|
|
Post by olivia beatrice mckinnon on Feb 20, 2011 3:21:45 GMT -5
 AND THEN THAT WORD GREW LOUDER AND LOUDER, UNTIL IT WAS A BATTLE CRY!
ALL YOU CAN DO IS TRY TO KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE AS YOU HEAD OFF TO THE WAR
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The fire was blasting out of its stone walls, but the common room stayed a quite a comfortable temperature. That was, for now it did. The evening was growing darker, and classes were done for the week, and that meant just one thing: more gryffindors than the common room could possibly fit. Sure there would be those that walked the corridors of Hogwarts with friends, or sat in detention for last week's pranks, but for the most part things were crowded. The fire was stoked well, and would last until the last student disappeared upstairs for bed, but if the seventh years had any say, that wouldn't be for a while. Ollie sat with her legs stretched out over the couch in the middle of the room. She laid her head back and let her long hair dangle to the ground, and she opened her mouth in a silent roar. Lions tended to do that.
Parties were never planned, but firewhiskey was brought anyway. The seventh years had hold of multiple decks of muggle cards, and poker was usually started up by nine. If the youngsters were scared off fast enough, things might get frisky and students may start losing their clothes, but that was only a once in a while type of fun. In the corner a wild game of exploding snap would be roaring above the dull roar of the sea of maroon and gold. Ollie let an intoxicating potion drip through her veins, the last drop of her own fountain of youth. Nothing like drugs made in class to boost your morale. And she needed it, just as much as any other near graduate of Hogwarts. This night may be grand old fun, but the nights to come were bringing war into their young lives. She drank to forget the names she would surely lose in the years to come.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
SHORT POSTS; PARTY & WAR DISCUSSION
OPEN TO ANYONE ^__^ |
|
|
|
Post by marlene edith mckinnon on Mar 24, 2011 14:07:32 GMT -5
 
The common room door swung open and Marlene gracefully climbed in, a bit of a scowl marring her normally friendly face. The sixth year had just spent her entire evening in the library, working on a particularly difficult star map. She still wasn’t entirely sure that she had all the positions right, but the librarian had herded the lingering sixth year out so she could close shop and go to bed. Marlene had been a bit startled, she hadn’t realized it was late enough to be near curfew. She had been a bit put out once she knew that her entire evening had been wasted on a drawing of stars instead of looking at the real ones. Mar only felt vindicated when she met a pair of Ravenclaws who had spent the evening outside and claimed it had been perfectly gorgeous all evening!
Stupid Astrology.
Stupid procrastination.
The tall Gryffindor dropped her bag on the floor by the door, and instantly forgot about it. She’d pick it up before bed, or perhaps before class tomorrow. Marlene wasn’t worried. It wasn’t like there was anything in it worth stealing, unless you happened to be a sixth year in Astrology. Good luck though, this was one assignment Marlene wasn’t going to do terribly well on.
Running her fingers through her tangled hair, a habit of Marlene’s, she made her way through the packed common room, looking for a place to settle in for a couple of hours. No more homework, perhaps a game or two of exploding snap. Unless something better came up, which it might, if the scattered bottled of firewhiskey were any indication.
“Ollie!” Mar called, spotting her sister in the middle of the common room. Her bad mood instantly forgotten, she moved past several chairs holding at least one, sometimes two people, to settle on the floor across from Olivia’s couch. The seventh year using an ottoman for a footrest was forcibly displaced as Mar, without asking, rested her head and an arm half on his legs. She didn't even flinch when the seventh year pulled shifted, giving Mar the space she needed to settle in more comfortably. It might have looked like an uncomfortable position, but certainly wasn’t in practice.
“What’s that?” Mar nodded to the potion, curious
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, Ollie, anyone else
they’re all, 358
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “(:” |
|
|
|
Post by olivia beatrice mckinnon on Mar 30, 2011 15:12:26 GMT -5
AND THEN THAT WORD GREW LOUDER AND LOUDER, UNTIL IT WAS A BATTLE CRY!
ALL YOU CAN DO IS TRY TO KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE AS YOU HEAD OFF TO THE WAR
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ollie shifted in her seat, letting her long legs dangled over the edge of the sofa she was sitting in to make room for Marlene. She was used to it of course, the Mckinnons didn't waste time asking if they could steal that spot because usually the answer was going to be no. They just sat down without wasting their breath. She rolled her eyes over to gaze in Marlene's direction, her eyes dilated and her movements slightly slow. She took a final swallow and handed over the potion to her sister. "Its an Elixir to Induce Euphoria, mixed with half a bottle of Dizziness Draught. Slughorn adores me for thinking it up." She laughed, knowing that Slughorn didn't really imagine his great students doing anything subpar with their finished potions. "Promised him I'd hand it over to St. Mungos for the depression kids."
Ollie leaned her head back once more, letting the happy feeling drift over her, and watching the room spin in it's golden colors. She needed this, probably more than the kids at St. Mungos, because Ollie was an adult suffering from sadness. The whole world it seemed, was busy getting together, and Ollie stood off against the wall watching it happen. It was truly a miracle that Skeeter hadn't noticed her disappearance from the circle of romance at Hogwarts. Marlene, saw Ollie on her broom or out with her animals, and that was always a time of slight joy. Ollie wouldn't ever let her younger sister see that anything was wrong, not if she could help it. So her potion lifted the smile to her face and spun her around in that bubbly, intoxicating euphoria.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
YEE GODS ITS SHORT, I KNOW....SORRY |
|
|
|
Post by frank alexander longbottom on Mar 30, 2011 21:36:28 GMT -5
 Frank Longbottom had just invested a good amount of his time prepping for this party. It wasn’t a real party, per say, but it was what the Gryffindors did at the end of the week when they were over their fourth year and had any sense of social awareness. Frank had also been waiting for this to come up. As usual, he and a certain Alice Logan had made a bet. It was ridiculous, but for Frank, life pretty much revolved around bets with Ace. It was his hobby. It was how he spent his days. It was his motivation to do well in classes. It was his drive to beat others at quidditch. No matter what, there would always be another bet with Ace coming up, hopefully bigger and better than the last.
And they’d taunt at each other, endlessly and in such a way that suggested they both had it down to an art form. Frank Longbottom and Alice Logan loved to hate each other. Well, not hate each other. Hate was way too strong a word for what they had. It was just competitive. That was all. And, maybe it was a bit of a thrill for him. He didn’t know if it was that way for her, but Frank felt this rush when he was going to beat Alice. Even when he lost a bet, he still felt this strange kind of warmth underneath all his need to beat her, like he was happy to watch her gloat if it meant she’d smile more. That was cheesy. Frank quickly shook off the thought and reflected back to their current bet.
Frank had to go a full night without sleeping with anyone. Alice had to lose her virginity. This, to Frank, was hilarious. She’d gotten so defensive about it all, insisting she wasn’t a virgin! She obviously was though. And that was going to change. And Frank found it funny. Yet, some part of him knew how wrong it was and wanted to tell her it wasn’t a big deal and the bet was off. But bets were never just off between them. Stalled, maybe. Never just quit! They were Gryffindors! They couldn’t quit. They would most likely self-combust if they did so.
In prep for the night’s bet, Frank wore a tremendously worn out pair of huge reading glasses that had once belonged to his grandfather. Her wore a sweater-vest that had the less-than-flattering paisley pattern of pale pink and dark gray. He had also indulged in suspenders. Her combed his hair and slicked it back into a style the had much too much thought put into it. He’d even found a spell in a book in the back of the library to give himself acne! Who had ever heard of such a thing?! Frank simply wanted to look his least appealing so he wouldn’t even be tempted to sleep with anyone. He had to be less charming and more…. Intelligent. That actually wouldn’t be so hard for Frank. Perhaps dry. He had to have that dry sense of humor people associated with boring Ravenclaws, not fun ones like Kyndrick Laurent who whored themselves around.
When Frank entered the common room, he stretched his arms wide in the air and let out a massively over-dramatized yawn. This was him presenting himself to a room full of his peers. This was his way of saying, ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen. As you can see, I’m off the market tonight. Yes, it’s a bet. Enjoy the look on her face because she never would have been able to guess I own suspenders! That’s all.” Frank loved himself a little too much.
He quickly spotted the two Mckinnon sisters on a couch taking some kind of delectable looking potion that Frank was sure Ollie was behind. He put a little extra bounce in his step as if he were showing off in a dance competition as he wandered over to their location. He quickly sat on the other side of Ollie and looked at her with a boyish grin that even his fake acne couldn’t spoil. ”Ollie, Ollie, Ollie oxen free. What have you got there? It looks interesting.” Frank started. And then, he thought he may have caught a glint of blond hair behind him. Some need to make a drastic move pushed Frank further. ”Never mind. Don’t tell me. It’ll be a surprise. Feel like sharing?” He inquired with a goofy kind of glint in his eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by marlene edith mckinnon on Apr 7, 2011 20:36:01 GMT -5
Marlene settled into the couch easily, leaning her head on the back cushion and folding her legs up under her. She certainly knew how to fill space. Olivia looked like she had started the party hours earlier, a glazed and spaced out expression on her face, and her limbs just moved so lazily, in such a lulling fashion. Marlene was sorely tempted, and felt an ever so brief pang of jealousy at Ollie’s potion skills. Marlene’s own potion OWL had gone terribly... Literally. She had received the dreaded T that most Ravenclaws insisted was an urban legend. It would have been impossible for her to perform any worse on that exam. She was a menace when it came to potions, and therefore couldn’t create any of the concoctions Ollie made with ease. But, as quick it came, the pang passed and Marlene instead felt pride. McKinnons were brilliant people, Ollie was no exception.
“It sounds like it might be better than firewhiskey,” the younger McKinnon smiled, taking a long swig before handing the bottle back to Ollie. “How long does it take to kick in?” the liquid had tasted quite good, and it was easy to see why the depressed kids at St. Mungo’s would be prime candidates for the drug. It was good, had euphoria, and felt so nice... The effect was almost instantaneous. Just what Marlene needed after a long evening in the library. Sighing with satisfaction, Marlene burrowed deeper into the couch cushions. “I could float, that’s lovely Ollie...”
“So, tell me about your week...” Marlene lazily waved a hand in Ollie’s direction. They were both so busy with NEWTS, though Ollie seemed to have even less free time with Mar between quidditch and all her animals... As she waited for Ollie to spill the highlights and lowlights of her week, Marlene scanned the Gryffindor common room. Fifth years studying for OWLS, a pair of second years embroiled in an intense game of wizard’s chess. Shouldn’t they be in bed? They should definitely be in bed. Where were all the sixth and seventh years? Surely not still in the library...
Speaking of missing sixth or seventh years... Frank Longbottom had made his way into the common room and was currently walking in the direction of the McKinnon sisters. At least, Marlene thought it was Frank. “Ollie...” Marlene was going to make a comment about Frank’s, er, interesting appearance, but he had already arrived and was sitting himself down next to Ollie.
“What happened to your face?” Marlene lazily let her head loll to its side, towards the person that was now obviously Frank, but of course, Ollie’s head was in the way. “The nurse can fix that, you know.” It was true, she had fixed up Marlene’s last outbreak rather quickly. Though she was curious, Marlene was quickly and easily distracted. “Ollie, you’ve got such a nice hair colour. Have I ever told you that?”
"Does this potion take long to wear off?"
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, the gryffindors!
they’re all, 488
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “everyone else should come and join the party! <3” |
|
|
|
Post by lily anne evans on Apr 13, 2011 20:14:55 GMT -5
 Lily Evans had always had a sort of prim a proper sense about her. People had a rude tendency to call her a prude because of it. She just didn’t have the seem need to act out like most of her peers. She shared a dormitory with Marlene Mckinnon and she knew how other girls liked to drink and party and have a good time. Even Ali… Alice drank. Lily didn’t though. Lily was always wrapped up in homework and charms credits. She was doing Prefect duties and impressing people with her knowledge of abstract wizarding history. She wasn’t at parties, unless bribed by Kyndrick Laurent of course. She didn’t dive into the social scene beautifully. The only times she did attend these little functions was when they were held in the Gryffindor common room. Those were Lily’s exclusive moments to step out into the chaos and be with them all. She’d sit quietly and observe and help out when people needed her. But she wasn’t like the rest of them. Until tonight.
Lily had left her Prefect badge on top of her trunk in the girl’s dormitory and changed out of her school clothes into a pair of flared jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was a mess and she’d pulled it back into a kind of bun if you could call it that. Her makeup was simple, nothing too flashy, but colorful like all the other girls wore. Honestly, it had been a gift from her mother and she rarely wore it. She had on a plain pair of navy converse tennis shoes. She looked as relaxed as she could get. Lily had a bad habit of looking sort of uptight most of the time. She tried to shake it out and be normal like everyone else, but that was easier said than done.
Lily had made her way down into the common room as other students filtered through. Most of the younger ones had gone to bed or had taken to studying in their dorms. This was an upper class students only kind of a thing. Lily liked it that way. She’d even helped herself to a glass of wine a student offered. Lily had never, ever drank before. This was entirely new to her. After a few sips, she felt light and slightly dizzy. She liked the feeling, like she was floating. She smiled and rolled up her sleeves. Why did she feel so hot all of a sudden? Were the fires really that blazing? Lily laughed to herself for no reason. This had to be what it was like being Kyndrick Laurent. Maybe that was why the girl always looked so out there. She was floating all the time.
Lily spotted a familiar bunch of friends sitting nearby. She tip-toed over on slightly shakier legs and took a seat in one of the arm-chairs. She grinned playfully and aimed her focus to Olivia, Marlene, and Frank. ”Anyone seen James yet?” She asked, setting the glass down on the table. She didn’t want to drink too much the first time she’d ever tried anything. It was just wine though, right? That’s what the guy had said. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
|
|
|
|
Post by olivia beatrice mckinnon on Apr 16, 2011 14:40:18 GMT -5
  AND THEN THAT WORD GREW LOUDER AND LOUDER, UNTIL IT WAS A BATTLE CRY!
ALL YOU CAN DO IS TRY TO KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE AS YOU HEAD OFF TO THE WAR
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As Ollie drifted the common room slowly filled with people. More and more of the older students started popping out of their holes of studying or snogging, and began to join the scene. Frank wandered down in a strange get-up, something Ollie immediately blamed on her potion. Funny, I didn't know it'd have that kind of effect... She thought to herself and giggled. It wasn't until Marlene commented on it that Ollie realized he actually looked that way to everyone. She was definitely going to be slow tonight, slow to catch on, and this one thing was still escaping her. "Frank why?" She spoke, her voice a happy medium between intoxicated and bliss. She just shook her head and handed him the last of the potion. "Drink away...you need it." She giggled again and laid her head back down again as Marlene spoke.
The comment about her week flew on passed Oliva, and even if she had caught it, she wouldn't have enjoyed answering. Her week had been the same as always but life just seemed to drag her down day after day. She couldn't put her finger on it really, because by the time she started to really think hard on it quidditch would come up, or the common room would fill with all of her favorite friends and the drinking games would begin. She smiled at Marlene, loving how carefree her sister always seemed to be. "I wish it was dark like yours, and uhm I don't really know..." She laughed again, clutching her sides in the sudden fit that struck her. Her giggles and laughs continued as Lily came and joined them. "James...probably running around with Black again."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
HAHA - HYSTERICAL LAUGHING IS ALWAYS FUN. |
|
|
|
Post by james potter on Apr 21, 2011 15:49:14 GMT -5
 James stumbled in past the portrait of the fat lady. He and Sirius had made a quick trip to Hogsmeade for some extra spirits, James and Sirius knew that something would be happening in the Gryffindor common and they didn’t want to be unprepared. James had tested one or two of their findings on the return trip; he had told Sirius that he’ll meet him later as they split off on their own preferred paths. It had been rather difficult dodging attention through the corridors with the various liquids already in his body but James couldn’t resist the challenge of prefect evasion with the added challenge of intoxication. In his lust for a challenge he had also left his beloved cloak back in the dorms, what fun would it be if he could just waltz past everyone? It was rather easy going, until the fifth floor. James had dropped one of the bottles he was carrying, luckily it didn’t break but the noise alerted someone that he had just passed by a floor down. James had snatched up the bottle and ran up the stairs, the castle seemed to look out for him and with a stroke of luck the staircase decided to change right as he made the landing.
Now grinning as he thought back to his luck James scanned the room. He saw a familiar crowd gathering about the couches, James started walking over but then he noticed the two people playing wizards chess. He changed his course. The two looked up curiously; he ignored them and looked at the board. James loved wizards’ chess, and loved coming from behind, toying with the people he played with to think that they are winning, but above all he liked messing with people and this game was going bad for one of the players. He looked at one of the boys and noticed he was rather flushed of color, good to know his reputation is still making an impact. James grinned and told the ghost of the boy’s piece a coordinate. The other player looked down and groaned in dismay at a check mate. “Better remember that move next time.” James said to the astonished boy who had just scored a win.
James turned to the group in the center of the room. He looked curiously at Frank, this getup was a curious one and James would take every opportunity to use it tonight. As James came over and asked, “Finally letting your true self show Longbottom?” He grinned at his own comment then noticed something even more curious than Frank’s old man clown impression. He set down his load on the table and noticed a drink in front of the smiling Lily Evans, “Now what are you up to Ms. Evans?”
|
|
