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Post by Haven Raines on Apr 15, 2008 7:57:54 GMT -5
Haven was able to get to the Platform early. It took a lot of convincing of her father, but she had done it. Finding an empty compartment, she’d put her trunk and various bags away in the shelving above. That left room for her to stretch out across a seat. Haven still wore her muggle jeans and t-shirt, preferring them until she got closer to the precious school.
Leaning her back against the wall by the door, she stared out at the passing scenery. Trees and clouds flew by in a whirlwind. Calming the confusion in her own mind. Popping in her headphones, her and her father had searched hard in wizarding stores to find a cassette player which was charmed to work at school. She didn’t mind the old cassettes-they were much more convenient. Humming an old rock tune, she closed her eyes as images flew by in her eyelids.
This summer Haven had gone back to France to visit her friends. Her father said it would be best because he had ‘personal matters to deal with’ here at home. Whatever to Haven seeing as it was probably a woman. She often heard him and a woman’s voice, chatting quietly late at night. But they were too indistinguishable for her to know if she knew the woman or not. Which was slightly aggravating to say the least.
But her summer had been fun none the less. She spent time with her girlies and her best friend Kyle. He had been good to her all summer by giving her a place to stay, even though she spent most of the time at her friend Katie’s house. By the time she had to leave, Haven didn’t want to. This is why she was so even with her emotions right now; because even though she was happy to be going back to Hogwarts, she wished she was still in France with Kyle, Katie, Danielle, Amanda and the rest of the gang. Not here, on the way to the school she had not chosen no been originally accepted to.
Opening her eyes, Haven fiddled with the charm bracelet on her arm. All charms that her friends had bought her, as she had done for each of them. It helped her feel closer to them. But she felt a tear form as she toyed with the star charm. It was the one Kyle gave her the last night when they made wishes on shooting stars. The most perfect night with her best friend. It was harder with each passing day because she wasn’t able to go back until next summer, which made her bracelet more meaningful-and more painful.
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Post by Ryan Easton on Apr 16, 2008 14:43:51 GMT -5
With no clue as to why he was here early, he wondered on down the corridor of the train, just looking in and out of the empty compartments. He wasn't much for being alone, not at the moment anyhow, and what he was interested in was some particular company to make-out with. Preferrably a girl, he didn't fly the other way. And just as that thought crossed over his mind, he grimaced at the sight of guy on guy action in a particular room.
Without much hesitation, he turned the handle, and yanked the door wide open--causing a slam, and the compartment to rattle. Pulling into the entry way, looking at two startled Ravenclaws, at most they were fourth years, disgust and power painted over his features, "Next time you f*g**ts want a quiet shag, save it for the bed alright? Not the f**k'n express." He wrote them some detentions, using his prefect position for his own personal gain.
He pulled the door shut, and locked it. Shivering at the thought of two dudes makin'-out, "D*mn b*tches." He muttered underneath his breath, and continued on his way.
Didn't take long before he noticed a lonly gal, sitting by herself in the confines of a fairly small compartment. He grinned. She was hot. Ravenclaw maybe, but sexy never the less. This could get good, a little feel up before the real women arrived...wouldn't be so bad...
Pulling on his charm, he wiped the lust from his eyes, and opened the door, with a simple small backpack held over his shoulder(the rest of his supplies 'n wat-not already packed away at the back of the train), he knocked on the metal wall. Gaining her attention, "Mind if I join ya?" Sending a simple smile in the gals direction, he didn't wait for her to respond as he took a seat across from her.
Letting the bag sit beside him, he rubbed his hands on the thighs of his dark black jeans, just out of habit. He was wearing a Metallica T-shirt, just for the hell of it, his dark hair roughed up as if he just got out of bed...he was very comfortable in the clothes he was wearing. It was frustrating that within the next hour or so he'd have to change into those F'd up uniforms...
Until then...
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Post by Haven Raines on Apr 16, 2008 16:33:06 GMT -5
Flicking her tear off her cheek, Haven took a deep breath and regained her composer. Fast forwarding her tape, she didn’t like the song playing. Too soft for the moment. Anything slower then fast, paced dancing just depressed her. Made her want to gag. Not because she didn’t like them, but because she was too giddy for something so depressing.
Turning her head to the noise behind her, she recognized the Slytherin boy. She couldn’t remember his name, but knew what house he was in. The Slytherin boys were known for being really hot, charming, and careless with girls emotions. This guy was one of the elite. But if only she could place who he was.
Oh well. Didn’t matter because he was hot either way.
Shrugging, she took and ear bud out. It’s not like there was stopping him anyways since he was already in there. “Sure. Not like you haven‘t already made yourself comfortable.” Nor would she let anyone else into the compartment with her. But it’s not like she was going to stop him either way. Girls were right-the Slytherin elite were hot. Even if they were jerks.
“You in to the old school Metallica or the newer stuff?” One thing Haven loved about her father was his music collection. So she knew a little bit about music. Not enough to get into it as a career, but just enough to really enjoy and appreciate it.
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Post by Ryan Easton on Apr 17, 2008 9:17:29 GMT -5
Yawning from exhaustion, he licked his dry lips, and shook his head--with intentions on getting the fog from his mind. Dang, he was tired. Who knew getting up before noon would be this traumatic. You in to the old school Metallica or the newer stuff? And that's when his attention was snagged. Lifting his head, he had to admit that he was shocked that a simple question like that would be asked, and by a girl no less.
"The originals," He let slide out, suave, and amused, "new stuff is close to crap......my opinion of course" Which was correct! But in order to win this gal over, he would have to play the kind, charming prince. He could pull that off, he was very skilled in such a department.
Stretching his legs out in front of him, another yawn stretched his mouth, and his eyes fell in wanting for sleep. Blinking a few times, he brought the palms of his hand and tried to rub away the d*mn feeling. The express shouldn't leave so dang early! Maybe 6 or 7 at night, not 11 in the freakin morning!
"Black Sabbath, Motorhead...the classics..." Smiled at her, "best stuff out there" Despite the fact that it was muggle, and that he wasn't exactly a fan of them...the music was good. Very good.
And it took a lot to get on Ryan's List.
"You?"
Really getting annoyed by how patient he would have to be. He was tired and wanting someone or something to wake him up...but he just started his game, he could last a bit longer.
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Post by Kyle Parker on Apr 17, 2008 9:29:50 GMT -5
This place was very confusing. How the heck was he supposed to find anything in this joint? The express was a maze, and an empty one at that. Which only proved depressing to Kyle Parker. He was wearing a simply black t-shirt, the blue jeans, and leather boots--a snake wrapped around his hand, wrist, and still slythering up his arm--his name is Adrek.
Kyle's supplies? Were packed up somewhere, the exact location he was unaware of...the only matter he was focusing on currently was finding his best friend, Haven. He was hoping she had come early, so that he wouldn't have to sit in the corridor and wait for a hour.
The biggest kicker? She didn't know he was coming. Of course, early on in the summer, she had told him that he could come to Hogwarts--in order to get away from his messed up life at Beauxbaton, so he did. This would be the perfect start over, doing whatever the hell he wanted, being whatever he wanted to be.
He couldn't wait to surprise her though, just the thought of her screaming in shock was bringing a grin to his face. As he neared the end of the corridor however, he heard some voices. Mostly a guys, but the dude sounded sexy. And Kyle just could help but take a glance through the small door window. It was an even bigger kicker, to not only find a delicious man for the licking, but Haven across from him, sitting.
Being the sly guy he was, he shoved his right hand in his pant pocket, and placed a simple knock to the door. Haven would open it. And even if it was the guy...Kyle wouldn't mind. Both creatures were his type, he'd fall for whatever looked good...and that guy in there? Looked fairly tasty.
Stroking a finger down the thin back of his green, black speckled snake, "Think she's missed me, Ad?" Rhetorical, he chuckled anyway, "Who we kiddin'? She's probably been crying." He knew Haven better then anybody else, better then she even knew herself. Which, in some minds? Would be creepy. Not so much here...
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Post by Haven Raines on Apr 17, 2008 12:43:13 GMT -5
Haven couldn’t deny he had taste when he came to music. He was a good man in that sense. Pursing her lips slightly, she tilted her head against the side of the compartment wall. Which wasn’t much of a wall really.
“I think bands which are older should just let the classics be. Trying to catch up with the hip hop bubble gum pop generation is a bit ridiculous.” Rolling her eyes, she knew her father has each of those bands either on cd or record. And now she was putting it all on cassette to listen to all the time.
Moving up, she sat up straight, pulling her ear bud out. Rewinding the cd, she made to go sit by the guy. Her way of making it over to him through small talk. If they pushed to not doing just small talk but something a bit more, she just might let him. Haven was a the point she wanted to.
Standing there though, she heard a knock on the door. Furrowing her brow in, she reached over and slid it open. “We’re full..” Stopping she immediately brightened up. Before Haven stood her best friend Kyle. Slightly shocked, Haven couldn’t help but smile.
Screw hooking up with this guy. Her best friend was now here!
“Kyle! Oh my gosh!” Running up, she wrapped her arms around his neck. When she pulled back, she glanced down at his beloved snake. “There’s only one guy I missed and that’s you Adrek.” Turning back to the Slytherin she felt awkward now. “Um Kyle, this is a guy I know from school. Guy this is my friend Kyle.”
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Post by Ryan Easton on Apr 17, 2008 14:44:02 GMT -5
Just when he thought he was gaining some ground, that the girl was actually going to be willing--a d**n kid knocked on the freakin door. He wanted to roll his eyes, groan, and shout at whoever the hell it was to pick up their feet and find another d**n room. But no, it had to get worse, this girl actually knew the arriving company.
For a second, Ryan could only assume he was her boyfriend, which would've put a damper on things. He was slythin, a player, and loved to shag girls, but had a sense of respect in him that you don't mess with another man's girl. Simple as that.
However...from the way she introduced him: ...Guy this is my friend Kyle.
Friend. Not BOYfriend, just a friend. Now, Ryan could work with that. He was definately experienced.
And within moments he was upon his feet, and outstretched a hand towards the bloke, the sickly competition, "The name is Easton, Ryan Easton," His eyes trailed down to the snake around the guys wrist, and he felt his dark, evil spirit lift a bit. This guy was slytherin?
"You new or somethin? Haven't seen you in the common room before." Ryan knew all the slytherins, and all the girls in hogwarts...mostly because he'd made-out with almost all of them.
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Post by Kyle Parker on Apr 17, 2008 14:56:55 GMT -5
When she jumped on him, immediately his pocketed hand was released, and the arm went around her waist. He laughed at the impact, but he was strong enough and built well enough so that he didn't even stumble a half-step backwards to keep his balance. That's because Haven was just too d*mn light. Kyle was always explaining to her that one of these days the wind would pick her up and carry her away. Men don't like frail, skinny girls...they need meat on the bones, enough ass to grab. And yes, Kyle had permission to speak like that in front of Haven...but her only, because she was his best friend. Kyle had enough decency to keep his naught chatter just between the one person he was closest too. Any other girl, or guy, got his kind gentlemens nature.
It was as the guy stood up, that Kyle couldn't help but look him over. Refraining from licking his lips, which he was so very very tempted to do, already he could imagine himself disrobing him...feeling his abs, those pecks...mmm, the sight in his head caused him to tremble with delight.
When he introduced himself, the name struck a chord--a good chord, "Ryan, eh? Sweet ." But with the talk of a common room, a brow rose in curiousity, "Yea, i'm the newbe I guess. Just signed up around three days ago," He looked down at Haven with serious amusment, "Going through that place for supplies was hell! And almost everything was gone, very upsetting, I have to say." In a sense it was, because the last three days (besides spending time with Haven and his friends), was spent finding items that he'd supposedly need for his classes. He still had yet to get half of them...
"Some hat was put on my head, hufflepuff I think, whatever the hell that is," He looked at Haven, smirking, "You're a Raven, sweetcakes, that I know," He eyed Ryan up 'n down one more time--for personal pleasure mostly, but then looked the guy in the eye, "but, sadly, I doubt we're in the same house, for some reason you just dont seem as studious." Although he wished they were, Kyle could imagine tasting those lips, the pressure, the shape, would be just right.
Yes, Kyle wasn't exactly straight--and he leaned more towards the other end of the spectrum then most...but girls interested him. And he was lucky enough so that he could hide his sexual preference beneath something a bit reluctant. Sure girls were nice, they were wicked in bed, but something about his own type was just nice...really really nice.
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