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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 4, 2011 11:41:57 GMT
Johnny was starving. The only thing he could think of after stepping off the Hogwarts Express, was getting to the castle as soon as possible for the start of term feast. And so, with a determined spring in his step, he bounded through the crowds, weaving expertly over th the rows of carriages and practically running to the one at the very front. He would be the first to the castle. Sure his friends were following, he wasn't really too bothered whether they managed to ride in the same carriage as him or not. The journey was only short, and they would see each other at the feast, anyway. Plus, he had just spent an astonishing amount of hours stuck on a train with them, a bit of down time wouldn't be unwelcome.
Spotting a pair of second years heading for "his" carriage, Johnny picked up speed, stepping in front of them and holding his hands up to block them. "I'm sorry," he told them, "this carriage has been reserved. You'll have to find another one." Giving them an apologetic look, he spun on his heel and hopped inside, sprawling out on the seat and letting out a huge breath. Sleep was on it's way, but Johnny would be damned if he would let it steal him from the feast. Still, he allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, taking the time to imagine what kinds of foods would be on offer today. His stomach growled loudly at the thought,, but he carried on imagining nonetheless.
Maybe there would be steak. And roast potatoes. And gravy. And blueberry pie. Possibly even waffles with maple syrup. No, that would be for breakfast in the morning, he was sure. He had made a point in his second year, of befriending some of the House Elves that worked in the kitchens. Not in a fake way. He genuinely liked them, and had a great affinity for their cause. They deserved to be treated as equals and not servants, as far as he was concerned. But, as long as they were in charge of cooking school meals, he liked to be able to put in little requests now and then. They knew what all of his favourite meals where, and often made sure to prepare them on special days, such as his birthday, or the day of an important Quidditch match or exam or whatever.
If willpower alone could make things move, Johnny's carriage would have already been half way to the castle by now.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 6, 2011 13:24:05 GMT
fought together in vietnam, mean as hell but they say, [/size]  -- -- -- -- "YES MAM" TO YOUR MAMMA[/right][/center][/font] The train ride to Hogwarts was as uneventful as ever. She had fin chatting and eventually got changed into her school robes in anticipation of the start of term feast. Of course they were going to have to wait until every single first year was sorted before they could eat which would take forever, but Molly was just glad she could spend it with family and her friends because when the train pulled into the station and they all got off, Molly wasn't going to be able to sit with her friends in a carriage to Hogwarts.
Molly and her friends had a thing. Every year one of them had to miss out on the ride up to the castle because there were too many of them to fit into one carriage, this year it was Molly's turn to ride solo and so if she had to go solo, she was going to get there as soon as she could and just not worry who she was going to end up being sat with on the carriage. There were better things to concern herself about.
Watching a guy shoo a couple of second years away from the carriage at the front, Molly frowned to herself. Older students could be such idiots sometimes, thinking they owned everything and that sort of thing did not discourage Molly from walking up to the carriage as fast as she could without running and climbing on in. She sorted out her robes as she sat down and prepared to either ignore the guy if he told her off or depending on what he said, come up with a witty retort, though really witty retorts were not Molly's thing and so she knew she'd be better off just ignoring him, but she was some what of a talker and so that lead to her saying the first word, who knew, he might ignore her.
"Not a fan of second years or just not a fan of people?" She asked, hardly expecting a response, but so she didn't look like she was waiting on him to respond, she played about with her robes, straightening them out over her lap and then placing her hands in front of her, clasped together before she looked at the guy and then out of the window. She sure hoped the trip up to the castle would be quick and as bumpless as possible.
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: four zero seven
Listening To: Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam||Montgomery Gentry
Outfit: Click me
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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 8, 2011 15:12:13 GMT
Johnny eyes drifted to the doorway as a red-haired girl dived into his carriage with great purpose, sitting opposite him and making a point of fixing her robes about her. His ice blue eyes watched her for a moment, taking in her pretty face and stony expression as she obsessed over her outfit like some sort of OCD perfectionist. He had to stifle a laugh, finally having reason to sit up straight and pay more attention when she spat a question at him in what he considered to be a haughty manner.
"Not a fan of second years or just not a fan of people?" Ahhh, so that was it. Johnny stopped holding his amusement in and let out a loud, long laugh, shaking his head as he tried to compose his thoughts.
"Sweetheart," he began, smiling at her good-naturedly, "I'm not a fan of anything right now while I'm this hungry. It's nothing personal, I just have this overwhelming desire to eat my weight in food as soon as magically and physically possible." Studying her for a moment, he decided that, if she was a good enough person to be annoyed with him for shooing younger students away like he was better than them, then she was a good enough person for him to apologize to and attempt to provide a good carriage trip for.
"I'm sorry if that upset you in any way. Truly, I am." Giving her his most charming smile, Johnny offered his hand to her. "I'm Johnny, and not really a jerk. Unless I'm hungry, in which case, I apologize on behalf of my stomach, and I'll make it up to you after I have gorged myself to a satisfactory degree." With a nod of confirmation, he waited to see if she would accept his words, or his hand, or both. It would be awkward if she decided to hold a grudge. Actually, it probably wouldn't. Johnny had a way of winning people over eventually, no matter how he had 'accidentally' wronged them.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 8, 2011 16:39:55 GMT
we measure in time and then we end, the mountains we climb, [/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- ARE JUST PRETEND[/right][/center][/font] Molly decided to ignore the laughing at her question though she did feel a little less empowered then she had done when she'd climbed into the carriage, though she really didn't think she was all that funny. This was probably just a defence mechanism he was using to annoy her. Boys did that, she remembered either Albus or James doing it to her when they were younger. Or maybe even Hugo. Or maybe it was someone else entirely, regardless, she remembered a boy doing it to her when she was about seven. Back then she had pushed him over and ran off and as she looked up at the guy opposite as he called her 'sweetheart' she knew she couldn't push him over. Mainly because of three reasons. One he was bigger than her and would probably be harder to push over, two she was clumsy and would probably end up knocking herself over somehow and three, he was sat down. It was rather hard to push over a sitting person, or so she figured. She'd never actually tried it before and she wasn't going to start.
Arching her left brow quizzically as she looked at him thoughts started running through her head. He was hungry? Didn't he eat on the train? And if not why not? Was he stupid? Of course Molly wasn't going to ask these questions. She was occasionally quite an honest person that just never stopped to think before she spoke, but this time she did. Quite probably because last time she said something, he laughed at her and made her feel a little uncomfortable. He was mean.
Molly was about to ask if he had eaten on the train and leave it at that but he spoke up and apologised to her. Now this really threw Molly off. Was this guy mean or not? Mean guys didn't apologise unless they were doing it sarcastically or to be mean somehow, but she wasn't sure how this was him being mean so she went with assuming he was being somewhat nicer than he had been.
"I wasn't upset." She said rather quickly and abruptly whilst thinking to herself what an idjit she could be sometimes. She responded far too fast and so it was probably going to be completely obvious that he had upset her a bit. Still, she looked at his extended hand and then to his charming smile. His lips moved as he spoke and Molly almost felt as though she were melting, like butter. Damn cute guys!
When he had finished talking she looked at him suspiciously before extending her own hand to meet his. Gently she clasped his hand with hers and gave it a light shake. "Molly." She said, and then realised she sounded like she was calling him Molly. "I mean, I'm Molly, and you don't need to make anything up to me because I wasn't upset." She said, sort of more sternly than she probably should have and she let go of his hand. Even she was starting to think there might have been a rigid broom handle up her arse. "Though I think you scared those second years. A big, burley seventh year, telling them off like that. Poor things, they'll probably ..." Molly didn't have anything to add to her own sentence and her eyes widened and squinted as she tried to think of something while her lips pursed a little in the fashion of her grandma Molly. "Yeah, I've got nothing. But your stomach is really mean sometimes."
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: six zero six
Listening To: The Turn of The Screw||Heaven & Hell
Outfit: Click me
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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 11, 2011 10:47:43 GMT
Johnny fought back a smile as his companion tried to deny the fact that she was blatantly upset. She was a bad liar, he had learned that much about her already, in the three minutes he had known her. He watched her as she spoke, taking in all of the little habits; the faces she pulled when she was trying to compose her thoughts, the way she fidgeted with her clothes in a bid to stifle her own thoughts and feelings. She was a right fiery little thing. It was plain for all to see, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
He found her babbling quite adorable, and couldn't help but sit and smile through it, his face aching even more as she finished by telling him that his stomach was mean, because she couldn't think of any other way to put it. How easily flustered she was. Johnny rubbed a hand across his mouth, almost as if he was trying desperately to wipe his smile away. It didn't work too well, but he managed to sound a little serious when he finally responded.
"You can sit with me at the feast," he suggested. "With an attitude like that, you have to be in Gryffindor." He was positive of it. Though he didn't recall ever seeing her around the common room, Johnny would be his life on it. Then it struck him. Who she had to be. It was obvious, when he thought about it. All the tell-tale signs were there. "Are you a Weasley?" he asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he studied her flame coloured hair and piercing eyes. She had the looks and personality of your typical Weasley. He knew quite a few of them. And the Potters, who they were related to. Feeling like he was on the brink of making some sort of astounding discovery, he stared at her intently, the look on his face overwhelmingly intense.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 11, 2011 18:01:35 GMT
it's just what life had planned, [/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- IT'S DESTINY[/right][/center][/font] Molly was very much aware of Johnny trying not to laugh at her once more, she was beginning to feel like more of an idiot, but she wasn't going to let herself feel like that because he was the bigger idiot. Well, maybe not but still, she was just fine, even if she did have a habit of babbling away sometimes and not being able to complete her own sentences, she couldn't help it that sometimes her mouth got ahead of her brain, other people did it too, not anyone she knew of, but there had to be others lout there like her with the same sort of condition, if it was a condition at all.
"Sit with you? I think I'll be sitting with my friends and you with yours, if you don't scare them off with your terrible anger issues." She said, instantly regretting that she'd said no to sitting next to a cute guy at the start of term feast, but then he started looking at her, like really looking at her and she narrowed her eyes as he asked if she was a Weasley. Was it really that obvious? Well probably. Molly shifted in her seat a little as he started staring at her, really, really intensely and made her feel quite uncomfortable.
Molly swallowed the little saliva she had in her mouth as she shifted in her seat again. "Yes. So?" She said, wondering if her bloodline had absolutely anything to do with him and his business, she assumed it did not but still felt a little on edge at being gazed at so intensely. Was she going to start getting questions about her cousins? Her uncle Harry? Her Aunty Ginny? Is this what it felt like to be James, Albus or Lily? Molly sort of felt sorry for her cousins and really hoped they didn't get as uncomfortable in these types of situations as she was, though it wasn't the first time people had come up to her, it was the first time she'd been asked about being a Weasley in such a private setting.
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: three five nine
Listening To: Born And Raised In Black And White||Brooks & Dunn
Outfit: Click me
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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 13, 2011 16:32:00 GMT
Johnny fought back a scowl as Molly rejected his suggestion of sitting together at the feast. She was a stubborn little brat, wasn't she? So set in her determination to be snooty with him that she couldn't see past her own nose to the fact that he was trying to be nice. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed any annoyance he felt rising in his chest, and forced himself to think along different lines.
"So, I was just wondering," he answered, sitting back in his seat now that he knew he was right about her. "I know a few of your cousins, that's all." When he said he 'knew' them, what he really meant was, he had had a bit of a frosty run in with James, almost gotten in a hell of a lot of trouble with Fred, and it was entirely possible that he had made out with Dominique once or twice. Or maybe four times. He hadn't really been counting. She did have Veela blood in her, after all. He could hardly be held accountable for that one.
Deciding that trying to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted wasn't working too well, he turned to look out the window at the distant trees. "But, it seems to me that you don't really want to talk, so I'll just leave you alone," he told her. "I'm sorry for bothering you." He wasn't. He was sure that he would win her over at some point during the school year, even if he did have to give up on the challenge for the time being. He wouldn't forget about it, though. Johnny never forgot anything.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 13, 2011 17:28:27 GMT
floating in a blue lagoon, boy you'd better do it soon, [/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- NO TIME WILL BE BETTER[/right][/center][/font] Molly was quite the rigid sort when she was out of her comfort zone and what was more she wasn't one to apologise because that would mean that actually, she was wrong and Molly didn't like to think of herself as being wrong. Occasionally incorrect perhaps, but being incorrect didn't mean you had to apologise, being wrong however did mean such a thing and apologies were always awkward, especially to strangers. Nope, leaving things good an awkward was always far easier than apologising for acting like a snob.
Feeling a large twinge of guilty when Johnny apologised and not realising that he didn't mean it at all, Molly didn't say a word. She figured it was just going to be best to enjoy the ride up to Hogwarts in silence. They'd both have to walk to the Gryffindor table and seeing as their carriage was the first they'd probably be ushered in together. Molly felt as though she really had some apologising to do and it was eating away at her conscience but still, the stubborn redhead kept her lips sealed. She'd be able to hang back a bit and try and avoid walking in with him, or she could just walk silently near him. She did have to say a word. Surely it wouldn't be anymore awkward than this moment, right?
Probably wrong. Again. Molly tried not to think about it and a couple of times she nearly spoke up, her mind trying to make her head turn to face Johnny but her stubbornness keeping her head right where it was. Once Johnny was out of sight he'd be out of mind, no matter how ridiculously cute he was or how piercing those blue eyes were. Molly sighed as she checked out the scenery from the window, his eyes were too beautiful to forget any time soon so she was going to have to really think about other things, like what was going to be at the feast or what their first day with lessons would be like. There, that was stopping her from imagining those eyes of his. Damn it! Molly scolded herself for reminding herself in her head of Johnny's eyes. Ah well, she'd live and besides, it wasn't as if she ever had to have anything to do with him again after tonight.
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: four zero zero
Listening To: Kiss The Girl||Little Mermaid
Outfit: Click me
Comments: Yeah I have Disney in my iTunes <3! Figured we can leave it here and then, because Molly's not all that stubborn really and gives in, she'd find him and apologise, maybe after he's done getting together his quidditch team, wha'd'ya think?
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