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Post by ethan on May 27, 2012 17:41:08 GMT
Note: Just as a note Ethan has found his way into the fourth floor lavatory. Just so you can visualize better. This was so not happening. Was it? The Slytherin blinked. Oh, yes by the looks of things he was still very much so trapped in the girl's bathroom. Why and how it happened was something that he really didn't want to think about at the moment. By no means was he some sort of fellow that took joy in trying to spy on girls like some sort of over-active hormone filled thirteen year old. Instead it was nothing more then a misunderstanding but for some strange reason when it came to men being caught in the girl's bathroom there were certain reactions that always happened and none of them permitted a person to explain themselves. Indeed, even though there had been a time where he had sunk low enough to try to view such things in his younger years, the time that had passed did wonders and he was by no means that same boy. This time was nothing more then him not quite paying attention and getting the wrong door. Yes, that was very much so possible when there just happened to be a very pretty blonde that had caught his attention all ending in him picking the wrong door. By the looks of things, he would have bet that the person in question distracted him on purpose and wanted him to get in trouble. Even if that was a little on the far fetched side, that was the story that he was going to be sticking with. Seeing as he had dated a large number of the female population of the school, there was a small chance that the gender as a whole was doing something to get back at him for the fact that he was pretty close to the worst boyfriend on the planet.
Ethan swore quietly, as he tried the door leading to the hallway yet again. Sadly enough the bloody thing was still stuck. And the last thing he wanted to do was get caught by any of the females whom happened to be using said area. No, he was not about to go check and see if there was anyone else there. Indeed, that was far from a good idea or any reason at all. It was better to stand there and try to escape then it was risking getting accused of trying to see certain female parts of the body or whatever the hell it was that they worried about. Honestly, as much time as females tended to spend in the bathroom, he really did wonder if males were kept out only because it happened to be a place where the gender as a whole liked to gather together for meetings of some sort of world ending kind. After all, what else would girls travel in herds to the bathroom? There had to be something going on that he didn't know about and the fact of the matter was that he really didn't care to know what went on either. All that the Slytherin wanted at that current moment was nothing more or less then for the door to magically free itself and for him to get out of there without anyone being the wiser. He glanced behind himself paranoid that there was something or someone behind him and tried the door yet again, reserving no less then the same result. Things were not looking up and how and why the door was even stuck was a bit of a mystery to him. Still explaining to a girl why he happened to be trapped in their bathroom anyway was something that he didn't feel like doing.
Though maybe he would get lucky and they would understand or at least let him speak before they tried to maim him in some manner or another. After all, it wasn't like he would bring his books and other school supplies with him if he was spying on them. At least he hoped that any girl would realize that. "Oh, come on." He muttered at the door, staring at its wooden surface. Trapped in the last place that he would have ever wanted to be. Bloody place didn't even have a coffee pot. Not that he wanted one in the bathroom, that was just gross. Ethan however lacked the time to think on such things clearly as a sound broke his thoughts. Turning to face it, he knew one thing; he had been caught.
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Post by abbey on May 27, 2012 18:09:29 GMT
. tell the world
i'm coming home . Suppressing a breathy yawn, Abbey stared absently at the swirling graffiti adorned on the inside of the bathroom stall with nothing more than a blank expression. It wasn't nearly as profane as some of the ones she'd come across on many of the various nature-encouraged visits to the 4th floor lavatory but it maintained semblance to the usual themes her fellow females took a fancy in anouncing anonymously via bathroom stall. In some cases, the more creative offenders would draw mini-comic featurettes charmed to traverse the walls of the stall - which had always managed to distract her in some form or another - even in the case of the downright obsene. The changeable sprawl in question however, was relatively fixed in its occupied space - though bold in its large black letters and attributed with a spinning feature. Admittedly, she was more taken by its movement than the content in general - which was probably written in several other formats in other stalls. After all, it was fairly generic to call someone a slag. Even if the names of the person mentioned were usually different she was pretty certain slag was the most popular word used along with mudblood, blood traitor and love. In any case, the bathroom stall was like a collaboration of anonymous professions of secrets - whether of hatred or love. Abbey, never much cared to remember most of what was written - but if done is in some ellaborate way, her eyes were always drawn to it. It helped if they were directly in her line of view.
Hearing the bathroom door open and close with its usual groan of reluctance for the second time since she'd been in there, her attention slipped, her eyes unfocusing as sound became the prevalent sense - almost in a habitual manner. She couldn't see outside of the stall apart from the narrow slits along the side and the open gap under the stall, but the intruder hadn't seemed to wander that far. It was hardly noteworthy though, to process behind simple acknowledgement. At least... not until a male voice sounded in complaint. Blinking with sudden bemusement, she took to the expected procedure and flushed the toilet, robes licking at her ankles as she exited the stall. At first sight of the male figure standing at the washroom entrance, Abbey said nothing - merely staring at what appeared to be the victim. As the responsible Prefect that she was supposed to be, she should have scolded the male student but was fortunate enough to overhear plans to trap a boy in the girls washroom just moments prior. Had she not been otherwise occupied, she might have said something, but hadn't expected it to actually work. "You're that into blondes?" She blurted out without much thought, still standing outside the stall she'd just exited. The comment was followed by a subtle expression of amusement as she broke from her stance and crossed over to the sinks.
"The door's been jinxed," She said, getting straight to the point as she began washing invisible bacteria from her hands, "It won't open for you from the inside." The prank had been pretty far-fetched and full of obvious holes from what she had overheard but for some reason or another the girls had managed it without much flaw. Of course, they probably hadn't accounted for a certain Ravenclaw Prefect to be an occupant of a stall but it was yet to be said if she would sully their act of revenge or not. Her thoughts were not quite there though, having been distracted by her reflection, and the apparent lack of eyeglasses on her face. A pout formed very slightly as she realized she had forgotten to put them on. By way of reflection, her eyes found the boy again, turning the taps off prior to turning to face him, hands wet, "You look familiar. Are you a sixth year?" She asked, not quite able to pinpoint just where she'd seen him. It would have had to have been often though for her to at least recognize him. Even if he was gnawable eyecandy.
Hands starting to feel cold Abbey moved to dry them, eyes no longer lingering at the boy that had been trapped in the girls bathroom and once more focused on her immediate situation.
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Post by ethan on May 27, 2012 18:20:13 GMT
Alright so it was downright silly for a teenager of sixteen to find himself stuck in the opposite gender's bathroom. The fact that it was completely by mistake was also something that made the whole thing even that much worse. It seemed that the female population did not what to hear any amount of explanation (even if it was completely just and rational) no they always seemed to freak if there was a male lingering in anything that was labeled for girls only. Indeed, there was not even a single chance in hell that he wanted to have any of those females find him. Odds were that they would converge on him and he would never be seen or heard from again. Which as odd of a thought as that really was, there was just that feeling that lingered in the back of the Slytherin's mind that made the whole thing seem that much more possible. Really was enough to worry a guy. There really was that part of him that had that sudden feeling that he was some sort of a prey animal on the African plains, surrounded by a pride of lions. But even that was something that was funny in itself. Seeing as he was safe within a castle and as many odd things that happened in Hogwarts, what he was just thinking was not something that seemed to happened. Either way, getting caught in the girl's lavatory of all places was not on the list of what he wanted to do today. And it wasn't like he was going it on purpose, surely there were other cases as to people getting trapped in the bathrooms of the opposite sex. No? Well, it was perhaps even a long shot even thinking something like that. But even that wasn't going to save him when he did actually hear a voice and found himself caught.
Still the words that were spoken were not the ones that he was expecting, that was for sure. While he was happy to see that he thus far was not getting pelted by only God knows what girls liked to throw at intruders he found himself more then slightly confused by the girl's words. "What do you mean am I that distracted by blondes? And why would someone do that to the door?" Okay, so it was true that there was more then a small part of Ethan Briggs that was slightly (or really more then that) distracted by blonde haired females under the right conditions. Though it was safe to say that he could be distracted by any hair colour if things just happened to fall that way. There was just something about blondes, however, that made it all that much easier. As for why someone would do that to the door and to him in particular. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out even if there was a part of the Slytherin that wanted to play dumb over the matter. He had recently broke up with his latest girlfriend and that was surely the reason behind that. For some reason it seemed like most of the girls in the school had something against him or found something wrong with the way that he was treating them once they were granted the pleasure of being his arm candy and/or general snogging receiver. One would think that girls were more grateful then they were seeing as he was just the best Quidditch keeper in the whole bloody school and he was handsome to boot but for some strange reason that was never enough. The whole gender really was hardly worth the trouble that they seemed to cause and worse yet here he was stuck in the girl's bathroom with, you guessed it, another girl.
Though what was starting to worry him more then anything was the fact that the Ravenclaw (by the robes anyway) he seemed to be trapped with did not appear to give so much as a toss about the fact that he was there. Perhaps that was a good thing, just maybe seeing as she already knew about what was going on maybe he wouldn't find himself up to his eyes in detentions for the rest of the year for something that really wasn't his fault for a change. Ethan remained by the exit to the bathroom while the witch spoke not too keen on leaving it as he tried to figure out exactly who the witch was that was conversing with him. Because for some strange reason he could not place her at that moment and odder still was the fact that she was not hard on the eyes and yet he was still having that problem. For some reason or another she did not come up on his radar until now. "Uh... yeah. I'm a sixth year." He replied feeling a little awkward still imagining himself polishing the trophy room until school let out for the summer holiday. And with those feelings were also some of complete puzzlement. How did she not know who he was? Bloody hell, he was like a bloody celebrity and she didn't know who he was? Not even a guess? "I would think I look familiar. Pretty much the whole school at least knows who I am thanks to Quidditch." Honestly if she couldn't figure it out with that hit she was hopeless.
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Post by abbey on May 27, 2012 18:59:29 GMT
. tell the world
i'm coming home . Surely, for any normal female - the presence of a male individual in the girl's bathroom would make for an awkward air, whilst she went about maintaining hygiene as well as her lavatory etiquette - if there were ever such a thing. But Abbey didn't even have to act that that was not the case. In fact, it didn't bother her at all. As far as she was concerned, the unfortunate male individual was probably far more uncomfortable than she could have been. Not that she particularly cared, it was his own fault for getting distracted. The odds of something like that actually working was somewhat unfathomable, though she was left to assume that they might have jinxed him - unless of course, he really did like blondes that much. All the same, there was nothing to be done now. He was there and she, well she wasn't sure what she wanted to do about it. As a Prefect she was expected to respond appropriately but it wasn't like she had to be 'on-duty' all day everday. Seriously. She was in the bathroom for Merlin's sake. They weren't that uptight about it. And if they were - she hadn't been stripped of her position for any of the other of her less responsible moments. Getting involved in the every small prank and minding of others was usually too exhuasting anyway. Granted, now that she was in the bathroom with the boy - him given no way out, she was in part, somewhat involved now. It didn't change her stance any however, as she went about drying her hands - opting to ignore his questioning on the what's and why's.
As he answered her question by way of ellaboration to his supposed rank on the popularity scale she turned to him - hands dry now, with a rather indifferent expression, tilting her head slightly at him. Part of her was checking him out now that he'd become her focal point, while another tried to pry at her memory to little avail, "I guess I fall into the minority then... Oh... no wait," She drew closer, stopping a couple feet before him, having to tilt her head up at him to get a better view of his face, "You're that Quidditch guy," She stated, not at all confident enough in remembering much more about him. She honestly couldn't place him. Shrugging off the thought, she crossed her arms staring up at the guy, just that bit more as he memory slowly pieced itself together, "The Slytherin Keeper." Dropping the contemplative look, she gave up trying to pin point on a name, "I'm not good with names..." She confessed, hearing laughter from beyond the castle walls. Distraction pulling her attention, she turned around and walked over to the window, glancing out onto the grounds to see students pooring out - one in particular wearing bright yellow, rolling around in the grass. Odd fellow.
Recalling the male in her vicinity she turned back to him, resting against the window sill, "I'm Abbey by the way." Assuming that he had about as much of a clue as to whom she was, as she did him. They had classes together surely, but her attention span had never bothered to linger on a large portion of her fellow sixth years. And most times - if she did notice the Slytherins, it was usually because of a friend she'd had there or an ex-boyfriend. Not that she could attest to that happening often. There were very few people that could capture her attention longer than a couple seconds or so. Particularly in the case of ex's. Drama had a tendency to happen on their account and she was not fond of drama. Not in the least. And that - she had a sneaking suspicion, was exactly what would be waiting for them outside bathroom. So for now, she propped herself up onto the window sill, sitting on the cold stone ledge, "Some girls are trying to get revenge on you," She finally ellaborated, "Something about luring and locking you in here to teach you a lesson for cheating on one of them or something." As for the door jinx, well by what she was able to remember of it, it was gender specificed so they could leave after jinxing the door. They hadn't accounted for the Ravenclaw to be there though.
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Post by ethan on May 28, 2012 20:36:17 GMT
It was more then slightly surprising that Ethan had run across someone who didn't know who he was. In fact, the whole thing was just a blow to his ego to put it lightly as possible. Yeah, there were students that didn't pay much attention to the game (though he still found them completely and totally nuts) and that was their choice but actually finding himself face to face with one of them was a whole other matter entirely. Everything aside from his prank war with Weasley was built on the fact that he was good, no make that great, at quidditch and thus that was really his whole life. And then there were people like the one in front of him that totally didn't know who he was or anything. Though one would think that they could remember him for something, it wasn't like he was that forgettable or anything. Was he? Well, even though he was quite frankly offended by the witch's lack of knowledge there wasn't a single chance that he was going to bring up the fact for the risk of angering the Ravenclaw. After all, he was sorta trapped in the girls bathroom of all places and she was the only one that the door would open for. Common sense was telling him that he needed to be nice to her because without her help it was only a matter of time before he got caught by someone who did actually seem to care that he was standing in the bathroom of the wrong gender. And it went without saying that the whole situation was really enough to keep the Slytherin on his toes and from saying what he was thinking. After all, it was weird enough that she didn't seem to give a toss about the whole thing.
Ethan snorted however when the Ravenclaw did manage a slight guess on who he was. Indeed, without a doubt he was now being subjected to being proclaimed as that Quidditch guy now. Were there really any crueler words spoken? He had spent more then a good part of his life working on his Quidditch reputation and the fact of the matter was that he was damn good at being a keeper. And that was just that. His talent was everything to him and he was going to be the best even though his father was ever hopeful that the Slytherin would come up with another love in life. Hopefully one less dangerous but the odds were so far against that, that it didn't even have odds of happening. Still he found it more then slightly odd that she didn't know who he was. Was a shame really. But maybe in some unknown way it was better for her to be clueless then holding some unknown grudge herself. "Yeah, that's me. The Keeper. Ethan Briggs." He said, trying to figure out how in the hell that he would ever manage to be someone that stuck into the mind of a person that couldn't remember names. At the very least it made a little more sense then it did before. It was safe to say that he was not exactly unknown to the population of non-quidditch watchers. Merely it was just that the Ravenclaw had a terrible memory. At the very least though, she had an appearance to make up for that fact.
It was easy to say that she was easy on the eyes and aside from the fact that he was ever so slightly at her mercy. Though all that aside at least the Ravenclaw didn't seem to be in any sort of hurry to hold the fact that he was between a rock and a hard place at the moment against him. No that he was complaining, it really was better that way. "Hello." He replied to the giving her name with a bit of awkwardness, seeing as they were exchanging names in the bathroom like it was just the most normal thing on the planet. Maybe it was for females but for some reason to Ethan it just seemed slightly wrong. He shifted around in place a bit as Abbey went about explaining the revenge plot the females had come up for him. Indeed, he was starting to get tired of standing in one place but moving was just a bad idea. He frowned. "Because I cheated on one of them? I never did that. Cheated." Though he wasn't sure who the angry female in question was. "I've never cheated on any of them." And despite what the female population liked to think, in his mind he had never done any such thing. "Well, uh, with that solved, you mind opening the door for me? Can't say this is how I want to spend my afternoon. In a bathroom." Though odds were that really did go without saying
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