SIXTH YEAR
|
Post by charlotte elaine maybury on Sept 7, 2013 16:56:32 GMT
with my chin in the palm of my hands
about you, you and only you
got me daydreaming
with my chin in the palm of my hands words: 433 outfit: click !tagged: open <3 notes: bloop ! Charlie sighed, scratching out another sentence and replacing it with a new one before dropping her quill and rubbing at her temples. Why she had ever thought it was a good idea to take Ancient Runes as an extra-curricular class she’d never know! All those different runes and pronunciations were making her head hurt. She’d been trying to complete the class’s homework for the past two hours, but all she’d really achieved was wasting a couple sheets of parchment and using up half of her ink. The redhead definitely wasn’t one of the smartest people in the world, but she should have been able to properly translate everything; the class had been working on translations since the beginning of the year! Frowning slightly, she picked up her quill and attempted to decipher the next line of squiggles. Unfortunately, Charlie was just as successful with that as her brother had been when he’d tried to dye his hair a vibrant green. In the end, it had turned out more blonde than green… and in a twisted, metaphorical way that was exactly what was happening to her homework. The answers were meant to be a bright green, but all she’d been able to accomplish was a dull looking blonde; not exactly the best way to start one’s day. After huffing a bit more, and attempting one last translation, she cast her gaze around the library, checking to see if any of her classmates were present. There was no one there that she recognized from the class, which was a huge shame. Any one of her classmates would have been able to finish the translations in a few minutes! It was so frustrating! She just kept telling herself that it wasn’t her fault, and that it was the runes fault for getting so jumbled up in her head. And even though she tried her hardest, she just couldn’t straighten them out and learn the different pronunciations and translation methods. They just didn’t stick! Sighing once more, Charlie continued scanning the library for any familiar faces for a few moments more before looking back at her books, her face taking on a look of pure frustration. Merlin, why was no one ever around when she needed help with homework? They were always there when she had food, or was trying to draw or colour in peace. But nope, when she needed help, no one came within twenty feet of her. The redhead raked her fingers through her already disheveled hair and looking around the quiet space, her eyes full of hope. Maybe someone would finally show up… CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE
|
|
SEVENTH YEAR
|
Post by weston marc boot on Sept 7, 2013 18:16:48 GMT
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down I want to come too -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you No one understands me quite like you do Through all of the shadowy corners of me
Wes had come back from his run early today in order to get more studying in. Captain Miles claimed all he had to do was graduate. It was a good thing grades didn’t matter because Weston was flunking charms and potions. He couldn’t count how many different potions exploded in his face. He was a pretty good sport about it now. After seven years of things exploding and Professors disproving he could only be used to it by now. But he was trying to at least make an improvement these days. Maybe if he forced himself to spend a little more time in the library then maybe just maybe he would be able to just explode a portion of the potion and not the whole thing. BIG DREAMS, he knew just exploding a potion would get him better than what he had been. It was all he needed. Dani and Jess were going to give up on him before long but he could at least try. He stared at the library doors before inhaling, his left foot twitching for a moment as he realized he was committing Weston suicide by going in the doors. He exhaled before pushing himself through the doors. He found a random desk in the back of the hall before flopping down at it. He could see a lot of the library but he was rather hidden. It was the last thing he wanted someone to see him staring at the books and still failing. He still had a little bit of dignity left. It was a good thing he was decent at Quidditch otherwise his self-esteem would be lower then the grass they played on.
Wes had only spent ten minutes before he was wadding up and tossing an entire piece of parchment over his shoulder. If he didn’t even understand the text how was he meant to brew it tomorrow in class? He quickly attempted to re-write a small portion before realizing the dyslexia kicked up and ½ was now 2/1 and 2/3 were 3/2. He groaned letting his head flop on his book just catching sight of Charlie a few tables ahead. His cheeks flushed pink as he attempted to stay hidden. That was the last thing he wanted. Someone else to realize just exactly how frustrated he got with school; especially Charlie. She was a gorgeous sixth year who was also put into the house of ‘Hey I’m really nice, be my friend?,’ she was also rare because she was one of the few girls Weston could talk too without stuttering his way right out the door. He grabbed a piece of ton tongue toffee from the wrapper out of his bag before carefully breaking off a piece and biting down on it staring down to the pages in front of him. ‘Brodlems bon’t’ wha? Wes stared at the book again as the B then turned to a P and the D turned into a b and the B turned into a d. He groaned slouching back in his chair looking to the ceiling. The same moment he heard scratching. Wes turned his head just in time to see Charlie scribbling out something herself. He felt a small smile cross over his lips as he realized maybe he wasn’t the only one having trouble.
Wes pushed his chair out pulling his book bag over shoulder picking up the piece of parchment with fifty scribbles on it and his potions book; he then held the bag of ton tongue toffee in his mouth by the string before making his way over to Charlie. Misery did usually like company. ”Mind if I join? We can scratch things out in unison?” Wes chuckled before setting his books down. He then pulled the small bag from his mouth holding it in the palm of his hand towards Charlie. ”Looks like you could use some toffee too,” Wes smiled before sitting down across from her. His eyes gazed over the parchment she had been working on. If he recalled Runes wasn’t even required. That was embarrassing. Charlie had taken on an extra class and here Wes was just trying to graduate. ”Taking on an extra class Charlie? Isn’t that like Hufflepuff suicide,” Wes teased sticking his tongue out before opening his potions book again.
All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while, I never knew All of the while, all of the while, it was you ----------------------------------------------------------------------
This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Landon Pigg Batman is always watching...always.
|
|
SIXTH YEAR
|
Post by charlotte elaine maybury on Nov 3, 2013 18:55:44 GMT
with my chin in the palm of my hands
about you, you and only you
got me daydreaming
with my chin in the palm of my hands
words: 611 outfit: click !tagged: open <3 notes: bloop ! As Charlie’s gaze jumped from table to table, only occasionally catching sight of other people, (all of which definitely weren’t going to help her in any way), her smile slowly turned back into a frustrated pout. If only one of her classmates would show up! But no, they had all finished the assignment in class… or they’d done the smart thing and finished it up while the lesson was still fresh in their brains. The redhead, on the other hand, had put it off for as long as possible, waiting until the day before it was due to attempt finishing any of the translations. Looking back, the Hufflepuff could see that that was her true downfall, as there was now no one willing to help her. Sighing, she looked back at her paper, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she tried to decipher what she thought to be gibberish. How in Merlin’s name was she supposed to translate that?! Sure they’d done a few examples on the board, and she did have her textbook… but it just wasn’t the same! And that was what really frustrated Charlie; the fact that she tried her hardest to complete all the practice problems and be attentive in class, yet still came close to failing practically every exam, whereas the people that chose not to show up or do any of the work always passed with flying colors. It was infuriating, and despite her best efforts she couldn’t figure out how to change the outcome. She had tried hundreds of different studying methods, and had even gone so far as to follow the example of those who didn’t show up for class or study, but nothing worked. Just as the redhead was about to start packing up her things, (as she obviously wasn’t accomplishing anything but giving herself a headache), someone she knew quite well joined her. ”Hi Wes!” She beamed, her pout instantly turning into a smile as she caught sight of her friend. She glanced briefly at the piece of parchment in his hand before looking back at him, her features taking on a sympathetic look. ”Uh huh… are you having trouble with Potions, again?” She smiled, taking a few of the candies from the bag. ”Thanks!” As she unwrapped one of the sweets and popped it into her mouth, she looked back down at her homework, her cheeks taking on a slight flush. Was it really that obvious she was having trouble? If Wes had noticed, then other people had to have noticed as well! But then again, Wes was someone she considered to be a best friend, and they knew each other rather well… so maybe it wasn’t actually that obvious. Not that there was really anyone there to see her struggle… but still! She looked back up from her homework as he spoke again, her brow creasing slightly as she nodded. ”Mum wanted me to take another class, and I thought Runes would be easyish because I speak a few different languages thanks to Dad, but it’s really hard and I can’t seem to get anything right, and it’s making me really, really frustrated.” Charlie explained, taking a breath once she’d finished. The redhead had a bad tendency to speed up her speech when she was stressed or annoyed, and this case was no different. Wrinkling her nose and sticking her tongue back out at him, she made what she liked to call ‘grabby hands’ at the parchment; potions wasn’t really her strong suite, but she could at least try and help him. After all, he had given her candy and company… two things that had definitely improved her mood. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE
|
|
SEVENTH YEAR
|
Post by weston marc boot on Nov 25, 2013 6:39:32 GMT
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down I want to come too -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you No one understands me quite like you do Through all of the shadowy corners of me
Weston sighed giving Charlie a nod. ”Yeah, if you were in my year you would see things explode and just know it was me at that station,”Wes gave another nod as she took his offer on the candy spectrum. ”No problem,” Wes sat down next to her tilting his head as the red head ranted about how she was meant to take another class and picked Runes because she thought it was easy. Wes felt a small brain twitch and couldn’t help but let it reflect on his face. He shook his head before giving a soft nod in her direction. ”Are you sure you weren’t meant for Gryffindor because that was brave and impulsive,” Wes teased giving her elbow a gentle nudge. He noticed the grabby hands and the mouthful of toffee before nodding and turning his potions book towards her. ”Honestly if you understand this as a sixth year, I’m just going to throw in the towel and call it quits. I mean—I don’t technically need to pass for my future career,” Wes sighed quietly under his breath. He heard footsteps and turned looking over his shoulder. He spotted Kendrick and tensed up. Kendrick was known for making Weston’s life a living hell on the Quidditch pitch and was also the definition of a snake when it came to women. He had been caught slipping two girls a love potion. Weston considered him lower then dirt.
Kendrick slouched down in between the two turning and looking at Weston. He gave his left cheek a hard patt/slap before smirking. ”’Ello Weston, how is my favorite person?” Weston bit down on his lip staring down at the table in front of him. ”Getting help from a younger year? This is precious, did you run out of suitable tutors? I mean finding one in your own house is kind of low—even for you,” Kendrick barked not really eyeing Charlie yet. Wes straightened up for a moment tilting his head to the side. ” Hey—Charlie is intelligent she’s even taking an extra class as a sixth year—what do you s-s-say to that?” Weston had a terrible stutter when he got nervous and Kendrick made him nervous ever since that summer. Kendrick smirked. ”I I I think you s s stutter,” Kendrick mocked before turning to glance at Charlie. He quirked an eyebrow in surprise, ”Weston, you have been hiding all the good ones from me!” Kendrick placed one arm on either side of Charlie leaning down next to her neck. ”So Charlie, how would you like to socialize with other intelligent people, you could do far better than Boot here,”Kendrick smirked. He turned eyeing Weston giving him a small scowl before leaning his head closer to Charlie’s. ”It could just be you and I, I’m okay with that too,” Kendrick muttered playing with a piece of Charlie’s red hair. Weston growled his hand on his quill tightening.
All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while, I never knew All of the while, all of the while, it was you ----------------------------------------------------------------------
This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Landon Pigg Batman is always watching...always.
|
|
SIXTH YEAR
|
Post by charlotte elaine maybury on Dec 30, 2013 3:57:10 GMT
with my chin in the palm of my hands
about you, you and only you
got me daydreaming
with my chin in the palm of my hands
words: 509 outfit: click !tagged: open <3 notes: sorry for the wait ! Frowning slightly, the redhead reached towards him, lightly patting his back. ”But that’s not necessarily a bad thing!” She smiled. ”Any firework making places would love to hire you! It’s not every day that they meet people who are good at blowing everything up!” Charlie continued on, giggling slightly as she spoke. The idea of Weston becoming a firework maker was interesting, to say the least, but it was the optimistic way to look at the situation… and the Hufflepuff was known as an incredible optimist. Charlie’s fingers lightly skimmed over a few of the candies before she settled on one, picking it up and quickly unwrapping it before popping it into her mouth. She made a slight sound of protest at his next remark about Gryffindor, her forehead crinkling slightly as she shook her head. If there was one thing she knew she didn’t have, it was bravery. Sure, things that tended to scare other people, (like the Giant Squid), didn’t scare her, but a lot of things that didn’t affect other people made her shake in her shoes! No, she definitely wasn’t Gryffindor material. Shaking her head slightly, she looked down at the textbook, skimming over the information as she swallowed the candy. ”Where is it you go wrong?” The redhead glanced back over at him, tilting her head to one side. Just as she was about to ask whether he had any other problems with the class, someone she’d never seen before approached their table. Her brows furrowed slightly as Weston and the stranger began to talk, her eyes widening slightly as the exchanges started to turn rude. ”There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” She muttered, a look that could have almost been classified as a glare situating itself on her features. She didn’t like whoever this guy was at all. Weston was someone she considered to be a true friend, and from what she could tell, this stranger wasn’t being nice! In fact, he was being downright mean… and that just wasn’t okay. Charlie began to lightly chew her lip as she attempted to summon up enough nerve to say something about it, unsure whether or not her interference would help or only make the situation worst. Luckily, she was spared making that decision as another problem had surfaced; namely the fact that said stranger was now in extremely close proximity, and was playing with her hair. Stiffening, she let out a few nervous giggles, her gaze darting from the stranger, then back to Weston. ”But I like Weston…” She frowned, attempting to discreetly attempting to lean away from him. ”And you were being mean to him, and I, um… don’t really like mean people…?” She trailed off, her last sentence turning into more of a question than a statement. Charlie never had been very good with things that concerned boys, conversations especially, and now was obviously no different. As the redhead waited to see what his reply would be she looked back at Weston, her gaze a mixture of anxiousness, terror and uncertainty. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE
|
|
SEVENTH YEAR
|
Post by weston marc boot on Jan 6, 2014 8:22:14 GMT
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down I want to come too -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you No one understands me quite like you do Through all of the shadowy corners of me
Weston couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the thought of him working for a company that sold fireworks. Maybe if they put him in a fireproof suit and a plastic bubble he wouldn’t catch anything or anyone on fire. It might just be a promising career for him. ”I’ll have a back up plan at least. In case Quidditch doesn’t go the way I want it too I always have a fall back in Firework making—Thanks Charlie,” Wes replied as he watched her go for another candy. He sighed as the conversation was turned back to the homework. He honestly didn’t know what to tell Charlie. Where did he go wrong? The moment he attempted a potion. Something was always going wrong. As he had just said something was always going wrong and the moment Kendrick stepped up to the table Weston should have just picked up Charlie and apologized later for the man handling. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on but Weston knew all too well. James and Wes had spent a fair amount of time trying to keep the slithery snake away from the other girls. He wouldn’t tolerate Kendrick starting to treat Charlie like one of those girls.
Wes bit down on his lip as Charlie attempted to protest Kendrick by claiming it wasn’t bad to ask for her help. ”D-d-don’t bother Charlie. He d-d-doesn’t listen.” Wes spat out. He wanted to be more confident he didn’t want for Kendrick to have another reason to torment him. At the same time he couldn’t control it. Weston stiffened the moment he watched Kendrick play with a bit of Charlie’s hair. It was now the end of the world as he knew it. He was starting to treat Charlie like one of those girls. Wes felt a half smirk come over his face as Charlie claimed to like him. However, the closer Kendrick got to her the more nervous he was getting. Weston knew that mean people weren’t exactly Charlie’s cup of tea. Wes didn’t want Kendrick anywhere near that cup of tea. Kendrick laughed still twirling a piece of Charlie’s hair before placing a hand on her shoulder. ”Innocent, it’s adorable,” He whispered quietly into her ear. He lingered for a moment with his chin on her shoulder. ”Maybe if you just lightened up a bit Charlie—we could go somewhere else, I could show you that mean people can be fun,”
Wes was steaming and he was about ready to yank Kendrick away. He caught Charlie’s glance and he couldn’t prevent it from coming out anymore. He might have a stutter but Wes trained long and hard so that he could become a Professional Quidditch Player. He wasn’t a little guy and in no means was he an idiot and would just let Kendrick torture poor Charlie. Without much thinking and no wand Wes grabbed Kendrick’s cloak that was tied around his neck and yanked back. Kendrick’s hands released Charlie in a rough manner as he was yanked. ”Y-y-you are making he-he-her uncomfortable,” Wes stated his hand still firmly gripped on the cloak. ”What are you doing? I didn’t say you could yank my cloak, release me,” Kendrick muttered swatting at Weston’s hand. Wes shook his head. ”D-do not talk to Charlie like that,” Wes finally got out. He swallowed hard realizing he had mustered up the most confidence he had ever experienced. Kendrick glared at him before launching his right jab into Wes jaw. Wes chucked the cloak and his fist as hard as he could the other way. Kendrick fell into the side desk with a loud thud. Wes cringed breathing heavy realizing he had just thrown the student against a desk. A little more brutal then he would have liked but it got the point across. ”You’re going to be sorry Weston Boot, so sorry,” Kendrick spat glaring at Charlie letting his gaze linger for a moment before turning and walking out. Wes shook his hands trying to release the tension. ”Was he terrible Charlie? Did he say anything? I’m so sorry,” Wes apologized quickly still keeping the corner of his eye on the door just in case.
All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while, I never knew All of the while, all of the while, it was you ----------------------------------------------------------------------
This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Landon Pigg Batman is always watching...always.
|
|
SIXTH YEAR
|
Post by charlotte elaine maybury on Jan 27, 2014 23:00:02 GMT
with my chin in the palm of my hands
about you, you and only you
got me daydreaming
with my chin in the palm of my hands
words: 557 outfit: click !tagged: open <3 notes: sorry for the wait ! "Exactically!" She grinned, beginning to play with a large stand of her hair. "But the Quidditch stuff will go the way you want it too, because you’re the bestest player on the Hufflepuff team." Charlie stated, one hundred percent sure that her prediction would end up being true. Weston truly was a good player… at least in her opinion! She’d been to a number of their games, and from what she could tell he had a lot of potential. Not that she really knew all that much about Quidditch, but still! Whatever he was doing seemed like it was right, so that’s what she was sticking with. As she munched on the candies, the redhead began to flip through the textbook, waiting for him to start explaining what it was he had trouble with. If she was being honest, Potions wasn’t really her strongest subject… but she had yet to blow anything up, which seemed to be a step up from where Weston currently was. "Maybe it’s just a concentration problem…" Charlie began, her voice trailing off as someone she didn’t recognized approached their table. From what she could gather, his name was Kendrick… and he wasn’t nice at all. "Why not?" She asked curiously, looking from Weston to Kendrick and then back. "Didn’t his parents teach him it’s rude to be, um… rude?" The Hufflepuff really didn’t know how to reply to something like that. In her little world, all people were at least a tiny bit nice, and anyone that wasn’t was just imaginary. But it was rather hard to consider that select group as imaginary when one such person was leaning rather heavily on her shoulder and playing with her hair. She felt her cheeks start to flush a light pink as Kendrick got close, trying to shrink away from him as his chin touched her shoulder. "Mean people aren’t fun!" She whispered, her small fists clenching in her lap. Just as the redhead was getting ready to duck under the table, the uncomfortable situation turned violent, and she let out what would have been akin to a banshees shriek as the first punch was thrown, her hands flying over her mouth so as to stifle the sound. Under normal conditions she wouldn’t have hesitated calling the librarian over, but something about this situation was different. Weston was involved, and if she did call the librarian over he’d get in trouble. And getting Weston in trouble was the last thing Charlie wanted to do, especially now that he’d basically saved her. The Hufflepuff waited with tense shoulders until Kendrick had left before springing out of her seat and practically throwing herself at Weston, hugging him tightly. "Thank you!" She pulled away quickly, her cheeks flushing an even darker shade of pink as she clasped her hands together and began to nervously fiddle with them. Weston may have won their little duel, but Kendrick had still landed a good blow or two, and the redhead sincerely hoped that he wasn’t hurt. She hesitated for a moment before unclasping her hands and reaching up to lightly touch his jaw, a small frown settling across her features. "I’m fine now that he’s gone." She smiled. "But are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?" Charlie asked her eyes wide as she waited for him to reply. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE
|
|