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Dec 10, 2016 23:22:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 23:22:35 GMT -7
@ripley The Hufflepuff common room was deathly quiet. Lance needed that. While his father’s death was still on the edge of his mind at all times, it was starting to get over the shock that it had put him in over the last few weeks. The initial blow of it had worn off, but the lasting reverberations following the funeral were still very much there. The scary thing was that he didn’t even know that he cared that much; they had abandoned him and Georgie for six years, yet the pain was just as real as it had been when they left the first time, if not worse. He had never imagined it would hurt like this, especially after already going through it once. So Lance had spent the first half of December, following the funeral, idly wandering around the castle trying to figure out what to do next. He didn’t know what to say to his mom the next time they saw each other, and he barely knew how to act around Georgie anymore as well. The one thing he did know was that he needed to be there for them, but figuring out how to do that was where he was getting stuck.
On top of all of that, there was still school and the Yule Ball coming up at the end of the month. He had anticipated on learning how to at least dance in time for it, but the mere thought of attending instead of going to be with his mom was a tough decision to make. A lot of things were hard to wrap his mind around lately and it seemed like it was just one thing after another. Moving through the empty common room, where he had been sat for the majority of the morning, Lance entered his dorm room. As he anticipated, all of his roommates were gone, probably for the entire day. That meant he didn’t have to worry about the nap he was about to take being disturbed. Slipping off his house robes, since he had decided class didn’t really matter right now, Lance got halfway dressed into his normal clothes before collapsing on his bed. Putting a shirt on was too much effort when he could just slide under the sheets and fall asleep. They were warm enough as they were.
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Dec 12, 2016 12:16:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 12:16:46 GMT -7
boredom did not suit ripley. she often found when she got bored she managed to find herself in trouble somehow so it was better. skipping down the stairs into the dungeons she hummed to herself as she thought to herself what she could do. her classes were finished for the day so as she entered the common room she took her cloak off with a flourish, even though there was no one around and she tucked it over her arm. an empty common room could only mean one thing, that she was going to struggle to find someone to spend time with. if that happened she'd go practice her dancing but she was feeling sociable today so she'd make an effort to find someone. lance. her mind drifted to her best friend, as it should have when she had finished classes .. but she had been distracted thinking about other things. emile. she had seen him from the window that she had been sitting in after class and well that had filled her mind since. damn him. she thought with a smile to herself as she moved into her dorm room to change.
she rumaged through her trunk to pull out some jeans, a white shirt and a simple plaid shirt. if she did have to go dancing she wanted something she could move in, that wouldn't get too hot and would also keep her from freezing. she didn't often get that cold but she wanted something to cover her arms. she grabbed her sneakers and hopped out of the dorm, pulling them onto her feet as she moved out of the room and started her search for lance in the boys dorm. which is where she found him. that was easy. she grinned when she saw him laying without a shirt on his bed. she blew a lock of hair from her face as she crossed to his bed and made to drop down next to his hip. "lance! oh lancelot .. " she said with a laugh as she leaned her elbow gently down in the middle of his chest (without applying any pressure, she wanted to lean on him not hurt him!) and she looked down at him, her hair loose falling over her shoulders toward his bare chest. "you're going to help cure my boredom ..." she didn't feel the least bit bad about giving him no clue what she was going to do as she reached to clasp her fingers around his wrist and she stood up, trying to tug him from the bed he was trying to lay in. he could sleep later, now they were going to go dance.
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Dec 24, 2016 22:24:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2016 22:24:13 GMT -7
@ripley The door to the dorm room opened but Lance was too preoccupied with keeping his eyes shut to see which one of his roommates it was. Clearly wasn’t Rubeus, while he was quiet, his footsteps normally gave it away. These ones were much lighter, almost silent, as they pattered across the room. And then the person flopped down on his bed next to him. That was definitely weird. Lance didn’t open his eyes though, afraid that if he did he was going to regret it for some reason. The person then leaned onto his chest. At this point, Lance’s eyes shot open to see a flash of red hair looking down at him. Ripley. It didn’t click right away that she was in the boy’s dorm, so he stared up at her, unsure of what to say. Then he noticed he was also staring at the top of his bedframe. “Not that it’s an issue, but what are you doing in here Ripley?” He half-laughed as he leaned up at the pull on his wrist from her.
Lance didn’t stand up straight away though. He wasn’t sure where Ripley was going to lead him, and if it was out of the dorm room, he had to get dressed again. But it didn’t look like she was going to let go any time soon. “If we’re going somewhere I’ll need to put a shirt on.” For some reason, he knew that wouldn’t be enough for Ripley. “Don’t want to scare all the first years, ya know?” That and he’d definitely get in trouble if they ran across any professors. He had already missed enough classes as it was, and detention from walking around the castle half-naked wasn’t exactly appealing in the slightest. “And where are we going?”
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Jan 4, 2017 19:03:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 19:03:30 GMT -7
“If we’re going somewhere I’ll need to put a shirt on.” she rolled her eyes slightly and looked at him with a smirk. "since when do you need a shirt?" she said with a laugh as she kept trying to tug him from the room. if he was going to the ball he'd need to learn how to dance anyway, not that she thought he was bad. she knew he wasn't all that horrible because she'd been dancing with him since they became friends but she wanted to try some new steps out on him and he didn't seem to be doing anything but lay there so she'd seized an opportunity. “Don’t want to scare all the first years, ya know?” she rolled her eyes and looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and she looked him up and down. she didn't have any complaints about the way he was built. "well don't we want to scare them away from boys? keep them innocent? what better way than showing them your half naked body." she said with a sweet smile as she tilted her head slightly, letting some of the hair fall onto her face. “And where are we going?” she smiled and then let go of his hands so he could go put on a shirt if she wanted and she folded her arms over her chest and she raised herself up and down on her toes while she waited. "to dance."
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Jan 13, 2017 22:11:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 22:11:02 GMT -7
@ripley Since when did he need a shirt? What kind of question was that? Lance couldn’t recall ever walking around without one on. “Since always?" He answered back, slightly confused and unsure of where Ripley was going with her question. Sure, he liked to keep in shape, but that didn’t mean he was going to show the world the results of that. “I don’t like to mosey on down to the Great Hall shirtless ya know.” Lance figured she was attempting to get him to go eat, seeing as that was almost a daily occurrence lately. He hadn’t had much motivation to eat since getting back to school. Barely any energy was spent going to classes, so his caloric intake wasn’t nearly as high as it usually was. Not eating as much, or even showing up for meals, had probably started to concern quite a few people. “Maybe it’s more that I don’t want a larger fan club. Already had enough with girls asking for dates to the ball.” That was rather depressing sounding. He wasn’t sure why having so many admirers was a bad thing, but the way he stated it made it seem so.
Ripley finally let go of him and he hopped up, tossing the shirt he had got out earlier, on. He probably would have gotten a remark or two from his roommates if they came back in and found him like that anyways. They were quiet most of the time, almost non-existent actually, but they knew when to make jabs. Pulling the shirt over his head, Lance stared at his friend as she stated they were going to dance. Pretty typical there. The more he thought about it as he popped his arms through the sleeves, the more he realized that going with Ripley would probably take his mind of everything. Let a little energy out, forget about it all for a few minutes. “Lead the way.” Lance said as he straightened out the bottom of the shirt. Hopefully it was somewhere interesting.
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Jan 24, 2017 8:01:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 8:01:54 GMT -7
she couldn't deny that she was worried about him. they had been friends for too long, years if she thought to think about it and she knew him. she knew him well enough to know that he was suffering, no matter how quiet he was about it and how little he felt like talking about it. “Maybe it’s more that I don’t want a larger fan club. Already had enough with girls asking for dates to the ball.” she rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest after letting him go and she laughed softly. "i didn't think you would have a problem being a ladies man?" she asked with a slightly raised brow as she waited for him to pull his shirt over his head. he seemed to be open the fact that she was taking him to dance and she was happy about that. she had left out the part about her plan to drag him to have dinner with her in the great hall when they were done.
someone had to make sure he ate and she was probably the one who would be the person stubborn enough to make him do it. “Lead the way.” she smiled as she took a step back to the door and she nodded. she had a plan to take him to the astronomy tower to dance up there. there was plenty of room without being too much space to get confused, while dancing in a small space might be harder it was going to be easier in the long run because, at least to her, it taught the body to dance in a smaller area. not that she was an expert or anything but it was just something that worked for her. "i already planned too." she said as she hooked her arm through his and made to drag him to the astronomy tower with her so they could get started. "so do you know how to do any dancing?"
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Feb 2, 2017 0:19:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 0:19:02 GMT -7
@ripley That was the problem. Lance normally didn’t mind being a ladies man. Not to the degree of some, but the attention was nice. Plus it was kind of fun to watch Georgie fume sometimes. Innocent little actions like that were always a nice addition to his day. Lately though? All the date requests for the ball had gotten annoying. He hadn’t exactly had the heart to tell them that he had a date already, and instead had opted to just saying that he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Most, if not all, of the house had to have known about his family situation by this point. It wasn’t often that students were yanked out of the middle of class in a mad flurry of robes and sent off to London. Everyone knew that meant either an accident or death. He still hadn’t talked to Olivia about the whole thing. He was sure she would understand if he decided not to show up. She seemed the type that would. “It gets to be a little too much sometimes Rip. Even for me.” He sighed, looking down at his shirt again. Doing something was better than doing nothing. “Unfortunately I don’t have unlimited energy to deal with people all day. More than most maybe, but not lately.” Not like the Beauxbatons champion, whom Lance had seen hanging around his friend recently.
Ripley looped her arm around his and led him out of the dorms and through the common room. She always seemed to have a plan. Lance usually just went with the flow, since that made things a lot easier. His relaxed nature let him do whatever he wanted, whenever, quite the opposite of constantly having his schedule blocked up for all different types of activities. “Dancing?” He repeated the end of the question. “Only from what you’ve had me do in the past. Can’t say much has stuck.” A refresher probably wouldn’t be too bad either, seeing as he did still have a date to the ball, regardless of whether or not he was going to go. “I’ll need to know eventually though.”
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Feb 13, 2017 12:36:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 12:36:15 GMT -7
“Unfortunately I don’t have unlimited energy to deal with people all day. More than most maybe, but not lately.” she chewed her lip slightly as she looped their arms together. she didn't want to press him about that though, she knew it wouldn't do any good. he'd talk more about what he was feeling when he needed to, even if it wasn't with her she did hope it was with someone. “Dancing? Only from what you’ve had me do in the past. Can’t say much has stuck.” she laughed and shook her head slightly and rolled her eyes to look at him. "you mean you've forgotten? oh i'm hurt my teaching didn't stick." she joked as they made their way up to the astronomy tower. “I’ll need to know eventually though.” she nodded her head and dropped her hand from his arm as she opened the door to the top of the astronomy tower. the view from up here was one of her favorite things to look at and when the sun was setting it was even better. though she hoped they wouldn't be up here long enough to be able to watch one, she had plans on dragging him to dinner after this.
she walked into the middle of the room and held a hand out to her. "come on then, we don't have all day." she said with a smile. they had all afternoon though, or they had however long it was until lance got tired of dancing which would happen long before she ever did. "we'll start simple, i promise." she said, smiling as she moved her feet without thinking. when she danced she got lost, lost with herself or who she was dancing with regardless of who they were. "i can't imagine lots of people at the yule ball will be doing anything fancy .." she said as she looked at him. she wasn't sure who he'd asked to the ball yet.
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Feb 16, 2017 23:24:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 23:24:44 GMT -7
@ripley Lance cracked a smile as Ripley said she was hurt that her teaching hadn’t stayed with him. Some of it had, though how much would be the real question. He supposed they’d figure it out as soon as they reached the top of the astronomy tower. Ripley let go of him as she opened the door, and it took a few seconds for him to follow. Wasn’t it going to be cold up there? Dancing did warm up the body slightly, but there was no way it was going to counteract the December chill. Even though he had lived in England and Scotland for the last six years, he still hadn’t adjusted from his southern roots. He probably never would. Noticing Ripley beckoning him in, Lance followed and took her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this done with.” He joked, nodding his head to show that he understood starting out easy. She started to move her feet, and Lance made sure to keep up. He had done all of this before at some point, so it wasn’t like it was new. More like a refresher if anything.
“You don’t think so?” He responded, in reference to people at the ball not doing anything too fancy. “I figured with the Ministry there would be a higher level of skill required or something.” Lance wasn’t actually sure how to deal with any of this. He was just a boy from South Carolina. Living in a castle and going to fancy balls was completely out of the ordinary for him. “So who did you manage to rope into goin’ with you?” Lance was positive he knew the answer to it, but figured it was worth a shot to ask anyways. Maybe she would surprise him with a different name.
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Feb 18, 2017 22:11:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 22:11:53 GMT -7
“I figured with the Ministry there would be a higher level of skill required or something.” she shrugged her shoulders and continued to dance with him. "i don't really think knowing how to dance is a job requirement." she said with a small smirk. she had been to parties with her father and mother and there had been some ministry people had been the worst dancers. it had been quite entertaining for her to watch. she'd often been on the dance floor with her father, when children had been allowed to attend the parties so she had often had a close up view of how bad it could get. “So who did you manage to rope into goin’ with you?” she faltered in the following step but managed to catch herself for the next one. she wasn't sure she wanted to tell him. when she told people it didn't often garner the best reaction from them. she sighed and finished out the dance with him, dropping her hands to her sides and stepping back from him.
"emile chevalier." she said as she folded her arms over her chest and looked at the view. "and if you're going to act the same as everyone else and try and tell me all the reasons i shouldn't go with him .. don't. because i've had it." she said as she looked back at her best friend. she hadn't snapped at him but she was getting a little frustrated about the reactions of the people closest to her. "who did you ask?" she asked him, curious as to who had stolen lances attention long enough away from his grieving for him to ask them.
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Mar 4, 2017 17:39:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 17:39:25 GMT -7
@ripley But wasn’t the ability to dance that much more of an asset? Lance wasn’t fond nor against it, but he knew it was usually placed in the zone of being somewhat higher class. Which meant absolutely nothing to him since he was from South Carolina. Status symbols intrigued him though, since he really only had the few things he was able to bring from home and what the orphanage had allotted him. Bringing the family money over had been a pain, and he and Georgie had decided to save it up instead of spending it willy-nilly; they still needed school supplies every year and the school uniforms didn’t always make it through a full year no matter how hard they tried. Lance assumed there were other people like him, in the same financial and living situations, that managed to use dancing and other ‘high society’ symbols to make their way up. He believed talking and being kind to others got the job done just fine. Trust was built on mutual respect after all. “Definitely can’t hurt to know though.” He stated matter of factually.
They finished the dance they were in on before Ripley finally answered with the name of the person she was going to the ball with. As she stated Émile’s name, Lance was finally able to confirm his suspicions. Lance had a hard time getting over that potential hurdle the first time he heard about it. Right now though, he wasn’t too bothered by it. The Beauxbatons champion had done an outstanding job in the first task, and Lance was surprised more girls hadn’t flocked to Émile’s side. He was positive Ripley had been friends with him before that though, so clearly things had been going on far longer than most had thought. “I don’t know him, so I very well can’t judge his character based on other people’s accounts.” Lance knew what she was talking about though, and he knew extremely well why they were telling her not to go with Émile as well. Then again, who was to say those weren’t baseless rumors about his personality? “Olivia Sterden. She’s a seventh year Ravenclaw.” There was a good chance Ripley knew her through Quidditch, but that was probably the extent of it. “She’s American too. Neither of us saw too much prospect going on our own…so I asked her.”
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Mar 10, 2017 5:31:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 5:31:13 GMT -7
“I don’t know him, so I very well can’t judge his character based on other people’s accounts.” she felt a smile cross onto her face, a mix between a sad one and a happy one as she moved forward to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him as tight as she could. she could always count on lance, that's why he was her best friend. "you have no idea how glad i am to hear someone say that." she said with a smile as she hugged him a little tighter. she didn't mean to squish the life out of him but she had been having a hard time with the people who were supposed to love her most the last few months and it was hard to know really who to count on. lance of course had been there and of course she had her sisters but they were pretty much it. emile had started to make things better on a whole different level though. the ironic part was the person people were warning her about, wasn't the worst person in her life. having grown up with a brother like nikolai was probably why she could stand emile's attitude and ego when others couldn't. after all, nikolai was ten times worse on a good day. he had spent her life always thinking he was better, that he knew better and that his opinion was the most important and everyone needed to know it, regardless of whether they wanted it or not. she knew she was a lot like him but she at least owned it when she'd said something awful, she tried to apologize and make things right, but her brother? he just turned childish. she'd thought things had started to get better between them, after all their second last encounter was them having a heart to heart and he had told her things were okay, that he wasn't angry with her and things were good. clearly he'd been lying to her. but in nik style, he was being an ass without letting her know why. she was starting to get tired of not knowing where she stood with him so she was about to stop trying. so yes, compared to her brother nik, emile's attitude and arrogance were a cake walk. "he's really not that bad. you should meet him, we could do lunch one day." she said with a smile as her thoughts turned to the blonde french student.
not that she didn't enjoy their games and quips, she hoped things didn't change anytime soon. it was different and she was having more fun than she'd ever had before with a guy so she was going to keep hanging out with him, regardless of what people said or tried to make her think. “Olivia Sterden. She’s a seventh year Ravenclaw. She’s American too. Neither of us saw too much prospect going on our own…so I asked her.” she smiled and made to let him go, dropping her arms to her sides and she stepped back from him, the happiness for him on her face evident. "she's also a great person, well from what i've heard anyway. can't say i know her personally but that's so great. you'll have fun." the fact she was american too was a nice touch. she had no idea how it felt to be part of the small community of students who were from countries. it was always interesting to hear their stories on how they'd grown up and how different things were. the way magical people lived in the different parts of the world varied from place to place too so it was always nice to ask and learn. "now .. lets go to the great hall. i'm famished."
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Mar 20, 2017 21:23:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 21:23:04 GMT -7
@ripley Lance had mixed feelings as Ripley stated she was glad that he wasn’t judging Émile like everyone else was, and that was only reinforced as she hugged him for it. Guilt was definitely the main emotion, knowing fully well that he had been, or maybe still was, one of those that was hesitant about the Beauxbatons champion. Arrogance wasn’t exactly the most redeeming quality in the world, and there were plenty of Hogwarts students like that already, so he still wondered what made the Beauxbatons that much better than the other ones already here. Or maybe that was it; he actually was better than all of them. In that sense, he was actually practicing what he was preaching, something most people could never achieve. The other emotion that struck Lance was relief that Ripley was finally happy for once. It had been painfully obvious that she was getting flack for her interactions with Émile, and he knew that anything negative added by him wouldn’t turn out well. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel isolated when all she wanted to do was be happy. He had initially had a hard time understanding what the Krum family was all about but now understood the pedigree behind it, and Ripley being with a champion and the child of a champion probably added its own kind of special issues. Lance was sure the press was going to have a field day with it once the ball came around, which was unfortunate because they shouldn’t be subjected to that type of treatment. “Yeah, I think that’d be cool. Can’t speak French though, so hopefully he doesn’t have a hard time understanding my accent.” Some of the foreign students really had a tough time with the southern twang, and Lance with their thick English. It had gotten better, but it was still tough from time to time.
He gave Ripley a small smile as she stepped away and said that she had heard Olivia was a great person too. Lance was positive that she was, since everyone he had asked about her had basically said the same thing. Even her club members that he had come across said she was a hard worker. Guess he shouldn’t have expected anything less from a Ravenclaw. If only he had that kind of drive in school sometimes. “Your dance lessons are definitely gonna help with my first impressions, I’ll tell you that.” At Ripley’s offer to go and get food, Lance nodded his head. He hadn’t been eating a ton as of late, so passing up on the offer would be kind of silly. Heading towards the exit of the astronomy tower, he pushed it open. “Coming?”
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Apr 15, 2017 17:23:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 17:23:18 GMT -7
“Yeah, I think that’d be cool. Can’t speak French though, so hopefully he doesn’t have a hard time understanding my accent.” she smiled slightly and shrugged her shoulders a little. "i think it might be more the other way around. then again i've heard hand signals work well, if they don't i'll enjoy watching you both try them though" she said, her smile spreading to a laugh as she tucked her arms against her chest and shivered a little in the cool air. a jumper would have been smart, but for some reason for her they were always an afterthought. she was glad that lance at least seemed receptive to get to know emile, or at least meet him. she brushed a hand over her hair to smooth it out a little as she stepped back from him and she skipped a little as she did, still energetic from their bout of dancing. she didn't think there was an amount of time that would tire her out if she were dancing. it was like she'd be able to do it forever if she wanted to.
“Your dance lessons are definitely gonna help with my first impressions, I’ll tell you that.” she was glad of that. even though she knew lance would have been fine even without her help in dancing, he had yet to break any of her toes so he was better than some she'd danced with. "i'm glad." she said, honestly as she turned on her heel towards the door. "but you'd better save me at least once dance at the ball, linley." she said with a laugh. "i taught you those moves after all." she teased. “Coming?” she nodded and dropped her arms from around herself and she walked through the door, more than ready to go and inhale whatever was being served up for dinner.
FINALLY ENDED [OUT]
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