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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 18, 2012 19:21:25 GMT -5
'Ah, the secret common room party.' Sidney mused as she looked down on the crowds of people milling about below. Bottles of butterbeer were being passed, music blared, and more people seemed to be coming in by the second.
Even though she was a sixth year, Sidney was seeing all of this with fresh eyes. She had never gone to one of these, always finding some reason to hide away in her room with her nose in a book. However, lately she had been looking for ways to be more social. She didn't want to keep being this invisible girl who people accidentally sat on anymore. She wanted to be like Peter. Well, she wanted people to like her like they liked Peter.
Except she was at a loss. What did one do at these things? She had seen teen parties on muggle television but they all involved swimming pools, cops, and questionable outfits. Would someone conjure a pool? She doubted the cops would come and Filch would only come if Mrs. Norris wasn't high on catnip. She had watched herself as the brightest minds in her house, minus herself, cast the Muffliato charm to keep others from hearing.
Sighing, Sidney pulled out her wand and pointed at a bottle of butterbeer, bringing it to her level as a few people caught sight and then lost interest. Popping the cap on the iron rail she leaned against the post and hummed along to the song playing.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 19, 2012 20:05:39 GMT -5
Agriba after hours parties were always a good time, and this one was no exception, proving to be well worth hitching a ride up to their common room. Thanking the 5th year Wonderland girl who'd doing the flying, Peter surveyed the room, evaluating his options. Game of exploding snap off to one side, Wizarding Wireless blaring in another. And was that...
No, it couldn't be. But it was. Peter took advantage of the distracting ruckus caused by what appeared to be an entire case of dung bombs being exploded at once and slipped up next to her unseen. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, in his cheesiest voice, then took a pull of his own butterbeer bottle.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 19, 2012 20:34:48 GMT -5
Sidney watched a group of people dancing below her and hadn't noticed anyone come close to her. Too lost in imagining what it would be like to be that carefree and have that much fun was she to notice Peter. Until he talked that was.
Sidney jumped, her bottle almost slipping from her hand as her squeak was swallowed up by the music. Glancing over at him with eyes that shot foam daggers, she watched him as he drank his butterbeer. The smirk he still held and that glimmer in his eyes. The way his adam's apple bobbed with each - "One day, Peter." Sidney started, effectively cutting off her thoughts, a breathy, recuperating, laugh leaving her, "One day I am going to hex the hell out of you for scaring me."
Looking down at her bottle, Sidney shrugged. "I kinda live here. Have for six years now. Why wouldn't a girl like me be in a place like this?" She didn't even believe herself. How was Peter supposed to believe her?
"Okay, okay, I was curious. I have lived here for six years and always avoided going to these things. Better late then never though. Right?" Raising her bottle in a mock cheers Sidney took a drink and went back to staring at the crowd which had seemed to grow in the few seconds she had looked away.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 19, 2012 21:05:33 GMT -5
Peter took another drink, letting the bottle occupy his mouth instead of the usual stream of teasing and bullshit. "Why?" He said, almost before the bottle left his lips. It was never something he'd thought about before, but now that he had, he was genuinely curious. "Why did you always avoid them?"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 19, 2012 21:22:10 GMT -5
Leaning against the rail, Sidney shrugged. She had reasons but nothing that seemed as substantial as it had before. "I had work to do. Didn't see the point in going to parties when there was more important stuff to do." Only problem was that Sidney wanted to be down there. She wanted to sneak firewhiskey and laugh with friends. She wanted to dance and sing at the top of her lungs. She wanted to be sixteen and have fun.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 21, 2012 21:52:54 GMT -5
"More important?" Peter replied, incredulously, "What's more important than fun?" Without pausing, he pushed forward, answering his own question. "Nothing, that's what. Make me a promise, darling," He commanded, the idea came to him suddenly and Peter ran with it. "No more working during parties."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 21, 2012 22:05:45 GMT -5
Sidney laughed softly at his display. He made it all seem so easy. "Deal." she said looking at him. "No more working during parties."
She wanted to keep her end of the deal and sitting here on the outskirts was enjoyable. For instance she now knew that tomorrow when everyone was talking about who Misty made out with that she wouldn't be as clueless as she normally was. Maybe she could even participate in the conversation.
"Teach me how to have fun." She said a moment later without thinking, the words jumping from her lips before her mind could stop them from escaping.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 22, 2012 7:52:03 GMT -5
Peter had been taking another drink and nearly choked. "Teach you to what?" He sputtered out once he lowered the bottle. "This isn't because of what I said the other weekend in The Wood?" Peter felt a little guilty about snapping at her and telling her fun was in the opposite direction. "Is it?"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 22, 2012 9:33:46 GMT -5
"No, no" Sidney said as she shook her head, "I was already heading this direction. That was just another nudge." She wasn't lying. While his comment that day had stung, she did see truth in it.
"Peter," she started a second later, "I am going to be completely honest with you. I can count the number of friends I have here on a little more than one hand; acquaintances probably would break twenty. Only one of those 'friends' considers me the same as far as I know and that is Isa. I would say you as well but sometimes I wonder y'know? But moving on, I am invisible and it's my fault because I made myself that way. I want to learn how to have fun." She had turned toward him, her hip resting against the rail as she played with the label of her bottle. She sounded like such a loser. She felt like such a loser. She shouldn't have asked Peter or at least not here. Her sad existence probably ruined the party for him. Shaking her head she turned back to the party and using her wand, hovered her bottle down to an almost overflowing trashcan on the floor.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 22, 2012 9:50:45 GMT -5
"I consider you a friend," as usual, Peter had latched onto the part of the story that was about him, but the words were said with no teasing or mocking. He was just genuinely surprised she didn't think the same. Peter was always surprised when people didn't think and act just like he did.
"Okay." he nodded decisively. "I'll help you. That's what friends do, right?" Serious moment passed, Peter was all grins and teasing again.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 22, 2012 11:07:17 GMT -5
He considered her a friend. Finally having confirmation of that Sidney felt a warmth spread through her body and a smile spread across her face. She and Peter were definitely friends. Repeating it in her head it still sounded foreign.
"Yeah. They do." she answered with a smile. She even entertained hugging him but thought that might go too far. "So what is my first lesson?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "And speaking of lessons, you have another on Thursday just to remind you."
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 24, 2012 19:19:10 GMT -5
"Ugh, okay, first off," David started with an eyeroll. "Don't call them lessons. that makes it sound like class. Class is Not Fun." He gave her a meaningful look and motioned with the neck of the butterbeer bottle to emphasize the last two words to make sure it was clear.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 24, 2012 19:27:04 GMT -5
"Right." Sidney said with a decisive nod. She wanted to argue that class was fun but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. If Peter enjoyed class then she wouldn't be doing a good portion of his assignments. "I won't call them lessons. What is your first tip" she emphasized the word, "for me?"
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 24, 2012 19:55:09 GMT -5
Peter let out a sigh. "Chillax. No seriously, that's my first 'tip'." He made sarcastic air quotes, one hand still holding the bottle as he did. "I can't give you a list of 10 things and that's how you have fun. You just gotta... I don't know, be. We'll hang out more, see where that takes us." It wouldn't be so bad, really, Sidney had her moments.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 24, 2012 20:04:21 GMT -5
Just be? That wasn't Sidney. She was procedural and liked knowing what to do. Just being and flying by the seat of her pants was going to be hard for her. "The fact that you just used 'chillax' really detracts from your cool points." Sidney said with a smile as she looked at him.
He had said they would hang out more and Sidney felt an overwhelming happiness at the thought. She really liked hanging out with Peter. Sadly it made her feel cool but she also did find traces of that elusive fun. Who else would she have agreed to get a tattoo with? "So do you dance at these things or just find a fifth year and a corner?" The music had grown louder so Sidney moved closer, pausing to look around as a pair of girls passed giggling and whispering behind their hands.
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