here, kitty... // ravenclaws!

[charlotte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:420; height:650; background-image:url('http://www.webdesignhot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/VectorVintageSeamlessBackground_thumb.jpg'); ] I need to get my story straight [/style][style=width:400px; height:15px; background-color:#cc1100; font-family:georgia; color:#fffafa; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:7px; text-align:center; padding: 10px;]tag open words 423 outfit clicky notes hi Charlotte Evercourt absolutely, positively hated owls. Her older brother, Tom, had had an owl during his time at Hogwarts, named Hermes. All she remembered of it was the awful sound of his screeching, like nails on a chalkboard, day and night. Hermes had been one of those awful attention-seeking pets that never shut up. Ever since then, she'd never been one for owls. However, now that she knew how much worse it could be, she was sort of starting to regret not choosing an owl. Charlotte had made the mistake of choosing the most temperamental cat in the shop when it was time to choose her Hogwarts companion. A small tabby named Gideon, all she had thought about was how cute and small it was - typical, for an eleven-year-old girl. Five years later, she realized how stupid she'd been to get a cat. Gideon was the most arrogant, stuck-up, annoying pet a girl could possibly have, especially when it was time for his weekly bath. This Saturday just happened to be one of those days, unfortunately, and he had responded to the sound of the running water by darting out of the dormitory and getting himself lost. "'No, mum; I want a cat,'" she muttered to herself as she checked for Gideon under a chair. "Brilliant idea, Charlotte; just brilliant...damn it, I feel ridiculous!" If one of her fellow Ravenclaws were to walk in on her in the midst of her desperate search for her cat, she knew she would just die of embarrassment. What was worse was, she'd checked anywhere and the cat wasn't anywhere to be found. If he'd gone past the common room and she had to go look for him, Charlotte could be sure that she was going to get a whole lot of strange looks, and even more snide comments (oh, how she hated Slytherins...stuck-up, ignorant little gits...). It was absolutely mortifying to admit to having no idea where your cat was - even more so to admit that it was because you insisted upon bathing it even though you caught it cleaning itself with its tongue pretty much every time you saw it...not that that was often, of course. The only times Charlotte ever saw Gideon, sly little thing, were at morning and at night, when she fed him. "Should've gotten an owl..." Charlotte mumbled, cursing in Gaelic when she stubbed her toe on the edge of the fireplace. She made a mental note not to ever let her children bring a cat to Hogwarts. [style=width:400px; height:15px; background-color:#cc1100; font-family:georgia; color:#fffafa; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:6px; text-align:center; padding: 5px;]template by moi !

[KEVIN NAVID HEART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more now, he wasn't a linguist, but he was quite sure that her exclamation of words were not fully english. not that he was complaining, though; if it had been anything foul or slanderous, he would've liked it in a more foreign language than to be directly orchestrated straight for his ears to hear. the day had once again, taken its toll on the golden boy of the ravenclaw, and as much as he wanted to deny it from himself, keeping up such image was not only tiring him consistently, but was also starting to grow on him a little bit. perhaps pressure was needed to wring out the best of what he had to show for, and he had realized that stress was just another factor unwanted, so, that day, he had decided upon waving off compliments, like always. well, for anyone who knew him enough, this wouldn't be surprising to hear, as a heart was never really one to surprise. he ruffled his hair and sighed, blinking in attempt to reclaim the normal visual of an average person-- his half-an-hour nap had somehow gone by to five hours of sleep, which meant that he had missed a good part of his day, because his body hadn't been able to handle the constant overload work. ( truthfully, passing out in the library didn't seem to do his back any good ) which, in other words, once again proved his lack of ability to stay consistent to his expectations, and the publics' expectations. see? no surprises there. with his self-pity churning to start and take over his brooding process, a moment of five-second staring came to as he had walked in the common room, before passing by to take a long-awaited seat on the couch, while a headless chocolate frog sat stuck between his teeth, and two books on arithmancy occupying one hand. in truer fact, his favourable area for fueling his mind with things unfathomable required a grander qualitative amount of all things sweet and tasty. yet, now he did not seem to mind the company of another near his proximity, and his consistent loner streak of sleepless nights, zombie-walking down corridors and even sneaking off to the kitchen to catch up on late dinner / early breakfast, were most likely, he pondered, the reason as to why he didn't mind slight distraction. even if it did mean in the company of another golden girl with tenaciously red lips and dangerously sharp tongue. he paused for a moment, looking up at her direction in slight curiousity-- as much as he wanted to not admit his paucity in the knowledge of all that is good and gibberish, he really wanted to improve in that area himself, seeing as his life-long desire was to circle the globe and accumulate and learn all languages therein. because as of the moment, he was conspicuously incapable of speaking any other language other than english. umm.. he began, tapping his knee as he tried to recall french words that he'd heard last summer. co.. comment est votre fro.. fromage?

[/b] with a trying smile, his accent seemed smothered with heavy english. i.. i'm sorry, he tried a laugh, and stood, looking over her with a hint of worry in his eyes. uhh, êtes-vous.. bien? with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he just hoped to all that controlled the universe that she was not one to understand french.

because he was pretty sure that his first question, was about her cheese.



, translation: [how.. how's your cheese? are you alright?][/div][/left]

somethingwords, outfit, gahhhh.

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[charlotte]

I NEED TO GET MY STORY STRAIGHT

TAG KEVIN WORDS 472 OUTFIT CLICKY NOTES GRR TEMPLATE ISSUES...WORKED IN THE PREVIEW BUT NOT IN THE POST

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Charlotte’s head snapped up when she heard somebody speaking to her. Damn, did they just see any of that?

Trying to save face, she stammered, “Er…my, er, my…my shoes? Why are you asking about my shoes?” This was purely guesswork. Her father spoke fluent French due to his work with international relations, but the few words he had taught her were limited to, “Yes, please,” “Thank you,” and “Is there a restroom nearby?” (according to him, the only phrases she would ever need to know for their holidays in France). Clearly, this wasn’t good enough, however, seeing as there was unfamiliar French being spoken right in front of her and none of it translated to “Thank you,” or anything about a bathroom. There were a few other miscellaneous words she used to know as well, back when she had been younger and positively fascinated by the idea of learning another language, but she was rusty and anything that wasn’t on her father’s list of importance hadn’t made the cut in her brain.

And then it hit her: Cheese. Cheese, not shoes…you idiot.
Although she wasn’t sure why he’d be asking about her cheese, Charlotte blushed a deep scarlet and froze, just standing there and staring at him like even more of an idiot. Then she quickly turned away and pretended to be occupied with checking for her cat under a, erm…flower vase! Because the fattest cat in the world is definitely going to be able to hide under that, she thought, letting out a deep sigh and reaching up to run her hand through her hair with exasperation. Then she turned to him and decided, Two can play this game, and with a slight smirk, she said, “Tá mo cat ar iarraidh. Cúram chun cabhrú liom teacht air?”

Oh, the joys of being bilingual, she thought cheerfully, staring and waiting for the inevitable confusion to arise on his face.

While she was looking, Charlotte realized that something seemed rather familiar about him…like, more than just ‘housemate’ familiar – like there might be some sort of significance to this person in front of her, although she couldn’t recall his name at the moment. She knew it wasn’t that they were in the same year, because she knew they werent…Head boy. He’s head boy, a little voice in her head whispered, and she crossed her arms. Kevin Heart. Fellow Ravenclaw, head boy of Hogwarts, and one of those boys who everyone mooned over because he was the ‘jewel of the house,’ or some kind of crap like that.

Again, she swore under her breath, not because she’d embarrassed herself in front of the Ravenclaw golden boy, but because she’d had the misfortune to engage herself in conversation with somebody who was bound to have a ginormous ego and a bad habit of manipulating people.

TRANSLATION: My cat is missing. Care to help me find him?

[KEVIN NAVID HEART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more perhaps this wasn't destined to be a good idea, after all. though it made sense most definitely, that he would find himself in another bizzare conversation with the opposite sex ( as it always seemed to happen ). in truth, he felt as though the universe conspired against him, in his attempt to be like a normal fellow who could just about talk to anyone with ease. but no, he wasn't like that. he'd thought it to himself that the only reason why he had the spotlight fixed on him, was for his brains and status alone. on occassion, he would go for a morning run.. and that was as far as his exercise went. truthfully, his build wasn't at all pathetic, but he'd never considered himself worthy to be appreciated in the sense of style and look. and right that moment, was no exception. his misguided concept on the whole language dealt massive slaps on his face as she stumbled to read his words, which made the whole situation more confusing than originally planed. here he was, on an inderect lesson about some foreign language, and he still couldn't talk like a normal boy. what was more saddening, however, was the fact that he knew, that if they were to be encased in a classroom scene, he wouldn't actually be feeling the immense awkward reality or running idiotic circles to try and decipher what the whole of the situation was all about. well, this unexpected run-in would certainly make good entertainment for his journal tonight. let's get a grip now, kevin. you can do this, he thought, suddenly becoming alarmed by the change of emotion that flickered in her eyes. it was unfortunate that he was still undeveloped in the art of reading a woman's facial expression, but, to his credit, that wasn't a normal facial expression for a woman. no, the sudden change rose to the area of challenge and competition, one he was very familiar with. oh, did she believe him to be hitting on her sword for a notion to a duel of tongues? his eyebrows raised in genuine confusion, now absolutely spiralling to the abyss of what he knew to be his last encounter with a female. around here, he was known for taking the road of the really less travelled, for weaving his way through potential disputes and for taking the iniative of dousing out the fire of a fight before it would even begin. evidently, she knew not of him, for she then went ahead and shot him words which did not register to him at all, to be normal. even so, it felt surprisingly pleasant to meet one who didn't have any intentions of taking advantage of his submissive personality, or to spike an offered drink, or to try to tug at his heartstrings. it became apparent that in thinking that he was trying to challenge levels of intellect, she veered from english to.. whatever language she had just used. "are you-- are you looking for something?" he asked, eyes narrowing as he side-stepped the coffee table and took a step forward, redirecting his gaze from her to the vase, then back to her. by the way she took the conversation, he could just about try to believe that what she was looking for was invisible and flat. his expression remained questioning, but he didn't want to reason out anything just yet. did dumbledore allow for transferring students now? with a sudden jolt, he realized that he'd been staring too long. "oh, uhh.. i'm sorry. for staring. you're uhh, you're very pretty--" he stopped himself mid-way, closing his eyes as he smiled at his own lack of formality in the attempts of making himself in the image of normality. upon opening his eyes, he elicited a single huff of amusement at his own abnormality. "i'm kevin, and lacking the intelligence to decode what you've just thrown at me. language is not a strong suit, it seems, nor is talking to pretty ladies," he added lowly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. he gave a nervous smile, and finished, accompanied with a nervous laugh, "umm, would it be better for you if i just left? i don't mean to interrupt whatever you have going on here." somethingwords, outfit, sorry for the long wait! >: kevin is stumped.

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[charlotte]

I NEED TO GET MY STORY STRAIGHT

TAG KEVIN WORDS 827 OUTFIT CLICKY NOTES OH, I DON'T MIND A WAIT c: TAKE YOUR TIME, LOVE....WOW OKAY WROTE A BIT MUCH THERE, DIDN'T I?

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Charlotte had to admit that as cruel as it was, she was rather satisfied by his confusion....at the same time, however, the 'lost puppy dog' expression on his face had succeeded at striking a chord in her heart and she couldn't help but feel rather guilty for taking his sheepish attempt at guessing her nationality as a challenge. Again, Charlotte had managed to turn people away - just like she always did. She hadn't meant to scare him off, but her sharp tongue and competitive nature had done it for her. Already, he seemed to be looking for the simplest escape route. Yet, at the same time, Charlotte really didn't care what he thought of her. She still had the judgement that he would be manipulative and arrogant simply because he was head boy and everybody loved him, and she didn't want to let go of that just yet. She liked being right. What she did not like was being proven wrong.

Trying to piece together whatever hope for a potential friendship, aquaintanceship, anything, really, was left, Charlotte put on her most patient smile and commented, "Clearly, you're not Irish...though I should've guessed as much. Your French was tainted with an English accent." She (tactfully) didn't mention the fact that she'd spoken to him in English before and that her heavy accent would have clued most people on to the fact that she was a native of Ireland.

Although that would've answered his questions as to what language she had been speaking, he still looked confused. "Are you- are you looking for something?" he asked, seeming to stumble over his words a bit. This lack of confidence surprised Charlotte just a bit. She hadn't expected Kevin Hart, modern Ravenclaw legend, to be the nervous type, but clearly she didn't have him pinned at first glance like she wanted to believe she did. "Oh, yes, sorry," she answered, her cheeks flushing a bright pink. She wasn't sure why she had apologized, nor what she was apologizing for, but it was too late to take it back now. "I, um, well...it sounds a little stupid, but I've been looking for my cat...it's bathtime, you see and..." She broke off there, wanting to give herself a good smack in the back of the head. Great, now you've got yourself sounding like one of those crazy cat-ladies...like Great Aunt Abigail...

Charlotte sighed, not sure how well this 'salvaging the relationship' thing was going to work out in her favor. She was clearly not the most socially adept person at this school. Knowing that he was so revered - by Ravenclaw house, at the very least - probably meant that he had plenty of other friends to be speaking with right now. There was no good reason that Kevin should be wasting his time on her.

Charlotte looked up from the spot on the rug that she had been refusing to lift her eyes off of and found that he was looking at her. "Ohh, uhh, I'm sorry," he apologized, then went on to compliment her and introduce himself. Charlotte blushed. "I, er...what? I mean...thank you....for calling me...pretty?" she stammered. Goddamn it, Charlotte...just take the compliment! "Yes, thank you." She swallowed and mustered up the courage to admit that he wasn't so bad on the eyes, either, but it just came out as, "You, um...I...I think...I'd say...you're pretty as well? Wait, no! You're not a girl...I...wow. I'm sorry. Hi, Kevin. I'm Charlotte. I apologize for, erm, gracing you with my presence." Hopefully the sarcastic jab at herself would at least get a smile out of him and make him forget at least a little bit of the stupidity that had flown out of her mouth just a few moments ago.

"No! Don't leave," Charlotte replied much too quickly and eagerly when asked if it would be better if he went off and did whatever it was that surprisingly-nervous Ravenclaw golden boys did. Her social life was going to get absolutely nowhere if she kept scaring people off like this....it made her wonder exactly what it had been that had turned him away. The Gaelic, probably...you probably intimidated him. Nice going, Charlotte. "I mean, I'd, um...I'd really appreciate some help. Just...if you see a cat - a male tabby, about this long and skinny as a twig - could you please just let me know?" The words sounded even more dumb coming out of her mouth than they had in her brain...not that she had thought before she spoke. No, Charlotte Evercourt had a bad habit of pretty much never thinking. Perhaps that explained her failing grade in Potions class....