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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on Apr 25, 2012 18:19:10 GMT -5
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It wasn't that she was looking for something in particular. Nessie just happened to like the way it felt to be surrounded by people who weren't exactly itching to befriend you. Knockturn Alley wasn't the sort of place most students spent their time, but it had a certain appeal. Even existing in this part of town had a way of feeling wrong, and Nessie would've been lying if she'd said she didn't enjoy it. There was a hint of danger with most encounters here that you couldn't experience in most places now that the Dark Lord had been defeated. That feeling was increased when you were young, alone, and not wearing a great deal of clothing, which was typically how Nessie found herself when she was out.
Relishing the feeling of foreboding she was currently experiencing, Nessie traipsed through the doorway of Borgin and Burke's and headed directly for a display case. This was her favorite place to be, though she probably wouldn't have admitted as much at school. People tended to frown upon non-Slytherins who shopped in this particular store. [/size] |
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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on Apr 26, 2012 13:20:40 GMT -5
Brett didn't make hanging out in Knockturn Abbey a habit. It was a creepy place, even for her. She loved a good thrill and she liked a little danger. This place was safer now that Voldemort was dead, but it was still a place she avoided on principle-- especially because with her hair, she couldn't hide. However, Nessie did like Knockturn Alley, and she was who Brett was looking for. She turned off Diagon Alley and into the suddenly darker, colder street. Brett got several looks, which she ignored, as she skipped quickly down the street, looking for Nessie. She was impossible to miss and when she saw a hot pink blob in the distant window of Borgin and Burke's, she made a beeline for the store. She swung open the door and tapped Nessie on the shoulder. "Vanessa, you have the worst hangouts, I've already gotten several looks that read, I want to peel off your scalp." She said in a teasing tone as she folded her arms and regarded the contents of the display case.
There was a severed arm, probably jinxed to attach to you when you had many tasks to do, or it was to strangle someone. There was also a sheild that was glowing a faint pale green that seemed to buzz. But upon a closer look, the buzzing was an insect that was stuck to a hot orb, smoke coming off its little wings. "This place creeps me out. Let's just go to Quality Quidditch Supplies." Brett suggested. They could always use hot new finger gloves or something....Better than being here. Her eyes wandered around lightly, dusty, dank and dismal. Who would want to work here?
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on Apr 26, 2012 15:04:25 GMT -5
she shouldn't have expected to be alone for long. Nessie didn't exactly have a plethora of friends just dying to put up with her frequent trips to Knockturn Alley. But she did have Brett, who was practically surgically attached to her. And who happened to be a little leery of this side of town. With good reason, of course. Nessie could blend in if she wanted. Brett, on the other hand, was very easily spotted.
She'd just started trying to talk herself out of buying the severed arm just to see what it did when Brett waltzed into the store grumping about people wanting to scalp her. "If your scalp wasn't so bloody noticeable, you wouldn't be having that problem," Nessie answered, her attention still focused on the display case. She'd finally dismissed the idea of buying the arm because she wasn't sure how she could get it back into the castle without being noticed. Now, her attention had turned toward the glowing orb. It was currently frying a fly, but Nessie figured it had a more interesting purpose than assassinating insects. Still, if it fried everything it came into contact with, it probably wouldn't be a good purchase either.
It was slightly disheartening to realize that there wasn't anything around here she could convince herself to spend her money on. But, Brett had a point. There was almost always something worth buying in Quality Quidditch Supplies. Nessie let out a huff and scuffed her shoe against the floor. "I don't really want to go anywhere with you if you're going to be calling me Vanessa," she told her friend. It was a lie, though. As much as she hated her given name, she would go just about anywhere with Brett. [/size] |
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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on Apr 26, 2012 15:21:41 GMT -5
Brett scowled and put her hands on her hips. "Oh come on, like you don't stand out a mile away?" She retorted. Nessie was just as noticable really, even if she dressed normally she had a habit of drawing attention. "Besides, I made a horrible brunette, remember when we met?" She asked. All those years ago, just after being sorted into the same house, they were instant friends. Brett had mousey brown hair at the time, usually braided in two small braids. Early in her Hogwarts carerr, she learned a spell to dye her hair magically, and she'd never been a brunette since. Bright red easily became her signature and a source of gryffindor pride.
"Aw don't be like that Vanessa," Brett said jokingly, dramatically throwing an arm around Nessie's shoulders. her movements must have trigged something because a clock behind them made a hissing sound and a wooden snake slithered around the base of the clock and stuck its head out at them. "That is a freaky ass clock..." She said having a staring conest with the enchanted carved snake. She wondered if the slytherins had one like it in their common room.
"Come on Nessie, lets go." She said, tugging on her friends arm. "Maybe we can find cute fingerless gloves."
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on Apr 26, 2012 15:41:01 GMT -5
Nessie wasn't going to argue about her ability to attract attention. She probably really couldn't blend in all that well, but the fact that she seemed comfortable here definitely helped. It was probably the reason she hadn't received as many evil glares as her friend had while she walked to the store. Since she couldn't form much of an argument, she focused on the next topic: Brett's hair. The girl was correct. She had been a horrible brunette. Granted, Nessie had always thought Brett was pretty. But she had a bit too much spunk for the mousey brown color she'd formerly worn. "Red is definitely a better look for you," Nessie agreed.
She was still in the mood to make things difficult. Especially since Brett insisted on using her full name again. So when Brett seemed startled by the clock on the wall behind them, Nessie couldn't help but head for the cashier. "I want that clock. The one with the snake," she told the man, tossing a slightly evil grin in Brett's direction. "My dorm wouldn't be the same without it."
Creepy clock in hand, Nessie returned her attention to Brett. "I'm ready to go now," she told her, jiggling the bag so that the wooden snake would hiss again. [/size] |
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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on Apr 26, 2012 16:01:56 GMT -5
Brett laughed. "I know right? I had to be a Gryffindor." She joked, as if only Gryffindors could ahve red hair. Though, it was a house full of Weasleys... The snake was growing on her, though she still found it creepy. It seemed as if the snake would crawl right off and bite her. You couldn't trust magical snakes.
"No Nessie, you are not getting that!" But Nessie had already bought it and Brett sighed, hand to her head. "When that thing strangles me in my sleep, I will haunt your ass." Brett informed her friend. The other 6th year girls would hate it on principle, the Slytherin/Gryffindor fued still fairly intense even though some weren't all bad. Sometimes Brett wondered if Nessie should have been a slytherin, though she didn't really have the drive and was hard headed like a gryffindor.
The bag hissed at her again and Brett pouted lightly as they went onto the street, people looking at them again. Brett called out, "Give us a wide berth, she's got some dangerous cargo!" People did shuffle aside a little, since selling illegal animals wasn't unheard of and the bag was moving now thanks to the enchanted snake.
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on Apr 26, 2012 19:58:59 GMT -5
Nessie chuckled at her friend's comment. House pride seemed to be such a big deal to some of her fellow students. Personally, Nessie didn't think houses made all that much difference. But that was likely because she didn't often feel like she was as much a part of her house as she should be. True, she was on the quidditch team, but some parts of her personality were more in line with Slytherin than with Gryffindor. Or maybe she just wanted them to be. Regardless, she was glad for where the sorting hat had placed her. If she hadn't been placed in Gryffindor, she wouldn't have met Brett, and that would've been unbearable.
The idea of Brett haunting her drew more laughter from Nessie. The way she saw it, whichever of them died first would be haunting the other one. Even the afterlife wouldn't be quite right without each other. So she replied, "Like you'd be haunting anyone else!" It only took her a few seconds to lessen her now giggly mood. Her laughter was probably the bulk of what was drawing so much attention. The people that frequented Knockturn Alley didn't really seem like the type to laugh about much. They were also just intimidating enough that she was willing to put in a little bit of effort to keep from annoying them.
Rolling her eyes at the idea that her newly purchased clock could be viewed as dangerous cargo, Nessie watched the crowd begin to scatter. People were so stupid sometimes. "Please," she murmured. "It's just a stupid clock. It's not like it's going to bite anyone." Of course she didn't know that for real. It was enchanted. There was, in fact, a very real chance that it could and would bite someone.
When they finally made it out of the alley and back toward happier-looking shops, Nessie linked her arm through Brett's and let out a long breath. "I need you to help me find more ways to get detention," she announced without further explanation. She hadn't yet been alone with Brett for long enough to tell her what had happened in her detention with Paulo a few nights ago, so she figured she might as well spill it now. [/size] |
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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on Apr 27, 2012 9:13:46 GMT -5
Brett chuckled. "True... though I'd probably spend some time haunting hot guys in the prefects bathroom." She said shaking her head a little. Prefects were always hot, maybe it was just the authority. But Nessie had grown serious and Brett followed her lead.
Brett heard he mumble and whispered back, "That's the point, I just want them to leave us alone, duh." Brett was merely telling a lie to get them some space, and she still figured that snake would kill someone. Stupid enchanted clock...
She sighed when they reached Diagon Alley again, she was much more comfortable breaking rules when she didn't feel like she'd get murdered. Brett kicked a loose stone with her foot as Nessie asked her a question. She laughed, "I guess it depends on the class, aren't you usually pretty good at getting detention... well, and getting yourself out of it." Brett shrugged.
"Why do you want to get in detention? Your street cred doesn't need it."
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on May 1, 2012 17:34:57 GMT -5
Haunting hot guys in the prefects bathroom was exactly the sort of thing Brett would do, so Nessie wasn't surprised to hear it. Instead, she just grinned at her friend. "Maybe one of us should've become a prefect," she mused. Then they could've gotten into the prefects bathroom without having to be dead first. But really, neither of them would've been able to do it. They wouldn't have given up their fun and games for long enough.
By the time they made it to Diagon Alley, Nessie was starting to question her purchase of the clock. It was already annoying her with its hissing. But she wasn't going to let Brett know that. So focusing on conversation was the only reasonable option. Asking for ideas on how to get detention wasn't as odd as it might have been had she been anyone else. Everyone expected Nessie to land there at least once a week. Brett, however, knew her well enough to know that Nessie could usually get detention with very little effort. The fact that she was asking was definitely something that warranted questioning.
A smirk tugged at Nessie's lips when Brett asked why she wanted detention. Ordinarily, she was a pretty blunt person, but she figured being in public was reason enough to beat around the bush. She didn't need to get Paulo into trouble. If she did, she'd be spending a lot of evenings in detention that wouldn't be nearly as entertaining as his had been. "Let's just say Paulo – I mean, Professor Alves knows how to make detention particularly enjoyable." She waggled her eyebrows at Brett, eager to see how her friend would react. [/size] |
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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on May 1, 2012 17:40:27 GMT -5
Them? Prefects? It would never happen. They were a pair of Weasley twins with sex appeal, always making some chaos. They would never get to be prefects, their role in the school was already well laid out. Though it would have been awesome to have access to that bathroom, it was supposed to be awesome.
"Oh my god you didn't!" Brett exclaimed before clamping a hand over her mouth. Nessie had slept with Paulo, the hottest new professor in the school. Brett would have done the same if she thought it would help her get into Professional Quidditch but he had been kicked out, and Brett had more rules than Nessie and avoided sleeping with teachers. It had never come up before Paulo though. More quietly she added, "How could you not tell me right away you had sex with a professor?!" Brett was dying to hear all the details, sadly they were in public though. "I want all the dirty little details, I haven't been laid in a while." Brett said jokingly, but she did want to know everything. It wasn't everyday your best friend slept with a hot teacher.
"Forget Quidditch stuff, I have to hear all about it, where's quiet...?" Brett looked around. It was busy as always and she couldn't figure out what would be a quiet spot, but she was dying to know what had happened. Nessie would be school legend if word got out.
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on May 1, 2012 17:42:29 GMT -5
She'd really only intended to broach the subject. This wasn't the place to go into details. But, of course, Nessie knew she couldn't introduce the idea that she'd slept with a professor without going into details at some point. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd ask questions," Nessie explained. It was hardly a good reason, but it was better than nothing. "Besides, it's not like it's been going on for months or anything." She'd only slept with him one time, so she was hardly keeping much of a secret.
Finding a quiet enough place to talk details wasn't easy, but after a little searching, Nessie found an alley that looked both empty and sufficiently nonthreatening. She propped herself against a wall and waited for Brett to do the same before starting her story. "He actually expected me to sit in detention. And do homework!" she explained, sounding horrified. "But he loosened up after some firewhiskey, and I got him to play a game of Never Have I Ever..." From there, Nessie continued, taking care to include every gory detail she could remember. [/size] |
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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on May 1, 2012 17:43:49 GMT -5
Brett laughed and shook her head. As if. Nessie knew Brett would want to know all about it, they were best friends after all. Nessie was used to Brett's questions and besides... "Oh come on, you've been dying to tell me." How could you not share big awesome news like this? They scurried into an alley and Brett listened enraptured as Nessie went on with her story, nodding and offering commentary as expected.
Nessie couldn't sit and do homework, especially with a hot guy around and that got a laugh from Brett. The story was over too fast and she just wiggled her eyebrows at Nessie when she finished. "Look at you, firewhiskey, detention, games and hot sex. You are a top notch slut my friend." She laughed, throwing an arm around Nessie. She meant it in the most endearing way possible.
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