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Samuel Leone [ Gryffindor ]
37 Posts  •  16  •  played by gage
new slang [nell]
« on: May 22, 2019, 04:19:28 AM »
'Sam. Sam! Leone, Merlin's sake, wake up!'

It took the steady stream of cold water from his housemate's wand to wake Samuel Leone from his deep sleep. He sat upright, coughing the excess liquid that had made its way into his lungs and disrupted his slumber. The Prefect had realistically only been asleep about half an hour, but once he was out, he was out, and this particular Friday night had been no exception. Quidditch practice kicked his ass; so much so that he couldn't even finish his second dinner before turning in for the night.

"Choco-loco in the cupboard!" The sixteen-year-old called out, the aftereffect of whatever dream he was having still lingering for a moment before he finally came to his senses and realized that he was, in fact, awake. Darkness turned to dim light in the Gryffindor boys' dorm room via a second wand belonging to a first-year boy somewhere behind the one who had nearly killed him in his sleep.

"What..." Sam finally spat out, hitting a fist to his bare chest to remove what was left of the water from his lungs. "What is going on?!" He assessed the room in full, the sight of three terrified young students jolting him as awake as he could be. All at once, the three boys chimed in, speaking over one another. "Please, please, pleaaase," He groaned in response, stopping the charade. "One at a time," He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing a shirt and a pulling it over his head, looking to the ringleader of the pack.

Apparently, a group of older Gryffindors and Slytherins had planned a secret outing in commemoration of Guy Fawkes Night, their bonfire a distant spec from the Common Room window; it seemed they hadn't seen enough of each other during the dome events. The underclassmen Gryffindor had been bribed to keep the event a secret, but as evidenced, a few ended up caving under the pressure.

Sam begrudgingly slipped on a pair of shoes before making his way out to the Hogwarts grounds, not bothering for backup in the form of his fellow prefect, he decided that he could handle this one on his own. As he stepped outdoors he was met with a cool autumnal chill that ran through the fabric of his dirtied white sleep shirt and flannel pants. Perhaps he could have been more thorough in his planning.

"Hey," The wizard suddenly hissed, jumping at the sight of another person in the shadows of the castle. For someone who was meant to be policing the place in some way, he certainly was reactionary.
« Last Edit: May 22, 2019, 04:20:28 AM by Gage »

Nell Jones [ Slytherin ]
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Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #1 on: May 25, 2019, 02:17:48 AM »
If these idiots thought they were being ‘stealthy’ they deserved to get caught and lose house points simply on the basis of needing to reread the dictionary definition. The bonfire itself was one thing, raging on the shoreline of the Black Lake, but she could see boxes of Weasley-branded fireworks and it didn’t take a genius to know that if the professors hadn’t seen the gigantic fire, they would hear the boom of gunpowder once they started setting them off.

The Slytherin Prefect had heard the odd whisper here and there about Guy Fawkes, but unsurprisingly anyone spotting her had promptly hushed so she couldn’t find out their plans – like they thought she was a snitch. She couldn’t care less, in fact, she missed going to Bonfire Nights with her Dad – especially with it being so close to her birthday. It had almost announced her impending birthdays as she’d been growing up. Now, Hallowe’en was usually the biggest event in the magical world.

She frowned as she thought back a week – or less than – to the Hallowe’en just gone the disappearance of the Grey Lady. Nothing too serious, but the Baron was still hunting high and low for her, as if she wouldn’t just pop back when she was ready. Nell knew some of the other ghosts were ‘helping’, but Professor McGonagall and the other teachers had reassured everyone that it wasn’t anything to worry about.

Nell pulled her denim shearling jacket tighter around her body – she was still wearing her pyjamas underneath, or what constituted for pyjamas anyway; a striped, long-sleeved top and plain leggings. At least she’d had the presence of mind to grab a jacket, unlike the figure that had just found their way to this little gathering. The Slytherin was sure that if she were nearer to the bonfire she wouldn’t need her jacket at all, but she had purposely hung back in the shadows, hoping not to be seen. Seemed like she’d have to now.

She rolled her eyes when she recognised who had just arrived: Sam. Nell approached silently, the soft, dewy ground absorbing her footfalls. “Joining the party or here to break it up?” she asked, shoving her hands in her pockets. She was vaguely aware that, despite the shield of her jacket, she was wearing things she really would rather Sam not see her in. Her green eyes looked him up-and-down quickly. “Glad I’m not the only one who didn’t dress for the occasion,” she half-smirked. His sleepwear was the only hint she had that he hadn’t planned to come down here, otherwise she might’ve asked why he hadn’t brought his girlfriend.

Samuel Leone [ Gryffindor ]
37 Posts  •  16  •  played by gage
Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #2 on: May 25, 2019, 07:25:52 AM »
"Nell..." Sam slapped a hand over his chest, leaning against a nearby tree in an attempt to catch his breath. Phase one of the whole 'breaking up the party' thing wasn't off to a great start. "Merlin on a melon, you scared me," The Gryffindor prefect finally regained his composure and stood up, taking in the sight of his friend. Based on their shared choice of attire, he could assume that they were on the same mission that night. It made sense given the fast and furious run down of the event that he had been given by the three first years.

For a moment, Sam was uncomfortable under her gaze, but the moment passed quickly. Pushing back his shoulders, he stood up straight. He was filled with the unfounded confidence of a sixteen-year-old who had just been granted not one, but two, positions of power. "Really?" He smiled, revealing a toothy grin under the moonlight, even through the dense foliage. "Don't you usually wear your thermals to parties?" He raised an eyebrow and wrapped an arm over his friend's shoulders in a brief greeting.

Peering from their vantage point that was up on a hill in the forest, he studied the group of their peers. He couldn't recognize any of them immediately, but the familiar snort-laugh that carried across the lake he was sure belonged to the no other than Belinda Bagsby. He shuddered at the sound that had so often woken him from a nap, from all the way in the Common Room.

"Break it up," Sam declared finally, though the assurance of his tone was not convincing. If he was being honest, the bonfire looked fun. And the whole getting people in trouble deal wasn't exactly his favorite part of the job. Maybe they could just turn up and convince everyone to head back to their dorms without any real reprimanding necessary. After having a few drinks and eating a few s'mores.

"Well..." He justified, turning to gauge his friend's reaction. "It does kind of smell like they are grilling sausage?" He shrugged his shoulders as if that were the one sign that he needed to join. If Nell didn't talk him out of this now, phase two of the whole 'break the party up' thing was going to go just as bad. "We could just," Sam pursed his lips together and crossed his arms across his chest as though that made him appear more serious. "Stop in? he finally suggested.

Nell Jones [ Slytherin ]
72 Posts  •  16  •  revolution  •  played by Laura
Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #3 on: June 05, 2019, 09:57:25 AM »
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” Nell deadpanned. She used her pocketed hands to hold her jacket closed around her, trying to shield herself from the cool night air. A smile spread across her lips at his expression – wizards. It had taken the muggleborn witch some time to cotton on to the more obscure magical substitutes for common muggle sayings – and even longer to start using them herself – but they rarely failed to bring a smile to her features. Especially when they were that obscure, not to mention brought forth interesting mental imagery. “Haven’t heard that one before." She paused. "Thanks,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him as if to say that being scary wasn’t exactly a compliment. “You’re gonna have to be more aware of your surroundings during matches,” the Slytherin commented, “wouldn’t want you to disappoint Clementine.” Nell wasn't sure what she had against the older girl, but the Gryffindor had started rubbing her up the wrong way lately.

Nell belatedly turned her gaze away from her companion and towards the bonfire, telling herself the flush in her cheeks was from the temperature and not from Sam in his sleepwear. Had he gotten taller since last term? She hadn’t really spent much time with him this year, yet. Despite both being prefects, she’d been paired up with everyone but him so far. She wondered if McGonagall being Headmistress was an advantage when trying to schedule your prefect duties around Quidditch practice.

“You sound really convinced,” she glanced at him again, her smirk back in place. She didn't bother to admit that she hadn't planned on stopping any of this.

Ah, point proven. “Some nose you’ve got,” she teased, then nodded. “Guess we can try and slip in incognito.” Not like everyone in their respective Houses didn’t know they were prefects, so she wasn't sure how well that would work out for them. “You should’ve brought a jacket,” she nudged his elbow gently with her own and started walking towards the lake. She turned to face him, still walking but now doing so backwards down the gently sloping lawn. “If the profs come we make a run for it,” she grinned mischievously, “if you’re too slow to keep up you better not tell them I was with you.” She spun back around as he caught up to her, “If it’s Flitwick and you can’t outrun him I’m not letting you hear the end of it.”

@Filius Flitwick @Clementine Russell 

Samuel Leone [ Gryffindor ]
37 Posts  •  16  •  played by gage
Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #4 on: July 07, 2019, 10:13:02 AM »
Nell Jenkins had a way about her. She always had, now that Sam thought about it. Ever since he had known her, she maintained the status of being just that one step ahead of everyone else. He presumed that outside of Hogwarts she was friends with older people; artists who smoked cigarettes and spoke French. He watched with interest while she tucked her hands into her jacket pockets and spoke a melodic phrase, no doubt from some edgy muggle film. He was envious, really, standing there in his pajama pants. In no plane of existence would he ever be so cool under pressure.

Clementine? Sam was one step away from physically scratching his head. Of course, the Quidditich captain had a stake in his wherewithal, but he was visibly unsure how that translated to the current situation. As he opened his mouth to speak on the matter, the sounds of the party distracted him. Right, they were on a mission.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam all-too-eagerly agreed, as though he didn't know from the moment he saw the event that he was going to be joining in. Some prefects they were. "We'll just... assess the situation," He followed Nell down the path to the lake before looking down at his bare arms that she had pointed out. "Can't I just borrow yours?" He kept up pace with ease, the momentum keeping him warm for the time being. "I think it would suit me," He spoke to himself now.

As the pair arrived at the lakeside where the makeshift (and not so private) gathering had come to be, Sam put on his best authoritarian stance. "Alright, alright," He cooed with both hands outstretched in front of him as if to make peace. "Listen, idiots," He was surprised at how captive the audience had become. Maybe being a prefect had it's perks after all. "Next time, let's go with a more discrete location," He rolled his eyes, drawing nearer to the food by the moment.

"We can hear you from the dorms," Sam grabbed a sausage and held it to flame before looking to Nell. Incognito was never his style.
« Last Edit: July 07, 2019, 10:25:55 AM by Gage »

Nell Jones [ Slytherin ]
72 Posts  •  16  •  revolution  •  played by Laura
Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #5 on: August 21, 2019, 12:21:57 AM »
He didn’t respond to her jibe about Clementine and Nell wasn’t sure how to take that -- was he trying to pretend there wasn’t something going on? Or maybe -- just maybe -- there actually wasn’t. Nell knew better than to make assumptions (to assume makes an ass…), but she’d been on a pretty good streak with those lately so she was tempted to trust her gut.

Whatever, he wasn’t talking about it so she’d drop it. For now, anyway.

The blonde witch raised a quizzical eyebrow at her companion. “Assess the situation. Right.” Must be nice being in one of the ‘good’ houses -- being able to use shitty excuses like that and get away with it because people didn’t think you were some sort of criminal mastermind. Nell laughed and gave him a look, “Don’t think it’ll fit you.” He’d gotten broader too, unless she was imagining it. His arms looked less weedy and more beefy -- not like, rippling with muscles, but he’d definitely put some weight on. In the good way. She heard his mumbled comment and smirked. “Not sure if you’re saying I’ve got masculine fashion sense or you’re a crossdresser,” she teased. The former, definitely.

They reached the lakeshore and Nell peered around -- about to suggest they slip in for one of those sausages -- when Sam’s voice projected out from behind her. She turned to look at him, eyebrows raised, mildly impressed. Moreso when she realised people were actually listening to him. She suspected -- again -- that perhaps had she attempted this it would have been less successful. She stepped a little closer to him, as if silently indicating she agreed and was ‘backup’ should they choose to ignore him.

Oh, was that it? She rolled her eyes. “Great job. Really broke up the party.” She eyed his sausage. “Also, super stealthy, don’t think they noticed we’re prefects at all.” She withdrew her wand and whispered the levitation spell, hovering her own sausage in the flames. After a moment the noise around them picked up a little again as the revellers realised Sam and Nell were not here to snitch. “So...” she rotated her wand, and therefore her sausage, “Heard you’re on the team this year.”

Samuel Leone [ Gryffindor ]
37 Posts  •  16  •  played by gage
Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #6 on: October 01, 2019, 09:38:35 AM »
Sam shrugged his shoulders, casting brown eyes over the fire at the pupils that were staring expectantly back at them. He grinned, aware they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. He certainly hadn't forgotten that he and Nell were going to have to reprimand their peers, he just preferred to make a scene of it all, draw it out as long as possible. This was his first "bust" after all. Time to shine.

Nell wasn't wrong. Stealth hadn't been his goal, after all, and likely wouldn't be for what remained of his limited time as a prefect for what it was worth. "Oh, relax," He bumped a shoulder into her own before standing upright again, pretending to have only reached for the mustard. They couldn't be too chummy. Not yet, anyway. This was still a job, despite his every effort to make it anything but that. He'd always assumed the good cop / bad cop thing would just come naturally, but he was finding that the lines were more blurred than that.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam spoke up to the group, finally looking up from nonchalantly drenching his food in spicy mustard, watching as the partygoers became alert again. Apparently they had gotten the impression, rightfully so, that they weren't in any kind of trouble. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. He licked the condiment from his index finger, shaking his head. "Wrap it up," He practically said each word as its own sentence. "You've got two minutes," He revelled in the younger students' disarray, grabbing their things and booking it back to the castle.

"Nope, nope, leave that," Sam gestured to the food that a few of the girls had started to collect. "And that!" He nodded to another boy who was currently stuffing a nondescript bottle into his shirt. "Evidence," He whispered to Nell with a grin. "Chop chop, let's go," He called after the students as they made their way, likely grateful to have not been deducted any points. Yet, at least.

Sam took a seat on one of the makeshift benches, a fallen tree branch that had been used for bonfires around the lake for years. He studied the bottle left behind, popping off the top and giving it a smell before taking a sip. "Evidence..." He repeated wincing, offering it up to Nell. The question of Quidditch was inevitable, one he was still working out how to answer to. Sometimes he even forgot he'd made the team, it was so unbelievable. "Somehow," He laughed to himself. Clem wouldn't be happy to know that he was underselling the team, but he couldn't help it.

"Ready for the big match up?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Slytherin and Gryffindor were notorious rivals, despite their standings in any given season. Not that he particularly minded. Sam had never been one for competition.

Nell Jones [ Slytherin ]
72 Posts  •  16  •  revolution  •  played by Laura
Re: new slang [nell]
« Reply #7 on: October 02, 2019, 06:09:45 AM »
Me relax?” She scoffed. “I am relaxed,” she snipped back, glaring up at him. “I was just pointing out that you are awful at being incognit—”

He raised his voice – but at the group, not her. Finally, Nell caught up with Sam. She felt bad but she’d labelled him as a bit of a goody two-shoes and hadn’t anticipated him breaking out of that stereotype. She turned slowly to face the group, almost as stunned as the revellers were at Sam actually shutting this thing down. Nell decided to let Sam do the lion’s share (ha) of the Prefect-ing, preferring to quietly move about collecting an abandoned bag of marshmallows as people scurried back to the castle.

When they’d all departed Nell remained standing a moment longer, clapping slowly with the bag tucked inside her jacket. “Bravo,” she said with a smirk. “Didn’t know you had it in you,” she teased. “Sorry,” she shrugged half-heartedly, before sitting next to him – close, but not too close.

Evidence. “Oh.” Nell nodded solemnly. She took the bottle from him and sniffed, “Is this…?” she asked, not particularly wanting to admit to knowing what White Lightning smelled like but – at the same time – unsure Sam would even know what White Lightning was. Was there a wizard-kid version? She took a drink and blinked through it. Sharp.

Nell set the bottle on the grass between them. She magicked her now-ready sausage towards her, plucking it out of the air between her thumb and forefinger and wrinkling her nose as it burned her skin. “Shit,” she hissed, swapping it quickly to her other hand and blowing on it to try and cool it down.

She caught him looking at her out of the corner of his eye and cleared her throat. “I’m ready if you are,” she offered him a wry smile. “Will you get in trouble for fraternising with the enemy?” she asked, taking a bite of her sausage.


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