A/N: As said before, This chapter is in 'normal' style, but diary extracts
will be put in as and when I want to. As this is just a practise in style
and speech wise, plus pacing, I will accept ideas if you have them.
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"Izzy! Wait up!" Lin hurled himself forward, coming to a skidding stop and finally crashing into a bank of lockers. Directly in front of Kirsty, the girl, quote 'with the longest slimmest legs, and gorgeous-est smile, and eyes, and hair, and the prettiest way of scrunching up her nose' unquote. Who looked disdainfully his way, and then away.
"Kudos," Izzy greeted her friend. "Crashing into her locker, and leaving a sizable Lin-shaped dent. Memorable, yes. Romantic, I think not, my friend."
Lin groaned, and hung his head. "How is it I get stupid around her? And strangely literal," he added, thinking about it. Izzy shrugged cheerfully.
"Anya and Xander genes. Bound to express themselves some way," she explained. "Literal stuff is Anya. The crashing, falling and in any other way ritual embarrassment is pure Xander."
" So I'm doomed to fail romantically for the rest of my life?" Lin spluttered. Izzy shook her head.
"Nope. If an ex vengeance demon comes along, she might find you attractive," she answered reasonably. Lin sighed.
"I'm doomed."
"How goes the Libby fiasco?" Izzy asked, shoving copious numbers of books into her locker, and keeping them there by the simple process of slamming the door on them, and praying they didn't fall out. Izzy often wondered why a spell didn't exist for this kind of thing.
"You mean, has she gotten over the cheerleader-esque complex?" Lin rephrased. "Sadly no." Izzy shuddered.
"We're a perfectly normal family grouping of freaks and geeks. Why would she want to change that?" she asked.
"I don't think Libby had floating stuffed animals when she was small," Lin answered thoughtfully. Izzy discovered she'd forgotten a book, and had to re-open the locker, scattering books all over the floor.
"Correction, Lincoln. I had floating stuffed animals, courtesy of my mother's amazing tactics for amusing children she cannot turn into toadstools. You only had floating animals because that was the one spell I learnt before I was five."
"True," he nodded. "I still maintain that floating stuffed animals changes your perspective on life," he added resolutely. Izzy stood up, books sliding from her arms, and stuffing them back into her locker, unconscious of the numerous people they attracted. Lincoln and Izzy seemed to attract people by default.
"Oh absolutely," she agreed. "Life just isn't life as we know it unless you've seen a stuffed elephant sail through the air." They exchanged a grin.
"Class?" Izzy suggested. Lin smacked his hand to his face. Izzy waited patiently.
"I've forgotten Mrs Radowski's homework," Lin explained. Izzy frowned, the Rosenberg resolve face rising to the surface.
"No. Nuh uh, no way, no how, not happening!" she announced, at Lin's production of puppy-eyes. "I will not make you invisible homework! That spell doesn't even exist, Lin! Mom used it as an illustration! I am not pushing myself to the brink of explusion because you forgot an assignment when you were drooling over the school picture of Kirsty!" She paused for breath. "And may I add a hearty 'ew' to that? Get a real picture, and stop using the picture of our school's students as a tool to-"
Lin clapped a hand over Izzy's mouth.
"Nothing to see, or hear!" he said loudly, to the amused and interested clusters of others standing nearby. He turned Izzy to face him.
"Your use of exclamation marks, Izz is as ever, astounding," he stated. "Now please, before you embarrass," he paused in his speech, and considered, "Okay, me, stop, and think of the life time of embarrassing stories I have about you, and-"
"You wouldn't." Izzy's blue eyes widened in horror. "Lincoln Capitalist Harris, you wouldn't!"
"I would," he said satisfied, ignoring her use of his extremely humiliating full name. His mother had had considerably more influence over his name than she had his sister's.
"Just think. Seth gets to know all about last summer, at camp where you-" he began gleefully. Izzy, turning a shade of dull red, interrupted.
"All right, all right! No public humiliation. Got it. But no tell Seth- age," she ordered. Lincoln stared at her.
"You really like him, don't you, Izz?" he asked, grinning. Izzy glared.
"Goddess Hecate, work thy will," she began.
"Hey, no goddessing or Hecate calling. Magic free in the corridors, remember?' Lincoln said, laughing. Izzy folded her arms across her chest.
"Yes. I like him. Happy now?"
"Sure," he shrugged. "Not my problem who you have a crush on." He dodged, as she swiped at him.
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A/N: Short chapter, to test response. You want more,
REVIEW!
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"Izzy! Wait up!" Lin hurled himself forward, coming to a skidding stop and finally crashing into a bank of lockers. Directly in front of Kirsty, the girl, quote 'with the longest slimmest legs, and gorgeous-est smile, and eyes, and hair, and the prettiest way of scrunching up her nose' unquote. Who looked disdainfully his way, and then away.
"Kudos," Izzy greeted her friend. "Crashing into her locker, and leaving a sizable Lin-shaped dent. Memorable, yes. Romantic, I think not, my friend."
Lin groaned, and hung his head. "How is it I get stupid around her? And strangely literal," he added, thinking about it. Izzy shrugged cheerfully.
"Anya and Xander genes. Bound to express themselves some way," she explained. "Literal stuff is Anya. The crashing, falling and in any other way ritual embarrassment is pure Xander."
" So I'm doomed to fail romantically for the rest of my life?" Lin spluttered. Izzy shook her head.
"Nope. If an ex vengeance demon comes along, she might find you attractive," she answered reasonably. Lin sighed.
"I'm doomed."
"How goes the Libby fiasco?" Izzy asked, shoving copious numbers of books into her locker, and keeping them there by the simple process of slamming the door on them, and praying they didn't fall out. Izzy often wondered why a spell didn't exist for this kind of thing.
"You mean, has she gotten over the cheerleader-esque complex?" Lin rephrased. "Sadly no." Izzy shuddered.
"We're a perfectly normal family grouping of freaks and geeks. Why would she want to change that?" she asked.
"I don't think Libby had floating stuffed animals when she was small," Lin answered thoughtfully. Izzy discovered she'd forgotten a book, and had to re-open the locker, scattering books all over the floor.
"Correction, Lincoln. I had floating stuffed animals, courtesy of my mother's amazing tactics for amusing children she cannot turn into toadstools. You only had floating animals because that was the one spell I learnt before I was five."
"True," he nodded. "I still maintain that floating stuffed animals changes your perspective on life," he added resolutely. Izzy stood up, books sliding from her arms, and stuffing them back into her locker, unconscious of the numerous people they attracted. Lincoln and Izzy seemed to attract people by default.
"Oh absolutely," she agreed. "Life just isn't life as we know it unless you've seen a stuffed elephant sail through the air." They exchanged a grin.
"Class?" Izzy suggested. Lin smacked his hand to his face. Izzy waited patiently.
"I've forgotten Mrs Radowski's homework," Lin explained. Izzy frowned, the Rosenberg resolve face rising to the surface.
"No. Nuh uh, no way, no how, not happening!" she announced, at Lin's production of puppy-eyes. "I will not make you invisible homework! That spell doesn't even exist, Lin! Mom used it as an illustration! I am not pushing myself to the brink of explusion because you forgot an assignment when you were drooling over the school picture of Kirsty!" She paused for breath. "And may I add a hearty 'ew' to that? Get a real picture, and stop using the picture of our school's students as a tool to-"
Lin clapped a hand over Izzy's mouth.
"Nothing to see, or hear!" he said loudly, to the amused and interested clusters of others standing nearby. He turned Izzy to face him.
"Your use of exclamation marks, Izz is as ever, astounding," he stated. "Now please, before you embarrass," he paused in his speech, and considered, "Okay, me, stop, and think of the life time of embarrassing stories I have about you, and-"
"You wouldn't." Izzy's blue eyes widened in horror. "Lincoln Capitalist Harris, you wouldn't!"
"I would," he said satisfied, ignoring her use of his extremely humiliating full name. His mother had had considerably more influence over his name than she had his sister's.
"Just think. Seth gets to know all about last summer, at camp where you-" he began gleefully. Izzy, turning a shade of dull red, interrupted.
"All right, all right! No public humiliation. Got it. But no tell Seth- age," she ordered. Lincoln stared at her.
"You really like him, don't you, Izz?" he asked, grinning. Izzy glared.
"Goddess Hecate, work thy will," she began.
"Hey, no goddessing or Hecate calling. Magic free in the corridors, remember?' Lincoln said, laughing. Izzy folded her arms across her chest.
"Yes. I like him. Happy now?"
"Sure," he shrugged. "Not my problem who you have a crush on." He dodged, as she swiped at him.
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A/N: Short chapter, to test response. You want more,
REVIEW!