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Studying is overrated; Meissa Malfoy
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Topic Started: Dec 10 2010, 02:37 AM (211 Views)
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Kaleb Kesler
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Dec 10 2010, 02:37 AM
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Fourth Year
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Kaleb couldn't understand how Meissa spent so much time in the library. It felt stuffy, constricting and smelled like old people. Or maybe that was just how his nose perceived the books - he didn't care enough to make the distinction. All that mattered in this moment was that he was trapped in the library with an untouched Potions book in front of him. The only thing that made it tolerable was the fact that Meissa was sitting next to him. But unlike him, her nose was buried in a book - not literally, but for all intents and purposes, it might as well have been. He fidgeted beside her uneasily, flipping the book in front of him to a random page, but his mind wouldn't focus on the words written in front of him. Merlin, this was boring. He glanced at Meissa, her profile drawing a small smile to his lips. Her grey eyes were scanning the pages in front of her, white blonde hair framing her face nicely. It was still strange to perceieve her as anything but the same old Meissa he was used to, but ever since their strange walk back to the Raven Dorms after her fight with Evelyn, he'd simply accepted it. There was nothing wrong with finding her attractive, right? There were lots of girls he found attractive - granted, none of them quite like the white-blonde beside him. He let his gaze find the book in front of him, mind falling back to that night. He had almost kissed her. Wasn't that what he was going to do? Kaleb wasn't entirely sure what was different between them, but it was undeniable - at least to him. A small part of him wondered if she felt the change. Maybe it was all in his head. Groaning he pushed the book away and rested his head on the table.
A short moment passed before he turned his head so that he could look at his friend. "Mei..." he whined quietly. "We've been here for hours." Okay, that wasn't true at all. It had been a grand total of eighteen minutes. But he couldn't help it; being the library made him restless. Kaleb had never been one to study - he was intelligent enough to do just fine in most of his classes without too much effort. "Can we go have fun now?" he pleaded, lips curling into a small pout. "Maybe a quick trip to the quidditch pitch?" His tone lilted, a subtle bit of pleading in his voice. His eyes were sparkling with amusement, though and she knew him well enough to know he was only teasing. Well, mostly teasing. Kaleb sat up with another sigh, hand reaching for the writing instrument nearby. His fingers fiddled with the quill, doodling random shapes on the pachment that had two listed notes. Oh well, two was more than he was accustomed to. Small steps, right? He glanced back at Meissa lazily. "Please," he drawled out the world longer than necessary. "I'm getting old," he joked. His eyes slid to a nearby clock, groaning. Nineteen minutes. This was the longest trip to the library ever. "Not even Hermione Granger studied this much," he mumbled jokingly. Kaleb reached a hand for Meissa's shoulder, shaking her in long exaggerated movements. "Meissa, can we leave now?" He ignored the warm tightening in his chest when his hand touched her, eyes still shining with mirthful jest. This was how things were supposed to be. Nice and easy. No thoughts or concerns as to what he was hiding. Just because she knew didn't mean she needed to see it.
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Immature | Protective | Fragile | Fifteen | Taken
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Meissa Malfoy
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Dec 10 2010, 10:10 PM
Post #2
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Fourth Year
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ooc: .... Sorry
Meissa sat as still as possible, the only movement in her eyes as they shifted from word to word. Occasionally her hand moved to flip the page or jot a few notes on a piece of stray parchment. Soon after the actions the statuesque form returned. Silent hope washed through her that Kaleb took heed and let her lead by example. It was a lofty assumption to make, one that Meissa knew better than to bet on. The badger didn't quite share the same study habits, to put it nicely. When Meissa studied, she put everything into it. Her mind shut out distractions in lieu of striving for academic success. At least compartmentalization usually worked. Kaleb's presence admittedly made applying herself to the task a bit harder, it grayed the strict boundaries of her brain. Meissa wanted to chalk this disturbance up to his constant fidgeting or the whining glances his features formed frequently. There was more to it, even if she wasn't comfortable saying it out loud just yet her mind knew. Ever since the two fourth years shared a fateful string of awkward moments in the corridor, something in their shared dynamic had changed. Meissa was taking notice to Kaleb in ways she never had before. She found that her famous Malfoy glare melted easier at the sight of his smile or in the presence of his jokes. Even her rigid ideals bent to him, especially now that he had accompanied her to the library. The room filled with books was like a secret sanctuary in which Meissa preferred to worship alone. His presence meant more than he realized. Or did he realize? She couldn't tell and certainly wouldn't ask.
An exasperated whine ripped Meissa from the confines of her mind. "Mei...We've been here for hours." Meissa cast him a short sideways glance, the skepticism shining clearly. Had he been anybody else she would have charmed his mouth shut ten minutes ago. She sought to ignore his outburst, refusing to give the whining room to breathe. Clearly she noticed though, as the fluid movement of tapping her quill replaced the formerly motionless girl. God she needed to focus. This potions studying wasn't going to do itself and the young Malfoy had expectations to meet. Grey eyes narrowed and her ears sought to block out the sporadic movements dotting her peripheral vision. "Not even Hermione Granger studied this much," Meissa finally caved and turned completely away from her studies only to be met by Kaleb's hand. "Meissa, can we leave now?" She tilted her head and let her eyes search the ceiling for patience. "Kaleb..." It came surprisingly quick as the tone of his whines replayed on repeat. Meissa set her head back at eye level and cast him a hint of a smirk, clearly unable to stay peeved. "You're going to get in trouble. With Hallow, the librarian," a small hand reached to push the barely filled parchment closer to the edge of the table, "And me. I'd be most scared of me." The Raven proceeded to pick up Kaleb's discarded quill, shrugged his hand off of her shoulder, and stuck the quill in his unwilling palm. She froze for a few seconds, her hand clasped around his, all the while trying to place the strange sensation. Placing the feeling now as one similar to the one she'd experienced mid-hug, she reacted awkwardly, pulling her hand away. Hand holding in the library, could things get anymore weird? "So," Meissa shifted uneasily in her seat. "That's that. We're staying. You may as well make the best of it." An assertive, yet equally as awkward nod left no room for negotiation. "If you ask again I'll move." Or not. They both knew he would keep whining and they both knew she'd stay put anyways. He pushed her buttons, but he did so in a way she'd never experienced. It almost felt refreshing. Merlin help her make sense of this soon. Aiming to jump start this understanding, she cast her eyes back to her textbook. Still, something told her whatever was happening within her wasn't a feeling explained in her precious books. Talk about a first for everything.
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Kaleb Kesler
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Dec 11 2010, 01:02 PM
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Fourth Year
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Kaleb really hated studying. And it seemed Meissa wasn't particularly fond of his whining - her quill was tapping restlessly against the table in a very uncharacteristic display. He could tell she was trying to block him out, and if he had been any other person, he might have taken the hint and shut his mouth; Meissa wasn't one to push too far. But he was Kaleb. And Kaleb was all about pushing buttons - mainly because he could usually get away with it. He whined a bit more, going so far as to place a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. The minimal contact caused a pleasant tightening in his chest, and it took him a moment to pull himself back to the moment. THe subtle shifts in their relationship dynamics were strange, but not exactly horrible. There were things he was just more aware of now. Like how incredibly attractive she was - that thought crossed his mind more often than the others. The way her lips curled into a smirk when she was amused or trying hard not to be amused. And her nose. Kaleb wasn't sure what it was about it, but he found it to be her most endearing feature. And so his hand on her shoulder, while a bit awkward, felt almost uncomfortably right. Merlin, this whole ordeal was messing with his head. She turned to him and he grinned sheepishly at her as she spoke his name. Her obvious search for patience didn't make him feel much better but he gave her a look of exaggerated innocence when her gaze finally landed on him again. "You're going to get in trouble." Kaleb blinked at her, a bit of amusement in his eyes as his smile widened a bit. The smirk on her face was enough to indicate that she wasn't genuinely upset with him. His head tilted as she continued with her listing. "With Hallow, the librarian." She reached over to push his parchment back in front of him to which he frowned dimly at before meeting her eyes. "And me. I'd be most scared of me."
Kaleb raised an eyebrow at her, clearly amused. "Scared of you?" he teased lightly, "You're as harmless as a kitten." His eyes were bright with mirth and it was more that evident that he was only joking. Maybe in a physical fight, she'd be at a slight disadvantage - in fact, the idea of her fighting anyone made his stomach clench unpleasantly - but when it came to magic, Kaleb knew she could hold her own and then some. That being said, he didn't feel like he'd ever be on the opposite end of her wand. Before he could make another comment, she had grasped his quill and shrugged his hand off, forcing it into his hold. Her fingers lingered around his grip for the shortest of moments and he swallowed thickly. Any other person would have earned a joke about holding hands from him, but this wasn't just any other person. It was Meissa. And the idea of joking about something like that made him a bit uneasy. It was like the surprising embrace she had offered him - how it had been awkward. Or rather, how it should have been awkward and in retrospect felt almost...nice. He could feel the warmth threatening to flood his cheeks and was relieved when she was speaking again. "So. That's that. We're staying. You may as well make the best of it." Her tone was so matter of fact, Kaleb groaned. "But Mei." He drawled her name out a few beats before she spoke again. "If you ask again I'll move." Kaleb's eyes widened in mock disbelief before a gentle pout tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You...you'd leave me all alone?" he asked her, voice feigning hurt. "In this cruel, cruel place they call the library?" He sighed heavily before waving his quill in front of her teasingly. "And I thought we were friends." The words felt awkward and sounded awkward - at least to his ears. They were friends, right? He cleared his throat, seeking an outlet for the uncomfortable restlessness he felt. His eyes lit up suddenly, already pushing the awkwardness away as he leaned forward, looking intently at Meissa's face. "Ya know," he said slowly, "you would look really good with a mustache." His tone was almost thoughtful as his head tilted jokingly to the side, quill held loosely in his hands. "I think we should experiment." There was no mistaking the bright-eyed expression on his face, the grin wide. Of course he was only stalling - he didn't actually expect her to let him doodle on her pretty face, but anything was better than studying.
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Immature | Protective | Fragile | Fifteen | Taken
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Meissa Malfoy
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Dec 13 2010, 02:15 AM
Post #4
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Fourth Year
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Tap. Tap tap. The inconsistent sounds of her quill meeting the table top practically plagued Meissa's mind, right alongside Kaleb's childlike shuffling. She knew early on in their friendship that he didn't place his academic success on the same high pedestal as she herself preferred. Which is why, excluding this trip, the pair had avoided shared study sessions. But, just as many other things had recently shifted, so had her firm disbelief in study partners. It was an inexplicable allowance. And, honestly, Kaleb's innocent disruptions were not too far off par from where Meissa expected them to be. On an average day, or rather with an average person, these things would have bothered her immensely. Kaleb got away with what others failed to. Take his hand on her shoulder. His touch caused a palmed shape hot spot. It felt...nice. Or maybe weird. Nicely weird, was that the happy median she sought to help explain the unexplainable? Not allowing her mind to linger any further in unfamiliar waters, she turned her sole attention to Kaleb's complete disregard for the library, going as far as to shove his hopelessly barren notes closer. Maybe the proximity would remind him why they came. Quickly, the action was followed up by an empty threat. "Scared of you?" Meissa nodded in assurance. "You're as harmless as a kitten." She shot him a quick frown, one that looked out of place given the smile in her eyes. They both had been there to witness what happened when the white haired girl let that very kitten out of its cage. It was far from a pretty spectacle, far from the level headed attitude she sought to emulate. With the smallest of smiles, she didn't want to encourage his pouting too much, she retorted, "Believe it or not, I don't get that often. I think it's my demanding stature that throws people for a loop." The words sounded surprisingly genuine, though the falsities made the statement easily dismissible.
Trying to overplay the physical dominance, she scooped Kaleb's quill up and placed it in his hand. The heat of the two compressed palms wasn't as easily cast aside as her earlier words. What had been intended to be a silent insistence worked out to appear rather intimate, the gesture screaming loudly. Instead of immediately repelling her hand, it held its own. The quidditch pitch, the train, the corridor, and now, all of the times spent together they slowly chipped away at Meissa's stern no touching rule. When she did pull away, it was worry that accompanied her mind, not the typical outright aversion to an invasion of her personal bubble. Hoping to leave the slipup in the dust, she pushed the conversation forward, knowing if he felt the same awkwardness brewing Kaleb would follow suit. "But Mei." Nearly white locks flopped around as her head shook, one that let him know further whines were not going to work on her. He wasn't getting out of the library that easily. "You...you'd leave me all alone? In this cruel, cruel place they call the library?" Features morphing into a scoff, she wordlessly showed her disbelief. He really needed to get over his fear of all things textbooks. Like following the tick of a clock, Meissa's eyes traced the trail of his quill. "And I thought we were friends." Friends. The word hung like a deadweight in the suddenly stiffened air. Of course they were friends, very close ones. He was unlike any other friend she ever had. Friends, yes. "The library is only cruel to you because you refuse to visit often. And, well, it's not like I keep you around as a study aid," she said as a proud smirk overtook her lips. Awkwardness defused? Kaleb all of a sudden drew closer, curious intent written in his eyes. She debated jolting backwards, reinvesting her interest within the binding of her books. They certainly didn't need another almost kissing fiasco. That would be a sacrilege on this Raven's sacred grounds. "Ya know, you would look really good with a mustache." "Come again?" She offered her inquiry only a breath after Kaleb offered his observation. Something told her she would regret forcing that quill into his hand. "I think we should experiment." The grey of her eyes grew in understanding while her eyebrow rose in accompaniment. "Kaleb." His name came wrapped in warning. "Let's think about the repercussions before you pull a Picasso on my face." The threat wasn't cruel by any means. It was much more a dare, one he certainly wouldn't follow up on. With a lowered gaze, Meissa watched for any inclination of movement.
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Kaleb Kesler
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Dec 13 2010, 02:36 PM
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Fourth Year
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"Believe it or not, I don't get that often. I think it's my demanding stature that throws people for a loop." Kaleb laughed at the seriousness in her voice before shaking his head at her. The images of her fight with Evelyn were still fresh in his mind, and while he was fairly certain it would have had a different outcome had wands been drawn, he could deny the tightening in his chest at the idea of her getting involved with any sort of confrontation that could put her in danger. He was protective of all his friends thought, so that wasn't all that strange, right? Now wasn't the time to dwell on it - afterall, she was already trying to get him to study again. One last protesting whine was sent in her direction, almost positive that it wasn't going to work. What a surprise. Meissa shook her head at him and he frowned childishly at her, feigning hurt at the idea of her leaving to sit somewhere else. It was fairly understood that she wasn't actually going to switch tables. A scoff of disbelief painted her pretty features and his grin tugged a bit crookedly to one side. The word friends - even spoken so flippantly - was a bit uncomfortable. They were friends. Just friends. Just...the fact that there was even a need to put the qualifier in front of 'friends' made him a bit uneasy. His mind refused to let go of that evening in the corridor. The warm smell of vanilla, the softness in the hues of grey that colored her eyes. It was all disturbingly vivid and he wasn't enitrely sure why, but his imagination kept trying to fill in the gaps that they had left. What would have happened if he had moved forward that last inch or so? Would she have shoved him away? Smacked him? Merlin...kissed him in return? He couldn't think about it, mainly because he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
Her voice jerked him back to reality and he swallowed thickly, hoping the blush he felt in his mind was purely that and didn't touch his face. "The library is only cruel to you because you refuse to visit often." He slid easily back into the moment and rolled his eyes. "No, I don't come because it's cruel. You got it backwards," he moaned, the exaggeration compromising the words. "And, well, it's not like I keep you around as a study aid," she teased him. A smirk tugged at her lips and he couldn't help but smile at her. "What are you talking about?" he said in mock disbelief. "I am an excellent study partner - who else would be trying to save you from it's evil hold? You've obviously been brain washed. I'm only trying to save you from yourself." Another tease, painfully obvious as his eyes danced merrily in amusement. But soon he had found another potential form of entertainment, and he was trying to picture her with a mustache on her face. "Come again?" His eyes never left her face, tracing the features he was quickly realizing were more striking than he had ever noticed until recently. No. He simply couldn't picture it. Experimentation was the only way he would know for sure what she would look like. "Kaleb." A warning. He knew that, but for some reason that only made his smile widen - this was familiar. This light teasing back and forth, him doing things that she scolded him for in an unconvincing manner. "Let's think about the repercussions before you pull a Picasso on my face." But Kaleb was only partially listening, his hand reaching to cup the side of her face, fingers catching some of the stray pieces of hair and pushing them to the side. "Where's your sense of adventure?" There was still a light tease as he inched closer, but Kaleb was oblivious to how close he was getting, much too focused on his new canvas. He lifted his quill dramatically, fresh ink a silent warning of what was about to happen before he drew the tip lightly just beneath her nose, a thin line serving to feed his strange new curiosity before he mirrored it on the opposite side. His smile widened before he lifted his gaze to hers. "There - you look..." his voice trailed off awkwardly, suddenly aware of how close they were before swallowing thickly, "fantastic." It was hard to say what he was referring to before his eyes shifted back down to the newly drawn mustache, his smile a bit uneasy now. "I should be an artist," he said faintly, involuntarily glancing to her lips. Oh good Merlin, what was he doing? Was he flirting with her? Oh, he had teased her before - he teased everyone - but something about this felt different. Everything with Meissa was feeling different these days. His stomach clenched, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable, but his body refused to move. He was close enough to feel her breath, but surprisingly enough, he felt nothing - was she holding her breath or was he just so completely withdrawn into his mind he couldn't feel it. Good Merlin, what the hell was he doing?
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Meissa Malfoy
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Dec 14 2010, 09:49 PM
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Fourth Year
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"No, I don't come because it's cruel. You got it backwards," Meissa shot Kaleb another highly skeptical face, though her eyes hinted at slight amusement. People who didn't like studying searched for many outlets in which to place blame. Some put it on the professors, the material, their stress levels from other courses; the lists were endless. Hearing Kaleb bad mouth the library was a new experience all together. The way he described the room full of books made it sound like the inanimate objects had specifically rose up one day with the intention of hurting him. Well, perhaps some of them had, a few handfuls of magical writings had a mind of their own. This all was besides the point. Kaleb had agreed to come to the library as a study partner, which though he may hate how it sounded, involved actual studying. Pen to paper, eyes to books. Silencing a small sigh, Meissa found the footing for her words. "We'll have to wean you off of that ideal if you intend to pass your final exams," her head lent a small nod to the conversation. Meissa bit back the questioning thoughts brewing on her tongue, this was not the time or place to think aloud. Not when the unspoken was about her present company. She had just spoken to Kaleb, referring to them as a we. We. Friends. Idle words that meant one thing in the dictionary sounded so differently when spoken from these two young fourth years' lips. But, we was nothing more than a word. A pronoun, nothing more or less. Sidling past another awkward word jumble, she teased Kaleb further about his study habits. The pair's similarities on the issue rivaled the one between fire and ice. "What are you talking about? I am an excellent study partner - who else would be trying to save you from it's evil hold? You've obviously been brain washed. I'm only trying to save you from yourself."
Dawning her most disapproving gaze that her mind would allow in the face of Kaleb's smile, she spoke, "You always find a way to save me. This must be your most valiant escapade yet." Mock disapproval dissolved into barely upturned lips. The words were light in and of themselves and yet the undertones were hardly mistakable. Meissa was a picture of independence. She lived it, breathed it, and thrived in it. This disregard for others occasionally placed her within the grasps of trouble, the train, the fight. Trouble brewed around those who let it. Kaleb, though it had taken her until recently to piece together, had a way of finding her in hours of need. Pursing her lips tightly, the thoughts were placed back in the darkness of her mind. Compartments. Those sorts of thoughts didn't belong in the midst of studying. Did they belong at all? As if reawakening to the world, Meissa caught wind of Kaleb's intentions. Her eyes and lips formed distinct warnings against the badger and his quill's intentions. "Where's your sense of adventure?" Meissa scowled but not for a moment did her eyes leave the artist's tool. "That's not funny, Kaleb." Her life was an adventure, the arms of who she had been born into made sure of that fact. At this very moment though that sense was slumbering, unwilling to be awakened by ink to the face. All too suddenly, his closeness struck her, his hand, his breath. The young Malfoy tore her eyes from the quill, closing them in a lingering blink. Her company jumped on the opportunity and purposefully decorated the girl's overly pale skin in a deep, contrasting, black ink. "There - you look...fantastic." An obviously forced glare stormed into Meissa's eyes. "I should be an artist," "Oh yes, one whose work only exists in the most famous museums," the dry sense of humor filled the air. If he could play the card of proximity, so could she. In her peripheral vision, she took notice of her own fingers tipping over the ink bed. Ignoring the black spilling everywhere, she quickly swiped her finger in the pooling blackness before taking a second swipe above his lips.
"Now I'm officially an artist too." Easy. That's how he was getting out of this. Easily. The only question was why, and that one came without an easy answer. Any other person would have earned a hex to the face. Since she had reestablished the closeness with her own artistry, grey on blue formed a powerful bond, one that couldn't be denied. Meissa remained close for a few more minutes, taking the freely given opportunity to breathe him in. Then, without further warning, Meissa stood up, completely unaware of where the comfort of closeness came from. Wand slipping out of its holster, she cast a quick spell to clean the spilled ink up. She needn't problems with the old librarian, hag or not. The motion too piled the books neatly into Meissa's awaiting shoulder bag. "You win," she said, eyes still focused on the tidying up process. When she did turn, her lips were drawn in a small smile. Kaleb was lucky that like a puppy, he was impossible to be mad at for more than a few seconds. "Let's go. I'll show you another thing I am better than you at." Tugging at his shirt, she helped to pull him upwards. They had tried her schooling, now it was time for his sort. The quidditch pitch. Pushing her own backpack into his hands, she strode out of the library, Kaleb closely behind.
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