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Post by ALICE LOGAN on Nov 18, 2012 6:00:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] EVERY TIME WE STUMBLE , EVERY TIME WE FALL The Words: 502 The Outfit: here The Notes sorry it's not great, i suck at starting posts! The hallways of the castle were always cold and drafty in the winter, but they seemed to be absolutely frigid on this particular Thursday evening. Alice's teeth chattered and she hugged her small stack of books close to her chest. Her time in the library had been rather short-lived as she decided she would be much more productive studying in front of the toasty fire in the Gryffindor common room, even despite the usual noise of Gryffindors letting off steam after classes. Hopefully it would be less than a dull roar tonight; you never really knew what to expect in the common room. Her swift pace brought her to the portrait hole in just a few minutes, and after she giving the password to the Fat Lady in the Pink Dress, she stepped through and felt the blessedly warm air of the common room wash over her like a warm bath. The fires were roaring in the grates, thank Merlin. She figured this was probably the warmest place in the castle at the moment.
To Alice's surprise, it was also fairly quiet and peaceful. That was somewhat of a rarity. There were students scattered about on the poofy chairs and couches here and there but most of them were either studying or talking quietly. Fortunately there seemed to be no one loud and obnoxious around, such as some of her fellow sixth-years, James and Sirius. If they were in the common room, you would certainly know it, because they always had to be the center of attention. Still, most Gryffindors, including Alice, couldn't help but be fond of them. She immediately made a beeline for a squashy-looking red and gold chair situated right near the fire. A small sigh escaped her lips as she sank into the chair and the flames began to thaw the chill from her bones. Already infinitely better than the chilly library with the hard, unforgiving chairs. Alice occasionally wondered what the other common rooms were like; Gryffindor had to be the most comfortable and cozy for sure.
She flipped open her Transfiguration and began to get lost in the reading required for next class. Transfiguration wasn't necessarily her best class, in fact it might where she most struggled, but she still found it fascinating and incredibly useful. Defense Against the Dark Arts and especially Charms were probably her best subjects, probably because she enjoyed them the most. They would come in handy if she ever decided to be, for example, an Auror... That fleeting idea really had nothing concrete behind it. Alice wasn't exactly the Auror type (extremely clever and brave, she would imagine), but she couldn't think of a more important and noble profession, especially when the entire wizarding world seemed to be turning so dark and crazy at the moment. Alice pushed that thought from her mind, thinking she would probably never tell anyone of that silly idea of hers, and resumed her focus on reading about human transfiguration, which frankly seemed a little terrifying.
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Post by frank longbottom on Nov 18, 2012 23:58:50 GMT -5
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Frank Longbottom was studying in the back of the Gryffindor common room. It was rather quiet for the moment, mostly students just winding down after their day. Frank had taken the opportunity to use such a quiet environment to his advantage. He was tutoring one of his friends in Defence Against the Dark Arts. To put it more accurately, his friend was trying to convince Frank to do his homework for him while Frank was actually trying to get his friend to learn the material. Normally Frank liked to help his fellow classmates in a more studious setting such as the library. But since his friend had approached him in the common room and it was relatively quiet they decided to stay there. Regardless, Frank didn't think it mattered where they studied, his friend was so distracted that the information was just not sticking. The situation seemed hopeless.
Frank rolled up the sleeves of his Gryffindor sweater to his elbows. "Camon, mate, let's try this again," Frank said encouragingly, though on the inside he was losing his patience a little. "Where is the Kappa commonly found?" Frank asked covering his hands over the answer in the textbook in front of him. His friend scratched his head for a moment before sighing in defeat and gazing around the common room getting distracted. Frank repeated the question trying to mask the irritation in his voice and continue to be a good teacher. His friend rolled his head back "Bloody hell, Frank, I don't know," his friend groaned. "It's Mongolia," Frank sighed leaning back in his chair. His friend was a hopeless cause and the test was tomorrow. There was no way cramming before a test was a good idea anyway, but his friend could have at least tried to make some kind of effort.
Frank lazily flipped through the textbook trying to find something easier that might be on the test that his friend could easily learn. "Oh, hang on, here's something I know you know thi---" Frank's speech was cut off by his friend whacking him in the arm repeatedly. "Oh, bloody hell!" Frank hissed whacking his friend back. "Look who just walked in Frankie," his friend said coyly, motioning to the portrait entrance. Frank rolled his eyes and glanced over, but then did a double take as he saw Alice Logan enter the common room. Frank suddenly straightened, watching her find a seat in a big cosy red chair by the fire. It was almost as if he had entered a daze, for a second later his friend was snapping in front of his face, "Earth to Frankie!" Frank snapped out of it to find his friend snickering at him and nudged him in the arm.
"Go over there and say hello!" his friend insisted. "No, no, she's busy studying," Frank said trying to hide his embarrassment. Of course he had spoken to Alice on several occasions, they were certainly friends, but he knew all his feeble attempts to appear impressive in front of her were hopeless. He had liked her since first year, and by now he was just trying his best not to embarrass himself in front of her. "HEY ALICE!" his friend shouted out across the quiet common room. It was incredibly disruptive. Frank, horrified, buried his face in the textbook on his desk. "Come here a sec!" his friend called over to her. Frank cheeks were fire-engine red by this point. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?" he hissed to his friend. "You a favor!" his friend hissed back. "Well stop it you idiot," Frank hissed back. By now he was completely hiding behind the text book, utterly horrified in every way imaginable.
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Post by ALICE LOGAN on Nov 20, 2012 10:21:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] EVERY TIME WE STUMBLE , EVERY TIME WE FALL The Words: 553 The Outfit: here The Notes none A frown was wrinkling Alice's brow as she read about some particularly gruesome accounts of human transfiguration gone horribly awry. Now she understood why they weren't even starting to study this until sixth year. Young teenagers messing around with things like this could be awful. Even some adults, it seemed, really shouldn't have learned this type of magic. Alice read of one account when, during the 1600s, a crazy wizard named Thaddeus Thurkell turned all of his seven sons into hedgehogs when they turned out to be Squibs. Just the thought made Alice shudder. There was also a witch named Circe, in ancient times, who had a habit of turning sailors into pigs. Not very polite at all.
The sudden shout of "HEY ALICE!" rang across the quiet common room, causing Alice to jump about a foot in the air. Her textbook slid off her lap onto the carpet, dangerously close to the fire. She leaned down and snatched it up quickly, then looked around to see who had so unceremoniously yelled her name. Her eyes scanned the room for a moment, unable to quite pinpoint who had shouted, but then there was a followup of, "Come here a sec!" and she spotted the culprit. Sitting at the back of the common room was Frank Longbottom and another Gryffindor she didn't know very well, a friend of his, she assumed. Alice also assumed she was correct in thinking that it was the friend who had yelled at her, because Frank didn't seem like the type to be so obnoxious and disruptive. Frank was in her year and obviously a Gryffindor, although some joked that he should have been put into Hufflepuff. He was an incredibly sweet guy, that was for sure, if not a little clumsy and awkward at times. But Alice wasn't one to judge people on silly things like that, which was why she definitely considered Frank a friend. He'd always been nice to her, even if sometimes he acted a little odd for whatever reason.
Alice frowned. If Frank hadn't been sitting there, she probably wouldn't have moved from her seat, but perhaps he needed to ask her something. She stood up, carefully arranging her things on her seat in the hopes that nobody would take her coveted spot near the fireplace. As she walked across the common room, weaving in between numerous squashy armchairs, Alice noticed that for some reason Frank was slumped down in his seat and hiding behind his textbook. What in the world was he doing? What in the world was he doing? Was he hiding from her? She stopped in front of them, glancing at his friend with a slightly annoyed look, and then addressed Frank.
"Um, Frank?" she asked, a quizzical look on her face. "Is everything alright?"
She couldn't help but glance at the textbook that was covering his face. It appeared he was studying for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although people sometimes asked for her help in that subject, Alice had a suspicion that Frank didn't need any help, because she'd noticed that Frank was quite skilled in that class. She smiled slightly, hoping that he would come out from behind his textbook and explain why she'd been called over here.
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Post by frank longbottom on Nov 21, 2012 16:33:17 GMT -5
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Frank was simply horrified that his friend had attracted Alice's attention and furthermore that he interrupted her studying and brought her over here. Frank glared at his friend from behind his textbook, who was now snickering uncontrollably. "This is so not funny," Frank grumbled, desperately hoping that the redness in his cheeks would fade away as soon as possible. Since he was hiding behind the textbook, Frank didn't actually notice that Alice had come over to their table until he heard her voice, which he recognized instantly. He shuddered as she asked if everything was alright and emerged from behind the textbook which he lay flat on the table now that he was exposed. He could not have felt more embarrassed, a pinkish color was still clearly present on his cheeks.
"Erm, yes, hi Alice," Frank said bashfully. His friend must have been having a field day at the pleasure he found in Frank's embarrassment and discomfort. "Thanks for joining us Alice," Frank's friend immediately interjected. "Frankie here was just looking to see if you could help him with his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework." Frank's friend stood up from his seat and gathered his things. "He's a bit daft this one, he needs a lot of help," his friend said in a whisper to Alice, although Frank could clearly hear. His friend then left the two of them alone, trying to stifle his laughter as he disappeared behind the steps that led up to the boys' dormitories.
"He's a bloody git," Frank grumbled under his breath, half to Alice and half to himself. He then looked up at the stunning Gryffindor girl with whom he had been infatuated since his first year and took a deep breath which he masked for a sigh. "Sorry about that," Frank said trying to appear much more cool, calm, and collected now. "I hope we didn't interrupt your studying too much, he was just... er... being annoying. I was trying to tutor him in Defense Against the Dark Arts and he was looking for a distraction," Frank explained. He could feel his palms getting a bit sweaty as they often did when he was incredibly nervous. "For the record, I'm not that daft. I don't actually need any help," Frank said matter-of-factly. His friend's jeers were obviously not true, but Frank felt the need to defend himself in front of Alice anyway. He never wanted her to think poorly of him.
Suddenly he realized that by confirming his not needing any help with homework he would be sending her away to the other side of the common room where he would probably spend the rest of his time staring at her and wishing she was sitting with him so he mustered a little courage. "Um, do you want to join, er, sit with me? Here?" he stammered awkwardly. Social interactions with girls were not Frank's forte to begin with, but he was twice as nervous as he would ordinarily be just because it was Alice. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair attempting to distract himself from the thought that she might outright reject his offer within the next few moments.
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Post by ALICE LOGAN on Nov 25, 2012 15:59:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] EVERY TIME WE STUMBLE , EVERY TIME WE FALL The Words: 513 The Outfit: here The Notes none One of Alice's eyebrows quirked up as she regarded Frank's friend and listened to him babble on about how Frank needed help with Defense Against the Dark Arts, which she was pretty certain was utter nonsense. Uh huh, okay then," she replied, bemused, tucking a wayward strand of golden hair behind her ear. For whatever reason, his friend was being quite strange, so she wasn't at all upset when he took his leave. Why he should find the situation so hilarious, she couldn't say. Alice smiled at Frank, who seemed to be a bit embarrassed on his friend's behalf as he explained the situation. "No, no, it's no problem at all," she assured him. She vaguely motioned over her shoulder toward where she was sitting, saying, "I needed a little break from that anyway." The crazy Transfiguration had been getting a little heavy.
It struck Alice as funny that Frank seemed to feel the need to explain that he wasn't, in fact, as daft as his friend would make him out to be. Frank might be clumsy, but Alice knew he wasn't stupid, and he was one of the best Defense Against Dark Arts students in their year, even if not everyone knew because he didn't flaunt it. But Alice noticed things like that because she also had a particular interest in the subject. She laughed softly. "No, I know, I'm pretty sure he's the daft one," she said jokingly. Alice wasn't the type of person to really call people daft and mean it, even if she might think it about certain people occasionally. She was about to announce that she was going to go return to her homework when Frank interjected a question.
Alice was momentarily surprised at his query, if only because Frank seemed a little flustered or something, and maybe not in the best mood for company. Maybe he was trying to be polite after his friend had been rather irritating. But Alice didn't hesitate with her response, thinking nothing of it. "Sure!" she said brightly. They were friends, after all. "Although I'm giving up my spot by the fire, so you'd better make it worth it," she added with a laugh. After quickly retrieving her books and bag from the chair she'd been occupying, she returned to Frank and took the empty seat beside him, taking a moment to arrange her books, quills and spare bits of parchment she had in her bag. She then turned to Frank. "So what are you going to do now that your tutoree has skipped out on you?" She paused. "Tutoree. Is that a word? I'm not sure. Anyway," she said cheerfully, unaware that she was rambling a bit. "You could always help me try to understand why on earth anyone would want to Transfigure themselves with all the ways it can go horribly, horribly wrong." She indicated her textbook with a serious expression, not wanting to look at the rather disgusting illustrations.
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Post by frank longbottom on Nov 26, 2012 23:33:09 GMT -5
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When she agreed to sit with him Frank just returned her a small smile, attempted to appear much cooler than he had earlier. But there was no denying that on the inside he was jumping up and down with glee. He chuckled at her next comment about making her stay worth it, but there was no masking the uneasiness in his chuckle. If it had been anyone other than Alice sure he would have laughed it off, but he was so worried about impressing her all the time that he actually didn't want to do anything to make her stay 'not worth it', as it were. He worried about this briefly as Alice left to collect her things by the fire. Despite the fact that it was a chilly night and everyone else was keeping warm in jumpers and such, Frank was just feeling sweaty and hot. He told himself he was being ridiculous for getting so antsy.
To cool down he pulled off his Gryffindor uniform sweater and sighed with relief as his body temperature evened out. If it hadn't been for his stupid friend, he wouldn't feel so embarrassed and insecure. Now that his sweater was off he felt much better though, even if he looked a little ridiculous on such a chilly night. He rolled the sleeves of his white shirt back up to his elbows and loosened the red and gold Gryffindor tie around his neck so that it hung much more loosely. Frank turned his attention back to Alice as she returned to the table and began laying out her things. She appeared to be working on their Transfiguration homework for that week. Frank smiled at her use of the word 'tutoree' and then her questioning of it. He thought it was cute. She had no idea of the effect she had on him. At least, Frank didn't think she did anyway.
Well I suppose you could be my replacement tutoree if there's anything I could help you with, he said brightly. Not that you would need any help I'm sure, he added, I reckon you do quite well in... what is this you're studying? Ah, Transfiguration, he observed tilting her textbook gently towards his gaze. He chuckled a little at her unwillingness to acknowledge the gruesome illustrations in the textbook. Frank thought that the idea of transfiguring one's self was a cool thought, but in practice was just too dangerous to attempt. Beats me, I mean, it sounds brilliant... but who would want to risk going around with ridiculous animal parts protruding from their bodies? he laughed observing the illustrations in closer detail which was likely to gross Alice out, but he didn't seem to realize this at the moment. Bloody hell, look at this poor bloke, Frank enthused pointing out a man who had attempted to transfigure himself into a hippogriff, but instead ended up with feathers protruding from random places, claws for hands, and a beak attached to a human head.
Frank quickly realized Alice was not quite so interested in the horrid illustrations, and flipped the paper over to the next page. Sorry, he said, though he smiled finding her easily grossing out rather amusing. Well, perhaps I could help you endure the particularly disturbing illustrations to get your homework done, Frank offered, though in a teasingly playful way. He of course like most sixteen year old boys, found the most gruesome lessons in class to be of the utmost interest.
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Post by ALICE LOGAN on Dec 5, 2012 19:17:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] EVERY TIME WE STUMBLE , EVERY TIME WE FALL The Words: 487 The Outfit: here The Notes sorry for the late reply!
"Yes, Transfiguration," Alice responded with a small sigh. "And no, I actually don't do that well in it, really." It wasn't her best class, that was certain, and she wasn't quite sure why. "I really might need help because I can't even stand to look at these!" Unfortunately she was only half joking. It was funny because Alice found it much easier to consider spells and other sorts of magic much more horrifying than those, but these were just gross. She wrinkled her nose as she indicated the textbook. "And don't we have to write an essay on this?" She was fairly certain they had to. Transfiguration was one of the most time-consuming courses because it seemed they were required to write an essay for virtually every class.
Alice couldn't help but pull a face as Frank indicated yet another horrible example. Not many things would be worse than being stuck as half a hippogriff for any length of time, she imagined. Fortunately most of these cases could be sorted out after a lengthy stay at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but it was surely a grueling process. She shuddered at the thought. "Oh, that's awful!" she commented. Hopefully that poor wizard got that all sorted out. Glancing over at Frank, she noticed that he didn't seem the least bit bothered by the drawings and examples as she was. He was, in fact, laughing at it, which made her laugh a little too. "You just find it fascinating, don't you?" she said teasingly, poking him on the arm. Of course he'd like this sort of stuff. Boys. "Hoping to transform yourself into a hippogriff? I have to admit, I don't see you as a hippogriff. Your nose is all wrong." She giggled, finding her own joke quite hilarious.
Alice picked up a fresh scroll of parchment and a quill, carefully writing Alice Longbottom in neat script at the top corner. She bit her lip in thought, thinking of what her angle would be on this essay. Human transfigurations gone wrong are bloody disgusting. That about summed it up, in her opinion. Frank would probably have some better ideas than that, though. His offer at helping her endure the gruesome images was taken quite seriously by Alice. "Okay, I accept the tutoree position, no backing out now," she said, grinning. "But really, have you done your essay yet?" Having someone to work on the assignment with would be quite welcome, and she was in fact really enjoying Frank's company. She observed that he wasn't wearing a sweater or anything, although she was barely keeping warm in the chill castle air. Clearly he was hot-blooded like all other teenage boys, it seemed.
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