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Post by meme2 on Jan 15, 2013 0:35:16 GMT -5
 Parties and drinking were just something that Kallie always did. It was the only time she really let loose and was herself. Someone nicer to be around than she usually was. And when students talked about what she did the next morning, she blamed it on the alcohol. Everyone blamed it on the alcohol when they did something they wouldn’t normally do so it was nothing new. Kallie wished she acted differently but when she was out, she drank a lot. Most of the time she didn’t even remember what or who she did the night before but all she ever knew was that she had a good time. She had done some stupid things in the past but no one remembered that once she was mean again. Once she was mean, everything was back to normal and no one seemed to remember what happened the night before. Last night was one for the books. It was a great party and Kallie drank so much she remembered slightly dancing on top of a table or desk. She was dancing on top of something and that was really fun. She also slightly remembered making out with some guy towards the end of the party but the rest was hazy.
Kallie only started to wake up because she felt the warm sunlight on her skin. That was different for her because she was used to living underneath the lake. She moved slightly not wanting to wake just yet but her headache was in full force. There was definitely a little man inside her head with a hammer just pounding away. She groaned and flipped over onto her back, her arm hitting something someone in the process. That woke her up pretty quickly. Kallie sat up, making sure to bring the blankets up with her only to see they were a crimson color. The blankets weren’t green. Problem number one. “Shit,” she mumbled looking around. How in the world did she end up in Gryffindor? How drunk was she last night? Kallie only then remembered that she was also sharing a bed with a Gryffindor. She should leave now but she knew she had to know who it was. Kallie looked back at the guy next to her and could have screamed.
“Wake up, dumbass.” Kallie said quietly not wanting to wake his dorm mates and shoving his shoulder. They would kill her for being in the Gryffindor tower and then Sirius for sleeping with her. At least it was only Sirius Black, Kallie knew she could have picked a worse guy to sleep with but still it was Sirius Black; problem number two.. The Gryffindor always intrigued her because he was just like her! He bullied kids and acted all high and mighty. Kallie acted the same way but she was in Slytherin and he was in Gryffindor. Well there went her reputation, she slept with a Gryffindor. She laid back down on the bed covering her face with her hands and letting out another groan. This was too much to process with the headache she was handling. This was also the moment Kallie realized her clothes were nowhere to be seen; problem number three.
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Post by siriusblack on Jan 18, 2013 0:28:01 GMT -5
 If there was a party going on at Hogwarts, Sirius knew about it. Sirius was there. He would make the argument that it wasn’t a party unless he was there; that could just be his big head talking, but he certainly did have a point. He had a habit of bringing liveliness wherever he went. Sirius just being himself was loud, energetic, flirty, and wild; throw alcohol into the mix and all these traits are just amplified. Because of this and a buildup of tolerance, he was a guy that could handle his alcohol well. He maintained a lot of stability and control – as much as can be said for even the soberest of Sirius Blacks. But, he was human, after all, and like everyone else, he woke up in the mornings after with a spotty memory and a pounding headache.
It was not, however, every time that he woke up to the phrase, “wake up, dumbass.” Often times he had company, yes, and every time, he dreaded the very idea of consciousness the moment he woke to face the day. Even this harsh awakening was not very strong motivation to remove his face from his pillow. Even without opening his eyes, the familiarity of the situation told him it was his bed he lie in – even less reason to want to get up and get going. However, as he heard a groan from the body next to him, he begrudgingly accepted the fact that his night’s sleep was over, and his curiosity as to who shared his bed pushed him to finally open his eyes and push himself into a semi-upright position.
Sirius had to admit, he was surprised to see her, but as soon as he did, it seemed to fit with the greeting he was given. He theatrically looked over both of his bare shoulders as if expecting someone else to be there; but no, his sleeping roommates were their only other company. “Play nice, Nott,” he said in bleary response. “There’s no need to talk to my roommates like that.” Telling Kallie to play nice was, as he knew, in vain, as was pretending like he didn’t know it was he who was called the dumbass. It’s not like it was something he hadn’t heard before. He was still working on figuring out how it was that he and Kallie had ended up together – the haughty, bullying Slytherin girl who embodied all that he detested, and everything that interested him at the same time. "I don't understand," he said aloud, voicing his own confused thoughts as he continued to peer at her through a curtain of black hair, as if still trying to process that it was her.
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Post by meme2 on Jan 24, 2013 18:16:34 GMT -5
Kallie had no idea how she ended up in this situation. She was pretty sure her drunk self would have stopped her from going up to the Gryffindor tower and sleeping with a Gryffindor but apparently not. She didn’t even remember seeing Sirius at the party last night but she knew he must have been there. He would never sleep with her sober so he must have been pretty drunk. But right now more than anything she wanted some clothing. Being under the blankets with Sirius just wasn’t cutting it. Why did they have to come back to his room? For once in her life she wouldn’t have minded a broom closest at least she wouldn’t have remembered who she slept with and wouldn’t have to wake up next to him. Yet drunk her was definitely testing her sober self by having her wake up here. There would be no drinking for a while after she made it out of this tower.
Play nice? Kallie let out a short laugh that sounded anything but funny. She was sure she was nice to Sirius last nice, probably the nicest she has ever been to him. Good thing was he probably didn’t remember any of that right now. Later on she might start to remember things from the night before and Kallie was sure she might too but would she say anything about it? No. “Don’t mention my name,” Kallie said in a low voice, looking around to see if any of his roommates were waking up. Thankfully it was still early and his friends were sleeping. “Do you want your roommates to know you slept with me? I don’t think so.” Potter would kill her surely for how she bullied Evans and then Lupin would probably just go along with the whole thing. Kallie couldn’t remember the other boy who hung around them but he would undoubtedly follow his friends.
It was nice to know Sirius was just as confused as she was. However it still made her want to laugh when he said he didn’t understand. She didn’t however because that would be nice Kallie. And for some reason she felt like she should almost act nice to Sirius but that wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t drunk and he might just remember her being nice now. “Well you see when two people are drunk and apparently my standards disappear, we sleep together.” She told him giving him a bit of a smirk as she looked over at him. Only this man could she hate and be attracted to at the same time. She hated him for being in Gryffindor and for possibly almost being just like her. But he being like her was also the attraction too. She was so used to Slytherins that Sirius was something different. “Now let’s try and get me out of here quietly. Preferably with no Gryffindors seeing me and with clothes on.”
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Post by siriusblack on Jan 29, 2013 23:41:23 GMT -5
Though it took a moment for his sleep-clogged brain to comprehend that it was, in fact, Kallie Nott that he woke up next to, Sirius seemed much more able to shrug off the fact than his counterpart. Naturally, he questioned his drunk self for picking her of all people to sleep with, because her personality was so repulsive and so against everything he stood for… but then again, ‘personality’ didn’t often factor into Sirius’s mental equation when it came to assessing women. At least it was somewhat reassuring that drunk Sirius found Kallie to be as hot as sober Sirius found her. Foul attitude aside, she was quite the looker. Besides, her personality wasn’t all too different from his own, which was perhaps the weirdest part of the whole dilemma. Perhaps if they weren’t so stubborn in their own beliefs, they’d get along well. However, that wasn’t something he planned on finding out about any time soon, and given the stricken look on her face, that wasn’t on the top of her to-do list either.
A mischievous smirk appeared on Sirius’s face as he read into the panicky look on Kallie’s face. She must’ve been absolutely devastated to have slept with him. It would be offensive it wasn’t so amusing. “I don’t think that’s relevant here,” Sirius said, as he was asked if he wanted his roommates to find out. The honest answer was no, but he didn’t mind either. They were all his friends, so they’d all get over it in a matter of seconds. “The real issue is that you don’t want my roommates finding out about me sleeping with you. Me, I just want you to be nice.” This wasn’t exactly true, but Sirius was ready to have some fun now. He wouldn’t be as intrigued with her if she was nice. If she wasn’t the bully that she was. That was also why it was going to be so entertaining to push her to be nice. Of course, it may very well have the opposite effect and get her to show her really mean side, but either way, Sirius was going to make the most of it. “For example,” he continued. “A simple ‘good morning, Sirius,’ would suffice at this hour.”
Again, a comment that could possibly be insulting went right through Sirius, because he was far too amused at what he thought was an overreaction. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said to her in a falsely consoling voice. “You could only resist my charm for so long. It was only a matter of time.” He matched her smirk with a cheerful grin that she could only resent at this hour in the morning and with the stress she was in. It was only when she mentioned it that he noticed her clothes were nowhere to be found. And his memory from last night failed to produce any inkling of where they could possibly be; and even if it did, he wasn’t sure he’d tell her. “Hmm, I don’t know, that sounds awfully like we’d have to cooperate, and I’m not sure I’m down for that…” he said thoughtfully, purposefully dragging it out. “Besides, I think the whole no-clothes thing is a good look for you. It complements you,” he added suggestively with another smirk.
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