First Floor Corridor

[Skuld HJG]

Jessica Sassareth

Slytherin, Second Year

[Enter from Second Floor Corridor]

Jess stumbled from a spiral stone stariwell trying to scamper on a spained left ankle. The normally pale redhead tried to flee despite the injury and her vision blurring from the extreme physical effort. The back part of Jess' hair was frozen in a sideways angle. Fully red cheeks were very hot, and Jess' heart was rapidly beating from the running effort. Unfortunately for Jess, the young Slytherin affliction wasn't allowing enough oxygen to reach her lungs, as her lips began to turn blue. The redhead tried to claw at the top button on her shirt in a vain effort to breath.

Finally, all this was too much for Jessica. Her green eyes rolled back in her head, as she passed out -- landing hard on the cool stone worked floor of the hallway.... two doors short of the Hospital Wing.  

[KlutzyChild]

Weary from the quidditch try-outs yet smiling as a result of the fun she'd had, Charlotte trotted along the corridor towards the hospital wing, merely to pick up a few bandages for some cuts she'd achieved. Her step had an extra spring in it, and she couldn't wait for dinnertime so she could discuss the proceedings of the try-outs with her friends. She was nearly at the door to the hospital wing when she saw the most horrific sight she'd seen at hogwarts as of yet.

Lying in a heap a few doors down from the hospital wing lay her best friend, exhausted and mangled. The girl's pretty red hair was matted and stuck out oddly, as if a body-bind curse had just missed her but had managed to skim the side of her head. Seeing her blue-tinged face would re-occur in Charlotte's nightmares for quite some time. Charlotte nearly feinted at the sight, but she knew she had to keep her composure. Still, in this case, reason failed to control her and she began to scream for the nurse. She screamed and screamed, but nobody came. Desperately, she began to drag Jess's mangled self towards the hospital wing. After what seemed like an hour, she managed to push open the door and drag Jess over the threshold.



[continued at the hospital wing]

 

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



third year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


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Sitting in the now-empty Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the redhead found it almost too fitting to be working on the project before her in the recipient's favourite class. The lecture had just finished and the Ravenclaw had loitered near the doorway for just the few-minute duration until the professor left as well. Catching the closing door with her foot, she had snuck in and seated herself in a very specific spot. Just right of where she had been sitting not fifteen minutes ago - and still warm with the radiating heat of Colton Raines. Phi smiled against herself sheepishly as she had pulled out her project and observed it. A finely wrapped package - brown paper and a lightly distinguished use of magic to seal each edge and smooth every crease. The shape of it was very long and slim, but rather lumpy and without definition. With shining eyes, the girl pulled out the last things from her shoulder strap bag and set them before her. A bow, variously coloured ribbons, and a single peacock feather quill.. Instantly, with determination lighting the molten of her eyes, she set to work enjoying the warmth of her seat and the promised secrecy of her classroom space in order to fine tune the gift.

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[Porcelaine Ivory]

яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ

Colton cracked open the door to the classroom and peered stealthily inside. It wasn't until after he was sure that the professor was not present that he remembered that there wasn't any reason for him to fear getting a detention for forgetting his textbook. Chuckling under his breath at his temporary stupidity, the Gryffindor slipped inside and swept across the room in four long strides. His tattered copy of the book assigned by his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was still leaned comfortably against the legs of his chair, open to a random page on dangerous magical creatures.

Snapping the cover to a close, he tucked the book under his right arm and—in a hurry to make it to the boy's dormitory in time to exchange it for the textbook for his next class—he turned too quickly, running into an empty desk. With so much speed behind his body, he was sent over the table's surface before he tumbled ungracefully to the floor on the opposite side of the desk that he had started on.

Unaware of the pain (if there was any), Colt broke into laughter once again, this time loud and continuous under the impression that he was alone. His brain was working too slow and his body too fast, but his lungs didn't seem to have any handicap today.

 

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



third year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


╔══════════════════╗

Lost in the swirling, tunnel vision of her concentration, the boy's entrance and snatching of the misplaced textbook had gone completely unnoticed by the girl - and he would have gone the same way had it not been for the crash. At the terrifying bang, topple and cry of the desk throwing itself and the Gryffindor into a heap on the ground, Phi was too surprised to even let out a scream or cry. Instead, her hands instinctively reached for the package just under her fingers as she had been carefully securing a ribbon and pulled it and clutched it tightly to her chest in instinctive surprise. Her legs threw themselves up and her knees banged against the underside of the desk and she bit her lip at both that pain as well as the radiating shock. The result ended with the Ravenclaw still sitting in the seat, wrapped object clutched so tightly the wrapping paper threatened to rip, and legs, arms and spine completely locked. Head had turned instantly to the source of the sudden and frightening sound, but her vision only cleared from the starstruck blindness after a few seconds. And the sight made her bite down on her lip harder and heart beat fly through the roof. "Colton!" she hissed between clutched lips, placing the package down on the desk face against and unlocking her joints and posture. Running straight over to the boy and kneeling at his oddly angled form. Hands hovering and uncertainty written deeply into her face as eyes roamed the all-too-familiar body of her dear Gryffindor. Eyes shining in their molten the signs of concern, joy, and terror at seeing him, asking silently whether he was hurt and what in Merlin's name was he doing here.

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[Porcelaine Ivory]

яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ

Colton's laughing—deep and fluid like velvet—didn't stop until his name was hurled at him from out of nowhere, when it transitioned neatly into a gasp—a loud intake of air that filled his lungs to the point of bursting. His hands, which had reflexively tightened against the legs of the desk behind him, gripped even tighter at the sudden sight of Phi.

It took a moment to take in the fact that he hadn't been alone afterall, and to slow the racing of his heart to an inaudible pace. Once he had accomplished this, he pushed his lips easily into a smile, surprise and delight lingering playfully in his gray eyes, and he was utterly unaware of Phi's worry. Instinctively, and as a result of his body's apparent will to give him what he wanted as quickly and efficiently as possible today, his arms—riddled with muscle and unashamed of the gesture—threw themselves around the girl's torso. Warmth immediately took the place of every other thought in his mind that didn't relate to the Ravenclaw beauty.

Abruptly, his body froze, went rigid in response to the brief thought that maybe he was hallucinating—he never got this lucky, lucky enough for his subconscious to summon the very thing he desired most and place it right in front of him. Afterall, his mind had been on a downward climb today, working much slower than usual, likely due to his recent inability to sleep (which he thought was also because of his desires). After running through the possibilities in his mind, his body relaxed again and his arms tightened. He knew this feeling, there was nothing else like it in the world. He had dreamed about this embrace time and time again and knew that his subconscious could never imitate these feelings—the hot rush of blood through his veins, the electricity that pulsed along the surface of his skin, and the effect it had on his heart.

Removing his arms from around Phinelia, he pulled his face back and marveled at the color in her cheeks for a long moment before finally putting his lungs to use again, his smile euphoric. "I know you're dedicated, but you can't spend all of your time in a classroom."

 

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



third year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


╔══════════════════╗

Tight, fleshed arms threw themselves onto her from seemingly thin air and the Ravenclaw could do little but gasp until she recognized them. Recognized the smell, the feel, the warmth of those arms that only ever promised protection. They pulsated with a joy she could not understand right away, but as she felt them tighten with a soaring emotion, the redhead realized it was in fact known to her - reflected in her. It was a need, a desire and a strange sort of dedication and she had felt it in her mind like Colton had felt it in his veins. She smiled - clearing every sign of concern as different thoughts replaced those of anxiety - and managed to sneak her own arms around his large and comforting torso in a squeeze. Seeing a constriction filled with a message of her acceptance and her own understanding. Her arms tightened in her reflected embrace and fingers lingered on the toned muscles so easily traced under his robes. Feeling the tendons and structure of a back that had always stood against hers - but now with proximity she could always turn around to lean on it. There was no more illogical shame and the thought made her fingers flutter.
As their embrace broke, she pushed back just lightly to angle herself for a clear view of the face she suddenly remembered to be the trophy of her most recent dreams. Like ideas forgotten in a haze of reality, those lost memories flushed back with such suddenness, she almost allowed herself a small desire - but resisted. Instead her hands pulled forward and easily rested on the collarbone and chest of the Gryffindor, feeling a different pulsation there that she suddenly wanted to claim. To lean her ear into and feel it vibrate through her. Her pale, short fingers traced the shape she knew to be hiding under flesh, bone and muscle; protected by a cage of warm stone. Silver eyes met hers of darkness and his comment made her smile sheepishly, pigtails tickling her chin. "I didn't think anyone would come." she confessed in a whisper, unable to lift her hunger fingers from the body she always found herself longing for - the warmth she could always feel radiating whether at her physical side or in her distracted thoughts. A different distraction then resurfacing like an alarm set and she blinked, smile seeping away and replaced with realization. "Turn around," she demanded with soft tones ever-characteristic of the meek Ravenclaw as she stood and let herself lose their loose embrace as she rose, patting his shoulders lightly for further solidity to her command. Rising then and returning to the desk she had abandoned, she looked at the brown paper and parcel she quickly prayer Colton had not managed to glimpse. She attempted to smooth out the creases she had created with light hand and hope of making little to no noise and then finished with the ribbon. Various colours and sheens brandished over top of the paper with the final detail of the simple bow. Taking it in her hands, she turned and looked at the boy still partially on the ground and lightly walked over to him. Strange anxiety swelling in her knees as she lowered herself back to the previous level and patted him on the same shoulder. Once he faced her once more, she quickly smiled and the package landed in the lap of the boy. Every feature of Phinelia shining with anticipation to see the reaction the the object hidden under the paper and colours.

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[Porcelaine Ivory]

яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ

The touch of Phi's hands at his neck...his chest...his body had Colton thinking she was trying to get a good grip on his heart. However childish, he was under the impression that she already had one.

A flicker of a realization in Phi's eyes danced like wildflowers in the wind. Their touch dissipated and his head cocked to the side in confusion as she demanded he turn away from her. Reluctant but obedient, he twisted his body—still in a mound on the floor next to a desk that was now lying painfully on its side—until his eyes were now in line with the word-streaked black board at the head of the classroom.

His ears struggled to capture every tiny sound. Ruffling of paper and the rustling of some other material that he couldn't quite decipher had him imagining her sitting in a desk, taking advantage of the silence by catching up on a bit of light reading. He knew it was impractical, and the thought made him chuckle again as he pictured her flaming pigtails sweeping playfully over the pages. The sudden heat of her gentle touch on his shoulder made him jump since he had been picturing her still seated at a desk. With a confused smile, he turned back around, only to find himself more confused at the weight of a long, odd-shaped package lying limp in his lap.

Unexpectedly, a rush of emotion flooded his thoughts as he realized the ribbon-wrapped object was a gift. Had she really been hiding out in this classroom just for his sake? Just to do something for him? Something he was definitely not deserving of?

A deeper curiosity cut his emotional roller-coaster ride short, and after a long, meaningful glance into Phi's glorified eyes, his fingers began to rip eagerly at the wrapping paper, tearing with ceaseless tenacity until he recognized the long, wooden handle and ruler-straight tail twigs. "My broom!" His voice was several octaves higher than his usual deep thrum as he threw the last pieces of wrapping to the floor. Of course he knew it wasn't the same in every sense, but it was the same exact model—a Firebolt II. The detailed curve of the wood, the sweeping grain lines, the length of the bristles—they were all unique, they weren't the ones that belonged to his old broomstick. Regardless, his face shone with renewed excitement as his hands ran along the broom's lengths. It was his broomstick—even better than the old one. This too was a gift, but a gift instead from someone he had an unbreakable bond with. Colton's eyes lightened further as he realized that this broom would serve as a symbol of that bond.

Slowly, struck dumb in awe, the lion looked up to the little lamb who sat patiently on the floor in front of him. Again without letting him make the conscious decision first, his lips dragged him to her cheek, her warm skin like lightening against his, sending his heart into a fresh frenzy. "Thank you, Phi. Words can't express how happy this makes me," he whispered in her ear, putting careful emphasis and tangible meaning into each of the words as they flowed—like a miniature waterfall caught in slow motion—over the tip of his tongue.

 

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



third year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


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The excitement and curiosity was a new, shining candle in those eyes of glassy silver until eager fingers revealed a detail. A handle and the curve of lustful wood and then that candle fire became wild. Wild, untamed and so true to the lion and his spirit that the girl with fiery hair could only sit and keep herself from squealing with delight. As realization flowed into his features and every detail of him shone just as brightly as the personification of the broomstick, it became a true challenge of her personal willpower to not throw herself onto him in another embrace. He was pleased, and her gift had satisfied even more than she could ever have hoped. Words whispered that would normally be let free from her lips explaining her apology for not finding the perfect replicated broomstick as well as the reason she had been hiding it were silent. Nothing touched her or the air between them but their combined light of shining company that seemed to never be able to be put out.
Seeing that final set gratitude of her efforts, the muscles of her forearms and shoulders flexed in hope of recreating their perfect embrace, but she felt a warmth before much other than a reflective spasm could pass her. The warmth of a touch on her cheek, the moist breath of her deep breath and the tickling deep words in her ear. Phi caught her sharp breath and dared not let it escape until each gold-encrusted syllable was collected to be stored forever; trophies in a memory box and breath never released. Just as he began to pull away, in a combination of stiff shock and surprise as well as focused attention of posture, she remained statuesque until his chin brushed hers. At that barrier, her hand shot up with the attention still conserved from the previously decided action. Nimble and determined fingers caught the closest collar of Colton's shirt and she held him in her grasp. Eyes locked without the slightest movement away and silver melting into the slow-moving fire of shadowed lava. Liquid fire with liquid strength.
That caught breath finally managed an escape past her slightly ajar lips, teeth peeking just barely from behind the full curtain of blushing pink and counting seconds as they passed in their connection. The thread of their bond not wavering on their heartstrings until Phi's low, whispered voice could barely be heard over the blaring borders of the silence. Question holding every anxiety along with every desire; so heavy with the emotion that was equally exchanged between the both of them, it was a wind rather than an shiver in the air. A demand rather than a mumbled inquiry. "May I kiss you?"
A new force was holding the girl in place of the never-dry logic and still-dripping ink of knowledge. A torrent, a wild reign of a new capability that she had not the time nor the capacity of thought to understand is it swept both her and her Gryffindor in a new burst. A bubbling elixir with mysterious ingredients brushing their cheeks. And with just one more second of them each searching each other's eyes for the confirmation they had already made before the tone of the question was even finalized, full lips met those still smiling and she felt a strange brush of power and waters of warmth spilled between them anew. Petals falling on water, until they hunger for the depths and Phi plunged further along with their sinking to a new depth.

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[Porcelaine Ivory]

яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ

Before the heated fingers wound themselves around the collar of his shirt, Colton very well might have guessed that Phi was unaware of the irrevocable grip she had on him and his heart. However, that possibility was washed away along with any doubt of her full understanding as she secured his shirt in her hand, leaving him unable to escape—as if he would ever choose to. Any escape Colton made in the future would undoubtedly be an escape either to or with Phinelia von Ichval, which now seemed like common knowledge to him.

The drive to have the same sense of security over her—to have her safely in her arms so that he could be sure that nothing could separate them by neither will nor force, not desire nor crowbar—reverberated through the Gryffindor's massive body. It shook his core, gave him the means to breath at the same time that it made each breath unsteady, each one escaping his lips in random, shaky huffs.

The four words that danced from Phi's tongue—each one a ballerina gliding along behind the other—produced a smile that related Colton's agreement. His response was easily read in his eyes, which were locked on hers and reading the same feelings that were beating against his own ribs in attempt to get out and express themselves.

Before he could speak, to tell her that she needn't ask, their bodies were once again connected at the lips, that same thrill of electrocution he had felt atop the gargoyle sent each of his hairs on end and the surface of his skin became a pool of sensitivity—each touch feeling stronger, hotter, and more defined than he might have thought possible. Suddenly, as if he wasn't already fully aware of the fact, he realized that right here—not necessarily the classroom, but rather anywhere that Phi was—is where he would always want to be. He would never leave if he could help it; this kiss was his vow.

 

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



third year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


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The exploration of every warm detail and feature and characteristic soon needed to be ended. Passion swelled until the very end, and the connection begged never to be severed - as did each piece of the Ravenclaw herself. Yet, even in their wrapped tightness or emotion and need, she ended it. Eased the two of them apart with a breath and still-closed eyes, plateau of strength splitting and forming mountains and the spring closing once more. Breath captured still in the silver cage of her lungs, she kept in in fear of letting the lingering taste and feeling be swept off with the air, as well as tickling the close lips of Colton. Tempting again with even as minuscule a part of her as her breath touching him once more. She knew she would return to him like a wave to a water-rounded rock once more with absolutely no hesitation. But a thought had come to her, and she dared a stretch of a smile onto her lips still tingling as she opened her eyes. Fire so much brighter burning in their molten core, she finally breathed once the distance was completed. And for a second, silence brought itself present once more as so many things stirred inside both the young wizards. Mere gaze; mere connection that could never be changed by physical distance reinforcing itself. A heartstring from each beating pulse had extended in their kiss and translated to the other body. Tied itself and lowered into the sea of passion like an anchor; never to be removed with ease. Attached now in so much more than a physical touch or motion - a true connection.
Phi sat back in her crouched form, leaned back realising her hand was still holding the collar of Colton shirt. She released and snaked pale fingers onto the the boy's chest once more. The craved need of feeling the strength beneath fabric satisfied. It was his strength, now her's. A strength that kept her safe was the same as a strength her own. A courage she could never had before held inside her that he now planted a seed to. It would grow, she smiled, with his love and her care. Just as he had a new strength him as well - a Phi-strength. A heartstring and her anchor of the hardest silk and iron. Never broken, bullet proof to ever element and weather. "Let's go," she whispered, tracing the tender hallow of his throat with a distracted focus, "Let's go test out your new broom." Knowing smile playing on her full lips as eyes of pure molten returned to the safety of silver light with a slight glance.

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[kiska166]

✌ Cameron Rowley ✌
First Year: Gryffindor

If I Was Your Boyfriend..
I'd never let you go.

Cameron had Hannah and Caitlin follow him towards the first floor corridor, but he hadn't said one word to either of them. How did I lose the beater spot to her? he couldn't help but think.

wearing

 

[Rawwry]

Caitlin had started running half-way to the castle. She was still in her Quidditch uniform. It was a good thing she played football or she woupdn't have ran fast enough to catch up with Cameron. Caitlin skidded to a stop near. She took in a deep breath before speaking, "What's wrong?" she breathed, clutching the Snitch Sam caught

 

[kiska166]

✌ Cameron Rowley ✌
First Year: Gryffindor

If I Was Your Boyfriend..
I'd never let you go.

Cameron had been walking quite quickly, so the two girls hadn't fully caught up to him. At least, not right beside him. When Caitlin asked what's wrong, the boy stopped in his tracks; however, he didn't look back at the girl. "Nothing," he lied. His voice cracked with emotion. Taking in a large gulp, he leaned his hand on one of the walls.

wearing

 

[Rawwry]

Caitlin rolled her eyes, "Honestly Cameron, you expect me to believe nothing is wrong?" She said, raising an eyebrow. She placed her hand on his shoulder lightly, almost as if she was scared for his reaction. "Cameron, I can't help you, till you tell me," Caitlin said softly. She walked around the boy to face him, taking her the gloves she had on off. Caitlin looked up into the taller first year's eyes, "Please...Tell me?" She whispered, she really wanted to help her friend, the best she could.