More HPRP stuff.
Yeah nothing really informative here. xD Just me posting up another bit of random fic-ing I've been doing around an rp I'm enjoying far too much~ Hidden under the cut to save you from my crazy writings <3
It possibly wont mean that much to many people, as it's not even -really- based around the books xD But it's all good if you're interested xD!
Okay! Here we go!
It's titled - Totally Worth It.
<3
Before today he’d not have had any idea how many pillows the students of Hogwarts clearly got through in their charms lessons, but after today it was an impressive figure he was fairly certain he wasn’t ever likely to forget. He’d been fixing pillows for nearly an hour now, and he was nowhere near done with the mountain of them he’d been presented with. A few things had flittered through James Potters mind as he’d first looked at the large pile of rather beaten up piles of padding, thought he had had the sense not to ask the rather irritated Professor McGonnagal who’d met him for his detention. The first had been that it was clearly a testimony to how lazy the teachers were getting that they couldn’t just wave their wands and fix them themselves, the second was that they must have a really sodding big cupboard somewhere to keep that many pillows in... and then finally that it must have taken ‘tiny’ professor Flitwick for-bloody-ever to move that lot out of wherever the large cupboard was to here... but he’d actually managed not to say anything out of turn.
The detention wasn’t so bad. He was probably meant to be fixing them by hand really, but James Potter wasn’t a wizard for nothing, so instead he was lounged back on an especially large cushion which was quite glibly leaking it’s stuffing all over the floor, absently waving his wand back and forth tugging several needles back and forth through the old tatty fabric. He figured it’d look too unusual if they came back and he’d fixed them all with a simple repair charm, but he figured he might get points for crafty use of spell work, and maybe not be given another detention for cheating too badly. At least he wasn’t off polishing things like Sirius was. He didn’t envy him the elbow ache he was likely to end up with.
It was a little annoying though, the whole, detention thing, he’d been picking up quite a few recently and he realised he should probably be trying not to end up with any more, but it was just so difficult not to act out a little... but he had to say, detentions were totally worth it for the attention from Lily Evans.
So they were sort of a couple... there had never been the official ‘We’re together’ talk or anything, but he’d managed to get her to spend quite a bit of time with him, and they’d even gone down to Hogsmeade together, which was rather a good thing as far as he could see. Plus there was the kissing. That was a bit of a hint that maybe, just maybe they were finally a little more than friends. It had only taken him years to work out how to manage it. And damn, it was good. He flicked his wand, sending one of the pillows he’d been working on flying back across the room, while the other three rotated slightly to enable to him to start fixing another patch of holes on each of them, while a fourth lifted up off of the floor to join them. He’d tried five, but they’d all started smacking him around the head in some manner of brocade rage, apparently four was all he could focus on properly at once without starting a literal pillow fight.
So yeah, dating Lily Evans. It was pretty fantastic on all fronts, and really did do a lot for making him rather happy. She was fun, after all, a lot of fun, nowhere near as shy and quiet as some people had seemed to think her at one point or another. No, she was definitely a firecracker, and he damn loved it. It hadn’t done a great deal to stop him acting up however, especially as ‘making it up to her’ for making her give him detention wasn’t exactly a hardship really, if anything it made the pranks they still pulled even more fun, it certainly made detention more bearable, and in fact, totally worth it. She’d have missed him tonight, after all, he was quite confident on that point, so tomorrow she’d be much more inclined to spend quite a nice long part of the evening with him. That was always good. Sure it would mean he couldn’t talk to Sirius, but Sirius would probably be occupied as well so it wasn’t like it was gonna cause too much of an issue.
This time he sent the previous three cushions flying across the room to the ‘done’ pile and sighed, starting on a couple more with absent determination. Lily was worth anything really. He’d wanted a chance with her for a bloody long time, and now he had it, well... it was awesome, and just a little intimidating. What if he did mess it up? He struggled to see how he really would... they seemed perfect. They got on so well now, they talked together easily and they could make each other laugh. She was witty, pretty and perfect, and he was charismatic enough to get by, sincere when it came to how he felt and honestly quite smitten with her... it felt right, they felt right. Sure it wasn’t the wild teenage reaction to life that might have been expected of him, but as much as that sort of thing was fun, of course it was, part of him, quite a big part of him liked the idea of meeting the right one and just being with them. It was a scary thought, a terrifying one, but that was the funny thing... when he thought about Lily in that light a whole lot of the ‘Oh God Terror’ just fell away... yeah, he really could see himself waking up with her for the rest of his life... and he couldn’t just see it, he actually really, really liked the idea as well. Curious, no?
There was nothing, no amount of gold, Zonko products or tickling charms or anything else that would have made him admit that to his bet friend however, Sirius would have either laughed his ass off and told him he was as much of a girl as Remus was, or have shot him a look of mild horror and asked him if he was sick or something, at least that was what he figured. It was far better by far to sit on that information and just keep it to himself... A few more cushions took the place of the four he’d finished... how the hell many were there any way? He was getting bored now...
“Just what on earth do you think you’re doing, Potter?”
“Wait.. What... Lily...?”
“I think not.”
An angry voice cut into James’ thoughts, and after moments paused to gather his thoughts and rationalise that the voice he’d heard was definitely -not- the one he’d... apparently been imagining a few moments before, he startled quite sharply into a far more straight backed sitting position. It seemed like about thirty seconds has passed since he pondered how many cushions were left, but a glance at his watch told him that it had been a good hour longer than that, and he rather quickly pulled a sheepish smile onto his lips as he turned to look at the angry form of Professor McGonnagal standing in the doorway.
“Uh... Sorry Professor!” He stated, his hand lifting to sweep back through his already slightly messy black hair. “I guess I fell asleep!”
“I can see that, Potter.” She replied. “I suppose we’ll just have to reschedule the remainder of your detention for tomorrow night...” She didn’t look pleased, but James couldn’t help but smile.
“Of course Professor! Shall I head back to the tower for now then..?” An irritable nod had him scrambling to his feet with some speed and making his way out of the classroom and into the hall. That wasn’t exactly how he’d planned the evening to end, but hey, the nap had been good, and the dream had been -totally- worth it.
Second bit of writing!
Titled - Dear Diary, by Amelia Bones.
Dear Diary,
I’ve just finished my charms work and I honestly don’t feel like going and sitting in the common room yet, Black is more fun when I make him wait sometimes. I rather like it. There’s no way I’m letting him suffer the delusion that he’s in charge of our little version of a relationship after all. It’s very fun, yes, but I have to say I’m always going to be the kind of girl who likes to do things her way, and there’s always going to be something rather... delightful about bossing someone like him around.
But anyway, for now I’m going to write down some thoughts as I’ve had less time to do so than usual recently, oh I wonder why?
Today however I have a reason to make the time, I was presented with a conundrum.
I’m sort of seeing Sirius Black, at least on a rather... Physical level, any way, though I swear the rest of our House would love to make something more of it... I can’t really say I’m too enamoured of the thought myself, and I think it might just about turn that lovely dark hair of his white out of fear or shock or something, either way, no. Anyway, that’s enough of that, onto my Conundrum.
I am, as I said, seeing Sirius, but I was sitting around after lunch with two of my friends today, and they pointed out that actually I’ve been spending quite a lot of time with Kingsley recently... which is, I suppose, actually quite an accurate summary of the situation, I have indeed spent a good deal of time talking with him, he’s quite good fun, he knows his Quidditch, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes either, so I really don’t mind. But they wanted to know if I’d got any plans to break up with Sirius and start seeing Kingsley instead, as well, why not? I said no of course, because Kingsley is obviously not interested in seeing me, but then, then they had to go and present me with a worse conundrum than before. Would I trade one for the other if Kingsley actually asked me out, if he expressed an interest?
Now that is a far harder question to answer, in all honesty, because I’m not sure...
Kingsley does have a lot to recommend him, after all. His arms are very nicely defined indeed, and he’s really very, very tall as well, and I’ve always liked a tall man. Not to mention how delicious I’m sure that stomach of his is... he has everything good going for him as far as looks go, and I certainly don’t mind his personality either, and that is more important for a ‘fling’ than people give it credit for... I wouldn’t be spending as much time with Black as I am if I didn’t like his personality. Sure we spend a lot of time in a lip lock, which he’s very good at, for the record, or in other slightly more compromising positions, also very good I hasten to add, but we do actually talk quite a lot as well, he’s a very good friend, by this point, I’d say, and I definitely care about him. I certainly wouldn’t want him to read this, but I do care about him, and I think we’re rather happy with what we’ve got. We’re not ‘a couple’ in the traditional sense, nor do we plan to be, I’m not going to fall in love with him, no matter how disgustingly charming he can be. We’re close though, and that’s all that matters.
I guess I answered my thoughts there, huh? Kingsley might have more... bulk to him, but I actually can’t imagine seeing anyone else that I know and having more fun than I currently do with Sirius.
He does know some very clever little tricks, if you know what I mean? And part of me likes that I’m seeing someone who’s so tied up with Lily’s boyfriend as well, funny girl that she is, I suppose Potter has enough to recommend him on a purely physical level, but I’m not sure any of the boys we know would do anything on an emotional level for me. He seems to be a lot like Sirius... except without all the charming and a whole massive dollop of ‘dork’ slapped on top. Not my cup of tea, and honestly I didn’t think it was hers either, but each to their own I suppose?
So back to Sirius, and all his... interesting features. I’ve been asked what it’s like being with him before, as apparently it’s something fairly special that he’s not dumped me five days in or something. I tried to explain that you can’t get dumped by someone you’re not actually dating, but they didn’t seem to believe me. Oh sure, making out with someone for three hours solid totally means you’re dating... yeah. Whatever. My lips did actually ache a little after that one... I’m surprised, I never figured I’d enjoy kissing someone that much... I mean that was a -really- long kiss, but he really is very good. He could definitely give people lessons on that one... I wonder... would I date Kingsley instead if he kissed like Sirius Black...? Now that does have something to recommend it... but I think I’d still miss the hair.
He does have quite nice hair after all, it’s fun to play with, and I like that it’s a little on the long side, but it doesn’t look girly like it does on some boys. It suits him. He doesn’t flop it all over his face either, which would be a shame, he has a very nice face. No, I don’t think I’d break things off with him for Kingsley, if he broke things off with me first though I don’t think I’d say not trying to find out if maybe he was interested... but I don’t especially want to end things with Black, as I’ve said, he’s a lot of fun. Bad boys are supposed to be the most fun though, aren’t they? I think this pretty well proves that theory right.
It’s such a shame we don’t get to spend more time alone. Alone time is fun.
I wonder if I could convince him to block his friends out of their dorm tonight. It’s certainly an idea, no? It would be more fun us anyway, to actually have more than say, an hour’s privacy. I don’t think I’d want to stay all night still, can you imagine how embarrassing getting up would be? Plus I don’t think we’re in that sort of relationship. I like him actually wanting me. He does not on any level get to see me first thing in the morning. That is NOT a way to encourage desire after all! Mornings are for married people, and other people who don’t plan on having sex again.
I do plan on having sex again. I really do so no, no me in the mornings for him. Call it vanity, and I suppose it is, but I really want him to believe I roll out of bed in the morning looking as gorgeous as he’s used to seeing me. It’s all an illusion of course, but I don’t really care. As long as he thinks I’m beautiful it doesn’t matter.
Still. I figure I’ve at least managed to work out what my answer to the question would be anyway, that’s something, right? I don’t really have much else to say and I suppose I’ve probably cloistered myself away in the dorm for long enough now, too much time and he’ll be up to something with Potter... I do actually wonder just who’s dating who out of Sirius, James, Lily and I... still, I suppose when the four of us are actually together it’s a little clearer... it’s wonderful, he grabs me more or less as soon as I walk into a room... I like that.
Anyway! Time to go and enjoy him in person rather than just in recollection, till next time!
Amelia <3
It possibly wont mean that much to many people, as it's not even -really- based around the books xD But it's all good if you're interested xD!
Okay! Here we go!
It's titled - Totally Worth It.
<3
Before today he’d not have had any idea how many pillows the students of Hogwarts clearly got through in their charms lessons, but after today it was an impressive figure he was fairly certain he wasn’t ever likely to forget. He’d been fixing pillows for nearly an hour now, and he was nowhere near done with the mountain of them he’d been presented with. A few things had flittered through James Potters mind as he’d first looked at the large pile of rather beaten up piles of padding, thought he had had the sense not to ask the rather irritated Professor McGonnagal who’d met him for his detention. The first had been that it was clearly a testimony to how lazy the teachers were getting that they couldn’t just wave their wands and fix them themselves, the second was that they must have a really sodding big cupboard somewhere to keep that many pillows in... and then finally that it must have taken ‘tiny’ professor Flitwick for-bloody-ever to move that lot out of wherever the large cupboard was to here... but he’d actually managed not to say anything out of turn.
The detention wasn’t so bad. He was probably meant to be fixing them by hand really, but James Potter wasn’t a wizard for nothing, so instead he was lounged back on an especially large cushion which was quite glibly leaking it’s stuffing all over the floor, absently waving his wand back and forth tugging several needles back and forth through the old tatty fabric. He figured it’d look too unusual if they came back and he’d fixed them all with a simple repair charm, but he figured he might get points for crafty use of spell work, and maybe not be given another detention for cheating too badly. At least he wasn’t off polishing things like Sirius was. He didn’t envy him the elbow ache he was likely to end up with.
It was a little annoying though, the whole, detention thing, he’d been picking up quite a few recently and he realised he should probably be trying not to end up with any more, but it was just so difficult not to act out a little... but he had to say, detentions were totally worth it for the attention from Lily Evans.
So they were sort of a couple... there had never been the official ‘We’re together’ talk or anything, but he’d managed to get her to spend quite a bit of time with him, and they’d even gone down to Hogsmeade together, which was rather a good thing as far as he could see. Plus there was the kissing. That was a bit of a hint that maybe, just maybe they were finally a little more than friends. It had only taken him years to work out how to manage it. And damn, it was good. He flicked his wand, sending one of the pillows he’d been working on flying back across the room, while the other three rotated slightly to enable to him to start fixing another patch of holes on each of them, while a fourth lifted up off of the floor to join them. He’d tried five, but they’d all started smacking him around the head in some manner of brocade rage, apparently four was all he could focus on properly at once without starting a literal pillow fight.
So yeah, dating Lily Evans. It was pretty fantastic on all fronts, and really did do a lot for making him rather happy. She was fun, after all, a lot of fun, nowhere near as shy and quiet as some people had seemed to think her at one point or another. No, she was definitely a firecracker, and he damn loved it. It hadn’t done a great deal to stop him acting up however, especially as ‘making it up to her’ for making her give him detention wasn’t exactly a hardship really, if anything it made the pranks they still pulled even more fun, it certainly made detention more bearable, and in fact, totally worth it. She’d have missed him tonight, after all, he was quite confident on that point, so tomorrow she’d be much more inclined to spend quite a nice long part of the evening with him. That was always good. Sure it would mean he couldn’t talk to Sirius, but Sirius would probably be occupied as well so it wasn’t like it was gonna cause too much of an issue.
This time he sent the previous three cushions flying across the room to the ‘done’ pile and sighed, starting on a couple more with absent determination. Lily was worth anything really. He’d wanted a chance with her for a bloody long time, and now he had it, well... it was awesome, and just a little intimidating. What if he did mess it up? He struggled to see how he really would... they seemed perfect. They got on so well now, they talked together easily and they could make each other laugh. She was witty, pretty and perfect, and he was charismatic enough to get by, sincere when it came to how he felt and honestly quite smitten with her... it felt right, they felt right. Sure it wasn’t the wild teenage reaction to life that might have been expected of him, but as much as that sort of thing was fun, of course it was, part of him, quite a big part of him liked the idea of meeting the right one and just being with them. It was a scary thought, a terrifying one, but that was the funny thing... when he thought about Lily in that light a whole lot of the ‘Oh God Terror’ just fell away... yeah, he really could see himself waking up with her for the rest of his life... and he couldn’t just see it, he actually really, really liked the idea as well. Curious, no?
There was nothing, no amount of gold, Zonko products or tickling charms or anything else that would have made him admit that to his bet friend however, Sirius would have either laughed his ass off and told him he was as much of a girl as Remus was, or have shot him a look of mild horror and asked him if he was sick or something, at least that was what he figured. It was far better by far to sit on that information and just keep it to himself... A few more cushions took the place of the four he’d finished... how the hell many were there any way? He was getting bored now...
“Just what on earth do you think you’re doing, Potter?”
“Wait.. What... Lily...?”
“I think not.”
An angry voice cut into James’ thoughts, and after moments paused to gather his thoughts and rationalise that the voice he’d heard was definitely -not- the one he’d... apparently been imagining a few moments before, he startled quite sharply into a far more straight backed sitting position. It seemed like about thirty seconds has passed since he pondered how many cushions were left, but a glance at his watch told him that it had been a good hour longer than that, and he rather quickly pulled a sheepish smile onto his lips as he turned to look at the angry form of Professor McGonnagal standing in the doorway.
“Uh... Sorry Professor!” He stated, his hand lifting to sweep back through his already slightly messy black hair. “I guess I fell asleep!”
“I can see that, Potter.” She replied. “I suppose we’ll just have to reschedule the remainder of your detention for tomorrow night...” She didn’t look pleased, but James couldn’t help but smile.
“Of course Professor! Shall I head back to the tower for now then..?” An irritable nod had him scrambling to his feet with some speed and making his way out of the classroom and into the hall. That wasn’t exactly how he’d planned the evening to end, but hey, the nap had been good, and the dream had been -totally- worth it.
Second bit of writing!
Titled - Dear Diary, by Amelia Bones.
Dear Diary,
I’ve just finished my charms work and I honestly don’t feel like going and sitting in the common room yet, Black is more fun when I make him wait sometimes. I rather like it. There’s no way I’m letting him suffer the delusion that he’s in charge of our little version of a relationship after all. It’s very fun, yes, but I have to say I’m always going to be the kind of girl who likes to do things her way, and there’s always going to be something rather... delightful about bossing someone like him around.
But anyway, for now I’m going to write down some thoughts as I’ve had less time to do so than usual recently, oh I wonder why?
Today however I have a reason to make the time, I was presented with a conundrum.
I’m sort of seeing Sirius Black, at least on a rather... Physical level, any way, though I swear the rest of our House would love to make something more of it... I can’t really say I’m too enamoured of the thought myself, and I think it might just about turn that lovely dark hair of his white out of fear or shock or something, either way, no. Anyway, that’s enough of that, onto my Conundrum.
I am, as I said, seeing Sirius, but I was sitting around after lunch with two of my friends today, and they pointed out that actually I’ve been spending quite a lot of time with Kingsley recently... which is, I suppose, actually quite an accurate summary of the situation, I have indeed spent a good deal of time talking with him, he’s quite good fun, he knows his Quidditch, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes either, so I really don’t mind. But they wanted to know if I’d got any plans to break up with Sirius and start seeing Kingsley instead, as well, why not? I said no of course, because Kingsley is obviously not interested in seeing me, but then, then they had to go and present me with a worse conundrum than before. Would I trade one for the other if Kingsley actually asked me out, if he expressed an interest?
Now that is a far harder question to answer, in all honesty, because I’m not sure...
Kingsley does have a lot to recommend him, after all. His arms are very nicely defined indeed, and he’s really very, very tall as well, and I’ve always liked a tall man. Not to mention how delicious I’m sure that stomach of his is... he has everything good going for him as far as looks go, and I certainly don’t mind his personality either, and that is more important for a ‘fling’ than people give it credit for... I wouldn’t be spending as much time with Black as I am if I didn’t like his personality. Sure we spend a lot of time in a lip lock, which he’s very good at, for the record, or in other slightly more compromising positions, also very good I hasten to add, but we do actually talk quite a lot as well, he’s a very good friend, by this point, I’d say, and I definitely care about him. I certainly wouldn’t want him to read this, but I do care about him, and I think we’re rather happy with what we’ve got. We’re not ‘a couple’ in the traditional sense, nor do we plan to be, I’m not going to fall in love with him, no matter how disgustingly charming he can be. We’re close though, and that’s all that matters.
I guess I answered my thoughts there, huh? Kingsley might have more... bulk to him, but I actually can’t imagine seeing anyone else that I know and having more fun than I currently do with Sirius.
He does know some very clever little tricks, if you know what I mean? And part of me likes that I’m seeing someone who’s so tied up with Lily’s boyfriend as well, funny girl that she is, I suppose Potter has enough to recommend him on a purely physical level, but I’m not sure any of the boys we know would do anything on an emotional level for me. He seems to be a lot like Sirius... except without all the charming and a whole massive dollop of ‘dork’ slapped on top. Not my cup of tea, and honestly I didn’t think it was hers either, but each to their own I suppose?
So back to Sirius, and all his... interesting features. I’ve been asked what it’s like being with him before, as apparently it’s something fairly special that he’s not dumped me five days in or something. I tried to explain that you can’t get dumped by someone you’re not actually dating, but they didn’t seem to believe me. Oh sure, making out with someone for three hours solid totally means you’re dating... yeah. Whatever. My lips did actually ache a little after that one... I’m surprised, I never figured I’d enjoy kissing someone that much... I mean that was a -really- long kiss, but he really is very good. He could definitely give people lessons on that one... I wonder... would I date Kingsley instead if he kissed like Sirius Black...? Now that does have something to recommend it... but I think I’d still miss the hair.
He does have quite nice hair after all, it’s fun to play with, and I like that it’s a little on the long side, but it doesn’t look girly like it does on some boys. It suits him. He doesn’t flop it all over his face either, which would be a shame, he has a very nice face. No, I don’t think I’d break things off with him for Kingsley, if he broke things off with me first though I don’t think I’d say not trying to find out if maybe he was interested... but I don’t especially want to end things with Black, as I’ve said, he’s a lot of fun. Bad boys are supposed to be the most fun though, aren’t they? I think this pretty well proves that theory right.
It’s such a shame we don’t get to spend more time alone. Alone time is fun.
I wonder if I could convince him to block his friends out of their dorm tonight. It’s certainly an idea, no? It would be more fun us anyway, to actually have more than say, an hour’s privacy. I don’t think I’d want to stay all night still, can you imagine how embarrassing getting up would be? Plus I don’t think we’re in that sort of relationship. I like him actually wanting me. He does not on any level get to see me first thing in the morning. That is NOT a way to encourage desire after all! Mornings are for married people, and other people who don’t plan on having sex again.
I do plan on having sex again. I really do so no, no me in the mornings for him. Call it vanity, and I suppose it is, but I really want him to believe I roll out of bed in the morning looking as gorgeous as he’s used to seeing me. It’s all an illusion of course, but I don’t really care. As long as he thinks I’m beautiful it doesn’t matter.
Still. I figure I’ve at least managed to work out what my answer to the question would be anyway, that’s something, right? I don’t really have much else to say and I suppose I’ve probably cloistered myself away in the dorm for long enough now, too much time and he’ll be up to something with Potter... I do actually wonder just who’s dating who out of Sirius, James, Lily and I... still, I suppose when the four of us are actually together it’s a little clearer... it’s wonderful, he grabs me more or less as soon as I walk into a room... I like that.
Anyway! Time to go and enjoy him in person rather than just in recollection, till next time!
Amelia <3