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Wednesday, December 10th, 2008
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| 12:23a | Who: Megan Jones and Lavender Brown What: Megan runs into the girl both she and Claire are crushing on so bad. Where: The staircase by the Great Hall. When: Friday night, just after dinner. Rating: PG Warnings: None If there was one thing that Megan loved about Fridays it was being able to go to dinner without having to wear her school uniform. She might have even liked that better than not having to go to class for two days! Megan's hair hung loose over her shoulders and she had put on some dark eye make up before she came down. She wore a black hooded sweatshirt and pink babydoll Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt, trainers and tight, hip hugger jeans. She could feel the stares of some of the Slytherins at how much she looked like a Muggle, but she didn't care. She saw Claire staring at her bum in her tight jeans. She gave her best friend a sly smile, but spent dinner with her friends at the Hufflepuff table while Claire stayed with her Slytherin housemates. Though she had no idea why, Megan had been driven to complete distraction as of late. Maybe it was her escapades with Claire? That was certainly possible. Maybe it was the tension with Hannah? That could be it too. Plus, was she crazy or did all the girls seem to be giving each other looks lately? After all, Megan had put on make up to come to dinner! She hadn’t even done that at her boy-craziest when they were still at Hogwarts! Finishing dinner, she decided to skip dessert. She had been bad lately! Heading out of the Great Hall, she made her way to the stairs. Distracted by something that sounded really naughty that a group of fourth years said, Megan bumped into someone lightly. "Oh sorry," she said, turning around. "I thought…" She trailed off as she saw Lavender Brown was the person she'd bumped into. Lavender stood there in all her blonde beauty and Megan smiled a bit awkwardly. "Sorry." |
| 10:27p | Who: Penny Quirke and Ada Vidales What: Chance meeting... Where: Diagon Alley When: Afternoon Why?: Ada's been avoiding someone... >.> ~*~*~ Adara Vidales was bored. Not only was she bored, but she was going to hex the next wizard that asked any question that had to do with her lack of interest in... them. She sat behind a large oak table with a stack books on her left and countless more behind her. Her life story for the public to read... She was assured by her agent that it would be a smash. Her hand was cramping up. She had to escape... Really, her right eye was starting to twitch in irritation. With a quick look about the room, there was a brief lull in the crowd and her agent was distracted by a couple of rowdy fans. Not wasting any time, the tall blonde leapt from her uncomfortable wooden chair and nearly flew out the back entrance of the book shop into a quiet alley. She inhaled deeply and leaned back against the brick building for a moment before she pushed away and sauntered around the corner and out onto the bustling main street of Diagon Alley. She didn't really blend in very well with her rather Muggle looking attire. A thin white camisole and blouse, a pair of faded jeans, and white sneakers. A little jewelry hung from her ears and neck and her long blonde waves were pulled up into a ponytail. It was a fairly casual occasion for her and robes were always a bit much for her. Yes, eventually her agent would notice she was missing, but Ada had become a pro at avoiding the older woman. Ada was pulled from her thoughts by a flashing pink stall on the street that continued to scream “DELICIOUS SWEETS” at her. “Mm... Can I get a bag Jelly Swizzlers? Oh! A couple of Chocolate Frogs-“ She paused mid-sentence, green eyes catching sight of a familiar blonde head moving through the crowd. With a choking sound she looked back to the old candy man and started fumbling in her pockets. “Er... Yeah. That’ll do it.” She dropped her money on the counter and turned to leave when an elderly woman in brightly colored robes cried out a little too loudly. “Look... Look honey! That’s the captain of the Harpies!!” The old woman nudged her teenaged daughter. This of course started a chain reaction and the people near the women and Ada began to mutter and whisper... and then the requests for autographs started. Really, she’d learned long ago that it was pointless to deny fame and so she resigned herself to signing a few autographs, all the while hushing the small crowd around her and trying to remain as hidden from the blonde as possible. Current Mood:  guilty |
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