Post by Nixicle on Jan 6, 2008 20:46:29 GMT -5
Rowena stared at the teacher with more than a touch of boredom in her expression. In fact, her face spelled out B-O-R-I-N-G allover it in caplocks, bold. The droning voice that was rambling on about something she had figured out last year had become a terribly obnoxious background to the unfailing 'tack, tack' as a student beside her tapped his teeth with the front of his quill, his prominent buckteeth slowly turning an unpleasant shade of black.
Shaped eyebrows burrowing down to her nose, as she adopted a thoroughly unimpressed scowl on her features. An overwhelming urge to reach over with long, slender fingers, grab his quill and feel the satisfying give as it snapped in her hands was almost impossible to resist. But, she figured the further blackening of his mouth was punishment enough. Given his oblivious stare she hoped he would walk around like this for a satisfying length of time.
It wasn't that Rowena Ravenclaw was cold hearted, cruel or mean spirited (usually), she just had severely confined patience for those with limited intelligence, and repetitive noises were enough to make her glare turn milk sour. She had a stare on her that could pierce through anything and make anyone feel uncomfortable. This stare was now in full force, directed at the black mouthed, 'tack, tacker'.
Look over here. She commanded inside her head. Look over here. Look over here. Her scowl intensified as the small, but infuriating sound continued. 'Tack, tack' I could really use some fresh air right about...now. Her eyes became slits of fury, her mouth a thin set line of asperity. Her face was completely immobile, her body a rigid arrow, set on piercing his very heart.
Look over here.
How long until this pointless class is over...
Look over here. Now.
The magical sounds of bells filled the air as a line of ink drool slid down his face. She still didn't move. Frustration found its peak as students began filing out, the general raucous of their exit ignored as the boy beside her continued to stare blankly off into space, and still the 'tack, tack' went on. Even as the shuffling of papers and thunder of footsteps died away, she glared on. She was even Ignoring the teacher she could see standing in front of the two of them, looking weary and quizzical. “Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. Do you mind telling me why you aren't both out of my classroom, right now?”
His spoken name seemed to snap the boy out of his reverie with a completely unintelligent sounding, huh? Rowena allowed her face to relax as she rolled her eyes back into her skull. “Because Godric is being a complete imbecile.” She replied calmly, a cool smile tacked onto her face.” Rubbing his eyes wearily the teacher took a deep breath and with his fingers still buried in his sockets, he said with forced calm. “Rowena, get out of my classroom. Godric, you do the same. And go wash out your mouth.” Waving his hand in dismissal, he turned about. Shaking his head and muttering about vacations.
Grinning widely at her, Godric gave her a small shove on her way out the door, she turned about and gave him a half-hearted scowl before grinning and moving aside so he could walk beside her. “You just about made me go crazy, Godric.” She muttered as she pointed her wand at his mouth, his pearly whites shining through once more. ”Mmm, and I'm crazy about you.” He replied with a roguish wink.
She gave him an unimpressed smirk, “Love you Godric, but not like that.” She quipped with another smirk. This was one of a myriad of conversations alike this one. With Godrics continuing advances he knew would never advance anywhere on his friend, and Rowena smirking and not being interested in anything beyond friendship. But still, he could not be blamed. Rowena was quite an unusual beauty, with straight raven locks that were cut off bluntly about her hips, porcelain flesh and ruby lips. She may not have been an aphrodite, but it was undeniable that her features had arranged themselves in a very pleasing manner. Most capturing of all were her sparkling eyes, like wet sapphires. Treasure set between long lashes. But if Rowena cared about this at all, it didn't show. She was neither naive, nor arrogant about her looks, but indifferent.
”Worth a try!” He replied cheerfully, raising a hand to wave as they came to a split in the corridor. “I'm off to Charms.” She nodded and offered a brief smile, muttering, “Spare.” before continuing on her way, down the right corridor. She shook her head and ran long nails through her hair. Recalling a friends words regarding Godric, ”Rowena, yo' an absloutley fool! Wot kind o' girl, don't want no Godric! Ee's a beaut! 'Andsome, charming, smart and a'so amazin' at Quidditch!”, she shook her head again, sighing, with the traces of a smile of her hard face. Her friend had one of the harsh, almost guttural and nasal British accents and abominable grammar, completely opposite of Rowena. Her smile developed into a smirk as she recalled her response, “Well, you can have him then.”
At last she reached a door to the outside of the grand castle, pressing her pale hands against the door and pushing against it. Some fresh air would do wonders for her.
(Note: Name will be changed from Godric Gryffindor, whenever whoever plays it decides on a name.)
Shaped eyebrows burrowing down to her nose, as she adopted a thoroughly unimpressed scowl on her features. An overwhelming urge to reach over with long, slender fingers, grab his quill and feel the satisfying give as it snapped in her hands was almost impossible to resist. But, she figured the further blackening of his mouth was punishment enough. Given his oblivious stare she hoped he would walk around like this for a satisfying length of time.
It wasn't that Rowena Ravenclaw was cold hearted, cruel or mean spirited (usually), she just had severely confined patience for those with limited intelligence, and repetitive noises were enough to make her glare turn milk sour. She had a stare on her that could pierce through anything and make anyone feel uncomfortable. This stare was now in full force, directed at the black mouthed, 'tack, tacker'.
Look over here. She commanded inside her head. Look over here. Look over here. Her scowl intensified as the small, but infuriating sound continued. 'Tack, tack' I could really use some fresh air right about...now. Her eyes became slits of fury, her mouth a thin set line of asperity. Her face was completely immobile, her body a rigid arrow, set on piercing his very heart.
Look over here.
How long until this pointless class is over...
Look over here. Now.
The magical sounds of bells filled the air as a line of ink drool slid down his face. She still didn't move. Frustration found its peak as students began filing out, the general raucous of their exit ignored as the boy beside her continued to stare blankly off into space, and still the 'tack, tack' went on. Even as the shuffling of papers and thunder of footsteps died away, she glared on. She was even Ignoring the teacher she could see standing in front of the two of them, looking weary and quizzical. “Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. Do you mind telling me why you aren't both out of my classroom, right now?”
His spoken name seemed to snap the boy out of his reverie with a completely unintelligent sounding, huh? Rowena allowed her face to relax as she rolled her eyes back into her skull. “Because Godric is being a complete imbecile.” She replied calmly, a cool smile tacked onto her face.” Rubbing his eyes wearily the teacher took a deep breath and with his fingers still buried in his sockets, he said with forced calm. “Rowena, get out of my classroom. Godric, you do the same. And go wash out your mouth.” Waving his hand in dismissal, he turned about. Shaking his head and muttering about vacations.
Grinning widely at her, Godric gave her a small shove on her way out the door, she turned about and gave him a half-hearted scowl before grinning and moving aside so he could walk beside her. “You just about made me go crazy, Godric.” She muttered as she pointed her wand at his mouth, his pearly whites shining through once more. ”Mmm, and I'm crazy about you.” He replied with a roguish wink.
She gave him an unimpressed smirk, “Love you Godric, but not like that.” She quipped with another smirk. This was one of a myriad of conversations alike this one. With Godrics continuing advances he knew would never advance anywhere on his friend, and Rowena smirking and not being interested in anything beyond friendship. But still, he could not be blamed. Rowena was quite an unusual beauty, with straight raven locks that were cut off bluntly about her hips, porcelain flesh and ruby lips. She may not have been an aphrodite, but it was undeniable that her features had arranged themselves in a very pleasing manner. Most capturing of all were her sparkling eyes, like wet sapphires. Treasure set between long lashes. But if Rowena cared about this at all, it didn't show. She was neither naive, nor arrogant about her looks, but indifferent.
”Worth a try!” He replied cheerfully, raising a hand to wave as they came to a split in the corridor. “I'm off to Charms.” She nodded and offered a brief smile, muttering, “Spare.” before continuing on her way, down the right corridor. She shook her head and ran long nails through her hair. Recalling a friends words regarding Godric, ”Rowena, yo' an absloutley fool! Wot kind o' girl, don't want no Godric! Ee's a beaut! 'Andsome, charming, smart and a'so amazin' at Quidditch!”, she shook her head again, sighing, with the traces of a smile of her hard face. Her friend had one of the harsh, almost guttural and nasal British accents and abominable grammar, completely opposite of Rowena. Her smile developed into a smirk as she recalled her response, “Well, you can have him then.”
At last she reached a door to the outside of the grand castle, pressing her pale hands against the door and pushing against it. Some fresh air would do wonders for her.
(Note: Name will be changed from Godric Gryffindor, whenever whoever plays it decides on a name.)
