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Sept 18, 2019 18:39:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2019 18:39:05 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 It was a few nights before the Valentine’s Ball, and Priscilla was going to attend. Even if it wasn’t her first choice, as any proper party with the right sorts of people would have been, she was going to go. It was her chance to be seen with Riley again before their engagement party, a reminder to the student body that they were the “it” couple at Hogwarts—or, at least, that was the way in which she viewed it. She wasn’t too focused on her dress, in the way that some of the other girls seemed to be. She already had that special someone, and… honestly? Gilderoy had somehow convinced the staff to allow him to host the event; the same young man who seemed to be every bit as vain as his father—right down to their shared name. As dinner let out for the night, Priscilla weaved her way around a group of younger girls who were discussing their dresses and how they still didn’t know what to wear. Halfway between eavesdropping and trying to make her way past them as she exited the Great Hall, she ended up running into another student.
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Sept 18, 2019 18:46:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2019 18:46:06 GMT -7
James was not fond of Valentine's Day, nor the ball that came with it. He was wandering around the halls, trying to figure out what to do for the night. he honestly had no plans and no intention of doing anything romantic. So reading or going outside it was. But James just found himself wandering the halls. Then suddenly, he was run into but an unknown person. He fell over with a loud grunt. "Ugh," he grunted.
He got up and looked to who had bumped into him, just kind of mildly annoyed, though not at all angry. it could have possibly been an accident.
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Sept 20, 2019 18:43:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2019 18:43:12 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 The young man into whom she had collided fell over as she hit into him, and Priscilla was relieved to see that he wasn’t anyone around whom she normally spent her time. He must have been older than she was, though, and it was actually slightly amusing to her that she—neither particularly muscular nor physically imposing—had caused him to fall at all. He wasn’t hurt, or at least he didn’t seem to be from what she could tell; he simply got back up as though nothing had happened. Not one for giving anyone sincere apologies, Priscilla waited as the other student got to his feet. Looking him up and down, Priscilla realized that she couldn’t just walk off without acknowledging him. “Sorry,” she spoke briskly, offering him a forced smile. She had no intention of staying and chatting, whoever he was. “I didn’t see you there.”
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Sept 23, 2019 8:23:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2019 8:23:54 GMT -7
James grumbled a bit. He looked to had bumped into him. It was a girl, and by the looks of it, a very conceited one. How did he know this? Well, it was simple. She had this forced smile on her face, which gave him the impression he was the last person she wanted to converse with, meaning she was full of her self, and second, he guessed that she was itching to leave. At first, James would have let her, but something caught him.
"Er," he finally managed after many moments of silence. "It's fine," he said. "I'm pretty sure it was a mistake," he told her, trying to be friendly, as she showed him no hostility yet, other than wanting to not talk to him.
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Sept 23, 2019 18:44:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2019 18:44:33 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 There was nothing but dead silence between them after she spoke. Priscilla knew that there were a handful of reasons as to why that might have been, and none of them were particularly bad for her. It would have been more annoying, she thought, if the older boy had retaliated somehow. He didn’t. Rather than retaliate, he stood there… not saying anything. Just as Priscilla was of the mind that she should just walk off—and she saw no reason not to walk off—and away from him, the young man spoke. (Was it speech if it was merely an utterance? Either way, some noise had made its way out of his lips.) “Er,” he started, and Priscilla—feeling generous enough to give him the benefit of the doubt—waited. Had he waited until that very moment to stand his ground? She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it was worth seeing the outcome. “It's fine,” he said. “I'm pretty sure it was a mistake.” It actually had been her mistake; she hadn’t mean to run into him, not that she felt the need to apologize in any genuine and meaningful way. It wasn’t as though she had done anything seriously wrong. Besides, he had only just told her that it was fine, so, obviously, she would take his word for it. “Thank you,” Priscilla answered his acceptance of her halfhearted apology, the words just as perfunctory as her previous smile. She actually wouldn’t have run into him if it hadn’t been for that group of other students whom she had been trying to avoid, and so she could happily transfer the blame to them. “People ought to learn not to walk in groups like that,” she commented to him.
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Sept 24, 2019 11:20:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2019 11:20:03 GMT -7
James had to prevent himself from gritting his teeth in annoyance. Of course, this was only because he didn't want to come off as rude, but this girl was starting to get on his nerves. Why? Because she had this aura to her that said 'Oh, I'm more important than anyone else on the planet!' he really hated those people. She then went to transfer the blame to the group that had passed by, which James thought ridiculous.
"I see..." James mused. He didn't say anything more than that for a few minutes. Then he suddenly said. "Where are you off to?" he asked her, suddenly curious. He had no idea where this curiosity came from, nor why it suddenly appeared. But James went along with it anyway. He didn't offer his name, though he sort of forgot.
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Sept 29, 2019 17:13:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2019 17:13:16 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 Did Priscilla have a perpetual air of self-importance? Without a doubt. She also didn’t care, especially not when it was mostly just the people who were below her who were bothered by it. The vast majority of the people around whom she spent her time—when she had any say in it, anyway—were of the sort who also had things like… standards, to be blunt. Unfortunately, Hogwarts—and not even Slytherin—didn’t particularly care to keep out certain people. They hadn’t since 1997, and even that (from the perspective of the masses) was an aberration.
Given that she was in conversation with someone who, at the very least, wasn’t in her same social circle, she was trying her hardest to play nice.
“I see…” the young man spoke. He didn’t say anything more, and Priscilla nearly took the silence as her cue to leave, but he spoke again before she had the chance to move. "Where are you off to?"
Priscilla raised an eyebrow, wondering who randomly asked that sort of thing without having some sort of existing rapport with someone. Whatever the boy’s reasons were, she gave a small shrug and answered him honestly. “Ravenclaw Tower,” she said. Where else? She supposed that she could have lied and said something else, but going back to Ravenclaw Tower also meant that she could lose him if necessary; most people didn’t exactly make a habit of sneaking into other Houses’ quarters.
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Sept 30, 2019 15:16:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 15:16:28 GMT -7
"Hmm, alright then," he said. James had no idea what to say to her, and she looked as if she had nothing to say to him, and she looked eager to leave. He was the same, but of course, small talk would annoy the heck out of her. Just seeing how anxious she got to leave. He was about to walk away but said. "Well, how rude of me, my name is James," he said, hoping that this could be a nice gesture, as he wanted to be familiar with everyone, as he was growing a plan in his mind. I mean, what jerk didn't offer their name and just left?
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Sept 30, 2019 20:32:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 20:32:03 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 The young man seemed to have no problem with accepting that she was off to Ravenclaw Tower after that, saying that that was alright. And why shouldn’t it have been? She was in Ravenclaw; of course she would have to go back there eventually. Assuming that that would be the end of their conversation, Priscilla’s hopes were dashed again. “Well, how rude of me,” the boy said to her. From an objective point of view, Priscilla probably had been the rude one in their exchange—and not he—but Priscilla waited. Maybe he had come to his senses. “My name is James,” he introduced himself. James? Priscilla nodded. James was certainly not an uncommon name. It was a bit plain, by her standards, though that might have been because the most prominent Jameses of whom she knew were both of the Potter variety. “Priscilla,” she introduced herself, flashing a smile and turning on the charm again. “Priscilla Rosier.” Hopefully, he already knew that much, but there certainly was no harm in repeating her name. The sound of it never wore out.
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Oct 4, 2019 9:06:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 9:06:37 GMT -7
James was at first, annoyed. Then, when he heard her last name, he grimaced. The Rosiers? Hmm, he knew they were a bunch of stuck of jerks, or maybe it was just this girl. He wouldn't put it past them if this was the only one who acted like a serious jerk. Even if she didn't say anything that would make her a jerk, the way she acted told him all he needed to know.
"Ah, full names, eh?" he asked. "Okay then, my name is James Matthews," he told her, a quick smile on his face. He was going to at least tell his last name, what was the harm in that? There was actually a lot, but he didn't mind at the moment.
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Oct 4, 2019 18:48:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 18:48:18 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 “Ah, full names, eh?” the boy questioned her. In short, he didn’t sound particularly impressed. “Okay then,” he began, “my name is James Matthews.” The name didn’t ring a bell to Priscilla, not that she expected for his name to have any meaning to her. “Matthews” wasn’t a pure-blood name; she knew that much just from hearing it. Otherwise, though, she couldn’t determine James’s lineage—and that was probably for the better. She made a note to herself to keep an ear out for his surname from that point forward, however. “James Matthews,” Priscilla repeated back to him, smiling. “Pleasure.” She was saying that last part solely to be “polite” about it, but the thought of messing with him—even though she was certain that he was at least in the year above hers—was too entertaining to pass up.
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Oct 8, 2019 7:31:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2019 7:31:29 GMT -7
James did not grit his teeth this time, knowing she wanted to mess with him. He showed no sign that it bothered him, hoping this would annoy her, as he had no trouble in messing with her. He did not need to resort to violence, but this also did not mean he couldn't be a little rough here. She obviously didn't like him too much, and he was slightly frustrated at this. He hadn't done anything to offset her, and yet, here she was, edging him on.
He had dealt with plenty of her type before, and he was sure he could handle her. "Why thank you," he said. "Pleasure to meet you," James made no indication that he even recognized her last name. That would give her satisfaction, would it not? So he couldn't do that.
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Nov 15, 2019 15:06:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2019 15:06:13 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 James—James Matthews, rather, since they had exchanged surnames and all—didn’t seem surprised at all by her name. Either he was oblivious to it, knew who she was and wasn’t fazed, or was actually terrified of her but was secretly a better actor than he’d let on. Priscilla, was almost certain that it was the first. In her mind, it must have been the case. She hadn’t heard of him, and Hogwarts was teeming with insignificant people like that. Curious to see what she might be able to dig up about him in conversation, Priscilla smiled. “So, James…” she began thoughtfully, “which House are you in?”
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Nov 15, 2019 18:14:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2019 18:14:31 GMT -7
James raised an eyebrow. He was certainly not fazed of her name. He hardly had any care for who anyone WAS, just what they did with their own lives in the future. It really mattered what the person did, not the family. He didn't have much to go off of, and he just wanted to keep it that way. Then Priscilla gave him a smile, which James found kind of unsettling. "Gryffindor," he said. "And yours?" If she wanted his house, he'd need her house. It was only fair, right? Of course! Is what he thought in his mind, but she could have been thinking something entirely.
"I'm sure you're heading to your dorm now, aren't you? You seemed to be going that way," he noted.
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Dec 4, 2019 16:35:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2019 16:35:12 GMT -7
February 12, 2025 "Gryffindor," came James's answer, which was not entirely unexpected on Priscilla's part. She would have assumed Gryffindor or maybe even Hufflepuff, if she had been asked to take a guess at his House. "And yours?"
Whether it was a slip of the tongue or complete idiocy, Priscilla couldn't say, though she was tempted to believe that Gryffindors were severely lacking in any sort of deductive reasoning. It made sense, at least to her; Gryffindors were known for not thinking things through in their entirety.
She had mentioned that she was going to Ravenclaw Tower; Priscilla was almost certain that she had. Then again, perhaps James—Gryffindor that he was—believed that she was only going there to cause trouble, not because Ravenclaw Tower also happened to be where her common room and dormitory were.
"I'm in Ravenclaw," Priscilla answered him politely, giving the Gryffindor no indication that she had already clued him in to that fact.
"I'm sure you're heading to your dorm now, aren't you? You seemed to be going that way."
She nodded, a bit more curtly than her initial reply about her House. "Yes," she told him, "I am. And you?"
@james OOC: If it was an oversight on your end, don't worry about it! I totally butchered a piece of dialogue for one of my posts for Sophi a while back…
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