back to bright eyes // noah

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noises i play within my head

touch my own skin and hope that i'm still breathing

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,15,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m542/pwbthemes/wood%20backgrounds/DarkWood.gif');,true] CAUSE THEY'RE CALLING Sura was walking down a hallway, and a rather quite one at that. Most of the hallways at Hogwarts looked the same: stone floors and walls, portraits of witches or wizards in all of their glory, statues that were more often than not rather intimidating, and the occasional ghost floating past. As she turned the corner, a group of younger students passed her, chatting noisily about the latest Quidditch match. One bragged rather loudly about their older sibling on one of the teams, the others gobbling his words up with wide and eager eyes. Soon, their voices faded away, and she was alone again. She continued on her way, planning on handing in a paper to one of her Professors. It had taken her a month, and although it wasn't due for another week and a half, she wanted that thing out of her sight. It made her a little nauseous to look at now. As she approached the Professor's door, and paused to put her bag on the ground. She squealed as she opened the bag, jumping backwards in shock. Out trotted several tiny unicorns, each with a mouthful of her... "Oh no, please Merlin no..." she muttered, reaching into her bag to find the roll of parchment. Her hand wrapped around it, and just as she was about to pull it out of her bag- SLAM. Sura jumped, suddenly awake, blinking several times. A nearby Slytherin was seating himself two chairs over with a rather hefty looking book, smirking to himself. Sura's upper lip twitched at him before she ran a hand through her hair. What in the blazes had been with that dream? She sincerely needed to lay off some of this caffeine and paper-writing -- her dreams were starting to get very, very strange. She looked down at the roll of parchment in front of her. It was an assignment for Charms, and it was very nearly finished. She glanced over it, making sure that she hadn't dragged her quill across it upon falling asleep. Several perfectly good assignments had been ruined in such a fashion, and Sura was not in the mood to re-write this one. A relieved puff of air escaped her lips as she was convinced her parchment was unmarred. Her Charms book glared up at her from her left, and Sura shook her head as she slammed it shut. "Nope, not today," she muttered, gathering her things to leave. She needed to be somewhere that was not the Library. Checking the nearby clock, she grinned. It was Saturday, and before 1:00 pm. If she hurried, she could make it to Hogsmeade with plenty of time for a nice mug of Butterbeer. And perhaps some social activity that didn't involve a hot date with any of her textbooks. She needed to get back to being bright eyed and bushy tailed about life, and she wasn't going to get there by burying herself under textbooks today. It was rather difficult to keep her anticipation under control as she walked through the halls -- attempting to not break into a spring was exhausting. However, once she hit the Hufflepuff common room, it was all game. She bolted to her room, pitching her bookbag on her bed and changing out of her school robes. Another reason she liked going to Hogsmeade so much: she could wear cute clothes and actually have them be visible. Once she was satisfied, she pinned her hair out of her eyes, tugging on a few of the curls that were a little unruly. After a quick rummage through her trunk, she found her purse and dashed out the door. The walk to Hogsmeade had always been a nice one. The road had a country feeling to it, and the scenery was gorgeous. More than once before she had crossed paths with deer and the like, and in the spring and summer the sides of the road were always full of flowers. She passed several groups of students along the way, waving in passing or stopping to chat for a moment with those that she knew. The sun was shining today, and the weather was warm for fall. She was starting to cheer up already, and she hadn't even arrived at her destination yet. Finally, Sura walked under the arch that marked one's entrance to Hogsmeade. The little village was positively bustling with students, professors, and locals alike. The atmosphere positively oozed happiness and contentment, which was exactly what she needed. The windows of all of the shops were full of the finest goods you could buy there. She eyed a few of the dresses, marvelling at the cuts and how soft the fabric looked. They looked so pretty and comfortable, and if it weren't for the fact that her mother would kill her if her closet grew much larger, Sura would have marched herself in, found her size, and cashed it out. And that process would likely not have been reserved for just a single dress. Or piece of clothing, for that matter. Self-control, that was the mantra. Self-control. What she would not need any self-control for was the consumption of Butterbeer and possibly food. The Three Broomsticks had some of the best food in Hogsmeade, and reminded her most of home out of anywhere in the village. She wasn't sure whether it was the lighting, the food, the music, or the occasional friendly drunk, but it really did give her the warm fuzzies to be there from time to time. Even approaching the establishment, she could hear the chatter of voices in the busy pub and smell the food that was being served. Her stomach grumbled noisily in response to the aroma. Well, that settled that, she was just going to have to get food with her Butterbeer. She reached the door and pulled hard; the damned thing was just so heavy. The moment she opened it, she was assaulted with all of the things she had been experiencing twenty feet back, tenfold. Sura could not help but smile. It was such an enjoyable place to be. Sura made her way though the crowd, coming upon a coveted window seat for two. Settling in, Madame Rosmerta appeared at her side. Sura had no idea how the woman was so quick when she had so many customers. Magic, she supposed. "What can I get you, my dear? Madame Rosmerta asked sweetly. She was all smiles today, so there must not have been much trouble with students, a pleasant thought. "I think I'll have the fish and chips today, please. And a Butterbeer would be great." The woman turned on her heel and disappeared to the bar and kitchens to place her order. She had never been disappointed with the service or the food here, so she was looking forward to her meal. The fish and chips were one of her favourites here. Something about the batter and some sort of spice on the chips made the meal absolutely to die for. Her eyes scanned the crowd for anyone she knew. The pub was essentially full this afternoon, students absolutely everywhere. She recognized a few people from her house, a few people in her classes. As she looked around, her eyes met those of Noah Marks. She smiled warmly and cocked her head to one side as she looked him over. He didn't seem to be with anyone else, so she held up her hand and made a "come hither" motion with her index finger. She hadn't seen him in ages. "Well hello, stranger," she laughed. "Fancy seeing you here." 1270 WORDS , Noah, dear , OUTFIT , Aw yeah, first post, yeah!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you Saturdays were always wonderful. The weekends in general were much, much more pleasant than the weeks. Saturdays meant absolutely no textbooks, no parchment, no quills, no studying. On Saturdays, Noah spent his time doing whatever he wanted to do. Nobody could stop him from enjoying the entire day. Unless he had detention, which happened more often than not. Fortunately for Noah, detention was not in the cards for this particular Saturday. Today, he would be venturing out of the castle’s grasp and into Hogsmeade. Noah always enjoyed his time when he went to Hogsmeade. He was sure that this time would be no different from the rest. He and Pippa had plans to go into the small town together with their friends. To be honest, Noah was most excited to stop in the Three Broomsticks and get some butterbeer and food. It was some of the best around. Leave it to Noah to let his entire day be centered around food. He’d woken up much earlier than normal for a Saturday. With a stifled groan, he’d gotten himself out of bed and dragged his tired legs down to breakfast to get a bite to eat. Even though breakfast was a bit early, Noah hated to miss any type of meal. Afterwards, he’d made some plans with his close group of friends and they all decided it was better to be off to Hogsmeade as early as possible. Why waste the day away? Noah would have gladly spent another hour or so in bed attempting, but the majority was against his idea. Dragging himself off to shower and get ready, Noah found himself an hour later waiting in the Great Hall for the rest of his posse to get together to begin the scenic walk towards Hogsmeade. It was about 10:00 am, and they were off on the trip to reach Hogsmeade and spend the day in the wonderful, sleepy town which would be bustling with students and professors alike today. Noah had always enjoyed the walk into Hogsmeade. Like most of the scenery around Hogwarts, the roadway was filled with beautiful sights. They took their time, enjoying one another’s company. He found his fingers happily entwined with Pippa’s as they walked along, stealing an occasional kiss that was accompanied with cutesy noises from their friends. He still wasn’t used to the teasing they were receiving from their friends. Noah was typically the one dishing out the teases and jokes, not the one being the on the butt end of the joke. However, he didn’t mind. It had been quite some time since he’d ventured into a relationship. The last and only other person he’d attempted such a thing with was Sura O’Connor. Although he hadn’t been able to fully commit yet, he’d thoroughly enjoyed his time with her. His friends hadn’t been quite as obnoxious during that phase. His friends had thought he and Pippa should have gotten together ages ago, and thus the reason for all the teasing and laughter. It wasn’t long before the small group reached Hogsmeade. The feel of the entire village was wonderful. Hogsmeade was a close second to Hogwarts in his heart. Although he acknowledged the fact that his parents provided him with a very lovely home, Hogwarts was where he spent most of his time over the last seven years. Hogsmeade may not have been as dear in his heart as Hogwarts, but the small village had always been a great time. The smells that drifted towards him instantly made his stomach growl. However, he knew that he was bound to get pulled all over the place before he was given a chance to get anything to eat. Two hours later, Noah was beginning to feel irritated. He was hungry. It was after noon already, and the group was still meandering through every single shop, taking their good old time. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was starting to get impatient. Pippa continually was giving him a look that spoke volumes of how sorry she was. She knew him and she was likely to be aware of his growing crankiness. As they began to head towards another shop, Noah found his feet not willing to move forward. “Guys I’m going to go get us a table in the Three Broomsticks. Since there are quite a few of us I’ll make sure they have room whenever you guys get finished in there.” It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t going into another shop until he’d had something, anything, to eat. They all agreed that it was a marvelous idea, and he found himself breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure he would have survived another shop without getting something to eat. He pulled Pippa into an embrace before he moved off on his own towards sanity. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” With a kiss goodbye, he was off to the Three Broomsticks, finding himself practically running through the door of his favorite pub. It was pretty busy, being lunchtime and all. He found a table that would be able to seat all of his friends and he sat down, looking rather silly at a big table all by himself. Ordering a butterbeer and some fish and chips for himself to start off with, he waited patiently. While he set, he allowed his blue green eyes to take in the room. He saw many people he knew. Students were everywhere, enjoying their lunches. There were some professors as well, though he did his best to avoid them. They would only ask him whether or not he finished their assignments or pester him about something he did last week. Sitting alone, his eyes continued to scan along the perimeter of the pub. Their eyes met at preciously the same moment. Sura. He couldn’t help the smile that quickly spread across his features. She was sitting by herself across the pub and before he could get up and move towards her, she made the motion with her finger for him to come to her. He couldn’t help feeling a flush of heat run through him. She was a gorgeous girl. Was he tempting fate by moving over to her? Most likely. Noah found he couldn’t help it, though. She was by herself and looking way too good to not have company for the time being until his group came in to eat. He stood from the table, keeping his purchases on the chairs to make sure no one else sat. Making his way to Sura and her table, he found himself standing in front of her, his lips spread into a wide, genuine smile. “Sura. It’s wonderful to see you here. You look great.” He spoke, his words oozing of his true happiness in seeing her there. “Don’t I get a hug?” He winked at her, his playful and flirtatious nature shining through. He wasn’t planning on sitting down until he received a hug from her. words 1192 tagged sura<3 notes whee! I’m so excited for this thread and for them ^^ coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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noises i play within my head

touch my own skin and hope that i'm still breathing

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,15,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m542/pwbthemes/wood%20backgrounds/DarkWood.gif');,true] CAUSE THEY'RE CALLING Noah looked as good as he always had. His eyes were bright as they met hers, a gorgeous blue that she had been lost in more than once before. The smile that spread over his face was just as mesmerizing, so warm and happy and full of life. No wonder she had been so attracted to him last year. How she had ever half hooked that one, never mind the fact that he was a year older than she and in a different house, she wasn't sure she'd ever know. And yet, for the few months that they had been... Well, she wasn't ever sure what they had actually been, definitively, before they decided to just be friends. Regardless, the time had been lovely. And even though they hadn't ended up together, she'd found a wonderful friend in him. That in itself was quite satisfying. He was one of the only boys she had ever been interested in that could keep up with her, match her witty remarks and sarcasm. She liked that in a boy. After a moment of what appeared to be inner dialogue, the still-smiling Noah crossed the distance between them. Even more handsome up close. Sura felt the pleasant flush of warmth flow through her body when he stopped in front of her. As if it were even possible, his smile widened, the happiness he was exuding practically radiating off of him. It was infectious. “Sura. It’s wonderful to see you here. You look great.” Sura's own smile widened, and she could feel a touch of colour rising to her cheeks at his compliment. He had always been good at making her blush, though her Irish skin probably didn't help her much on that front in the way of preventative measures. Something about the way he said her name or the compliment itself could send a shiver down her spine. "It's wonderful to see you, Noah!" she exclaimed, pushing a stray bit of hair out of her face. "You look great as well, handsome as ever." Her lips turned up into a sly smile, her eyes crinkling with pleasure. “Don’t I get a hug?” The wink he gave her told her that he was still the same, playful and flirtatious Noah that she had always known him to be. Even after they decided that they weren't quite ready to completely commit, they had stayed familiar with one another. They still met up for coffee to chat, went for walks, and occasionally flew together. All things they had done together when they first became friends and then some had still been free game. What was more, they were still very flirtatious and playful, garnering Sura more than a few prying questions from curious friends and onlookers. Not something that was completely unexpected to her -- she wasn't the only girl that was interested in the gorgeous Noah Marks. She could count several names off the top of her head who had vied for his attention in the last year. And why wouldn't they? He was charming, funny, well brought-up, and handsome to boot. Quite a catch, overall. Even just being friends with him, after they'd had their romantic involvement, had gained her some snotty remarks from the occasional jealous female. Not that it ever bothered her in the least. Noah was a good friend, more than worth the catty remarks and nasty looks. "Of course you get a hug, you silly boy," she said, pushing her chair back and rising. She smiled a great, genuine grin as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close. Sura set her cheek on his shoulder as she had always done when they hugged. He smelled the same as always, familiar and pleasant and Noah. The warmth spread through her body again, right down to her fingers and toes. It reminded her of other times, not so long ago. They had stayed friends when Noah had begun to date Pippa, though Sura had toned down her flirtatiousness. She didn't particularly like making enemies over boys, not when she could help it. Still, when she and Noah were together, they always seemed to fall back into their friendly, flirtatious ways. Like pulling on your favourite sweater, it was familiar and comfortable. It worked for them, and they weren't hurting anyone. Besides, they weren't physical, and they weren't emotional in that way. Just friends who liked to flirt on occasion. If Pippa mentioned any displeasure about it, Sura would happily back off. She enjoyed the relationship that she and Noah had, but if Pippa had an issue with it, Sura wasn't about to be home-wrecker. Then again, Sura didn't even know if Pippa knew how she and Noah were when they were together. Not an issue she felt like bringing up right now, however. She pulled back, holding at arms length for a moment as she smiled. "It really is lovely to see you, Noah," she said, dropping her arms to her sides. She stepped to the side as Madame Rosmerta appeared out of seemingly no where -- how did she do that every single time, appearing out of absolute thin air without making so much as a peep? -- and put Sura's food and Butterbeer on the table. Sura smiled and thanked her, eying her food hungrily. It looked absolutely delicious, and suddenly Sura was feeling quite hungry. She gestured to the chair across from her as she took her seat. "Do you have time to sit a while?" she asked, eyes wide and bright as she looked up at him. Sura was positively giddy to see the boy. She popped a fry into her mouth, chewing happily. Merlin, the food here was devine. She could practically purr with the happiness her stomach was feeling right now. "I haven't seen you for a few weeks. Where have you been hiding, my darling?" Sura's eyes narrowed mischievously as she picked up the nearby ketchup bottle and popped the top open. Noah was used to her use of pet names, something she had done from day one with him. It usually took her some time to feel comfortable enough with someone to start using them, but she had just found Noah so easy to get along with and had become fond of him quickly. He'd never seemed to mind the use of them, and had found them rather endearing, if memory served. 1089 WORDS , Noah, dear , OUTFIT , Sho cute. Sho cute.

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