Potterheads Unite! discussion
Hogwarts
>
Library
message 4451:
by
Ally
(new)
Jan 30, 2015 08:23AM
((Of course!))
reply
|
flag
((Sure! What year and house is Annelise?))
Mod
Mod
Mod
Mod
((Hope this topic is okay! ))Elliot was rummaging through the shelves for the book he needed to help him study for his potions test. He was usually pretty good at potions, but lately he's lost his skill at crushing and mixing. He smiled as his hands brushed the familiar rough leather of the book. It was always what he went to when he wasn't doing well in the class. Elliot returned to his chair, opened the book and started reading.
((Janna, since Elliot and my character Charlie are both Hufflepuffs, is it okay if we say they're already friends?))
((Yea, sure! That'll make things easier ))
Charlie tiptoed inside the library, looking around for his friend Elliot. There he was, reading. But somebody else wasn't paying attention to where she was going."Watch out!" he called, but it was too late. He rushed to the scene of the disaster, stooping to pick up one of the books.
"Y-you all right, Elliot?" He looked at the girl, who was righting herself, and gulped. He never talked to girls. "A-and...uh...um..." He didn't know her name.
One second he was reading about the uses of lionfish spine and the next, he was almost knocked over by something- no, somone. Elliot felt hair brush across his cheek and though it must be a girl. He also saw a figure running towards them and realized it was his friend, Charlie. He helped them up and picked the books off the floor like a good friend would. Once they all got up and steadied themselves, Charlie started stuttering. Elliot knew how nervous Charlie could get around girls. "Hey, I'm sorry, I should've heard you coming and warned you or something," He said to the girl. "I'm Doughnut, and this is my friend Charlie."
Mod
Mod
How dared they, how could they, she thought. She'd show them alright.
As she was walking she didn't notice the commotion that was happening in front of her and she tripped over someone, her big glasses falling off her face.
"Merlin!" she said, trying to get up.
Mod
She grabbed her books and stood up. She dried her self up and her books. THen she looked down at the others.
"Oh yes, I'm fine." she said, kind of abruptly. "Thank you." she said, and left to sit in a table. Layla was going to make them regret doing this to her.
Mod
"Oh well, sure, why not? Hi, I'm Layla Flutter." she said, taking out her hand and waiting for the others to introduce themselves.
Mod
Layla's eyes fluttered for a moment as she was trying to recall her face.
"Right, Terrell. You are good at DADA." she said, speaking her mind.
Mod
Charlie's mouth went dry as his eyes darted from one girl to the next. They looked at him expectantly. When it finally became clear to him that she wanted his name, his face was beet red."Ch-Charlie Hornby." He muttered something that sounded like Hufflepuff.
He glanced at Elliot. After he made his introduction, maybe he could get away.
((I had forgotten about Henry, Ruby, and Dimitri. Shall we wait until this rp is over?))
Mod
Mod
((Sorry guys! I was in school )) Elliot gave both girls a big, toothy grin and said, "I'm Elliot Conner, but everyone calls me Doughnut, or Do. I think Elliot sounds weird. Candy?" He asked, taking a handful of treats out of this pocket and offering it to the girls and Charlie. It was his best friend-making strategy because...who doesn't like candy?
Mod
"Nice to meet you. Doughnut is weird, may I call you Elliot?" she asked, helping them out picking up the books.
"How about we go find a table to sit down. Everybody is looking at us."
Layla didn't mind, but she thought that kid Charlie would faint if they stayed there any longer.
She wanted to get on to work, she couldn't simply waste time.
"Nice to meet you too. You may, but I prefer Do," he said, still smiling. He wasn't being mean, he just thought his name didn't suit him, and most people didn't even know what it was. "Yes, let's sit. We should work" he agreed.
Charlie pressed his lips together, pushing his glasses further up his nose. He hated when Elliot let people call him that. It didn't seem very...well...nice. "Or you could just call him Nut. That's what I do when he-he's...." acting like one, he meant to finish, but instead he swallowed, regretting his weak attempt at a joke.
Mod
SHe took out a quill, ink and a parchment and started writing maniacally her plans for revenge.
Charlie found himself relaxing as they all sat down. As long as they didn't expect him to talk too much, he'd be okay. Anything to put off his next class--Herbology.
Mod
"Oh well, let's just say tomorrow you'll be hearing a lot of girlish screams in the 2nd floor's girls bathroom." she said.
Those girls would regret bullying her.
"But after that, I really need to catch up on my homework. What are you working on?" asked Layla everybody, trying to clean up her glasses. She just couldn't rest, she was still hyper.
Elliot sat, reading quietly among the group. When Charlie mentioned calling him Nut, he was a bit hurt, but didn't show it. He liked nuts too much to get upset over the nickname. Elliot was focusing on potions until he heard Layla mention revenge. One thing he didn't like is people getting hurt. "What kind of prank is this?" He asked, curiously and defensively.
Mod
"This is no prank." she said, not lifting her eyes from the parchment.
"This is war. I'll show people that I'm not a doll to be played with."
Layla didn't care if people thought she was shallow enough to perform prank. If she didn't put those girls in their place, they wouldn't leave her alone.
Charlie blinked. Oh-Kay."Could this be...um...dangerous?"
Mod
"Not for me."
She saw that Charlie was working on Herbology.
"Oh hey, want some help with that? It's my favorite class."
Elliot hoped he didn't offend Layla. He decided he didn't know her well, so he shouldn't ask too much. Whatever the reason was, he had to hope it was good. He kept his eyes fixed on his potions book, occassionally popping a piece of chocolate in his mouth.
Charlie's shoulders slumped a little. Could he let her help him? Maybe just this once..."A-all right. I'm, er, not very good at Herbology." Blush stained his cheeks. Only because he was scared of the greenhouses. Charlie never payed attention in that class, usually preferring to cover his ears, squeeze his eyes shut, and pretend he was somewhere else until class was over.
Mod
"Well, I think I've seen you in my class." she said flipping through some papers. She got out her Herbology paper that was due that day.
"Here. You can get some things out of it, sorry if my handwriting isn't good. The parchment got wet." she said and stuck her head on her arms with a sad face.
She looked over at Elliot.
"Sorry if I was a bit distant and clod before... Doughnut." she said giggling.
Elliot didn't realize Layla was talking to him till she said his name. Well, his nickname anyway. He looked at her thoughtfully, smiled, then started giggling himself. He was glad nobody was angry at him.
"Don't worry about it, I have some bad habits myself," he said, momentarily looking back at his book. "Say, what would a beautification potion do to someone who's already very beautiful? Would it make them so beautiful you'd have to look away or something? Just a thought."
Elliot didn't realize Layla was talking to him till she said his name. Well, his nickname anyway. He looked at her thoughtfully, smiled, then started giggling himself. He was glad nobody was angry at him.
"Don't worry about it, I have some bad habits myself," he said, momentarily looking back at his book. "Say, what would a beautification potion do to someone who's already very beautiful? Would it make them so beautiful you'd have to look away or something? Just a thought."
Elliot didn't realize Layla was talking to him until she said his name. Well, his nickname anyway. He looked at her thoughtfully, smiled, then started giggling himself. He was glad nobody was angry at him.
"Don't worry about it, I have some bad habits myself," he said, momentarily looking back at his book. "Say, what would a beautification potion do to someone who's already very beautiful? Would it make them so beautiful you'd have to look away or something? Just a thought."
Mod
"Someone being beautiful is.. subjective. Maybe in the eyes of those who think someone's ugly, with the Beautification Potion they become beautiful. Or something to that degree." she said, not really knowing why she kept bubbling.
She fixed up her glasses and focused on what to do next. She looked at the parchment and realized that what she had written that far didn't even make sense. She guessed anger made her write them.
She didn't want revenge. She just wanted to be left alone.
Charlie took the paper she offered with a shy grin. "Oh. Thanks!"
Charlie glanced up from his studies. "Um...s-sorry. But do the bullies happen to be seventh years? Because p-personally I'd have trouble showing a seventh year I-I was the boss." He spoke quietly. He had always thought that the best way to deal with bullying was to a) ignore it, b) run, or c) hide. C was his favorite option.
Mod
"If they were seventh years, the best approach would be the Headmistress. No, those girls are in our year. Unfortunately. THe thing is on one hand, I want to see them being bulied by me this time but on the other hand, I don't want to do anything. The whole situation makes me tired."
Layla smiled because they were all listening to her. Actually listening. Her whole life she was ignored, it was one of the reasons that honesty became such an active part of her character.
"I didn't think about it that way, thanks" he said when Layla replied to his question. He listened to the conversation intently, remembering his own experience with being bullied. People calling him fat, or short, or even fouler words along those lines. "I feel like everyone goes through it at one point or another." He said. "The key is to not let it get to your head. Believe you're better than them, and you are."
He really didn't like people getting bullied. He always believed it was a silling thing people did to make people feel less than them. That was stupid when you could just all be friends and enjoy some cake.
Charlie buried his head into his books again, not liking where this conversation was heading. They were second years. What difference could they make?
Mod
Layla noticed that Charlie seemed bumped.
"Are you okay?" she asked with a smile.
"Fine." He didn't look up, trying to hide his scowl. Because he wasn't fine. He had Herbology in just a few minutes and had it on good authority that they were practicing on Bowtruckles. Charlie was nervous. What if threw wood at him or something?
Elliot rearranged some of his blonde curls absentmindedly. He tried focusing on potions again, then noticed Charlie scowling. He usually didn't talk much, but he seemed sad. "Anything I can do, Charlie?" He asked.
Mod
Layla's smile was discrete and invisible. Charlie was the kind of friend she'd want to have, someone grounded and realistic. Her protective side appeared and she felt the need to be around him so that she could help him in any way that she could.
