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Post by catherine on Apr 10, 2011 21:47:33 GMT -5
Catherine was not happy. Not only did they need to review working with Bowtruckles in Care of Magical Creatures, but just as she began luring hers out, it started raining. Raining! Apparently the Bowtruckles - or hers, at least - didn't like getting wet, because as she reached her hand for it, it scrabbled its sharp claws against her skin, then retreated back to the tree and refused to come out, no matter how much wood lice she offered. So, wet and sporting a throbbing hand, Catherine was in a very bad mood as she finally made her way back to the Entrance Hall.
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 11, 2011 15:42:22 GMT -5
Alicia wrestled with a crowd of passing fourth years to get by. Normally she would have just weaseled her way through with reckless abandon, stomping on feet, throwing elbows if necessary, to get through, but a patience, a rarity for her, had settled in for the day. She was far too laid back to worry about anything, lest of all having her path obscured for a few moments. There was no where important she needed to be. However, the last person that passed accidentally knocked into her causing Alicia to stumble almost smack into some blond girl who already looked put out. Her reflexes were pretty sharp though and Alicia managed to stop on a dime avoiding clashing into her. "My bad." She apologized, even though it wasn't.
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Post by catherine on Apr 11, 2011 18:03:36 GMT -5
Just as Catherine was pulling her wand out to perform a drying spell on herself, a girl nearly toppled into her. She raised her eyebrows and looked around her at the group of fourth years that just passed by, and could only assume that was where the girl came from, since she was facing the opposite direction. "Not exactly," she said cooly, "but thanks for the thought."
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 11, 2011 18:38:56 GMT -5
"No problem." Alicia finally took the time to notice that the girl was soaking wet. It must have started raining between the time she'd been outside last and now. It was comical really, at least Alicia thought so. Every time she got caught in a storm she found it amusing. "Damn, that rain kicked your arse, didn't it?" She laughed.
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Post by catherine on Apr 11, 2011 19:03:15 GMT -5
Catherine's arched eyebrows only rose at the comment. "Yes, I suppose it did," she said after a pause, before murmuring the spell to dry herself off. A warm gust of air hit her, enough so that her hair was a mess, but she was at least dry. Unfortunately, the pressure made her hands sting. With a sharp intake of breath, she shook her unoccupied one out, trying to rid it of the harsh stinging.
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 11, 2011 19:15:09 GMT -5
A hand came up to Alicia's mouth hiding the grin on her lips. She wasn't trying to be a bitch or anything but it was pretty funny. The spell had blew the girls hair out making her look like a frizz ball. "I'm Alicia by the way." Since she had almost rammed into her and all an introduction was the least she could do, especially since she was having a bit of fun at the girls expense.
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Post by catherine on Apr 11, 2011 19:22:39 GMT -5
"Catherine," she replied gruffly. She tried running a few fingers though her hair to comb it out, but the pain of it was more than she expected, and quickly pulled back without doing much good to the tumbleweed on her head. This was not a good day, and Alicia's irksome grin wasn't making it any better.
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 11, 2011 19:43:33 GMT -5
"Tell you what, Catherine, why don't you come with me. I've just this spray conditioner that I use when my hair gets wind blown from playing Quidditch. It gets the tangles out in a jiffy. I'll let you use some so you don't rip out all your hair." Since she had laughed at her and all Alicia didn't want to come across as too insensitive even though she kind of was. It was just that hair hadn't been that much of an issue for her tomboy attitude so she couldn't relate with Catherine's irritation.
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Post by catherine on Apr 11, 2011 19:47:10 GMT -5
Catherine scrutinized her for a moment before giving in and nodding. She wasn't dumb enough to refuse help when it was given, even in a bubbly, Gryffindor package. And if she were to try removing it by herself, she would end up with large clumps of blonde hair around her bed, and very little left on her head. Getting the help was a much more appealing option.
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 11, 2011 20:03:58 GMT -5
"Fantastic, right this way." Alicia gestured toward the Marble Staircase. It was a long way to go but well worth it she was sure. Her main concern would have been how much it hurt getting it out without the help of the conditioner not how she might look as a result otherwise. But whatever the motivation they were on their way.
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Post by catherine on Apr 11, 2011 20:06:43 GMT -5
Catherine glanced left and right to see how many people were staring at her and her outrageous hair. The whole hall wasn't focused on her, but there were a few people, which was enough for her to pull her cloak's hood up to cover the knotty mess. Without another word, she followed Alicia up the marble staircase. She knew the Gryffindor common room was a long way away, and then she would need to find a bathroom, because she wasn't allowed inside, but it would be worth it, she was sure.
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 11, 2011 20:22:37 GMT -5
"So," Alicia took the stairs almost like she was in a race, but hey she was fit from both dancing and Quidditch so she usually had a lot of energy. She wanted to strike up some kind of conversation because that whole awkward silence thing all the way to Gryffindor tower was simply not an option. "What happened to your hand?" Alicia, with the hair fiasco, hadn't paid much attention to it till now.
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Post by catherine on Apr 12, 2011 13:48:20 GMT -5
Catherine looked down at her scratched hand, mentally swearing for showing the pain of it in the first place. If she hadn't, then it might have gone unnoticed. "Bowtruckles," she explained. "They don't like the rain, and don't like it when they try to get forced in the rain." Normally, she wouldn't have dared to mess with a Bowtruckle, but she had to get the assignment done, whether it was raining or not. Hers just happened to be extremely tempermental.
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Post by alicia spinnet on Apr 12, 2011 14:42:18 GMT -5
Care of Magical Creatures wasn't Alicia's best subject. Apparently she didn't have that tender touch that was required for handling creatures, so could understand the difficulty that Catherine had with those pesky little Bowtruckles. "Those suckers have razor sharp claws, I think they spend some of their time whittling them into points just so their bite can match their bark, metaphorically speaking of course."
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Post by catherine on Apr 12, 2011 15:10:47 GMT -5
Catherine's lips twitched upwards in the tiniest smile as Alicia spoke. "They probably do," she said quietly, then proceeded to stuff her hands in her pockets so that there wouldn't be any more notice of them. "But they may just human flesh to sharpen them - they seem to scratch enough for it."
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