Post by Victoire Weasley on Oct 26, 2009 22:57:41 GMT
Victoire smiled as she clutched her books and slid, Mary Poppins style down the staircase banister, earning a few dirty looks from the last of the stragglers to class. Landing, neatly, on the second-floor platform, she bowed, and allowed a number of first years to dash up to where she had escaped. They watched her, confused, not expecting kindess from a seventh year, and assuming she was playing some kind of trick on them. Which Victoire was not. Not at all. No, in her amazingly good mood, she refused to do anything cruel, to anyone today. But, knowing she couldn't resist if faced by Duros, she kindly informed her friends that she would be skipping class, and enjoying her day without the annoyance of moronic teachers. Victoire smiled, and began to loudly sing off tune as the last students made their way into the hallways and escaped the staircase which often confused them as much as it did her. No one was around to hear her, and she'd be able to make herself disapear at any moment with the invisiblity cloak she had stolen from James when he wasn't paying attention. No teachers would be bothering Victoire, today.
Kota strutted down the hall, with no shirt, and only a pair of basketball shorts he had stolen from a store a long time ago. His hair was damp, as was the rest of his body. He had just gotten back from the Black Lake, minutes before. He had woken up super late, thanks to his obnoxious roommate who didn't give a shit if Kota was late to class. He rolled his eyes fervently, deciding that he would just skip the whole day. He had already missed two full classes so what was the point in going now? Exactly. He walked down the stairs, then looked around him suddenly checking to see if any teachers or students were around. Noting that there were none, Kota jumped onto the rail, sliding down it gracefully on his butt. He jumped back off perfectly on his feet, a sleek and yet seductive smile on his face.
Kota ran down the stairs, then saw a girl sitting down on the next flight of stairs. He bent down to the ground, studying her quickly. She was way cute, and looked cool to hang out with. He shrugged, deciding to go chill with another rebel. She had skipped class too, so who wouldn't want some company? He laughed to himself lightly, as he strolled over to the girl, making it just in time before the stairs moved rather quickly. He sighed, then it struck him. This was Victoire Weasley. His eyes widened as he sat down next to her, smiling his genuine smile.
Post by Victoire Weasley on Oct 26, 2009 23:21:57 GMT
Victoire continued her lousy song, her voice echoing in the large room, and giving it a rather creepy effect. It wasn't until she heard the echoing of footsteps did her voice waver before ending completely. There was the squeak of someone sliding down the rail and then a muffled thump of that same someone landing. It couldn't have been a teacher, because a teacher would have begun yelling at her the moment she came into their sigths, and because Victoire was fairly sure teachers didn't slide down banisters. At least none of the ones she knew did. So, twisting her body to see who it was, a cocky grin lit her face as she spotted another class cutter. Lifting an eyebrow at his clothes, or lack there of, she said, "Get kicked out of class? I'm pretty sure not wearing a shirt is against school rules" Her grin said she wasn't serious, but she snickered, quietly, so he wouldn't take offense, as most did for some reason whenever she spoke. Maybe it was just in her genes for everyone to dislike her so. But she had no reason for this person to hate her. He seemed nice enough as he placed himself next to her on the stair. "So, skip class often, or is this your first offense?" She looked him over, subtly, and she bit her lip to keep her grin from growing wider. She was certain he wasn't a Gryffindor, and he was cute. Her cousins would most likely not be happy that she had spent time with a rebel, especially if that rebel was a non-gryffindor. Victoire could almost see Rosie's dissaproving look. All the more reason to be friendly.
Kota laughed slightly, at Victoire's statement about not wearing a shirt. He leaned back against the stairs, his elbows supporting his head easily. "Well, actually I overslept a tad bit... actually I overslept a lot. I missed two full classes, so really what's the point in going now? Even though I was planning to ditch class anyways, but I suppose stuff like that just works out huh?" He smiled softly at Victoire, coming up with a nick name for her on the spot. He smiled at it, and began talking again, "Oh, and this is about the billionth time I've ditched class..." Watching the surprised look on her face he added rather quickly, "I'm just kidding, this is probably the fifth time. Don't worry I'm not THAT much of a rebel."
Kota cleared his throat, putting his hand out to shake, as he properly introduced himself. "I'm Kota Daniels... seventh year Slytherin... and you are Victoire Weasley correct?" He shook her hand softly, pulling it back ever-so gently. His smile grew, his eyes shining with pure delight. "Oh, and don't worry, I'm not in the DE, nor do I plan to join the DE... well, at least not anymore. I'm not a threat to the NO, trust me. Well, I actually could be if I tried, but I'm not gonna try." He added before she could tun away from him.
Post by Victoire Weasley on Oct 27, 2009 0:06:03 GMT
Victoire's eyes lit up at the exaggeration. So rebel boy had a sense of humor. She grinned as he re-explained himself, and she nodded. "I dunno if I could manage skipping a billion times. I'm too much of a klutz. I'd get caught, though I'm surprised I have only been caught once so far, this year. 'Course, the other times, I was younger, so they don't count, eh?" She placed her books down beside her, and moved a stray blonde hair out of her eyes. Noticing that he had stuck out his hand, she shook it. "Kota? Well, well, well. Skipping Slytherein. I thought I'd never see the day." She allowed him to continue naming hismelf without interruption, and only began once more after he had finished. "Don't worry about this war. Even if you are a threat, I doubt I'd do anything. We haven't been doing anything. It'd be nice to be on the offensive side of things, but that's for Zane to decide, eh? And, yeah, I'm Victoire. I guess Nikita's spoke of me. Not with favor, I guess. Chaser, and Fifth of the Five. Oh, and self-proclaimed Class Cutting Queen. Not that I have much competition. All of my friends skip class for meetings. I skip cause I feel the need." She noticed her hand was slightly wet, and lifted her eyebrow, once more. "Been swimming, lately?" It was strange talking to a Snake, without cussing, screaming, spell casting, or crying. It was unnatural in her eyes, but that'd be dealt with later.
Kota smiled at the fact that she didn't totally freak out when he said he was a Slytherin. "Don't worry I won't worry about the war... I'm not the worrying type, love." He laughed gently, listening to her finish. "You have a great last name, may I add. My last name sucks. No wonder I can't get any chicks. If they marry me they wont want my last name... hmmmm..." His finger tapped his chin, as if he were thinking hard, although he wasn't. Not at all as a matter of fact.
Kota smiled gently at Victoire, a glint hiding in his eyes. "So how's your life Toire? Good, or no? I can call you that nickname right? You're okay with it? I just came up with it on my own... yes, bask in it's presence!" He laughed inwardly, feeling odd talking to a lion in such a senseer, and.... well... nice voice. He was respecting her, and he well... kinda valued her. He had a strange feeling in his stomach, as it began to churn to his immediate thoughts.
Post by Victoire Weasley on Oct 27, 2009 23:48:48 GMT
Victoire smiled. Torie honestly sounded a hell of a lot better than Vikki, what everyone continued to call her. "Torie? I like it. Yes, I'm basking in it's superiority. And, Weasley? Do you have any idea how many 'Weasel' comments I get? I like my mother's maiden name a bit more, but I guess it's nice. People leave me alone, most of the time, because they know if they piss me off, they'll be drowning in Weasleys. And, Daniels doesn't sound too bad. Think of how sophisticated it could be. Doctor Daniels, Secret Agent Daniels, uh... Professor Daniels?" She looked up at the towering stairs, the height of the ceiling almost giving her vertigo. She felt momentarily dizzy, though shook it off, and was fine the moment she looked away. "And, life... I dunno. Boredly anticipating the Tri-wizard cup, I guess. Or octo-cup...? Anyway, James and Lily are in it, so I'm expected to care. What about you, Kota? Anything interesting on your end of the spectrum?" She picked up a strip of parchment and doodled, uncareing that she was a lousy artist. It wasn't her forte. She was a writer, not a drawer. Though, Victoire felt slightly uneasy at what this Slytherein's opinion might be. I wonder why that is
Kota laughed gently, holding himself up with his elbows. "Well, I'm glad that you like it. Hurm... well I guess mine isn't that bad... but it has no memory to it. My parents never did anything that the whole wizarding world remembered. They were just there. Period. The end. I guess in a way, I'm kinda like them. Not really noticed, but then again I am... does that make any sense?" He asked, beginning to think that it didn't make any sense what-so-ever.
He sighed again, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes shone with happiness, and quality as he began talking once more. "Haha, no not at all... well kinda... I just got dumped after about a minute of going out with Corliss Malfoy... my old best friend. It sucked. She just changed her mind... weird I know. I'm getting over it though... it's a very slow progress may I add. You got a boyfriend Torie?" He asked her casually, going no where with the simple question.
Post by Victoire Weasley on Nov 4, 2009 0:24:24 GMT
Victoire raised an eyebrow as Kota brought up the fact that he had been recently dumped. By his best friend nonetheless. Though, she barely knew him, a surge of pity welled up within her. Maybe it was because he had been dumped by Corliss, a girl she had never encountered wihout something deadly occuring. Discreetly keeping her opinions on the blondie to herself, Victoire shrugged. "Ahh, the boyfriend situation. No, currently, I am single. I mean, there was Noah Dale, for maybe a few moments, and that was never anything...I dunno, real. We were each other's last shot, I guess. I bet you understand that. But, he's got Zoey now, and that leaves me." She chuckled loudly, and trailed off, thinking. The silence lasted a mere minute longer before the room's odd echoing effect brought an unwelcome sound to eher ears. Almost instantly, the Invisibilty Cloak was out of her magicked pants pocket, and unfolded. She had practiced this many times, so it was second nature to her. Sparing barely a thought, she suddenly squished Kota to the banister, trying to make the two of them as small as possible, before throwing the strange cloak over their heads. It didn't help that Mister Daniels was so damn tall! She held her breath as the teacher -she was too busy trying to fold herself out of it's path, so she didn't notice who it was- walked past them, with barely a glance in their direction. After what seemed like hours, but could have only been a minute or two, the professor disappeared into one of the corridors, and Victoire was able to breath once more. She inhaled deeply, and pulled away, refolding what had been her life saver so many times, and tucking it away, carefully. James would kill her if she somehow managed to rip it. Especially when he most likely didn't even realize that she had it yet. "That was close" She breathed, and then laughed, once more. She felt like, for some reason, that she had been performing some sort of high profile crime, the one that would get you sent to Azkaban. She smiled at her own idiocy, and looked back to Kota, who still looked a little squished. "So....What'dya get on that Potions test?"