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Post by tersha.alara.knight on Oct 9, 2011 18:57:45 GMT -5
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "I am not a word, I am not a line, - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - I am not a girl that can ever be defined." ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ She had no choice but to look at him as he sat himself on a chair in front of her, and so Tersha stopped fussing with the flowers, having milked that one for all it was worth, and rested her hands in her lap as he leaned forward, a serious expression on his face. She returned his gaze steadily as he sat and admitted that he shared all of the inbuilt opinions that his house had against hers, and she kept her mouth shut patiently. In truth, her only thoughts on the matter were that people could be stupid, and cruel, and she was no exception, so they could have their little house grudges and get on with it, she was far beyond all of that fuss. She did laugh though, when he asked her, in an all too somber manner, whether she would be able to handle him being in Slytherin, and what exactly she thought of being matched to one. Clearing her throat, she stopped laughing, though the humorous twinkle remained in her eyes, giving away her amusement at the situation. She straightened her face as best as possible, and gave him a serious, sensible look. "My parents were both Slytherins," she stated, trying to keep a calm tone in her words instead of laughing at him or speaking to him as though he was an idiot for asking such a thing. "And a lot of people ask me why I didn't end up there myself. Apparently I have an 'evil' streak." She shrugged, shifting in her seat. "So I don't think you'd be that hard to tame." She gave a moderately patronizing nod, even though she actually meant what she had said. She was pretty sure she could wrap him around her little finger quite easily. She frowned. "And as for what I think of the house, it's all hype anyway. You guys only act up and play the sly, cold-hearted card because everyone expects you to. Just like Gryffindors go out and try to be better than everyone, or get in fights, or Ravenclaws think they have to spend all of their time with their nose in a book, just because the stereotype deems that it must be so." She rolled her eyes, really not liking the fact that she was being pulled into such a conversation. "I don't care what house people are in. So long as you're yourself, and genuine, wherever you may sleep in the castle, it doesn't matter. Originality is a rare treat to find in a person these days."With a sigh, she began to twirl her wand around her fingers like a baton. Something she often did when she was feeling agitated or frustrated. Was it really so difficult to just be your own person and not care what people think you should be? Tersha did it just fine, and she wasn't some social outcast, or deemed a freak for stepping outside the boundaries. She hoped Max would be different, too, but a part of her felt angry that he was the type of person to buy into those sorts of judgmental outlooks his whole life. Though he seemed to be claiming that the last ten minutes had started to alter his opinion on that. "What about you? Could you bring your high and mighty self to 'put up with' a Gryffindor?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. She had actually started to like him a bit before she had wound herself up over his topic change.
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Post by maxwell.silas.cockburn on Oct 11, 2011 16:45:00 GMT -5
Normally Max would have found laughter at this particular juncture offensive, but hearing her musical laughter again only managed to endear her even more to his heart. It was nearly infectious, and he cracked a sideways smile as he studied the witch sitting across from him. Things were getting curiouser and curiouser for the wizard the longer he spent in Tersha’s presence, almost as if everything he had held dear all these years was getting turned around in a matter of minutes. Other than the small smile, Max showed no outward signs of reacting to her as she tried to plant a more serious expression on her face before answering his question.
When Tersha revealed that her parents had both been Slytherins, Max found that he wasn’t surprised, especially since she came from money and was obviously rather ambitious herself. And Merlin knew, it was possible to have the odd Gryffindor in old pureblood families, take his twin for example, so he supposed it made sense in a way. Then the lovely Tersha revealed that she had an evil streak to her, and that Max shouldn’t prove too hard to tame, to which he responded with laughter of his own. “I am glad to see you so confident in your charms Miss Knight, however, I must inform you that I am rather set in my ways. I may prove harder to ‘tame’ than you think, though I do think if either one of us need taming, it would have to be you” he replied, leaning back in his chair and regarded her curiously with his deep blue eyes.
Tersha went on to reveal she didn’t buy into stereotypes, and she seemed rather put out with having to explain it all. Max himself was of the opinion that not everyone fit nicely into a category, there were always exceptions, but he also believed that the houses were full of relatively like-minded individuals. It seemed however, that it would be prudent of him to let it drop, at least for now. “So what is it Hufflepuffs are known for then Miss Knight? Being abominably average and mundane?” he joked, enjoying her rather succinct classification of the traits of the other houses. “But I must agree, originality is a trait that often lacks in most of our peers… which is part of the reason I have found you so refreshing thus far” he added, still keeping his face a neutral as possible as she twirled her wand.
As she shot the question back at him, Max’s smile returned and he casually put his hands behind his head as he pondered the answer. Could he bring himself to do it? If anyone had asked him just 20 minutes ago he would have said not likely, but now… well again, nothing seemed quite the same while locked in a room with Tersha Knight. “I think I could do more than put up with it Tersha, I think I might actually even enjoy it… I just wanted to be sure that you shared the same opinion on there being exceptions to the rule” he answered, watching the way the soft glow of the candles lit about the room reflected off of Tersha’s smooth skin.
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Post by tersha.alara.knight on Oct 13, 2011 7:10:15 GMT -5
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "I've done all I can think of. Chased down all my demons, - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - I've seen you do the same." ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Tame Tersha? What kind of whacked out planet was this guy on? Tersha would never be 'tamed' or anything close to it. She was who she was, and nothing and nobody would ever change that. Yes, 'Stubborn' might as well have been her middle name. She refrained from making any comment on it, though, for the moment, and merely listened to what Max had to say. Or more, listened to him making lame Hufflepuff jokes. She didn't dignify it with a response. She had friends in that house, and she wouldn't say anything bad about any of them. Well, maybe she would, and often did, but that was beside the point! She wouldn't give Maxwell the pleasure of having her agree with him, or sit and diss the other houses or whatever he was into. He made up for it a little by agreeing that originality was a rather magnificent quality to have, and she narrowed her eyes at him in a bid to cancel out the small smile his semi-compliment had brought to her face. Her wand twirled more furiously as she waited for him to answer his own question, and he seemed to consider it for an age before speaking up. “I think I could do more than put up with it Tersha, I think I might actually even enjoy it… I just wanted to be sure that you shared the same opinion on there being exceptions to the rule.” Ha! Of course he would enjoy it! He'd have to be insane not to. Well, that was what she told herself about all guys, even though there was a small part of her, hidden away in a dark corner, that thought she might just be a bit impossible and difficult to handle, and maybe not the best girl to choose as a girlfriend. She'd never allow herself to think in that way, though, so she lifted her chin proudly at his words. "You'll never tame me," she told him, matter-of-fact. "But I can promise it'd be a lot of fun." She smirked knowingly at him, before dropping her eyes to the floor. She wasn't sure what else to say, really. In truth, she was feeling a bit anxious being locked in the room. It was nothing to do with her company, but something about not having the choice to leave when she wanted made her feel slightly claustrophobic, agitated, unsettled. She frowned. "I'm sorry Max, but I have to tell you, being locked in here is making me angry. And bored."Her eyes locked on his, wide with anxiety as her confident facade slipped for a second. "I know it's totally psychological, because the door is locked, and I'd be fine if it wasn't, but I'm gonna break my wand if I don't find a better distraction." She stopped twirling her wand and set it on the seat next to her, fingers drumming on the soft material. She knew he might be offended that she had said she was bored, and that he may take it personally, but she had to be honest. She was getting cabin fever after ten minutes, so Merlin knew what she'd be like after a whole hour. Just the thought of not being physically free drove her insane, usually she had something to do, or things going on around her to keep her occupied and entertained, but this.... This was just quiet and suffocating, and fancying the pants off her company wasn't helping.
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Post by maxwell.silas.cockburn on Oct 17, 2011 10:42:15 GMT -5
The play of conflicting emotions that took over Tersha’s face were keeping Maxwell conveniently confused himself, but luckily he would have to whole rest of the hour to try and figure her out, so he wasn’t too fussed about it yet. Even though she was proving hard to nail down, Max found himself strangely captivated by her confident, fiery nature and he was finding himself more and more open to the possibility that they might be good for each other the longer they sat there. She would definitely prove to be a challenge, but Max was always up for a challenge, not to mention quite challenging in his own right, so this should be interesting to say the least. As Tersha asserted, not surprisingly by this point, that she couldn’t be tamed but it would at least be a lot of fun, Max smiled as he sat back and crossed his arms, pleased with her answer.
“That is the best one can hope for out of any situation, and since I always strive for the best I suppose we will do well together…” Maxwell replied, before letting his voice trail off as he noticed Tersha’s expression changing yet again. She looked down at the floor, and her expression made it seem as if she were ready to bolt, and Max sat forward on his seat as he tried to figure out what exactly was bothering her. After a moment, Tersha stated that being locked in there was making her feel anxious, and as she lifted her dark eyes to meet his, he saw a slight hint of panic taking over her face. It pulled at his heartstrings, seeing her looking so distraught, which again was a completely new feeling for the young wizard, and he frowned slightly as Tersha went on to say that she needed a distraction. Being young and full of male hormones, his mind immediately went south, but Max figured that making out at this point would not end well for either one of them, so he would have to think of something else.
Feeling the need to at least be closer to her in case her panic rose any higher, Max deftly rose out of his chair and seated himself next to Tersha on the sofa, where he again took her soft hand in his and rubbed his thumb along the back in a comforting gesture. “Alright Tersha, how about this, we play a little game of truth to keep your mind off of where we are. We can ask each other a series of questions back and forth, that we have to answer quickly and truthfully, and anything goes. I’ll go ahead and start us off then. I’ll start with something easy, but not all of the questions will be so easy to answer. What’s your middle name? Where did you grow up? And what is the name of your first pet?” Max asked in rapid succession, hoping to keep the questions moving back and forth rather quickly, so that her mind was always focused on what they were saying and wouldn’t have time to think about being locked in.
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Post by tersha.alara.knight on Nov 11, 2011 11:31:40 GMT -5
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "Boy, now that the tables have turned, - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - let me see you begging." ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Well, now he was just babying her. Strangely enough though, as Max sat beside her, stroking her hand in that same soothing manner he had before, and suggesting a game of truth, she found herself relaxing into her seat. Something about it actually worked, and she couldn't find it in herself to be insulted or annoyed at his tactics. She wasn't sure his game would be such a great idea, though. It was true that Tersha was always honest, brutally so, unless she was trying to charm something from someone, but she knew there were some truths about her that might make people run screaming, or at least see her in an even more negative light. Bracing herself, she gave him a sly sideways glance before listening to his first questions. They weren't so bad. But then, he had said they'd get harder. "Don't worry," she told him, "After you're done with me, I'll be firing some awful ones at you." Her eyes lingered on his hand as it gently held hers, mind poring over his three questions, looking for any tricks or loopholes in them that might cause her to reveal something she didn't want to. Open as she was, Tersha was very closed off when it came to any serious, personal details about her life, meaning she was very guarded and on the ball when it came to choosing her words. Usually she just answered with some sort of smarmy retort, or witty line that shut people up and kept her ahead of the game. "Ok, wellllll," she decided simple and straight was the best way to go. "My middle name is Alara, I grew up in New Mexico in America, and I've never had any pets." Her mouth sealed shut as soon as the words left it. She knew it was probably mean and irritating not elaborating on any of her answers, but she couldn't help the wicked kick she got out of withholding information from Max. Anyway, why should he get to know anything about her? Surely he needed to prove himself worthy of such wisdom first. Well, not really, she was just being picky because of the situation. Giving him a cheeky smile that indicated in no uncertain terms that she was well aware of how rubbish and useless her answers had been, she bit her lip and cleared her throat. "My turn?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "How old were you when you had your first kiss? Do you think you're good looking? And have you ever considered changing your name?" There. Now those questions surely had to get interesting answers. Even in the simplest form that she herself had used, he had to reveal something that would intrigue her. She fought a smile as she waited for his response, half expecting it to be hostile or annoyed, especially after the name question. Maybe that one was pushing the boat out into insult territory, but maybe he would miss it. She could cover it up anyway if he did take offense and question her intentions with the query. Tersha was good at talking her way out of sticky scenarios. Most of the time.
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Post by maxwell.silas.cockburn on Nov 17, 2011 14:00:41 GMT -5
Max listened as Tersha answered him, finding his eyes were fixated on her lips as she spoke. She was absolutely one of the hottest women he had ever met, there was no doubt about that, and her lips were practically begging him to kiss her again. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, which was the only thing keeping him back, that damn rational side he had. Her accent now became clear, as Tersha revelaed that she had been raised in America, just another thing to add to the long list of things Max found sexy about her. He was brought back to himself by the fact that she was already done answering however, quick and to the point, no fancy elaborative details for this one. In fact, Max was pretty sure she did it on purpose to aggravate him, but all it did was make him smile back at the cheeky look on her face. Alright, he could play this game, seemed if he was going to get to know her, he was going to have to prove that he was worth it.
"New Mexico huh? I'm not all that familair with America, but this does explain you're funny accent" he said teasingly, hoping that she didn't take offense as he didn't intend any at all. Max was slowly starting to figure out that Tersha wasn't going to be won over by sweet-talking like most of the simpering females he had dealt with so far at Hogwarts. She also didn't seem to be the type to want a spineless man that doted on her all the time. All of these things actually worked out in his favor, since Max was none of those things. What he needed to figure out was why he cared, why did he feel the need to impress her, when normally he was the one that wanted to be impressed? And that was when Tershal asked her questions and Max smiled crookedly over at her as he thought them through. Max sat back back against the plush sofa, releasing Tersha's hand now that she seemed to be a bit calmer, though already missing the contact.
"Hmm, let's see. First kiss... I guess I was 11. It was my first year and one of the 3rd years in my house cornered me and made me kiss her. Seemed like a gross idea until it happened, then I spent the rest of the year day dreaming about her even though she moved on to someone her own age after that" he answered, picking at a stray thread in the sofa apholstery as he spoke. "Do I think I'm good looking? Well how could I not, I mean look at me" he responded, only half-joking as he glanced over at her and gave her a wink. "And no, I've never thought about changing my name, it's not so embarrasing for a guy, it's almost kinda cool, though I'm sure my sisters feel differerntly." With that he glanced up at the clock to see that they only had fifteen minutes left. Strange how it seemed like they had far too much time left only moments ago, and now he was wishing he had more. Max's blue eyes moved from the clock to Tersha and he sat up a little straighter as tried to decide what more to ask. "So Tersha, do you like living in England or America better? What do you like to do for fun? and do you think I'm good looking?" he asked as he gazed over at her.
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Post by tersha.alara.knight on Nov 24, 2011 19:04:05 GMT -5
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "Time stands still, - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - beauty in all she is." ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ She was mulling over the idea of being in a serious relationship with Max - and all of the more pleasurable aspects that would come with it - when he let go of her hand and sat back, ready to give her some answers. One eyebrow immediately raised as he revealed that his first kiss was at the age of eleven. She hadn't expected that one. Sure, he had a bit of a reputation around the castle for attracting female attention, but he seemed too stuck up in general for that kind of thing. "Slut," she muttered humorously under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear it. Maybe he would think she was referring to the girl that had cornered him. Either way, she shifted in her seat as he carried on speaking, his adept fingers working at a stray thread on the couch. Of course he assumed himself good looking. Though he tried to play it in a joking way, she had already presumed the answer to that one before she'd asked it. It was probably a waste of a question, but she wanted to see how he handled being asked such a thing, more than anything. She couldn't help but scoff, though, when he admitted he thought his name was kind of cool, from a male perspective. She didn't want to insult him right then, though, so she refrained from revealing her true thoughts on the matter. She was sure they'd end up discussing it in a more brutal fashion at a later date. Her dark eyes followed his light ones up to the clock, heart surging double speed at the time. Fifteen minutes left. Tersha wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing. She wanted out of this damned prison Cupid had her locked in, but then.... even though she tried to deny it, even to herself, she found a sense of disappointment creeping in at the thought of not spending more time with Max. He was.... intriguing. In more ways than one, though at the moment, she couldn't deny that it was mostly physical. She did have eyes, after all. He was a ten. Definitely. But, Tersha was an eleven, in her eyes. And she had to act as such, so she would not be revealing her disappointment, thank you very much. He fired a couple more boring questions at her, and she tossed her hair arrogantly over her shoulder. "America is better. I like the sun," she shot back, haughtily. It was true. Though living in New Mexico was nowhere near as magical as England, she couldn't stand the grey and the cold all of the time, it made her miserable. "And for fun, I'm probably your polar opposite. I like parties, dancing, draining my parents alcohol supplies at home, buying pretty, expensive things, rolling around in the mud on rainy days, not necessarily alone," she fought a smile at the last one. "And as far as you go...." She paused to give him a scrutinizing look. "I've seen worse." As if she was going to boost his ego by admitting the had the hots for him. He really was delusional if he had thought that. Yet, if he could have heard or felt how hard her heart was beating, just from sitting next to him, he would have known her lie in an instant. She stood, putting some distance between the two, and crossed to the door, rattling the handle, hopelessly, before glancing back at the clock. Ten minutes to go. She huffed and turned to face Max, her hand still on the handle. "You think we'll be let out on time?" she asked, forgetting all about their game now that freedom was so close at hand. "I have a friend who got locked in here with her match for hours straight." She wasn't sure why she was telling him. Maybe to pass the time. Maybe to give a voice to her worries. "I mean, she had spent the whole hour telling her match that she wasn't going to break up with her boyfriend to be with him, and that the match would work out over her cold, dead body." She paused for breath, eyes somewhere far off as she remembered what Katy had told her. "She's dead now. Haunts the castle with her boyfriend. It's quite romantic, in a sick sort of way." Ramble over, she carried on staring into space, lost in her story.
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Post by maxwell.silas.cockburn on Nov 28, 2011 15:49:37 GMT -5
Max glanced up when he heard Tersha mutter slut under her breath, which she probably meant to be directed at the third year, but Max was fairly certain it was meant for him. He smiled sideways at her, a playful look twinkling in his blue eyes as he replied, "that may be Ms. Knight, but you can't deny that you like it." As he continued to answer he noticed she didn't react to his second answer, but when he revealed his name didn't bother him he didn't miss the fact that Tersha scoffed at this. Looks like the lady didn't fancy being the future Mrs. Cockburn, Max filed this away for later, still smiling as he thought about how life with Tersha was not going to be easy.
She proclaimed America to be superior to England, which didn't surprise him though as a proud Englishmen he respectfully disagreed. She also claimed to be his polar opposite since she liked to party and drink and dance and spend money and he just looked at her, arching one eyebrow as he thought this over. "So you think I don't enjoy all of these things? I may be a tad more proper than you but I'm not dead" he replied, winking at her as he bit his lower lip, wondering what Tersha would be like when she was drinking. When she went on to say what she thought about him, she narrowed her eyes as she looked ihm over, to which he merely smiled back rather devilishy as she finally revealed that she had "seen worse."
"Well that is to be expected I suppose, but what really matters is if you have seen better" he replied, though he didn't really expect her to answer. Tersha wasn't the type to give out compliments, and having picked up on this right away Max was just trying to see how much he could get out of her. He sat back and watched as Tersha got up and paced towards the door, checking the handle and asking if he thought they would be let out on time. "I don't see why we wouldn't" he replied, trying to keep his voice calm as he noticed her starting to freak out again. She then proceeded to tell him a story about her friend who got locked in because she refused to leave her boyfriend for her match, and was now dead because of it.
Max stood up and crossed the distance between them removing her hand gently from the doorknob, then staring down into her brown eyes as he held her hand in his. "Tersha, there is nothing to worry about, neither of us have anyone else we are in love with, so there isn't any reason for Cupid to try and punish us. He isn't concerned about when the people he pairs fall for each other, he only cares about them breaking his rules. And we are both far too intelligent to fall into his trap" he replied, suddenly becming lost in the dark depths of her eyes as he realized just how much he didn't want to leave her. Without thinking, Max pulled Tersha close and wrapped his strong arms around her, resting his cheek against the top of her head as he added "We'll just see what happens after this shall we? if nothing else it should be great fun."
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