PrimalArcana

True/False Game

False. I prefer the Dragons from the Inheritance Cycle book series. I'm a nerd.

T/F: The picture in @Raxacoricofallapatorius's post of slenderman creeps you out and makes you want to hide in the closet.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

After procrastinating for seven of the ten minutes, I finally got up with a firm decision to ignore the things going through my head. Taking my new books out of my bag, I shrunk them and put them in my mini-chest. The small wooden chest with black metal trimming wouldn't be the first place you'd think to look for books. But, I loved my magic. With shrinking spells and extension charms, I was able to have easily over 500 magical tomes, most of which I'd bought at a glance.

Setting the chest on my bed for a brief moment, I suddenly felt conscious without an extra layer of padding over my wrists. On my left arm, I put a multitude of bracelets, and on my right I put a wristlet over the sleeve. There. That was much better.

Wristlet

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I picked up the chest and tucked it under my left arm, swinging my messenger bag with all my work in it over the right. Headed down the stairs, somehow I was not surprised to see Alex still down there.

"Hey there," I said. "Did you even go upstairs at all?" He was standing in the same general area he had been when I left, he didn't even have his work on him (if he still had any). "I have three foot-long essays to write, so I'll be busy this afternoon. Anyhoo, let's go!" I marched off to the door, listening to the door's attempt to give me a riddle on the way out. I usually only bothered with it on the way in, unless I was in a witty mood. I had, once or twice, stood there for an hour or two and hashed out riddles with the door.

I wasn't sure why Alex hadn't heard of this room before, I wasn't the only student who used it. Someone had just found a couple of empty rooms, blasted out the wall in between, and made it a study room. I loved it. There were two fireplaces, which made for a cozy atmosphere. It was just down the hall from the library for easy access, and the seating was comfortable. I sat down in a comfortable armchair with a table in front of it, motioning for Alex to sit across from me. I set my chest on the table, and put my bag on the seat beside me. I fished out my sweets and popped an entire truffle into my mouth before addressing Alex.

"So, would you like to see my collection?" I asked, a small smile daring to cross my face.

Mini-Chest

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I'd imagine the chest looks a lot like this but with handles and a strap hanging from the handles for convenient carrying. About ten inches long, eight inches deep, and six inches tall.

True/False Game

*sighs and wonders why you told me to look*

True.

T/F You wish the day was over already so you could crawl into bed.

True/False Game

True.

T/F
You could really care less about the whole Pepsi/Coke war and drink both.

The Ramblings of a half drunken soldier

*facepalms and leaves this thread*

The Ramblings of a half drunken soldier

@LoneSilverWolf

Riiiiiiiiiiight.

*is skeptical*

It's also your fault for telling me about this thread. I wouldn't have known otherwise. :)

The Ramblings of a half drunken soldier

It's a good thing you're so damn cute and loveable. A very good thing.

-__-

I shall remind you of this thread when you wake up with a hangover, darling. Count on it.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

We were halfway back to the castle when I lost my footing and fell face-first in the snow, despite my boots. "Nah, but you seem to have, Alex said, referring to his robes. I picked myself up quickly, brushing off the snow and picking up my bags. My face had turned red, but thankfully it was from embarrassment, not just his jest. To be honest, I wasn't sure how to respond that. I hadn't even considered anyone trustworthy enough to be a friend, let alone anything beyond that region.

Instead of acknowledging it, I brushed it off. "Goddamn snowbanks," I said, randomly kicking a stone half-wall and knocking the snow off one of my boots. I listened to him respond to my offer, and had to smirk.

"Well I'm sure you've learned by now that I will kick you through a wall, so I'm not too worried anyway, even if I didn't trust you, which I do," I said. I was surprised to learn that I meant that, too. There was something about Alex that said 'I might be insane but I have a level of respect imbued in myself.'

There was a slightly awkward silence between the two of us as we walked closer and closer to the castle. I wasn't sure what he was thinking about, but I was stuck on his jest. Why, exactly, had he said that? I mean, I knew why people usually did that, but there was absolutely no possible way that could be happening, considering we just started talking to each other. Ugh. I rubbed the side of my head, confused, and finally stepped through into the courtyard of the Castle.

In the snowy yard were a few lingering Professors, talking and keeping an eye out for people trying to sneak into Hogsmeade. The silence lasted through the castle until we got to the Common Room. Then I broke it. "So, Alex...meet you back down here in about 10 minutes? I need to get my things. Then we'll head out," I said. I gave him a nod and a small grin, then headed up the stairs to my dormitory.

Truth be told, I didn't really need 10 minutes, I just needed a bit of time alone. I took off my coat, hat, and gloves, just sitting on the edge of my bed. What an interesting day so far.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

"Thanks," I say, practically throwing the bags into his arms, our hands briefly brushing. His skin feels the opposite of cold, his hands are warm and feel a bit clammy. Donning the hat and gloves, I'm grateful for the warmth. I take my bags out of his hands and start to walk toward the road that leads to the castle.

"What are you complaining about, by the way?" I said, smirking. "I can feel the heat radiating off of your robes! What did you do? Cast a fire charm on them?" I asked, stating the obvious. Although - if he really was feeling sick it would make sense if he was cold, he had looked a bit pale in the bookshop. "It's not a bad idea, really. I just actually enjoy the seasons, so I don't use charms like that. Occasionally I'll sneak one in the summer when I want to be out and it feels like lava is being dispersed in the air."

Thinking for a moment, I glanced over at Alex. He didn't seem like the type that usually hung around with strangers (neither was I). I had to think back on what we'd been talking about before I remembered what had caught his interest earlier.

"You know, if you're really interested in the dark arts and defensive magic, I'll show you something when we get back," I said, gesturing toward the rapidly growing figure of the castle. "I have quite the collection, actually," I admitted. Although, when I said 'quite the collection,' I actually had more than someone might think. Everything I brought back and forth I shrunk, and I had long ago enchanted my storage with undetectable extension charms (as soon as I had learned how to). All my books were stored in a mini-trunk that fit neatly into my big one I took back and forth every school year.

"I do have studying to do," I said, "but usually on days off I do my own research." I bit my lip and gave him a once-over. "If you're very careful and remember that I'll happily strangle you for damages, I'll let you see it." I wasn't kidding about that either, I made sure my tone portrayed that.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I had to smile at the frogs myself, "You know, you're right. They do get in a lot of trouble. They're just like real frogs, just without the abhorrent smell and the slimy skin." There was something I'd hated about frogs. The croaking made me want to scratch my eyes out. I suppose that's why I'd never been fond of the chocolate ones, either. Give me truffles any day and I'd be your best friend (or just take them and ignore you, depending on my mood).

"Well then, how about after this lot," I gestured to the shortening line in front of us, "is done and we get to make an escape, we go back? I have some studying to do anyway." I rolled my eyes briefly at the thought of the three foot-long essays I had to do. "And," I added, "I know a place we can study AND enjoy our sweets. That way Madam Pince won't come rattling down on our heads in the library about it. She can sniff those out from the other side of the castle, no matter how sneaky you are. I'm lucky I haven't been kicked out yet." I snickered at my most recent memory, I'd specifically put a chocolate cauldron on the ground where she would have to step on it in order to chew me out. Of course, I hadn't had any more myself, blaming it on another student that had just left a few minutes ago.

Generally I didn't break rules, but that had been too funny. I hadn't done it since, mostly because I didn't want to get kicked out of the library. I liked to hang about in the restricted section when I was in my "research moods."

Lost in momentary thought, I didn't say anything for a few moments. I was yanked out of memory lane, however, as we finally reached the register. "That will be one galleon, two sickles, and 15 knuts," the man told me. I yanked my money out of my bag and threw two galleons on the counter, telling him to keep the change. He looked briefly surprised before snatching them up and nodding as I stepped away from the counter. I was used to the look of surprise that people gave me when I threw extra money around. But again, I really didn't care. Neither did my father, I was fairly certain that he was glad I was out of his hair.

Stepping outside, I realized it had started to snow again in the brief interlude we were inside. I juggled the bag, trying to get my hat and gloves out of my pocket. Looking at Alex, I thrust the bag at him.

"Mind holding this? I didn't think to get these out before we came outside," I sheepishly admitted. "Just want to put them on for the walk back to the castle."