everything and anything, under the sun.

[brendan]

Closed for Captain Moretti :]

Brendan Slater looked around the room. Crowded. Too crowded for his tastes. It seemed that wherever he looked, one chair had at least three people sitting around it, with a single occupant sitting and being the limelight. It seemed that with the many groups that surrounded him, he was the single person without a companion of sorts. He sighed, letting the breath escape from his pink lips. After his last meeting with Vivian, he had been pretty by himself; where all his friends had done, he didn't know. Kami was poof, and so was Lillian. He had met Vivian only a few days ago, so who was he to complain? Sighing at that point of time, the Mihael turned back to what he had been doing previously - sketching.

It was a talent of his, that many didn't know. It was no wonder, since he kept it on the downlow most of the time. If you did know, he would wonder when he had ever told you. Perhaps because he felt that if a guy drew, he would be labeled as a sissy, and already being labeled a nerd because of his glasses, Brendan didn't exactly fancy the idea of an extra title to his name. Sighing as his pencil flew across his paper, he glanced towards the single vase he had been sketching, where a sunflower was displayed prominently in it. His eraser came and contacted the paper a few times, as the curve of the vase was seemingly hard to get right, in his point of view anyway.

Adjusting his glasses, he watched the door to the Quality Quarters open again; more people entering, and little chance of anyone exiting. Of all days he had chosen to come here, he had to be here when everyone was meeting. Ill fate or what? Brendan sincerely believed it was the former. Or could it be the latter, but the choice or what didn't exactly make sense, did it? Yes, it didn't. Running a hand through his hair, as he pulled on the hat he wore, another sigh was emitted. He was bored, that was true. The sketching that he was doing, was merely a way to relieve said boredom.

Yet as he glanced at the lines of black and the image of a vase being formed on the paper, he would gladly declare it bad work; it didn't contain the usual concentration he had when he was sketching. Tossing the pad of white paper onto the table, he leaned back into the chair, and frowned. He needed company, desperately. This was not the best way for him to relieve boredom, if he wasn't putting his heart into it. Another sigh, as he ran a hand through his hair again, his left hand rubbing his eyes wearily.

Okay, it's bad. I apologise.

[Avery Moretti]

Lalala. Avery was bored and wanted to find something to do. Classes were over for the day [thank God] and she wanted to have some fun. Many of her classes had been the last ones of the term and they'd discussed exams and O.W.L.'s. Creepy, yeah? Now Avery was kind of anxious and stressed out. O.W.L.'s were really important and she'd have a lot of studying to do. For now; however, she was just going to relax and have some fun.

Where would she go to have fun, though? And who could she find to have fun with? Maybe she'd just go out and meet some random person to befriend. The weather was nice, wasn't it? At least, it had been nice when she'd walked down to Herbology earlier. Although, it was kind of chilly. Though the uniform skirt she was forced to wear wasn't the warmest of things. October was getting nearer by the day and autumn was quickly on its way, changing the colour of the leaves. Autumn was a beautiful season to her. The trees were just spectacular to look at and photograph.

Well, she might go outside later. For now, she was just wandering about the school. Black hair was simply down today, looking semi-wavy and kind of messy as usual. Dark blue skinny jeans were on her bottom, with a long, hot pink t-shirt that was snug to her form, a shooting star going across the front. Random bracelets, necklaces, and earrings were on her, and her tattoos were very noticeable on her right wrist and forearm. White and pink converse tapped and echoed through the corridor. Where was everyone?

Nearing the Quality Quarters, she wondered if everyone was in there. Maybe there was a party she wasn't invited to! ;-; Pouting, she opened the door and stepped inside to be greeted by a loud buzzing of voices. There was no party, but there sure was a lot of people. Bright blue eyes widened a bit from behind her black rimmed glasses as she looked about.

One person seemed to be alone though, and she smiled a little. That person was very familiar. Yet, he looked quite lonely and maybe even a bit frustrated. Skipping over to him, she hugged him from behind the chair, grinning. Then, she sat herself on the arm of it and said, "Hello, Pillow Monster. I hope you won't mind the company of Panda Girl! Here to save the day!" Mhmm. Avery was a hardcore suphero, fo' sho'!

Looking down to the sketchbook she'd seen him throw down on the table, she went, "Oooo." Leaning over to pick it up, she looked at the sketch of the vase and flower and rose her eyebrows, looking at Brendan. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "You draw?"

[brendan]

You know, the idea of Avery being bored sort of scared Brendan. In his point of view, Avery Moretti was hardly bored. The idea of it all was so foreign to him, since on times he had met Avery, she seemed anything but bored. Ah well. There was always a first for everything, wasn't there? Well, Bren believed so. Since when he was young, he hadn't thought his dad would ever leave them, that they would be the perfect family. How wrong he had been, when he learnt his dad had gone and left the three of them to fend for themselves. So much for family unity, no?

Just like how he had liked corn when he was young, till when he was eleven he started hating it, to the core. His mother was pretty surprised, since he always had liked corn. But that was a lie! He hated corn, definitely. It was a rather disguting thing to eat, now that you think of it. Small bits of yellow - funny how he didn't even like the sight of it. Agree or disagree with him, he just didn't like corn. Period.

Anyway, Brendan was still pretty pissed off that he was all alone. Yes, he definitely was. After all, in a room where everyone had at least someone they knew, Bren had no one. Pathetic. Slater, you've been here for almost a term and more and you don't even have enough friends? At least, friends who are constant? Kami had disappeared, and so had Early, a girl he found rather intruiging. Gods, he really was quite pathetic wasn't he? Now and then he saw some familiar faces in the room, but they already had their own company, so why would they choose to join them?

He scratched the side of his face. He wondered, if he had brought his guitar down to play, whether everyone would kill him for spoiling their piece. Bren could imagine they would. It wasn't like he was good at playing the guitar, although he wished he was. He was better at drawing then playing the guitar, although not many knew that. They only assumed he was good at the guitar. Gods, like real.

At that moment though, he suddenly felt himself being hugged from the back. He tensed a little, since it was rather unusual that he would get hugged. Randomly as a matter of fact. For all you know it could be a pedophile, which wasn't welcome around here. Not at all anyway. But then, he heard a familiar voice, and immediately relaxed. A smile that appeared on his face, as she used their weird nicknames.

'Aren't you scared that I might attack you?' A grin that appeared on his face, as he made a weird growling noise. He was supposed to be the Pillow Monster after al, and you had to live up to the reputation you know. So, growl.

His eyes widened, as he watched Avery reach for his sketchpad. Stretching a hand out, it was in vain, as the Mihael Quidditch Captain had already taken his sketchpad. He blushed, though it was somehow unseen, thank heavens. At her question, he scratched his face awkwardly, and nodded. 'Yeah, I do.' It was true, and he couldn't lie that he didn't, since she seen it already. 'But it's rather bad, really!' A protest, since he didn't think he was that good.

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[Avery Moretti]

Sorry for such a late reply, love.
I basically only get a chance to post on weekends. ♥

The idea of Avery being bored scared Brendan? Now I think the idea of Brendan being scared of the idea of Avery being bored is scary. :] Wrap your mind around that one. But yes, in fact, Avery did get bored on occasion. Whenever she wasn't with her friends, she was bored. So yeah. Luckily, she was now here with Brendan, so she was immediately no longer bored. Plus, who could not be bored during classes? Not even Avery is able to pay attention to some things taught to them.

Hate corn? How dare you! Corn is so delicious. Whether it be off the cob or on the cob, it was so tasty. Yum yum. Brendan would have to get some therapy. Y'know, he'd have to go lay on a couch and the psychiatrist would say, 'Now close your eyes. Think of corn. You like corn. It's tasty. On the count of three, you will open your eyes and like corn.' Then Brendan would like corn again and the world would be a much better place. :]

Now Brendan could not be pissed off because he was with Avery. And she was pretty darn cool. [At least, I think so?] So he didn't need his guitar or any of his disappearing friends, because he had his Captain. They could keep each other company and laugh and enjoy themselves. Then Brendan wouldn't be the odd one out in the Quality Quarters. He'd actually get glances toward him and murmurs of, 'How did a second year get such a hot fifth year girl?' Just kidding, of course. xD Or am I?

When she had hugged him from behind, she did feel him tense up, but luckily he relaxed. Fortunately, he didn't go all 'kung-fu' on her and attack her, thinking she was some sort of creep. Which she definitely wasn't. And she definitely wasn't a pedophile, either. Haaha. In fact, Avery just loved hugs and kisses, and shared them with all of her friends. It was something she did. A trait of hers. So Brendan would just have to deal with hugs and kisses on the cheek. Or else. >|

Avery made a face. Her thinking face, to be precise about it. The whole, bright blue eyes looking to the ceiling, mouth pulled off to the side. Yup. That's how she thought. Occasionally she might bite her lip or put her finger to her chin. "Well," she said finally, "I've been treating my pillow quite nicely lately, so I would hope you wouldn't attack me." She smirked, looking down at her friend. Even though he was taller than her [she's a shrimp] she was sitting on the arm of the chair, so she was up higher than him.

Giggling a little as she looked at the drawing he'd done, Avery searched the image again. Her giggle and raise of the eyebrows wasn't because she thought it was bad. It also wasn't because she thought it was girly for a guy to draw. It was just because she was surprised that he drew because she never knew he did. An urge to look through the rest of the book overcame her, but she could tell he was a bit embarrassed, so she handed it back to him.

"I like it. You're a good artist. Do you draw still life only, or just everything?" Avery was smiling at Brendan, curious to get to know more about her friendilion. Scoffing, she poked him in the side and said, "It's not bad! It's good!"

[brendan]

Brendan was a natural coward. Truth. When his father had left, he had been very scared, when his mother suddenly had retreated into his room. Darcy had spent ages just trying to convince the poor boy to leave his room, and when he finally had, Brendan had still been shaking. Think about it. A boy, who grew up in a perfectly well family, that had to suddenly cope with the lost of a Dad. And a Mom, who was never there for him anymore. It was hard growing up, and he was a mere three.

Now, Brendan hating corn should be a rather natural thing. Like.. How some people hated Durian. Doubt Avery had ever heard of it, but it was true! Some people did hate Durian, the "King" of all fruits in Singapore. Brendan had, sadly, never tasted it before, even though it was supposed to be nice. He was from New York, and hadn't had the luxury of leaving there. Poor thing, don't you agree?

This meant, that his first ever journey, was to Diagon Alley. And true to the coward that was him, he had spent the whole journey gripped on to Darcy's sweater, scared that she would leave him. Coward?? Yeah. Even Darcy had to ask someone how to get into Diagon Alley, not Brendan, despite the fact that he had been the one going to Hogwarts. What a sight, a sixteen year old who was clinging on to his sister like there was no tomorrow. Brendan was embarrassed, naturally.

Now, Brendan didn't appreciate stares, and that seemed to come, with Avery's apperance. Frowning, he turned to her, and whispered, 'With your arrival more people are staring. It's weird.' Always one to say what he was thinking, even if it took a hell lot of courage before he would start saying it out. But it was true, and hey, he did hate stares.

As he grinned about the fact he had said something rather weird, he heard Avery's next sentence. "I've been treating my pillow quite nicely lately, so I would hope you wouldn't attack me." A roll of eyes on his part, as he stared at her. 'And what makes you think I won't, just cause you've been treating your pillow nicely?' Ooh. A threat, was that what it was? Perhaps. He grinned as he said that, innocently running a hand through his hair. But as he did that, he smirked, and cotninued, 'Well, that's good to know. Pillows deserve love.' True to his roots as the Pillow Monster - a nice one at that. [:

The drawing wasn't that nice, was it? Apparently Avery thought it was, and as Bren grinned sheepishly at her compliments. he shook his head. He really wasn't that good. "I like it. You're a good artist. Do you draw still life only, or just everything?"

[/color] Pausing at her statement, he hesitated in replying. Was he good at drawing others too? 'I... I can draw others too. I just find that if the object is still... It's easier.' He nodded, as it was true! To him, anyway.

"It's not bad! It's good!" There she was, complimenting him again. He ran a hand through his hair, an obvious sign of nervousness, as he shook his head fervently. 'It's rather average, really.' He was persisting, in letting Avery know that he wasn't good... Not at all.[/blockquote][/font][/color][/size]