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Post by Pool Boy on Sept 7, 2013 11:25:06 GMT -8
"Normally, not the the time to still be in the library," he complained, finding the page on amphibian genitalia. Eddie looked over the diagrams, keeping the book tilted onto his stomach as he leaned back in the stern wooden chair. He glanced from the pencil-drawn anatomies to the prefect. Pretending to be careless, he stretched his leg and pressed his foot to hers again under the table before shooting a sideglance towards a few other study groups scattered about the area. "How long do you think it will take? This project's not really my cup of tea." He pressed his hand through his hair, squinting at the labels that will probably need to be memorized for the next exam. He hoped she would do it all, save him the effort, and that he could still have a good time bugging her while she was at it. HIMA
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Post by HIMA on Oct 30, 2013 6:34:14 GMT -8
She massaged her temples, as if praying for the divine lord to show her the way forward. He was stressing her out just by being so close to her. "Stop complaining. You're going to have to make up for lost time. I don't care if we're here until Christmas, but we're finishing it, and that's that." Violetta narrowed her eyes, kicking his foot away. "You write about this one, pay attention to its features, especially its adaptations."Taking out her papers, she started a small sketch, eyes drawn, glasses perched at the end of her nose. She really hated useless work partners, and never in her life has she encountered a worse partner than a Hufflepuff. Pool Boy
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Post by Pool Boy on Oct 30, 2013 6:50:13 GMT -8
Her prefect's tongue made him scowl back into his chair. Eddie crossed his arms, lazily glancing over the images while he listened to her scold him. He hardly seemed to notice that her verbal sprint was out of stress over the assignment; he knew it was her personality. He winced when she kicked his foot away. He missed the old Violetta. The goofy girl who didn't know what she was doing, and didn't seem to care either way. The prefect was a humorless and dry woman now, and it didn't make sense to him. "Christmas, huh? That's absurd. Why do you worry so much about it?" Her snappy mood put an edge into his voice. He was purposefully slow with picking up his quill, checking if the nib were broken, and dipping it in the inkwell between them. HIMA
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Post by HIMA on Oct 30, 2013 6:56:45 GMT -8
Her quill scratched at the paper, laced, neat writing marking down observant notes from memory and otherwise. When she got into assignments, Violetta was the type to blossom. There was a calming tone about doing something you knew, so she almost forgot about Eddie's presence. Not that, it lasted long. She could hear no movement other than her own. "If you think I'll pick up your slack, Nott, you're very wrong." Injustice burned through her like paper in flame, so ferociously it boiled over. She'd never expect him to do things to her standard, but they were supposed to work together. Far too many though she'd allow people to get away with not doing their share of work. Ha. Nice joke. She was onto her second when she spoke again. "Time is ticking." Pool Boy
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Post by Pool Boy on Oct 30, 2013 7:10:23 GMT -8
Edmond scowled, stretching his sore arms behind him. After the crack of his joints, his lanky limbs fell back in defeat into his seat. Him and the prefect were edging back into their old dynamic. He couldn't help but feel like he was talking to a wall - a robot witch consuming parchment after parchment while he felt stuck. Violetta didn't look at him when she spoke, and he peered at her despite it. Loose, he leaned forward again, fidgeting as he tried to get comfortable. This prim, mechanical willpower in her pen bothered him. He sniffed, lazily checking his nib. He tried for a bit to work like she wanted, but the sound of her furious scribbling compared to his hesitant words discouraged him. He hadn't it in him to admire her for her aptitude in school. Resentment forced to not care. He had Quidditch. Only quidditch mattered. But good old Eddie couldn't just sit there and let things slip away from him. Maybe he was greedy. He remembered the loose tone of her voice in the broomstick shack, and it came through in his own. "You know, you don't have to push yourself to look hard-working just because I caught you asleep."k edited it lol HIMA
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Post by HIMA on Jul 14, 2014 9:39:31 GMT -8
A spot of ink stretched onto her parchment, and she frowned, putting the quill aside as she turned to peer at the boy, who she now realised was sitting a bit too close for her comfort... She blushed a little, but bit the insides of her cheeks and willed her weakness down. "That again?" She sounded restless, tired. A bit strained. "I have you know I've been working hard on my other responsibilities too, less can be said for you, anyway." Even before the words left her mouth, she knew they'd be unfair. She didn't have to see for herself the efforts the boy made for quiddich, he did everything and more and was by far a respected character in his house, at least. But Violetta didn't want to be inferior to anyone, let alone a slacker Hufflepuff, of all people, who was out there with intend to ruin her. It was then she peered closely at his efforts, abysmal. Awful. She sighed with her lips closed. "Do you need any help?" She asked quietly, not daring to even look at her face, instead at the boy's terrible handwriting. Pool Boy
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 14, 2014 15:14:35 GMT -8
Her words cut him and he was too tired tonight to just laugh it off. Violetta had frozen over. He wasn't giving up on her, he just- "No, I just need a break," he said, pushing his chicken scratches away. He got up with a cold, fatigued movement, shoving his chair back under the table, and walked out of the library. In the corridor, he let his back onto the wall. Why was he trying so hard? He should just let Luttire do the whole assignment and be done with it. HIMA
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Post by HIMA on Jul 14, 2014 15:23:29 GMT -8
It were her ears that followed him out, not her eyes. She peered closer at his work, squinting, but glad it was passable. She yawned, too tired to be annoyed by the boy's hissy fit, so she just sorted his papers and carried on working on her own half. After this, she could go back to dorms and go to bed. Pool Boy
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 14, 2014 15:44:09 GMT -8
Having gotten over it quickly, rubbing his sleepy face, Eddie came back. Not that her words hadn't affected him. This time, he pulled out a chair and sat beside her.
"Go to bed, prefect. I'll finish the rest."
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Post by HIMA on Jul 14, 2014 15:53:30 GMT -8
The words she were writing grew more and more illegible and strained, up until the point he came back and sat back down. A drowsiness drowned her senses, so much so it was hard to think.
Moving her parchments and books aside, she yawned and rubbed her eyes, taking off her glasses, then choosing to cross her arms and nap on those instead, closing her eyes whilst facing towards Eddie as she drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 14, 2014 17:43:32 GMT -8
Eddie took a long glance at her as he pulled the materials toward him. It bothered him to looked at her soft and unguarded face. It had to be a mask. "You're such a nut."Putting nib to parchment, Eddie found the energy to laugh at her shameless bed, and then, he began to work. His eyes felt like cauldrons by the time he finished. Then, he shut off the lamp and leaned back. "...Violetta," he murmured, looking at her again, wondering if he should wake her. He couldn't leave her here. Cozy armchairs were in the reading area surrounding an antique fireplace. He looked at them with a drowsy resignation "Hey," he said, putting his hand on her arm. HIMA
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Post by HIMA on Jul 14, 2014 19:56:26 GMT -8
She sat up pretty suddenly in response to his touch, rubbing her eyes and yawning a little. Still evidently tired but now running on auto pilot, she stood up slowly and picked up her glasses, sliding them back onto her face.
Then she had realised what had really gone on. Without an ounce of fear, she stared at the boy directly as if searching for words written on his face.
"You finished right?" Her voice was still drowsy. "Thank you." At that cue, she picked up her own share of books and began walking off.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 14, 2014 20:32:28 GMT -8
Beneath all his jocular wit, the badger became flustered when she stared at him like that. His blush was hidden by the coffee-stained eyes of his fatigue. Her expression searched him without hesitance, and it was honest and filled with who she was underneath it all. Their eyes met and he saw himself in them. But, her wall of ice would be glued back together in the morning. Her professionalism would return. She gathered the assignment and started to leave.
"Hey Violetta, one last thing," he said, picking up a small illustration she had missed. He approached her and held it out. "You've got a pretty face." Then, he gave her a steady look and an easy smile. "You can ride my broomstick anytime," he added, pressing her back with his gaze.
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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 1:30:27 GMT -8
She paused in her tracks at the sound of her name, turned, and sheepishly took the last illustration between two fingers. She peered down, face suddenly hot from his compliment, as butterflies began to twist in her stomach almost uncomfortably.
Yet, it didn't stop her from offering one last nasty reply.
"That's disgusting." She weakly mummbled, before turning and properly walking away.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 11:54:30 GMT -8
He laughed, thoroughly enjoying the bloom of her pink cheeks. He could still get under her skin. Too entertaining. "You're cute when you're all flustered too," he finished as she turned and walked away. He went back to his bed too, crashed onto the covers, and slept in missing divination.
After that night, Eddie relaxed his campaign to bother the prefect. Still, he would sit near her, usually an arm away, including her every now and then with the murmurs of his friends. One of them eventually came to Violetta. "He's trying to impress you." he told her, like it were a joke
Most of the time though, Eddie passed out asleep in the corner somewhere. Every time a professor scolded him to wake up, he looked like he was in physical pain. The first game was in a week and he was putting in extra practise. His focus on Violetta began to waver and slip.
News of the match against Ravenclaw swept around the school. Rumor had it that both bludgers were out to get the star chaser. And while the team worked hard to thwart the concetration of black missiles, their strategy had led to their downfall. Ravenclaw had won, overcoming much prediction.
Bludgers are nasty fiends, and it only takes one proper blow to knock a player hard out. That's what happened to the captain. A right bludger smacked him of his broom after he dodged a first. He held on by the grip of one arm. However, before he climb back up, the one that had missed whizzed back at him, throwing him onto the field. He was bruised and battered. He'd broken several ribs.
His body felt like lead as he laid in the infirmary cot. His team had brought him the news of his defeat a few hours ago. Now, a sour anger throttled through his tired body, and he couldn't sleep through the painful potion that regrew his bones.
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