Post by Azraella Cadwallader on Oct 13, 2013 18:25:44 GMT -5
A bored Azraella was never a good one. She had a habit of being at her most random and spontaneous when she was bored and had nothing to do. What she wanted, was some company, but she'd found herself about as far away from people as she could possible be - the owlery. Well, that wasn't about to stop her. The first name that popped into her mind was a certain Ravenclaw friend of hers, Nicholas. Was there any better company than that?
Her dilemma, however, was how to find him. Or perhaps... how he was to find her? A light bulb lit up somewhere in her mind and she pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag, and quickly ripped the parchment into about a dozen pieces. On each one she wrote a different message, tied it to the leg of an owl, and sent it on it's way, before writing on the next piece of parchment and doing the same. He'd get the hint.
Nicky! I'm bored.
Meow. Find me.
Nicholas. Nicky Nicky Nicholasss!
An owl just pooped.
I thought you'd want to know.
Are you on your way yet?
I'm running out of parchment...
Or maybe just running out of owls.
How far away are you?
The first owl just came back. You better be on your way.
Run!
If you don't get here soon I'm going to scoop owl poop in a bag and send it to you...
Post by Nicholas Deschain on Oct 13, 2013 18:54:34 GMT -5
Nicholas stared down at his book, tapping his quill from one page to the other. Though he knew everything he had read so far, he was still reading in search of that one thing in the book that would make this a worthwhile endeavor. He was beginning to think that it was a completely useless task though and that he should just close the book and write the essay without it. Fungus was an easy topic. Pay attention in herbology and you didn’t have much else to worry about. He sighed and closed the book just as an owl swooped in and shook the parchment from its leg. He grinned brightly at the hand writing. Ella. And then another owl swooped in, followed by two more. “Bloody hell…” He pushed his chair back hurriedly and rushed out of the dorm room.
The other owls managed to find him on his run and he quickly pulled the parchment off of each, only managing to make out a few words here and there on his dash toward the owlery. Nicky rushed up the stairs and came to a halt at the stop, leaning against the wall and struggling to pull in air. “Please….in the name of all things good….tell me you did not owl me…poop.” Nicky raised his brows at her, still gasping for air but unable to keep the grin off his face. He almost hoped that she had and that it had gone to the dorms. They’d have fun explaining that one.
Post by Azraella Cadwallader on Oct 13, 2013 19:02:48 GMT -5
Was she going to have to resort to following through with the owl poop threat? She really hoped not, but if Nicky didn't hurry his skinny arse up and get here soon, then she really would do it. As it was she reached into her bag and pulled out another sheet of parchment and started to carefully fold it, using it as a distraction to kill time as well as making it into a little envelope/pouch shape so if Nicky didn't show up soon she could fill it with pellets from the floor and and send them.
“Please….in the name of all things good….tell me you did not owl me…poop.”
Azra grinned and held up the little pouch she had just made. "You're seconds away from it. You're lucky you made it here in time. What took you?" It probably hadn't been all that long, considering the size of the castle, and from the way Nicky was out of breath, he had clearly hurried. She jumped down from where she had been sitting and crouched, scooping some pellets into the little pouch she'd made. "So, who deserves a present today?"
Post by Nicholas Deschain on Oct 13, 2013 19:39:13 GMT -5
Nicholas eyed the pouch that she had made before he started to laugh, which came out as a wheezing horrible sound from the lack of oxygen still in his lungs. He coughed a few times before he straightened himself up, gaining enough of his composure back to possibly carry on a normal conversation. Nicky pushed his hand back through his hair before he gave her a ‘you’re crazy’ look. “Are you serious, woman? I was starting to think something was wrong with you. I had to run all the way from the Ravenclaw common room.” He gave her a grin before he ran his hands down his chest. “But thank you for keeping me in shape. Have to stay sexy somehow.” He winked at her quickly as he leaned against the wall, eyes following her movements.
Was anyone annoying enough to him at the moment to send owl poop too? “Oh, you could always send it to Lucius. That idiot has it coming.” Nicky gave a snort of laughter before he shook his head, showing that he didn’t really want it sent to Malfoy, though he would love nothing more than to see the look on his face at receiving such a gift. “Needs to be someone who would at least somewhat understand. What about Sirius?” Nicholas raised his brow at her, asking her opinion on the matter.
Post by Azraella Cadwallader on Oct 14, 2013 6:19:45 GMT -5
“Are you serious, woman? I was starting to think something was wrong with you. I had to run all the way from the Ravenclaw common room.”
"Aww, poor baby." She grinned - winding Nicky up was one of the best things to do, though of course, that worked both ways. As much as she could wind him up he could give as good as he got. Well, it kept the day interesting, that was for sure.
“But thank you for keeping me in shape. Have to stay sexy somehow.”
Azra just rolled her eyes as she started towards some pellets. "I don't think standing there stinking of sweat can be considered particularly sexy, my dear. But it's good to know that I have you at my beck and call." She grinned as she straightened up again. "Besides, if you really wanted to be sexy you'd try harder to look like me." She pulled a pose and blew him a kiss with a grin on her face.
“Oh, you could always send it to Lucius. That idiot has it coming. Needs to be someone who would at least somewhat understand. What about Sirius?”
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "What did the poor guy do to you this time?" She looked down at the little pouch in her hand. "Maybe we should send them to the Marauders in general. It can be a joint present. I'm sure they'll appreciate the thought put into it." She reached for her bag again, pulling her quill back out.
Post by Nicholas Deschain on Oct 14, 2013 16:30:12 GMT -5
Nicholas looked down at himself with a frown before he shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t be appealing to everyone.” He lifted his gaze back to her with a smile. Sweaty might not be the sexiest thing to her but he was sure there was some girl in the castle somewhere who will still fall over at the sight of him covered in sweat. “You wish. I really was more worried that the owls had decided to murder you in your insistence to work your way through every one of them.” Probably not the best excuse for him running out here but it’d have to work. Nicky laughed and shook his head. “No way. You’ve got all that red hair going on. Who would think red hair is sexy?” He did. But that was completely beside the point, though it was probably the real reason behind him running out here like a mad man.
Nicholas sighed. “What does he ever really do to anyone? The guy is just a pain in the ass. He deserves a nice present for all of his efforts.” Or perhaps it was just the fact that Nicky didn’t care for most slytherins and Lucius always had that look about him. That look that said ‘I’m better than you’ll ever be’, which grated on his nerves to no end. “Oh good call. I’m not sure Remus will find it amusing, but the other three will no doubt. Do it.” He grinned brightly, liking this plan. They were never going to hear the end of it though and it would probably very quickly turn into a war.
Post by Azraella Cadwallader on Oct 27, 2013 20:10:38 GMT -5
Azra had to be honest, Nicky was a pretty hot guy. She wouldn't say so much to his face, not even in a jokey way, because that would be too much of a boost to his already over-inflated ego, but yes, she did think he was hot. Even sweaty. That didn't mean she was going to like... act on it - they were friends. But heck, since when did she care about thinking past the current day? She wouldn't care if something happened or whether they didn't. She just liked to take each day as it came, and right now, they were friends, and she freakin' loved winding him up.
“You wish. I really was more worried that the owls had decided to murder you in your insistence to work your way through every one of them.”
"They were all so willing to help me out. I had a little line of them standing here all eagerly holding their legs out. I think they're underworked - they're bored." A lot of people brought their own owls to school with them, and there seemed to be the same few that students used to send their mail. Some owls had better reputations that others at being good and quick at delivering mail, and some of the birds, she had to admit, were looking a bit past their prime up here. She wanted to cuddle them all to her and tell them they were loved. Oh, she loved her oddly sentimental moments.
“No way. You’ve got all that red hair going on. Who would think red hair is sexy?”
"And just you watch it, mister. I recently found a spell to change hair color. Keep that up and you'll be finding yourself with a ginge mop to match." She might have sounded more threatening if she was pointing her wand at him, but pointing a bag of owl droppings really ruined the effect. She knew he was all jokes, but she did rather like the idea of charming his hair just as a prank... Maybe she'd make him into a rainbow... “Oh good call. I’m not sure Remus will find it amusing, but the other three will no doubt. Do it.”
"Okay..." She reached down and picked up a feather from the floor, shoving it into the pouch with the droppings. "I'll just tell him I've got him a new quill." She scribbled a message onto the side of the parchment, sealed the top off, and turned to face the owls. To prove her earlier point, three flew down to her and held out their little legs. They all looked so desperate to be the chosen one. "Aww... Quick, Nicky! Make some more pouches and they can have one each. These ickles need a job to do."
