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Post by summer jade lacroix on May 17, 2009 4:46:34 GMT -6
 IF I TOLD YOU THAT I REALIZED
YOURE ALL I'VE EVER WANTED
AND ITS KILLING ME TO BE SO FAR AWAY
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It had been a bad day from the start.
You'd think, after seven years at Hogwarts, Summer Lacroix would have learned what was good day, and what was a bad time. But on this day, her common sense seemed to have run away screaming like a muggle staring at a hag. She'd woken up on the floor, her green bedcovers tangled around her. She'd fallen out of her bed. Luckily, no-one had noticed in her dorm, and she stood up quickly; banging her head of the deskside drawers as she did so. She clamped down on her lip to stop herself screaming out loud, only muttering a few choice swear words, before dumping her bedcovers on her bed. Rubbing her sore head, she made her way to the shower, determined that today was not going to be a bad day. The shower wasn't going to cooperate; the water would not get hot, and stayed resolutely cold. After a nice, refreshing cold shower, Summer dressed for the day, making her bed in a hurry so she could get out of her cursed dorm room. That had been a disaster in itself. First, she couldn't find her tie, looking everywhere for the damn green-and-silver striped material; in her drawer, under her bed, even in her shoes, before she found it hanging from one of the four-posters on her bed. Cursing her roommates silently (and of whom were either still asleep or down for breakfast already), she made her way out of the portrait hole, and had tripped her sorry way along the corrider, much to the amusement of other students, who thought Summer banging into everything was utterly hilarous. Summer did not agree on those terms.
Breakfast passed without much humility, unless you count a clumsy first-year dumping their unwanted orange juice over her back, or getting eggs tangled in her hair; after a lightning-fast breakfast she'd stomped off to her first class, Charms, followed all the way by laughing from her classmates. Charms was not a success; five minutes in she'd managed to lose her eyebrows and singe her hair. She almost ran to the Hosptial Wing, after Flitwick had graciously allowed her to go to regain some sense of dignity. She'd spent the rest of the class in there, while Pomfrey dithered about, fetching this potion and that potion; she'd asked Summer to hold a large vial of Dreamless Sleep Potion only to see it slip through Sum's fingers and crash to the floor. Sum groaned. "I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey. I'm not having a very good day," she said, politely, not wanting any more karma. No doubt if she took her fustration out on Pomfrey, God would pay her back in some twisted kind of way. To her credit, Pomfrey had replied that it was not a problem, and we all have days like that; she'd managed to fix the jar, but unfortunately the potion was split and could not be returned to the jar. Pomfrey was muttering something about 'contamination'. She sent Summer go, eyebrows fully restored and hair looking acceptable.
Her next class was Potions, and Summer was seriously considering cutting class. It was healthy, once in a while, right? But alas, she'd already been spotted cutting class already this year, she remembered, and Professor Potter had told Sum in no uncertain terms that she would be in for a long time of detentions and maybe even suspension if she didn't start going to class. Why stay at Hogwarts if you don't want to go to class? Was Potter's big idea. Once again cursing the whole damn Weasley/Potter clan, Summer made her way to Potions, where she had to endure their endless spawn chattering about something or other, sitting there acting like they were Merlin themselves in their Gryffindor robes. Summer had stomped in, taking her place beside her partner, thankfully someone she could stand for more than thirty seconds. Sum crossed her fingers, and hoped for theory. Damn, practical. Any other day Summer would be estatic, but today, it was just another accident waiting to happen. Not that the Professor would care. They were making Draught of Living Death today, as it would be in their exam. Summer set to work, trying very hard not to kill anyone. Instead, her sopophorous beans went skidding across the room and into several people's potions. The blue steam that rose from her potion clugged up the whole dungeon, making everyone basically blind, and by the end everyone's potion was clear as water, Sum's was resolutely dark purple and would not budge.
The bell rang of end of class, and Summer ran from the room, ignoring her friends' cries. She ran so fast, she didn't know where she was going, she'd didn't care; she just had to get out of the castle. Her feet found themselves by the lake, and she collapsed against a tree that hid her from view from most angles. Hot, furious tears pooled in her eyes and made their way down her cheeks. She hated this. It just made a fool of her, and they would be talking about it for weeks. 'Oh, did you see Summer Lacroix? She was a right moron! Couldn't even made Draught of Living Death correctly, and that's a sixth-year potion!' Summer screamed, throwing her head back against the solid bark of the tree, which on resulted in her head hurting more than it already did, thanks to the headache she'd acquired this morning. Sum heard footsteps behind her, the cruching of autumn leaves as someone made their way towards her. She swiped at her tears furiously, embarrassed that a seventeen year old Slytherin was crying about having a bad day. Slytherins were supposed to be strong, brave and cold; right now, Summer felt defeated, sore, and downright tired. She'd had enough of the day, and it was only three o'clock.
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music: early winter , gwen stefani.
notes: she's not having too good a day, is she? she needs someone to cheer her up. :]
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Post by braden connely on May 17, 2009 13:40:40 GMT -6
 I'M NOT AFRAID OF
what i have to say !!!
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[/b][/center] braden tended to make a point of knowing what was happening in everyone else's day. he wasn't sure why. usually it was ridiculous and stupid. the pitiful lives some people led. not that he actually pitied them, but it was okay to pretend once in a while, even if it was only so he could be nasty to them in the end. still, he wasn't a complete ass. well, at least not as much of one as he tended to come across as. of course, there was as reason he was in slytherin, but that was minor. his fellow seventh year, summer lacroix, was indeed having a horrible day. he watched as she got orange juice spilled all over by a stupid little first year who couldn't hardly contain his excitement, then off to charms, where she proceeded to burn her eyebrows off and singe her hair, and then to potions. although he was pretty sure she was usually good in potions, he didn't take too much notice of the other girl, but seriously, when her potion started emitting fumes, things were indeed looking bad. the poor girl really just wasn't having a good day, was she? braden could actually bring himself to feel a little bit sorry for the girl. mostly thanks to his mother, who had beaten him within an inch of his life the one and only time he had been rude to a female, he was now extremely polite to them, particularly for a slytherin. so he couldn't really bring himself to think nasty thoughts about the girl. only a small amount of pity that her day was going so horribly. his day, on the other hand, had been pretty excellent. he had always done pretty decently in charms, and some might have gone so far as to say potions was his strong point, although doubtless he wouldn't have said it himself. so all in all, the day was going pretty hunky dory for him. the poor lacroix girl passed from his mind as potions ended and he made his way through the ridiculous crowds of students. he could feel claustrophobia setting in. rawr. crowds were not his favorite thing, especially when it was mostly other students who kept ramming into him. Being arrogant, he was convinced that they were doing it on purpose. anyone who was listening to his thoughts would have told him to stop flattering himself: he wasn't worth that much effort, in truth, but he was convinced he was. the joys of arrogance. finally he burst through the main doors and into the fresh air. finally. away from all the crowds. he didn't know what other students did over break, but there weren't a huge amount of people out on the grounds. or at least, not enough to clog it, the way the castle was clogged up. it was ridiculous how many people they could cram in that place. braden hated it, hated it with a passion. he hated crowds, hated stuffiness, hated being too hot, hated everything about it. he hated in between classes, when he had to push his way through huge throngs of other students just to get where he wanted to go. (god forbid that nobody move out of his way when he walked down the hall.) of course, braden was rather of the mind that everyone ought to just part, like the red sea had for moses, to let him make his way through. of course, life didn't work like that. and so he had to be content with throwing himself out the front doors and making his way down toward the lake. the fresh air cooled his head, and his temper, and the crowds and the nerve of some people for bumping into him left him, slipping away like water through cupped hands. it was of little importance. who cared what the puny mortals did? thrusting his hands in the pockets of his robes, he made his way down toward the lake, his shoes crunching slightly on the crisp autumn leaves. he wasn't paying enough attention to hear the other person hiding behind the tree at first, not until he saw her. blue eyes turned to examine the girl. she looked like she had almost been crying. not that braden would actually know. he was no expert in the ways of women, by any means. a slight smirk crossed his features, though it wasn't quite as malicious as it might have been. after all, she was a girl. he couldn't really be rude to her, now could he? " not having a very good day, are we, miss lacroix?" he asked with an amused little chuckle. he wandered closer to the lake, leaning over to pick up a rock, turning it in his hand for a moment before sending it skipping across the water. once, twice, three times before it dipped beneath the surface lake to land who knew where on the bottom, however far down that might have been. he turned back to the other slytherin before he wandered over. " mind if i sit?" he asked, and flopped down next to her without waiting for an answer. the polite thing had been to ask first, and he had, so his moral duty was fulfilled for the moment. did it matter if she wanted him there or not? he had performed his niceties, and that was all he needed to do, as far as braden was concerned. besides, why wouldn't she want him around? the sun rose and set with braden connely, as far as he himself was concerned.
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Post by summer jade lacroix on May 20, 2009 11:29:48 GMT -6
IF I TOLD YOU THAT I REALIZED
YOURE ALL I'VE EVER WANTED
AND ITS KILLING ME TO BE SO FAR AWAY
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Potions had always been Summer's thing, y'know, the one thing in life that she was genuinely good at. On her first day of Hogwarts, her first class had been Potions and she'd been a bit wary of the subject, as many people are. She'd tried making various simple potions with her mother at home, in their cauldron, but she'd never amounted to anything really worthwhile. The only thing she made that could be considered excellent was Jell-O, and a monkey could make that if it was given hot water and the mixture. So when she'd gotten to Hogwarts, she'd excelled at the subject as soon as she'd opened her first year Potions book. It was just a subject she'd grasped easily, unlike other subjects such as History of Magic and Care of Magical Creatures, which both were completely alien to her, and she just couldn't get her head around them at all. Summer loved Potions more than anything else, it was always the first homework she done, whether it was an essay or just to read over a potion and take notes; it was always something new that she discovered in that class.
So good she was at it that she got an O at OWL level in her fifth year. She'd been estatic, as was her mother; it was the only O she'd achieved, everything else being either A's or E's. She'd taken it on to NEWT level, as was pretty sure she wanted something to do with Potions after school. It was paticularly embarrassing today that she couldn't even get a sixth-year potion correct, when she should be doing seventh-year ones from Advanced Potion Making, the very ones she'd been making notes on in the common room late last night, when she couldn't sleep. She could see it in the teacher's eyes: disappointment. The one thing Summer resented. She didn't mind anger, jealously, love, lust, passion, anything like that, but she hated disappointment. It was the one thing Summer hated doing to people, disappointing them. It was much easier if they shouted at her than used a heavy, disappointed tone that made Summer feel two inches tall.
She heard footsteps behind her, and swiped at her tears angrily, luckily managing to stop them leaking from her green eyes as the figure made itself known. Braden Connely, a classmate of hers. She didn't want to cry in front of him, because not only would it make her weak, but Braden wasn't exactly known for being the nicest person in school. She knew from seven years of being a fellow Slytherin that Braden was fine with girls, but nevertheless, many Slytherins resented Summer because she didn't have the crazy 'purebloods are better' and 'Slytherins are superior' attitude that many of her classmates had, and made a point of becoming friends with students from other houses. The only people Summer couldn't stand were the Weasleys and the Potters, because they seemed to breed like rabbits and also seemed to inhabit every nook and cranny of the castle. There wasn't a class where a Weasley or Potter wasn't in it, and quite frankly Summer got tired of their antics.
She wasn't taken aback when Braden talked to her, and replied in a monotone voice, "Evidently," and before she could help it, a slice of sarcasm, "I see your observational skills are impeccible, Mr Connely. Although they may have been impaired by my frankly disasterous attempted at Living Death,"[/color] she said, unable to resist putting a cheeky comment in there, especially since Braden was a fellow NEWT Potions student. She watched as he skimmed at stone across the lake, the stone bouncing off the water three times before the lake claimed it. "Nice,"[/color] she said, genuinely impressed. "I've always wanted to know how to do that, just never really known how,"[/color] she said, leaning back against the tree. Braden asked if it was okay to sit. Summer nodded, her dark hair flowing gently in the wind. "Be my guest. The tree isn't only for me, y'know,"[/color] she said, gesturing to the empty space beside her. [/size] [/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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music: early winter , gwen stefani.
notes: not at all - she needs some friends in her house. :]
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Post by braden connely on May 24, 2009 1:05:52 GMT -6
I'M NOT AFRAID OF
what i have to say !!!
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[/b][/center] summer, for some reason, had always sort of interested braden. she was sort of an interesting person, really, when it came right down to it. she didn't exactly fit the whole slytherin mold thing. she was nicer than a lot of the people in that particular house, and, frankly, braden rather liked it. of course, he'd never tell her so, but he did. at least she was honest, instead of just putting on a show. and it took some guts to be different at all, especially when you wore the colors green and silver. they tended to be pretty harsh sometimes, tended to shun people who were different, who dared to have a different opinion. for the most part, braden was the same, though perhaps not as extreme as some. sure, he wasn't a huge fan of muggles or muggle borns or half bloods, but he didn't just loathe them the way some people did. but whatever. he wasn't even sure what had led him down that train of thought. who knew, really? he glanced over at her as he was informed that it wasn't just her tree, then shrugged. some girls are touchy he said simply. which was true, too, though not the real reason. sure, he hated the whole girl hissy fit thing. he wasn't sure why females couldn't just throw a punch like the guys did and get it over with, but they couldn't, and he couldn't hit them. his real reason, though, was just that it was simply polite. he wasn't sure why he always felt as if his mother were staring down her nose at him if he even thought about being rude to a girl. it wasn't as if she could read his thoughts. she wasn't even there to see him being rude. still, he just couldn't shake the feeling that his mother saw everything or something, that she was all knowing. guilt was probably written all over his face or something when he saw her after being an ass to a female. that was probably how she knew. whatever. he glanced over at her when she said she didn't know how to skip a rock, but had always wanted to learn. seriously? he asked incredulously. it's not that hard. here, i'll show you he said. he leaned over and grabbed a fairly flat rock, then got to his feet, dusting off the back of his robes before offering a hand to summer. again, it was habit. his mother had managed to train him well in just that one thing, even if she was a complete push over when it came to everything else. he wasn't exactly sure what he'd gotten himself into when he said he would teach her. he was horrible at teaching people how to do stuff. he never had been. it simply wasn't one of his talents. he rolled the rock around in his hand a moment, trying to figure out how he was going to do this. he finally held the rock in his flat palm, then curled his fingers around it, showing her how it was held. he decided demonstration would be best. without speaking, he sort of twisted to the side, and let his arm swing, opening his hand to let the rock go at the exact right moment. he glanced at her. sorry, i don't know what i was thinking when i said i'd teach you. i can't teach worth a shit he laughed a little uncomfortably. being rather arrogant, he didn't like to admit that he wasn't good at doing something. and more than just not liking it, it made him particulalry uncomfortable, mostly because he had no idea how to be humble. he wasn't a humble person by nature, and he wasn't exactly a world class actor either.
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