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Jun 19, 2018 6:37:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 6:37:32 GMT -7
*third day of school, september* If there was anything worse than a British human being it was a British ghost. And good lord there were a lot of them at Hogwarts. The most annoying so far being Moaning Myrtle in the second floor bathroom. Katherine could deal with Peeves, because he at least knew that he was a pest and even took confidence in that fact. That was admirable, in a way, that he knew what he was and didn't claim he was anything different. Myrtle, however, as far as Katherine had learned so far, was a whiny brat who thought she was always the victim, no matter what the situation. Katherine didn't like the victim types. They just wanted someone to hunt them, to pounce on their weaknesses. Well, if someone wants that so bad then Katherine will give it. The first time she met Myrtle was because her and her friends were exploring the first day of school. Katherine had been avoiding Lance, still slightly annoyed that he hadn't told her about being a prefect. It wasn't like it was that big of a deal. In fact, she knew she should be proud of him, but somehow it made her feel like he was more 'one of them' than ever, and her petty, jealous personality had a hard time getting past that. So, as her and her friends were exploring they stumbled on Myrtle and eventually came up with a little game. Whoever could get the girl ghost to go the longest without crying, would win. Getting her to cry was too easy, so they needed a challenge. Still, the ghost cried about everything. Now, Katherine was on her own as she walked by the ghosts bathroom. She tried to decide whether or not to go in and bother the ghost, at least for something to do... but she hadn't spent one on one time with Lance since coming back to school, so she hesitated. Maybe she should try to find him now... but, it was starting to get late and curfew would encroach on her evening soon. lancelot ray linley
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Jun 21, 2018 21:09:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2018 21:09:00 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 The first two days of classes had been agonizing. Lance clearly didn’t know what he had signed up for when it came to being a Prefect. What the school should have done years ago, was switch the ‘r’ and ‘e’, because his fellows seemed to be striving for that, and they were still expected to be top tier students. He wasn’t sure if it was some sort of sick joke that he was made one as well, upon realizing what being a Prefect was actually like, or if they literally had no one else to throw the title at for the seventh year Hufflepuff boys. Lance could have named any of his housemates as more capable than he was, but the responsibility was already his. The only way to lose the title was if he committed some horrible act, and him and doing terrible things did not go hand in hand in the slightest, even when he tried.
But now the third day was upon him, and he was tasked with doing a solo patrol of the lower floors right before curfew. If he had been a Prefect during the prior year, his seniority would have overridden a trivial patrol like this, but unfortunately he was still a rookie when it came to slapping detentions down on students or telling them to run back to their dorms. Most of the ones he had encountered so far that were ‘breaking the rules’, were actually Ilvermorny kids still getting adjusted to the castle or first years that were completely baffled by the corridor layout. Being lenient for the first few months wasn’t going to put him in a bad place, and being friendly with the other students made him look better as a whole. The last thing Lance wanted to be was a police officer.
During all of these frequent training exercises and patrols, he desperately tried to hunt down Katherine, if only for a few minutes, to ask her how school was going so far. Hufflepuff and Slytherin had not had a class together yet, that being slated for later in the week, and her ability to sneak around him whenever he caught sight of her in the Great Hall was astonishing. He wasn’t sure if it was retaliation for having to dip out on the train ride, or if she was so taken in by Hogwarts that he had become an afterthought for the time being. Either way, he was sure he would eventually find her, and a patrol all by himself seemed perfect for that. Directly after dinner, he made his way down to the dungeons, seemingly starting his patrol by the Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms. When he didn’t see her in the crowd heading back to those spots, he completed his rounds down there and slowly made his way to the first and second floors, his other locations for rounds that night.
It wasn’t until he rounded a corridor on the second floor that he spotted her. She looked like a tiny speck in the wide, empty hallway. “You’re awfully far from home, aren’t you miss?” he yelled down the hall at her, not entirely sure what to expect from her in return. Lance assumed being ignored was one possibility, but bugging her until she explicitly told him that she was doing that would most likely be his own personal retaliation for the aforementioned.
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Jun 26, 2018 8:07:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 8:07:13 GMT -7
Katherine heard his voice before she saw him, and had to look up to locate him at the end of the hall. Did he have to draw so much attention to her? Not that there was really anyone else around. The question he chose to pose upon her was one of many layers, even if he didn't realize that. Yes, she was very far from New York, and he of all people knew how unhappy she was about that. She was also fairly far from her houses Common Room, but there was no way Lance was stupid enough to think that she considered that place home or those people any kind of family. She was blessed to have her best friends in the same house as her, no surprise there, but that didn't mean the word home could ever be applied to the dungeons, or even to this castle for her. So, the question was, what did he mean by that? Because if he meant New York, he was stating the obvious and bringing up a sad topic and if he meant the Slytherin common room then he was just being an idiot. Granted, it was also very possible that he was just going with his instincts trying to think of anything to say to try and get her to actually speak to him, since she hadn't been. She didn't make any moves toward him and didn't speak at first, but she did lock her eyes on his shape and watch it assess her. He was being cautious, she guessed, but he also had added a nice little 'miss' to his sentence, which annoyingly made her want to smile. But she didn't, not yet. There was no way she would make this that easy for him. No, Lance Linley would have to work for her to grant him her favor again. And she did hope he would succeed, because she definitely wanted to spend time with him again, especially now that she was seeing him without any others around. lancelot ray linley
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Jun 27, 2018 19:51:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 19:51:03 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 Except for the distant buzz students in corridors above and below the one they were currently in and his footsteps, Katherine opted not to say anything in return to his quip about home. The silent treatment seemed like an excellent way to show one was disgruntled about the outcome, though there also could have been a million and one reasons for that, none of which had to solely rely on the fact that he had definitely pissed her off by leaving her on the train ride and omitting the fact that he was a prefect. ‘Home’, and the definition it was given, had already been discussed by the two of them, he was almost sure of it. “But it’s not like either of us had a choice in that though, was there?” Lance stated as he closed the distance between the two of them. It felt like he was walking across a tightrope; he didn’t think it was reasonable for her to be angry forever, but it was also highly likely she would maintain her silence just to prove her point.
As he approached her, Lance placed himself right next to her, deciding to figure out what on earth she was doing alone in the second floor corridor. The answer? Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. “Third floor bathroom might be a better choice, to be honest,” Lance said as he looped his right arm around her waist, only slightly pulling her towards his side, assuming she would let him. Having a hand shoved in his face to get him to let go seemed like a possibility if she was really angry still. “Myrtle blows up the toilets all the time, which ends up flooding the entire hallway. Pretty funny if you ask me.” Looking down at Katherine and then back at his Prefect badge, which glinted on the front of his robes, Lance pulled it off and shoved it in his back pocket. “Want to piss her off?”
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Jul 5, 2018 6:31:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2018 6:31:38 GMT -7
He said it wasn't like either of them had a choice in 'being far from home' and that almost broke her poker face, but she held it firm. He was beside her then as he talked, and she kept her eyes on him but still didn't say anything. He moved right next to her and she didn't move back. She didn't even back away when he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. She let him, not wanting him to realize how tense she really was right now, though it probably still was obvious even if she did willing let her body move close to his. He talked of the third floor bathroom being safer due to Myrtles tantrums and all that. When he looked away from her face to glace at his prefects badge, her eyes followed his to the badge as well and she narrowed her eyes at the shield shaped pin. But then he used his free hand to pull it off, and it was in his pocket. She kept her eyes on his pocket for a moment, just knowing it was there was irritating enough. But then he asked if she wanted to mess with Myrtle and Katherine looked back up at his face. Don't smile, she told herself firmly. "Sure you're up for it? Don't want to get reprimanded by sweet little miss Slater, do you?" she asked, her tone flat and cold, but the right side of her lip did break a little, starting to turn upward. She had to refocus to make her mouth a thin line of annoyance again. lancelot ray linley
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Jul 9, 2018 21:31:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 21:31:05 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 Lance could read a room’s tone, as much as he made it seem like he didn’t care about those sorts of things. It came with trying to treat everyone with a similar level of respect and understanding. At times, it was difficult, considering not every situation required the level-headedness he was sure he could provide. That sort of thing went a long away until it wasn’t useful anymore. In this case, with Katherine, he preferred to take on the role of a nagging persistence – anything to get her over this ridiculous mood she was in. Lance was positive that most of this was all a wall that she was so used to putting up, that breaking it down once it there was meant to scare off the weak willed and those that didn’t want to put in the time and effort. Unfortunately for her, he wasn’t either of those, and killing people with kindness was somehow his ‘thing’.
Thus, when she willingly went along to his side, he could tell that there was a little ways to go still. The proper words and actions would probably get him there, and proposing to mess with Myrtle was a difficult activity to pass up. Sure, the poor girl was dead, but she also refused to pass on like any decent ghost would. There couldn’t have been too much left in this modern world for her that it seemed a little ridiculous not to try and push her along to the shining light at the end of the tunnel. That was the least they could do as they tossed books at her, or whatever it was the younger students were doing these days.
He looked down at her again when she brought up Addilyn, and the potential to get reprimanded by her for following through with his plan. Lance didn’t really care what the Head Girl had to say about any of this – every student took a jab at Myrtle at some point or another. It was basically a rite of passage at Hogwarts. “Self-incrimination wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Lance chuckled. “And if she strips me of Prefect status,” he shrugged, “Oh well. Wasn’t meant to be.” Besides, it wasn’t Addilyn Slater’s job to police what he did in his free time. Anyone could see that his badge was off and he was on a break currently. What was wrong with that?
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Jul 25, 2018 11:59:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2018 11:59:11 GMT -7
Lance looked to her when she spoke, and she tried to keep her face passive yet annoyed. As he spoke, he chuckled, and she felt the corner of her mouth trying to turn upward again and she resisted. He said if the Head Girl stripped him of Prefect status than it just 'wasn't meant to be', and Katherine's half smile broke through at that. She corrected it slightly, but she couldn't completely erase it, unfortunately. "Fine. What did you have in mind?" she asked, her eyes still fixed on his face. It was his idea to piss of the ghost, anyway, so he would have to come up with the means to do that. Sure, she had ideas, she and her friends had made a game of it, after all. What was the most frustrating was how inviting that smile on his face was, the easy tone of his voice, his lips when they were talking and that lip ring shining back at her. It was hard to stay angry. It wasn't fair that he had an affect on her, that even just by looking at him she could remember what it was like to kiss him and even laugh with him occasionally. Not too mention he had been wonderful and taken her to an amazing museum this summer. Even her memories of math and science were tainted now with the color of Lance because he was there. He was everywhere, and that was just obnoxious. lancelot ray linley
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Jul 29, 2018 21:20:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 21:20:07 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 There it was, if only for a second; a slight breakthrough on the war on smiling was made. He liked it, even though it had a habit of hiding itself most of the time. Lance wasn’t sure what it was he had specifically done to elicit it, or if it was a combination of everything in the last few seconds. Those were the finer details of Katherine that he was still trying to piece together. Baby steps. Eventually he’d crack the code, assuming she would let him. The possibility that she would never let him get to that point was equally intriguing, keeping the game fun and fresh. He needed this sort of thing after last year’s events. “Well, Myrtle is a simple girl,” Lance began, turning to stare at the bathroom door again. “So anything we do will likely upset her. I’m sure you’ve seen the bathroom flood before, right?” He looked back down at her, not sure if he should expect a response to it or not. Anyone that had the luxury of passing by the second floor bathroom when Myrtle was throwing a tantrum had to practically wade through water from the overflowing sinks and toilets. At least they tended to have clean water, and this particular bathroom was almost always unused.
“Anyways,” he continued, “There are two things we could do. The first, which is the easiest way to get her to spill over, pun intended, is if we belittle her and toss whatever we can find at her. Now I’m not one for that, even to dead girls, but it could work.” He would never see Myrtle after this year anyways, and there were a million things worse than having the ghost of a whiny girl haunting him for the next six months. Like Katherine being angry at him for the next six months. That was much, much worse. “The other option is to make her jealous,” Lance added casually, giving Katherine another smile. He was sure she would understand that one.
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Aug 9, 2018 16:44:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2018 16:44:32 GMT -7
He mentioned that Myrtle was a simple girl, which was definitely true. That was probably part of the reason why she hadn't moved on to the next life yet. She was too busy being incredible dull and simple that she didn't want to move any farther ahead in death. What a horrible way to exist. Pathetic, really. He looked toward the bathroom door and she followed his gaze, looking toward the door as well. "Yes," Katherine answered as he asked if she had seen the bathroom flooded. How could she miss it? It was one of the first things people 'warned' her about, which only made her game to torment the ghost that much more fun. He continued, and she rolled her eyes at his 'pun intended'. Belittling the ghost and tossing things at her was an easy game and therefore, a boring one, so Katherine looked away, uninterested, as she waited for the next suggestion. He said he wasn't one for that 'even to dead girls', and Katherine let out a bored sigh. Then he suggested the other option. To make her jealous. Katherine's head snapped back to look at him again. "Oh. Interesting," she said, and there was her smile trying to break free again. Finally, she just let it, and she lifted her lips to his, only to just lick the tip of his lip ring, her tongue not even touching his lips. She chuckled, pulling her head back. "We could do that." Okay, okay. Her pride didn't like that she had given in so easily to his idea, but... it was a good idea. lancelot ray linley
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Aug 18, 2018 14:54:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 14:54:40 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 Excellent. So Katherine had seen the flooded corridor then. It was always a pain to have to go around it, but if they could be the ones to create it this time, it would make it worth it for once. Plus, after this year he wouldn’t have the chance to do that again. Lance was sure it was frowned on for alumni to come back just to torture a ghost. The poor things were already stuck spending ethereal eternity in the castle, why come back to rub it in their faces? That was like asking to die and having your ghost tethered to Hogwarts forever. He wasn’t looking to do either of those any time soon. Graduation was just the next step in his life, whereas Myrtle passing on was the next in her afterlife. Hopefully she would be able to do that someday. She deserved it.
Apparently making the ghost jealous was the route Katherine wanted to take, the choice instantly grabbing her attention. Lance looked down at her as a smile cracked onto her face and she lifted up towards him. He thought she was going to kiss him, but she stopped short, instead going for his lip ring and causing him to catch his breath slightly. Now that was something else. “You were made for this,” he laughed, his free hand moving up to touch the lip ring on its own, as if trying to feel it all again. Even if that was for a fleeting moment, he was pretty sure that they were on the same page here. His arm dropped back down to his side as he grinned at her again. “Sounds like a plan then,” Lance said, his other arm leaving her side and reaching out for her hand instead, before heading towards the door. “Myrtle won’t know what hit her.”
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Sept 2, 2018 8:57:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 8:57:52 GMT -7
He caught his breath, saying she was made for this as he touched the lip ring. She definitely knew how to keep herself in a boys head, if she really tried, and clearly it worked with Lance. She looked at him expectantly, hoping he would lead the way and he did. He grinned at her, moving his arm from her waist to take her hand instead. She accepted it, following him into the bathroom and biting down on her lip to resist the urge to smile. She couldn't let him know she was enjoying this that much. He commented on how Myrtle wouldn't know what hit her, and she couldn't help but banter back, "neither will you," under her breath, but still loud enough for him to hear. Once they were inside, Katherine squeezed his hand tighter as she listened for the ghost. At the moment she wasn't anywhere to be seen, but Katherine knew that she was there, lurking, waiting for a reason to come out demanding attention. She considered leading Lance right to Myrtles favorite stall, but thought that might be a little abrupt. So instead she turned toward him as they reached the sinks, squeezing his hand and then harshly pressing her lips against his. She made a vocal sound, louder than she normally would, just to get Myrtles attention... lancelot ray linley
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Sept 13, 2018 22:49:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 22:49:28 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 Katherine’s utterance as they entered Myrtle’s bathroom sounded like a challenge to him. She was always leading him and catching him off guard. If they were going to be convincing enough to piss the ghost off, then there was no harm in trying to get Katherine as well. Her comment had his heart racing, unsure of what was about to transpire and equally excited about how they were going to get under Myrtle’s ectoplasm. Gross as that thought was, it had him grinning like a fool because it sounded so much better in his head than getting under her metaphorical skin. The girl had been dead for something like a hundred years, and hopefully all of that part of her was long gone.
When they stepped all the way into the bathroom, Katherine squeezed his hand tighter. Lance didn’t know if she saw Myrtle hovering about or if that was a signal for something else, but as they reached the sinks in the center of the room he understood it better. He kissed her back, but found it hard to focus on ghost hunting while doing that. At least Myrtle was known to be obnoxiously loud in her entrances, so there was no harm in getting a little carried away until she phased her way into the bathroom from wherever she was currently hiding. “Hop up on the sink,” Lance whispered during one short break, his free hand reaching down to her waist to give her the extra support if she decided to follow his lead. They needed to push this a little further if they wanted their ghostly friend to arrive soon. If not, well, there was still fun to be had, he was sure.
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Oct 10, 2018 17:20:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2018 17:20:51 GMT -7
As much fun as it was to center this little make-out session on bothering Myrtle, it was just as fun whether the ghost girl showed up or not. She had missed Lance these last few days. the days she had been avoiding him. She wasn't going to let him in on that little secret, but it was true. Being back together in a place of intimacy was a nice thing, even if it did come from... a nontraditional place. Making out for the sake of annoying someone was definitely something she had done before, though, so it wasn't really her first rodeo in that arena. Maybe not to this extent, tormenting some ghost. Lance's lips broke from hers for a moment and she almost protested, but then he whispered for her to hop up onto the sink. He took her waist and she nodded at the idea, reaching a hand back to get a grip on the white porcelain in order to help hoist her up. Once she was seated on the edge, she anchored herself by wrapping both legs around Lance, both of her hands finding either side of his face for a moment as she continued to kiss him. Her hands maneuvered through his hair and around his shoulders, until suddenly she leaned back, hard, her back smacking loudly against the mirror. That ought to get the ghosts attention... lancelot ray linley
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Oct 31, 2018 21:30:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2018 21:30:17 GMT -7
@katie 09.04.2024 There were zero protests to the sink plan and Katherine was effortlessly lifted up onto the edge of it. It was hard not to laugh at the whole situation; Lance could only imagine that someone walking in on this would immediately think they had entered a movie out of the 80s. He hadn’t seen many of those, but the ones he had always ended up with the main couple making out in a weird location. He was sure if either of them had a car and were allowed it on campus that would be the go to spot. Bathrooms, broom closets, and empty classrooms could only go so far before someone would walk in accidentally. Most of his own patrols ended with him doing just that, and it was always awkward for both parties. He had other questions as well, like what this exactly was with Katherine. They hadn’t talked about that yet, whether it required a label or not. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to call it anything because what it was currently was fine with him.
He couldn’t dwell long on those thoughts though because she was in her place on the sink, legs wrapped around his waist and her hands on both sides of his face, pulling him back into the kiss. Having her closer to his height was a new experience, her hands finding their way through his hair and onto his shoulders. The sudden jerk backwards into the mirror caught him off guard, the rattle of the glass pain on the metal pipes echoing through the bathroom.
Despite the clatter and their obvious ‘rule-breaking’, Myrtle was nowhere to be seen. She was probably off trying to lay claim to a new bathroom. Rumor had it that she already tried taking over the Prefect’s bathroom at one point. He knew he would be running out of there if she ever showed up during his allotted time. “I think it’s just us today,” Lance said as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
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Nov 24, 2018 17:52:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2018 17:52:30 GMT -7
Katherine knew she had surprised him by suddenly pulling him toward her, but she was okay with that. It was fun to surprise him anyway. For a moment there she had forgotten why they were making out in this bathroom in the first place, but then Lance spoke, pressing his lips into her neck, saying that it was just them. Katherine tilted her head to the side just a little, so he'd have better access to the skin where his lips where. "Well, I guess that's not such a bad thing," she said, taking the moment to catch some of her breath that had gotten away from her. "The question is, do we call it quits or...?" she wrapped her legs a little tighter around him when she said this, indicating that she didn't intend to quit now. She'd let him officially decide the next move, though. Sure it was a little disappointing that their game wasn't reaping any benefits as far as bothering the ghost was concerned, but there were plenty of other reasons to make out in a private place, right? Like how good Lance smelled, or how his lip ring felt against her skin, or how nice he was to her. Those were all good reasons too. lancelot ray linley
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