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Post by ANGELINA JOHNSON on Aug 6, 2012 23:16:59 GMT -5
It was early, early enough that most people were still asleep in their beds after a long week of classes. They were tucked under the blankets of their four-poster beds, hidden behind the curtains that they used to block out the bright beams of sunlight that tried their best to wake them from their slumbers. Very few would ever consider the idea of getting up this early, to watch the sunrise from the window of the Gryffindor Common Room as she sat there wrapped up in a housecoat and pajamas. There didn't seem to be a point in wearing much else when everyone else was busy sleeping, not a soul around to see her in such a state of undress. It didn't concern the girl at all that she wore only a pair of shorts and a tank top, clothing a little more scandalous and bare than her average clothing choices.
Her housecoat lay open against her front as she leaned back against the window sill, her dark eyes gazing out at the rising light over the horizon. This was an ideal time of day for Angelina Johnson, a girl who enjoyed the smaller moments of life that so many others were quick to brush aside. The Common Room wasn't yet filled with the sounds of other voices as they yelled about classes, assignments and lost possessions. There were no animals running around chasing one another and causing mayhem for those who were struggling to get some of their homework finished on time. Instead there was just a silence, the golden kind that nobody seemed to appreciate anymore because they were too busy getting from point A to point B as quickly as they could.
And she knew that she was no better than everyone else.
Her dark eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she slowly inhaled, taking in the solitude that lingered around her. She missed the moments that she had to herself, especially now that she was the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Between that and her piles of studies as she prepared for her NEWTs, Ang was absolutely swamped for time. She barely had a moment to eat, let alone get some sleep every night...but wasn't that for the weak anyway? The thought made her laugh a little, turning her head to look out at the rising sun. It really was beautiful.
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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 7, 2012 0:27:13 GMT -5
Jacob was lying in his bed, barely awake and just napping a bit until his alarm went off to force him to get ready for the day. He was half sleeping when he felt a sharp pain on his chest and he assumed that it was the walk though a rose garden that was happening in his dream, but he carefully opened his eyes and saw a cat glaring at him. His eyes widened a bit further and he shook his head a bit to clear the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over to the Gryffindor in the bed to the right of his, who was the owner of the cat.
“Hey, wake up! Come get your demon cat off me,” he said, which only caused the cat to sink its claws further into his skin,”Ow!” The owner of the cat merely groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head.
Rolling his eyes, Jacob returned his attention to the cat that was still digging its claws through his pajama shirt and into the skin on his chest. “Alright, this is…over,” he said, reaching over and carefully forcing the cat’s claws out of his skin. The cat hissed threateningly at him and was just about to attack again when Jacob snatched it out of the air and lightly tossed it away from him. It turned to look back at him and hissed again.
“Stupid demon cat,” he said, carefully getting up and looking at the wound on his chest. It wasn’t a terrible wound, but it was definitely bleeding. One of the bad things about being a werewolf: most animals absolutely hated you. “Go plot how to get a decent personality or something,” he said, waving the cat away as it took a step towards him.
He unbuttoned his shirt to keep his pajamas from getting too bloody and headed downstairs to the common room to go to the first aid kid, where there were healing potions. However, just as he reached the last step, he heard a light chuckle. He raised his eyebrows and turned to see a girl, probably a few years older than him, reclining on the couch. “What’s so funny?” he asked, looking around grinning, trying to find the source of the comedy.
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Post by ANGELINA JOHNSON on Aug 7, 2012 14:27:35 GMT -5
Her dark head turned as she heard the arrival of another person, their voice the thing that really alerted her to their presence. For reasons apparently unknown, she was not the only person to be up at this hour of the day, which lead her to believe that the boy who came down the stone steps into the Gryffindor Common Room was not there of his own free will, but for some other reason entirely. Perhaps he was having trouble sleeping? Whatever the reason, the solitude she had experienced in being alone was now gone, and Angelina knew that even if he were to turn around and leave the silence would still have been broken by his untimely interruption. It wouldn't return to the way it had been before, so she would then be forced to find something else to occupy her time until she was supposed to be somewhere else.
"Just thinking," she said with a little shrug to indicate that she hadn't been too heavily lost in weighty thought. "It's too early to be doing too much else." Her dark eyes looked at the boy as he stepped further into the Common Room, trying to figure out if perhaps she knew him from her classes or not. But he had to have been younger, she thought to herself, because she didn't really recognize him as more than a face who sat at the same table in the Great Hall during their meals. And as she looked closer at him, Ang noticed that he was holding part of his pajama top away from his chest, causing a look of slightly confusion to cross her features as she leaned up from the window sill and angled her body more toward him. "Are you alright?"
She slowly rose to her feet as she watched and made her way toward him, her head tilted slightly as she tried to figure out what exactly he was doing. For those who were up at this time of day, there had to be a good reason for them to have left the warmth of their beds and their peaceful slumbers. And she knew that if she had had it her way, there wouldn't be anything that could wake her from what precious little sleep she was able to get. "Whoa, is that blood?" she asked, frowning a little before she crossed over toward the little first aid kit that was left hanging on the wall. "Did you get a little over excited in your dreams or something?"
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Post by JACOB ROBERTS on Aug 7, 2012 17:12:54 GMT -5
Jacob laughed at what the older girl said. “I know, right? It’s disgustingly early,” he said, running his hand through his puff of brown hair. If it had been up to him, he’d still be fast asleep upstairs in the boys’ dormitory. Sure, he’d been half awake and half asleep when the cat attacked, but that was still a little bit of sleep that he could have gotten. Damn cat. And that wasn’t the first time something like that had happened, unfortunately.
“Oh, this?” he said, opening his pajama shirt a bit more to examine the claw wounds. If he had just been scratched, it wouldn’t have been nearly as bad, but no, the cat had to sink its claws into his skin, and then pull down. So Jacob had four sets of claw marks down his chest, and they were all bleeding pretty heavily.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. My tomato sauce packets just exploded, that’s all,” he said, carefully touching one of the wounds, but he quickly withdrew his hand as it began stinging. “Oh, no, it’s apparently spicy tomato sauce,” he said, biting his lip, waiting for the stinging to die down.
He raised his eyebrows as he watched the girl rise from her seemingly comfortable position and walk towards him. To his surprise, the girl reached for the first aid kit that Jacob was heading for. Oh, good, he’d be getting some help. Jacob’s laziness was admirable sometimes.
“This yeti of a cat latched its demon knives into me,” he said, motioning to his wounds on his chest,”I had to tug them out, which...in hindsight probably was not the best thing to do." He looked down at the wounds, but shrugged. Could be worse.
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