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Post by imogen on May 8, 2012 6:34:27 GMT -5
Imogen was walking the corridors patrolling, it was late, long after curfew, but she knew that wouldn't deter half of the Hogwarts students. Imogen had already assigned two detentions and docked house points from Hufflepuff. She didn't understand this obsession with getting off together in the school corridors. Surely it would be better to make out in the common room. But it didn't matter to her, she just assigned detentions, docked house points and threatened to report them to their head of house. Honestly Immy was bored. She didn't really want to patrol, she acted like she did, she was head girl, if a prefect needed the night off, had a test the next day or an essay due, generally she would offer to take their shift. She didn't want peoples grades to suffer. That was never an issue for her, the second she got an assignment she was on it. It was always done long before students even considered it. That was just her. Immy wasn't wearing her uniform, it was late, she wasn't going to put it back on just to patrol, she was great uniform wearing rule had been banned a few years back. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, honestly it probably wasn't the most respectable outfit for the head girl to be wearing. She knew that her shorts were maybe a little short, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She rounded the corner of the sixth floor, her mind absent, working out what she was going to do on the essay that was waiting for her in her dorm, when she slammed straight into a strong male chest. "Oh god, I am so sorry!" She said quickly before looking up and seeing who it was. Great. Him. "Oh, it's you." outfir
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 8, 2012 15:43:41 GMT -5
Chase was annoyed. He had wanted to work on a potions essay but some other prefect had needed to work on something due the next day, his wasn't due for another two weeks. He had put on his winning smile and immediately agreed when the teacher had asked him and turned and grumbled to himself once they'd left. He couldn't be bothered being out late. Patrol got extremely boring sometimes, especially since it was usually the same idiots he busted. Couples making out or people trying to sneak into the kitchens to get a snack. He sometimes found people in the towers but he usually left those places alone, people up there needed to think so he left them to.
He put grey sweat pants and a white v-neck t-shirt and started walking the halls. He started just before curfew so people were rushing to get back to their common rooms. They eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he would dock their points and ready to call him out about it not being curfew yet. He just eyed them back until they caved under his look. He knew the older students were glaring at him, not liking him at all. He didn't care, he wasn't here to be liked.
An hour past and the corridors were dead. He had passed one teacher but that was it. He was on the sixth floor and rounded a corner when someone walked into him. He took a step back to steady himself and out of instinct his arms shot forward to stop the other person from losing their balance. He dropped his arms immediately as he recognized the voice and a scowl appeared on his face. She obviously recognized him too with her next comment.
"Loving seeing you too Imagen." Saying her name wrong on purpose hoping it would piss her off.
Imogen was the head girl and usually something blossomed between head boy and girl, they had to spend a lot of time together but Chase found himself disliking the girl. It was more than his usual dislike for people as well. She was top of their year and that annoyed him to no end because he was second. He wanted to beat her and he tried but he never seemed to get past her on the rankings.
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Post by imogen on May 12, 2012 7:56:18 GMT -5
Imogen could tell the second that she noticed the boys face and recognised who he was that this was not going to be a fun encounter. She hated the Head Boy, somewhat. His smug arrogant manner, he just thought he was soooo much better than everyone else. Well he wasn't better than her. She was Head Girl and, she smugly thought, she was top of the year academically, not him. His hands had shot out to steady her after she walked into his chest. Imogen ignored the warmth of his hands that made her want to shiver and pulled away from him, scowling at that boy.
She glowered at the boy and his scowl when her mispronounced her name. "It's Im - oh - gen, not Im- ah - gen, you simpleton." Imogen hissed at the boy before her, she hated him. She knew that he knew how to pronounce her name properly, he was just trying to annoy her like the berk that he was. Oh she could smack his smug face. She hated him, him and his stupid curly hair. Everyone loved it, what was there to love about such a birds next? Immy most certainly did not know.
Imogen glared at the boy before her, as she subtly tried to pull her shorts down making them appear to be longer than they actually were. "What are you even doing out here? You're not on patrol schedule tonight." She said snippily. She knew this meant nothing, she wasn't on the patrol schedule either, they were probably both out for the same reason. Other people had bailed.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 13, 2012 3:24:47 GMT -5
Chase chuckled as she pronounced her name for him, insulting him while she did it. He knew how to pronounce her name, he wasn't an idiot. She knew he knew how to pronounce her name. He also knew that his amusement would annoy her more. He loved annoying her, having her glare at him made him feel better about the fact she was first and he was second. It was his personal pay back. He deserved to be top student, not her. He couldn't keep the arrogant smirk off his face at her glare, it was hilarious to him.
"Really Imagen? I didn't know that." He said, not changing how he said her name.
He then noticed the subtle movement she made as she tried to pull her shorts further down. He cocked an eyebrow, realising how little she was actually dressed in. He let himself check her out slowly and obviously before making a slight disgusted face. He had to hold back his smirk knowing that that should piss her off a lot. She obviously was feeling very self conscious. Then she snapped at him about being on duty. He had to scoff at that.
"I didn't see your name on the list either Imagen. What are you going to do? Dock my house points?" He asked in a mocking voice. "Hufflepuff bailed, I'm being the good head boy I am and helping them out." He explained slowly as if she was stupid.
He smirked again, expecting insults, a slap or even for her to storm off. Of course he would dodge her hand if she tried to slap him and if she walked off he would yell something about her ass. He had to hold back a chuckle, this was a lot more fun than he thought it would be.
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Post by imogen on May 15, 2012 7:21:43 GMT -5
He was far too amused by irritating her. He was an imbecile, she couldn't stand him and his arrogant face! Why did he have to keep smirking? He was making Imogen feel uncomfortable. His next move made her feel even more uncomfortable. He looked her up and down, eyeing her like she was one of his pathetic little sluts. She wished that she had been wearing more clothes. Then he looked disgusted! What the hell was that? Did she really look that bad? Oh my god, she was hideous wasn't she? Oh god, she was, wasn't she?
Why did she ever think that shorts were a good idea? Her legs probably looked hideously fat in them. Why did she ever think that they were a good idea? Why did he have to do that? Now she was going to feel insecure and wear baggy jumpers and jeans for a week.
"I'm covering for the fifth year Ravenclaw, she has an essay due." She snapped at him. "And maybe I will, there's not much you could do about it, is there?" She glared at the boy, wanting to smack the smug look off of his face. He was talking to her like she was an idiot! Why? She was smart! She was top of the year, which was more than he could say! "Don't talk to me like I'm a simple first year!" She snapped at him turning around to walk away. "Go back to patrolling, Chase." She started to storm off in the opposite direction.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 15, 2012 15:59:20 GMT -5
Chase could see the insecurity in Imogen's face and he finally smirked. Job well done. He had been faking of course, Imogen was hot. Whether she knew it or not. She was definitely one of the hottest girls in the year. He heard guys talking about her constantly which was fucking annoying. She wouldn't tell her that obviously. When she snapped about docking his points he merely chuckled. She couldn't even if she tried, he was covering for a prefect which meant he was meant to be here.
He laughed as she stormed off and demanded he get back to patrolling. In stead he followed after here. He didn't try to hide that he was following either. He just walked behind her casually as if it was normal. He knew it would make hr even more angry. Oh she was just too easy to wind up. He continued to follow her until he heard voices coming from a closet room. He stopped and studied the door, waiting to see if he was right. When he heard them again he grinned and banged on the door.
"I'd come out if I were you." He said in a stern voice, all thoughts of annoying Imogen gone.
He watched as two hufflepuffs tumbled out and he could smell the alcohol on them. He raised an eyebrow, he didn't realise hufflepuffs had the guts to do something like this. He grabbed the bottle from the one holding it.
"10 points of hufflepuff each." He snapped, trying not to show his amusement. He really wanted to congratulate them but he knew he couldn't.
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Post by imogen on May 17, 2012 11:29:11 GMT -5
Chase looked triumphant as Imogen fretted over how she looked. She didn't know how he knew that she was internally degrading herself, but he did. He could read her like a book. Ass hole. She really did hate him. She could hear him laughing at her as she walked away from him. He was impossible! Why on earth did the head mistress think it was ever a good idea to have him of all people as head boy?! She could hear him following her but was choosing to ignore him. He was so not worth her effort.
Imogen was busy trying to ignore him and get on with patrolling when she stopped suddenly, she could hear people and the clinking of bottles. She opened her mouth to say something when Chase beat her to the punch, his serious voice shocking her a little. They never really did Head things together apart from the prefect schedule, and he was always joking with the Gryffindors at that. "I could have said something." Imogen hissed at Chase quietly so as the students, who stumbled out of the door.
She shook her head as she noticed that the two kids, fifth years presumably, reeked of alcohol, honestly it wasn't something she had expected from Hufflepuffs. Syltherins and Gryffindors, all the time. Occasionally a Ravenclaw but never before a Hufflepuff. She watched as Chase told the kids off and sent them on their way, not before taking the bottle off of them. "If we catch you like this again we will have no choice but to assign you detention and report you to your head of house." She told them sternly. She could see the amusement in Chase's eyes at this situation, he was a shameful head really. "Now on your way. And if I hear from any others on patrol that you didn't go straight back to your dorm then this will be reported." Imogen told them her voice firm, watching as the kids walked away. She turned and rolled her eyes at Chase over the two kids actions, not really sure why she made this friendly gesture.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 23, 2012 6:02:53 GMT -5
Chase was glad he had beaten Imogen to the punch, it was yet another thing that would annoy her. He only had a few seconds to smirk when she hissed at him. He then let her do the stern stuff knowing if he talked too much he would probably end up congratulating the puffs for doing something that wasn't boring or pathetic. He watched as they stumbled off before turning to Imogen, surprised when she rolled her eyes, that was almost like they were joking together, weird.
"Well Imagen, I'm off to the prefects lounge to have a quiet drink. You may join me if you wish but I doubt it, you're way too much of a tight ass for that." He said with a smirk before turning and walking away.
He was secretly hoping to get the girl drunk, he was hoping his insult would be enough to make her want to prove him wrong. He didn't want to get drunk with her on a friendly basis though, he just wanted one up on her. No doubt she would probably feel guilty and terrible afterwards and he would be able to rub it in her face for the rest of the year.
He walked to the Prefects Lounge and opened the door. It was empty as expected but the fire lit as soon as he entered. He smiled and walked over to the kitchen area where he got out two glasses and poured drink into both.
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Post by imogen on May 23, 2012 7:55:46 GMT -5
Imogen was annoyed at the proud little smirk on Chase's face when he managed to beat her to saying something to the kids. She was just glad that she managed to get the last word it. He wasn't the only one who could scold. Imogen wasn't sure what to say when Chase told her he was going to the prefects lounge for a drink, and offered her to go with. The first thing that popped into her head was that it had been far too long since she had actually had a drink. School generally did that to you, irritating as that was.
When he called her a tight ass her mind was made up. She was legally old enough to drink. It may have been against school rules but that had never stopped her and the girls having the odd drink together before. Chase really did underestimate her. "I am not a tight ass." Imogen snapped following him into the prefects lounge. "And don't call me Imagen, Wiggins, if you can't pronounce my name right, don't say it at all." She said, picking up one of the glasses which he had poured.
Wow, this was the strong stuff, no wonder those two kids had been so drunk. Imogen relaxed back into the chair she was sitting in and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol burning down her throat and into her stomach, a warm feeling settling there. "It has been far too long since I last had a drink." She said conversationally, taking another gulp, probably a bigger one than she needed to, but she loved the taste.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 24, 2012 1:19:10 GMT -5
Chase chuckled to himself as the head girl followed him and complained the entire way. She was so easy to wind up and even though she had most likely guessed what he was doing, it wasn't hard. When she grabbed one of the drinks he too grabbed one and turned to lean against the bench as she went and sat down. Her next comment surprised him, he hadn't picked her for a drinker. Not that it was a bad thing. It meant his plan probably wouldn't work but who knows what she might say or do while drunk.
He took a sip of his drink, he didn't drink often and he knew he had to be careful. If he drunk too much he would loosen up, it was a weakness of his. He would become nicer and that wasn't really something he wanted to do with the head girl. He took another sip, letting a silence settle around them before he pushed off the bench and walked forward. He sat down in the chair opposite her and studied her.
"Same." He finally replied though he was lying.
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Post by imogen on May 30, 2012 5:29:28 GMT -5
Imogen was completely relaxed on the chair, she was now on her third glass of whatever that fine tasting drink was and she loved it. Her head was blissfully fuzzy and her mind no longer racing with problems or possible outcomes of the situation she was in. It was lovely really. Chase was right, she was such a tight ass, why did she even care about the rules? What was the point in rules? Well, that was a silly question, even drunk she knew the point to rules, but still. She thought that she was setting far too much store by the rules.
"You know," She started talking to Chase, pouring herself and him another glass of the burning liquid. "You're right about me. I am too much of a boring tight ass." She told him, she was at the level of drunk where she seemed to think that it was okay to tell your very deepest insecurities to a boy who the next day was no doubt going to mock her and tease her for them. He did love to make her life hell after all. Tomorrow she was going to regret this. "It's annoying really, I blame growing up, there was far too much store set by the rules in my house." She told him, taking a large glug of her drink before wiping her mouth. "How do you do it?" She asked, genuinely interested. "I mean your grades are beaten only by mine, you made head boy, and you still have fun and break rules. How?" She asked him.
She didn't know why she felt like it was okay for her to talk to him about these things, Merlin only knew how he was going to react to her little speech and questions aimed at him.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 30, 2012 5:51:51 GMT -5
Chase watched as Imogen happily drunk. He was surprised at how fast she was downing on her drinks. He had only finished his first when she finished her second. The problem was he was a light-weight, no doubt about it. He could already feel a distant buzz though he was nothing on the fuzzy Imogen. He watched as she poured two more drinks, he guessed one was for him. It was when she started talking that his eyes widened. She was agreeing with him? That was... completely unexpected.
He took the drunk and instead of sipping it, downed the entire glass in one. If this shit was getting deep he was going to need to be drunk. Why he had suddenly gone from joking around to serious he had no idea but he couldn't think of a wise crack now if he tried. He immediately felt the drink hit him and his mind went blank for a second. He was pulled out of it by Imogen's words. She had obviously been talking but he'd missed it. He only picked up her questions.
How did he do it? How did he keep his amazing grades up and have fun? The fact his grades were behind hers was an indication that her lack of fun did benefit her. He had to think about it, he didn't really have that much fun. A party every now and then but that was it. Most the time he kept to himself or hung out with Chase.
"I made head boy because I worked for it. I do my homework, I don't have that much fun. Truth is that I act like I'm fun around you. I do my work, that's it." He said having to think about his words carefully.
He poured himself another drink, wanting to catch up and downed half of it. The world spun for a moment and he decided it was time to slow down. He turned to look at Imogen. She looked good, really good.
"I'm jealous of you, you know." He admitted before he could stop himself.
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Post by imogen on May 30, 2012 6:16:36 GMT -5
Imogen watched as Chase downed his drink in one. She was impressed, that was no small measure that she had poured him. Even she was still working on that one. Her head was blissfully blank now, she couldn't claim she was a little tipsy anymore, she was drunk. But then, Chase looked like he was on his way to drunk as well. He must be as much of a light weight as she was! It was much rarer in a boy to be able to hold your liquor that badly.
Imogen watched Chase, waiting for him to answer her, slightly worried he wouldn't answer at all. She was watching him, as much as sober her would deny it, drunk her had to admit that Chase was very pretty. And that messy mop of hair he had was much more alluring than she would ever admit to saying. She was just blindly watching him when he started talking, startling her a little. She was shocked by what he said. He worked hard- the same as her- but he wasn't as fun as he made out to be? He was actually only putting that on around her? She wasn't sure if that was true or not. He always seemed to be having fun.
She was mulling his words over, taking another sip of her drink when he said something that she never in a million years, thought she would hear come from Chase Wiggens mouth. "Why would you ever be jealous of me?" Imogen asked, completely shocked by his abrupt admission. "I'm just Imogen. Boring old, no one notices her, Imogen." She said, letting her hair fall into her face. No one did notice her. She was head girl, top of the year, but honestly girls didn't like her. And she wouldn't be noticed by boys unless she started acting like a slut, so why on earth would Chase be jealous of her?
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 30, 2012 6:24:09 GMT -5
Chase was still standing as he watched Imogen. He watched the way she looked at him, the way she moved ever so slightly to get comfortable. He watched her legs and soon he found himself getting turned on by the girl, something he would never have imagined. It was Imogen? A prude? He turned away and scoffed at the surprise in her voice. She had no idea. He hated the attention he got, the way people flocked to him, no matter how much of a jerk he was. He couldn't rid himself of this reputation he had somehow gotten without asking.
"I'd give anything to not be noticed." He said quietly in a sober moment before swallowing more drink. He would never had admitted that sober to anyone, probably not even Sky.
He decided he needed to sit down and went and flopped down on the sofa next to Imogen. It was probably the closest proximity they had ever been without bickering and it was kinda nice. He stretched out his arms so one hung over the end and one was behind her. He started to play with her hair absentmindedly.
{b]"And people do notice you, they respect you, look up to you, you know?"[/b] He said, thinking back to her statement.
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Post by imogen on May 30, 2012 6:47:04 GMT -5
Imogen could feel Chases' eyes on her and she blushes, against her will of course. He was looking at her strangely, differently.... she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She could see his eyes trace over her legs, her body. She took another gulp of her drink, not wanting to be aware of his eyes on her. Because then she might have to admit that she liked it, and that wasn't something she would ever do. She had a reputation, as much as Chase did. She just didn't like hers. People seemed to think she was a prude. She wasn't at all, it was just.. this was school. This was where she did work. Back home she was fun, she would go out with her friends, she had been clubbing underage, she went to parties, she loved it. But no one at school saw that side to her. So she was labeled a prude, something she really wasn't.
"Not being noticed is over rated." Imogen told him, finishing her drink and pouring them both another. The bottle was nearing empty now, something that made Imogen sad, she didn't just do one or two drinks, if she was drinking generally it was for the whole shebang, she would get wasted and love it. It was the freedom of being that drunk really. She was almost there. She wished she had another bottle after this one. That would make for a good night.
Imogen felt Chase flop down on the sofa next to him, his arm loosely around her shoulders, she blushed when she felt him play with her hair. "Chase, they honestly don't. Unless I'm docking house points no one even knows who I am. Half the time they mistake me for a power hungry fifth year who has just been given their prefect powers." She told him, rolling her eyes at the younger students. Immy knew she looked young, but she liked to think she didn't look that young. She subconsciously leaned into Chase's arm and looked at at him. "Thats not being respected or looked up to, now, is it?" She told him, a small smirk on her face.
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