théodore lablanche.
[sub][color=dimgray]one eighth [/color][color=red]vampire .[/color][/sub]
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Post by théodore lablanche. on Jul 15, 2008 10:55:01 GMT -5
IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !
Sprawled out across a number of stairs, simply lying there in what usually would have been everything, Théo was supposed to be studying. It was his free period, and the stairwell was deserted, except for him with a few books spread out around him. He was having trouble with the spell they were learning in transfiguration, and he had promised himself to look into mastering it before class started. But it wasn't in his lazy nature to exert himself mentally, let alone physically, and after a mere fifteen minutes of perusing chapters in textbooks, he had given up. Now he was lying back, eyes closed, massaging his temples lightly. Once again, the cons of being partly vamipre were far out-weighing the pros. Of which he could still identify none.
He sighed and sat up, taking an old book entitled “Transfiguration For Dummies” onto his lap and flipping through the pages until he found the spell he wanted. Oh, that wasn't on embarassing title, really. It was the kind of thing other students snickered at when they passed by it in the library. He hoped to God nobody would see him studying it so intently. On the plus side, maybe if he showed a lot of improvement he would earn his house some points. Comforting himself with that, he let his eyes wonder the crisp, unused pages of the book, scribbling little notes on a piece of scrap parchment every once in a while. After about ten minutes he was practically praying for a distraction from studying.
It would be rather funny, he thought to himself, if somebody fell down the stairs. He smirked to himself, leaned back again, and his book slid off his lap. Not only did it fall off his lap, it went rolling down the stairs. He swore to himself under his breath, shoved all incriminating evidence into his bag, and chased after the volume. It did not like falling down the stairs very much. It was yelping and growling and making quite a bit of noise. Surely someone would come to investigate. But he already had his story figured out. He was just reading it for kicks, of course. |
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Post by Latavia Night on Jul 15, 2008 11:01:45 GMT -5
Latavia was on her way to the Gryffindor common room when she heard a lot of comotion from the stairwell up head, she saw a book come rolling down the stairs, seeing it was a Transfiguration book, one that she had used in her first year at Hogwarts, Latavia picked it up. She was in a black deep V-neck tank top that would accentuate and show off her large chest and a red plaid skirt with black heels that would show off her athletic legs, her eyeliner and mascara heavy as usual to accentuate her blue eyes and her long blond hair down, reaching her waist. She stroked the book and noticed one Slythrin that she didn't consider bad, but she though of him as a good friend and a handsome one at that. Theo she thought, Latavia had a crush on the Slythrin boy, she didnt really care that he was in that house she liked him for who she though he was and that was a caring boy that didn't have that air about him, the air of a pureblooded hot head. She stroked the book and waited for him to reach the bottom of the stairs, she smiled at him "I think that you lost something" she said teasingly handing him the book.
(compared to yours its short,grrr)
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théodore lablanche.
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Post by théodore lablanche. on Jul 15, 2008 11:33:33 GMT -5
IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !
Oh, of course, a girl showed up. Théo stared at her, somewhat alarmed. At first he wasn't sure if she was actually even a student. She certainly wasn't wearing a uniform. His alarm grew rather more when she bent down and picked up his book, but not because of what he'd thought he'd be horrified about (the fact that she now knew he'd been studying from a book 'for dummies'). Rather he was horrified by the fact that she was wearing a low-neck shirt, and when she bent down -- Théo looked away quickly, fighting both the urge to giggle immaturely and simply run away now. Needless to say, Théo wasn't really used to dealing with girls and their strange, curvy bodies.
Her voice made him look back at her, and he was quite sure his face was rather red. He cleared his throat nervously and replied, “Oh, yeah, I was just reading that for kicks,” His high-pitched laugh made it clear he was lying, and his attempt to appear non-chalant made him look slightly crazy. The option of running away was getting more and more appealing. He hastily grabbed back the book, taking immense care not to touch her in any way, and retreated several steps up the stairs. “Um, thanks,” He said, still obviously addled. He wondered if it would be too impolite to leave her there and go back to his bag. Why did he even care? Slytherins were supposed to be mean. It was expected of him. He looked back down at the girl, and grimaced sub-conciously. Why couldn't people leave him alone?
Oh yes, those devilish good looks. Of course. The grimace turned into a smirk abruptly. Nothing like conceit to soothe the wild breast. A snicker had to be suppressed at this thought. He turned his concentration back to himself. He wondered if a the blush had been becoming on him. After a bit of imagining, he was horrified to conclude that it probably hadn't, and promptly swore never to do it again. |
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Post by Latavia Night on Jul 15, 2008 12:59:28 GMT -5
Latavia looked at him, she smiled at his little white lie, she knew that he struggled a bit in Transfiguration, hell she did in her first two years at Hogwarts and now look it is her best subject. She looked over her self, smoothing out her shirt and skirt, Latavia knew that she wasn't in uniform it was because she had been out by the Lake tanning and swimming. "So what have you been up to lately Theo" she asked taking a seat on one of the lower steps, to make sure that anyone else that came up them wouldn't see up her skirt. Latavia was happy that she was able to talk to someone, she hadn't really in a while, she had been so caught up in work and studies lately that she really hadn't had time to flirt with any guys or be with any of her friends, she seized the chance to flirt with Theo. She sat on the steps waiting for him to reply, her slender hand making its way for her hair, pulling a strand over her shoulder she began to twirl it. Her deep blue eyes focused on Theo, something about him was different...his kanine teeth look sharper than a normal persons, but she didnt let that bother her.
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théodore lablanche.
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Post by théodore lablanche. on Jul 15, 2008 14:44:59 GMT -5
IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !
Théo might have felt awkward and completely uneasy, but the girl didn't seem to notice at all. He watched her, his brow arching slightly at how non-chalant she was. Sure, it was cool he supposed, but he didn't understand it. And Théodore wasn't into cool, anyway. He liked ridiculous, clumsy people better - they were much more amusing. But, after all, she was a distraction! Why was he complaining? He allowed his smirk to widen a little, although when she sat down he did scurry away a little, retreating a few more steps upwards. By now he was at his bag, and he dropped to his knees gratefully beside it, shoving the book into it to join all the other textbooks and parchments that were crammed messily in. After struggling with the zipper for a moment or two, Théo sat back, satisfied with his work, and turned to look back at the girl he was supposed to be speaking to.
She had been saying something, but all he caught was his name. He frowned, confused for a moment. How did she know is name? And then his face darkened slightly. “Ah, you've heard of me then, have you? The vampire freak, right?” He scowled slightly, and there was a touch of anger in his drawling voice. He hated being recognized by the fact that he was a weirdo. In fact, he hated being recognized at all. But when you put a kid who's different in a school full of teenagers, they're gonna be labelled no matter what. And judged. It's very difficult to escape being detected by everyone, but Théo'd seen it done. And the stupid kid was sad about it. Ugh, people were never satisfied with what they had. Not to be hypocritical or anything...
“I think I get to know your name then, since you know mine.” He said, the sour tone still clinging feebly to his voice. There was a look of resignation on his face, though, which showed that he had given up caring about it. |
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Post by Latavia Night on Jul 15, 2008 14:53:58 GMT -5
Latavia watched him go back to his bag. She smiled but when his voice turned sour she dropped the flirting act and got defensive. "Yes I have heard of you and I didn't know that you were a vampire, which by the way doesn't bother me" she sadi angrily "The name is Latavia Night" She really didn't mind the fact that he was a vampire, she actually thought it was pretty cool. Her blue eyes full of anger now, she began to relax and that emotion was soon gone. "Theo I truely don't think of you as a freak, I would rather be a friend then an enemy" she said her melodilic voice full of care and kindness. She went up the stairs and sat beside him, right now she really did't care about her skirt, she just wanted to be a friend to him and she hoped that he would let her despite the fact that she was in a rival house. She brought her hair over her shoulder and began to braid it, tying it off with a hair tie she looked back at Theo, waiting for a better response then the one she had just recieved
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Post by théodore lablanche. on Jul 15, 2008 15:28:40 GMT -5
IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !
“What, people are talking about me for other reasons? Oh boy, that's reassuring. Has it gotten out that I'm fa--” He stopped right there. No, no, it wouldn't do to get angry and embarass himself further. He instead focused on the fact that his being a vampire 'didn't bother her.' “First off, if I was a vampire you'd be dead. I am approximately one eighth vampire. And what do you mean it 'doesn't bother you?' Are you insane, or suicidal or something? The fact that I thirst for human blood, and could suck your body dry at this very moment doesn't bother you.” Okay, so much for keeping his cool. His dark eyes had grown hard, like chunks of rock, and he glared at her. He tossed his head in acknowledgment of her name, although rather angry acknowledgment. He took a few deep breaths, as she seemed to be doing, and in a moment or two they were both calm.
But not for long. Her next move verified the fact, for Théo, that she wanted him to bite her. She told him she wanted to be his friend, which he could understand, who wouldn't want to be his friend, and then - this was the part that made his jaw drop - she sat beside him. The scent of her skin, her blood, her entire being flooded his senses. He closed his mouth. He sat very still for a moment. Maybe he would bite her. She deserved it, didn't she? Honestly. And it's not like anyone would miss her. If she was so desperate for a friend that she'd sacrifice her life to be friends with him then she mustn't have many. He could have passed for a statue, sitting there, not even blinking. The acute observer would have noted that he wasn't even breathing. And with a good purpose, too. When he didn't breathe, the smell didn't intoxicate him. He was able to think clearly again. He was able to judge the situation well enough to figure out that he could not eat her. He grabbed his bag and scrambled away, all the way to the next landing.
He would've kept going, but he tripped. Oh, smooth move, Théo, he thought to himself bitterly. The ground rushed towards him. He stuck out his hands in self-defense, and the contents of his bag escaped their confines. Siezing their chance at freedom, they flew in all directions. Cursing rather loudly, Théo untwisted himself from the now-empty backpack and jumped to his feet before Latavia could use the opportunity to tempt him further by doing something like bend over him. With as much haste as he could manage, he set about collecting his belongings. |
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Post by Latavia Night on Jul 15, 2008 15:53:32 GMT -5
Latavia watched as Theo made his way quickly up the steps. She snickered a little when he fell and when his books flew everywhere. She set about collecting the ones he hadn't gotten to yet. Once she had some of them collected she headed up the stairs to him. "The reason I don't care that you are a vampire is because I am a better person than that" she said "I don't like to judge people by their blood lines" She watched as he collected his books, she hoped that he didn't get the impression that she wanted to be bitten....it was the tital opposite of what she was trying to get at. She only wanted to be his friend and nothing more than that, at least or now she did. She also hoped that he understood that she just wanted to be his friend and that being a vampire really didn't mean a thing because her friends ranged from all types of bloodlines. She stood in front of her her hands crossed over her stomache her hip popped out with a sassy look on her face, giving him a look that read as she was serious.
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Post by théodore lablanche. on Jul 17, 2008 10:34:12 GMT -5
IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !
To add insult to injury (which, now that he'd taken a minute to think about, there definitely was going to be major bruising), the Gryffindor snickered behind him. He whirled around, yanking his books from her hands, deciding she had officially killed any politeness between them. Weren't Gryffindors supposed to be kind, friendly, loyal? Oh, yes, only to people who weren't in Slytherin. His face had paled in his anger, making his cheeks a strange, surreal colour brighter than paper. “Well, I'm glad you think you're a good person. I certainly don't.” Théo practically spat it at her. He was not one to take insults with patience and understanding. “What kind of person you are doesn't change whether I want to suck your blood or not, sorry babe. I'm just gonna go now.” By now the seventeen-year-old had come to the conclusion that there was no point even trying to salvage his relationship with this freak. She stood in front of him, giving some sort of attitude. He rolled his eyes and whirled around, heading back down the stairs. The Slytherin common room was this way anyway.
With a teensy tiny spark of amusement, he wondered if she would make any moves to stop him. She did seem rather desperate to get him to be her friend.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 1:28:28 GMT -5
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