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Post by NORA ROSE SINCLAIR on Jul 29, 2011 12:31:51 GMT -5
 A frustrated sigh escaped Nora’s lips, staring into the mirror up in her dorm. She was currently using a brush to fight with her mess of hair, and loosing. There were no knots in it, it was soft and easy to brush through, but it was just so poofy, she felt like a troll. With a frown, she tossed her brush onto her bed, her fingers running through her hair in one last attempt. It was a failure, so she decided to give up, smoothing out her shirt and exiting her dorm toward the common room. Everyday she told herself she would be more confident, speak up, have a conversation with someone new. This rarely ever happened, she tried, she really did, but once she was near someone she couldn’t get her voice to work, the anxiety of it getting to her.
Today would likely be no different, but she attempted to have a positive attitude, even if her hair had once again been uncooperative. As she entered the common room, it was rather empty, most people were probably at breakfast. Now was the time to relax, breakfast would just be awkward anyone, too many people all around her, she rarely spoke at all even with Arabella at her side. So instead of eating, she moved to sit down on the couch near the fireplace, curling up in front of the fire, watching it curiously. It was sort of beautiful, although rather dangerous. It always helped her to get lost in her thoughts though, it was captivating.
Nora had nothing exciting going on in her life though, she rarely ever did. She had her three best friends, her classes and prefect duties, other than that she spent her time in solitude. It was more relaxing for her, no anxiety when she was alone, no worries of being judged or saying something stupid. Sometimes she preferred to be home with her family, although she loved the school, the magic and her few friends, home was always more comforting. Her fingers brushed through her hair again, twirling a strand around one of them, staring into the fire, not expecting anyone to join her due to breakfast.
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Post by scottb on Jul 30, 2011 8:11:27 GMT -5
So this was what a hangover felt like. At least, he hoped it was a hangover because he really didn't want to imagine what else he could have done last night. Perhaps next time, he would reserve such shenanigans for the weekend.
Scott came to a halt somewhere in the middle of the common room, leisurely chewing the mints even though it felt like the sunlight was trying to incinerate his eyes. He groaned a little and then dropped thankfully into an armchair next to the fire. A pause. Then he looked away from the flames, deciding that it was painful to look at anything that was moving so fluidly when his mind was still struggling to wake up.
It was a moment before Scott realized that by looking away from the fire, his eyes had fallen upon a large poofy mass of... something. He squinted hard and snorted rather gracelessly as he realized that it was hair. Scott's vision finally sharpened a little and he vaguely recognized the girl. "Bad hair day?" he said, his gaze pausing on the girl's hand as she toyed with her hair. His brain came to a crunching halt and he internally winced, hoping that she wouldn't throw a hex at him. Perhaps not the best thing to say to a girl who was sitting alone by the fire instead of having breakfast. She looked a little sad. But not the Scott kind of sad, which typically translated into the pathetic position that he was currently in - half blind and trying to will away the sunlight with his brain.
"Not that I think so. Your hair looks lovely." he said, with a grin. For a second, him chewing on the mints was the only sound in the room before he realized that he was technically grinning at the girl's hand.
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Post by NORA ROSE SINCLAIR on Aug 1, 2011 9:31:44 GMT -5
Nora was probably one of the most insecure people you could meet, she had zero confidence in herself. In her mind, anyone who talked to her felt sorry for her, and no one truly liked her. Except Arabella, Lysander and Colin, they seemed to honestly enjoy her company, but it had taken her two years to finally believe that. There wasn’t some terrible past that lead to her insecure ways, it was just her personality, she was awkward and never knew how to act or socialize. She really didn’t like herself very much, which of course is a very sad thing, because when she truly acts like herself she is rather funny and very sweet.
When someone came down into the common room, Nora noticed right away, curiously watching the boy. He was a fifth year too, but she never really talked to him, she never really talked to anyone unless they spoke to her first. Watching as he sat right near her, he didn’t seem to notice her for a few minutes. When he finally did, his comment made her wince, her fingers running through her hair again, her eyes filling with tears. Her hair was terrible, she knew it, she was a puffball and no guy would ever find her pretty. She was doomed to be alone forever, with only three friends who would move on with their lives while she was all alone.
Looking away from him, Nora quickly wiped her tears, her hair covering her face as she looked down. His next comment just made her feel worse, people always felt sorry for her, always lied because they were too nice to be truly honest. ”You don’t have to lie,” he muttered softly, her voice catching a bit because of her tears, she had to hold back a small sob. When she looked back over at him, he seemed to be a bit off, not really looking at her. It was killing her curiosity, wondering what was wrong with him, even if he had just been mean, she didn’t blame him she knew she looked terrible.
Figuring he didn’t want to speak with her anymore, she stayed quiet, until finally she had to ask. ”Whats wrong?” her voice was very soft, very unsure as she asked. She didn’t want to continue annoying him, but she wanted to know if he was alright, if he thought she looked bad he looked ten times worse this morning. Nora naturally wanted to help everyone, but was just to shy to ever do it. She was probably the sweetest person you’d ever meet, but most people didn’t know because she was too shy.
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Post by scottb on Aug 1, 2011 12:29:28 GMT -5
Under normal circumstances, Scott wasn't quite as much of an insensitive jerk as he appeared to be. At least not intentionally. It just so happened that being incompetent in almost every way usually meant that he had little to no idea how to talk to girls, especially those who actually cared about what he said. Most didn't. The ones who did ended up hating him. Either way, Scott didn't care much. Scott didn't always consider himself to be the one at fault. Perhaps it was the headache that made him change his mind this time. If a girl had started crying at any other time, he would have very gladly sidled away.
But they were in the middle of a deserted common room and he wasn't sure that running away now would place him in the girl's good graces much. Besides, it wasn't healthy to have so many people hating him. Scott glanced around helplessly before sighing. "I wasn't lying," he said, sounding a little affronted. Perhaps he had been acting like a bit of a douche, trying to talk to her when he couldn't even see straight but he most certainly hadn't been lying. It was mostly because he didn't lie that people disliked him so much. Personally, he didn't see much point in responding in the affirmative if people asked him something - especially if it was related to their appearance. Eventually, someone was bound to tell them they looked awful. He might as well do it before someone else did.
In this girl's case though, Scott couldn't handle lying with a splitting headache. He also couldn't be bothered trying too hard to make amends, even if she was crying a bit. "Why would I lie anyway?" Scott asked distractedly, leaning back into the couch as he did. He wasn't sure what the girl thought but he couldn't be bothered mustering up the energy to lie. A short pause followed, in which Scott contemplated going down to get some breakfast. The thought of the amount of noise in the Great Hall immediately dissuaded him for pursuing that thought any further. So he answered the girl when she spoke again.
Scott shot her a sideways glance, brow furrowing slightly. She was a bit of an odd thing, really. Crying one second and then asking how he was the next. And Scott was always one for encouraging people who acted weird. "What's wrong with you?" he asked lightly, shooting her a slightly exasperated smile.
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Post by NORA ROSE SINCLAIR on Aug 2, 2011 10:00:45 GMT -5
Normally Nora didn’t bother to talk to people she didn’t know, especially ones who were clearly making mean comments and doing a very bad job at covering it up with a lie. Seeing as they were the only two in the common room though, left her feeling like she had to reply, it would be quit awkward to both just sit here after such comments and she wasn’t in the mood for breakfast. Of course, she could go wait in her classroom, but what a loser she would look like, sitting there by herself for half an hour until class started. It was probably best to sit here awkwardly with the guy who thought she had terrible hair, atleast she already knew her hair was a hopeless disaster. It still hurt to hear someone else say it, but he seemed to be acting weird, whether that was his usual behavior or not, he was clearly not your typical guy.
When he asked why he’d lie anyway, Nora stared at him closely, watching him sink back into the chair. Biting on her bottom lip, she thought this question over, of course it would be because he knew he’d hurt her feelings. Then again, at least he cared a little about hurting her feelings. As she looked over at him curiously, she tilted her head to the side slightly, trying to figure out what she thought about him. Strange people were normal for her, she was friends with Colin and Lysander, they were both really odd, and Arabella had plenty of moments too. Of course, in her opinion Bella was the most adjusted to normal life and normal friends, then the boys made friends because they were outgoing and didn’t hold back, which left Nora as the rather strange and very quiet one who didn’t know many people.
Instead of answering her question, he returned it, causing her to stare at him for a moment. She considered this seriously, looking over to the fire for a moment as she thought it through. ”A lot of things, none worth mentioning,” she decided, turning back to him, expecting a response from him now. It was true though, there was plenty wrong with her, the fact that she couldn’t hold a conversation with anyone was probably the biggest. Then there were the small things, like her hair, her insecurities, her lack of friends. She supposed everyone had things wrong with them though, no one could be perfect, although it felt like everyone around her was far closer to reaching perfection.
This was clearly and odd conversation, but she was finding him to be an odd person. Sometimes she wondered if she’d ever have a normal friend, then again she was and odd person so it left her with few options. She loved her friends though, they were the most fun and sweetest people she’d meant, they all cliqued well, even if she wasn’t as close with the two boys as she was to Bella. That was normal though, for the girls to be closest and then the two boys, or atleast she thought it was, that was really the only friendship she had, so there was nothing to compare it to.
Nora was still looking over at the guy, before realizing she hadn’t really introduced herself, then again she was unsure if she wanted to. Finally with a nervous smile, she sat up straighter, as if to force herself to be more confident. ”I’m Nora by the way, we have classes together,” Okay, her voice didn’t come out as loud and confident as she had wanted, it was still soft and unsure, but she was getting better!
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