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Samuel Leone [ Gryffindor ]
29 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 Jenkins [ Slytherin ]
61 Posts  •  16  •  girls and boys  •  played by Laura
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 ]
29 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 Jenkins [ Slytherin ]
61 Posts  •  16  •  girls and boys  •  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 ]
29 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 »


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