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Post by Daniel Clayton on Mar 29, 2009 8:55:08 GMT -5
Daniel Clayton wasn't sure of a lot--the years of the troll rebellions, the ingredients to the wolfsbane potion, the germination period of lionfish--but he was sure of one thing: he hated homework.
He sat at a table in the library, his research surrounding him like soldiers surrounding a rival troop, his long parchment sitting blank in front of him, blank like... well, something blank. Danny wasn't one for metaphors. The important thing was that he has been sitting their for about four hours now, working extensively on the essay he had due the next morning, and he had absolutely nothing done. Not for lack of trying. He just wasn't destined to be the studious type. But he had vowed to change, because the last thing he needed was to end up some dead beat loser paying child support or something. He wanted a career. He was reformed.
He sighed, a loud and dramatic sigh, and threw his quill down onto the parchment. The ink on it had dried long ago, so it left no mark. He buried his face in his hands for a brief moment, and sighed again, and then groaned, and then cursed his professor.
He picked the quill up, dipped it into the ink, and went back to... work.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on Apr 2, 2009 16:53:51 GMT -5
Potions was one of the few things in Karoliina's life that made perfect sense. There was no question to what went into things. It was a science. The reactions of ingredients together making one product. There were no lousy divorces. No step fathers trying to be more of a parent than they really are. And no favoritism, though it's always a state of denial, towards the actual heir to the middle class throne. Potions was perfect. And she was perfect at it.
Not perfect. But it was her subject. She was one of the best, in her very humble opinion, in the school. Other subjects didn't matter. If it was connected to Potions she was determined to be good at it. She had one more year to keep her grades perfect and prove to the world that they wanted and needed her for their jobs.
True. She didn't always use her powers for good. In fact, she wasn't a very good person at all, in that respect. There were a few potions she had learned to make which weren't exactly....Well. Let's just say she may have inadvertantly made herself a bit of a dealer. Only occasionally. Sometimes she needed the money. Sometimes she just felt like it. Either way she didn't take the potions so what did she care. Moving on.
Most of her free time was spent between her dorm and the library. Today she'd decided to get a few books for some downtime practice. White blonde hair left down and slightly messy, reaching far past her shoulders. Reaching for a high up book, short skirt rising a bit with the stretch, she glanced over at the sound of frustration.
She quirked an eyebrow over at the nearby table, slightly amused at the movement the boy was making. Yes, boy. She refused to call them a man until she knew they could act like one.
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 3:36:37 GMT -5
"Professor..." Grumble. Grumble. "Hart and her..." Grumble. Grumble. He sighed and dropped his quill again, and then pulled a book from the table in front of him, trying in vain to find inspiration in information. He leaned back and stretched his back for a moment, and then caught sight of a girl at a table giving him an odd look. He did a bit of a double take at her, starting to look away when the look on her face completely process and he turned back to face her. And he didn't regret it, because she was not bad to look at.
He smiled at her, waved, and then looked back down at his book. He wasn't allowed to get distracted by women anymore, he had made a promise. He scanned the page and grabbed his quill, tapping it against his parchment as he struggled to find something... inspirational.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on May 15, 2009 3:58:05 GMT -5
And there he went. Making sounds again. Karoliina almost went back to what she was doing until he looked up at her. He was quite cute, she'd admit. She appreciated attractiveness. Especially when it was so close. He smiled at her. And waved. The wave she wasn't so sure of. But she could move past that. The smile was cute. The going back to his work? Well. It was intriguing. She wasn't a fan. But she also didn't hate it.
The point was that he went back to his work. That didn't seem to be going anywhere.
She chuckled a bit to herself, picking out a book, and making her way over to his table. Leaning down a bit so she didn't have to speak so loud. Maybe a bit like a secret. Maybe just so she could get closer. What? Flirting was fun. Especially when they didn't seem to want to.
"I believe there's smoke pouring from your ears."
Charming as always, Karoliina.
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 4:00:34 GMT -5
Daniel smirked and chuckled at her joke, and looked up at her. She was quite close, not that he minded, and smelled strongly of several good things like lily and woman. "That's just something I do to help with my work," he quipped, and he cleared off the chair next to him of the spare books and papers. "Why don't you have a seat?" he said, motioning to it.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on May 15, 2009 4:04:40 GMT -5
"Oh. Well. I hope it works."
She didn't care too much about personal boundaries. Unless you tried to invade hers without her permission. If she wanted to touch you, it was fine. Just don't touch her unless you're worth it.
"Don't mind if I do."
She chuckled a bit more, taking the chair. If he wasn't cute she may have just blown him off. Right when he'd started his little homework tantrum. But he was cute. And that was a definite okay in her books. But he still had a lot to prove to be worthwhile. She'd give him a chance. Atleast he wasted time.
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 4:15:55 GMT -5
"I could use a break," he said, pushing the book away and looking at his watch. Five hours down, nothing done. Just great. He ignored the voice in his head reminding him that she wasn't going to help with his lack of essay. "I'm Danny," he said with a smile.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on May 15, 2009 4:18:53 GMT -5
"Karoliina." A pause. "Karo."
She surveyed the table a bit. His stuff. The general area. It didn't look like he'd gotten much done. But she was sure there was some male ego thing that would make him offended if she pointed that out.
"Been working long?"
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 4:23:28 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Five hours," he said with a shrug, tossing his quill on top of the book he had pushed away. "And I have... absolutely nothing done. So, you know, at least it wasn't wasted." He smiled again. She really was quite pretty, he liked looking at her, even if it didn't write his essay.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on May 15, 2009 4:26:26 GMT -5
"Five hours?"
She couldn't help but laugh. That was an obscenely long about of time. For homework? And nothing done to boot. He was quite the catch, she could tell that already.
"Something tells me I'm no expert on the subject you need. Though I might have to apply for the position of Muse. After all, it looks like you need one."
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 4:30:32 GMT -5
"I could certainly use a muse," he said, and he eyed her up and down. "And you look like you would be more than qualified for the position." He smirked and leaned back in his chair. He could think of more than a few ways she could /inspire/ him. It might not get the essay done, but there were more important things.
Wait, didn't he just recently convince himself that there weren't?
Well, maybe he wasn't entirely reformed yet.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on May 15, 2009 4:36:08 GMT -5
"I don't doubt that."
She chuckled. This boy was opening up quite fast for someone who had tried to ignore her. Interesting. Maybe she just had that charm. Maybe he was a horn dog.
"And haven't you heard of me before? I'm the best muse around."
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 4:44:27 GMT -5
Well, in his defence, he hadn't ignored her for any reason other than that he was supposed to be avoiding distractions from now on. He was supposed to be a good student and a good citizen and all that sort of bullshit. And when she got closer, he pretty much forgot all about that. He needed one of those mentors that people got when they quit drinking. "I haven't heard of you, but I'm sure that's just because you're so good that no one wants to share you," he cocked an eyebrow.
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Post by Karoliina Vadelma on May 15, 2009 4:48:43 GMT -5
She wasn't a distraction. She was better than that. He should be able to tell by now. She was definitely not the mentor he needed if he was going to reform. She was like the drug.
"Most definitely. It's a hard life. Being a Muse. But someone has to do it. And I'm most qualified."
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Post by Daniel Clayton on May 15, 2009 4:58:35 GMT -5
He had been stupid and let himself think too long, and he was about to do something he was going to really, really regret. His tongue almost didn't let him do it, but his hands took the lead and picked up the book. "You are absolutely qualified," he said quietly. "But I really need to actually do this."
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