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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 11, 2007 18:27:49 GMT -5
So, there was a ball going on inside. A ball. Andre, being new, had not managed to find any real reason to go, seeing as he didn't actually know anyone there yet but his sister... that, and without a date, he found it... It was virtually pointless, actually. That would, of course, explain the reason he was walking outside at the moment, a frown quite evident on his face. It was nighttime, and he was out on the grounds of Hogwarts, alone - as far as he could tell anyways.
Oh geez; hopefully he was alone. The last thing Andre would want was for someone to find him alone. His... well, reputation at Beauxbatons had, for sure, been much better than this one here, and now that he /was/ at Hogwarts... he wasn't about to suddenly be the one kid spotted as a loner. Not after having to learn to accept the fact that Death Eaters ran the school and the school was much too large for him when he needed to find a class...
He stopped by several stone benches, and took a seat, frowning slightly. It was quiet... a bit too quiet. Now he sounded like a cliche supposedly 'action' Muggle movie. It's quiet... too quiet. Great. Now he expected someone to jump out at him - just what any person's nerves needed.
He stared up at the... somewhat dreary, cloudy sky. It was... all... cloudy. Very warm for a September evening, actually. Of course, he was probably the only one to know that, as everyone else was inside. Why his parents had had to drag him here, he didn't know. They'd gotten jobs here, yes, but... why had they had to make him transfer to Hogwarts?
He pondered over the thought, turning it over and over in his head for a few minutes before shaking it off. Now... he was... bored - not that that was anything new... [/size] |
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 11, 2007 18:46:46 GMT -5
As the large, decorated doors that lead to away, into the night from the ball opened, there was a loud ruble of voices and laughter that split the silence. Only for a brief moment, yes, for by about ten seconds later, Aubrey had closed the door and was glaring at it rather coldly. Yes, there was punch spilled from the corner of her lime green dress, onto her knee socks and heels. However, there was nothing she could do - well, wanted to do to fix it. Indeed, she could have used her want, if she hadn't left it in the common room. And did she really want to rush threw the halls, allowing the juice to drip on the floor the whole way? Of course not. Aubrey loved that floor so much more then it would have been expected.
"Oh dear," she gasped, watching as a drop of the spiked Pumpkin Juice fell and landed on a near by flower. The flower didn't mind, actually, so why was Aubrey gasping? it was, simply put, a reaction.
There was a nearby sound in the warm, blossom scented air. Like someone walking, stopping, sitting. Somone... Who's footsetps... Seemed familiar. But alas, Aubrey could not see anyone threw the night.
So, she was alone, with a sound. A sound that was Andre; the overly attractive French boy who was victim to Aubrey's stalking. So, did that mean, she could stalk him some more? Or... Since they were alone... Rape him? It was a temptation. However, Aubrey got hold of herself, and came to the conclusion that she could just go and... Simply... Seduce him- er- talk to him.
Smiling playfully, Aubrey began to skip toward the benches, assuming it the only place a fancy French lad like himself would sit down.
"Bonjour!" Called childishly, playfully and overly joyful, the now sprinting, since her dress was simple and light and easy to run in, Aubrey. Yes, her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she could now see a gently outlined mop of blond hair. How hot.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 11, 2007 19:08:13 GMT -5
Andre blinked several times. Oh, the voice. The voice. Who was this...? Whoever it was, they were talking. In French. Not very good French, mind you, but French. He finally turned to see for himself - besides, what would he learn by sitting there /wondering/? - and found Aubrey.
A slight smile reached his lips, and he gestured at the spot on the bench next to him, beckoning for her to sit down. "Hello... Aubrey," he greeted, his slight accent hinting in the words lightly. It had taken him a moment to remember her name, yes, but Andre was dreadful with names of any sort... and then there was the fact that he had a schoolful of new names to remember.
"Is there any... reason you're out here?" He was struggling to find the words now. After all, his English wasn't exactly the greatest, and it had taken a while to drop the accent just that slightly. He terribly hoped she wouldn't turn the question back on him, seeing as at the moment he had no actual answer to that.
Besides, how stupid would it be to say something along the lines of, 'I... couldn't find a date'? Ugh. He'd have to come up with something. What would it be? He wasn't actually sure, come to think of it. Ah well... he'd think of something.
OOC;;
Ew.
It's bad.
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 11, 2007 19:28:56 GMT -5
Her smile widening as he gestured for her to take place in the seat next to him; next to him, for peat sakes! Was this a dream? Gosh, no stalking today, but actually... being close.... Would Aubrey be able to handle such a thing? Ruffling the side of her dress slightly, then flatting it out on her bottom, she took the seat. Hes so generous, kind, cute, perfect! More and more complimenting thoughts came flooding Aubrey's bizarre mind, and more and more urges to attack this boy with was could only be described as hormones; as Aubrey put it, love.
"Thank you, so, so, soooooo very much, Andrew!" She said, her head turned slightly to see him. Andrew was not his real name; of course not. he was French, and had a thick accent, and when he had said his name everyone took it as Andrew. However, it was Andre. The one and only Andre, who was, beautiful, and perfect, and wonderfully fantastically marvelous threw the Smokey blue eyes of Aubrey.
"Any reason?"
Whats the reason you are out here, you mean.
"I was simply in the ballroom, when, (before I could protest), a herd of males came rushing, asking me to dance!" She let out a faint giggle, putting a hand to her lips to muffle the laugh. "I had no way to escape, so I came out here."
Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. You are quite the liar, are you not? Of course you are.
Smiling brightly, Aubrey scooted herself closer to Andre, trying to look pretty. It worked, but she didn't have to try, so trying just seemed to make her look... Well.... A word that is inappropriate to say, which includes the letters 'S', 'E', 'X', 'Y'. Yes, sexy.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 11, 2007 19:47:22 GMT -5
"You're... you're welcome," Andre responded, blinking confusedly at the very exaggerated 'thank you' that he'd received. What was it that he'd done to deserve that much? Erm... he'd asked her to sit, and then... well, that was it. He'd asked her to sit. Simple enough. And then, erm... he'd asked her what she was doing out here. Again, very simply put. Well... that'd been it. She was certainly very... enthusiastic.
He raised his eyebrows. Quite the story that was. For some reason, he didn't quite believe it. However, he wouldn't be one to pry, and instead let the same light smile rest on his lips. "That sounds... fun." He wasn't sure what to say, actually. At a loss for any words in a language she would understand, he simply kept quiet, until turning to face her to find her much closer than she had been several minutes ago.
"Aubrey..." he started, raising his eyebrows. A slight smirk was forming now, that same smirk that had been on his face several months ago, while... getting himself acquaintanced with some girls while he'd been at Beauxbatons. "Tu es belle." He was quite sure she hadn't understood a word of that simple sentence, actually... although if she was at all bright she should get the idea. [/size] |
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 11, 2007 20:05:44 GMT -5
Just as Andre's blinks had come, Aubrey's did. When in muggle school, she had taken French, but did not pay attention much. You see, there was this very good-looking boy that sat in front of her... And how can anyone pay attention when someone like him was in front of Aubrey's desk? However, she payed attention on the days he was sick... She was very sad, however, she did take in the information.
Tu es belle? Tu es belle... Belle... Beautiful... Tu es... You are beautiful? OHMYGOSH. Aubrey gasped inwardly, the sound high and as if on the edge of tears. However, if any tears were shed, they would be of happiness, and... Beauty.
"TH-TH-TH-TH-THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU." Practically yelled Aubrey, enthusiastic, indeed. What was there to say when pink cheeked and being complimented by some very, VERYVERYVERY attractive boy? And he was brave, and loyal, and nice... And Gryffindor, just as she was. But mainly attractive. Yes.
"TU ES BELLE, TO YOU TO!" Aubrey exclaimed, her legs now swinging (rather fast), with excitement. Oh my gosh. Aubrey could now stalk this boy, with the thoughts of him thinking she was beautiful. How Devinne.
"I-I-i-UM-I....." She trailed off for a moment, eyes unfixing on the spot that was only to be described as Andre's pelvic region. However, with unfocused eyes and mind a mess, she did not notice- but would have cared. Focusing back, but still not noticing where she had been staring for the past minute or two, Aubrey grinned sheepishly toward Andre.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 11, 2007 20:26:20 GMT -5
Andre grinned slightly. She was catching on. Not to mention that she was quite loud, of course... Didn't someone seem just a tad too excited? Ah well. Ignore it and continue with what you were doing... although he now feared being raped by the overly-enthusiastic Aubrey now...
"Am I?" he asked, smiling. Don't be silly, Andre. Of course you are. You're gorgeus - girls like you, a lot. Just for clarification, however - everyone needed a pick-up every now and then, right? Well... perhaps not, but it was still fun to hear it from a girl, right? Besides, the last person to have said that to him had been his mother, before she'd sent him off to Hogwarts that year... she hadn't exactly been who he'd wanted to hear it from.
"Darling. Aubrey. Are you going to finish that sentence?" he asked her evenly. Of course, someone stuttering the words I and um over again was hardly a sentence, even an incomplete one... However... [/size] |
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 11, 2007 20:37:50 GMT -5
Aubrey smiled slightly, before muttering an Of course you are, and pressing her hands against her thighs.
Hm. Was she? Honestly, Aubrey didn't know what to say. She hadn't exactly thought of what to say, except for maybe 'LETS SEX'. But, that would seem inappropriate, wouldn't it? Yes, yes it would. I mean, come on, screaming at someone to sex you up right here? Right now? Even someone with the simplest mind could see that. Thus, Aubrey simply shook her head one way and another, indicating a silent no, and smiled up at him.
Hmm. So pretty. Dang, now Aubrey was wishing she had screamed lets sex at him. But, that would be so unladie like, and mother/father would just not approve.
"So, Andrew, why aren't you at the ball having a good time?"
It the easiest, simplest, quickest way to brake the ice; and Aubrey had asked it.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 11, 2007 20:48:30 GMT -5
Andre frowned, now completely unsure of how to answer the question. Oh, I couldn't find a date... Or he could attempt to get her to go with him, although he honestly didn't feel like having to go get properly dressed - seeing as he hadn't been intending on going, he was dressed in rather simple Muggle clothing. His usual dark tones, yes, but he was certainly not showing up to any formal event dressed as such.
"Ah..." Well, that was the best he could come up with so far... However, he had a feeling that she hadn't told him the truth about why /she/ was outside, and he was most certainly not going to blurt out anything and make himself look like an idiot. A dateless idiot, for that matter.
"Well, Aubrey darling, I couldn't find a date as /lovely/ as you are."
Lies. Lies, lies, lies... but he was fine. He was calm. He could think of something to say in most cases... and besides, she seemed to be willing to believe any word that came out of his mouth. What he said was law... Hm... he quite liked the sound of that.
Andre's word is law. [/size] |
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 13, 2007 21:41:04 GMT -5
"Oh, I understand now!"
Aubrey; you're such a silly girl. With a sheepish grin, and lightly flushed rose cheeks, Aubrey scooted her way top the other side again. It was like a game. Scoot left, Scoot right. That was the game. Like hide and seek in the dark; thats how randomly fun it was. Maybe Aubrey enjoyed doing said action because it sort of, maybe (Only maybe), confused Andre. But he was intelligent. And so was Aubrey. So maybe they were just playing games with each other.
"I also didn't find a date," confessed the dark haired girl, letting both hand come up and curl a loosely hanging lock around her fingers.
"Maybe we should go together," Aubrey said, a mocking, joking tone ringing threw out her already sarcastic voice. Sure, she wouldn't mind going with Andre- actually, she would simply ADORE, dancing with Andre. But, frankly, she just plain didn't want to dance. She loved the movements that we call dance, but was just too tired; for now.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 13, 2007 21:51:42 GMT -5
Andre frowned. "You understand what?" Ah, girls... confusion all over if you wanted to actually talk to them - well, yeah, he had to admit... Some of them were quite pleasant... and rather flirty, something that he absolutely adored... but if you actually wanted to talk to one? It was like trying to talk to your reflection in a mirror. Girls.
Now... he simply had no idea what she was doing. Or talking about, for that matter, although he did notice the blush appearing on her cheeks as she slid away from him. Again - girls. They were always so confusing. They were either... shallow sluts, or the deep quiet ones, or... or they were Aubrey. Damnit, she was more confusing than both the first two.
"Maybe we should," he responded, a light smirk still crossing his face as he slid over to join her. Now she was basically... cornered? If she moved she'd - pretty much - fall sideways off of the bench, and if she moved the other way it'd be onto his lap... which for some reason he doubted she would do. [/size] |
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 13, 2007 22:08:13 GMT -5
Blinking at Andre moved himself closer to her, Aubrey scooted again to the side. Just a bit, for now half of her bottom was hanging off the edge. Not so comfy. Thus, she moved back, eyes pondering around on where to go.
"But, Andrew, baby, I'm so not in the mood to dance," Aubrey said, a whine and complaint along with it.
BUT AUBREY! He's everything you dreamed of!
Yeah, but, you know I'm really tired.
BUT AUUBBREEEYYYYYYY. I WANNAAAAA DANNCCEEEEE.
Ugh! FINE. (Am I really that annoying?)
Grunting in slight disapproval, Aubrey placed a large, perky smile on her glossy red lips. You could just kiss them, couldn't you Andre? Of course. They are so full, and rosy, and like- yummy. However, ignoring the fact her lips were f**king sweet, Aubrey leaned over onto Andre, resting her head on his thighs and staring up at him. She then moved her hands to both sides oh his legs, and cartwheeled (Woah, shes strong-ish) over top of him, dress falling above her head and all. But of well. He couldn't see it anyways.
Pulling herself into a stand, Aubrey turned to face Andre, extending her hands and grabbing his own, pulling him into an upright position against her.
"Oh well!" She said, in an almost sing-son, excited, much too cheerful voice. Then, in a swift movement, Aubrey was spinning Andre with her; in a dance.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 13, 2007 22:18:35 GMT -5
Well, this was certainly a change. He couldn't say that it hadn't been a nice change, but... a different change, at the very least. How did this happened? He'd been sitting, she'd come out of nowhere, he'd invited her to sit down, she'd started a conversation, he'd called her pretty - erm, beautiful, she'd joked around, he'd slid closer to her, she'd continued joking around, and now they were dancing. That was a good enough summary of what had just happened...
Dancing. He had no idea what he was doing at the moment; dancing had never been one of his favourite things to do... as a matter of fact, he'd only been joking when he'd suggested that they actually... dance. In either case, he got dates to dances or balls, for the sheer fun of actually... talking, and sitting there. In all honesty, the boy couldn't dance at all.
"Aubrey, darling. It would have been polite to ask first before pulling me onto my feet." At least if she had asked he could have lied and decided not to... but no. He was stuck now. [/size] |
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Post by Aubrey McLaggen on May 16, 2007 23:11:58 GMT -5
"Would it, now?"
Aubrey slowed her pace, judging by the low rumble and beat of the music playing inside, it was now a rather slow one. Slow, fast, slow, FAST. Yes, that was the beat; of which Aubrey attempted to keep up with. Hmm... Polite to ask first, eh? Well, maybe I should ask if it be politer to stalk you, love...
With a flick of her wrist, she moved Andre and created a twirl under his arm, grinning playfully then [pulling away from him. Yep, there hands unlocked and Aubrey stood, patting out her dress, at the same time she attempted to blow loose brown strands from her eyes.
"Sorry then," She added, with a wink and another flick of her wrist as it lay under the tips of her loose hair. No, definitely not. Andre did not really like, or understand the concept of the foot positioning when it came to dance. Aubrey, however, having taken it many times threw her life, had a knack for such things. She was also just one of those people to dance her way to the great hall. Woah.
"Andrew," Said Aubrey, smiling keenly at him, with just the hint of lust in her eyes. Well, she didn't know it was there; it had no purpose. For what she said made hardly any sense at the moment.
"Do you have a French name?"
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Post by Andre LeCaron on May 17, 2007 15:49:09 GMT -5
Andre smirked slightly, shaking her head. Well. Aubrey was quite an interesting girl, that was for sure. However, he honestly had no idea what she was doing right now, seeing as dance had never been anything he'd taken an interest in. Ugh. Now he looked like an idiot. He was no longer a dateless idiot, but he was an idiot that couldn't dance. Great. This was much of an improvement.
Do you have a French name? He couldn't help but let the slight trace of a humourous smile grace his lips. So the question did come. He hadn't been expecting it; actually, most people settled for Andrew and left it at that. However, he supposed that if anyone did want to, Andre wouldn't be /that/ had to pronounce. Honestly. How would that sound? Fairly simple. On-dray, more or less.
"Actually, I do. And that, Aubrey darling, would be Andre." He didn't honestly expect her to stop calling him Andrew. Actually, no one else ever had, and Aubrey, while different in some ways, was - nonetheless - simply another face in the crowd. Or at least, she was for the meantime. Leave it to Andre to assume he could predict the future. [/size] |
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