Kristin (aka) Butters (snwpnitsirk) wrote,
@ 2008-06-24 20:31:00

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Ahem. Ahem.
Ship any of my characters, past or present, with one of your characters that my character has never shipped with and perhaps you've wondered what would could have been. Even if it means one or both of our characters needs to switch which team their batting for. If you put a slash in it, I'll write it.

[This is me, trying to get my brain working again.]

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	cristina_lacosa 2008-06-25 01:37 am UTC (link)
	You made me do it once so, Evan/Emmeline lmaoo Graeme/Graciela! CUTENESS OVERLOAD Psyke/Lockhart! Even though it happened back in the day lmao (Reply to this)(Thread)

Evan/Emmeline

snwpnitsirk
2008-06-25 03:53 am UTC (link)

Standing in the entrance way to the sitting room of his best friend’s house, Evan casually leaned into the doorframe and watched with great curiosity as the small brunette crawled on hands and knees around the room, looking under every piece of furniture. She had obviously lost something, and while he could have told her that he had picked up her wand on his way into the room, he was having a lot more fun watching her move around like some sort of dog searching for a bone. So, with her wand twirling idly between his fingertips, he stood and observed the little scene that was taking place before him. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. He had been told to meet Caradoc up in his room, but this was just too good to pass up.

“I know I had it when I got here, and…bloody hell, where did it…go…?” She froze in spot, her eyes traveling up from the floor once she saw a pair of shoes out of her peripheral vision. Her hair was hanging in front of her face as those blue eyes stared through brunette strands. Evan raised his brows. “Looking for something?” His mouth twisted into a smirk, as he watched her first blow upwards to get her hair out of her face before raising a hand to brush it away so she could see clearly. It took her a few seconds to see that her wand was in his hand. “That’s mine.” She stated, now carefully getting to her feet. Evan remained standing where he was, even as she extended her hand out to him, her fingers curling as though saying ‘give it back’. “You should really be much more careful with your wand, Vance. Don’t understand why you’re carrying it around with you, anyway…not like you can do much with it outside of school. Besides…it would be such a shame if something were to happen to it.” “Give it back, Evan!” He merely blinked as she stepped forward, her wand still in his hand. “Now, now…no need to get testy.”

There was a pause before he extended it towards her. It wasn’t enough so that she could reach it from where she was standing, but she actually had to take another step closer to him to grab onto the other end. As she did, he pulled back on the wand so that she stumbled forward, now standing very close to him. Her eyes went wide as she stared up at him. There wasn’t really a point to having her so close, besides the fact he liked seeing her squirm. “…let go.” She demanded, holding tightly onto the wand. “Or you’ll do what, Vance?” Evan said with a smirk, knowing that she was only a sixth year and couldn’t use magic outside of school. He, on the other hand, could, so if she tried anything funny, he definitely had the advantage. And with her own wand. Ha.

“Let…go!” She tried to step back, but his hand went to her waist, pulling her even closer to him. His head tilted as he looked down at her, watching as she gasped, feeling her other hand against his chest, trying to distance herself from him. “Why can’t we just get along?” He asked, biting down on his lower lip as he canted her head to the side. “Because I hate you…” The response made him smirk again. “And what, exactly, would it take to get you to change your mind on that?” She opened her mouth, but words got caught in her throat. She couldn’t think of anything to say, and he took the opportunity to pull her closer, those intense eyes staring into her own wide and startled crystal blue orbs before he swooped down to kiss her, hearing her squeak against his mouth as he did so. The kiss was soft, and it was perfect, like almost everything he did was. He could feel her getting tense, but it only lasted for a second before he pulled back, taking in her shocked and surprised expression. Nothing was said between the two of them at first, but eventually, he raised his hand from her waist and tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Hm…wasn’t worth it.” Letting go of the wand, he let the words sink in as he turned his back and exited the room, climbing the stairs to get to his friend as he listened to her storm around, slamming a door as she got to where Juliet had been waiting for her.

“I HATE HIM! I. HATE. HIM!"

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	crocketed 2008-06-25 01:46 am UTC (link)
	ahem. lmao Evan/Mackenzie [LOL RIGHT? It's possible--- perhaps? lmao] Otto/Gleny [aw hufflepuff cuteness] Anneliese annddd.... Graeme [idk they technically dated lmao] BUT I REALLY WANT TO SEE EMMELINE/EVAN LOL <333 (Reply to this)(Thread)

Graeme/Anneliese

snwpnitsirk
2008-06-27 01:35 am UTC (link)

“I don’t want to talk to you right now…”

“O…kay? What did I do? Did I miss something?”

“You know what happened, Graeme…”

Graeme stood beside the couch in the Ravenclaw common room, brows furrowed together to display how utterly confused he was about the entire situation. Anneliese was sitting with her arms crossed over her chest on the furniture he was standing next to, pouting greatly as she avoided eye contact with him. He gawked down at her, his mouth hanging open before he closed it to clear his throat, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Right…right that…that thing that I did. You know, the other day, that thing that you’re mad at me for and-“

“You didn’t even do anything so now I know you’re just saying stuff.”

“I...what? That’s not-…I totally know what happened and…alright, so I’m just saying stuff but you’re supposedly mad at me and, call me crazy, but I’d like to know why…” He leaned his hands into the arm of the couch and looked down at her, watching as she chewed at the inside of her cheek before she responded. “…Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw in Quidditch.” Graeme froze in his place for a second before he let a smirk cross over his features. “So that’s why you don’t want to talk to me? Anneliese…I’m not even on the bloody team!” His voice was filled with amusement, and his mouth turned upwards into a grin, finding it funny that she was this riled up over Quidditch. Then again, this was Anneliese, so he couldn’t have expected anything less. “No, you’re not, but you’re still a Gryffindor, aren’t you?” “…yeah?” “Exactly.” “…what?” He raised his eyebrows and moved over to take a seat beside her on the couch. “Let me get this straight…you’re upset with me because I’m associated with the people who beat you at Quidditch, even though I have nothing to do with Quidditch at all?” “It’s not you, Graeme, it’s just…” She huffed and leaned back into the couch. “I’m just annoyed.” “…would you be less annoyed if I told you I was rooting for you the entire time?” She glanced over at him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You’re just saying that.” “No, seriously! I was sitting there in the Gryffindor box, going ‘Go Gryffindor! And Anneliese, even though she’s not a Gryffindor, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m still cheering her on anyway, and if the Ravenclaws win it’s because they are amazing and they played a very, very good game, so I’m going to cheer for them too!’. It was exhausting, I had to keep up the same energy as I did in the beginning all the way through, and I got things pelted at me.”

By now, it was harder for her to look upset, and she was trying not to laugh. “Really?” “I have the bruises to prove it.” She smirked before she sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. She knew he hadn’t really done all of that, but the story was still amusing, and she could picture it perfectly in her head. “Well…I suppose I can’t be too mad at you then…” She scooted over so that she was closer to him, and he did the same so he could put his arm over the back of the couch behind her, leaning in. “So does this mean you can forgive me for not doing anything wrong?” He smirked watching as she moved even a little bit closer. “Maybe…” With that she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips, only to have him pull back and grin at her once more. “Did I mention my Ravenclaw pom-poms?” “Shut up, Graeme.” She said with a light laugh. Reaching up she tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to kiss him once more.

That would definitely keep him quiet for a while.

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