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Les Mots · 09-27-2008, 11:35 PM

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Originally Posted by mc.soldier

Seems like Travis was done with dinner. He had been sitting at the Gryffindor table without touching his food for a while and he thought it was time to leave.

He had been beyond excited to finally come back to Hogwarts after the summer holidays, but excited was the last thing Travis was. Caitlin's news had really affected him something bad. He didn't have a clue how he was going to get through classes the next day, what with Irial's unknown condition. Unknown referring to Travis not knowing if his best friend was dead already or not.

Travis tried to swallow a lump in his throat and pushed his dark hair out of his light gray eyes, and made his way away from the Gryffindor table and out of the Great Hall.

Having choked down a less than satisfactory meal, Lola took to taking her rounds. The young starlet strolled by the Gryffindor table, with a heart-warming grin plastered to her red lips, scarlet and mustard yellow reflecting in her brown eyes, murky with boredom. The feast had slowed down to a routine. No longer did Lola's heart, which she fancied little and as fragile as a hummingbird, tremor and pound with a symphonic loudness. Hearing the regular thump thump in her chest cavity unnerved her. So boring.

Lola twirled a tress of honey-spun hair around a pale fingernail; she'd forgotten to stop by a manicurist before the train and get them swathed in house pride green. And none whosoever could do it like Jin Lee. Lola fancied her nails very much. The hands were the most expressive of any parts. They held fans. They waved. They held one's true love in a tight, passionate grip. A little smirk marred her grin. They slapped.

Midway down, she spotted a boy, and halted, watching him. Normally, she'd bypass any such person, having been a 'martyr for her art'. Boyfriends were potholes on the road to fame, she thought sniffily. So, she ignored them altogether. But this one. Was distressed. It was an uncommon feat for manly men men, Lola had to admit, but she also felt something stretch from inside her and reach out to him. Something she imagined to be a golden hand or something venerable in that neighborhood. Suddenly, she was feeling very unlike her house's cardinal rule. Snubbery and snobbery. Maybe it was the infectious happy-go-lucky vibe of the Gryffindors. Dropping her chin demurely and raising it in inspired deliberation, Lola clacked forward, in grave danger of killing herself with the kind of heels she wore. Nearing the young man, she recognized him as that boy. That boy. Caitlin knew him? Oh, that boy. Her eyes crinkled slyly before she approached him and matched his pace.

"Are you alright?" she queried, turning to look at him with a cocked brow. "I know the food's not exemplery, but I don't think you've gone ill?"

09-27-2008, 11:35 PM	#531 (permalink)
Les Mots Dumbledore's Gargoyle Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Small-Town, USA Posts: 6,682	Foreign Intrigue Quote: Originally Posted by mc.soldier Seems like Travis was done with dinner. He had been sitting at the Gryffindor table without touching his food for a while and he thought it was time to leave. He had been beyond excited to finally come back to Hogwarts after the summer holidays, but excited was the last thing Travis was. Caitlin's news had really affected him something bad. He didn't have a clue how he was going to get through classes the next day, what with Irial's unknown condition. Unknown referring to Travis not knowing if his best friend was dead already or not. Travis tried to swallow a lump in his throat and pushed his dark hair out of his light gray eyes, and made his way away from the Gryffindor table and out of the Great Hall. Having choked down a less than satisfactory meal, Lola took to taking her rounds. The young starlet strolled by the Gryffindor table, with a heart-warming grin plastered to her red lips, scarlet and mustard yellow reflecting in her brown eyes, murky with boredom. The feast had slowed down to a routine. No longer did Lola's heart, which she fancied little and as fragile as a hummingbird, tremor and pound with a symphonic loudness. Hearing the regular thump thump in her chest cavity unnerved her. So boring. Lola twirled a tress of honey-spun hair around a pale fingernail; she'd forgotten to stop by a manicurist before the train and get them swathed in house pride green. And none whosoever could do it like Jin Lee. Lola fancied her nails very much. The hands were the most expressive of any parts. They held fans. They waved. They held one's true love in a tight, passionate grip. A little smirk marred her grin. They slapped. Midway down, she spotted a boy, and halted, watching him. Normally, she'd bypass any such person, having been a 'martyr for her art'. Boyfriends were potholes on the road to fame, she thought sniffily. So, she ignored them altogether. But this one. Was distressed. It was an uncommon feat for manly men men, Lola had to admit, but she also felt something stretch from inside her and reach out to him. Something she imagined to be a golden hand or something venerable in that neighborhood. Suddenly, she was feeling very unlike her house's cardinal rule. Snubbery and snobbery. Maybe it was the infectious happy-go-lucky vibe of the Gryffindors. Dropping her chin demurely and raising it in inspired deliberation, Lola clacked forward, in grave danger of killing herself with the kind of heels she wore. Nearing the young man, she recognized him as that boy. That boy. Caitlin knew him? Oh, that boy. Her eyes crinkled slyly before she approached him and matched his pace. "Are you alright?" she queried, turning to look at him with a cocked brow. "I know the food's not exemplery, but I don't think you've gone ill?" __________________ what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance. everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands. D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye.