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Post by Hermione Granger on Mar 15, 2011 11:47:53 GMT -5
It was Saturday morning and Hermione was in her dorm room reading an Ancient Runes textbook. Although she had the book open in front of her, Hermione was unable to concentrate on the words. Her thoughts were concentrated on solely one thing... well one person. With a sigh, she slid off her four posted bed and started pulling on her sneakers.
Hermione needed fresh air... and space to think. Leaving her textbook behind, she made her way downstairs. When she emerged into the common room the first thing she saw was Ron's fiery hair. She wanted to apologise for the way she had been treating him, until she spotted Lavender Brown glued to his side. The other Gryffindor girl was soon leaning towards Ron.
As their lips locked together, time seemed to move slower for Hermione. A violent blush rose to her cheeks and a small growl escaped her lips. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the common room angrily. Hermione tried hard to fight back the tears that were welling up in her eyes and stumbled inside the first empty classroom she found.
While the door slammed shut behind her, Hermione leaned against the cold stone wall and allowed the tears to trickle down her cheeks. The sixteen year old was soon curled up on the ground with her knees pulled tightly up to her chest. She had no reason or right to feel jealous of Lavender, however, she could not help herself.
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Post by Peeves on Mar 15, 2011 13:13:40 GMT -5
 SO MISCHIEVOUS IMAGINATION WORKING OVERTIME DEVIL MUST BE PLAYING WITH MY MIND* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Peeves was in a delighted mood having just had the supreme pleasure of soaking a second year's hair in ink while she slept. Really now, it had taken quite awhile and true, it had gotten kind of everywhere during the process; pillow, sheets, robes, all over his hands, etc, but it was still delightful. Mind you, ink didn't stay on his hands for very long so it was almost already gone, but the little hand prints leading across the hall to another year's dorm would have people watching and accusing each other for awhile he thought. Originally he had been headed there to release a few spiders he had found and captured in a box, but he had put it down somewhere and couldn't remember where now...
Oh well, he'd hear about it eventually. Peeves had already forgotten about it in his quest fro stuff to do.
He came down out of the ceiling from the dorm into a classroom -- he knew exactly where he was of course. You didn't live in a castle for a thousand years without being able to fly backwards blindfolded through the floors and not know exactly where you were. It was one of the few things his memory really did stick with to be entirely honest. ANYWHO he came down out of the ceiling and spotted red hair below him. Peeves hesitated not out of indecision, but out of frustration cause there was nothing nearby to drop on her head and hair. Instead, he decided to wing it as he most often did. He made a sick-sounding sucking noise as one does when gathering spit and then released it, a long gooey green mass of ectoplasm-like nastiness extending down out of his mouth towards her head....
WORDS COUNT 293 MUSE Wonder why no one wants to plot with Peeves.... OUTFIT ClickyNOTES Nada LYRICS Mischievous > Emma Bunton CREDIT MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Mar 23, 2011 5:44:56 GMT -5
Hermione was still crying hard when Peeves floated inside the classroom. She was trying to calm down by reminding herself that she was being silly. Ron was her friend... he deserved to be happy. Not with Lavender Brown. With you, a small silent voice rang in her ears. She heaved a deep sigh and clutched her legs tighter to her chest.
She heard the spit collide on top of her head before she had even felt it. Hermione froze and hastily jumped to her feet. She glanced around the room before finally looking upwards. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted Peeves above her. Hermione backed against the wall and wiped her tears from her eyes before tentatively prodding the gooey substance on her hair.
Her finger went right through the substance and the scrunching nose it made cause Hermione to almost gag. She drew back her finger and knowing the shirt would have to be cleaned anyway wiped it on its side. "Peeves. Get out of here," she hissed. As if that would work. But trying never hurt, right? When it came to Peeves, one could not be sure.
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Post by Peeves on Mar 23, 2011 16:43:38 GMT -5
SO MISCHIEVOUS IMAGINATION WORKING OVERTIME DEVIL MUST BE PLAYING WITH MY MIND* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Peeves watched as the blob hit her hair and began a very slow spread across her red hair before she figured out it was him. Gleefully he saw a portion of it begin to slide towards the back. If she put her head back normal that should mean down the back of her neck into her shirt. Anticipating a rather good reaction, Peeves lowered himself disturbingly fast in front of her with a grin bigger then a manhole cover. "Uh-uh, not gonna." As she poked it his eyes twinkled in front of her.
"You should be pleased. I worked on that one for an hour and I didn't even have a dead rat at the time," knowing girls in particular tended to find this less then pleasing information to hear. He nodded, pleased with his result and added "It's high class stuff! It's got texture!" Mind you, Peeves didn't know what texture was, but it sounded like a good word to use so he did. "Slimy, wormy, greasy, grimy, that's the way to get hair shiny" he chanted on the spot.
He enjoyed rhyming even if he used limited words.
If Peeves started rhyming, you were often in trouble. After all, if it got a good reaction or he liked the sound of it he might repeat it in hallways for days afterwards. If others reacted to it as well, Peeves would drag it out like a one year old with only joke who tried it again every three seconds to see if you still laughed.
WORDS COUNT 276 MUSE Oh boy, fun time! OUTFIT ClickyNOTES Nada LYRICS Mischievous > Emma Bunton CREDIT MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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