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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 11:09:09 GMT -5
Philippe had woken up late that morning...Really late. He finally rolled out of bed around 1PM and smiled to himself. It was going to be a good day, he was sure of that. He had a lot of nonsense planned for this day: Flirt with girls, Read books, Flirt some more, Read while flirting. He had it all planned out, Vous sale bâtard, He thought to himself with a toothy grin as his feet touched the ground of the Hufflepuff common room's floor.
He reached up and ran his hands through his red hair as he stood up and began looking for some clothes. His dorm room was spick and span...until you opened his trunk. Then things seemed to spring out into the room like they were alive. He frowned and pulled on a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. He debated putting on a bow tie and eventually decided against it. The women of Hogwarts were much less receptive to bow ties than he had originally thought.
He threw a couple scrolls of parchment, a quill, and an old library book into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He cast a small glance at the mirror and winked at himself and flashed another of his world famous grins. Oui, It is going to be a good day,He restated and laughed. One more run through of his hands through his hair and he stepped out of the common room and on his way to the Library.
As he walked, he whistled to himself out of boredom. He was a fairly social being--despite being a stand-offish jerk most days--and was looking for someone...or rather some woman to talk to. He stopped whistling to himself when he reached the echoing halls of the Entrance Hall. His eyes slowly scanned the room, looking for any sort of company, but found the room to be just as empty as the entire rest of the school.
Frustrated, Philippe sat down on one of the benches and pulled out the old library book. He might as well just wait here. Someone was bound to show up eventually.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 2:50:04 GMT -5
Barbie Monet made her way into the hall, brushing a hand through her hair and applying mascara. She had woken up late and rolled out of bed, pulling on clothes at random. Naturally she pulled it off as long as nobody looked too close. She sat down at a random table, dishing food onto her plate in a hurry.
Barbie pulled out her homework and started rushing to finish it. It was due in 10 minutes and she hadn't started it. The dry toast got caught in her throat and she reached for her pumpkin juice to dash it down. Her finger caught on the lip and it went tumbling over her and her homework.
"SHIT!" Barbie exclaimed, righting her glass and standing up. He homework was mush and her white dress was ruined. "FUCK!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 10:56:17 GMT -5
Philippe had been absentmindedly staring at the staircase when he saw a blonde traveling down the stairs and into the Great Hall. She looked like she was in a hurry. A hot mess. But a beautiful one at that. He smirked to himself and threw all of his school goodies into his bag and walked in after her. He leaned on the door frame for a moment watching her sit down and attempt to eat breakfast. Unfortunately for her, the juice had a mind of it's own and ended up toppling onto the poor girls clothing and parchment.
He was tempted to snicker to himself, but instead, he crossed the room and sat on the table near where she was sitting. He put his feet up onto the bench and then looked over at her, "Need some help, Madmoiselle?" He asked, his french accent seeping into every word that he said. He considered his french accent (and his strikingly perfect hair) to be his best quality. And so did all the ladies.
He slowly reached down and picked the parchment up off the table and held it out. He pulled out his wand, "Scourgify." Then he pointed to her dress and did the same. The mushy parchment righted itself and the ink became clear instead of smudged. The giant orange stain that had occupied the majority of Barbie's white dress was now fading into nothingness, "Vous êtes invités, belle. You're welcome." He translated and then winked. He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees as he stared at her, "Philippe Roux."
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 14:14:09 GMT -5
Barbie slowly sat back down she bit her lip and took her homework, slowly starting to do her homework. She spared a quick glance back up at him before she sighed, sitting back. She finished her last sentance before she turned to look at him.
He was French, that was obvious. He was... cute. He wasn't exactly sexy or hot but cute. Someone you just wanted to treat like a little kid. She let out a small laugh.
"I'm Barbie. Barbie Monet."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 14:21:06 GMT -5
"The pleasure is all mine, Barbie." Philippe said and reached out for her hand. He kissed it lightly and then pushed it away from him. He was fickle. Very fickle. Now especially, considering he had just sat down in a small amount of pumpkin juice the girl had left on the table. He slowly got up from the table and brushed off his jeans, feeling at the spot on his butt where the juice had gotten him. His eyes were scanning the room as if he was looking for someone, but in reality, he was just looking. He tended to zone out like this.
"Merci," He said, pointing to the stain, "Thanks for that, Madmoiselle Monet." He rolled his eyes and then sat down on the bench, leaning against the side of the table, "You shouldn't save your homework for the last minute." He pointed to a couple of words on the parchment, "You spelled those wrong."
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 16:41:15 GMT -5
Barbie balled her fist and slammed it down to the table in agitation, making her inkwell bounce and balance on its corner precariously before it slammed to the side, spilling ink everywhere. She tried to save as much ink as she could but it was starting to drip off the table.
"Thanka for your advice, Frenchie." Barbie muttered scathingly as she glared at her ink-dyed fingers. "Not to mention that you really aren't needed here if you're going go be an ignorant ass." Barbie's Ukrainian accent slipped through heavily as she glared at the words on the paper.
She hadn't done her homework last night because she had been with Hagrid and Aragog. She loved Aragog and all his children.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 17:07:54 GMT -5
"I believe you mean arrogant. Not ignorant. I'm far from ignorant, Barbie. You know that. If anything, you're the ignorant one." Philippe said and leaned his back back a little so that it gave a soft pop of satisfaction. He smiled and then shook his head, "You're a witch, Monet." He waved his wand in front of her paper, fixing all the spelling mistakes with a simple flick of his wrist, "You should start using it to your advantage."
His ears perked up when she spoke, sensing an accent that was not entirely british. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head slightly to the side, "Where did you get that magnificent patois?" He asked and grinned, "Accent. The accent. Where did it come from?" He was suddenly very curious about her.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 17:13:30 GMT -5
Barbie clenched her jaw as she stood up quickly, rolling the parchement up haphazardly. She bared her teeth at Philippe. She tok a few calming to keep herself from screaming like a banshee.
"Whatever. I'm sorry if I like to restrict my magic use to when I actually need it. I'm not as lazy as the French." She raised an eyebrow before she turned and started walking out of the hall.
"My accent is of no interest to you." She called back over her shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 17:25:19 GMT -5
Philipp cursed under his breath and picked up his bag. She wasn't going to get away that easily. Especially not from Philippe Roux. He quickly jogged after her, "I agree the French are lazy." He said when he finally caught up to her, "So who am I to deny my heritage." He winked and then kept pace with her as she walked, "We're also famous for Napoleon, fine wine and cheese, and nationalism. I'd like to know how I can throw those into my personality." He said with another grin.
"I just want to know where your accent is from. Then, if you decide I'm still bothering you, I'll go." Philippe pulled the strap of his school bag up on his shoulder so he didn't lose it, "Je promets, Barbie. Je promets."
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 17:52:11 GMT -5
Barbie whirled around and whipped out her wand. She pointed it at Philippe with a glare. "Why don't I turn you into a short Pilippe made of Cheese with wine for blood? Sound good?" Barbie lowered her wand as she turned again.
"I'm Ukrainian, Frenchie. Happy?" Barbie sighed again as she picked up her pace. She couldn't be late for Transfiguration again or Mcgogonall would have her head.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 18:00:05 GMT -5
"Woah there!" Philippe said and backed up as soon as she drew her wand. She was a feisty one. He was tempted to push his limits again, but after seeing the rage on her face, he decided that it was better not to. Plus, he was going to be late for Transfigurations again, "See you around then, love." He said absentmindedly and then headed off in the other direction.
He knew that if he cut across a few corridors on the right then he could make it there in less than three minutes. He started whistling the French Nation Anthem to himself and then opened the door to Transfiguration. On time, as usual. He took his seat near the back and then looked around the room.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 18:27:19 GMT -5
The bell rang as Barbie was sprinting like mad, still at least six minutes away. She groaned as she tried to pump her legs faster. This was not a good day.
Barbie fell into transfiguration, literally. Her toe caught on the lip and she face planted to the floor. Four minutes late. Not bad.
"I'm here,"Barbie huffed as she stood up, moving her hair from her face. The class laughed as usual before she turned and made her way to her seat.
Barbie stopped short and glared at Philippe. Sbe didn't know he was in this glass. How had that asshole made it here before her? Barbie huffed as she took her seat, crossing her arms as she had a hissy fit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 20:27:20 GMT -5
Philippe raised an eyebrow as none other than Barbie Monet fell into the classroom. He was tempted to say some snide remark, but he kept it to himself for fear of her lashing out again. It seemed as if she had a bit of a temper. Then of course, she looked at him--well glared really. A seething glare. Philippe shook his head and pointed to his wrist watch and then smiled slightly. She took her seat as Philippe continued to watch her.
He quickly pulled out a spare piece of parchment and wrote a small note on it:
Passageway around left side of Hogwarts. Staircases move directly to Transfiguration. -P
He handed it to the row in front of him, directing it toward Barbie with a silly grin on his face.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Apr 8, 2012 20:47:54 GMT -5
The note landed on Barbie's desk and she looked at it. "Really!?" She said aloud, hyaving people look at her. She cleared her throat, looking around for an excuse. "I, uhh, didn't know that spell was for that." She muttered under her breath.
Slowly everyone looked away from her and Barbie grabbed the note, throwing a quick glare over her shoulder. She looked back at it and narrowed her eyes. Of course. Barbie knew nothing of secret passageways.
You arrogant jerk! You could've told me!
Barbie folded the paper into a swan and charmed it to 'swim' back over to him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 20:58:36 GMT -5
"Smooth move." Philippe said as she read the note and screamed out loud. He came to the assumption that she very well might be a complete rule follower. It made him smile. She turned around and the note was swimming back to him. He caught it in his hand and then began reading it. Ah. Of course she had insulted him. In the short time he had known Barbie, he was beginning to see that she was a little brutal at times with the nicknames.
He pulled out a quill and continued writing:
You wouldn't have listened. I'm too...arrogant, remember? I'll show you after class if-
He looked up to see that McGonegall was making her daily rounds, checking everyone's progress.
McGonegall coming for you. Bonne chance.
He finished and sent it soaring her way.
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