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Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane uttered the password required to get the Common Room's door to open, before stepping in with a loud and exhausted sigh. It was rather empty, and that wasn't really a surprise as everyone was running around to the beaches or afternoon classes. He dropped his books on a table on a coffee table in the middle of the room and flopped down rather loudly on a couch right by the fireplace. He sank into it and leaned his head back against it for a moment, before throwing off his shoes and lifting his legs, tucking them in and folding his legs, criss-crossing them. He wasn't about to meditate or anything, it was just how he was most comfortable sitting. His head perked up and he looked around for a few moments, trying to see if anyone was around. Just then, when he was sure no one was there to see him, he pulled out a piece of parchment and tapped it with his wand. Once tapped, Ink began to trace itself along the paper before fully appearing. A little trick that was passed down through pranksters world wide to keep their plans and mysteries hidden from foreign eyes. He carefully studied the parchment, his finger tracing lines of directions and his eyes flickering between drawings and diagrams. It would be a shame, he thought to himself, if someone walked in and happened to see this...
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Classes were finally over and Sydney had to admit she was rather glad of it. For some reason, it had felt like a longer day than it should have been given it was the first day back. Maybe she just needed to find her groove and get back into the swing of things or maybe it was this strange feeling she'd suddenly gotten during one of her classes, this weird feeling of being watched... studied, almost. It had shaken her a bit and made the time seem to pass by much slower than normal. She wasn't quite sure why she was getting that feeling, but more often than not, her instincts proved to be spot on. At least ever since... At that, Sydney shivered and quickened her pace, desperately wanting to find some sort of comfort and solace back in the dorms of Gryffindor. Once she reached the doors, she said the password and entered. After quietly stepping inside, she noticed someone else was sitting there... Lane? She quirked a brow and walked toward him. He seemed to be looking at something--a piece of parchment. Quietly setting down her bag, she walked up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, her hair just barely brushing his face. What are you looking at? Sydney then asked, her voice soft with a hint of cheery mischief. She giggled softly and pushed some of her hair that had fallen forward back over her shoulder.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane had been putting so much focus into this piece of parchement that he had no sense of what was around him. Usualy his brother would take watch as he planned, and vice versa yet that privelage was not present today. Oh no, Marrick had to leave and go tail chasing today, leaving Lane to go over their plan alone. He took a huff and groaned as he studied things further, not noticing as the Common Room's door opened and a certain someone slipped by, until... The second her words were uttered Lane yelped, and oh was it loud, and leaped from the couch like a four legged toad. He nearly hit her as she was so close, but fortunately twisted his body in time to land back on the couch where his back was to the armrest and his body laying sideways, his head locked onto her as he adopted a horrified expression with nearly tearful eyes from the scare alone. Son of a cauldron when did you get there! He yelled out helplessly, before noticing who it actually was. It took him a few seconds to process, but as his eyes laid on her his face flushed lightly and his heart beat just a little faster, which wasn't good since it was already on full blast from the scare. He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, shifting back to the way he was sitting before and placing his back against the couch, folding the parchment quickly and hiding it under his tush. Nothing, nothing...I was...uh, peer...editing this paper that I took from another student, yes, yes... His eyes shifted for a moment, a more blatant lie was impossible. He wasn't the one that did the talking, Marrick was. Out of his element was understatement here, he was always the practical one that pulled all the actual pranks with a little help from his brother, while Marrick was the one that kept watch and did all the talking. Yet he was no dummy, she couldn't get it out of him...could she?
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Sydney's blue eyes widened when Lane jumped and shouted out, obviously taken off guard by her sudden presence. She took a few steps back and bit down on her lip as she looked at him, wondering if he even remembered who she was from earlier that morning and a bit embarrassed that he didn't seem to recall. Then again, maybe he was just too preoccupied with whatever it was he was looking at... Nothing, he'd said. She didn't buy that for a second. Peer editing? Already? On the first day? Sydney then asked, trying to brush off the fact that Lane might not remember her. After all, she was merely a second year and probably gave off some sort of vibe. Just then, she looked down at her one wrist and noticed the band slipping a bit. Ever so casually, she adjusted it and moved to walk around to the other side of the couch. Her eyebrows furrowed, Sydney sat down next to Lane. It was clear to her that he was up to something, it was just a matter of what. And she wasn't sure why she was so curious to know, but... for some reason, she was. Maybe it was because he'd made her laugh earlier in the Great Hall, made her forget some of her worries and troubles. Regardless, her curiosity was piqued and even if he didn't remember her, she found herself wanting to know what he was scheming. Now what would you be editing already on the first day back? Surely, this class must be intense. Perhaps I can help you with it, Sydney suggested with a smile. I'm a bright witch, did my time with Ravenclaw and everything, she said with a soft giggle. Her eyes sparkled a bit as she tucked some blonde behind an ear. So, how about I help, give suggestions even? She gave Lane a hopeful look, one she hoped let him know that she wanted him to share with her what it was he was doing and looking at.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane peered at her suspiciously with the corner of his eyes as they kept darting back and forth between the paper beneath him and Sydney as she approached him. He'd remembered who she was, and boy did it make him ever the more nervous. It didn't help that someone he thought radiated beauty was questioning him about something he's supposed to keep secret. This plan, if revealed, meant their imminent suspension if not expulsion. He didn't speak as she spoke, trying to keep his eyes away from her own in fear that her look would drag out the truth, that one glance at her dazzling eyes would have him blurt out all his plans in a mere moment. Yet there she was, approaching him, smiling ever so delicately, and sitting next to him. That was all his buttons being pushed. He stumbled on a few words aimlessly for a moment, before finally taking a huge breath that he had to stretch a little for, and exhaling it lightly. Only then, did he turn his body enough to look at her eye to eye. Yes, It's a rather hard course that requires the most efficient and creative, not to mention daring students. The risks of failing are... tremendous, and Hagrid Knows we can't afford to fail this class...yeah? His words were cryptic, hoping the former Ravenclaw could decipher exactly what he meant. Before she could speak, he rose to his feet quickly and walked around the room, looking for anyone who may have entered without him noticing. When all was clear, he returned to the couch and sat where he was before. He ran his hand through his hair as his eyes closed for a second, turning his body so he could face her, and criss-crossing his legs beneath him. He was close enough that their lower bodies touched, and his hand quietly pulled out the piece of parchment from behind him. Sydney...if I let you attend this class with me, your butt, my butt, and Marrick's tush is on the line. Now I don't usually invite other students to our...classes, but you had to look at me with those damn beautiful eyes and get me all flustered, so I expect your up-most secrecy, kay?
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Sydney immediately arched a brow as Lane began to speak in what she was certain a cryptic message hinting at the hidden truth of what he was actually doing. It was not a paper and he was hardly editing anything. She was certain of that now and he was slowly leading her towards the truth. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she watched him closely as he paced the room. He was... flustered. Her smile broadened a little and her cheeks flushed slightly. When Lane finally sat back down, Sydney nodded. Lane, she began, reaching out her hand, the one with the wristband on it. You have my word. She could feel her cheeks burning a bit. He'd called her eyes beautiful... even Leo, charmer that he'd been--though also quite toxic and psychopathic, which Lane clearly was not--had never said that to her. It gave her a warm feeling inside. For a brief moment, she could forget the ugliness hiding underneath, hidden beneath the layers so no one could see. For a moment, she could feel pretty and whole. She scooted a bit closer, her full attention focused on him as she looked into his eyes. So, what are you scheming? she asked him.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Her smiles were oddly addictive, and it gripped him harder than any drug could. When her lips curled upwards and that smile slipped along her lips, all the thoughts in his mind seemed to go blank for a few seconds. Yet he had to snap out of it, she was talking to him and he was just sitting there staring at him. Gods she must have been pittying him to even give him that much attention, but thankfully he was not one for timidness. At least he would not look like a complete fool and finish with his presentation. Her hand extended towards him as she scooted closer, and as she did his body shifted so his leg slipped lightly under her own, having her sit as close to him as possible without her being virtually on his lap. It was a daring move on his part, despite the fact that he did it subconsciously and wasn't aware he pushed himself so close. He took her hand into his, and the moment their flesh touched there was a moment of hesitation on his part. He held her hand there for a second, motionless, before dragging out the courage so his brain could finally send a signal for his arm to move. He slowly pulled out the piece of parchment with his free hand and placed one of her fingers, sliding it through his own hand on the paper. Now repeat after me...I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. The jolt that coursed over and through her was immediate the moment Lane touched her hand. Sydney has all she could do to stifle the gasp, but she managed. Barely. Shifting a bit, she moved a bit closer to him, allowing his hand to move hers slowly along the parchment in a lazy line. His hand was warm and the weight of it felt nice. She had to admit, she found herself excited to be this close to him as well as to see just what it was he was about to share. The idea that he wanted to share something with her, that he trusted her... it meant something to her. Probably more than he'd ever know. I solemnly swear I'm up to no good, Sydney said softly, her tongue suddenly darting out to lick her lips. She turned to look at Lane, her eyes finding his as pictures began to appear on the parchment they were holding together. What is this? she asked him. What are you going to do with it?
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Her touch was even more addicting than her look, and he found himself struggling to let go of the gentle touch that fell upon his skin. His hand comfortably held her own now, tracing a little line as she spoke the ever so mischievous words. He knew it was time to let go, but he didn't. More appropriately, he couldn't. It was too holding to end, like an anchor weighing him down against reason or proper etiquette. His body seemed to invite her own further as she scooted next to him even more, finding his chest supporting some of her back as her body slowly began to creep ontop of his own. His head tilted for a moment just to look at her, his face close enough that his nose could touch her hair and take in her smell. Everything about her was so...exquisite, mature...something he'd never found in a person before. This attraction, this sudden and abrupt pull was beyond explanation. He cleared his throat lightly, taking his face away to turn it and look down at the parchment. His hand lifted her own to trace the paper, pointing and trailing it along everything he spoke of. Me and Marrick...we're beaters for Gryffindor's Quidditch Team...and we play Slytherin House in the opening game tomorrow. He paused for a moment, letting her finger point and gently moving her hand to the picture of the field. Now we know Slytherin don't play fair...and we can't let our house be humiliated in the first game of the year...so... He took her hand again, and let her finger trail to a picture of the Slytherin team's Broomsticks. So what do you think would happen, if we added a little explosive power to the end of every Slytherin broom. He grinned, and took her hand to trail it to their hoops. And a little magic can make those...just a little wider... His eyes darted back towards her, his hand holding her own a little tighter as his thumb started caressing her hand gently. Should I stop...or are you planning to be as dangerous as I...
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Though Sydney listened intently to every word Lane uttered about the plans he and Marrick had, her thoughts were preoccupied with other things. She couldn't help but focus on how close they were sitting to each other, on how it felt for her hand to be in his. His touch was so warm and inviting and she had to admit it made her long for more. There was something about him. He made her laugh, brought a smile to her face like no one else ever could. Sure, she had Noelle, but that was hardly the same... Not even remotely close. Her eyes looked at his hand as he held onto hers, his thumb caressing and teasing. A shiver ran along her spine in a pleasing way, sending tingles throughout her body. Sydney turned to look at Lane and swallowed, her tongue licking at her lips. No, she whispered, shaking her head. I... I don't think you should stop. She allowed herself to blink, her heart pounding hard as she looked deeply into his eyes. So many things were running through her mind--excitement, thrill, fun. She saw all that and more as she looked at him. Life is boring without a little danger, she admitted, her voice very soft, almost a whisper. Time seemed to stop just then after Sydney spoke those words. It was as if everything in Gryffindor just faded into blackness and became a blur, her attention was so very focused on Lane. She looked into his eyes, moving closer still as she suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane's body was betraying his sense of logic and any kind of experience he'd ever had. He just sat there, and from a single look spilled out all he had to keep secret and all that could end their life in Hogwarts. Yet it was not his fault, his heart fell prey to her voice, her words, her smell, her touch...his heart was the prey and she was the predator, and she had run him down in an instant and taken it as her own. At that point he could care less about the parchment, his hand slowly loosening as it slipped out of his hands and fell onto the couch. His hand remained in hers, despite the lack of parchment, and as she spoke found itself lacing it's fingers with Sydney's. He was too drawn into her words, her look as she whispered, inches away from his lips. His hand tightened on her own as he instinctively scooted even closer to her, till the point where there was nearly no more physical space between their bodies as she sat beside him. He found his free hand now coming up slowly next to him, tucking one of her stray hairs just behind her ears on par with the second she spoke of the excitement of danger, subconscious messages flying between them. She drew in her sharp breath, his heart pounded like a war drum, and he was helpless to do what any being on earth would do at that point, the one remaining thing left to do, the one last natural thing there was to do. It seemed like a sudden flash suddenly blinded him and his mind, and when his eyes opened his head was leaned forward and his lips were pressed against Sydney's. His mind didn't bother to register what had happened, his body took care of everything. His hand cupped her cheek softly and the other tightened on her own, his lips trailing across her own ginger pair as they set a long, first kiss against them. If she only put her hand on his chest, she would feel how close it was to bursting.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. This was the first time in the past few years that Sydney dared let anyone get this close. Why did she feel so comfortable with Lane? Honestly, she couldn't even begin to explain it. There was something in the way he looked at her, made her feel. Made her feel... that was exactly what it was. He made her feel alive, whole. In the short while she'd known him, he'd made her laugh. He'd made her feel pretty not to mention someone who was important and actually had some worth. How many could claim all those qualities? Not many. She was certain of that. She was also drawn to his infectious charm, his pull toward living life a bit on the edge. Nothing too outlandish. Just enough. It was the perfect balance. And he was reeling her in. As Sydney felt Lane's fingers intertwine with her own, the corners of her lips turned upward into a smile. She glanced, briefly, at their hands, taking note that her wristband was still in place. Somehow what lied beneath just might be a bit... off putting. She looked back into his eyes, her heart pounding with anticipation. But the moment his lips found hers, she was suddenly home. A tiny sigh left her and immediately her lips responded in kind. She could feel his had tightening, so she gave him a reassuring a squeeze back. The kiss was beyond heavenly, sending Sydney's senses reeling and spinning. Her body was already reacting, letting her know that it liked what was happening and wished for more. She just worried he'd be displeased with her the more he learned about her, the more he saw. So many scars... so many imperfections. She was flawed in the worst way, unlike him. Yet with him, she was somehow whole. Moving closer, eyes closed, mouth opening to give him access, Sydney did not wish to break the kiss. Her free hand then moved to touch his leg. Truly this was heaven.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. The speed of this attraction must have been some sort of a record, either that or this must have been some sort of dream. When Lane woke up that morning the farthest thing from his mind was what was happening right now. He woke up and figured that this day would have been like any other, filled with random people and his brother's schemes that needed studying. Yet here he was, with his lips wrapped around this gorgeous girl. His thoughts were scattered and slowly vanishing, his moment of impulse that led to the sudden kiss had paid off as she sank into the kiss' pull. Her lips parted for him to accept and return the favor two-fold, and he could not help but have his body react to her reaction. It was like a chain of commands and reactions, every time he reacted to one of her body movements, she reacted to his advance. So when she put her hand on his leg and kissed him back, he could not help but lean forward and deepen the kiss, inadvertently lowering her onto her back as his lips got acquainted with her own. She sank into the couch and dragged him down with her, his lower body seated but his upper hovering over her own as he refused to break the kiss for any reason. He felt her hand tightening on his own, and he squeezed it lightly as they kissed, his tongue making his way though her parted lips to meet her own. It was bliss, and he couldn't ask for a better feeling. There was so much to do, so much to plan today but all of it was forgotten because of her touch. Everything she said, every way she moved drew him closer to her. He didn't even need to know her last name, before he knew she had every quality he did not, that she complimented him more than he could ever imagine.