the wordplay, isaac & noah

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all about the wordplay,

"Excuse me!"

[/b] Finding one's way through the halls of Hogwarts Castle between class sessions was nearly impossible. To the point where trodding through the river of black robes was ferociously similar to attempting to push through a solid brick wall. "Move please!" The short mumblings of Philippa Ryder implied that she was learning this simple lesson the hard way. Unfortunately, by the fast patter of her feet, it was also suggested that the young Gryffindor was in quite the rush. "Sorry!" One could only assume, by the manner in which she was looking back over her right shoulder, that she was also running from someone. With Pippa, these two instances often went hand in hand.

The pursuer today was a surprisingly agile Minerva McGonagall. Not thirty minutes ago, Pippa had been sitting at a rickety table in the Transfiguration classroom. Professor McGonagall herself had been pacing at the head of the room, explaining the benefits of a longer-lasting transfiguration, despite the added effort. Pippa, however, wouldn't have known this. At her spot, she sat with her chin in her palm, mind running rampant on anything but the means of the proper wand tunings for such a spell. This anything was more specific than the average anything; Pippa couldn't stop going over the workings of what had happened in Gryffindor Tower a mere two nights ago. And again yesterday. She had been in denial about it for a little while, but, now, she couldn't bring herself down from that high. Her and Noah Marks, kissing. Them, now together. Together. To-gether. Together. She had run the word through her head multiple times during that class, adding flair to different syllables with each run, and each time smiling a bit wildly.

McGonagall, however, in her ever present wisdom, must have honed in on Pippa's complete lack of mental awareness. The aging woman had an impeccable sense of omniscience. And despite -- or possibly because of -- knowing Pippa was the single student who would be unable to recite a single word said within the last hour, McGonagall had targeted her for a question. Their loving relations knew no bounds.

Pippa, of course, hadn't heard the bemused voice at first. It wasn't until the Professor cleared her throat in anticipation did her neck snap, brain finding reality. Pippa's lips had taken off without her -- even now, bumping in between two sixth year Ravenclaws, Pippa had no idea what had managed to escape past her unfortunately loose lips. Whatever it had been, it had been the wrong string of words. And, as McGonagall had dismissed the Seventh years, her dismal gaze had fallen purposefully upon the blonde already trotting for the door.

"Miss Ry--" The 'RY'. The 'RY' always got her. Pippa's eyes undoubtedly had widened at the first few letters of her name, very aware that McGonagall was most likely eying the back of her head. Without waiting to hear the remainder of her surname, Pippa had speedily ducked over the threshold. She had felt no need to stay behind and explain herself to the Gryffindor Head of House, not to mention the fact that a particular past prank had gone unaccounted for. So, with the potential of two detentions in the air, she could have only hope that the Professor had assumed Pippa to yet again been deaf to her beckonings.

Naturally, this was utterly wishful thinking, and the last glance back between strayed locks of hair had shown McGonagall's figure turning the corner, one brow arched high. Pippa was now stuck behind a gaggle of Slytherin girls, all looking to be no older than their fifth year. She tried to bring her slender frame around them to no avail. Through them also failed. "Oh c'mon," she groaned, sure McGonagall was just a few black robes back. The girls simply giggled in return. And continued on about how they all found the Burbage brothers to be quite adorable. If Pippa hadn't have been otherwise preoccupied, she would have enjoyed this more, provide a wide smirk and some input. But, instead she was forced to resort to other means. Apologizing to one particularly small girl in her mind, she slipped her wand from her sleeve, giving the girl's back a quick tap.

The girl gave a short squeal as a shock of harmless electricity nipped at her. With a small hop, the Slytherin's shoulders turned, creating a small gap between her and one of her friends, the subject of the littlest one's now narrowed glare. Pippa was surprised to hear the blame placed upon her friend, slightly confused by the bickering that followed. Still, with the two friends now facing each other, the room between them was just enough for Pippa to slip unnoticed past, only to round a stone column and find herself in the Courtyard.

McGonagall's voice drifted less-than-delicately to her ears now and Pippa's steps slowed to a normal speed. Apparently, the two girls' bickering had been enough to deter Pippa's pursuer. Her lips pursed in a mix of pride and unexpected pleasure. Little did they know, but those Slytherin girls were her heroes of the day.

She laughed at her luck, eventually dropping her napsack besides an empty bench across the open area. Taking a seat herself, she pulled her legs up and under her only to glance around awkwardly. She finally exhaled. Unfortunately, by losing McGonagall, she had also lost any friends to help pass the time. Or to watch with her as the results of her little stint unfolded. So, instead, she leaned back some and watched herself.

Feeling a little guilty for finding it funny.

She was fairly certain this made her a bad person.

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notes: Blahh, I'm really bad at starting threads. Sorry! I didn't know where to stick 'em. XD Hope it was all right to go off of! `` pippa & isaac & noah

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s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] The tiny wisps of magic acted as though they were a miniature firework display. The colors and the pops from his wand only added to the spectacle. Sitting up against a tree in the courtyard, Isaac enjoyed the fresh air and the plush grass as he lazily fiddled with the diminutive, kaleidoscopic explosions. The school year had hardly started and he already felt trapped. It was a blessing to be able to relax outside. Sooner than Isaac would like, the weather would turn cold and there would be no loitering on the lawn without decent clothing or a warming charm. But for now, he was going to enjoy the time of boredom that in-between classes provided by lingering in the courtyard and filling his empty minutes with a light show. This break was warm-welcomed after such a dull and monotonous transfiguration lesson. True, transfiguration was one of Isaac's favorite subjects but when classes consist of drawn-out lectures, he loses interest quickly. Isaac couldn't wait for the classes when McGonagall would provide them with a spell and something to transfigure and simply allow her students to "have at it." Though they happened to be the days that produced more injuries, he wouldn't keep it a secret that there was something special about hands-on learning. It was a evanescent, quite loud, squeal that brought his mind forth from its own recesses. Snapping his head up, Isaac's curiosity forced him to search for the owner of such an outbursts the flick of his wand to cease the color-bursts with a sudden snap. By the sounds of it, it had been a girl - either that or a very unlucky boy - surely a student of one of the lower years. Nothing met his inquiring, sapphire eyes as Isaac peered about the courtyard; it must've been someone inside the castle then, with a voice that had a knack for carrying. His shoulders rose and fell as an indifferent shrug to himself. As time crept along more and more fellow students leaked from the castle to the grounds and, in attempts to curb his boredom, Isaac scoured for an acquaintance of his. Much to his dismay, many of the students milling and fraternizing about the lawn, were much younger than he. A dejected sigh tumbled gracelessly from his lips. It was then when something out of the far reaches of his peripheral vision snatched his attention. Peering up, once again to pinpoint the thing that grasped his concentration, Isaac's cerulean eyes locked on a slightly disgruntled-looking Gryffindor. The familiarity of her stride towards a near-by bench immediately registered in his mind as Pippa Ryder. The corners of Isaac's mouth pulled up into a devious grin. Pippa Ryder. The blonde Gryffindor he's had his sights on for quite some time now. Of course, Isaac had his sights on many different girls but ever since first year he was always fond of her sassy humor and witty remarks. The two had actually just had class together but he made the executive decision to skip out early on the lecture. He wasn't listening anyways; he wouldn't learn any more by sitting cooped-up in a stuffy classroom. Then the crushing wave of reality smashed Isaac into the rocky shore of rue. A dull pout etched its way into his acute features. Noah. Noah Marks. The trio had always been bantering buddies, but as of recent, Noah, Pippa's fellow Gryffindor, had been making his feelings blatantly obvious in Isaac's sight. Where it was impossible for him to not have feelings for Pippa, he knew very well that there would be no future us for him and his blonde infatuation. It was simply a kitten-crush that had turned into a pleasant habit. There was no doubt Isaac was a selfish Slytherin but he preferred to keep from hurting other people, if at all possible. Especially people that could throw a decent snide remark back at him in jest that he respected and considered a friend. Sadly enough, Noah Marks was one of those people. Yet another dejected sigh caught in his throat. Standing, and shouldering his satchel, Isaac decided to still fill his time with someone as opposed to a sparkle spectacle. And who better than Pippa? It wasn't until then that the wonderful awareness collided with his conscious. Noah was no where to be seen. What was a bit of harmless flirting with a girl so oblivious to romance, you'd have to blow-up a hippogriff for her to notice? Isaac found himself chuckling ever-lightly as he strode over to the lovely Pippa, taking on a conceited swagger, knowing full-well, his over-bounding confidence would be subject to fun-making. "Oi, Pippa!" he called as he neared her. "I don't know what is more depressing, McGonagall's dead-rubber lecture or that you actually stayed to listen!" The cocky, one-sided smile stayed glued to Isaac's mouth as he plopped on the bench next to her with a purposeful, heavy exhale. Isaac dropped his bag carelessly on the ground next to him. Giving Pippa an over-stated wink, he slumped into the back of the chair, leisurely draping both of his arms over it. After breaking out into a full-toothy grin, Isaac couldn't help but let out a good-natured chuckle, already basking in the presence of one of his favorite habits.

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[pipparyder]

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all about the wordplay,

Pippa was very decidedly not the type of person to spend her days alone. Unless tucked away in a dusty corner of the darkened library, the young Gryffindor much rather preferred to have friends at her side to share in the laughter, excitement, and even -- no, especially -- the discipline. She was in no way the lone ranger. Now, her eyes gleamed restlessly as she glanced about the crowded courtyard. She caught the gaze of several second and third years, cocking her brow for each as if to nudge them and ask if they had just witnessed the little stunt she had mustered. Every one, in turn, seemed convinced that Pippa was trying to pull something over on them, and instead, took an astounding amount of sudden interest in the ground. Because apparently cobble stones were more entertaining than the older girl.

Pippa allowed for a defeated sigh, her weight falling against the back of the seat. Her triumphant getaway wasn't nearly as impressive if there was no one around to be impressed by it. Obviously, this little joke would be staying between herself and the Gryffindor Head of House. Minerva McGonagall, Pippa's greatest admirer. There was sarcasm dripping off even the thought. That sentiment would only be deemed true if assigning detentions was suddenly considered a sign of affection. And, last she checked, it wasn't. No sane individual wrapped up detention slips for Christmas gifts...except, perhaps Professor Snape.

Her teeth pulled delicately at her lower lip as she took to wondering where her own detention partner could be. Noah would have laughed and appreciated it all! He probably would have come up with something even better to add! And maybe he could have explained to her just what she had uninterestedly said in class. That would have been much more easy-going than allowing her mind to jump off on the possibilities. Unfortunately, there were a number of embarrassing things which could have passed by her distracted vocal filter.

Pippa paused for but a moment, her eyes falling on the archways surrounding the courtyard. Her teeth halted their gentle gnawing, leaving her lip slightly plump and red. Pippa's mind had jumped back to the feel of his lips against hers, and those damned butterflies. She wanted to kiss him again! And again. It was addicting, even more so than she had ever imagined! That was saying something, too. One corner of her mouth drew upwards into a smile as her gaze glazed over, her mind replaying the other night still.

Oi, Pippa! Her reverie broke, her neck turning so quickly that she was fairly certain she had every chance of suffering from whiplash now. The motion caused her light locks to twirl wildly about her, her chin tilting towards the call. Her hand took to brushing locks of hair from her view, all the while her smile growing into a wicked smirk, wide enough to add to her potential crow's feet. Oi. Oi.

She'd know that cocky tone anywhere! But, when she did spot the unmistakable swagger of the Slytherin headed her way, Pippa took off laughing without shame. "Isaac Burbage," she started, trying to suppress her laughter, but to no avail, "I see no one's had the decency to teach you how to walk properly." Pippa teased him innocently, playing at the confidence that came with each and every one of his steps closer.

"I don't know what's more depressing, McGonagall's dead-rubber lecture or that you actually stayed to listen?" Pippa let out a tsk of air as Isaac sat down besides her, rolling her eyes lightly at his heavy exhale. She found herself easily mirroring his coy smile, overjoyed to have something to relieve her of this boredom...but, more so, someone else to joke along with. Lucky for her, that was just their relationship, too.

Pippa considered Isaac one of her very good friends, a bantering buddy, and admittedly an unlikely one at that. Pippa had received her fair share of questions and raised brows from the lion house for being so friendly with a Slytherin. There was no doubt in her mind that Isaac had heard it all, too, and then some. Still, as far as Pippa was concerned, the seventh year was the exception to the rivalry rule and she had no problem sticking up for the confident Burbage boy. Even if she wouldn't go about telling him that...didn't need to go and add to his ego!

"Hey now, not all of us are delinquents," she retorted quickly, chuckling at his animated wink and wrinkling her nose some in response. The backwardness and hypocrisy of that statement, especially in light of her record, was lost on the blond girl. Her eyes were wide and bright -- she could go for one of their happy little sparring matches! "Some of us have plans for later that don't include detention with McGonagall, ya know!"

notes: I'M. SO. SORRY!! `` pippa & isaac & noah

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