Strike your pose

[gwen]

people say that the world is a stage
yes i'm confused
the roles that i play

i've been away from home for so long

Magda swung round and round and round. The thin statue of the potion-maker credited for making Felix Felicis made a decent centre of rotation, she'd figured this out on her first day at Hogwarts.Sighing she swung round the statue again. It was another twenty minutes until her next class which was on the first floor, so not far to go. She didn't want to be there that early! Anyway, swinging around statues was pretty amazing.

She halted briefly halted to face the wide open doors leading out into the grounds. It was pouring down, almost at the cats and dogs stage. Magda sighed extravagantly. It was at this time of year that she really missed her Maltese weather. Sun, sea and sand. It was more like shivers, socks and snow. Not that she didn't like it at times, especially snow, she adored the snow! But a warmer climate suited her better, it was just who she was.

Giving up on the swinging, she slid down the statue and landed a bit too heavily on the stone floor. 'Oww,' she complained, her face twisting into a pained expression. Busted butt! She settled herself a little more comfortably, crosslegged on the floor, and drew one of her knees up to rest her head of sunkissed tresses on. She sneaked a glance at her watch. Fifteen minutes to go. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

i almost forgot where i belong

[Payton Dowell]

He lead the girl out of the broom closet. Not a classy place for some sort of pleasure, but she was some mudblood who found it all to easy to open her legs, perhaps it was just the muggle way sometimes, or she was just desperate for some pureblood to pay her mind. Either way, he didn't know, and he couldn't exactly care. After this moment he'd never be this seeming gentlemen to her, she didn't well deserve it anymore and he didn't dare begin to allow her to think that he had any true affection towards her. The only good she was for was some fun in a dirty place and to satisfy his needs so that he may go on with his day with a certain amount of joy to him until he found himself in his common room painting, or perhaps just sketching something out. Which when he sketched it was usually something his roommates begged for him to give them when it was done, it was good material to them, but he perferred the real thing. The bodies that he drew, nude or not nude, were art, just like a woman's body as it prepared itself, yet still never quite the same. You could never really feel their curves, the soft skin which they possessed. Owen had always loved the visual arts, but touching was something he enjoyed all to well to just sit back and look.

The girl smiled at him and he kissed her cheek. "Never speak of this, yes?" he whispered into her ear, she nodded hesitantly. "I wouldn't want other girls to start getting jealous." Which was true in its own way, even if in the end he just didn't want anything from her anymore. A mudblood, how he lowered himself so low, but how worth it the ending pleasure was at times. Its not like there was a line of pureblood girls willing to give themselves to him without wanting promise of devoution or future marriage. Besides, some of them wanted to wait until the night of the day they wed. Some how it made the whole moment more spectacular. So far Owen had learned it wasn't when you did it the first time, it was the person that made it special, their personality, the rythmn of which both of you just had. His first time wasn't special, more of an experiment than anything, but he has had sexual intercourse with a woman who did almost reach completely brilliancy, but alas, she what yet another nothing. For shame.

He parted with the girl and started to head back to his dorm to get some of his things for his next class, he had left her smiling.

As he made his way down the stairs to finally make it to the floor of the Entrance Hall he caught sight of a girl spinning around a statue. She wasn't bright was she? She'd fallen to her bum and complained rather annoyingly about what her stupidity had gotten her, she didn't even have beauty to make up for that lack of brain. "Children should really learn what they shouldn't play with. It always comes back to bite them in the ass." he said as he went down the final steps. "So little baby do learn from your mistake." He gave a faint smile, he couldn't have just said nothing, being a moron was an epedemic and it had to be cleansed.

[gwen]

people say that the world is a stage
yes i'm confused
the roles that i play

i've been away from home for so long

Hearing a nasty-sounding voice behind her, Magda twisted her head around to see who it was. Urgh. Only the most retarded seventh year in the school. Although Bletchley did have a point, she thought unhappily. 'Fair enough,' she replied unwillingly. 'So maybe you shouldn't play with girl's hearts anymore. Or their bodies.' She gave him a hateful glare. Oh yes, she knew he was always screwing naive muggleborns at every available second in the dark corners of the castle. The pure-blood girls didn't seem to want casual sex. Well, this pure-blood certainly didn't.

'I'd rather be murdered by the electrocution of a giant eel than take advice from you so unfortunately for me, I will stick to getting bitten on the ass,' she revealed, her head turning back to the abominable weather outside. It hurt to look at Bletchley for too long. His eyes seemed to protrude out and come at you. It was a running joke in the Gryffindor Common Room, seeing as his eyes made a 'throwing up' motion he was nicknamed Bleurgh Bletchley.

Magda allowed herself a little smirk before posing the question. 'Who was it this time, huh?' Her voice struggled to contain some anger. Sure, these girls gave in to him willingly but Bletchley most obviously took advantage of them, the filthy liar. She could tell he'd just 'had' some poor girl; Bletchley never had a happy look like that in his face unless an occurrence of this kind had taken place.

i almost forgot where i belong