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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 17 2010, 01:54:52 PM Post #1 |
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Ian shot after Elle, who wasn't going terribly fast, meaning that Ian's Nimbus 2001's turn radius was far too wide to make keeping up with Elle as easy as he'd like. He'd almost have had an easier time if she sped up. He could catch her with a good burst of speed, but if he did so at the wrong time, he'd just zoom past her. Here, Elle's penchant of aerial ballet was making things difficult. Ian was not to be discouraged, however, and he just kept on concentrating on her glistening mane of red hair whipping about in the wind as she continued to elude him. "Don't you know anything about Slytherins, sweetheart?" Ian called, playful yet determined, "We get what we're after." |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 17 2010, 02:10:32 PM Post #2 |
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Elle's tinkling laughter flew back to Ian on the gentle breeze of midmorning. She banked hard right and rolled to the side, extending one arm out so her fingers nearly skimmed the ground. A group of shrimpy looking second years shrieked and scattered as she headed their way, but she pulled up quickly and shot back into the cool air. This was far too much fun, spiraling and soaring through the air. She might not be a star Quidditch played, but she certainly knew how to fly. She chased after a fat dove that had just erupted out of a nearby tree, giving it a fright as she yelled in pure joy. She glanced back at Ian who was relatively close behind her. With no warning she came to a crashing halt, flinging herself low against her broom and doubling back easily. Ian shot past her in the opposite direction and Elle cackled wickedly at his misfortune. "Oh, I know all about Slytherins, love. But apparently you don't know how to catch a Ravenclaw!" Elle could tell he was having a difficult time keeping a slow pace; his broom was better equipped for serious speed. So Elle took her time flying in a tight, zig-zagging path towards the astronomy tower, keeping low to the ground and flat against her broomstick. |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 17 2010, 02:46:35 PM Post #3 |
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Elle's laughter goaded Ian, making him more determined than ever to claim his prize. She sounded like she was having fun, but Ian was a different sort of animal--he was in hunter mode. His ancestor, Julia, might have been able to turn into a vulture, but Ian was more of a hawk about to dive on his prey. He shot forward, ignoring Elle's zig-zagging pattern completely. She was heading for the Astronomy tower, he knew. No matter what the speed, the Nimbus 2001 ascended faster than most other brooms. If she just stayed her course long enough, she'd have nowhere to go but up when she got too close to the tower, for walls on either side cut her off, and even she couldn't do a 180 degree turn that fast. Her only options would be up or turn around, and Ian had a good shot of catching her either way as he flew just above her. |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 17 2010, 03:53:38 PM Post #4 |
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Elle looked up at Ian; he was close, too close, and she was having way too much fun to let this end so soon. She tucked into a quick 180 degree turn and sped back in the direction of the pitch, only to swerve and head suddenly towards the lake. Elle skimmed the surface of the glassy water with one foot before swooping back up. Elle quit messing around and flew like she was actually being chased. She hurtled as fast as she could through the air, weaving slightly to keep Ian off her tail. It was exhilarating, flying as if she were being followed by a couple hundred dementors. She wondered how long she could keep it up before Ian would catch her. |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 17 2010, 04:07:51 PM Post #5 |
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Ian rose sharply as Elle made a 180 degree turn, heading back the way she came. Without missing a beat, he flipped backwards on his broom in an arc that put him in the right direction, though, upside down as he crossed his legs to keep his hold on his broom. Elle sped up over the surface of the lake. As Ian chased her, he felt the air around him become much cooler over the water. Now, if Ian was not Ian, and Ian was not a prime example of Slytherin cunning, he might have thought twice about misusing his...unnatural advantages in a contest. While Ian had never done so in an actual contest, he reasoned that Elle had been the first not to play fair when she denied him the prize that was rightfully his. So, without a sound, Ian concentrated on the surface of the lake, a wide area over which Elle now sped rippled and, suddenly, burst upward as if someone had thrown a large rock into it. The water rose with hardly any force at all. Just a big splash, really. Just enough to get her a little wet and possibly startle her enough for Ian to catch up as he sped towards her copper-headed form as it momentarily was cloaked in a veil of sparkling water. She appeared to him, then, as something light and alluring, the sun glinting off the water to give her an ethereal glow--like a beautiful sly, mischievous water sprite. |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 17 2010, 05:50:02 PM Post #6 |
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Elle pulled up short as a wave of water leaped from below and splashed the front of her. She reeled backwards and turned back sharply, glaring at Ian who was surprisingly close. The few drops of water that had managed to hit her were already drying in the bright sun. Elle scowled at the boy; her mouth turned down in an unhappy frown. "That. Was not very nice of you." A little smirk tugged the corners of her lips. "If you don't watch yourself, love, I'll hit you with a nasty hex. And I won't bother to fix you up, either." Elle grinned. She had gotten somewhat of a reputation, at least among the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, the previous year. She had, after all, been the one that had helped their Potions professor smuggle June Brooks out of the Great Hall after she'd been tortured half to death by some Slytherin. She remembered the following weeks all to vividly; she and Rodrigo Caparelli had kept an almost constant vigil at the poor girl's bedside, tending to her scars and trying to keep her spirits up. Elle turned her attention back to Ian, studying his face as she nudged her broom closer to him. "Go on, then. I think you worked hard enough to claim your prize now, no?" |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 17 2010, 06:22:40 PM Post #7 |
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"I never said I was nice," said Ian, "And you started it. I had no obligation to play fair if you didn't." "If you don't watch yourself, love, I'll hit you with a nasty hex," said Elle "And I won't bother to fix you up, either." She floated closer to him, close enough for their combined warmth to once again fill the space, for Ian's nose to be pricked once again by her scent. Oh, she'd already hexed him, and unfortunately for Ian, he couldn't be fixed. "Go on, then. I think you worked hard enough to claim your prize now, no?" Ian slid closer on his broom. Their broom handles crossed, sliding his sliding over hers to allow him closer access to her. "You should've known," said Ian, his senses inundated by the cold on his back, the warmth in front of him, and the combined scent of perfume, seat, and crisp lake air, "I'm also an experienced Seeker." The initial meeting of their lips could have been thought to be awkward--Ian always had a hard time getting started--but, to Ian's surprise, Elle was kissing him back, and before either of them knew what they were doing, Ian had one hand on his broom, and one arm around Elle to prevent her from falling and the pair of them were snogging in mid-air over the lake. Their precarious choice of make-out territory made it necessary for the both of them to have their bodies tightly pressed together, mostly to avoid losing their balance, but Ian enjoyed that part all the same. Elle's scent, the warmth of her body, the feel of her full lips on his (even the slight dampness of their clothes felt strangely pleasant) wiped all thoughts of Tinsley from his mind. He'd only feel guilty after the fact. Only after that would he try to justify it in his mind. |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 17 2010, 06:49:50 PM Post #8 |
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Fire. Elle's whole body erupted with fire as Ian's lips pressed against hers. It felt like it had been a century since she'd felt the heat of another's body. She relished it, drank it in with every movement of her peppermint-chapsticked lips. She slipped one hand around his neck and pressed her slender body as close to his as she could. In that moment, there was nothing more she needed than his lips against hers, and her kiss expressed just that. For a moment Elle pulled her mouth away. She kept her face near to his, the tip of her nose almost brushing his. Her aquamarine eyes were steady and unblinking as she studied his face. When she spoke, her voice was soft and hesitant. "Kiss me again..Please.." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 17 2010, 08:15:06 PM Post #9 |
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Ian licked his lips, tasting peppermint. "Kiss me again..Please.." Her warm breath tickled his face. "I don't have to chase you down again?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. Their second snogging session, was even more desperate than the first. So much so, they slipped off their brooms, hitting the cold water, which chilled Ian almost instantly, sapping the warmth. Ian thought quickly, though. He never let go of Elle. He remained bound to her as if his life depended on it. He didn't even part from her lips. With his powers, he warmed the water around them. Aside from not having any breathable oxygen, the sensation was somehow...pleasant. Comforting. It was warm and wet, perhaps like being in the womb. Then, he created a current that pushed them towards the shore. Just like that, the warm water birthed them back into the cold, harsh world. They washed up as gently as possible on the shore, soaking wet, still clinging to one another. Ian coughed. "You alright?" he asked, "That was...interesting. Probably not something I would recommend without my talents." He smirked. |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 17 2010, 08:57:26 PM Post #10 |
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One moment she was locked in a passionate kiss and the next she was tumbling into the bitterly cold water beneath her. But then it was warm and comforting and propelled them back to the shore. In those few seconds, still pressed against Ian, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. Something about this moment sent icy electricity through her veins, piercing her heart. It was like time had been suspended, like a small piece of her life's puzzle had snapped suddenly into place. It was more powerful than any magic she'd ever experienced, and she couldn't exactly place why. As they were spat back onto the freezing shore, the cold seeped into her bones. She hadn't felt it before, but now she shivered from head to toe. Instinctively she curled herself up tightly against Ian. Her arms folded against his chest, her hands pressed flat just below his collarbones. Her fingers grasped lightly at his soaked shirt and pulled him close. "Keep me warm, Ian." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 17 2010, 09:33:59 PM Post #11 |
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Ian wrapped his arms around Elle. One again, he used his powers, this time to speed up the innumerable water molecules that clung to their bodies and clothing. As the molecules vibrated faster and faster, the water changed phase, becoming steam and warming the two of them while their clothes dried. "It doesn't freak you out?" asked Ian, nothing that she never once flinched at the use of his powers. He wondered, absently, that someone would probably discover him. There were already younger students watching them, of course. He wondered how long this could last before it had to end. Then he thought of Tinsley. Then he felt guilty. He felt even more guilty, of course, for the fact that he didn't let go of Elle even once he'd remembered that he was already bound to someone else. ...someone who spends most of her time around another boy, still fascinated by Julian Kahn's sick world. Edited by Ian de Pointe du Lac, Oct 17 2010, 09:35:09 PM.
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![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 17 2010, 10:05:55 PM Post #12 |
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The steam rose in wisps, appearing to seep from their skin. Elle watched in fascination as it swirled around Ian's face. She thought he looked like an angel, or at the very least, some other ethereal being. A faint smile lingered on her lips. "No. It doesn't bother me. I think it's kind of...beautiful." She lifted one hand slightly to trace her finger against his jawline. Her chest burned with guilt and guilty pleasure. She had known all along about Tinsley, but had done nothing to stop him. Elle wasn't afraid of her, though she probably should have been. But there was something she needed more, something that drove any trace of fear or regret from her mind. Elle needed to feel needed. She needed to feel something pulling at her heartstrings. Perhaps that is why she had taken to running. The pounding of her heart drowned out the burning need for love that filled her up. She needed Grant, or someone to fill the void of his absence, and Elle suspected that Ian needed the same thing from her. So why not use their situations to their own advantages? "You don't have to feel guilty. I won't say anything to anyone. I understand, I think." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 18 2010, 01:46:24 PM Post #13 |
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The human need to be close to by physically close to another human being was something that humans often underestimate. Ian loved Tinsley, a fact that seemed apparent to anyone who wasn't Julian Kahn--who seemed too wrapped up in himself to notice anything, or, perhaps it was Ian that Julian underestimated. In any case, though Ian loved Tinsley, Tinsley's other interests often left them apart, in fact, they hadn't spoken more than two words to each other since the train ride nearly two months ago. And so, all of Ian's pent up lust was being hoisted upon this poor girl that Ian barely knew. Even as he stroked her cheek, even as he felt her warmth and the soft curve of her chest against him, and even as she stroked his jawline and told him that he needn't feel guilty, he did. But he never stopped. "And you?" he asked, "You know that I need you, but do you need this?" There were less damaged, less talked about, less dangerous, and less tied down people she could cuddle with if she needed to, he figured. She was pretty adorable, after all. |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Elle Kennedie | Oct 18 2010, 09:34:30 PM Post #14 |
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Elle gently pushed Ian onto his back and propped herself up on one elbow; her long, damp hair hung in limp waves around the right side of her face as she leaned over Ian, her left hand on the ground by his other side. She peered down at his face from a few inches above him. Elle studied him intently. She definitely needed him. Gently, she lifted her left hand and stroked her fingertips down his chest. She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips against his. It was a tender kiss, one meant for someone else. "I need this. I need you." She sighed deeply and rolled back onto her back, her hands folding against her stomach. She thought for a moment; should she tell Ian about Grant? Before she could even decide, the words were spilling out of her kiss-swollen mouth. "Grant Winters. I loved him, you know. But he was with Kayden and he wouldn't leave her..He still won't. He promised we would be together and I was stupid enough to believe him. But I guess...well, I guess that's shot to hell now. And now I'm just..I'm all alone, you know? I have no friends, I have no boyfriend, it's just me and my classes and my cat. So pathetic, I know." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Oct 19 2010, 12:05:53 AM Post #15 |
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Few people had ever really opened up to Ian like this, before, except Tinsley...and Lola...and Constanta. It occurred to Ian that the only people Ian had ever been close to were the few girls he'd snogged in his lifetime. He had no friends, really, just the odd girlfriend/macking partner once in a while. What's more, Ian felt as though he and Elle had something in common. Ian reached out and found Elle's hand and took it in his. "Tinsley Carmichael," said Ian, "I guess I shouldn't resent her. She never made any promises. But I am changed because of her. She made me want to be vulnerable enough to love her, so I can't help but feel hurt that she's not as committed. She's just not sure, I know that. I know, but that doesn't change the uneasiness in my gut, or the missing place in my heart." |
![]() Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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