try a little more, a little more. open,

[irina lee westbrook]

- - i can still pretend - -

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it all depends
SLAP YOU LIKE A BITCH AND YOU TAKE IT LIKE A WHORE,[/center]

Pushing the door closed Irina frowned when it didn't click shut, as it should have. Closer inspection revealed that not only did the door not lock, but that it didn't even close securely, the mechanism missing. Anyone who pushed on the door would be able to gain entry. Blowing out a puff of air Irina decided not to bother with it. The chances of someone bothering her were little to none, as it was obvious from the dust on the door handle that no one used the room, let alone cleaned it. Shrugging Irina turned away from the door to study the room she had chosen.

Brushing hair away from her face, fingers glancing over her skin as she tucked away the loose strands that had been obscuring her vision. Now that she could see clearly she blinked quickly, golden green eyes taking in the empty classroom. Considering the thick carpet of dust that seemed to cling to everything the room must have been unused for quite a long time. Ten or so desk were pushed together, into a row against a wall, no chairs in sight, which was fine, as Irina wasn't going to need a chair. The blackboard that lined the length of one wall was marred by dust, and Irina crossed to room towards it. Raising her hand she traced her finger through the grey dust, writing her name in big cursive letters, followed by an ever larger smiley face. Rubbing the dust from her finger onto her colourful skirt Irina stepped back to admire the contrast of the bright green-black lettering against the sickly grey-green of the dust.

Realizing she was wasting time on little doodles Irina turned away from the board, digging in her bag. Pulling out a well worn copy of Advanced Transfiguration Guide Irina set it down on one of the desks, opening it to a chapter near the back of the book. Her class had started working on advanced conjuration, and while Irina had managed to duplicate half of the tea kettle half was simply enough. Transfiguration was one of her best of her subjects, and Irina was determined to master the spell. Pursing her lips she glanced around for something to practice on her. At first she considered her glasses, but then decided it against it. What if something went wrong? The glasses were actually used to correct her eyesight. Yes, it was possibly to just cast a spell, that acted like the muggle contraption, contacts, but Irina found that they spell started to itch her eyes after using it for a while.

Finally choosing to use one of the many strands of beads that dangled around her neck Irina pulled it off, setting it next to her textbook. Biting her bottom lip in concentration Irina pulled out her wand from behind her ear,"Geminio!" She spoke under her breath, and watched with amazed eyes as a duplicate of the necklace appeared next to the original. Irina thought she had succeed until the beads began to roll away from each other, dropping to the floor with a small sound. Swearing under her breath Irina collected the beads with a spell, the beads forming a pile by her feet. She had managed the beads, but hadn't gotten the chain on which the beads should have been suspended. Taking a breath Irina got ready to try again. She was beyond determined to master the spell.

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she's got such a big mouth, 569 words.
and such a style, can you see her outfit.
not to mention this pretty girl is pretty open.
can you believe that say what kenna?! made this.

[marcus cornelius creevey]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
MARCUSCREEVEY

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Marcus curled his extendable ears around his arm before slipping them off his wrist and stuffing them into his pocket. His father had just sent them to him, having got them on sale from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. As a prefect walked by her slid close to the wall scooting around him, making sure the bulge in hes pocket couldn't be seen. He turned into one of the third floor corridors sure that the prefect was watching him as he started to jog. He heard a distance yell from the boy, a year or too younger than him which said something like 'stop' or 'wait' but he only turned a corner grabbed the extendable ears and stuffed them under his shirt. He knew if caught he would be convicted of something. They would surely find something.

Turning around another smaller corner he realized he was getting deeper into the castle then attended. He walked into the hallway seeing on of the old doors were open slightly he decided to investigate. He slid his fingers into the crack and pushed it open. "Hello?"

[/b] His eyes went to the girl sitting down, and wand out. "What'cha doing? Not homework is it?"[/b] Closing the door behind him he made the over exaggerated motion of peeping through the door knobs hole and looking out to see the coast was clear.

Turning on his heel he walked a couple paces to sit next to the Hufflepuff and took out the extendable ears before sitting them on the ground next to him. He ran his fingers through his hair and picked up the girl's necklace expecting it with his eyes while spinning it in his hands. "I'm Marcus, by the way."[/b] He winked as he put out his hand and set down the beady necklace. Looking around the place he moved his head left and right. "Kinda dusty, isn't it?"[/b] He picked up the girls open book of Advanced Transfiguration Guide from the nearby desk changing from his crisscross sitting position to being on his knees. He made the motion of looking flipping through its pages. "Although i must admit; nice set up."[/b] He sat back down as he continued talking, "What spell are you doing anyway?"[/b][/size][/font]

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WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
WELOSTCONTROL

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•tags• Miss Irina
•status• Complete
•comments• None
•word count• 356
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[irina lee westbrook]

- - i can still pretend - -

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it all depends
SLAP YOU LIKE A BITCH AND YOU TAKE IT LIKE A WHORE,[/center]

Just as she had been about to attempt the spell again, her lips curving to form the words Irina heard the door creak open and she froze, her mouth forming an 'o' of surprise. Who else would be down here? Irina started to twist her body to catch a glimpse of whoever had walked in when she heard a lazy masculine voice. Turning completely Irina was puzzled when she saw a boy kneeling at the door, seemingly peering out into the hallway through the key hole. Just as she realized he was only playing with her the boy turned and Irina could finally see who had walked in on her. His face seemed vaguely recognizable, and Irina noted that he had to be in her year, as she had seen him in some of her classes. Morgann? Melvin? None of them seemed quite right, and she wasn't going to embarrass herself by calling him by the wrong name. Luckily for her he introduced himself moments after seating himself next to her. Watching him remove an odd flesh coloured object from his pocket Irina realized that while he had said several things already she had remained silent.

"Uh, right. No, not homework," In a sense it was true. It hadn't been assigned...she was just trying to get ahead. Sometimes Irina wondered why she hadn't been put in Ravenclaw, and then remember that she only strove for perfection in her favorite classes. Her other marks were sub-par. "Irina..." She contemplated holding out her hand for a handshake and then decided against it, still trying to wrap her head around Marcus' random appearance in the room. As if in response to his comment about the dust Irina sneezed, three times in a row, clasping her hands to her face to muffle the sound. "Very dusty," She agreed dryly, rolling her eyes.

He had now picked up her textbook, rifling through the pages. "Hey!" She protested, as her lost her spot in the large book, making a move to grab it out of his hands. Clasping it Irina gave it a gentle tug, unsure how tightly he was holding on to the book, and wary of damaging, not wanting to pay for an expensive replacement. Not that it was the cost she was worried about, but the bother of having to send in for a new copy.

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she's got such a big mouth, 392 words.
and such a style, can you see her outfit.
not to mention this pretty girl is pretty into marcus..
can you believe that say what kenna?! made this.

[marcus cornelius creevey]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
MARCUSCREEVEY

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Marcus laughed gently as he released the book and took note of how little the girl was saying. He looked down at the pile of beads and repeated his question"What spell is this the work of again?"

[/b] He picked up the top bead and let it drop again landing just where it was originally. "So darling, why so shy?"[/b] He batted his long blond lashes at her and started to smiling slyly. He blue bead started to remind him of a quidditch ball as he sat there. He wished he could go play now. In quidditch this small talk wasn't mandatory.

Really looking at the girl for the first time he could only imagine her shy face in a Hufflepuff robe, although as his mind spun around the subject he realized doing spells in a lost classroom sounded more like a Ravenclaw. Not that was an expert on the houses but he was pretty sure the girl wasn't a Gryffindor or Slytherin. "So what are you? I assume Hufflepuff, but please correct me if needed."[/b] His grin perked up challengingly. He looked toward the door as he saw a shadow pass by and he felt himself hold his breath. Thinking now he picked up his extendable ears and rolled them to the other corner of the classroom wondering if the product was old enough to belong with all the dusty that really had a feeling of belongings there. Trying to get his mind off getting caught he turned his head toward Irina saying, "Are you excited for the quidditch game tomorrow or does that not go with your shy girl thing."[/b] He felt his teasing voice come out and played with his eyebrows wondering if she would laugh at it.[/size][/font]

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WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE
WELOSTCONTROL

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•tags• Miss Irina
•status• Complete
•comments• None
•word count• 290
•lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[irina lee westbrook]

- - i can still pretend - -

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it all depends
SLAP YOU LIKE A BITCH AND YOU TAKE IT LIKE A WHORE,[/center]

"Germinio." Irina answered, closing the textbook and sliding it back into her bag, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to work on the spell for much longer anyways. "Duplication," She clarified after a paused, running her fingers over the roughly textured strap of her bag, digging her nails into the fabric. Looking up into Marcus' face she smile a little, "Not shy," She corrected him, "Just startled."

She nodded, her hair swinging with the motion. Brushing it away from her face Irina caught a tendril, twisting it around her finger as she spoke. "Gryffindor?" It wasn't as if she was going out on limb with her guess. She knew he wasn't a Hufflepuff, and she seriously doubt he was a scholar, which left Syltherin and Gryffindor, and Irina doubted that if he wore the emerald robes of Salazar's house he would had bothered talking to her.

She shrugged at the mention of the Quidditch game. She knew of the game, and had been debating on going just for kicks, but other then that she didn't know much about it, nor could she manage to dredge up much excitement about it. "Who's playing who?" She asked casually, tilting her head, looking at him with inquisitive hazel eyes. "I was thinking of going." She shrugged again, her shoulders lifting non-committedly. Her eyes narrowed at the remark of being shy. She wasn't shy. She just liked keeping to herself. Two totally different things.

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she's got such a big mouth, 239 words.
and such a style, can you see her outfit.
not to mention this pretty girl is pretty into marcus..
can you believe that say what kenna?! made this.