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Post by pandorah on Jun 8, 2011 17:52:03 GMT -5
He was up to no good. He was always up to no good. She knew his reputation and how he was the black sheep of his family but that had nothing to do with how many bad things he did a day. The point was that he was a bad boy, even if he was in what could be considered a 'good' house, and often started trouble and pulled pranks on people. Being a prefect and having just happening to be in the same area he was she figured it would be a grand idea to follow him and see what he was up to. This way if he started something or even tried to do anything to another person she would be there to stop him.
Sasha bounded up ahead of her, following the Gryffindor boy as he entered one of the unused classrooms. That was it, he was definitely up to something! Could she be possibly assuming the worst about the boy? Perhaps but his relutation was a strong one and she knew he was part of that group of trouble makers that included James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin, though why such a smart boy like Remus got himself involved with the others she never would know.
Quickly she ran after her familiar, worried the silly thing would get herself hurt or in trouble yet again. Sasha had the tendency to do things she shouldn't and to chase after pretty much any and everyone. Felines were so hard to predict but she still loved the silly white cat with all her heart, about one of the only things she did too. The room was smaller than she thought it would be and didn't think to look for Sirius, the one she had been following all along, as she slipped inside. No, her pale gaze was fixed on the floor trying to find the bright spot that was her familiar. Hopefully the silly cat hadn't ran off into a corner, or worse yet right over to the Black boy.
Then she heard it, the sound of the door closing behind her. Oh no, it was going to make too much noise and he would know that someone else was in here with him. She bit her lower lip and turned to look back just as the door practically slammed itself shut. There was no way she had accidentally bumped it so hard that it closed that violently. Some other force was at work here and now she was going to be very visible to the boy. Sighing while simultaneously shaking her head she glared at the door balefully, from what she could see of it.
The room was rather dark, so she wasn't sure where Sirius was, but he was definitely in here. Pandorah knew he had to be because she had seen him with her own two eyes. However, the first thing she needed to do was to see if she could still get out of here. Stalking over to the door she nearly fell on her face as she tripped over something on the floor. Looking down she saw that it was an old and torn book. “Wonderful, there are obstacles on the floor, a self slamming door and a trouble maker hidden somewhere in the shadows. What next?” Her voice was out loud though she didn't realize it, and quiet, but the room was quieter still. Finally reaching the door she wrapped one pale hand around the knob and turned, only to have it barely move.
She was locked in this dark room with the Gryffindor boy, great, just great.
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 8, 2011 19:36:11 GMT -5
Now where had he hid that 'book'. Sirius muttered 'lumos' under his breath and lit his wand, pointing it in the direction of every desk he passed in the classroom. He had forgotten which desk he had quickly stuffed the book under, and unfortunately the old classroom was filled with too many desks.
Sirius looking for a book you ask? Don't you dare think it's an actual book. He wouldn't bother if it were. He'd probably leave it here in the old musty classroom so mold could take it over and free the world from such a waste of space and paper. The so called 'book' Sirius was looking for, looked like a book, but when actually opened it was hollowed inside. Quite ingenious, yeah? He had stolen a stash of ingredients from the potions cupboards which he needed for one of his pranks and hid it in that book. He and James had come up with the very bright idea of brewing a potion that smelled like rotten eggs and bad fish, was a pink color that stained anything it came in contact with, and most importantly was a nuisance to get off. They where hoping that if the potion turned out well, its effects would last for three whole days. Sirius was very keen on this plan to get rolling, he couldn't wait to pelt Snape with balloons filled with that potion.
He just needed to find that stupid book. If it weren't for Mrs.Norris following him yesterday as he stalked away from the potion's cupboard, looking highly suspicious as he carried something he would never voluntarily hold - a book. He knew the filthy catspy had gone to alert Filch so Sirius ducked into th first empty classroom he found, and realized it would actually be a great hideout for his book. Blindly, in the darkness he stuffed the book in a desk and ran out before Mrs.Norris and Filch retraced his steps.
So now here he was again today, muttering "C'mon" and "Where the heck is it" under his breath and tugging angrily his hair behind his ears, as he pointed his wand and fetched under desks. Finally his hands curled around a thick book which he recognized instantly. He found it! Sirius punched the air, "yes!"
His celebrations where soon cut short by a hiss. Sirius pointed his wand at the direction of the hiss and found a white cat starring evilly up at him. Sirius's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled back over his teeth a faint growling sound coming from his throat. He blew off his wand, and advanced towards the hissing cat.
Sirius hated cats. They where made of pure evil and seemed to be pre-installed with a Let's-all-find-Sirius-detector. He didn't like Mrs.Norris. Or any other cat. In fact he hated all cats, and when Pan's stupid white cat stalked up to him hissing, he wanted to kick it. The toe of his big black boots where already in fact pointed out towards the annoying feline when a figure brushed through the door and past Sirius into the dark classroom. Sirius stood still on one foot, trying to keep balance, his other foot hanging in the air. He realized the cat had ran away, and he had dropped the book on the floor. From the faint light that pooled in from the door, Sirius watched the outline of Pan walk into the class and fade away in it's dark corners,looking for her stupid cat, or more likely stalking him. Lately she seems to have taken that up as a new hobby.
Very well. If she wanted to stalk him and be where he went, she needed to look no further. A smirk appeared on Sirius's face forecasting mischief of some sort. Standing where he was, Sirius put out a hand and slammed the door shut. He could feel Pan jumping in the darkness, and watch her walk blindly in the still darkness for the door. Oh boy, this was gonna be fun.
Sirius felt something heavy fall flat before him. Pan had found the book he'd dropped earlier. He had to stuff his fist in his mouth and chew on his knuckles to stop himself laughing when he heard her groan and complain. When the girl stood up and made a grab for the door, Sirius pulled himself back so she wouldn't realize he was that close.
What he did instead, was reach out with a hand and brush against one of her arm, like something had just passed past her. Oh, he was gonna spook her. Sirius held his breath and tried not to choke in his soundless laughter. When she stopped fretting, Sirius reached out and pulled lightly on a strand of her hair, and dropped it quickly. Knowing the girl would turn in his direction, Sirius put his wand under his chin and lit it the second he did - an eerie glow lighting his features from underneath. "Ggaauuggggh" and snatching her arm in a rough grip.
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Post by pandorah on Jun 8, 2011 20:56:31 GMT -5
With her hand on the knob she figured the door should have just opened, there was no reason for it not to. The scowl on her pale face would be one to scare the pants off many underclassmen but it did not affect the door in the slightest. Why would the damned thing just slam like that and how come it was locked? Again she turned he knob but this time rattled it in her hand repeatedly until her wrist ached. “Fuck you door.” Known for being rather uptight and very proper most of the time those definitely wouldn't be the words anyone would expect to come out of her mouth, no matter how lush it was. The door was evil, and she hated it. All because of that moronic Sirius Black and his penchant for causing mischief. Why oh why did she even give a damn? Because she was a prefect and because...well, she didn't know.
Yes she had been stalking Sirius but it wasn't for any reason beyond wanting to catch him in the act. It had absolutely nothing to do with how attractive he was or why every girl seemed to have some sort of fucked up fascination with him. He was tall, good looking yes, had beautiful hair even but he was, and always would be, a moron. No matter how smart he could be he wasted his intelligence on making up elaborate pranks and pulling them on people for the fun of it. Now however she was locked in here all because her familiar had decided that she wanted to chase after the Gryffindor boy and not stay with her. Damned thing, little bitch.
Unfortunately Pandorah was a bit too overconfident when it came to her skills as an effective stalker, or rather troublemaker deterrent as she began to call it. She had no idea that he had been aware of her, then again she was clueless when it came to his specialties or other things that he kept hidden from the world. All she knew was what she saw on the surface and the gaggle of female admirers practically swooning in his wake.
But yes, back to the infernal slamming door. There was a reason it shut so violently, but there was no way it was locked like this from the outside. She found nothing to turn to unlock it either. Then she felt something touch her arm and just barely managed to hold back a squeak of surprise, a small sound still escaping her lips but nothing compared to what she held back. What was that? For a moment she completely forgot about the fact that she was locked in a rather dark room with one of the biggest pranksters and troublemakers that Hogwarts had seen in several decades. It was all about the sensations and the lack thereof. Smell and sound and touch were strongest now because sight was almost nothing.
Calm down Pandorah, we are not afraid of the dark. It was nothing, probably a curtain or a cobweb. The hair bit however got her to jump and jerk around facing the way that it had come from. Someone was messing with her, that was what it had to be. She was a practical girl in a magical world and still she tried to put logic to everything when nothing around her wanted to fit. Taking a deep breath she readied herself to say something, finally remembering who she was in here with when the perpetrator lit up his face with his wand and made some nonsensical gurgling sound at her then grabbed her arm.
Bad move. Immediately, without even thinking about it, she lifted her free arm and punched him square in the face. “You fucking bastard what the hell do you think you are doing?!” Her voice, deep for a girls growled out of her. Lucky for Sirius the lack of light and then sudden appearance of it disoriented her enough that her fist didn't solidly connect like it could have and cause him a whole lot of pain. Pandorah was a strong girl after all. Instead it glanced his left eye with enough force to possibly blacken it in a short while and then did nothing more.
Her breathing was heavier and she glared at what she could see of him, not moving the arm that he had hold of for now and just silently waiting, demanding that he answer her.
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 9, 2011 17:35:06 GMT -5
Sirius was still grinning and fooling about, with his wand pointed under his chin, pulling scary faces at Pan when she threw a punch at him. Sirius didn't see that one coming. He didn't duck fast enough, and Pan's fist collided with the side of his face, taking a good blow at his left eye. "AGGGHH!" The next second was a scramble of hands, a shove, a yelp, and total darkness.
"BLOODY MAD WOMAN YOU GOT ME IN THE FACE!"
It happened so fast that Sirius didn't register half of it. He was still traumatized over his injured eye and wandering what the heck happened with his wand, feeling for it in his pockets and clutching his throbbing left eye.
However if we pause and play the last three seconds in slow motion, we realize that in shock Sirius threw his wand away - god only knew where it flew, the only thing he knew was that that was a stupid move as the small pool of magical light died out and left them in total pitch darkness. Going back another half second we see that Sirius hadn't exactly pushed, but more groped his aggressor. He kind of forgot he was dealing with a girl, she had quiet the right hook, even if she hadn't the best aim. Anyway, he was too busy clutching the side of his face and wincing for it to register what his hand had made contact with. He would have been quiet happy albeit the circumstances to have had a grab at Pan's boobs.
Sirius moved away from where he stood, enough to disorient Pan from his current position. That woman was mad. He didn't trust her, also he didn't like being with her in the dark, not after she swung a right hook at him.
God! He got hit by a girl! How was he going to survive that? What a humiliation. Sirius really hoped that it wouldn't mark. The second he'd find his wand he would storm out of this stupid classroom, hide his face in all his hair, and go find the first mirror to asses all the damage. He'd die if there'd be a mark on his face, a welt, or some purple bruise, or worse a black eye. Sirius touched his tender eye, winced and felt it had already started to get swollen. His reputation would get ruined, If he wasn't a man, he'd already be crying.
Sirius muttered under his breath , the kinks in his brain sparking like crazy. He was so angry. Why did she have to hit him in the face! He'd have to get it fixed. Not Madame Pomfrey, she would ask too many questions, and there would probably be other kids in the infirmary. sirius's brows knitted together as he tried to think of other sources that could help him - than an idea flashed in his head, or rather a face did. Remus Lupin. Yes, he would force Remus to fix his eye and threaten to kill him if he as much as said one word to James that he got hit by a girl.
Still muttering, Sirius felt in his back pockets for his wand, "Crazy bitch" and his robes, "What you do that for" and his jeans "It's bloody throbbing" (referring to his injury). "Oh great, you made me lose my wand too.". Air steamed through his lips, giving alarm signals of annoyance from one Sirius Black. He put out one hand to his side, and it found the smooth wooden surface of the door. Keeping his hand agsint the door for bearing in the darkness, Sirius slid down against it, he crouched on his knees and felt around with his hands on the floor for his wand. His fingers hit something solid and curled along its sides. Pages. Sirius realized it was the book he dropped earlier. When he reached for it, he realized it was unusually heavy, like there was something standing on it. Sirius gave the book a good thug, and sent Pan's cat hissing away. He chortled in the darkness, and moved around blindly on all fours. "Oh come on, lumos.. i said lumos.. lumos! " Where was his stupid wand. This would be the episode which would encourage Sirius to learn wandless magic, but for now, he wasn't very good at it.
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Post by pandorah on Jun 9, 2011 19:42:50 GMT -5
She hadn't really meant to punch him, it wasn't something she did often even if she thought about hitting idiot people a lot. So it was as much of a surprise to her as it was to him. However she did her best to not let that show and to keep a neutral expression on her face, or so she thought. Instead she gaped openly and almost ended up laughing. Her knuckles hurt a tad, from glancing his cheekbone, which he did have some prominent ones, which made his face look nice. Why was she even thinking such a silly and stupid thing? Pandorah shook her head at her own thoughts and turned her attention back to Sirius.
“Well where else did you expect me to hit you? That was all I could see and it just happened, I wasn't doing it on purpose!” There should have been a sorry in there perhaps but the entire ordeal was just too funny and maybe she wasn't all that sorry after all. He had it coming to him, he was such a twit. Someone had to put him in his place and too bad for the tall Gryffindor that it had to be a girl. Now she felt somewhat smug and could feel her lush mouth pulling into a self satisfied little smirk in the dark. Not like he could see it so who cares right?
A heavy sigh escaped her as she could see absolutely nothing. Now, she could always bring out her own wand and illuminate the area around her but she didn't want to. He was the idiot who had tossed his wand so let him fumble around in the dark looking for it. She was going to stand right where she was and not stumble or possibly get in his way. Once he retrieved the thing she might help him light up the room but that was up to debate really. Then she realized, as she felt a heat and sensation on her chest, that the fool had touched her breast. Not only touched it but put one of his big hands practically around one of her large breasts. Silently she fumed but outwardly she let out quite the girly shriek and had wrapped both of her arms securely around her chest.
In the dark he could not see that she was blushing furiously. She could still feel his fingers and the object in question was very warm and tingly. It had been the first time something like that had happened. For it to happen in this type of situation she really couldn't say how she felt on it. She wanted to slap him this time but he had already moved off and she was too flustered to think about it properly.
Finally she smoothed her pale hands down her sweater to smooth it out and try and relieve the sensation his hand had left behind. What he didn't know could not be used against her at a later date. So she kept the knowledge of his fumbling yet intimate grope to herself and would not speak a word of it. Unless of course she got mad and didn't even think, just reacted, which could happen from time to time.
Pandorah felt awkward standing there in the dark and wondered where Sasha was. For once in her life she was at a loss and actually feeling like a girl. She shuffled in place rubbing her hands up and down her arms and startled a few times quietly when she heard both her familiar's hiss and Sirius start to talk again. There it was, his words and she gulped down a nasty taste in her throat...she actually felt bad. This was also a new feeling and it felt horrible, she did not like it. Really she hadn't meant to punch him and currently she felt so unsure of herself but was not about to let that be known.
“You don't have to be mean.” Her tone was soft, her accent not as sharp as it usually was, though it was hard for German to not sound crisp and harsh. “It was an accident, I'm...sorry.” There, she finally said it and she meant it too. It sounded foreign coming from her lips and she had to lick them afterward on impulse. “Don't be such a baby about it Sirius. I didn't hit you that hard.” Her tone was still soft however so it probably didn't have the bite it may have normally. The only reason why she was so strong was because she made sure to keep in shape. Having a curvaceous figure was one thing but if she wasn't careful sweet treats could go to her body and while she didn't have anyone to impress she still wanted to look good. That and the fact that her and her Gryffindor twin brother Elexrian, were often fighting for one reason or another. Her brother was bigger then she was, by several inches, and naturally stronger.
When he tried to blame her though for losing his wand she scoffed and pulled her own out finally. “You startled me, I reacted and then you also reacted. So, in essence it happens to be your fault. Maybe you will think twice next time about scaring a girl in the dark. Someone else could have hexed you.” Pointing her wand in the direction where she heard his voice she spoke. “Lumos.” The wand lit up and she immediately saw his. He was actually in the wrong area for it and she wandered over to where it was and picked it up then sauntered over to where he is. She held out the wand for him but he was on the ground crawling around like an animal. She was still standing and with her wand lit and at her side she was lighting up her impossibly long legs and skirt. If he looked up he may just get quite the eyeful. “Here, Sirius. You were looking in the wrong area.”
So she was trying to be nice. If he made another rude comment however she would not be responsible for whatever colors he may turn or things he grew.
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 10, 2011 12:48:23 GMT -5
Pan’s tone of voice was soft, almost like a caress. This raised an eyebrow from Sirius. He never knew she could speak such an alien sound. He wondered what got into her, maybe he had spooked her silly after all, or she was feeling sorry for hitting him. She actually did feel sorry , she said that! All by herself! Now Sirius’s other eyebrow shot up as well in surprise joining its companion. His thick black eyebrows were in a terrible danger of getting lost in his hairline, but thankfully there was the pitch darkness that engulfed everything into its secrets.
He was very surprised she actually apologized. It stunned him, he had no words. He had actually paused from crawling around for his wand, and sat on his heels, looking at the direction where he thought Pan was standing, He never thought that a toughie like Pan would ever use the 'S' word. Then she had to ruin the moment of course and call him a baby. Sirius snorted at what Pan said next. He even made mimicking faces in the dark. His response was an annoyed "Be thankful I don't hit you back, because that would be hard, and we’d see who’s the baby than"
Annoyed at her, he went back to looking for his wand. Crawling down on the floor, Sirius hands met a variety of things. A lonely dust bunny which he quickly shooed away, something he thought was his wand but was a disappointing splinter of wood with a jagged edge, a dusty long something which Sirius thought must be chalk as it made him sneeze, and he also hit his fingers rather hard into a set of old cupboards he actually didn't know existed in this room.
He felt momentarily blinded when Pan pointed her lit wand in his face. With the light pointed directly in his face, the affect of Pan's punch was already visible. The corner of his left eye and top cheekbone had already taken a bad purple color, but he had no idea of this yet, otherwise he would have already gone nuts. Instead he stood there on the floor on all fours, looking like an animal caught in a muggle car's headlights, blinking several times. For several seconds he couldn't seen anything apart from a big white globe of light hovering in front of his nose, than Pan spoke, and he actually realized she was holding his wand in his direction. Also, apart from his wand, Pan was giving Sirius quiet an eyeful from this angle. He had a great view of her long legs - beautiful shapely legs they where - and got a glimpse of thigh, and hey that skirt was short and didn't cover much. Sirius let out a long low whistle in his mind. Snapping back to reality, he realized she still had his wand. Sirius didn't like his wand in the possession of others. Sirius eyes narrowed suspiciously, forgetting all about the great view he had from down on the floor, and made a quick snatch for his wand before she did any false movements.
He almost said thank you, but he didn't. Sirius had nothing to thank her for, unless for the pain in his left cheekbone and eye. He stood up, brushing his hands and his knees, and cleared his throat. "Lumos" he said in a composed voice, lighting his wand and looking sulkily away from Pan. He didn't want to look at her, it was only his 'man honour' that kept him from hitting the girl back. Instead he pushed his hair behind his ears, aimed his wand in front of him for some light, and made his way to the door.
He made a grab for the doorknob, but when he turned it around it wouldn't budge. Sirius tried the doorknob the other way. Nothing happened. Sirius tried it again, and again "You’re kidding me " , he shook the doorknob and kicked the door. "Alohomora" said Black, and tapped the doorknob with his wand. Nothing happened. He checked the knob, but the door remained blocked. He repeated the spell again, twice, but the door wouldn't open.
Stupid old Hogwarts and its stupid old artifacts. Remus would tell Sirius that this was karma getting back to him. Sirius glared at the door, ''just friggin open already'' he swore under his breath, tapping the doorknob with his wand and trying a multitude of spells that came at the top of his mind. But they seemed to have zero effect on the door, it looked like once he had shut the door, it had magically sealed itself.
Sirius raked his fingers through his long hair, pushing it away from his face, and blew out a long stream of breath from his lips. He turned towards Pan, who was looking over his shoulder, and his gray eyes no longer light but darkening over into a stormy gray me her bright blue ones. "Fucking hell, we're trapped inside."
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Post by pandorah on Jun 10, 2011 13:38:48 GMT -5
The expression on her face flattened into pretty much nothing, though he couldn't see it at the time, to his comment. Hit her huh, and hard? The fact that he thought she would be a baby about it almost made her laugh. If someone had hit her all bets would be off. Besides it was just a damned accident he didn't have to be so pissy about it. It wasn't like she had kicked him between the legs or something far more detrimental. It was his face, not even his head. Then again who said that any boys head was an important thing, their brains didn't seem to function as it was. However she had to bite her tongue to not snark at him as he commented and just keep things to herself for the moment.
Pandorah would only be able to take so much before she lost her will to be calm and rational. So how far would he end up pushing her?
Peering down at his face when she offered up his wand was a surprise to her. Obviously she had hit him harder then she had intended because he was already showing signs from the blow and it hadn't been that long. He was going to kill her, figuratively speaking anyway. Tilting her head back she peered skyward and took a deep breath. This was not how this was supposed to be going. All she had wanted to do was follow him and catch him up to no good, because he was always up to no good. Instead she had ended up in this dark room with him and then punching him. If she liked him, which she reminded herself firmly that she did not, this was probably the best way to make sure that he never liked her in return. What girl hit a guy like that? Sure it was alright in self defense but...fuck.
While a thank you would have been nice she realized he was still annoyed with her so when he didn't give one she wasn't too terribly upset. Even so she could not stop the scowl from appearing on her face when he didn't. Manners from Sirius Black, maybe if she was dreaming that is.
Watching him with her pale gaze she felt the need to laugh. Really now, he was being a big baby like she had called him, and sulking even. She hadn't been aware that he could be so entertaining and not entirely in a bad way. Though the Ravenclaw girl had been a bit at odds for a few moments she was smiling fully now and even managed to let out a soft giggle, but she would vehemently deny it as such and just call it a laugh. This entire situation was just out of this world and perhaps punishment for being so sneaky and following him like she had been. Then again, she had only been doing it to get him in trouble, to make him behave. She must be out of her mind.
When he walked toward the door she followed, watching her footing so that she did not trip. The last thing she and probably he needed was for her to go careening into the back of him. Even if he was tall enough, taller then her by about an inch, and sturdy enough as well, she still did not want to be that close to him. It would only end badly. He had already accidentally groped her, anything more and she might explode, possibly bad and possibly good. It would all depend on your personal definition.
She came up behind him and watched him fumble with the doorknob, smirking when nothing happened. Because, obviously she just wasn't able to open it for some female reason and his manly man self would be able to just yank it open without problem. Idiot. Even if he was more than likely stronger then her, that was not the point. Her chin was practically on his shoulder as she watched him now, more interested because he began to cast spells at it with no effect. Her brows drew together, somewhat worried. Alohomora should have worked, unless it was a magical lock. This was looking to be a lot more trouble then she had bargained for.
“Trapped? Just like that?” Her tone was harsh now, the German accent making her sound like she was snapping at him. Though as he turned she got a very good look at his face, from the slightly swelling purple colored flesh around his eye to the rest of it and she was momentarily stunned after her first words. The boy was beautiful to look at and her face flushed with heat for a reason unknown to her. Pale eyes trailed over every feature on his face, taking it all in and committing it to memory. Swallowing hard she lifted the hand that was not holding her wand and lightly, oh so gently and carefully she touched the spot under his eye and her expression changed. Her full lips pulled down into a frown and her brows drew together, she really looked upset. “Damnit Sirius I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me, I really didn't mean to hurt you.”
If she could step outside of herself and realize what she was doing and saying she just may melt in a puddle of embarrassment. This was not normal for her and she could usually care less about people. Books were her thing. However things had been changing for her and she didn't normally lash out in such a way. It looked pretty bad already and she was so worried he would hate her because of it. She was used to people disliking her, but not because of an accident and not someone she may just like.
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 10, 2011 15:14:26 GMT -5
Trapped? Just like that?
"Trust me, Im not very excited about the arrangements, either." he said, still tapping the doorknob with his wand, and turning it this way and that in hope to hear it click open, Sirius felt Pandorah hover behind him as he fooled around with the lock. He could feel the close proximity of the girl behind him, and he knew that if he flexed his shoulder her large breasts would rub against his back. Quiet an interesting annotation for one Sirius Black.
Sirius simply turned around to tell her the bad news they were trapped in the stupid old classroom and he expected her to start hurling insults at him and start bitching about the fact he had closed the door and it was all his fault or some stupid nonsense like that - but instead she didn't. She just stood quiet there, looking up at him. Well up, just a fraction. Sirius was only slightly taller than her, an inch or so. He had also expected for her to move away, or at least step back and put some space between them, but she didn't. She just stood there quietly and watched him.
Sirius was surprised at their closeness. He stood there, calmly, feeling her breath on his lips, and just let her watch him. He could almost hear her heart beat in the quiet of the room. They were so close, the distance separating them was only the little space were they both held their wand between them for illumination, like two candles, casting a soft glow on each others face and their immediate surroundings.
Sirius lowered his wand, wondering why she was looking at him so intensely. He took this moment of silence, a rare one for someone like Pandorah, and took a good look at her. He had never properly looked this close at her before. She never stood still a sodding minute, and usually was working her mouth off at him, or physically abusing him, and it never allowed him one proper look. But as she stood there, he had Pan all for his eyes to consume. He watched her big blue eyes, they were round and lined with thick black lashes. She usually wore a defiant and challenging glint in them, but right now that was replaced with something Sirius couldn't quiet put his finger on, and there also was a little frown between her delicate eyebrows. He wasn't used to have her look at him like that, and he averted his eyes from her intense gaze and found her snub little nose instead, small as a button. Sirius looked down at her plump lips then, and found he knew already that usually she stuck her lower lip out in a stubborn manner - but that was missing too, her lips were pulled down, like she was actually sad or upset. Then the girl rose her fingers and touched his face, the part where it was bruised and felt very raw. Sirius closed his eyes, and made a small sound like a sharp intake of breath.
Sirius opened his eyes, found her flushed red, and saw her eyes grow big. "It's that bad, huh?'' he said, giving her half a smile. Sirius didn't have the heart to be mad at her anymore, he just couldn't. He didn't know why. She look genuinely sorry, and the look in her eyes had actually disarmed him. "It's alright, Koenig ... I'm not mad at you."
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Post by pandorah on Jun 10, 2011 16:34:13 GMT -5
Pandorah wasn't certain just what it was that bothered her about being trapped in here. It could be the fact that it was dark, so dark that their wands only illuminated the area around them. Perhaps it was because the room was obviously not well used and therefore a bit dusty and full of random things to trip over. Her real reasoning though was Sirius himself. He had quite the reputation and she was not about to be another notch on his belt. He was beautiful to look at she would admit that to herself now but that changed nothing. Not the fact that her breathing was fast and shorter, or that she honestly could not stop looking at him. The only reason she had a problem at all was because of her reactions, she had no control over what was going on and it frightened her.
Much like him she had expected to be mad and start berating him up one side and down the other. So she was just as shocked that she wasn't. In fact there wasn't a shred of anger in her and later she might have to ponder why and what exactly was going on with her, while around him. Truth be told this had never happened before, and she had been alone with other people yes. Albeit there wasn't this feeling of being trapped but that shouldn't completely change how she responds to things that would normally piss her off.
They were close, so very close she could smell his breath and feel the heat from his body. This really wasn't a position she was usually in and part of her wondered why she hadn't just backed off, turned around or simply walked away. She could still do it now but yet, she didn't. Part of her liked this closeness, and the smell of him. The Ravenclaw girl felt a little light headed and lifted the hand which held her wand to place the back of her palm against her forehead. Perhaps she wasn't feeling well?
Her thumb stroked again over the space right under his eye and then she carefully traced her fingertips along his eyebrow and then the side of his face. The spot where she had hit him was so sore looking that she made sure to barely touch it. It was nice, touching another person, but she did not have the courage, or perhaps thoughts, to touch the rest of his face. Pale eyes danced downward to his lips and she knew she wanted to touch them, her fingertips twitched but she made no other moves and kept her hand now cupping the side of his face. Her actions were so very intimate and she could not explain why she was doing them.
His eyes were such a unique color, she didn't think that there had ever been another person with such a shade before. Looking back up she almost stared into them and caught herself, quickly looking downward. The sound of him breathing in, probably because of the pain, made her wince slightly and breathe out a quiet sorry. “It, well, it is definitely going to be obvious you were hit in the face.” She tried for a little humor but she was so nervous for no reason and her laughter showed it by being shaky.
Looking back up she caught his half-smile and she felt her heart wrench in her chest. What was going on? Is this how other girls felt with other boys? It was so odd but she didn't feel the need to complain about it, or find anything wrong with it. “You aren't mad at me? Even though I marked up your pretty face? You definitely were calling me crazy so I figured...” Pan took a deep breath that ended in a sigh, not finishing the sentence. She seemed at such a loss and so confused. There was no doubt that the Ravenclaw was very much out of her element.
“Sorry, I keep putting my foot in my mouth don't I? I'm not very socially adept it seems.” The smile she gave him was shaky and she let her hand with the wand at it just rest at her side, illuminating enough so that they could see each other but not much else.
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 10, 2011 18:40:59 GMT -5
Sirius closed his eyes again as Pan's fingertips hovered over the injured side of his face, he felt her fleeting touch across his skin like a fluttering butterfly, barely touching him but still there.
Sirius opened his eyes to her quiet apology. "It's okay", why was he finding the constant need to soothe and reassure her? He adjusted his eyes to the new lighting, searching Pan's features in the newly dimmed light, and found her starring up at him, before casting her eyes away quickly. A small something, like a knowing smile, tugged at the corner of his lips. He would never forget the way she had just looked at him, with such vulnerability, such shyness, such desire.
"You just called my face pretty" he said, "I hope you realize that" Sirius teased, his gray eyes fast on her. "And what if i called your crazy, than? Your starting to believe all I say?" he replied softly, that half smile echoing in his words.
Maybe it was the darkness surrounding them, or the soft glow of the magical light created by their wands, or their closeness and how the front of their chests almost brushed, or maybe it was the whole situation, but the atmosphere around them was doing things that maybe it shouldn't. Why was Pan being so agreeable, docile even? And why was Sirius finding this side of her so attractive? Then again, he had always quite liked her full figure and shapely legs, but it had all stopped there, he'd rather kissed Peter than kissed Pandorah Koenig. He had rather a solid disliking for her brisk manners and challenging attitude, but who knew once your brushed off her first layer, that she'd open up like a small rose of many curled petals in his hands.
"Put your foot in your mouth? Why should you use such a horrible figure of speech." said Sirius, half smiling. She was nervous, he could tell. She was babbling like her life depended on it.
Sirius rose a finger to her lips, softly brushing it against her mouth "Shhh, you talk too much", he said in a smooth whisper. His hand moved from her lips down to the side of her face and he collected her face gently in it, fingers curling around her jaw. He brought her face a little closer to his, and pressed his lips against her soft pink full ones.
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Post by pandorah on Jun 11, 2011 1:59:40 GMT -5
Each time he closed his eyes she wanted to touch his eyelids. So soft and fragile the skin there, hiding behind them a beauty that she had not been aware such a pain in the butt boy could hold. Too bad her fingertips could not heal with a touch as she had traced the spot where she marked him. Not usually one to feel bad for anything the guilt of one single accidental action was weighing heavily on her. Live life with no regrets, that was how she believed and yet here she was regretting something she didn't even have control of in the first place.
Maybe even odder still wasn't how she felt guilt, and how she kept apologizing but how he kept reassuring her that it was alright. He wasn't upset, didn't seem to mind. How would that change once he saw his face though? Would the anger be rekindled and he refuse to talk to her or even look at her? That was indeterminable now though because it was a future thing and she chastised herself for worrying about it. If there was one thing she was most assuredly good at, it was over thinking things and putting the cart before the horse. She would just assume the worst and then prepare for it. Maybe it was time she stopped.
“Oh, I did call your face pretty didn't I?” The blush again. That was not something she would have knowingly said. It was common knowledge that many girls found him attractive but Pandorah wasn't the type to feed into someones ego. She did not deny having said it but felt embarrassed he had noticed those words. A derisive snort before she spoke. “Believe all you say? I'd half to be more than half mad.” The words were not meant to be insulting though but she did mean them. He could tell her the sky was blue but she would have to look before she believed him. The Ravenclaw knew this Gryffindors reputation well and wasn't the kind to just believe anyone. It would take a lot for her to believe him no matter what he said. Yet, it had still stung when he called her crazy, but she wouldn't tell him that. What he didn't know kept her safe, right?
“The figure of speech is entirely appropriate, even if the idea of what it implies is rather gross.” Her tone shifted for a moment, defensive and haughty, the German crisp and clipped. It didn't stay long though and the quick glare that had entered her pale eyes faded away as his finger lifted and she watched him bring it closer till it was touching her lips. He was trying to silence her. They were stuck in here for the moment and he was going to try and get her to shut up? She could feel her anger uncoil in her lower abdomen and shoot straight up her spine, especially when he told her that she talked too much.
How dare he! Her thoughts raced and she was going to say something, do something but he was pulling her face and she became confused, this was not the way to keep her quiet, what was going on? Before she had the chance to really assess and think about it his mouth was on her own and her brain shut down. No more were the thoughts of how he wanted her to shut up, the anger was completely diminished. All that remained was a slight confusion and a now growing interest on what was happening with their mouths.
Pandorah had never kissed before and she honestly did not know what to do beyond a friendly family kiss. The hand that had been touching his face slid dowm to rest and curl her fingers around his shoulder. A low whimper escaped her mouth and into his, the intimacy of what was happening being far more enjoyable than she thought it could be. Slowly she kissed him back, exploratory and hungry for more. Her wand clattered to the floor as she wrapped her other arm around his waist, needing the contact for support and some other reason she couldn't quite fathom.
This was her first kiss, her first anything at all. There would be no way she would forget this no matter how good, or how bad it ended up being.
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 11, 2011 4:55:07 GMT -5
"Oh, you sure did call my face pretty." Sirius said, defiantly, inclining his head in half a nod. Maybe he was just having fun repeating those words, or maybe he was just having fun rubbing it in, or he was just teasing her out of good fun, or maybe it was a bit of a mix of all. He just grinned a little as she blushed again. Sirius was getting to like this side of her. He never thought Pandorah could be all girly and soft. She usually gave out a whole general different outlook to the rest of the world. No one would believe it if he had to recount the events of tonight, not even his best friends. He didn't care about thinking of his friends at the moment, that wild pink color looked so good on her skin, it complimented her pink full lips, and those lips were all he could think about. "Maybe you are a little mad" he teased, shrugging slightly, "...about me" he finished, his teasing smile audible in his words.
That tone came back in her words again, haughty and brief, but her words quickly died away with the pressure of Sirius's lips on her's. Sirius detected the tiniest frown of confusion on her eyes, like she was almost angry and thinking of something to say back. But he didn't leave her the luxury of time to finish her thoughts, just plunged into a kiss.
She was stiff at first, like she didn't understand what was happening or what should she do next, but than must have realized what was happening, and he felt her crumpled features soften out in the hand he held her face in. She melted into their kiss. His ears caught the small whimper that came from her throat, and his fingers slid down her throat looking for where that whimper came, his thumb stroking the delicate skin under her ear and the length of her neck. He traced her collarbone with his thumb, and had the decency, for now, to move his hand to her shoulders.
Sirius slid his hand down her arm, feeling the warmth of Pandorah's skin under his, and stopped at her small waist, pulling her in towards him.
Black felt her hand hold his shoulder for support, and heard her wand clatter to the floor. He didn't care for their wands, and simply placed his own wand in the back-pocket of his jeans, it was still lit so it cast a soft glow from behind his shoulder against the door. As he pulled back from their kiss for a fraction of a second, that gave him enough light to see her closed eyes with long lashes curled on her cheeks, and an eager set of plump lips waiting for him.
He was glad to have freed his wand-hand than, as he put it on her tiny waist and pulled her in his arms even closer, and moved his head down and kissed her again, savoring the taste of her lips and the the feeling of their bodies touching. Sirius had to admit that Pandorah had a lush, full figure as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
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Post by pandorah on Jun 11, 2011 8:22:03 GMT -5
In the back of her mind she knew that he would never let her live that down. Calling his face pretty was a surefire way to get him to realize that she found him attractive, and an ego booster for sure. Pandorah didn't mess around with guys, or anyone for that matter. She had never been linked to anyone in any manner but her familiar. Yet here she was now being kissed by Sirius Black of all people, and most definitely returning the favor as best as she could for her first time around. Thankfully though she was a quick learner and kissing seemed to be a rather instinctual thing, that and he obviously was not half bad at it himself.
One thing she hadn't thought about, before the kissing even started, was the door, or rather how it had shut in the first place. Sirius hadn't come right out and said he had shut it and she hadn't seem him do it so to the Ravenclaw did not assume anything. Now though there was no chance for her to ponder about it as her mouth and her mind were thoroughly occupied. Maybe, once they were done...if they were ever done, she would inquire about the door and try to figure out how to get them out of there, she was the brains out of the two of them.
If he had just been kissing her perhaps she may have kept a bit of her mind about her, even if this was something new. Their lips touching did feel good and she was sure that her body temperature was rising from just that. His hand on her throat elicited another, and louder, whimper to slip between her lips and she squirmed just so, an obvious indication to a boy who knew what he was doing that he just did something very right. So many sensations at once and her head began to swim. His mouth on hers, his hand roaming around near her throat and collarbone, such a simple yet intimate gesture. If she wasn't careful she could be easily overwhelmed by Sirius.
She was moving, and it was closer to him. The hand that had been on his shoulder dropped in surprise and brushed between both of their bodies accidentally groping the poor Gryffindor boy right between his legs before it settled back down at her side. Her pale eyes were wide with shock and she could feel her breasts pressing tightly against his chest. This was not an unpleasant experience and her eyes fluttered back in her head at just how close they were. This was what she had been missing out on, these feelings and sensations. Touching, kissing, brushing and pressing. Pandorah knew there was a lot more, she did read books after all but this in and of itself was overwhelming and all consuming, she could not even begun to imagine what the other things would feel like.
There was a break in the kiss and she tried to fight her way back up to something like reality. Was it over? Did something happen? Slowly she stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, they were tingly feeling and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Pandorah knew she was pretty, but even she would be all sorts of complimented, blushing and genuinely girlish in her actions if she heard half of the thoughts that he thought about her, at least physically.
Somehow they were even closer to one another and she had to find a place for her hands. Her own slid so that they were by the small of his back and fingers dipped downward just over the swell of his back end. She was curious but not entirely aware of just how much her fingers were practically caressing him there, more just getting into the kiss on a deeper level. This time, when the kiss was renewed she reciprocated with a passion she didn't even know she had. A low moan rumbling deep in her throat while she wriggled her lush body against him and tried to find a way to cure the sudden ache that was happening.
All of this going on in such a short amount of time. It seemed all he had to do was kiss her and she began to open up like a long forgotten door.
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TAG: seriously Sirius
WORDS: I didn't count!
NOTES: Something just woke up in her!
MUSIC: Sadly nothing
WEARING: Ravenclaw uniform
OTHER: N/A
CREDIT: made by Esse! © on these beloved days
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 13, 2011 9:22:22 GMT -5
Sirius's eyebrow flicked in surprise as he felt Pandorah's hand brush against the front of his jeans and grope him. Well, she was a naughty little thing wasn't she. He always liked a girl who knew what she wanted, and wanted it fast. He smirked into the kiss, thinking that Pandorah was some particular type, not realizing that it had been an accident on her side.
The Gryffindor's hands slid down and rubbed along the girl's sides, feeling her tantalizing full curves run under his fingers. At this moment Sirius forgot about all the scowls and dirty looks Pandorah used to shoot him around school - in his mind he couldn't connect how that cold, cold girl could be the little burning sexpot. It's like he had opened up a book that had been shut for a very long, long time, and took the adventure to read the story that no one before him had cared to look at twice, but now that he'd cracked it open and flipped through it's pages, he seemed to have aroused secrets from it's depths that where thought to never exist. Secrets that where both deep and exciting. Thinking about it, maybe it wasn't a book he had found, but maybe it was Pandorah's box that came within his clutches, and he quiet liked the 'bad' things he'd let out.
He broke from the kiss one more time, and took two steps back, and as he had calculated, found himself backed against the door. Sirius leaned his back against the door, sliding a little to rest his shoulder blades against the wooden surface. He looked so graceful, yet still managed to pull it off with that Sirius charm and cool, resting there against the door in a very provocative manner, his hip bones trusted out, his head inclined carelessly to one side, his long hair falling down his shoulders.
An insolent smirk appeared on his lips, like he was actually daring her, "Come here, you" he said in a low, throaty voice, looking at her with intense gray hooded eyes. Sirius pulled Pandorah from her curvy hips towards him, purposely making her lose her balance to tip forward. She would find him to lean against of course, his lean chest breaking the fall as he caught her in his arms and rested her breasts against him. Before the girl could form any sort of protest, Sirius claimed back her lips, running his hand down her sides and this time moving one hand down her curvy hip, finding the edge of her skirt and pushing it slightly up to let it rest against one of his jeaned legs, while his fingers teased one of the girl's smooth, gorgeous thighs,
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Post by pandorah on Jun 13, 2011 10:30:59 GMT -5
Kissing was probably one of the most intimate things she could think of beyond the other parts which she hadn't even thought about before...much. It seemed to rewire her brain and cause her to shiver and shake in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold. In fact the room, or maybe just the area around them, was becoming exceedingly hot and she felt like even her clothing was just too much right now. Pandorah had no idea what it was, or if it was just him but their lips together sent electrical sparks all throughout her body and she had never really felt both so alive and so incapable of any real thought.
Honestly she felt both like she was over clothed and that she had nothing on at all as his hands slid down her sides. She wished that she had her right mind about her. Her hands should not be wrapped around the lascivious Gryffindor but pushing him away, perhaps even giving him a second black eye to match the first. Pandorah did not do these things. She had never kissed anyone before let along got this physically close and want to keep doing more. If she could just think straight she would stop this nonsense right now and step away from him, even in the dark. What was it about Sirius Black that had all girls acting like complete fools? Her joining the ranks of idiot females was not going to make her happy later when she could actually think about it.
Her eyes were firmly shut and as his hands skimmed over her curves her own hands gripped hard where they were, pulling their lower bodies close together and goosing Sirius rather fully. She may be clueless as to what to do if she thought about it but it seemed that once her mind and body were disconnected from each other the latter worked well on it's own to get things moving.
It would be very obvious to the Black boy just how much he was affecting her the moment he broke the kiss again and actually stepped back. There was enough light from his wand, in his back pocket, to continue the illumination of her face and part of her body. Her face was flushed, lips reddened and slightly puffy from all the kissing as well, and as she opened her eyes to see where he had gone there was very little focus in them and a dazed heat as she lit their pale color back on his own grey ones.
Blinking a few times she looked him over while he stood there against the door. He seemed so natural in his sex appeal, he barely had to try to get girls, and likely some boys for sure, to flock to him. He was a veritable devourer of young girls and she knew it. Having vowed before not to fall for his charms she wondered at herself just what was going on. The spell he had woven with his lips on hers was lessening because they were no longer there and she took a deep shuddering breath to try and calm her over heated body down. Yet she could not deny that parts of her ached to be right back against him once more, he was dangerous in this aspect and she should stay way, far far away.
She may have denied him then, his insistence for her to come back to the trap that he offered but it was too soon and he reclaimed her like he owned her. Her body willingly moved, no resistance was given at all when he pulled her back up against him. In fact she let out a breathy moan once their bodies were pressed back together and one soft word. “Bastard.” It was the only inclination that she knew what was happening and what he was doing to her. It had little heat and almost seemed an affectionate term really. Then his mouth was on hers once more and she hungrily kissed him back this time around, letting her hands run up and down his sides, sharp nails scraping against his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
The Ravenclaw girl shuddered endearingly as his fingers were felt along her bare thigh and her hands tightened on his sides, the nails digging in just enough to be on that border of pleasure and pain from the shock of it. If she didn't get her wits back about her like a good Ravenclaw should she had no idea how far this would go, because there was going to be no stopping her now.
Just as she moved her hands down and curled her fingers around the waistband of his pants, so that they were partially inside the denim, the door opened.
Sirius, whose back was against the door would for a brief moment feel nothing to lean on. Then suddenly, with their combined weight, would end up tumbling backward to land on the ground of the hallway. Likewise Pan would also fall forward into the cooler and bright light of the hallway and land on top of the Gryffindor boy. Her position was such that it would easily look like they were about to get down and dirty in the dark classroom. Their lips were no longer locked in place and yet her hands were still in his pants. She was flush against him and her one knee rubbed enticingly against the crotch of his pants before she settled into place and finally released his mouth.
Nearby was a younger boy, perhaps in his fourth year, and a Hufflepuff. He looked them both over with a gaping mouth and a rather red face before running off almost afraid and definitely in a hurry to get away. Pandorah Koenig, the Ravenclaw prefect and haughty cold ice princess had been seen getting very hot and heavy with a one Sirius Black, a Gryffindor bad boy with quite the reputation for getting even and causing trouble, not to mention breaking hearts and warming bodies. This was going to be all over Hogwarts by the end of the day and probably twisted into a dozen or more different renditions in the next few days.
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TAG: Siriusbaby!
WORDS: 1049
NOTES: Uh oh!
MUSIC: Britney Spears – Womanizer and 3
WEARING: A rather rumpled looking uniform
OTHER: Almost done, or done?
CREDIT: made by Esse! © on these beloved days
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