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six feet under the stars [daphne] Nov 18, 2013 20:20:01 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 20:20:01 GMT -8

February was a dreadful month. The winter months were ending and soon enough it would be warm outside. It wasn’t that Theo didn’t like warm weather, it was just that he preferred winter. The heat sometimes felt like it was suffocating him. It was just easier for him to breathe in the winter, and those months were slowly coming to a miserable close. He’d manage though, especially since he had the entirety of the common room to himself right now. It was quiet, just the way Theo liked it. The absence of noise and arguing and chatter was a pretty rare occurrence for the dungeons, but it happened when you skipped out on a transfiguration lesson or two (or seven). He knew the material well enough, the professor could get their panties in a wad if they wanted to but Theo wasn’t going to lose sleep about missing the class for the second time this week (and twice last week, and the week before). So long as he passed what did it matter? He’d pass, he knew the material, he just… preferred to practice on his own time.

He was sure he’d get in trouble for it eventually, but right now, right now he was getting ready to enjoy a nice, comfortable nap on the couch of the common room. It was dangerous because who knew what the other students might do to him if they found him sleeping in the middle of the common room, but the couch was comfortable, he was tired, and everyone else would be in lessons for at least another hour. He could give a rat’s ass about the potential consequences. The other thing about Theo was that, well, he wasn’t comfortable wearing shirts most of the time, so when he was in the comfort of his own dorm, and occasionally even the comfort of his own common room, he was shirtless. Did it bother other students? Almost definitely. Did he care? Nope! Clothes, much like summer heat, were suffocating. He merely saw being shirtless as equalizing his body temperature. Plus, if you looked like him, wouldn’t you walk around shirtless?

He closed his eyes as he sprawled across the couch in his school pants and no shows, a satisfied smile on his face as his hands rested behind his head to prop his head up. He could sleep in his bed, sure, but… effort. Effort he didn’t quite have. His shirt and books lie next to him on the floor, abandoned without second thought. He could feel himself slipping into a nice, peaceful sleep, and then it happened.

The common room door flew open and he lied still for a moment. Who the hell else was skipping class right now? He groaned irritably before opening his eye to see brown hair he’d become all too familiar with during his tenure here in Hogwarts. Daphne Winterson. He snorted slightly, a smirk already appearing on his face. “Of course it’s you, princess,” he said with a roll of his eyes, the last word leaving his mouth like venom. You see, Daphne Winterson acted like she owned the whole of Hogwarts, and if you didn’t bend to her will she would break you. Theo didn’t play games like that, and so he enjoyed knocking her down every peg he could. He rolled his eyes as he sat up on the couch. “Go away, Winterson,” he said dismissively with the wave of his hand. “Let a man enjoy his nap in peace.”

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six feet under the stars [daphne] Nov 18, 2013 21:10:04 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 21:10:04 GMT -8

It was a miracle that her little ploy had worked. Sitting in Transfiguration that afternoon, Daphne hadn’t been feeling class. Perhaps it was the monotonous drone of the professor that had done her in...without a second thought, Daphne had raised her hand and demanded that she speak to the professor in her office...right that second. With a little whining and a bit of pouting, she had managed to convince McGonegall that she needed to leave due to unforeseen womanly circumstances.

Tromping through the transfiguration courtyard, the snow was beginning to fall heavily. She was almost glad that she was out of class early so she wouldn’t have to walk through so much later. Neat footprints were made behind her and when she finally got in the castle, she was shivering slightly. Keeping her mittens on, Daph finally made it to the Slytherin Common room.

As the doors swung open, she was rather surprised to see that someone had already beaten her to her favorite couch. And that someone just so happened to be her sworn annoyance, Theodore Nott. She could immediately feel her blood boil a little warmer as she zeroed in on him, but his voice broke into her thoughts before she had a chance to say anything.

”Oh darling Theodore! Just who I was hoping to see,” Her voice oozed sarcasm that matched his own. Daphne pulled her scarf off of her neck and shook out the snow that had settled in-between the folds of the fabric. She shook her brown hair out and slipped off the pair of boots that she had opted for instead of the usual Hogwarts footwear. Stepping on her tiptoes over the snow puddles that she had just created, she slipped off her winter jacket and let it drop to the floor. Someone would come pick that up later. She stopped at the couch and looked down at him, rolling her eyes at his relaxed and sprawled out position.

They had never quite seen eye-to-eye, literally because Theo had about six inches on Daph, but that didn’t stop her from constantly going up against him because not-so-literally, Theo had stolen the last Beater spot on the Quidditch team her second year. ”Why are you naked.” She demanded, looking him up and down. She would give it to him, he always had been good looking, but this was Theodore Nott that she was talking about. The boy who had single handedly tried to knock her over like a bowling pin every chance that he got. Eyeing him over the couch, Daph leaned over and ran her fingertips over his chest, keeping her hazel eyes trained on his. And then - out of the blue, she lifted her hand and slammed it against his skin, a malicious smile spreading across her face as she felt the slap reverberate against her bones.

”Missed you in Transfiguration, Nott. McGonegall asked about you. I told her you were in the loo...cleaning the pipes,” Her eyes show with devilish delight, a smirk firmly planted on her lips.

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six feet under the stars [daphne] Nov 26, 2013 17:57:20 GMT -8

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“Oh darling Theodore! Just who I was hoping to see.” Her sarcasm matched his, but he still felt his face scrunching up in annoyance at the sound of her voice. “I know it’s hard to be away from someone as brilliant as me, really, but I’m trying to sleep, can’t you come back later?” he sighed out, smirking at his own sarcasm. The pair of them never seemed to be able to escape each other completely.

They spent most of their time running in different circles, particularly where friends were concerned because he wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with, and he spent most of his time with Vivian, but they never managed to be able to ignore each other completely. He wasn’t sure why he enjoyed trying to get under her skin so much (probably because it worked so easily), but she seemed to enjoy getting on his nerves just as much, and so they were always, always butting heads. He was just glad he’d beat her out for the beater spot when he did. Then he would have to deal with her literally all the time, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Ever.

He relaxed on the couch and eyed her carefully as she approached. “Why are you naked?” He let out a soft chuckle before he glanced at himself, surveying his appearance before looking back up at her. “You wish I was,” he said with a small scoff before she ran her finger tips down his chest. “What do you think you’re-“ Slam. He rolled his eyes at her before he sat up begrudgingly. Daphne clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Bitch. “Do I have to break your nose again?” he asked, grinning. They were both 12 and going out for the beater position on the Slytherin quidditch team and, well, Theo had always been terribly competitive, and he wasn’t about to lose the position to two girls.

One of them would get the other spot, but he would not be ridiculed over losing the beater position to two women. He refused. So he played a little dirty, it wasn’t like it should have shocked anyone (okay, maybe at the age of 12 it might have) but he was Slytherin! He supposed the years of torture he’d endured since were just the universe’s way of paying him back. That and the time he had to cut his hair for losing a bet (which literally caused him physical pain). Now, now all he’d wanted to do was take a nap in peace. Was that really too much to ask for? Yes, yes it was, according to Daphne Winters, queen of everything evil in the world.

She brought up McGonagall and he let out half-sincere laugh. “You’d think the woman would get a clue by now that I know the material and her class is useless. The only reason I show up to Slug’s class is because at least I like the practice,” he rolled his eyes before she mentioned that she made up an excuse for him. “How very charitable of you,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice before he realized that she should be in class, too. Curiosity got the best of him. “What’d you do to get her let you out of class early? Since apparently you were there. Did you finally admit that you just can’t function without me, princess?” He winked in her direction before snickering at his own joke. He amused himself far more than he probably should.

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six feet under the stars [daphne] Dec 2, 2013 16:29:28 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2013 16:29:28 GMT -8

Daphne rolled her eyes, of course she wasn’t going to come back later - this was her common room; Theo was just an annoyance that she put up with because the sorting hat wasn’t smart enough to put him in Hufflepuff where he belonged. If only that had been the case, perhaps she wouldn’t have had to lose out to the beater spot that she deserved. Just the thought of the atrocity made her fingers tremble. She hated him for that, she was fairly certain she always would, ”I forgot how self-absorbed you were, Nott. It’s cute, really. Cute in a pathetic sort of way.” She threw herself over the top of the couch and then perched there for a bit, sitting on top of the cushions that adorned the back of the sofa. Her feet were tucked underneath his back, a smug grin spreading. She knew that Theo was all talk these days, he wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt her.

Wiggling her toes underneath him, just to get on his nerves, Daph observed her fingernails for a few moments as she listened to him rant on about the Professor.

She realized then that some of the moisture from her coat had seeped on to her sweater and she immediately threw it over her head and then in Theo’s direction, hoping that it would still be cold enough to be annoying, ”Oh trust me, I didn’t do it to be charitable.” Why had she done it, then? Surely she was only trying to protect her teammate from being suspended from the team. Yes - that had to be it. Daph knew that the professors could mandate that if they missed class too many times it would be a one-way ticket to match probation. It had nothing to do with Theo in general, she could hardly stand to be in the same room as him.

Princess. As much as she did consider herself to be the Slytherin princess, Daphne Winterson hated when Theodore Nott called her that. He would do it on the Quidditch pitch, which ultimately sent her into a vicious rage and involved her throwing insults and trying to hit him for the remainder of an hour. It was like he knew exactly which buttons to push and when to push them, ”You’re right, ever since you broke my nose during practice, I’ve been lost without you.” Daph threw one of the pillows in his direction. It had been during try-outs and she had had a kink right on the bridge of her nose ever since - it had never quite healed right.

”Where’s your girlfriend? You know, the little blonde annoying one?” She asked, craning her neck and looking around for Vivian. It was like he never left her side - pathetic, really. Vivian was such a social outcast in her eyes, she always had been. She was quiet and weird and always made Daphne feel strange. Then again, perhaps that was exactly who Theo needed to hang out with. They were two of the same, ”She can’t be far! Oye! Come out come out wherever you are! I’ve encroached on Teddy’s personal space.” She bated, pushing her feet against his back even more.