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Post by Ana White on Nov 2, 2008 16:48:19 GMT -5
Well, the Common Room was dismal as she had expected, but Ana had not expected their sofas to be so damn comfy. She was currently sprawled out on one, legs crossed in a ladylike fashion, her hands behind her head. However, as plush as her seating arrangement was, it could do nothing to fix her clothes. They had to be the most restricting things she'd ever worn other than that silly bridesmaid's dress she'd had to wear for her father's aunt back in the States.
But what was pathetic about even that, was she hadn't picked out her new wardrobe herself. Ana had about the fashion sense of a twelve-year-old country boy. James had actually had to go with her, and do much of the purchasing on the Auror Department's limitless cash supply for her needs. He'd done his best to pick out things she could easily match together, but Ana was still having issues. So she'd gone with simple, her bright hair pulled back into a curly ponytail.
She was waiting on whoever had been assigned to her as a guide - poor kid. If she could get along halfway decently with them, perhaps she'd strike gold and they would let something slip about the mysterious group that the Aurors suspected to be inside the Hogwarts Slytherin House. Well, that was best case scenario. She just hoped she could rein in her personality to get along with the freaks.
One leg slipped off the edge of the sofa to swing casually in the air, the heel of her boot lightly brushing the ground each time.
I wonder what James is up to?
He was probably starving. The one remotely feminine thing Ana could do well was cook. Hand her the proper ingredients and she'd whip out a delicious, fattening, Southern-fried meal. The best James could do was cereal. Toast on a good day. Actually, she rather missed the cooking she'd done for herself the past four years. Somehow, it made her feel independent. And there was nothing more gratifying than cooking Southern food for English people. It made her laugh every time. Her partner had grown accustomed to it, but many of them gave her the same face she gave them when they handed her hot tea. In essence - what the hell were your people thinking when this became tradition?
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Post by Jonathan Macnair on Nov 5, 2008 3:20:14 GMT -5
Jonathan Macnair was not the kind of person to willingly show a new student around no matter how good-looking they might possibly be. This, of course, had been punishment from the school nurse. Yes, it sounded weird, but he'd gone and pushed Alec Dolohov in the face. Alec had gone to Miss Vaisey and told her what happened in his smooth way. Miss Vaisey had come up with the perfect punishment; showing a new student the ropes. Jonathan didn't want to do it even now, but he supposed it was better than detention. And he'd seen her around. She was easy on the eyes and that was always good. Other than that, he didn't know too much about her and honestly, he didn't really care.
Coming from his dormitory, he spotted her on the couch and raised his eyebrows. She looked utterly thrilled, he thought, but deigned to make a comment until he was in her line of sight. He didn't fancy frightening her. He knew he didn't like being snuck up on; Shane, of course, would do it anyway, but he wasn't Shane, thank Merlin.
"It's Ana, isn't it?" he said by way of greeting, forcing himself to sound a little like this wasn't utter torture. "I'm Jonathan. You can call me Jon if you prefer. I'm not fussy. I'm supposed to show you around."
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Post by Ana White on Nov 12, 2008 20:14:09 GMT -5
Ana heard the footsteps, but was halfway to dozing before realizing it was her guide. Taking a sweeping glance at the positively enthusiastic boy, she lifted an eyebrow.
"So I've heard." She swung her legs over the side and onto the floor, standing to hold a hand politely out. "No need to act like you're having the time of your life, you know." If these were normal circumstances, the Auror would have said that very playfully, possibly partnered with a wink.
But she was Ana White, now. Not Parris. And she had to be that person, or fail on her recon mission. So instead, it was completely deadpan with a lace of sarcasm. Still, the joking nature in her came out, and the side of her mouth quirked slightly in an involuntary smile. Ana had always been one to try and make people feel comfortable with her, not being insulting generally falling into that category. It was hard to switch that mannerism off, no matter the acting skills. She could only hope he didn't notice, and that the sarcasm stuck instead of the escapee smile.
"Well, Jon," again with the teasing. Really, she needed to get in control of that.
"I believe you owe me a tour, the voluntary part in question, but a tour nonetheless."
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Post by Jonathan Macnair on Nov 28, 2008 2:27:52 GMT -5
Jonathan got the feeling that there was two sides of this girl, but then again, that was the Slytherin way. There were always two faces to a Slytherin; one was the public while the other was mostly private, reserved for close friends and family, even then the public one would rear its ugly head. At least, in his case, that is.
"I'm not certain owe is the correct word." he said, letting his eyes sweep over her. "But I'll give it to you nonetheless. Let's go with your preferences first, though, shall we? That way I won't have to bore you with unnecessary drivel."
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Post by Ana White on Nov 28, 2008 17:33:31 GMT -5
So he was that type. Ana felt the sweep from sheer instincts - that same feeling you get when someone's staring at you from across the street. But she also had the certain feeling it was more than appreciative of her looks. This kid was analytical, just like her. He was analyzing, picking up on body language. Kudos to the Slytherin. The true one, that is.
Well, at least they were as smart as she had bargained for. Putting all of her weight on one heel, her eyebrow delicately -it took effort not to make it insultingly sardonic- rose.
"Well, seeing as I have just arrived and don't quite have a set of preferences yet; how about we start with your favorite places?"
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