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Fifth Year Lion
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Alanna
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Post by Dorian 'Wash' Washington on Feb 14, 2024 14:20:48 GMT -8
The worse thing about hogwarts was the fact that it had no proper place to dance. Not that Dorian ever voiced that frustration to anyone outside of his family. He'd learned the hard way when he was very young that kids had no problem bullying a boy for dancing, especially if said boy knew ballet to any degree; which Dorian did. He didn't need to paint a target on himself, not again, not like he had back in muggle school. And yet. . . . His whole like Dorian had either watched his moir dance or danced himself. So he missed dancing some fierce, and yeah he had an essay or three due but as his ayr would say about any chore his moir asked of him: traa dy liooar. Deciding to his assignments either at 2am or at the hall, skipping meals to finish up, Dorian set off the music room. One of the first spells he taught himself was a charm, one which would animate instruments and have them play a set piece of music. Of course it wasn't perfect, but Dorian was good enough at it by now to be passable in his books. Thankfully he saw no one in the music room and began sorting things out. First he set out some instruments, then he cleared a big enough space to dance in. He pulled off his robe next, under it he'd hiden a sleeveless black leotard, burgundy sweatpants that had seen better days sure but he still considered them good enough, lastly, a thin cropped hoodie because the castle was cold and he knew it'd take awhile for him to warm up. Changing out shoes for dance slippers the lion began his warm up stretches, going through them as fast as was safe. Feeling ready Dorian crossed to the far side of the wall and drew an x on the stone with chalk; a focal point for later. Satisfied with everything Dorian waved his wand like a conductor and the music began. Slow at first, hopeful and eager, and swilling, building, and Dorian was off. Perhaps not at fast as he'd like, but the first piece was as much of a warm up as his stretches. Roughly five minutes of dancing and the music dropped, a new piece beginning and Dorian used the slow start to catch his breath. Eyes catching on the chalk marking he broke rhythm. Eyeing the simple x as if it'd insulted his moir Dorian moved to the center of his makeshift dance floor. The tune picked up sharply and Dorian began to spin, once, twice, three times, half way through the fourth he lost too much momentum. Heavily his weight dropped back down to two feet and he tried again. And again, and again, and again. The boy spun with an intensity most saved for a mighty row, not ballet practice. Most people weren't Dorian though and when he focused he zeroed right it. The challenge he'd set for himself was six complete turns. Six turns in one push without making himself sick. Maybe it was a lot? After all, Dorian could only do five on a really good day. But then, just doing five wouldn't be much of a challenge.
Tags: none, Open Notes: Music
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FOURTH YEAR
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Post by Poppy Carmichael on Feb 14, 2024 15:09:16 GMT -8
Poppy walked through the castle halls with a dripping strawberry ice cream cone in one hand and her bookbag dragging across the floor in the other. How she managed not to smear her bag through the steady trail of melted pink goodness was a mystery in itself. Any decent person would be concerned with the mess they were leaving behind, but Poppy knew there was someone on Hogwarts payroll to get the job done. Why should she put in more effort than necessary and take away from their job? She really was a brat at times, not that it bothered her any. Her tongue wiping at the ice cream, Poppy continued on her way. She was headed for the music room. It was surprisingly one of the few places that was quiet. If Frog Choir wasn't practicing, it was typically empty. Poppy sometimes liked to go there to write. Plus, she wanted to get away from all the whispers.
Everyone knew that Rose Kelly had been brave enough to punch Poppy Carmichael square in the face. No one dared say it to talk about it while Poppy was around, but she noticed how conversations died down or stopped when she was around. Poppy couldn't fight the whole school. That was impossible. Her best defense was to glare them into submission and sulk in silence. Most would assume she was plotting some grand scheme on how to get back at Rose Kelly, Nathaniel James, and Laurie Greer, but Poppy didn't need to waste ink and parchment on that. She had a plan in the words, and it wouldn't be long until it came to fruition. Yes, she would make them pay. Right now, she didn't want to think about the people who had crossed her. Poppy wanted to focus on something she enjoyed, and that was writing. Mainly she would be writing letters to her father, informing him of the latest news, and when that was done, she'd
She pushed opened the door to the music room and slid her bag through the crack before she registered there was music playing. The red head looked up, staring at the spinning boy. Her lips curled into a cruel smile and she gently toed the door shut, leaning against it as she waited for him to finish his routine. She watched him in utter silence, and she finally made attempts to keep her ice cream from dripping all over the place. This was so much better than writing.
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Fifth Year Lion
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Post by Dorian 'Wash' Washington on Feb 14, 2024 18:26:16 GMT -8
Breathing hard, his chest heaving Dorian focused. Unfortunately he couldn't check his form, he'd yet to find a mirror big enough in the right sort of spot. But he could put faith in years of practice and the fact that ever summer he returned home, still practicing good form. Not perfect, but good, and that was good enough for Dorian.
Kick off, because Dorian was a little to forceful to call what he did pushing off, lift, knee bent, turn. Twice, three times. Focus on the marking, look back as long as possible, whip around to look back over the other shoulder, repeat. Maintain balance, back straight, arms high, no shifting, keep focus, never lose sight of the marking.
Fail.
For a moment, mere seconds, Dorian took a chance to breathe. Then he once again pushed off, turn, leg snapped into position, twice, arms high, thrice, watching the chalk X, four time. Don't get too excited, a fifth turn, then stumble. Because Dorian risked it for the biscuit instead of stopping while he was ahead. At least his spotting had gotten better, he didn't feel like throwing up after several attempts in a row.
Dorian stumbled, slightly, perhaps he was a little bit dizzier than he'd ever want to admit. Not that anyo-
Red hair, cruel smile, Dorian was thoroughly fucked wasn't he? What was Poppy even doing in the music room?! The frog choir didn't have practice, Dorian knew, he kept track so he could be sure to avoid them.
Arms crossed Dorian tried to hide how nervous he behind a glare and a wide stance. "What do you want Carmichael? Nothing good I'm sure." He frowned, brow low over a suspicious glare.
There was no way Dorian'd be able to finish practicing his pirouette and move on to fouettés was there? He accepted his grudgingly.
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FOURTH YEAR
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Post by Poppy Carmichael on Feb 14, 2024 19:01:34 GMT -8
Poppy followed his movement. He was pretty good, or so she was assuming. She couldn't do nearly half the stuff he was doing. If she bounced around that much on one leg, she'd roll an ankle. The freckle faced girl remembered the time her mother had attempted to put her through ballet. Poppy had thought they were going to see a movie, but then her mother had ushered her to the opposite end of the street. Poppy had stared at the sign in confusion as her mother explained it would be good for her. They had walked in, class started, and Poppy had sat in the center of the floor until Maeve finally gave in and took her home. That had been many years ago.
She had started into the cone by the time he realized she was in the room. Her gaze never wavered as he glared at her. "Is that any way to greet a lady, Washington?" Poppy might have deposited the remainder of the cone onto the floor had it not been her favorite flavor. She moved away from the door. "It wasn't like I was coming in here to watch you prance across the floor," she told him with a dismissive wave. "But now that I'm here...," she trailed off. "What do I do about it?"
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Fifth Year Lion
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Post by Dorian 'Wash' Washington on Feb 15, 2024 23:52:49 GMT -8
If there was one person in Hogwarts that Wash didn't want to know about his dancing is would probably be Carmichael. She was just so cruel, like unnessassrally so, the girl looked for fights. Even where there none, where there was no need. Sometimes he thought that Carmichael was the sort that could be totally alone, last person on earth, and she's fight her own shadow just for the sake of getting in a row. Something deep in his gut told Wash that he was in for it now.
"Yeah, it is no way ta talk ta a lady innit?" The boy agreed serious nod. "But I don't seen any ladies 'round here, do you?" It was rude, yeah, but Wash knew that she could be worse. He was just matching her, taking his cue from her cruel smile, and her glare, and the fact that he had yet to here of Poppy Carmichael being nice to anyone ever.
Carmichael's words brought a deeper frown to Wash's face, she was insulting him, dismissing and disrespecting him. It brought an angry blush to his, which made him feel embarrassed about blushing, which in turn made his blush even worse. When she asked what she should do Wash thought of a number of things, just about all of them would get his teeth brushed with soap if his mother heard it. So he went with the politist version he could think of: "Maybe you bugger off and leave me alone cause I was here first Carmichael. Tough luck, better luck next time, yeah?" Even as he said the words Wash knew that she would be doing no such thing. Still, a boy could dream couldn't he?
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FOURTH YEAR
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Post by Poppy Carmichael on Feb 16, 2024 7:10:27 GMT -8
Oh, he had some gall. She was very much a lady. In fact, she was as much a lady as every other girl that walked this campus. Perhaps she didn't display the same ladylike behavior, but neither was snogging everything that moved. It seemed to be the trend around here. Poppy gave a shrug. Why was it that even when she was trying to be civil, people assumed the worst? She didn't mind it all. She liked being feared. It had been her goal since day one. She couldn't say she completely disliked his energy. It was better than people cowering at the mere sight of her. She figured if she tried hard enough she could make him squirm, but he was a Gryffindor like herself. Poppy expected nothing less than resistance. That's what made their house so great. "Careful, Washington. I don't prisoners. Not even in my own house."
She watched the blush color his face. Was she getting under his skin so soon? That was boring. He told her to get lost and she crushed the cone in her hand. Before she could consider the consequences, she sent the cone flying at his face. "Keep it up, Dorian," she said, stressing his name because she knew only his 'friends' could call him by his given name. "You want to pick a fight with me, go ahead, but be warned, you're going to lose." Had he asked nicely, she might have cut him some slack. She was in enough trouble as it was. Then again, Poppy was always willing to try and test the patience of the Headmistress.
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Fifth Year Lion
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Post by Dorian 'Wash' Washington on Feb 18, 2024 21:36:30 GMT -8
Casual, unruffled, and yet Carmichael still managed to look ready to throw down without even so much as a first thought. Probably because she was ready to do just that. She was actually threatening him over the use of a room and a less than polite request for her to terrorise someone else. That wasn't a bit surprising at all. "Oh don't worry Carmichael, I've heard." He replied, without further explanation. Wash didn't think he'd need to, it was pretty obvious to what he was referring. Everyone had heard about the brawl she'd started. One which had gotten Rose in trouble, which Wash thought was hardly fair. And no, he wasn't bais at all you could feck right off
Eyes wide Wash ducked, just narrowly dodging the worst of the cone. It was a crushed ice cream cone after all, there was a trail of splattered drips leading from Carmichael to the ice cream and crushed cone mess now splattered across the wall behind Wash. Some of it was even splattered on one shoulder of his thin athletic hoodie.
"What Tha Feck Carmichael!" Wash shouted, his stance now low and defence, ready to react at a moments notice and his eyes watching Carmichael suspiciously. "Tha one pickin' fights is ya! Ya twpsyn!" Wash shouted back, accent getting thick as his blood began to boil with anger. Still, he held back, Wash could keep his head no matter how angry even if he couldn't keep his tongue between his teeth. Only knowing that Gryffindor team had been in enough trouble thanks to Carmichael kept him from rushing the girl. Some might think it was wrong to hit a girl, Wash would argue it was okay to hit anyone that hit first, or would hit first, given the chance.
"Yeah," Wash admitted glaring Carmichael down from cross the room, "I might lose. But keep up Carmichael, keep it up till ya get expelled and when it 'appens, no ones gonna miss ya. Do ya know why?" The question was rhetorical, and Wash waited only a beat before he answered his own question. "No ones gonna miss ya 'cause ya been givin' everyone ya meet a black eye."
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FOURTH YEAR
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Post by Poppy Carmichael on Feb 24, 2024 11:30:11 GMT -8
Poppy grinned wide as the cone splattered against the wall. "Art," she said with amusement. A laugh escaped her as she fully examined the damage. It had missed Dorian for the most part, but she'd managed to catch his shoulder. "I guess I should have expected your reflexes to be good, seeing as though you do ballet," she teased. The red headed wasn't even mad that she'd missed. She could always find something else to throw. Oh, she could make it a whole game! He started shouting at her, and she frowned. His accent drowned out anything worth listening to. "I pick fights because I know I can win them," she told him with little care in the world. "I pick fights because it's fun. I pick fights because everyone is too cowardly to stand up for themselves. It's really pathetic when you think about it. Everyone walks around here all macho, but the first sign of trouble they go running to a teacher." She gave a huff. "I guess that's the thing about witches and wizards. They ain't much good without their magic."
She didn't seem deterred as he mentioned expulsion. Everyone seemed to cling onto that word when it came to her. "I haven't given you a black eye." She paused for emphasis. "Yet." Poppy cracked her knuckles. "You think I care what the general population thinks about me? Do you think I'm worried about expulsion? About my legacy at this school for stuck up little girls and boys that want to make mummy and daddy proud, yeah?" She gave a curt laugh. "Don't be delusional." She motioned for him to stand up straight. "I don't need people to remember me. I don't need people to miss me."
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Fifth Year Lion
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Post by Dorian 'Wash' Washington on Mar 3, 2024 17:35:24 GMT -8
Brow furrowed with more than just frustration Wash looked at Carmichael as if the girl were mad. Perhaps she was? Carmichael being some sort of crazy would probably explain why she did some of the things she did. As she talked Wash just glared, he felt a bit like he was about to be subjected to a villain's monologue. "There's nothin' wrong with gettin' help," Wash muttered petulantly, just waiting for Carmichael to throw something else at him.
Sadly the band had stopped playing, it was a shame because getting into a fist fight with Carmichael while music played would've been very cool. Almost cool enough to make the detention they would surely get worth it. Ahh, lost opportunities. Maybe she'd wait for him to recast the charm?
Listening to Carmichael crack her knuckles really drove the threat home. Wash was lucky he'd already been sweating because he was breaking out in a nervous sweat. Sure Wash could get angry but he began to realise that Carmichael just was angry; she was angry and violent, and vicious. It looked like it was something deep in her, something that was maybe woven in completely. He almost felt sorry for. "That's just sad Carmichael," Wash said, was it exhausting being so angry at everyone all the time? He had to assume it was. "People aren't meant to be all alone, with or without magic, we need each other. Sooner or later ya'll need help; get hurt, or ya'll need an extra pair of hands, someone to watch your back, someone who knows the stuff you don't know, or ya'll just need someone to vent to. If you didn't push everyone away you'd know that." It wasn't Wash's place to say what he was. He couldn't stop himself though, no one else seemed willing to talk to Carmichael so Wash figured that it was up to him. "You're all alone though aren't you? You're angry all the time, you attack everyone around you, then you've gone and convinced yourself that you're okay like that. But that's just lying while you use anger to cover up everything." With a half snort Wash shook his head slightly, admonishing Carmichael, or at least, the Carmichael that Wash saw.
Something told Wash that he was about to get his face rearranged. Weirdly, he didn't regret what he'd said. But who knew, in an hour Wash might regret it, Carmichael could probably do a lot of damage in an hour. But since his grave was already six feet deep Wash thought 'Why not aim for seven feet?' and opened his big mouth: "I really hope ya manage to find someone who will remember you, someone who'll mourn you when you're gone. Cause this is just sad. . . . Respectfully, since, ya know, I'm supposed to be 'stuck up'."
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FOURTH YEAR
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Post by Poppy Carmichael on Mar 20, 2024 15:05:31 GMT -8
"Speak up, Dorian. Hard to hear when you're muttering," Poppy taunted. While Poppy was glad the music had stopped, she'd have agreed that epic fight music would have made things interesting. She'd never beat someone up to an unintentional theme song. Missed opportunities indeed. Either way, there was no doubt in her mind that she could win against Dorian. She'd picked fights with bigger opponents and won. That was the thing about Poppy. She was all or nothing. She didn't go into a fight thinking she'd lose. No, she went into every fight with the intention of winning, and a majority of the time, she did just that. If someone would just let her play Quidditch, maybe she'd be less aggressive. It would have been the perfect outlet. She was fit enough to get the job done.
The other Gryffindor gave a scuff when the other lion started going on and on about how her situation was sad. He even went as far as to tell her she'd need someone to lean on eventually. It was none of his business, but she already had that someone. She had her twin. Parker was the person she turned to when things felt out of sorts. Her brother had had her back since they were small and had continued to protect her after they'd joined Hogwarts. She'd done the same for him, although he rarely found himself in trouble, if at all. The more he talked, the more Poppy wanted to punch him in the face. Yes. She was angry. Yes, she took that anger out on others. Yes. She had told herself that it was okay, because it would be! Her Papa would get out of prison and then everything would be right again.
"You don't know anything about me," she told him, her voice just as icy as her glare. "I ain't like the rest of em. I don't lie about who I am. I know who I am. I'm Poppy fucking Carmichael, and I ain't ever going to change. Not for you. Not for my mom. Not for the bloody Professors. Not for anyone! I'm fine just as I am, and if people don't like it, they can sod off." Poppy wasn't going to just take being talked to like she was in some therapy session and not have a snippy response. Poppy was crossing the room when he called her sad again. She'd show him sad. She stopped directly in front of him, glaring at him. "Call me sad again, Dorian. I dare you. I'll make you swallow your bloody teeth."
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Fifth Year Lion
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Post by Dorian 'Wash' Washington on May 11, 2024 11:51:50 GMT -8
Questioning his life choices Wash watched as Poppy got progressively more pissed off. What was that one thing his father had talked about? Trying to recall the term Wash played a game of mental pictionary: They'd all been together, Alice was on her space movie kick, his father had been going off on a rant about the movies name which was. . . . Event Horizon!
That was it, Wash felt like he could feel himself approaching the Carmichael Rage Event Horizon! That probably wasn't a thing, but he was going to make it a thing!
You know, if he survived his encounter with the Carmichael Rage Event Horizon.
Why call it an event horizon? Because, it was the point at which one could not escape, in this case, Wash knew he could no longer escape Carmichael before she blew. It was now inevitable that Wash was gonna have to fight Carmichael if he ever wanted out of this bloody room. Okay, sure there was a chance that someone might still walk by, but Wash felt that if someone was gonna show up, then they'd have done so already.
In for a penny, in for a pound, as Wash'd mum would say.
"And who's fault is that Carmichael? 'Cause I know I tried to be nice first year, you're the one too good for friends." Wash shot back, he stood up straight, pretending that he wasn't totally scared of her.
Wash did notice Carmichael's mention of her mom, did that mean Carmichael couldn't even get on with family? That was something Wash just couldn't imagine, he loved his mum, kind of wanted to be like her, he loved his dad, his many siblings, and they all loved him in turn. Family was the one thing that he could always count on, the thought that Carmichael couldn't even count on her's made him sad for her. Which was odd, feeling both scared of her, and sad for her, what an odd mix of feelings.
The lioness stalked towards Wash looking every bit like their house's animal. By sheer force of will Wash kept himself from stepping back. Yup, this was it, The Carmichael Rage Event Horizon, like a bloody numpy Wash had jumped right in like an over excited kid hopped into the deep end of the pool.
Swallowing hard Wash looked Carmichael in the eye. He braced himself, shifting his weight lower, readying himself to try and the blow he'd knew was coming. Wash knew, Carmichael knew, everyone knew that he'd never beat her in a fight. But Wash had hope that years of afternoons spent in his mum studio might help him dance away, get enough space so he could run out the door.
Yeah, that felt like a plan.
Having just swallowed his fear Wash opened his stupid mouth because he never knew when to stop. "I think, that this whole thing you've got going on, taking you feelings out on everyone else; I think it's pathetic." Wash spat out the last word, resigned to his fate. But he had to, it was probably the only blow he'd get in.
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