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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Jan 6, 2008 21:17:28 GMT -5
Donall heard the footsteps before he even realized there was anybody walking after him. He turned around to find it was the Knight. He gave him a tight lipped smile, in an attempt of politeness, but wasn't too successful.
"Everything alright? I'm going home. Ha, home. It's no home," he said, bitterly. "I leave this afternoon..." Then he spat out, "A surprise."
He kept walking until they were farther from the Great Hall. "I don't know when I'll be back," he said, almost in a whisper.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Jan 6, 2008 19:16:56 GMT -5
Tuesday morning and Don was in no mood to be at the breakfast table. He would have much rather been sleeping in his bed, alone in his dorm room. He had no choice but to be seated with his peers, picking at his food.
At the arrival of the mail, however, he set down his empty fork and took the letter from his owl's leg. He unraveled the parchment and it read:
Son, We have arranged with the Headmistress that you will be coming home this afternoon. You will stay until we deem it permissible for you to leave. Do not argue, and do not even think of running.
Your mother and I are extremely disappointed in you.
The letter wasn't signed, but Don knew the handwriting well. He was to be sent home for the time being, for what purpose he did not know.
He crumpled the parchment in his hand and shoved his plate out of the way, making a bit of noise. He then stalked out of the Great Hall without a glance back at his table.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 30, 2007 9:44:03 GMT -5
After opening his small amount of gifts in his Common Room, Donall made his way to the Great Hall for Christmas breakfast.
He walked in a little later than most, but he didn't mind. He was't there to socialize, really. He wasn't even sure who had stayed over the break, anyway. He would see when he got there.
He slipped in the Hall quietly enough, and looked around at the decorations. They were nice and homey; very much into the Christmas spirit, as always. This was his sixth year staying at the castle for the holidays.
He sat down at the end of the table on the opposite side of the first years and the sixth year Ravenclaw he vaguely recognized from his classes. He assumed Alora had gone home for Christmas; she was nowhere to be seen. At least that was a good thing, no need for any more awkward moments at a time like this.
A plate of food appeared before him and he ate quietly, occasionaly listening in on the conversation happening accoss from him.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 25, 2007 20:42:07 GMT -5
At the touch of Alora's hand on his arm, Don turned his head to look at her. He nodded to her words, and then watched her leave. He felt that it was better to be civil with this girl than to fight like they always had. What was the point of fighting with someone if you didn't even really know them?
He smiled a genuine smile, a rare occurence, and then walked over to the bench he had been sitting on earlier. He sat and pondered, as the rest of the Ball went on.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 24, 2007 16:30:57 GMT -5
Don spent the rest of his time dancing, not speaking to Alora, and trying to just enjoy himself. He never gave nay thought to enjoying himself at Balls and whatnot, but this year, along with his changes in other areas, having fun wouldn't be so bad, either.
He thought to himself. 'This isn't so bad, really. Dancing, having fun. And neither's doing it all with this girl...' Shaking his head, he changed his thought processes. 'Na... Nothing to do with her. This is just entertaining.'
...Or so he liked to think.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 23, 2007 18:38:02 GMT -5
Dónall smiled at Alora as he danced, and listened to her advice on his moves. He eased up on the dancing, a bit, and in time he set into a good rythm, moving just right. He was a quick learner.
He yelled over the music, "This isn't as bad as I thought!"
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 23, 2007 8:49:30 GMT -5
With a small smirk, Don answered the Ravenclaw girl. "Well, I have this nasty habit these days of doing things least expected of me. So I suppose my answer'll be yes. Let's."
And with that he didn't wait for Alora, again, and went right into the crowd to begin dancing. He moved in time with the music, doing whatever it was that people did when dancing to that kind of music. [OOC: I have no idea!]
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 22, 2007 19:55:03 GMT -5
Don realized too late that his smile might have given him away. He wished it hadn't, he wasn't ready to really face the consequences of doing something nice for someone.
As he quickly contemplated that, he waved back at Thomas who had ony just arrived at the Ball. Interesting costume, Angelo. he thought. It was an interesting costume, indeed.
And then, Alora chimed in saying she believed him, that he didn't know anything about her shoes. And then... 'Oh bollocks, she knows!'
"Err... I'll keep that in mind for next time, thanks." he said, nervously. Then as Alora turned her attention back to the profesor and the bassist, he had a little trouble deciding whether to flee the scene or to honestly and directly face up to what he had done.
He chose the latter. Touching her arm, lightly, to get her attention again, he spoke. "Yes, Alora, with a simple charm, I fixed your shoes."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 20, 2007 17:59:42 GMT -5
Dónall watched the band, trying not to laugh at what he had secretly done for the Ravneclaw girl. If he ignored it, maybe he wouldn't really feel the positive effect that doing something for someone gave him. It felt so strange to him.
At Alora's question, though, he turned to her and attempted to hide his actions. "Me? I haven't the faintest idea how your shoes magically got better. Maybe one of your Housemates decided to practice some Transfiguration or Charms or something, though why one would want to do some practicing and schoolwork at a time like this is beyond me... " He was babbling and a small smile itched to come out, and he was too late to stop it; a smile spread across his lips.
He merely turned his gaze back to the band. The less he said, the less of a chance of her realizing it had been him who tampered with her shoes.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 19, 2007 17:06:54 GMT -5
Don looked inquisitively at Alora. "Really, just like that? It's like magic or something!" He said, with a playful smile.
Taking a step in the direction of the stage, he said, "I think I'll get a bit closer to the stage, to enjoy the music better." He walked a bit further, and then, turned around, "You coming? Your shoes can't be an excuse now."
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 19, 2007 15:48:41 GMT -5
Dónall could tell that Alora was uncomfortable, and decided to leave the subject of her shoes alone, after he did a sneaky thing. He pulled his wand a little out of his sleeve and muttered a quick spell under his breath. Her shoes would, hopefully, fit better now, and she wouldn't wobble like a penguin anymore.
Looking for something, anything else, to talk about, Don said the first thing that popped into his mind. "So... wicked band, eh?"
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 18, 2007 17:35:06 GMT -5
Dónall was seated near the table with the pumpkin juic goblts, and his eyes fllowed Alora as she downed the refreshment. He wanted to go say hello or some other such words. She looked very pretty tonight... for a Ravenclaw.
He shook is head, as if to shake away the thought, and mentally reminded himself, You tolerate each other, that's all, Kennedy!
Getting up from his perch he crossed over the Great Hall to where Alora sat and walked right up to her. "You should do something about those shoes," he said, smiling playfully.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 17, 2007 18:59:52 GMT -5
Dónall finally caught the Ravenclaw's eye, and held the gaze for a few seconds before she realized who she was looking at and amusingly lost her bearings. He chuckled to himself at the humor of it, watching her try to cover it up nonchalantly. He hid his smile behind his goblet of pumpkin juice.
He decided he would go talk to her, but later on in the evening. This way he could give her time to forget the little episode that had just occured.
His attention was brought back to the big black night creature that was wandering the Ball. It was a wicked costume, and Don thought he'd like to know who it really was underneath the facade.
Still seated on his bench, he listened contently to the band's music, enjoying the beat and tapping his foot along with it.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 16, 2007 17:37:37 GMT -5
Dónall wore a long green blazer with long coat-tails, over a plain white shirt with a ruffled collar. His pants were the same dark forest shade of green as his jacket.
He was dressed very classy and not quite in a costume, but still interestingly enough to be considered differently dressed.
He walked into the Great Hall, admiring the decorations, silently praising the Headmistress on a job well done. The decorations had never been this wondrous before, and seeing as this was the Headmistress' first time planning a Ball, he knew it could only be due to her gifted planning.
He wandered the Hall a bit, taking in the sights, and stopping briefly in front of the stage to watch the band tune up.They seemed just about ready to begin, he thought.
He continued forward, making his way to the refreshment table, and a bench nearby. He grabbed a goblet of pumpkin juice juice and sat down on the bench to await the official start of the Ball.
From Dónall's experience so far, it was known that the Ball only started once the band began their first song.
As he sat and waited, he caught sight of the Jannings girl, looking pretty in a black dress with white netting, and a flower near her left shoulder. She looked a little shaky on those shoes, though. Funny that he should notice her right away; they hadn't run into each other since the encounter that had brought about a civil truce between them. He tried to catch her eye.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 18, 2007 15:29:24 GMT -5
Don nodded in appreciation, he could completely understand Thomas' predicament with the Charms office. It was always easier when there were aesthetically pleasing things involved.
"Soon we'll be sent off to our Common Room with our Head of House and Prefects." said Dónall, in a bored voice. "Never is soon enough..."
And, with that, Dónall focused his attention back onto the food in his plate and ate in comfortable silence, awaiting the time when they could return to their House.
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