Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 14, 2012 21:46:13 GMT -5
Damion may be thirteen-years-old, but that didn't mean he still didn't like a good old-fashioned romp on the playground.
As the summer was coming to an end, the weather was absolutely perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. The leaves were beginning to show that maybe they could be a different color, that things can change. This transition was his favorite. There should be a name for it.
Awww, what the heck, he was no poet. HE WAS THIRTEEN, for Christ's sake. The only things he thought about were girls, friends, family drama, boobs, and girls... yup, pretty much accurate.
Chuckling, Damion threw himself onto one of the swings. He began to pump his legs back and forth, creating the sensation of flying. Wild laughter began to echo around the playground. Anyone present would probably think he was a loony, but he didn't care. Damion was only this happy when he was at Hogwarts, so anyone who thought to be a pillock about it could suck his... well, you know.
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Rad Atha
Hufflepuff
First Year
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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Post by Rad Atha on May 14, 2012 22:32:41 GMT -5
((Is this open? If not, just PM me and I'll delete my post.))
Rad rushed out to the lawns as soon as he took a peek out the window; the weather today was just too good to be laying in bed, rolling around doing absolutely nothing. While he hadn't made any friends in Hogwarts yet, he didn't mind walking alone just like he did back home. It was always good to get some fresh air every now and then. So there the young lad was, walking aimlessly, when his eyes spotted something rather unusual. There, all of a sudden, various equipment stood in front of him... a shiny, sloping chute... a ladder which lead to a structure of poles and bars... and there, in the middle, was a boy swinging back in forth in a seat suspended by chains. To be honest, it all seemed nice and dandy to Rad until he noticed the boy was laughing in a rather maniacal manner, leading him to believe that the place was a designed area for torturing.
Normally, being in an such place would scare any ordinary eleven year old boy. But alas, Rad was no ordinary eleven year old. Either way, we can all safely say that ordinary is a rare trait to find in Hogwarts. So, without a care in the world, he parked himself on one of the seats next to the lyncher. "So... who's head did you axe today, sir?" Rad asked curiously, a bit amazed that Hogwarts would let a boy as young as him take on the role of executioner.
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Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 14, 2012 22:49:57 GMT -5
[[No, this is fine. ]] Life was so good when you could just laugh. His mum was not a big fan of laughter unless it was when their pet Kneazle, Fluffy, had just chased after some child that had been poking around in their bushes. That was pretty funny, Damion had to admit, but he wished his mum laughed at other things... like, you know, jokes... or things that didn't involve people being scratched. Back... and forth. Up... and down. This rhythm continued as Damion swung, completely alone. However, one of the times that he came down, he realized that he suddenly wasn't alone. His feet scratched against the dirt underneath the swing set as he came to a slow stop so that he could actually talk to this random person. "So... who's head did you axe today, sir?"Another burst of crazy laughter emitted from Damion's mouth. He noticed that this boy was young than him, probably around a first or a second year, and seemed rather oblivious... or maybe just easily frightened. However, the fact that he was sitting next to who he believed to be an axe murderer showed some real guts. Damion decided to play along with the kid, just as a little, you know, "Welcome to Hogwarts" (or Welcome BACK to Hogwarts) sort of deal. "Oh, you know," he began, shrugging his shoulders as he began to swing lightly. "I had this girlfriend. She thought it would be real nice if she kissed this bloke who wasn't me, so naturally, we got into an argument. I was real upset and was yelling and screaming at her, and she asked me if I was completely mad, if I had lost my head. So... well... she lost hers." Pause. "Literally." He let that sink in for a minute before he added something. "But, you know, all's fair in love and head chopping. Can't win 'em all, right?" Damion gave the kid a wink and a punch on the shoulder, as though he was sharing some secret manly advice.
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Rad Atha
Hufflepuff
First Year
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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Post by Rad Atha on May 14, 2012 23:32:10 GMT -5
The first thing he noted about the Hogwarts executioner that he was a very hearty laugh... it was almost a bit overbearing, especially when you took into consideration his occupation. Made him seem bit of a nutcase. Kinda silly that his laugh was scarier than his occupation but that's the kind of people that you meet at Hogwarts, Rad figured. The curious blond paid close attention to his story, his mouth opening in surprise when he found out that it was his past girlfriend who suffered the tragic death. But who cares that she died, Rad thought while he shrugged to himself, she's most likely a witch so she must know how to put herself back together. A bit insensitive but the thing was, he was really curious to discuss a different subject; girls. He could tell that the executioner was obviously older than him, but not that old... perhaps one or two years older than him. Which made Rad wonder if he was going to get a girlfriend that soon.
Girls seemed like too much trouble for Rad, at least right now for the moment. Since he never had any friends back at home, he wondered if other boys his age were chasing and thinking about girls. The only girls he really cared about were his mother and sister. Twitching his nose, he looked at the executioner with a rather serious look on his face. "So... wow... you've already manage to get yourself a girl..." He probably sounded a bit jealous with the way he said it. He examined the boy from head to toe and went onto his next question. "So, how did it all begin? How did you guys meet? Was she a pretty girl?" And with that he imitated the lyncher, as he kicked his feet up and started swinging back and forth. "Oh hey, this is kinda fun!!"
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Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 15, 2012 11:38:19 GMT -5
Out of all of the terrible, gruesome, somewhat morbid things that Damion had just said, for some reason, this kid had picked up on him having a girlfriend. Now, truth be told, Damion had never had a girlfriend before in his life. He was young, still, and while he flirted with girls and wouldn't be opposed to having his first kiss sometime soon, he understood that those kind of things take time. Besides, he didn't want to snog a girl who had snogged a million other guys. He didn't want to catch anything.
But, unfortunately, Damion had set this story up, so he felt like he had to keep going with it. After all, he couldn't let this kid down now, could he?
"Well... erm..." The Slytherin looked around the playground, not sure where to begin with the fake beginning of a fake relationship. Deciding to just go with it, he said, "Well, it began right here! On the playground! I met her here last year near the end of last year. Her name was..." Bloody hell. He needed a fake name. His blue eyes saw the merry-go-round. "Her name was Mary! YEAH! Mary! She was quite the looker, Mary was. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice figure." Damion winked at the boy, though he wasn't sure what constituted as "nice figure," just knew that it was desirable among older boys in his house. "But, you know, all things come to an end, right? Life goes on...well, not for her, obviously."
He chuckled as the kid began to swing. "How you never been on a swing before?" asked Damion, astonished. This kid definitely had to be a first year, then. The playground was one of the hippest places to be at Hogwarts, and if this kid hadn't been on the swings, well...he had to be new.
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Rad Atha
Hufflepuff
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I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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Post by Rad Atha on May 15, 2012 13:32:07 GMT -5
Ah, well this Mary character sounded like one of those models that were usually featured in his mother's favorite fashion magazine. His right eyebrow shot up in confusion when the frisky butcher listed one peculiar attribute that didn't exactly make sense to him at the time. "But what do you mean she had a nice figure?" That was news to him... apparently choosing a girlfriend is like choosing a broom; you have to pick the most efficient model if you want to look good. But, from what he had seen at Hogwarts, most girls his age had the same 'figure'... sure, what set them apart from the boys was these two really small balloons that they carried in their chest, but alas, he noticed it was something that grew over time, considering the older witches' balloons were a tad bigger. "Was the girl older than you then?" He was coming to the conclusion that choosing the right girl was a difficult task at this age. He was starting to be impressed with this kid; he really must've hit the jackpot!
"Oh... so this is called a 'swing'...?" An uneasy laugh escaped from the boy's lips after the lyncher's question. Would he ridicule him for living a sheltered childhood? "Y'see.. mum and dad are Aurors... and they get scared that their job might put me and sis in danger..." he started explaining with a timid smile. "So, we live in a place where have no neighbors and me and sis never really got out of the house unless we went to fancy restaurants with mum and dad. Most of the time we got to stay at home with our nanny..." He sighed in frustration; man he had really missed out on a lot. It looks like all the kids these days were having fun with these torture equipment.
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Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 15, 2012 21:39:33 GMT -5
"Oh, you know..."
What did Damion mean? Damion tried to think about the girls that his older friends in Slytherin seemed to lust after. What kind of "figure" did they have? He knew it was all about their bodies and stuff, but Damion hadn't reached the point in his boy life where he judged girls based purely on what they looked like... unless they were total mingers. Anyway, think, Damion, think... well... they all definitely had -
"Big boobs," he said matter-of-factly, after that really awkward pause. "You know, breasts. These. Right here." Damion put his hands up against his chest in the place where he figured his bazookas would be if he had any. "Mary, well, she was packing it... had a lot to offer in that area. And yeah, she was older than me... seventh year. Graduated last year, in fact. I have a way with women, what can I say?"
WHAT WAS HE EVEN SAYING?!? Was he even THINKING about ANYTHING that he said before he said it? Damion mentally slapped himself because he sounded insane. Oh well, take a breath, Damion, move on, this kid doesn't know anything so he won't suspect anything. Yes, good.
But he was a little less awkward when the kid proved that he actually didn't know much about, well, anything. "Yeah, erm, it's called a swing," Damion explained. "They're usually in the Muggle world, so I don't blame you for not knowing, especially if you're a first year. It took me a while to learn what they were, too, because I live with my mum, who is really pureblood, you know, and didn't expose me to a lot of stuff. But you get used to it. This place is pretty cool." He smiled at the kid, and for some reason, he felt like they were kind of... well... similar. "Sooo... your parents like to keep you cooped up, then? That must really stink... doesn't leave a lot of room to do much..."
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Rad Atha
Hufflepuff
First Year
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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Post by Rad Atha on May 15, 2012 23:52:47 GMT -5
Hah, figures... of course it'd be all about those balloons... which were called boobs. It was the first time Rad had heard the (im)proper name for them and he couldn't help but to laugh at its silly name. So, from what he had learned from Damian, society (or at least men) valued girls for their boob size. "To be completely honest with you, I've always wanted to squeeze them..." Rad confessed shamelessly right after the boy explained to him what they were. For some reason, they looked so inviting to him. He momentarily stopped swinging when the lyncher revealed that this Mary character had already graduated. He merely ceased just to count the difference; he was never good at math. "Three... Four... wait, she was five or six ot SEVEN years older than you?" Rad curled his lip when he realized how big the gap was. Frankly, he wasn't sure if he was suppose to be impressed or revolted. Seventeen was more like forty in Rad's world. He stared at the older fellow from head to toe once again; what IS it about this guy that's so special? Maybe it's the way he talks Rad deduced. He must have seduced Mary with his charming words. Rad HAD to admit, the boy had a way with words. He just oozed charisma. "Was Mary your first girlfriend?" Must have been the worst first girlfriend if he ended up chopping her head off.
"Ah, so the Muggles like to use these?" No wonder he had never seen them. My, the Muggles were dangerous folks... all of this equipment looked menacing to the innocent eleven year old. Who knows what type of deeds they did with these so called swings? "So how exactly do the Muggles kill people with this?" He figured that they most likely wrapped the victim's neck with the chains until they choked to death. But he just wanted to make sure he was right. A small smile appeared on his face when the lyncher revealed that he lived a sheltered childhood as well. He didn't felt so ashamed anymore. Rad nodded his head in agreement at the boy's last statement; "The only friend I had before coming here was my sister... but now I met you, Mr. Headchopper!" He had only been here for a few days but this was definitely his best day at Hogwarts thus far. He had learned about so many stuff, and the first person he acquainted was a bonafide murderer who killed his cheating big-breasted girlfriend.
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Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 16, 2012 13:08:54 GMT -5
Damion instantly burst into laughter at the kid's comment. "I think you're jumping a little ahead of yourself there, mate," he said, still chuckling. How old was this kid? Eleven? And he wanted to, uh, squeeze them? Damion wasn't even sure he was at that point yet... Is that what you were supposed to, anyway? He wanted to ask this kid what he knew about the subject, but he had already positioned himself as the all-knowing type of guy, and he didn't want to ruin that just yet.
As most people knew, math was not his strong suit. Actually, no class was his strong suit. Damion wasn't the brightest crayon in the box when it came to most things. "Erm... yeah... she was around... five years older, yeah." Wow. That was kind of creepy. But no matter. He couldn't blow his cover now! "No, she wasn't, actually. My first much older one, yeah, but I had had a couple before, you know, nothing too serious, but then Mary came along, and well... just wanted to chop off her head, I guess." He shrugged casually, as though head chopping was an everyday occurrence.
He was glad when the conversation switched back to the subject of swings. He didn't have to lie so much. "Yeah, Muggles do, indeed, use them," said Damion. "I learned all about it in my Muggle Studies class. I'm pretty sure they don't kill people with them, though," he added, confused as to why the kid would think that. "They're just use for, er... what's the word? Uh... Oh, right! They're just used for recreation." Damn, he was good.
"Sister, eh? How old is she?" Damion play-winked at the kid, like a, 'here's lookin' at you' sort of wink. "Just kidding, but I have to say I was in the same boat as you, kid, before I came to Hogwarts. Except I didn't have any friends. I don't have any brothers and sisters, so at least you have your sister, right? And yup, now you got me." He grinned, patting the kid on the back. "Oh, by the way, we never introduced ourselves! My name is Damion!" Damion extended his hand rather awkwardly around the chain of the swing so that the young child could give him a hearty handshake. YUP!
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Rad Atha
Hufflepuff
First Year
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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Post by Rad Atha on May 16, 2012 18:16:24 GMT -5
"How come?" Rad pouted in disappointment at Damion's words. If you weren't suppose to squeeze them, then what the heck do you do with them? Were they there just to look pretty? How useless!
If the gap really was that big then Rad's inquiring mind begged to know how their relationship even came to blossom. Place and name wouldn't suffice, Rad needed more details-with total disregard if the boy ever felt uncomfortable with his intrusive questioning. He would have to deal; if he wasn't up for it then he shouldn't have toyed with Rad's curiosity. "So... come on, be sincere, how did you manage to charm Mary?" Rad continued questioning, carrying an innocent smile on his face, the same smile that would always get him what he wanted back home. Man, he was good at this.
"Recreational murder?" He was perplexed. These things were really created for one's enjoyment? "I honestly thought all of this were used to torture people." It just made sense to him. These chains just looked so menacing to him. Or perhaps they had aged terrible and the rust had fooled Rad's naive mind into thinking these things were used for something else.
One of Rad's eyebrows shot up in surprise when Damion showed interest in his sister... ah wait, he was just playing. Rad was starting to think this fellow was a good-for-nothing womanizer. But he shrugged it off once Damion told him that he once was in the same boat... well actually, it sounded like he was actually ship-wrecked because the poor boy didn't have any siblings to play with! Rad grinned widely as he shook Damion's hand energetically; "I'm Rad. Rad At-- err, pleased to meet you." Maybe it was better if he didn't mention his surname just in case Damion was really interested in his sister... "How exactly old are you? And in what house are you in?"
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Post by Abaigeal Quinn on May 16, 2012 20:41:59 GMT -5
Abi had been exploring the grounds when she stumbled across the playground. She hadn't expected such a thing. Her brothers had never mentioned it, but then, they weren't interested in such things anymore. They were such old codgers. She hoped she never grew up. The hyper squeal that escaped her lips was not tampered in the least. She didn't even try to hid her excitement. In fact, she hadn't even noticed the other occupants at first. It wasn't until she rushed the swings that she realized that a couple were occupied. She didn't slow in the least, merely veered to the closest empty one. Plopping herself onto it, she immediately shoved herself to start. Her legs were pumping before she paid any attention to the two boys. Murder?!? Torture?!?!
What were they were talking about?She jerked herself roughly to a stop, losing her seat and ending up in a heap on the ground. She jumped up quickly, her normally bright eyes wide with confusion and a touch of fear. "Um, I didn't mean to interrupt," she stammered. The thought of running away was chasing itself around her mind, but she was afraid of what they would do if she turned her back. {{Sorry it sucks}}
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Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 16, 2012 20:59:52 GMT -5
"Well, uh... I think you need to be in a relationship with a girl first, and... old enough..." Damion was terrible at explaining himself and giving advice. Maybe it was because he was thirteen. Maybe it was because he was a total and utter prat. Either way, he probably shouldn't be trusted with anyone younger than him.
Charm her? Mary didn't even exist, how was he supposed to have charmed her? Damion, compulsive liar that he was, darted around for some fake story. "Well, I guess I charmed her with my... Quidditch skills." Yeah, Damion, that was great, keep going. "You see, I played for the Quidditch team last year, and I'd like to think I was rather good, and apparently she thought so, too, or else I wouldn't have, as you said, 'charmed' her. Also, I write poetry. But don't ask me to make one up on the spot," he added, knowing that this dumb little kid would probably do that, "because good poetry takes a good couple of hours to mull over and think about."
This kid had a feisty little imagination. Damion sort of missed when he could do stuff like that.... when he was seven. Now, he just lied a lot, apparently. "Nope, they're just used for fun, that's all. Definitely not torture devices... at least, not in this day and age." He flashed the kid a sneaky smile and raised his eyebrows up and down. "Rad, eh? Nice name... your parents must have been a little mental when they thought of that one, though." Low blow? Not even caring. "My name is Damion. Nice to meet you, kid." He allowed Rad to control the handshake, yanking his arm all around, pulling out of it only when he felt his shoulder begin to surely dislocate.
However, Damion just now noticed that there was another girl there with them. She was just swinging along without a care in the world, not even paying attention to the two boys near her. Though, a couple of moments later, she had toppled off of her swing. Damion nearly jumped up to help her get back to her feet, but when she did it herself, he remained sitting. Pfft, she had it covered. "It's all right, kid," Damion said to the girl. "Nice fall, by the way," he added, winking.
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Rad Atha
Hufflepuff
First Year
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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Post by Rad Atha on May 17, 2012 14:38:14 GMT -5
Rad totally understood that there needed to be a relationship for the boob squeezing to be acceptable... but the age factor, he wasn't entirely comprehending, especially if you took into consideration Damion and Mary's case here. Mary was definitely old enough but yet Damion was just a mere runt! "Um, so what kind of stuff did you do with her?" If it involved talking about unicorns and feelings then Rad saw no use in being in a relationship. Might as well stay as friends, no?
Now Rad was definitely impressed this time around; "So you play Quidditch..." The wizard community shared a strong passion for the sport and Rad was no different - the Atha family would always get together and watch the World Cup ever since Rad and Bern were 4. "I assume you're in the Quidditch team? What position then?"
Rad definitely felt silly when he finally realized the swing's purpose. I mean, really, since when do you play and have fun with something that's used for torturing humans? Well he figured there were people who were into that... just look at Damion, chopped off his ex's head just for shit and giggles. Rad gasped, shocked at Damion's comment. "What makes you think that?" Low blow indeed, Rad had always adored his name. It was unique, and of course, pretty rad in his opinion. "Damion's a boring name." Rad remarked with a certain snobbish tone in his voice, holding his head high, pretending that he hadn't been offended by Damion's unnecessary opinion.
And all of a sudden, PLOP!, something... well, actually, someone had fell on the ground. Rad blinked in surprise as saw a girl his age on the ground. Instead of asking if the girl was fine and whatnot Rad quickly protruded the girl with a more important question, "Where did YOU come from?" Hogwart's full of feaks... Rad thought while he eyed the girl, staring her as if she was an alien who was spying on them all this time.
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Damion King
Slytherin
Third Year
kung fu fighting on your roller skates.
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Post by Damion King on May 17, 2012 15:21:28 GMT -5
Damion went almost completely red in the face at Rad's next question. Okay, now this was going too far. "I will choose to exercise my right to remain silent and not disclose that information," he said, trying to look and sound as mature as possible. But just in case that didn't satisfy the little bugger, Damion added, "But I'll have you know we did some pretty important stuff. Maybe I'll tell you about it some other time... like when you're older." Hopefully the kid would be expelled by that time, though.
Now here was something Damion didn't mind talking about. Quidditch. He had been in love with the sport ever since he had rode a toy broomstick back when he was five-years-old (coincidentally enough, Damion's father had been the one to suggest buying it for him for a Christmas present). The Slytherin had asked to join the Quidditch team the first year he got to Hogwarts, and even sneaked into tryouts. However, he hadn't been that great, but everyone had to admit, his spunk was admirable. The next year, he got a spot as a reserve because he was so young, but he managed to play Chaser in a couple of games. Seeker was what he wanted, though... and he wasn't going to stop trying until he reached that coveted spot.
"Oh, Chaser," he responded, realizing that he had remained silent for an awkward amount of time. "I played Chaser. I want to play Seeker this year, though. Greatest sport in the world!"
Damion wasn't really insulted when Rad went on to insult his name. He knew that his name was a heck of a lot better than Rad's, so he wasn't really bothered. "Just kidding, kid, just kidding, your name is fine, I'm sure your parents were entirely in their right minds," he said. He was going to ruffle the kid's hair, but then thought that that actually might be weird... considering there was only about a two-year age difference, it seemed, and Damion wasn't much taller than him.
Was this kid in Slytherin? Because that's the only way he could get away with being a little bit of a twit. Despite that, Damion didn't say anything about the way that Rad was acting toward the Ravenclaw girl. Wasn't really his business, and it's not like he was here to teach the kid anything about manners. Besides, that girl was behaving rather oddly...
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