Raining Cats and Dogs [OPEN]

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Raining Cats and Dogs [OPEN] Nov 21, 2012 20:55:38 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2012 20:55:38 GMT -8

James sat deep in the velvety cushions of the couch nearest to the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room. The fire was glowing only faintly, it had dwindled low in the few hours since he had originally sparked it. It was only 9 at night, but the common room was surprisingly empty. He supposed all of the students were either in bed sleeping, or hiding out in the corridor for a last minute snog session after dinner. Poor James was doing neither of those things.

"Damn it all" James said out loud to know one but himself. "Why in the bloody hell would it be raining cats and dogs? That doesn't even begin to make any sense." James roared as he took a long sip of the amber Firewhiskey in his low ball tumbler. He hated Muggle Studies almost as much as he hated Potions, yet here he was, attempting to write a 3 foot essay on the usefulness of 'cliches'. He supposed the alcohol wasn't helping him think any clearer, but he sure as bloody hell wasn't going to sit here and do this research sober. As far as James was concerned, these 'cliches' weren't of any use to anyone, whatsoever.

With an exasperated sigh, James downed the last contents of his glass and pulled the bottle out from its hiding place under the couch. He topped of his glass, internally vowing to make it his last drink of the night, before stoppering the bottle and stashing it once more. He gave a big stretch and rubbed his eyes before hunching back over the paper to see what his next 'cliche' to decipher was. "Don't count your chickens before they hatch? WHY would I be counting chickens in the first place? What POSSIBLE significance could this have?" James nearly screamed in frustration. He truly despised this ridiculous class. [/size]

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Raining Cats and Dogs [OPEN] Nov 22, 2012 8:16:55 GMT -8

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Post by aubrey on Nov 22, 2012 8:16:55 GMT -8

What was that racket? Aubrey lay sprawled across her bed reading her awful potions book and becoming thoroughly confused - firstly, some of the potions were simply ridiculous, made up by witches and wizards who had nothing better to do than to sit around putting things in cauldrons umming and aahing about what reaction this had to that and finally coming up with a potion that was no use to anyone. A frustrated sigh left her lips as she ran a hand through her mane of blonde hair, jumping as another sound echoed upstairs to her room. A grin flashed onto her face and Aubrey left up, grabbing a robe and throwing it around her shoulders briefly to cover her flimsy tank top and pyjama shorts.

Tap, tap, tap. Her feet padded lightly on the stairs as she made her way toward the commonroom, eyes alight with mischief. Who was down here, and what were they doing? Perhaps they might consider causing some trouble with her, or even sneaking down to grab some food off of the house elves in the kitchen. Aubrey bit her lip excitedly as she spotted someone sitting on the couches, practically rolling around in frustration, the strong scent of firewhisky drifting toward her. Another grin lit up her dainty features, and Aubrey swiftly made up her mind - she'd done enough potions for the night anyway.. it was time to indulge in a different concoction.

A silent run and leap had her bouncing down on the soft couch cushions immediately, a grin on her face as her blonde hair shifted around her. She was a stunning girl, with mile long legs and an infectious grin that spelt trouble no matter how you looked at it. Without speaking, Aubrey glanced over at the essay that lay half finished before them; "Muggle studies? Why on earth did you choose that as an elective? Its awful!" she flashed James a grin. She'd seen him around, enough to know that the boy was full of trouble and secrets just as she was. Handsome, too. She bit her lip and took the glass of whisky from James hands, asking for permission simply by making eye contact as she did so, eyes sparkling with an irresistible charm.

Her voice dropped, lilting with mischief and cheek "Wouldn't you much prefer to be doing something more.. interesting?"

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Raining Cats and Dogs [OPEN] Nov 23, 2012 12:26:57 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2012 12:26:57 GMT -8

James gave the girl a bit of an incredulous look as she took a swig of his drink. He listened to her speak for a moment as he took the glass back and had a large gulp. He had seen her around, he realized, but didn't really know her well. She was quite a pretty site, with her long tan legs and her luscious golden locks. She looked so familiar. Had Sirius dated her? Was she one of Lily's friends? He couldn't quite put his finger on where he knew her from. But she caught his attention well enough, as soon as the word "interesting" left her lips, he knew they would be fast friends.

"Unfortunately, I've no choice but to take this horrid class." James began, "One of the many pleasures that comes with the career path of an Auror is being well learned in a variety of cultures, including that of Muggles. It's not all bad, really, the 'rock' music is quite pleasant...but this is insanity." James rustled his papers together and decided that he would continue work on it first thing in the morning, after a bit of pre-season quidditch practice. James turned and studied her face for a second, as he finished the final contents of his glass. For a moment, he wished he hadn't forbidden himself to drink anymore. He was already a bit tipsy, and could do with being a little more loose. Alas, he had vowed to not have another drop tonight.

"So, when you say 'interesting', what is it that you had in mind?" James questioned curiously, slightly raising his right eyebrow in an inquisitive fashion. "I'm James, by the way, and you're...Aubrey, right?" James felt a little ashamed for even having to ask, she was in his house for Merlins Sake! He quickly stashed his glass under the couch with the bottle, and began to work on shoveling all of his books, papers, and quills into his satchel. Lastly, he stoppered his ink and left it on the table, kicking his feet up and leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head to await her response.

Last Edit: Nov 23, 2012 12:28:39 GMT -8 by Deleted