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[alice josephine logan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #222538;] [style= width: 200px; height: 401px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; font-family: arial; font-size: 10; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #222538; margin-right: 8px; margin-top: 41px; opacity: 0.7; float: right; overflow: auto;] No one had ever accused Ali of being smart. Perfect, yes, that was something she was called all too often. Which is why she was pregnant now. Perfect people didn't get pregnant before they were married and certainly not with one of their best friends. At least, Alice had thought of Sirius as that even though they didn't speak often. He had his boys and she had Lily and he whored himself around. The basis for their friendship was probably that Alice never was one of those girls. But bet time with Frank Longbottom and a gratuitous amount of fire whiskey later and boom, she was two months pregnant. It was like the unpleasant feeling her petite frame had felt when eating too much except for the fact that it never went away. She hadn't spoken to Sirius since then, but he had to of known by now. He hadn't made overwhelming or even small attempts to speak to her which made her feel like an even bigger slut. A lot more people knew, and loved her just the same. Lily had hugged her, and Alice had cried. This child was going to have the most wonderful godmother. She hadn't exactly been straightforward with Emma. How could she have been? She'd be a complete disappointment, a failure as a big sister...she couldn't live with it. However she promised herself she would tell her. Tonight, or on this trip at any case. That was one of the ways she justified going. She and Emma both needed the escape, something fun. Hopefully this weekend could be it. However, she couldn't write off all this extra weight just as eating a lot for much longer. No, she would tell Emma, and pray to whomever was out there that she wouldn't completely hate her too. And then...there was Frank. It had all started that day in the qudditch locker rooms, with her sobbing like an idiot. Briefly she had wished that she was one of those girls who still looked pretty even when she cried. Which was stupid considering that it was Longbottom walking in. Suffice to say, she'd told him everything. He was absolutely perfect to her and had been so kind. It wasn't like pity or anything, but genuine concern. Alice started to find that she was liking him a lot. Like as more than a friend. Constant denial was usually the route she took, but she wasn't that stupid. They'd kissed randomly during parties and other things, dismissing the action as they just had too much to drink. But that didn't explain why when he called up for a game of truth or dare or spin the bottle, Ali came running. And yes, as lame as it was she felt..something. She wouldn't say 'fireworks' for the chance of sounding horribly cliche, but...it was pretty damn close to that, whatever it was. She found a spot and rolled out her tent, watching it rise with the aid of her wand. She smiled at her handiwork. It wasn't a terribly large or fancy tent, but it would sleep two comfortably, and make a nice place for a small group to play a late night game of cards or whatever. There wouldn't be any alcohol for this girl tonight. Stupid she may be, but she wasn't that stupid. [/style]

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[peter pettigrew]

YOU'LL FIND US CHASING THE SUN

THEY SAID THIS DAY WOULDN'T COME

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Peter breathed a sigh of relief when he successfully apparated to the beach - nevermind that he appeared in the water. Apparating was still new to him, having finally passed his test two weeks ago despite his seventeenth birthday being back in February. He flailed for a moment before propelling himself toward the shore, hoping no one had seen his blunder. After stumbling onto the sand, Peter checked the backpack he'd been clinging to, to make sure it was still sealed. The last thing he needed right now was for his wand to be floating in the middle of the ocean. Thankfully everything was still intact, albeit sopping wet. Finally able to relax, he looked around the beach to see who had arrived before him. Loads of Gryffindors, of course, though not many of them friends of his. The McKinnons and Lily and Alice were nothing more than acquaintances, if that. Peter wasn't very good when it came to talking to women. There was Frank Longbottom with his massive tent that Peter was sure he could weasel his way into, since he'd conveniently forgotten to bring one. And then there was Remus. Peter grinned when he spotted him. If anyone on this beach would be willing and able to help him out with a drying charm, it would be his favorite prefect. Clutching the bag to his chest, he ran across the sand to where his friend stood, shouting as he went. "HEY, REMUS, DO YOU KNOW ANY GOOD DRYING-" He stopped himself when he took notice of Kyndrick Laurent near by, and came to a halt a few feet away. "Um, charms. Drying charms. H-hi, Kyndrick," he stuttered. Peter's crush on the Ravenclaw wasn't exactly a secret, but that didn't make it any less awkward for him to be around her. Especially with Remus standing right there. words; 316 tag; remus, kyndrick, whomever note; lyrics: "chasing the sun" by the wanted template made by missickle

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[florence ariadne penderghast]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] flo blinked as they apparated onto the scene, her arm linked with that of hunter rein’s. ”there are a lot of gryfindors here” she remarked, her first reaction already not particularly amused. her nose scrunched up, raising her chin in the air. she smiled fake cheerily nevertheless. surely others would show up. she wasn’t exactly willing to sit there and party with the likes of peter pettigrew. of course, but the marauders weren’t completely terrible though. but sirius black really was a nice thing to look at wasn’t he? maybe she’d catch up with him. he definitely deserved her attention. she grinned at hunter. ”ready to start the party, darling?” she winked before making her way over to the crowd that had already gathered. she carried with her a small purse, which was magically bigger on the inside. she had on a dress which was undoubtedly just stopped at “short”. meant to impress, as flo always was. “i see my darling sister has already arrived without me” flo remarked, shooting a dazzling smile molly’s way. she clucked her tongue a few times. really though, what was molly doing here? was she lost? it wasn’t so much that florence even disliked molly though, she just liked to torment her, and being the older sister, it was relatively easy. molly gave her plenty of material too. “what are you doing here, molls? shouldn’t you be off… reading a history of magic for the seventh time? this isn’t exactly your area” she added, laughing at her own jokes. she gave molly a maximum of five seconds to answer her question but was already distracted by other things to really care for her answer. there was nothing like taunting molly on a rainy day, but alas, this was not a rainy day. this was a fabulous night, and it was about to be a fabulous party so florence would continue to ignore your younger sister as she did most days. she waved at a few others as she passed them by. she spun around and walked away, tapping kyndrick on the shoulder and giving her a loving hug. she’d missed her best friend, though it had been a few days since she’ d last seen her. ”olivia, kyndrick!” she said in an overly cheery, sunshine and daisies voice. ”is this the party? i don’t see any dancing, no music, no drinking. you’re letting your guests down sweetheart,” she raised an eyebrow, hoping to challenge kyndrick into becoming more interesting. She took out the radio from her too small purse, aiming her wand at the radio, and setting it down on the ground. With a bit of a swish and a small popping nose, the tiny radio began to blare fast paced music in a noise much louder than looked possible from the small thing. it had already been enchanted to play music much louder than it appeared to be able to. she turned her attention back to kyndrick with a smirk on her face, waiting for her friend to accept her challenge. notes, hehe fun flo thanks brooklyn from caution

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[severus allen snape]

LEAVE ME OUT WITH THE WASTE

The crowd was steadily growing down at the beach. Severus had been watching it grow for sometime now as he waited in a small alcove that rested far to the right amongst some trees and the larger cave. He hadn't been sure about coming to the party, as he sat and waited he questioned himself. Was it risky to show up? It wasn't like he had specifically been invited, but everyone was invited. At least everyone in the top few years of school. That group included him. But did it really? Did Severus really belong to the crowd that was starting to enjoy the night? He knew that his potions would be asked for, and he had only brought a few with him, and that beyond that his usefulness would die away. He'd turn into the punching bag, the scapegoat, the one person that everyone could gather around with a common goal: kick him when he's down. He gulped. He should have stayed where he knew it was safe, but he had been too excited. For once in his life, Severus had a little bit of courage welling up inside of him, something that called to him and said, "Hey, get what you deserve!" And it was a good voice, it was a happy feeling. It was him telling himself that he didn't have to just be the potions supplier, he didn't have to merely be the joke. He could fit in, he could bring his own set of key personality points to the group, and he could have fun with them. He was strange, but there were people at Hogwarts that embraced strangeness.

He just hoped they were there. Severus finally made up his mind, and he ditched the alcove. He aparated to nearer the entrance and waited until there was no one nearby. He'd walk in solo, he'd stand out better that way, and then he wouldn't run the risk of being cut down before he'd even made it to the party. With a deep breath he took his first step forward. All the school smarts in the world couldn't have saved him from this, as he tumbled downwards after tripping on the only stray tree branch in sight. He threw his arms in front of him, closed his eyes, and sincerely hoped for the best. He landed in the mess of mud, stray bits of grass, and the edge of the beach's sand, his light grey t-shirt now taking on the distinct color of slop. Even as he tried to protect his face, his nose dipped into the mud and his hair, for one night of his life time looking like he wanted it to look, lathered itself with the mess. Severus could have cried had he not been so worried about someone from behind him seeing the fall. There was no one there at the moment. He stood up quickly, his foot getting stuck in the mud and almost taking him back down again, but he held his ground. Severus swiftly pulled out his wand and did what he could to clear it away from his
face and hair, and he took off most of the globs from his shirt and jeans. It wasn't enough. He looked like he'd aparated himself straight into the thick sediments of the black lake.

He pulled off his shirt and threw it behind a large boulder. The jeans were a dark color and he sincerely hoped they'd dry, but he couldn't be sure they would. He summoned another shirt from his pile that sat, neatly folded, atop his dresser. He anxiously waited for it to whiz on by him by casting large amounts of hot air towards the wet spot on his zipper. It didn't seem to be helping. In a fit of nerves Severus quickly pulled off the jeans and did another summoning charm. Had he stored the jeans in the drawers? Or where they still in his chest? By the time he had figured it out and mumbled accio under his breath, the hair on his legs had started to stand up in the cold, and goosebumps covered his body. The green briefs he'd carelessly picked out this morning didn't offer much warmth, and there was a steady breeze coming off the water. His new clothes were almost too far for the charms to work, but he was confident they'd be here soon. Until then Severus just had to wait, shivering his scraggly body to warmth.

WORDS 748 TAGGED errbody NOTES [color=657358ahahahaha snape. i'm so mean to him, but i love him. deeply.

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[rita colline skeeter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] tonight we are young Rita looked up to Kyndrick. She looked up to the way that Kyn always had a fun way to pass the time. She looked up to the way that Kyn managed her classmates, always able to summon everyone to a party or she knew how to make sure it was just those select few. And Rita looked up to the way that Kyn succeeded in everything. She was a Ravenclaw, and surely Rita thought that was the best house. She was amazingly good looking. She held her alcohol, for the most part, with composure. Rita wanted to be Kyndrick. She wanted the glory that came from being the starlet who arranged every big party of the year, who also could get any boy (or girl) she wanted, and who did it all with the grace and elegance that was Kyndrick Laurent. Well, maybe Rita's view point was skewed, it always was just a little bit, but that didn't really matter in the end. Any girl seeking popularity, romance, and fun would look up to Kyndrick and only afterwards would they realize that they had picked a role model that would change their reputations in ways they never would have imagined. But then again, Rita needed a good change in her reputation. She arrived at the party alone, so certain she wouldn't be leaving alone as long as Holden was there, and she was ready to enjoy the night. She had left her memo pad back at home. Her quill, too, was stashed away under mattress. Last time she had ruined her chances, what little chances she might have had, with her lover boy by running around like an amateur reporter. She was more skilled than that, and it wasn't like there would be anything going on that her readers of the Hogwarts Press wouldn't have seen. Instead, she reinforced her mind for the night with a retaining memory charm and decided to let loose. Kyndrick, after all, didn't gallop around her parties taking notes on all that happened, and Rita was going to be like Kyndrick. Of all of Rita's obsessions, becoming the elder Ravenclaw girl was probably the worst of them. It had caused her to stop eating pastries and other fatty things, but that did only last a week. It had induced her first terrible night of drinking, and later vomiting. It had even put a damper on her studies, she let her potions work fall flat and barely scraped an A on her divinations OWL. So, with no current worries, and armed with a very short skirt and lipstick laced with a very mild love-potion, Rita bounded down to the beach. The beach! It was already turning out to be a very magical evening. The smell of salt water filled the air, and the cool breeze gently played through her hair. Tents were being set up for a variety of "sleep overs" and Rita was sure that at least half of the people present had already added some liquid courage to their system. The who's who of the party scene had mostly all shown up and Rita, though trying to stay calm, had already run their names -- attached to several catchy headlines -- through her head five times over. It was that old part of Rita she failed at covering up that was beginning to boil over, that part of Rita that got excited at social gatherings, the part that noticed the way jokes burned and pick-up lines danced. Try all she might, Rita would always be Skeeter. so i set the world on fire

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