Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Aug 27, 2007 13:33:09 GMT -5
New. It was a word no one wanted to be.No friends, no previous knogale of the grounds... It stunk. The Eleven year old had forgotten the way to the common room, and had always had to ask a teacher. "you must be new!" was always their remark. Joy was bored. She had no friends nothing to do but Homework. Blech, she HATED work. Sure she was bright, but there was so much! She pulled out a book and work a quick paragraph. She cheacked another thing in her book, and shoved it back into her bag.She gave up on the essay and sat and stared at the fire.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Aug 31, 2007 17:52:02 GMT -5
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Sometimes it can be hard, being new, not knowing where to go. You end up wondering around. Just having no idea where you are. Its hard. Very hard. Most survive, the odd one or two do not. And so the cycle of school goes on. But it is important that older students make younger ones feel welcome they say. Some take this on themselves. Others do not. Conor was the sort who did.
Wondering through the school in a partial hungover daze Conor had lost his way to teh common room several times, an acheivement as he could have walked it in his sleep. In the end he did simply give up trying to control himself and simply let his feet carry him there. He all but fell into the common room stumbling dazedly across the room and falling backwards into the nearest sofa to try and collect his thoughts before the nausea hit. He missed and threw up all over the floor but felt better for it.
Wiping his mouth grimply Conor pointed his wand at the mess and muttered ...scourgify it vanished leaving nothing to show it had been there. From the far side of the sofa his cat decided it was evidently a safe moent to approach. She jumped up onto the back of the sofa and he turned so that she could drop down into hislap. Closing his eyes hie rubbed her ears gently muttering, Hey Tiggy, gods you sticnk you tramp, where've you been heh? but he smiled all the same as the cat made muddy pawprints all over him and then curled up in his lap.
He had been entertaining ideas of a hot shower and a cup of coffee and then maybe a nice lie down but between the cat and the subjective nausea movement looked out of the question for the moment. He lay back eyes shut so that he did not have to watch the room spin. He had definatly drunk too much last night, and that girl. Why could he not remeber her name? But it did not matter, who over she was she had probably been scared off drunk as he was. Somthing of a shame really. But the past could not be undone. And so that was the way it would have to be. Putting his hand under his shirt he felt long scratches there. Interesting.
But then he became suddenly aware of another set of breathing. There was someone else in the room. He opened his eyes and scanned the area til he saw her, just a small girl quite probably a first year sat by the fire looking into it's depths with an open bag at her feet. Her stare was an interesting mixture of boredom and dejection. Two emotions that ran strong with all the first years. He smiled. He could remeber when he himself had been that way. How long ago it had been. Before alchohol and Tiggy and spells and quidditch and hogsmead visits. Oh for teh days of inoccence he thought to himself with a wry smile. But he knew that he could not sit and stare for ever.
Caustuiousely he opened his mouth to string together an experimental scentence. Hey there. You okay? but that was all he managed before another wave of nausea overtook him and he had to close his mouth cover his eyes with his thubs pressing into his temples. Keeping his head back on the arm of the sofa he mumbled around his hands Im Conor, Conor Rawling. He closed his mouth again, sucking his lips in grimply and leaning back up again uncovering his eys to look at her, the nausea passed and he gave her a warm fleeting smile before he had to put his hand to his mouth once more. Sorry. he shispered weakly with another smile Hungover[/right][/font][/size]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 1, 2007 10:27:03 GMT -5
The door to the boys dormitory opened. Joy was aware that she was no longer alone. She expected that none else would be awake at 2 am. When she heard him speak to her, a bit of surprize flashed into her mind. "err... Hi, I'm Joy. Joy Olgil. I'm fine. Why are you awake so early? Even if your hungover?" She ran her fingers though her briwn hair and blinked the soot out of her eyes. Her eyes went to her bag. Left open, it could give away the fact she hadn't fisnish the essay. He was so hungover it wouldn't matter, however. She waited for hm to say somthing.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 1, 2007 17:18:53 GMT -5
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A dazed smile a sideways glance an unusual time to meet someone. Anything can give you away for waht you are. Whether it's an alchoholic or a werewolf people will interpret anything in the way they see fit. So for example a known alchoholic with food poisoning. Well those symptoms are instantly a hangover. Its all about interpretation.
Lying back on the sofa he let his eyes travel up to the ceiling. He had never before noticed the pretty lights that danced and swirled in spiraling circles there... But it was of little importance. He had a question to answer. he considered what she had said thoughtfully as his eyes automatically tracked her movemnts making him smile. Homework is over rated. he muttered with a grin. Anyway, im up this early becaaaause.... he thought hard. Why was he up? It had seemd llike qutite a good idea at the time. But now that he was downstairs and still fairly hingover with a cat on his lap and armed with the knowledge that it was 2 am. Well it seemed like the stupidest desicion of the century. But he wasn't going to admit to that.
Scanning the room for inspiration and stalling for time he mttered In your first year then Joy? as a way of making conversation. And somewhere within those six words the fact that he had not replied to her question out loud escaped him completey and he sunk back blisfully into the sofa. Sorted![/right][/size][/font]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 1, 2007 19:46:19 GMT -5
Joy was still shocked at meeting someone in the common room at 2, this was a little surprizing. She pulled the candy out of her bag and ate one. "Well, Work is overated, your right about that. And I am in first year. Lindt truffle?" She asked, and added "There Muggle candy. Hal used to eat them when he was hung over, which was quite offen." She smiled. The Truffle was milk chocolate with a smoth mint indside. They were her favorite candy, even if they were muggle food.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 2, 2007 16:24:36 GMT -5
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Sometimes the best things in life aremade by muggles. One can't beat a giant bar of Cadbury chocolate at christmas, even if Honeydukes sweets are more exciting. It's the same with clothes, can't ebat jeans and a Tee-shirt. Once again muggle clothes. And so it was with little difficulty that he decided to accept a sweet from the girl. Sounds good to me he laughed in answer to her question.
Still layed out on the sofa he wondered wherether there wasn't some future in transfiguring the nearby glass of water into a cup of coffee. Hot black coffee with sugar. He stared at it hard, still thinking about it. The idea was there. But he couldn't quite get the processes to follow through. Staring hard a the cup he let the words of the spell spin through his mind. He pulled his wand from his pocket. Pointing it at the cup he thought hard and it changed before his gaze. Picking it up he sipped at it, blowing gently on the surface of the now hot liquid to cool it.
Returning his gaze to the girl and balancing the cup on his chest he smiled at her. SO we've established that i have strange sleeping paterns. But why are you trying to do work so early in the morning? he laughed No offence but it's hardly as though you have exams yet. He smiled. His brain still fuzzy.
A sudden pain in his leg made him jump and almost spill the coffee down his front. Tiggy had just dug her claws sharply into his thigh, leaping off with a hiss and scooting off into a corner after some unseen little creature. But it allowed him to move a little more upright, propping himself up on one elbow. He smiled again.[/right][/font]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 2, 2007 16:32:47 GMT -5
"I couldn't sleep." She shurgged, "And this is late already." She said. She ate anthor sweet and watched him mildly. "How'd you get drunk, there's no place to get drinks accpet on Hogsmede weekends and it's not a weekend." She said "If you don't mind."
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 2, 2007 17:41:17 GMT -5
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Quiet words can make a person smile, they can drege up happy memories or be amusing simply in themselves. And such was teh case with theese words, they pulled up a happy memory of a guy. Another 16 yearold, a muggle, ont he outside who was more than farmiliar with the wizarding world. His best friend [Conor] having gone off to hogwarts and his girlfriend went there too. And he was the providor of the vodka.
Conor grinned at her, taking his time in answering her question, No no, I don't mind. Not at all. he tipped his head back The purveyor of the vodka in question would be my muggle friend Marc. he laughed again. He sends it to me via owl post He laughed again. And suddenly, saying it out loud made him see quite how ludicrouse it all was. What an alchoholic he was afraid of becoming. He kept laughing, giggling and giggling until tears streamed down his face. But whether they were tears of sadness or joy even he could not tell.[/right][/font]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 2, 2007 17:50:39 GMT -5
"A muggle? Are you muggle born?" She asked. This was innocent enogh, but he mght think she was a sturck up pureblood. she hated that word. Her parnets may be a which and a wizard, but that gave her head no reason to be big. Her eyes looked around, thoughfully.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 6, 2007 16:15:04 GMT -5
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Funny how it depends on who asks the question as to how it comes out. For example, If a Slytherin asks you about your blood you either lie or deflect them. It's not always safe just to assume, but if the question is directed at you by a fellow housemate. Another Hufflepuff well it is a fairly safe question to answer.
I'm a half blood he laughed. THinking fondly back to his mother and father. Best of both worlds really he muttered, grinning at her Grew up with muggles knowing about magic. Best combination really. How about yourself? If you don't mind me asking. he grinned lucidly again as the room started to spin slightly. Reaching across he gripped the arm of the chair tightly. His smile became a little more strained.
Waves of nausea passed over him as his face greyed. The colour draining out rapidy. He had the sudden feeling that he was going to be violently sick again. Twisting around towards the side he vomited all over the carpet again. Sitting upp, wiping his mouth he pointed his wand at the mess, clearing it up. Sorry he murmered. Drank too much[/right][/font]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 6, 2007 17:56:29 GMT -5
"No, I don't. I'm a blood tratior." She said quietly, hoping he'd get that shes a pureblood. It didn't matter to her, at all. She liked Conor alot, he was just like Hal, who was at Dumgstrang. He was nothing like Sara, at Beaubatoxons. This was fine. She smiled preparing a letter to all her family in her Head. She should wait untill day break though, as she would be hated to send them one so early.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 11, 2007 13:59:41 GMT -5
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There are people in all walks of life who will judge you for what you are. The way you behabe teh things you believe in. Conor had suffered far too much at their hands and as such he was not of the type to judge unnecessarily. He could see that from this girls response and the way she seeemed distracted that she expected she might, so he gave her a wan smile to set her at ease.
Better than a slap round the face with a wet fish he quoted smiling jokingly. Tilting his head to one side and smiling, And anyway, seriousely. Some of the nicest wizards were born purebloods, some were muggle born others are half blood he paused building up to his climax, Its not what you re but what you make of yourself that makes you the person you eventually become. he fell silent, philosophical moment over.[/right][/font]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 11, 2007 18:17:28 GMT -5
"you sure your hungover? Hal never talked like that." She smiled jokingly, then said, "Well, Hal's My brother. Hallio, you know. Goes to Durmgstarng. Pa wanted us all to go to diffrent schools. Sarah, Saralei, goes to Beabaxtons. She and Hal are twins. Oh, and My names wierd as well, Joyus." She grinned, not many new the true nature of her name. "Pa, James, Breeds Friesians.You Know, with wings. " She smiled "Mum was a vet. Died along time ago." She smiled sadly.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 14, 2007 16:45:06 GMT -5
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Conors heart went out to the girl it sounded as though she had ahd a strange up bringing. He himsefl had lived a relatively normal life. Half blood, normal parentsl good friends. It had all gone fairly well for him. Sounds....complicated. he said smiling, And whilst i may be hungover I meant waht I said. he laughed softly, Just dont ask me to say it again. his head was starting to ache gently, maybe he should go to bed, but not yet. Not quite.[/font][/right]
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Joy Olgil
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Post by Joy Olgil on Sept 19, 2007 15:54:14 GMT -5
"Not realy, the only thing i'd change is my mum dying." she shurgged. Her past was probily a bit diffrent then his. She'd had a good life, and had many friends.
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