. Her eyes gazed down one of the hallways she had spent most of her First Year traveling. Now those were memories that did bring a skip to her step and a smile to her lips. She had a year older brother, Alayna did, and when she was a First Year here, she hung out with him as much as she could. She was horribly dependent, even if she did have her own friends. They would meet in that room and just hang out sometimes, talking and whatnot. When the twins had come to Hogwarts, they had even joined in the fun. Alayna connected that room with family and so she began to move in that direction. She stopped just for a second outside the door, wondering if anyone would be in there. It would put a damper on the memories if someone was; sometime during her Second Year she had begun to think of the room as the Potter Away-From-Home Family Room. She didn’t feel like finding someone in it now and having the memory tainted a bit, but she persevered anyway. Turning the handle and pushing forward, she stepped back into the room and took just a few moments to glance around. Her eyes landed on the littered supplies of an old Divination class that had never been picked up before darting to the person who was there in the middle of it all. JACOB! She closed the door hurriedly behind her and dashed into until she was about, oh, .5 centimeters away from him. Looking practically straight up to see his face, Alayna let out a cheerful, “Hi! Imagine you being here. I was taking a bit of a break from the most awful studying. Bloody Transfiguration and all that. I thought the book was going to eat because every two seconds I kept falling towards it. Of course that could be because I was just really tired. I don’t really like studying, you know?” Her grinned never faded throughout this string of words, though her breath did come in miniature gasps. |
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| Jacob_Potter | Jul 26 2006, 05:06 PM Post #3 |
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Hearing the creak of the door would probably scare anyone who was in the room and had their mind forget about the world outside it. And that's exactly what happened to Jacob whenever he came into the long forgotten room. But it wasn't exactly forgotten to him though, it was the one place where he could meet up with his younger siblings and catch up on things since all of them were in seperate houses....well not him and Alayna which was a shame because he couldn't be closer to the twins. But at least his he had his snake talking buddy with him half the time and that's something Jacob loved about having his sister sorted into the same house as him. He could talk to her all the time if he wanted to and whenever he was bored or felt daring, he would sneak a garden snake into the common room and hang out with Alayna to have small conversations. Of course they would be in either his dorm room when no one else was around or would run off somewhere else so other people couldn't hear them talking strangley. As he poked his head around the corner and saw the familar shape of his sister, Jacob let a smile leap onto his face as he watched her run over to him. Jacob leaned back for fear of his sister tripping and falling on top of him and plus at how close his sister came up to his face and started talking at a fast pace. He had to blink a few times to fully catch what she was saying, but Jacob was used to this. She was his sister for Merlin's sake, he was used to her fast talking and no breaks between breaths...that is if she took any breaths when she was talking this fast. Jacob just sat there waiting for her to finish and he could get a few words in, which might turn out to be a little difficult. A lot of people always wondered how he could understand her when she talked this fast and he woud just explain that he's known her all her life so he was used to it and you gotta spend a lot of time with her to actually get the whole talking fast and understanding her thing down. "Well, its good to see you too. It was trying to eat you? You don't say." he knew he was probably being a little to over sarcastic, but that was just him. Jacob could understand how it felt to be exhausted from studying a simple book of Transfiguration, but he seemed to have a small knack for that class and a few things came easily to him. Plus he knew what she was probably studying considering he only took that class just last year and most of it was starting to become refreshed in his mind from all the quizzes he's taken this year in that class. The professor was determined to make his brain rot from constant quizzes and testes and memorizing old spells to understand the new harder spells. And he could remember the few nights he had stayed up studying for a simple test that he could probably past real easily, but he knew it was probably a bit harder for Alayna. What with her just starting her sixth year and getting a rest from O.W.L.S. Nodding his head in agreement about the rest of what she said, Jacob started to wonder why she had thought to come here of all places. Maybe she had missed the room just as much as he had considering it was where they had met a lot back in his second year and her first. Jacob rememberr those days as if they had only happened yesterday. Alayna would follow him aorund everywhere almost and constantly ask him to show her a secret hiding spot or this room. Jacob could remember the first time he had brought his baby sister in here and the look on her face. It was so funny he ended up falling to the floor laughing his head off and it wasn't the first time he had seen that face of hers at something he'd shown her on the castle grounds. Jacob had been determined to show her everything, from the Owlery all the way down to the Black Lake. They even visited Hagrids' old hut and said hello to the half gaint that had been their fathers' close adult friends. "So having trouble with Transfiguration? Care to have some seventh year help? I could probably find all my old notes and you can study those if you want." Jacob said trying to remember already where he had stuffed that notebook full of notes and incantations. A lot of people didn't think he would take so many notes down for a simple class, but Jacob even admitted that Trasnfiguration wasn't just a simple class that you could remember my heart each lesson the professor taught. Though now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if the professor was following the same curiculum as they had last year when he was in sixth year. "Just tell me what you're studying about and I'll see if I can help." he added after thinking about it for awhile. |
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| + Alayna Potter | Jul 26 2006, 07:28 PM Post #4 |
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Alayna barely registered whatever it was that she had just said to Jacob. She knew what she had meant to say, but sometimes the words just came out in jumbles that even she couldn’t decipher. That rarely bothered her, however, because the people that she was close with at least got the gist of the message and could respond to it in kind. For those that didn’t get the message, well, too bad for them. Sometimes strangers gave her crap for talking so fast; some even said she was being rude and purposely not making sense. That was After her little speech, she stepped back a few paces, allowing Jacob a bit more room. She glanced over her shoulder and moved back until she was at the edge of the desk and then placed her hands on the edge to push herself up. Okay, so she was planning to take a bit more that just a little itty bitty break from studying. She was planning to blow off the free time she had until class and just hope for the best when it came to the class. This past week they had been working on color changing spells in reference to the human body, such as eyes. It was a simple spell and they were only doing it to help review from last year. Most of her teachers were doing the same thing: going over stuff from the sixth years OWLs year because most likely they had been determined to forget it over the summer. Alayna knew she had. This past summer had been full of relaxing and fun with no worries about school, except for when the grades came in. The eye color changing spell was one that Alayna was okay with and had even been using since they relearned it. Oh, she was plenty fond of her green eyes – a color she inherited from her father – but this spell also changed the hue so that it could be a dark green or a very bright green. Alayna preferred the bright green. It represented her hyper and cheery personality, but it also gave some people quite the scare. One morning she had awoken earlier than she had told one of her roommates to wake her up. She cast the spell on herself so that her eyes morphed into a brilliant green. When her friend went over to wake her up, she sat up quickly and stared wide-eyed at her friend. In the girl’s words, she looked like “an incredibly blood-thirsty vampire”. The thought squicked her a bit – drink blood? No thanks – but she still found the reaction incredibly amusing. Currently, she had altered the color of her eyes even now to a just a bit brighter than their natural color. It was funny how people sometimes just stared at her. Well, when they stared at her eyes… otherwise it was just freaky. "Well, it’s good to see you too. It was trying to eat you? You don't say." Alayna scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out at him in response to that comment. “Yes, I do say!” She responded haughtily, or as haughtily as she could manage to pull off with her poor acting skills. “It has vicious teeth, too. And don’t tell me books can’t have teeth! Don’t you remember one of dad’s old textbooks? Almost took off my bloody finger.” Indeed one of Harry Potter’s books had. She had been searching upstairs in the attic last year, looking for books that could help her with her O.W.L.s. Her parents had said they had kept most of their old schoolbooks (for some reason) but had stored them in some trunks up in the attic. Well, going through dusty boxes and trunks in a dark room didn’t scare Alayna one bit. She marched up there with a candle (she couldn’t use her wand, much to her annoyance) and once she had found her father’s old chest, stuck her arm inside. And was bit. By a book. Yeah, it sounds weird to most anyone who hears. "So having trouble with Transfiguration? Care to have some seventh year help? I could probably find all my old notes and you can study those if you want." “Notes?” Alayna intoned incredulously. Notes? Those were the little things you wrote on pieces of parchment in class and passed to friends, right? How would messages to Romulus hel- oh. He was talking about the kind of notes you took during a lecture. Well, again, it can’t be said that Alayna was a Ravenclaw or even thought like one at times. She supposed they might be put to good use if he were to give them to her. She was honestly trying to study for the class, but her low tolerance for poorly worded books often got the best of her. But if her brother was offering to help her, she wasn’t about to deny the chance to get ahead of the class. Aly was suddenly reminded of a year mate, Erika Beaumont, that she was often as odds with in relation to classes. The other girl was a Ravenclaw, and a good one at that. Although they were friends, Alayna also considered her a rival. They had some of the same interests, but both were great at a subject the other wasn’t. So Alayna didn’t mind having conversations with her to get some help on homework, but if she could get ahead of the game, ahead of Erika, without Erika’s help… “I’ll take ‘em! All of ‘em! Give me what you got, bro’.” Alayna chirped. Her hand rose almost as if she were about to pump a fist into the air. Looking at it bemusedly, she blushed and quickly set it back down on the table she was sitting on. Sometimes she really could get too into things. “In Transfiguration we’re just reviewing some things from last year, but the professor says that she will be throwing in some new things for these next few quizzes.” She quirked a little smile at Jake, hinting at what she said next: “So, maybe if we happen to be doing the same things you did last year, I could actually get the questions about the new stuff, you know, right.” What a marvel that would be: Alayna Chryseis Potter actually taking the time to “look ahead in the book”. Well, sort of. |
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