Seventh Floor Corridor You must passage through this way to get to towers above the fray. |
Ivan walked along the corridor staring around at all the neat things there. His dorm was kind of neat but he didn't really like sharing a room with everyone else he liked his own room at home. His hands in his pockets he smiled to himself and continued down the corridor curious at what else he'd find. |
Decked out in her Pink sweat pants, a hoodie that went perfectly with them, and a pair of fuzzy, warm house shoes, Lexi climbed out of the portrait hole and shot the Fat Lady a rude glance as she made a scathing remark. "No need to be rude!" she muttered. Smoothing down her pants she looked up when she heard footsteps and smiled widely as she spotted Ivan. "Wandering around, eh? How are liking your common room and all that?" she asked as he got closer to her. |
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"Yeah this place is pretty cool and we're so close to each other." Yup that was what was awesome. He didn't have to climb a ton of steps to see her. "It's all so new but I'm not fond of the sharing a dorm thing much." Or at all. People might touch his things and ruin his jackets and....oh a fate too horrible to think on. "Care to be my personal tour guide?" he asked with a smirk as he held out his arm to her. |
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"Yeah, the shared dorm thing was a bit much for me when I got here. I was an only child so I never shared anything before," she commented. Smiling brightly she linked her arm through his as she stepped closer to him. "I would love to. What do you want to see first? Any ideas?" she asked him with a sideways glance. |
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Wait...share? "Do...I have to share stuff? Aside from the room I mean." He hoped not. That would be so not ideal. Smiling as she slipped her arm through his he shrugged, "Don't know. What's the most popular stuff here?" |
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Flexing. That was CUTE. She giggled and felt of his small bicep. "I think you are hot, Mr. Vorpatril," she told him with a wink. "Nooo, I meant the room and the bathrooms. I never shared anything at all. Not even a loo," she said with a giggle and a snort. ... Popular here. "I told you my favorite place is the library, personally. We could out to the grounds though if you would like," she replied with a shrug of her own. |
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Hearing her giggle as he flexed though made him turn slightly red and he stuck his hand in his pocket, "Yeah, well, seems I need to work out a bit." SHE GIGGLED AT HIM. How mortifying. "Well as long as I don't have to share my things," he said still trying to get himself together. Well he had walked right into that. He wasn't built, he was tall and toned. Miles was built...stupid little twerp. "Or we could do both," he said with a smile and led her to the stairs. "Unless you have something to do that is." |
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She noticed he blushed. Oh no! Had she embarrassed him? "I was giggling because you are cute, Boyfriend. I think you are perfect the way you are, just like I told you before," she said sincerely. She really DID think he was perfect. Shrugging she chuckled. "I have nothing to do, no. You said you didn't care to hang out in the library though. So we can go out to the grounds if you would like. I wonder what Mr. Stryker has put together for us," she said idly. Hmmm. It wouldn't be as cool as Masterson's treehouse... she was sure of that. |
"Ahh but I was thinking more natural disasters. Being in a tower isn't really safe if the castle is physically crumbling below it. Though then again if I were to attack the castle I would attack from both points. Ground and air. Divide attention you know. And probably from two different sides," he said thoughtfully as he continued to walk toward the stairs. "Sometimes it is better to run than defend," he said stoically. If his dad had run he'd be alive today then again if he hadn't stayed Ivan himself might not be alive but there was no way to know now. A change of subject was necessary. Yup. Back to his own humiliation then. He ended up grinning though as she called him boyfriend. "You know that's the first time you said that." He smirked before giving her a grin. "I like it." Moving his arm he chose to hold her hand instead. "Lexi Denver, my girlfriend," oh that still made him want to act like his hyperactive cousin but instead he smirked. "Outside we go then." |
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"The first time I have said it to you, perhaps. I have said it before though. Glad you like the title, there, sir. YOu are kind of stuck with it for a while,"she teased. A while. Meaning until he got tired of her. Then her smiled reappeared and widened. "And I like that." She then squeezed his hand and began to lead them toward the staircase. |
Heather walked into the hall and made her way to the stairs. There were so many things to look at here. |
For Miss. Lissy Lou! Sophia was walking with her hands in her pockets to no where in particular. She just needed to get away from all of the chaoticness of the crazy Gryffindors. She needed some peace and quiet after her, well, eventful summer. She saw a couple other people in the corridor, none of whom she knew. While in the middle of a deep thought, she tripped randomly over her own two feet. "Ugh." she muttered, as she sat on the floor. "Just what I needed." she said, still sitting there. She didn't really feel like getting up at this point. |
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What was up here? The two common rooms obviously but that didn't do him much good--maybe he'd go take a look at the observatory or something. As he wandered down the hall, he wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion as he noticed someone was sitting right in the middle of the hall. Well that was odd. Who'd just sit there in the middle of the hall when someone could step on them? "Do you need some help?" he asked, approaching the girl and wondering if maybe he needed the nurse or something. Maybe she'd broken her ankle! |
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Should she introduce herself, or should she just walk away with a thanks? "My name is Sophia Lombardi, I am a second year Gryffindor." she said, grinning. "And yourself?" she asked the boy. She finger combed her hair, because it was probably extremly messy right now, and she hated when her hair was messy, espically when she was meeting new people. |
The one thing he had never noticed about the seventh floor corridor, was it had these really nice nooks and crannies that if one was determined enough, they could fit themselves into and remain in comfort for the majority of the day. Indeed that was how he had been spending the last few hours, squished up on one of the narrow windowsills, his back resting comfortably against the stone and his eyes closed. From here, he could listen to the soft whisper of the wind outside and the bustle of students inside. A place where his mind could wander and at the same time think. The strangest thing was that he had never discovered this before and it was a pity that it was in his last year that he found the built-in stations of relaxation. |
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Completely oblivious to Sabel's presence she stopped when she noticed her shoe was untied and bent to remedy that problem. |
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"I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving Oh the days go by so fast..." Grinning, he cracked an eye open and looked down at his friend. "Don't stop, that was rather good." |
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Shrugging again she began to pick at the sleeve of her hoodie a bit nervously. Why was he having this effect on her lately? It was crazy making whatever it was. He didn't love her, he never would. She needed to let her feelings go. Period, end of story. |
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Once again he tilted his head at her, considering her expression and her fiddling. "Everything okay?" |
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Refusing to look at him she replied, "Lot going on I suppose." Lot of unexplained jealousy where he was concerned. It all made her uncomfortable. She had been so very content with their situation. Or lack thereof. But not, she couldn't be around him without wanting what Arya was stupidly throwing away. She would give anything if Sabel would look at her the way he does Arya. Anything. "Why... ah hell it doesn't matter anymore," she began. Why won't I ever be good enough... that wasn't a question she wanted to ask. Not to Sabel. He would tell her why. |
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"Hey." Reaching up he caught a stray strand of her hair and pushed it back behind her ear. "Talk to me?" It had been a long time since they had been open with one another, but there had been a time where she had confided in him. And he hoped that she still trusted him enough for that, or that at the very least, she knew she could come to him if she needed someone to talk to. |
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When he touched her she shut her eyes and SIGHED again. She was doing that a lot. "Why don't you love me, Sabel. I just need to know so I can forget about it all. I just need to know what is wrong with me. Why you don't look at me the way you used to. Why you look at HER the way I wish you would look at me," she said in a tiny voice that was strangely devoid of any emotion. "I am not going to get angry with you, I won't cry, you won't hurt my feelings. I want the truth though. The truth as to why you can never love me like that. Then I can tell you my side of things and we can drop it and let it all fall behind us... or I can let it go anyway. I want to have no unresolved issues," she added in an even smaller voice. |
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