Ch11 Unfinished Business and Quaffle Printed Underwear
Dedicated to Ashley, because she tells it like it is.
Corin sat on her four poster bed in her dormitory, packing. She put in a few light sweaters, flats, jeans, but kept thinking about the bicker she had had with Necia earlier, it was rather stupid actually, she had told her self dozens of times, and tomorrow everything will be fine. Right? Right.
Her dormitory was empty, except for herself. All the sixth years had already left straight after the Yule Ball. It was rather nice, it being empty, she felt that she could finally think, instead of girls coming up to her every moment trying to persuade her to let them borrow her clothes. Maybe I could ask Necia if she wanted to come with me to the estate in Ireland for the holidays, I'm sure mum and dad wouldn't mind... Corin kept thinking as she started putting her robes in her suit case, the last thing that was on her mind was the detention she had after holidays in the trophy closet, cleaning.
She had considered the job quite terrible, fit for a house elf, she had told her self countless times. Corin did pity the house elves at some points, but she figured that it was their job, they enjoyed it. Corin had been brought up in a very sheltered manner and with countless house elves and homes, as a child, she had a governess, who taught her basic arithmacy, basic astronomy, history of magic up to 1860 and taught her how to make a worthy garden. Teachers loved Corin, she was quiet and well learnt, many girls envied Corin, because she always had the best of everything and wore everything that was new and in style, no shabby robes. And boys were smitten with her, because she was virtually perfect, she was shy, but very pretty and mysterious, she had that type of effect on boys, not the kind that veelas had, but they always seemed to want to see her more.
As Corin put her last pair of ballet flats into her suit case, she pondered Christoph. He was perfect, in every way. Came from a good family, her parents would be pleased. But there seemed to be something missing, he always seemed elsewhere, and wasn't smitten with her like others where, he treated her with respect and didn't go gaga over her, which she did appreciate, but she wasn't used to being liked for her intellect, and not for her face.
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Helena walked along with Brody down the corridor toward the Slytherin Common room. They hadn't spoken since they had left Snape's office, it was rather odd that he had taken points away from their house, he hardly ever did that, and when he did, it wasn't for stupid reasons like being out in the garden. She also didn't understand her detention; it was in the trophy room, of all places, polishing things. Helena didn't mind using a bit of elbow grease, but the thought of using her own spit to make a mirror out of a House Cup from 1930 made her shudder. Brody, had fortunately gotten away without detention, but he still ignored her glance every once and a while.
When they finally arrived at the dungeon, Brody still hadn't spoken to her, Helena sighed for a moment and looked around the Common Room, noticing a tall blonde girl wearing light blue robes and Xander Dolus making out in the middle of the common room, being stared at by first years in awe.
"Er..Dolus, if you're going to make out man, go to the Astronomy Tower or something...some of us have already been scarred for life with dreams about Professor Flitwick wearing lingerie—"Brody started, finally talking after a long silence.
Helena stifled a giggle and then saw who the mystery woman in light blue was as she turned around—
Clarissa Cirqueau.
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Necia sat in the common room, reading a discarded Witches Weekly absent- mindedly, People actually believe this rubbish? she thought as she turned the page to the gossip columns, which mostly were about Harry Potter, but that didn't really interest Necia much, especially when they said that his scar was in a shape of a spoon rather than a lightening bolt. Necia turned the pages quietly and noticed Corin coming down the steps, large suitcase in hand, she still hadn't seemed to notice Necia, which Necia was okay with, That over-wealthy bitch over-reacts to everything, even when she knows she's wrong. She thought as she pretended to be interested in an article about the Weird Sisters. Soon, she noticed Corin sitting in the couch across from her, watching her very critically, Corin, who wasn't one with words, always stared, it had annoyed Necia a bit when she first noticed it when she was eight and Necia was seven, but after a while Necia had become immune to her stare. But finally, as she could tell Corin was pointing out her every flaw in her brain, she spoke out.
"What in god's name are you so interested about?"
"Er..I'm—"Corin stuttered a bit
"What?!" Necia said a pitch louder
"—sorry." Corin finally got out after a few moments of silence.
"Good, you should be, after you embarrassed yourself like that." Necia said matter-of-factly and continued mock reading.
"Do you want to come with me to the estate in Ireland, Necia?" Corin questioned, she always used her wealth in times of despair.
"Yeah sure fine." Necia mumbled "But only as long as the little house elves put stunned chocolate frogs on my pillow like last summer." Necia grinned as Corin almost knocked the air out of her with a hug.
"Christ woman, let me breathe." Necia muttered
"Sorry! I'm just so excited, I wonder if Helena could come too, that would be so brilliant, wouldn't it Ness?" Corin grinned giddily and ran up the staircase, "I'm off to owl Helena, and make sure you pack plenty of sweaters, the winters in Ireland are four times as bad as the winters here!" Corin giggled and ran into her dorm, closing her door behind her.
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Matt sat on his bed in the boy's dormitories, still in shock about the night, and his feet were aching after being stepped on too much by his less than captivating date, Julia. After his second butter beer, he had deserted the dance and headed back to his dorms, leaving Julia, who was in deep conversation with a tall gangly male student from Beauxbatons. He had even told Julia 'to not drool too much on her silk robes, it might take the guys eyes off your boobs', and Julia had simply said while looking deeply into the male's eyes, 'Mmmhmmm, yeah whatever you say, Matt.' Matt had figured that was his cue to go, so he left nonchalantly, tapping Alex on the shoulder before he left, but he was too distracted by his new veela friend who was practically ripping his lips off, but he simply told him "Er..have fun mate." and left.
And that put him where he was now, sitting on his bed, still trying to remember why he had bothered going to the useless ball in the first place, why he hadn't gotten up the courage to ask Corin before her cherub-like Durmstrang date had, and why he had worn his boxers with little quaffles on inside out. But he simply laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, memorizing every crack.
Dedicated to Ashley, because she tells it like it is.
Corin sat on her four poster bed in her dormitory, packing. She put in a few light sweaters, flats, jeans, but kept thinking about the bicker she had had with Necia earlier, it was rather stupid actually, she had told her self dozens of times, and tomorrow everything will be fine. Right? Right.
Her dormitory was empty, except for herself. All the sixth years had already left straight after the Yule Ball. It was rather nice, it being empty, she felt that she could finally think, instead of girls coming up to her every moment trying to persuade her to let them borrow her clothes. Maybe I could ask Necia if she wanted to come with me to the estate in Ireland for the holidays, I'm sure mum and dad wouldn't mind... Corin kept thinking as she started putting her robes in her suit case, the last thing that was on her mind was the detention she had after holidays in the trophy closet, cleaning.
She had considered the job quite terrible, fit for a house elf, she had told her self countless times. Corin did pity the house elves at some points, but she figured that it was their job, they enjoyed it. Corin had been brought up in a very sheltered manner and with countless house elves and homes, as a child, she had a governess, who taught her basic arithmacy, basic astronomy, history of magic up to 1860 and taught her how to make a worthy garden. Teachers loved Corin, she was quiet and well learnt, many girls envied Corin, because she always had the best of everything and wore everything that was new and in style, no shabby robes. And boys were smitten with her, because she was virtually perfect, she was shy, but very pretty and mysterious, she had that type of effect on boys, not the kind that veelas had, but they always seemed to want to see her more.
As Corin put her last pair of ballet flats into her suit case, she pondered Christoph. He was perfect, in every way. Came from a good family, her parents would be pleased. But there seemed to be something missing, he always seemed elsewhere, and wasn't smitten with her like others where, he treated her with respect and didn't go gaga over her, which she did appreciate, but she wasn't used to being liked for her intellect, and not for her face.
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Helena walked along with Brody down the corridor toward the Slytherin Common room. They hadn't spoken since they had left Snape's office, it was rather odd that he had taken points away from their house, he hardly ever did that, and when he did, it wasn't for stupid reasons like being out in the garden. She also didn't understand her detention; it was in the trophy room, of all places, polishing things. Helena didn't mind using a bit of elbow grease, but the thought of using her own spit to make a mirror out of a House Cup from 1930 made her shudder. Brody, had fortunately gotten away without detention, but he still ignored her glance every once and a while.
When they finally arrived at the dungeon, Brody still hadn't spoken to her, Helena sighed for a moment and looked around the Common Room, noticing a tall blonde girl wearing light blue robes and Xander Dolus making out in the middle of the common room, being stared at by first years in awe.
"Er..Dolus, if you're going to make out man, go to the Astronomy Tower or something...some of us have already been scarred for life with dreams about Professor Flitwick wearing lingerie—"Brody started, finally talking after a long silence.
Helena stifled a giggle and then saw who the mystery woman in light blue was as she turned around—
Clarissa Cirqueau.
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Necia sat in the common room, reading a discarded Witches Weekly absent- mindedly, People actually believe this rubbish? she thought as she turned the page to the gossip columns, which mostly were about Harry Potter, but that didn't really interest Necia much, especially when they said that his scar was in a shape of a spoon rather than a lightening bolt. Necia turned the pages quietly and noticed Corin coming down the steps, large suitcase in hand, she still hadn't seemed to notice Necia, which Necia was okay with, That over-wealthy bitch over-reacts to everything, even when she knows she's wrong. She thought as she pretended to be interested in an article about the Weird Sisters. Soon, she noticed Corin sitting in the couch across from her, watching her very critically, Corin, who wasn't one with words, always stared, it had annoyed Necia a bit when she first noticed it when she was eight and Necia was seven, but after a while Necia had become immune to her stare. But finally, as she could tell Corin was pointing out her every flaw in her brain, she spoke out.
"What in god's name are you so interested about?"
"Er..I'm—"Corin stuttered a bit
"What?!" Necia said a pitch louder
"—sorry." Corin finally got out after a few moments of silence.
"Good, you should be, after you embarrassed yourself like that." Necia said matter-of-factly and continued mock reading.
"Do you want to come with me to the estate in Ireland, Necia?" Corin questioned, she always used her wealth in times of despair.
"Yeah sure fine." Necia mumbled "But only as long as the little house elves put stunned chocolate frogs on my pillow like last summer." Necia grinned as Corin almost knocked the air out of her with a hug.
"Christ woman, let me breathe." Necia muttered
"Sorry! I'm just so excited, I wonder if Helena could come too, that would be so brilliant, wouldn't it Ness?" Corin grinned giddily and ran up the staircase, "I'm off to owl Helena, and make sure you pack plenty of sweaters, the winters in Ireland are four times as bad as the winters here!" Corin giggled and ran into her dorm, closing her door behind her.
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Matt sat on his bed in the boy's dormitories, still in shock about the night, and his feet were aching after being stepped on too much by his less than captivating date, Julia. After his second butter beer, he had deserted the dance and headed back to his dorms, leaving Julia, who was in deep conversation with a tall gangly male student from Beauxbatons. He had even told Julia 'to not drool too much on her silk robes, it might take the guys eyes off your boobs', and Julia had simply said while looking deeply into the male's eyes, 'Mmmhmmm, yeah whatever you say, Matt.' Matt had figured that was his cue to go, so he left nonchalantly, tapping Alex on the shoulder before he left, but he was too distracted by his new veela friend who was practically ripping his lips off, but he simply told him "Er..have fun mate." and left.
And that put him where he was now, sitting on his bed, still trying to remember why he had bothered going to the useless ball in the first place, why he hadn't gotten up the courage to ask Corin before her cherub-like Durmstrang date had, and why he had worn his boxers with little quaffles on inside out. But he simply laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, memorizing every crack.