Indulgence (open)

[tersha.alara.knight]

On a rare sunny day, Tersha Knight could often be found taking full advantage. It actually was a rare occasion at Hogwarts, for the sun to be shining purposefully, as if it had every intention of staying all day. She loved the sun, and so had made her way down by the lake for a bit of indulgence. Now, she sat a few feet away from the water's edge, leaning back in the grass, her shoes kicked off, bare toes wiggling in the warm rays. After a particularly tough workload from her Professors all week, it was bliss.

Leaning back on her elbows, she grinned up at the cloudless sky, allowing her eyes to close for a moment. But only for a moment, she didn't fancy the idea of someone trotting up and stealing her shoes. Just as she was beginning to relax, something banged into her ankles solidly, and she frowned, eyes still closed. "Whoever you are, back off now, while you still have a chance," she warned. Bang. Bash. Thump. Tersha's perfect teeth gritted in irritation. She opened her eyes, finally, to find not a single person in sight. Confused, she sat herself up, eyes raking over her legs to see if she had missed something. She growled.

Oh, she had missed something alright. A gnome, a rather gnarled looking one, was insistently trying to walk through her, on his way to wherever. What a dumb ass. With a snarl, she reached down and picked him up around his small waist, moving him back away from her a few feet. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Get away from me, you little runt, I'm not a freakin' door!" The gnome ignored her completely, marched back up to her, and carried on trying to bash her legs out of his path. She could feel her temper rising. "For Merlin's sake! Go around! What am I? Invisible?" she ranted, finally conceding to lift her legs while he passed.

Giving him her fiercest glare, she wished she could understand what his guttural grunting meant, because if it was anything insulting about her, he'd be in the lake in a heartbeat. He passed under her long legs, made a few animated gestures to her, and then stuck his middle finger up in her face before stomping off across the grounds. "Hideous little weasel." she stretched her leg out before he could get too far, and gave him a light kick up the bum. He screamed bloody murder and took off at a sprint, causing Tersha to chuckle. With a shake of her head, she went back to trying to relax.

[ohsobroken]

Indulge in my sweet nectar

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Caleb lived for days he could go outside. Being stuck inside for the majority of his Hogwarts schooling, he didn't dare think of what it did to his hair. The book dust probably killed his roots. Caleb shook at the simple thought of something messing with his hair. It was his prize and possession. The great part was that it went into it's own form that made it look just spectacular on Caleb's head. He didn't have to do a single thing to have it flow the right way or keep all the strands resting.

Caleb walked onto the grounds, wearing just a white t-shirt and muggle jeans. Caleb was a half-blood, so the muggle clothes were pretty natural to him. His hair sat perfectly on his head, swaying ever so lightly when he walked. He made his way down to the Black Lake, ready to cause some mischief or simply just settle in the rays of the sun. He couldn't say that it was a particularly rough week, being he never went to many of his classes, but he had his fair share of tragedies too. He had gotten a letter from Cupid.

This had put Caleb in a particularly bitter mood. Whenever he would cross someone's path that would be talking about Cupid, he'd make a bitter comment. Today was Caleb's day to take his mind off of it. That was when a shriek met his ears, just having made it to the Black Lake's edge. He looked around for the purpatrator only to see a gnome scurry past him, a sour look on his face. Caleb let out a barking laugh and looked around only to see Tersha Knight enjoying the rays.

Caleb made his way over to her, running a hand through his hair, even then not messing it up. "Knight, looks like you're enjoying yourself!" Caleb called as he got closer. He took a seat next to her, leaning back on his elbows. "Didn't your parents teach you not to abuse gnomes?" Caleb asked jokingly. Caleb was comfortable with Tersha. They may have had a history, but Caleb was alright with it now. That's how he was with all girls. He took a glance at her out of the corner of his eye, remembering the times they had together and smirked. She was a good time.[/blockquote][/size]

[tersha.alara.knight]

"Knight, looks like you're enjoying yourself!"

Well, well, well, if it wasn't the booming voice of Caleb Etherns. Tersha took the liberty of opening her eyes to watch him approach from across the grounds, teasing about her 'gnome abuse', and dropping down into the grass beside her. She grinned and shook her head. "I treat you well enough, don't I?" she shot back, looking him over with mild appreciation. Though she might have just implied it, Caleb was far from gnome-like. He was exceptionally tall, and handsome, with a cheeky smile and friendly eyes. Definitely one of the school's hotties, even if he could be a bit of an arrogant jerk. Tersha liked him. Liked him so much that they had a bit of a history. Nothing too serious, mind, but enough to make her smile whenever she thought about it. She was very easy in his company.

"Nice hair," she commented, a little sarcastically. True, he had bed-head down to a fine art, and even when he was being battered by wind it still managed to look good. Maybe it was just him, in general. Wow. She really needed to stop with that train of thought. "So what are you doing down here? Don't you have other girls to string along? Or lessons to not pay attention in?" She stuck her tongue out at him, even if what she had said was perfectly true.

He wasn't perfect. He had a lot of flaws, and Tersha wasn't afraid to poke fun of them. She turned to lay on her stomach in order to see him better, legs sticking up in the air behind her, as she tilted her head to survey him properly. He could be so great. She had always thought so. If he bothered to clean up his act and put a bit of effort into the right things. She sometimes told him so, in quieter moments, but she feared nothing would ever come of it, anyway. Maybe he would calm down a bit one he was matched. She began to pluck blades of grass from the ground, lining them up just so on his chest as she imagined him settling down with some girl and losing his sense of fun. A small frown appeared on her forehead.