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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 1, 2008 5:47:05 GMT -5
It was Sunday. A perfectly normal Sunday morning, for Riley anyway. Because every Sunday she had a "lazy day" in her room. Or that's wheat everyone else thought. Really, she took a walk out to the whomping willow, and into Hogsmade. Sure, she could have used one of the other routes, but many of the Gryffindors were familiar with them. Well, at least, some of the guys where anyway. The willow was the only passageway that she thought no one knew about, so there was no chance of her getting caught. Right now, she was in Zonko's, as usual. She used many of them to get her out of classes she hated, like Charms. She loved Zonko's. she felt so at home in this place. Right now it was only her. Zonko was in the back, because, as his best customer, Riley was trusted completely on her own. She grabbed a few of her normal purchases, hair dyes, fake wands, not-so-pumpkin juice.Off course, she wasn't that stupid, she knew not to allow anyone to know it was her that dyed Linda's hair green, or spiked Tony's pumpkin juice with love potion, for Linda. Oh no, they must never know these things. Her blond her brushed her shoulders as she spun around the room, her skirt flying up at the same time. It was a bright red, with pink netting underneath, and her favourite. Her top was a white strapless, and had the words, Devil Child, scrawled in red across the front. She was dressed for good weather, as that was the weather today. She grabbed two dye colours, and sitting on the floor, opened their tops. Yes, in the middle of the shop. She couldn't do these things at school, so she done them at the shop. She wanted a pink/purple colour, she she grabbed blue and red, and started to mix.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 1:09:34 GMT -5
James checked behind him carefully, before pushing open the door to Zonko's. It was Sunday, and even though it wasn't an official Hogsmeade week, here James was. The Marauders needed their supplies, and they very well couldn't get them on a Hogsmeade trip with the rest of the school watching. The other three Marauders' were spreading the story that James didn't feel too well, and was catching up on a bit of sleep. He wasn't going to miss all the lessons, just a good two hours of them.
He looked around for Mr. Zonko, but couldn't see him at all. He walked in to the shop fully, and walked down one of the aisle. He noticed a girl with blonde hair, ast in the middle of it. He recognised her. She was in his year and the Seeker on Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"Riley?" He asked, he wanted to make sure before it was her. He walked closer, trying to see what she was doing. He was nosy like that, you see.
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 10:41:55 GMT -5
[(OOC ;; Sorry About Mistakes In The One I Wrote Above, My Spellcheck/Grammar thing broke, It wouldn't let me click the button &+ James, It's Sunday. No Classes xD.)]She heard the door open, but didn't glance up, assuming that it would be another random customer. It wasn't a Hogwarts weekend, so she doubted that another student would be here. But her head shot up, when she heard someone shuffle towards her, and call her name. From the way she was sitting, she couldn't see who it was, because of the light. She stood up, pushing the bottles behind her on the floor, and scanned their face. She didn't want anyone knowing what she was doing. Not right now anyway. She realised it was James, the captain of the team. But what was he doing here? "James? That you? Why the hell are you here?" she asked, in slight shock. Of all people, she didn't want James here. Not when she had what would be a future embarrassment for him right behind her back. She was still staring at him, and she saw him try to see what was on the floor behind her. "Heh, you really don't want to know what this is, believe me," she nervously told James, answering his unspoken question. She was slowly inching away now, but there was a grin on her face. The only thing wrong with her plan, was the fact that next week, when she pulled this all off, he would know it was her. She had to distract him in some way. Something he was interested in. Quidditch. "Oh, that reminds me, when the next practise, you never told us last time." She prayed that he didn't notice her foul attempt at a subject change.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 12:11:49 GMT -5
[[...That is the last time I roleplay after just waking up. Sorry about that... Um...the marauders take extra classes?]]
James raised an eyebrow, and resisted the urge to cackle evily. He wasn't stupid, he knew the only reason people came in here was to get equpitment for a prank. He didn't push the subjet, though.
"...I'm going to assume I'm here for the same reasons you are," James told her, there. Now he didn't have to say why exactly he was here. Full moon next week, so there wouldn't be much time for pranking, they'd have to make sure everything went 'dandy' - as the saying went.
He looked at her with a little grin,
"Practice is Wednesday just before dinner." He said, still trying to look around her. He looked at the surrounding objects on the aisles. Hair dye? He frowned, everyone knew you didn't dye your own hair with hair dye from a joke shop. He watched her slowly, thinking. Why was she so nervous. He wasn't gunna let this drop.
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 13:34:39 GMT -5
[(Lol, And Totally, Why Would Anyone Want Extra Classes )]
"And what reasons would they be Mr. Potter?" She asked him, a grin on her face. It was simple to tell that he didn't want you to know the truth. She knew that she had to get out of here, before he noticed what she was doing, but, when she saw him looking around the shelves, she knew that her cover was blown. Shit! Now she had to think of a cover story, something that would fool him into believing that he was not in fact the intended target. Even though he was.
She grinned up at him, and tried the one thing she knew would throw him off of her tracks.
"Jammesss?" She placed the bottle on the counter behind him, as sauntered over to him, standing right in front of him and gazing up. She place her hand on his chest, and pushed lightly. "Could you please do my a favour?" You knew you would get a reaction out of him, and hopefully, this would work, and leave him dazzled for long enough to get you out, and take your prank with you, unnoticed by James. She was pressed againts him now, and silently laughing in her head, this was going to be to easy.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 13:40:55 GMT -5
James shrugged lightly, "Oh, you know... just the odd bits." He said, offhandedly. He would figure her out. No doubt about that. James was sure she looked worried for a moment, and he frowned again.
Yeeeeah, he didn't like that grin. What was she planning? He blinked, "Depends what the favour is..." he said slowly, his brain was slowly melting. Damn, why did he have to be straight? This would have been a lot easier if he wasn't. Unfair, unjust...and damn her for being a girl. If she was a boy, he'd have been disguisted enough to move.
[[Oh...good point. I have no excuse for my retardedness then...]]
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 14:17:10 GMT -5
She smiled, noticing the dazed look on his face. It was working, and having him that close to her wasn't only having an affect on him. She forced herself to clear her head, and pushed against him some more. She then stuck out her bottom lip, pouting at him.
"So you wouldn't do anything for me?" She eyes dropped, and she pretended to look upset. She didn't even know what she was doing any more. She listened to his reply, and grinned, standing up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear.
"Well," she grinned against his ear," All I want you to do is this, remember, that you'll never beat me at my own game." She broke away, laughing, and knowing that she had left an effect. If she was lucky, it may be a very visible effect.
She spun around grabbing her bottles.
"Hey Zonko! I'm away, add this stuff to my tab!" She shouted into the back, before turning and walking past James, lightly brushing against him as she left.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 14:23:19 GMT -5
James couldn't even reply to her, he was just shocked. He nodded dumbly. This wasn't fair. You couldn't do this to someone his age. It just wasn't nice. Damn hormones. He listened carefully, and her words snapped him out of it. Her game? Hell no. He's been playing this game since before anyone could remember.
He watched as she walked away, before picking up his senses, and following her out. He didn't need to even walk fast.
"What do you mean your game?" He asked
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 14:39:09 GMT -5
You were laughing in your head, as you slowly walk along the path. You heard him approach you from behind but didn't turn to look. You loved things like this. Playing games and messing around. But if he took it all seriously, then it may all go to hell.
"Okay, It may not be my game babe," She twirled round, her skirt flying up around her legs, "But I sure am the best at it, because, if I remember clearly, I can still speak clearly.
She grinned at him, and started walking again, knowing that he would catch up with her easily. But she didn;t run, she wanted him to catch up. Apart for Quidditch this was the first time she had had a normal conversation with him. And she enjoyed messing round. Hopefully they may become friends. But she didn't get her hopes up, and her shoulders visibly drooped, as she remembered the past, and her lack of close friends. She had to try and fix this. Maybe get some good friends.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 14:42:51 GMT -5
James cocked an eyebrow, and grinned,
"Is that so?" He asked, "...And that was unfair. What was I supopsed to do...now..if you were a guy...You wouldn't be able to speak..."
He continued to walk next to her, she was cool. But it would never be her game, and he'd be willing to prove this. He'd never really spoken to her before.
"So..who you planning on pranking?"
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 15:01:43 GMT -5
She grinned up at him, seeing as he was so much taller than her. She decided, that since he knew she was pranking, she would tel him her true intent, but she wouldn't really prank him. not now that he knew. "Want me to be honest?" She asked him, slipping her arm through his, and holding her bag in the other. "You, but I changed my mind. I was thinking of Lucius, if I can get into the Slytherin Dorms." She grinned at the look on James' face.
"Will you help me?" She questioned him, knowing he wouldn't pass of the chance of a free prank.
"And by the way, next time a girl comes onto you, don't act do star struck. Instant no no." She smirked, playfully slapping his back.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 15:05:23 GMT -5
James smiled,
"Did you think you'd get away with Pranking me? Have you forgotten the three retards that stand on the Quidditch pitch during practice and shout things?"
He looked at their linked arms, and then at her.
"Prank a Slytherin?" He asked, "Of course... I can get you in, if you can keep a secret." He'd use the cloak, but he needed the fact he even owned a cloak to be kept a secret.
He rolled his eyes,
"I wasn't expecting it! It was....It just...happened!"
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 15:24:17 GMT -5
[(OOC ;; I Really Need To Improve My Spelling)]
She laughed at him, "I hoped I could pull it off to be honest. It would have been the highlight of the year. Pranking the Prankster. Pink Hair!" She was laughing by this time, imagining James with pink hair.
Her ears pricked at the word secret, and she smiled, a genuine smile.
"Of course. I wouldn't tell anyone one of my friends secrets." As she said the word friends, a hope sparked in her eyes, visible to any who looked.She wanted James to be her friend.
She raised her eyebrow, "It just happened. Course. I think You Like Me!!" She sang, joking around with him.
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Post by James Potter on Jun 2, 2008 15:28:11 GMT -5
James shrugged,
"You'd have probably managed it, but we'd have gotten you back so bad." He told her, "Pink hair? That's just asking for a bad pranking..."
He smiled, "I can help you get in there then," he said, "You're a good friend then, aren't you?"
"...If anything, you came on to me...I think you like me..."
[[No worries, same here.]
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Post by riley amherst - - - * on Jun 2, 2008 16:04:28 GMT -5
"Yeh, you most likely would have. Remind me never to get on your bad side!" The thought of being pranked by them four was a terrifying thing to think. Even if it wouldn't happen any time soon.
"Of course I'm a good friend. I have to be. I have so few of them that i gave my everything to all of them." She told him, her arm still linked with his. She was glad to have a good friend in this place.
She batted her eyelashes at him, hearing his next comment.
"Of course I like you. Who wouldn't," She grinned wildly, watching for his reaction.
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