Feb 3, 2019 6:57:10 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2019 6:57:10 GMT
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Now this is not required or me since this will be my fifth character, but since this is a complex character, i wanted to give a sense of how he roleplays to show how it would be done in my opinion. Feel free to laughArt - Andrew - AdairDriver of the Body Currently------------
"...and wormwood. Stir three times either direction an a glass container," said the Professor holding up the vial as the bell or class switching rang. Over the noise of bags being grabbed and notes scribbled quickly, the professor said loudly "Tonight, do eight inches of scroll on belladonna potions and their effects as related to the ingredients." The groans of the students could be heard as Andrew scribbled final shorthand to another voice. ('S3 glass. H=8"bella P. Eff,') To which he answered "Fine," scribbled it down and added "Over to you Art," and stepped out even as Art responded ('Got it.') Art slipped into control, as they called it the 'driver's seat,' and tapped the button with his wand so it would change to his name. Andrew often thought he was too special to have to do the in-between rooms walking and left it to the others, but Art didn't mind at all. It gave him a chance to look around a lot. He grabbed books and swept them into their bag and got up, moving quickly through the dungeons to the stairs. He dodged students going in both directions, jumped an attempt to trip him and dashed up one of the Hogwarts' staircases at random which put him out a floor to high. Sighing with exasperation, he turned, looked, and saw an opening and dashed down another staircase and barely missed running into a startled sixth year before he jumped off onto his floor just in time.
Followed by curses, he started down the hall, passing a gossipy fifth year he had run across before. ('Bitch,') he heard as he passed then ('Cow.') "Well she has nice ankles," Art said as he let the girl and her friend's behind merrily chattering away. ('Fine. Cow in pink sandals. Happy?') to the sound of Adair's chuckle in the background. Art smiled to himself and spotted a house mate as he walked down the hallway towards the Library or his study break. "Hey Isabel!" and changed to head her way. She looked up, glanced involuntarily down at the button, and right back up (knowing already by his greeting it was Art) and said "Hey Art, you ready for Charms?" as she fell into step beside him without a pause. "I heard we might be getting papers assigned today," she said as they walked, knowing he would be interested. ('Insufferable Prat,') he heard but said "Really? Cool! You need a partner?" She responded shyly, saying "Sure! If you really want to..." and held out her hand. Without a thought, Art took it seeing no meaning in it but heard ('Ew') as Adair tuned out quickly. Art listened to her talk about their last class together as they walked, running his thumb over the back of her hand and enjoying the feel of her skin, imagining it's texture and spring-a-bility back to shape. ('Oh just do her already,') he heard and said "Hang on, Isa. Andrew, shut up."
He gave her an embarrassed smile as she smiled ('Oh? Did we grow balls? I hadn't noticed...') and said "Is he being a prig again?" to which he nodded. She looked him right in the eye with a charming smile and said "Hi Andrew, fuck you Andrew," and smiled at Art as she recaptured his hand. ('You wish') Art watched her mouth as she cheerfully turned back to talking, admiring the way she flexed it and suddenly was curious about something. They entered the Library and as they passed by the desk of the Librarian, Art said "Isabel, can I touch your lip?" he asked, holding his hand up slightly towards her face. She faltered in speaking for a second and said "Well, why? I mean, go ahead, Art." Andrew mentally rolled his eyes. He reached up his fingers to her lip and ran a finger across her bottom lip at the same time he did one on his. He didn't see the expression on her ace, busy comparing at the moment. Adair tuned back in, said ('Ick,') and tuned back out. "Just wondered if you could feel a difference," he said, wondering about the textures and what purpose they served.
Isabel pickleed her head at him and smiled. "Well, I know you, Art. I'm an easy-" ('slut') "-going person about it. Guess I've gotten used to you all." She laughed and tweaked his nose slightly and added "Even Andrew, you old fuckhead." Art laughed at her, glad she could put up with them so well. "I won't tell you what he said," he said and heard ('Oh the hell with this shit,') and then Andrew turned out as well. "S'okay, I can imagine it was dirty. He usually is," as she held her hand back out and recaptured his before leading him across the room again. He noticed almost immediately how her fingers it so well between his and was about to hold up their hands so he could see if his hand was bigger when he heard Adair come back. ('Och yay, th' library! Okay Art, we need fower books. Lit me ken when yoo're ready tae gang lookin'...oi! There's Fredrick! Teel heem sex o'clock!') to which Art responded "Hang on Isa. Hey Fredrick! 6 pm Adair? Here?" and got a nod and thumbs up from him and a 'Shhhh!' from the Librarian's assistant shelving nearby.
Art, blushing slightly at the reprimand let Isabel guide him to a back table where they slung their bags as she walked of first to get her stuff while he held the table and watched his hips as she walked, seeing the play of her legs from behind. ('Please swatch somewhaur else.') He blushed again, knowing he was being rude from most people's interpretations; after all, Isabel was a friend and a House mate. She was one of the few who really accepted him, although for what reasons he didn't know. She put up with his oddities and liked Adair and even teased Andrew. He just couldn't stop himself from looking, fascinated by the way her body and other's worked. Hell, he watched the boy's in the House as well, but girls were so much better at hiding themselves they remained a big mystery in so many ways. She returned during his musings and he went into the shelves, missing the way she watched him walk as well. Once in the shelves, he said "Okay, Adair, here you go," and slipped out while the other stepped into the seat. If one had watched, you could almost see the smile grow wider and the eyes opened into Adair's more cheerful normal face.
Adair went and found the four books he needed and turned and headed back to the table, stopping short as he saw the girl who he had forgotten about. She glanced up when she saw him stop out of the corner of her eye and seeing his apprehension she said "Art-- no wait, Adair? I don't bite," and motioned at the chair across from her. "Actually, I wondered if I could borrow your history notes a moment? I think I missed something in mine and wanted to check yours against mine." Relieved, Adair sat down and dug out the notebook and handed it over. For ten minutes they worked on homework and notes before she handed it back saying "Thanks, knew I missed something. It's so much easier to look it up with you." The went back to studying in companionable silence for nearly twenty minutes. Adair had to admit she was a bright girl. He had heard her answers in class and thought she sounded on the ball. She was certainly smart enough to figure out he liked silence and was uncomfortable around most people. She had even stopped wearing the horrible black and orange outfit she had on the other day when he told her it brought out the color in her face too much.
In fact, a few girls had been asking his opinion on clothes and matching and actually listened to his words. Those girls he respected, but then again, Fredrick was a book nerd like him. And guys were so much simpler then girls who were emotional, erratic, and so unsure of themselves all the time. Guys were...well...guys. Simple. "Hey Adair?" Startled from his thoughts he glanced up at her and said "Um...yeah?" "Tell Art, I just remembered I was going to meet Patty back at the dorm before class and I forgot when I saw him. Okay?" ('Yeah no problem. I'll see her there.') "He says sure, he'll see ye in Charms." he said in response and she put a hand on his arm. "Thanks, Adair. Talk to you again sometime!" and then she left. Adair watched her go, looked down at his arm where she had touched him and said "Burds." ('Ah, gods above, I hope you never experience puberty, dear Adair.') Rolling his eyes, Adair retorted "Och jist haud yer weesht, Andrew."