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Rainy Day Blues [Sep. 7th, 2004|10:08 am]
Hold Fast Roleplay
[mood |depressedi wish i could spell]
[music |walkie talkie man]

Charlie was sitting in front of the window his face pressed up agiasnt the cold glass pane. He was watching the grape size drops plop down one after the other. It had been raining like this scense before he went to bed about four nights ago. He was out side and then it happend hard and fast- rain, rain, and more rain. Ever sense that night; The allmight God opened up the Heavens and said- [i]And there will be water![/i]. And just like that it started to pour like Sirius could never remember in all his years at Hogwarts. Not even Noah and his Ark would know what to do with all this water. The grounds were now a sloppy wet muddy grassy mess. Quidditch practice and matches were cancled. Herbology was cancled cause nobody could get to the Green House- and Care of Magical Creatures met in the Great Hall and did nothing but review.

Charlie Scott sighed loudly as he noticed the lake was almost one half larger than before while there was a small lake growing outside the castle. Well at least it was going to be a fresh spring. He moaned lifted his head from the cool glass and made a face at what his face left on the glass. A little grease mark was left where his nose and forhead were. He whiped it away and set his head back feeling the coldness zap him. Sirius couldnt even remember what the sun looked like, he looked up at the sky hopfull for a break in the clouds for the sun to shine through, but there was no such thing. Just dark black clouds as far as the eye could see.

He was normally a lazy kid. One who would love to sit inside and listen to music rather than go out side and be constructional. But these last five days were hitting Charlie hard. Even he needed to go out and do something. Charlie ran his hands through his blond hair and sighed as more people crowded into Commonroom. It was getting louder with more people getting bord hanging out in the hall and so creating more havic in the Commonroom.

He bit his lip and watched the rain drops race down the glass bordly as he humed a song by Nirvana- Come as you are. Charlie had been to one of there last concerts before Kirk killed himself. But Charlie didn't think he really killed himself- he figured it was a set and would debate it all the way. But nobody around here had heard about this band so it was no use to try and talk to anybody about the bands he liked. He sighed as he coninued humming watching the rain trying to free his mind.

From: beachedxbuns
2004-09-10 03:17 am (UTC)
Entwining their fingers she stood up and followed him, then froze as she saw that the portrait hole was already opening. Shit. Madam Pomfrey was really not one to mess with. She knew all the remedies to even the most obscure injuries or diseases but she took her job too seriously – she would never laugh at a joke, Jennie was sure of that.

Thank god Charlie thought faster on his feet than she did, because he immediately back tracked and climbed out the window. Though she would have hesitated for a moment due to the almost artic wind that came in from the outside, she really couldn’t due to the fact that he still was holding on to her hand and was pulling her along. So, reluctantly but quickly, she climbed out the window and onto the roof after him, shivering in the cold rain.

Following him, she looked around and her heart practically stopped when she realized how close to the edge of the roof they were. Oh god – and she had been afraid of fallen off a friggin chair! Her grip tightened on his hand, and her other hand found his shoulder. She was just going to have to trust that he was going to get her inside safely again.

“God…you’re getting a kick out of freaking me out today aren’t you?”

Jennie caught his eye when he looked back to say where they were going, and she nodded. It really did not matter where, as long as they could get back in. She was soaked clear down to her skin. That’s when she looked down at herself and wanted to do a face-palm. White blouse. Shit. And of course this was one of the few times she didn’t have her sweater wrapped around her waist. Well…maybe he would get his bikini show after all, but not voluntarily.

They walked a few more steps, then her foot stepped on an extremely slippery part and she slid a bit. A frightened little yelp came from her and to not fall off the edge she pulled herself with a jerked movement toward him, standing right up against him from the back. For the second time that day she buried her face in his shirt, willing her heart to stop pouding as crazy as it was. God, she would be lucky to make it to tomorrow they way they were going about things.
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