LORCAN! it's like jeopardy!

[crimson macmillan]

TIME STOPPED LIKE THE MOVIES
ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE CITY
were all stuck in a freeze frame just so i could see !

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[/b][/color] Jacques’s tail twitched as he meowed again. He knew his young mistress was unhappy at the moment, and perhaps stressed, and he would make her feel better, in which he was. Crimson sighed and shook her head. She then took a seat on the cement path where Jacques sat, and placed her hand delicately between his ears, and stroked him softly.

Of all the pets Crimson has had, Jacques has probably been her favorite one. He was still a kitten when Crimson received him, a gift from her mother when she and her brothers came home. It was her cat, not theirs, and she made that clear to all of them. Jacques made a meow, which didn’t startle her at all this time. She looked up at the sky, blue for the afternoon. Soon it’ll start to change into in evening, with ravishing colors of pink and orange, but it was not that time yet. Crimson folded her legs together and then looked back to normal level, no one was really around, if only she really did have anyone to talk to, then a likely hood of her feeling better, even though she’s slightly cheered up by her cat, she needed something else to come to her rescue. The people she usually talked to had a lot of things to do in afternoons like these, writing articles for the squid, practicing for qudditch, overdoing their already finished homework, it just wasn’t the way things were anymore. Usually, there was some second year that she would talk to for hours and hours, talking mindlessly about pranks they’ve made up, or planned, and sooner or later they would pull them. This year, there wasn’t one, and she just sat there, stroking her cat, thinking of what to do now other than to head back to the castle.
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SO THIS IS GOING FOR; lorcan !
AND WE ARE WHERE? vegetable gardens I MUST SAY THE FOLLLOWIN' made this one in the morning before school!WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE THREAD'S I GOT ME? gahh forgot to make it on polyvoreHEY, THE MUSIC'S PLAYED BY? WHO ARE YOUR LYRICS BY? That Girl is Fierce by Love, She wrote WORDCOUNT fourhundred and fifty six COMPLETE! WELL MY SCHOOL PROJECT WAS WRITTEN BY ME WITH SOME HELP FROM CFACE @ CAUTION 2.0

[lorcan scamander]

((sorry I didn't see it til now!))


Heaving his bag more securely onto his shoulder, Lorcan Scamander stumbled across the lawns of Hogwarts. He was trying to remember what all he had to accomplish for his homework by tomorrow, and wasn't having much success. He knew there was an essay due on the ancient goblin wars, and another on the proper and practical uses of wolfsbane, and he thought there was something else... but as much as he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with anything. Maybe they were supposed to have a diagram... no, that wasn't right. Bloody hell, why did he have to inherit his mother's spacey quality at the worst possible times? He really needed to start writing things down.

As he passed the vegetable gardens, Lorcan noticed a girl sitting on a tree stump and talking to a cat. For a wild moment, he wondered if the cat could actually understand her, taking into account the attitude with which she spoke. It was as if she was conversing with an old friend. Then his rational self came crashing back at full force. The idea sounded bloody ridiculous, even in his head. Especially in his head. She seemed lonely though. He wanted to say something and see if she was alright, but he desperately didn't want to come off as weird -- which, Lorcan knew, was what would have happened had he opened his mouth thirty seconds ago.

Finally he settled for the bluntness of it. "Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly. After all, he'd just seen her in passing and randomly decided to stop. It was an act of goodwill, then, wasn't it? Not something that would be classified as creepy and stalkerish? But then again, knowing girls, they always (at least in Lorcan's experience) tended to think boys sneaking up on them made the boys creepers. Merlin knew he didn't need to seem weirder than usual. A sudden streak of self-consciousness swept through him, and he raised a hand to his ruffled hair. It was more unruly today than normal, and he struggled to pull himself together as he flattened it.

"It's just, usually people are still in that happy phase of being back at school this early in the term."

[LT:Boys Like Girls - Thunder]