Bubbles by the Lake (Addison!)

[Rys Ruckmons]

Ryan sat by the Black Lake, relaxing and watching the wind move the water. It looked so peaceful. The slight wind blew back the Hufflepuff's dirty blonde hair and he grinned. Recently, Ryan had been studying in the Common Room until he had gotten so sick of his books that he thought that he could drown in them. By the teacher's recommendations, Ryan had been steadily studying every night since September for the upcoming OWLs, around an hour or so after Homework. Ryan really wanted to do well, mostly because he wanted to fulfill his dream of becoming an auror and an animagus. For the correct classes to become an auror, he needed good scores to get into the NEWT classes. For becoming an animagus... well, he needed to improve on Transfiguration probably. The Hufflepuff sighed in contentment and pointed his wand at a small, near by stone. The stone burst and dozens of bubbles took it's place.

He watched the bubbles float upwards and then started to pop them if any stray ones came his way. When he got back home for summer break, he was going to a muggle store and buying the real bubble making stuff. So far, he hadn't found a wand spell to produce good old, plain bubbles. Ryan didn't really want to go around destroying everything he saw into bubbles just to have fun. Even though it was interesting to see things burst into a gigantic swarm of bubbles, Ryan didn't want to destroy school property, unless he started carrying around stones in his robe pocket or something. Ryan smiled and continued watching the bubbles disperse. Some fell into the lake, others popped onto the grass and some kept flying high into the sky.

OOC: Hope this is an okay starting post ^^
Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Relaxed, Content, Happy
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 256

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Addison A. Acton]

Addison sat there down by the lake with a deep scowl plastered on her face. She was attempting to do homework and was forced out of the common room to save her own sanity. Damn first years, all of them were so noisy and so... well just noisy. She shoved a head band in her dark hair and bent back over her book, making notes on everything she really thought she needed to. She didn't feel like doing this at all, completely on edge because of all the chaos she had just escaped from. She didn't know why she was out here, it was too sunny out for her. But the library was never an option and so she had come down here. She blinked when she noticed a faint shadow over her book and looked up, only to have a rouge bubble pop right in her face. She flinched slightly, not expecting some random bubble to get in her face, but quickly recovered and growled softly, who the hell was making bubbles? and how dare they allow one to make it all the way over to her? she looked around, trying to spot the source of the bubbles. Maybe she would get lucky and it would be a first year, and then she would be able to make them cry, and that would brighten up her day for sure.

[Rys Ruckmons]

Bubbles were so darn enjoyable. That was coming from a fifteen year old boy. By this time of his life, Ryan knew all to well that he was still very kid-like. He knew it, and he liked it. His mind switched tracks. There had to be more bubble poppers around so Ryan could share the fun. Doing it just by himself would be fun, but it would be even better if other people were doing it too. His best times had been running around to pop bubbles with Lila and Edmund. Those were fun times. He grinned, still watching the bubbles disperse and go their own way. Be free bubbles! Be free!! Ryan sighed, watching them happily. He glanced down to follow a bubbles progress and saw it drift towards an older student.

A few seconds later the student was looking around, a not so happy look on her face. Ryan couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't the least bit funny, but Ryan's humor found it very amusing. Just the look on her face! She was apparently not fond of bubbles. What a shame! Everyone should love bubbles! They were fun and poppable and... well, just fun! "Uh, sorry!" Ryan said, still grinning slightly. "That was mine," he called over, getting up and taking a few strides towards the girl. She looked majorly ticked. Ah well, all Ryan could do was to try to be friendly. "Not much of a bubble person eh?" Ryan teased lightly.

Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Excited, Happy, Amused
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 250

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Addison A. Acton]

She scowled deeply. damn, it wasn't a first or second year. "No. I'm not. Bubbles are a waste of time" was all she said, not wanting to talk to this boy at all. She went back to her studies, giving him the cold shoulder. He was a Hufflepuff, and she didn't talk to Hufflepuffs. Never ever ever, no matter what was going on she didn't hold conversations with them. Hufflepuffs were so... odd to her. She didn't understand their cheery natures, and didn't like them either.
She tried to focus on her potions text book, but couldn't help but notice the boy was still there. Was he asking to get chewed out? she was not in the mood to be bothered. Well, she never liked to be bothered but today she didn't want to be bothered even more then normal.

[Rys Ruckmons]

The more she showed her negative side, the more Ryan became amused and wanting to befriend her, oddly. The more they turned him off, the more attuned he got. Annoying? Yes. Intolerable? Most likely. Almost nothing could dampen the Hufflepuff spirits nor make him angry. He guessed that was what made him so annoying sometimes. Ryan was just always going to be the overly nice, hyper and crazy Hufflepuff who tried to make friends with everyone he met. That included Slytherins. Not that he liked to identify people by their house at all, houses were just pointless to him. "I figured you weren't," he laughed. Then he gave her a grin. "Eh, have to disagree with you a bit there," he mused. "Bubbles are quite fun."

Almost as if to prove his point, he aimed his wand at another stone and made it explode into more bubbles. "See?" he laughed. Then he noticed her giving the cold shoulder, Ryan didn't mind, but if she thought looks and tones were going to stop him, she was wrong. Ryan was also the stubborn to a fault type, so there was no way he was going to back down from this challenge. Sure he was a Hufflepuff and she didn't seem the Hufflepuff liking type, but Ryan could only be nice and try to make her remotely friendly.

He noticed the book that she was looking over. "Potions exam?" he asked, seeing a list of some ingredients and instructions on them. Naturally he didn't know the potion. It looked like a much more advanced book.

Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Happy, Determined
To: ddison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 266

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Addison A. Acton]

She lifted only her eyes from her book to catch him creating more bubbles, 'Damn this boy is annoying.' She thought. She whipped out her wand and popped all the bubbles with a single flick, tucking her wand away and continuing to write in her book. She didn't want to study, but she's rather do that then talk with this bubbly fool. Her frowned lightened up a little when she thought he would finally stop talking to her and leave, only to deepen again when he comment on her potions book. "No, it's homework. And you're talking is breaking my concentration. Leave me alone." she practically growled at him, fixing an ingredient she had wrote down incorrectly when he had been trying to talk to her.
Addison was really starting to get annoyed by this boy, and him being so cheerful wasn't helping the situation at all. She ALMOST cracked a smile at the thought of cursing or jinxing him. Or maybe punching him right in the center of his face and breaking his nose. Or maybe in another part of the anatomy that hurt much worse when struck then the face. That last thought did cause the corners of her lips to turn up for a brief moment, only to force her pale pink lips back into a thin line of a frown.

[Rys Ruckmons]

When goings got rough... Ryan blew bubbles. Or did anything annoying antic that identified Ryan as being Ryan. Quite simply, he didn't change at all. Changing personality when things didn't go the way one wanted was rather hypocritical to him. He didn't believe that fighting back with anger solved anything. The best thing to fight back with was kindness, fine, it got them more annoyed, but it also showed that their antics wouldn't win. The girl simply made all the bubbles vanish with a flick of her wand. The fifteen year old's eyes widened. "Wow..." Ryan said, watching all the bubbles disappear in one single swoop. His face broke out in a grin. "You're a top notch bubble popper!" he laughed in amusement. "Don't like getting your hands wet?" he asked jokingly. He had to say, popping bubbles by hand was the best.

"Oooh," Ryan grinned as he noticed a quill in her hand. "Right," he said, tilting his head and just avoiding the comment of him leaving her alone and pretending not to hear her hostile tone. From his sideways and with the words upside down, Ryan tried to interpret what potion this was. He'd have to be learning it in the next few years, anyway. He took a small step backwards, trying to picture her smiling or something positive. At least she wasn't a slacker in school work! his inventive mind rejoiced. Then he saw her lips turn upward slightly before firmly tugging down again.

He gave a slight grin and a slight laugh escaped his lips, but he decided not to comment, even though a "Oh my gosh you can smile!" comment was on the tip of his tongue. He may of been stubborn and outgoing, but he was somewhat smart and knew when to hold his tongue... most of the time. Ryan didn't exactly want to be punched in the face for letting out a smart comment at the wrong time. Then again, more times then not he was asking for the death wish by fraternizing with cranks and people who didn't have a taste for him. From that slight twitch, Ryan thought that he was getting to her... in either a positive or negative way. He'd like to think that it was positive, but if she was acting this way towards him, his logical side said that she was envisioning something horrible happening to him.

Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Happy, Determined
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 412

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Addison A. Acton]

She let out a deep sigh, her frame tensing up. She was restraining herself from lashing out at this boy, he only seemed two years younger then her, but he was acting like a first year now. She bit her tongue, stopping herself from replying to him. She didn't want to encourage him, that might make he stay and try to chat even more with her. God forbid he actually sat down next to her, she would go insane if he tried to STAY.
She noticed him bend down and look at her potions lists and instructions. She thought about how easily she could do something horrible to him, he was so close within reach. She could splash her ink on his annoying yellow and black uniform, ruining it and then throwing the bottle and nailing him in the head with it...
So she did, the ink created and perfect splash mark on his tie. She let herself grin evily at what she had done, and went back to her work, feeling a little happier now that shew had done something mean. she blinked, noticing the bottle was still in her hand. With a plain expression she tossed it, hitting him square in the forehead. She snickered to herself, now he would HAVE to leave to change into a clean uniform and to save his current uniform from getting a horrible ink stain.

[Rys Ruckmons]

Even though Ryan was very sociable, he knew where to draw lines and boundaries with personal space. She didn't seem so amiable and her body language clearly showed that if he was to sit there, she'd probably whack him on the spot. She was going to be a tough nut to crack. Ryan would probably walk away slightly bruised, but all he could do was try. From his experience with tother people, and from her body language, he could tell getting any closer to her would be a very big no no, unless he really did want the death wish. Ryan saw her tense up and that's when he decided that it was a good idea to back up or duck. Take it from the annoying fifteen year old. He knew all to well. Ryan hadn't gotten out of the way fast enough though, apparently. The Hufflepuff guessed he had sort of deserved what came next.

He looked at his tie, a perfect ink blotch now imprinted upon the bright yellow and dark brown, almost black stripes. His look was almost amused, if that came as any surprise. "Ah, well... never really liked dressing up anyway," he laughed good naturedly. It was true... he hated ties, even though he had been in one since year one. At first chance he got, it came off. Ryan took out his wand and pointed it at his neck tie. "Tergeo," he muttered. It was one he had done so often, he wasn't sure why he couldn't do it non verbally yet. The ink siphoned off his tie in a matter of seconds, leaving it looking as clean as it had been before. This had not been the first time that someone had tried to splatter ink all over him.

All of the sudden he felt stars on the top of his head and he felt something bounced off. Ow... he looked down at the now empty ink bottle on the ground. "Well... that's new," he said, looking back at the thrower, dazed. That had been the first time someone had thrown an ink bottle at his head. Ah well, there had to be a first time for everything, right? And with Ryan being Ryan, there were a few odd situations that he had to put himself into, and quite a few things that became a first time for everything experience. Ink bottles to the head and falling off trees were included.

OOC: XD He's not giving up... and I can see that it's starting to drive her crazy Sorry!
Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Happy, Determined, Slightly Dazed
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 415

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Addison A. Acton]

She snickered to herself, only to notice how okay he was with then ink all over his uniform. Addison scowled deeply, how the HELL could someone be okay with a person throwing ink all over their uniform?! what the hell?! Ink STAINED things, it RUINED them. Addison was about to burst only to see him whip out his wand and magic the ink right out of his tie. She watched as the ruined yellow tied turned back to its crisp and clean original state.
Her eye began to twitch ever so slightly.
And then it got worse.
This boy was... impossible.
He would drive her insane. This wasn't happening. Addison broke mental and as calmly as she could, put her books down. Her fists were shaking as she stood up, straitening out her skirt so the pleats were perfect ad strait. She then grabbed the boy by the tie and started walking down towards the waters edge. She pulled him in front of her and pushed him as hard as she could, forcing him to fall back into the ice cold water. "hope the fucking monster eats your annoy ass." She snapped, walking back over to her books and getting back to work.

[Rys Ruckmons]

By this point, most people would of just given up, but Ryan had stubbornness issues. This girl was probably coming to figure out; she had not been the first. As much as she wanted to get rid of him, Ryan was not going to give up on her. This girl need a nicety check. Big time. The more she got annoyed, the more amused Ryan got, quite frankly. That happened with nearly everyone who disliked him. They just had to start to realize (and accept) that no matter what legal, temper tantrum like thing they did, it wasn't going to affect him majorly. Ryan was all for jokes and rough housing and whatnot, so he had learned to take getting pranked, getting laughed at, and laughing at himself. Whenever she did something, he'd more then likely rebound. He'd do the rebounding part for her, but if he did a joke back, then she'd probably kill him. He was beginning to think that repairing the tie right infront of her wasn't the best idea.

Her eye twitched, which probably wasn't a good sign. From what Ryan read it was usually a variety of things. For her, Ryan was guessing it was a reaction of disbelief or frustration or trying to hold her anger back. Yeah, she was ticked, that much he knew when she advanced on him. Then Ryan started to get tugged by the neck. He figured that he'd probably suffocate himself before being able to get himself out of his tie so he just got dragged along for the ride. Then he saw where he was headed. The lake. Awesome! He'd get to go swimming! Odd though, she put an ink splatter on him just to go shove him in the lake... a bit counter productive in his mind. He got spun around and at the last second, when he was getting pushed, made a bubble head charm around himself since he still had his wand in his hand. Interesting that she didn't disarm him or anything, not that he was complaining, but still.

Ryan's head smacked the water and the rest of his body followed (none to graceful) afterwards. Well, he got his bath for the day and at least he could swim. The water was ice cold, so the option of swimming around for a few minutes was out of the question. The squid was probably in here, by it was said to be friendly. Ryan swam upwards and broke through the surface, the charm around his head disappearing. He shivered. Well, his five second long swim had been successful in making him physically freezing.

Ah well, he'd live and keep on trying. He looked at his wand and remembered trying out some sort of spell in the common room once for OWL charm practice or something. Then there was another incident where he had gotten wet and one of his upper house mates had done the same thing to him. He pointed his wand at his robes and gave it a few twists, trying to remember it correctly. On the fifth try, he got it and a blast of hot air ripped through him, making his robes dryer. Well, that was better; he pocketed his wand. Yet again he approached the girl, giving himself a bit of a berth.

"So, you've splattered my tie, made an ink bottle give me a lump in the head and have dunked me into the lake," he said, ticking each item off on his fingers. ".... and you look like you're about to punch my guts out. Satisfied?" he asked kindly and politely, watching her in slight amusement and relaxing his body so he could duck and such if she did decide to attack him with her fists.

Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Happy, Determined
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 640

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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[Addison A. Acton]

Addison was very pleased with herself after she shoved him in the lake. Enough to properly focus on her studies this time around. If there was one thing Addison couldn't do it was studying while being distracted. She had a hard time doing anything she wasn't completely into, and when she was distracted from it it became mission impossible to do it. It came with being stubborn, she just couldn't do something she didn't enjoy. So now with the boy go she could focus- wait. Addison blinked, wondering what that noise was. She looked up from her books to see the boy drying his clothes off. Her eye began to twitch again, damn him. Damn him to hell. She let out a shaking sigh and looked back down at her books. Her grip on her quill tightened as he spoke, and she snapped it in half by the time he said 'lump in the head'. The only thing this accomplished was cutting her hand and spilling ink on her paper. She took out her wand with her clean right hand and silently pulled the spilled ink from the page and put it in an empty ink bottle. She flicked her wand at the boy next "silencio." she growled, magically shutting the boy up. She took a hankie from her pocket and cleaned off her cut hand, using her wand in her non-dominate hand to heal the wound. She then magically cleaned the hankie and put it back in her pocket. She looked up at the boy with her normal blank expression, obviously no longer angry... well as much as she had been before. "Yes, I would like to punch your guts out." she searched her bag for a new quill "And you are much more easy to deal with when you shut up. So keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you."

[Rys Ruckmons]

There was still one wet spot on his robe. It was windy enough, she he was sure that it would dry in no time. Brushing himself off, he gave a mental list of worse case scenarios of what could happen if she got really angry at him again. The very worse she could do was actually kill him. The mildest thing would probably just to ignore him. No matter how much she wanted to fight this, Ryan would just keep coming back. He had heard the "quit while you're a head" phrase. He really didn't follow it that much. Ryan lived to have fun as a kid, and that included trying to make mean people nice. It sounded like a lost cause, but Ryan had fun with it, usually.

Her grip on the quill continually tightened and then snapped. It caused the ink to splatter and for a cut to appear on her hand. "You alright?" he asked in concern, looking at her hand. She'd more than likely blame him for it, but Ryan was sincerely concerned. That had to hurt. Then he got a spell put on him. The Silencing Charm... hey! He had learned that in class a few days ago! She seemed to be really good at. Seeing nothing to do but to wait until it wore off, Ryan contently sat in the grass, still a respectable distance away from the girl.

It seemed like she'd be alright, since she magically healed her cut. Ryan looked down at the grass, picking up a random stick, he started to draw invisible things in the air around him. He put the stick down and looked back at her as she clarified that she did indeed want to punch him in the gut. Ha! He was right... Ryan was starting to think that studying body language along with being an auror would be pretty cool. From his time at Hogwarts, he already bad a jump start. Ryan grinned, and would of laughed if he had his voice. He watched her curiously as she went to look for a new quill.

Ryan grinned slightly, then got up to go where he had originally been. Hoping that the sulking girl wouldn't get too hopeful, only to be very much disappointed, he walked a few yards away, only to come back a few moments later with his bag. Still keeping a respectable distance from the girl, he took out some spare parchment, a quill and some ink and started writing. Even though she had taken his voice away from him, he wasn't going to let her off the hook.

Uh... couldn't you just use Repairo on your quill? Just as a suggestion... [about you want punching me] But you didn't... yet that is (yet being the key word) So thanks! [about me being shut up] Well, alright if you say so So many before you have said the same thing, so you're not alone in that aspect. But I rarely know what's good for me... just to let you know. By the way... you've done so much to and for me and I don't even know your name. Mine's Ryan... I doubt you care that much, but I'd just like to put it out there! So what's yours? You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I could just call you... well, I can't think up of anything right now. Perhaps I'll have an idea later.

Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Happy, Dtermined
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 594

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
Ryan's Letter Writing

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[Addison A. Acton]

Addison let out a sigh and finished her potions homework as soon as she found a new quill. She didn't want to risk fixing the broken one improperly and having it leak all over her paper. So, once she had found a new quill and ink she got right back to work, glad she had at least shut up the boy. She could try to block out his being, but the best thing would be for him to leave. Addison really didn't like company, it distracted her from what she needed to do and she just frankly didn't like people. She didn't understand why this one boy wouldn't leave her alone. Was he alright in the head? Maybe his mother had dropped him on the head as a child. Or maybe he was too clingy and didn't have any friends? Addison honestly didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone. She was almost completely calmed down and about half way through her divinations homework when she noticed him moving around. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. She saw him get up and leave! She became mildly excited, thinking she would be left alone for the rest of the day- nope. She saw him come back with his bag and she groaned, hanging her head and getting back to work. She could always beat him up if she really wanted him to leave. But Addison was a lot stronger then she look, and stronger then most other girls her size. She could hold her own if she got into a bad situation. Sure it would be hard with her being so small compared to most men, but she could do it. Addisons mind wandered as she worked, thinking of all the things that could be wrong with this boy. She noticed his parchment and quill and was curious as to what he was writing. She didn't care too much because she then pulled out her wand. "incindio." she mumbled, catching the boys parchment on fire right in his lap.

[Rys Ruckmons]

Ryan's stubbornness was probably starting to learn into a bit of stupidity, but he didn't care. He was a teenager and, consequently, did stupid things. However, instead of drinking or going out and his stupidity coming out in that, Ryan's idocracy ways came out in his manner of trying to be sociable and making friends. He over stayed his welcome so to say many more times then not. It was like that most of the times he had tried to make friends with people that seemed to wake up on the wrong side of the bed... every morning. It wasn't that Ryan didn't have any friends, it was just that he liked making them... a bit too much. He also liked going around and trying to change people. Besides, Hogwarts was a better place with fewer bullies... even if it did get him dumped in a lake or something crazy. He could see her face of disappointment as he returned. Ah well, she should of sort of seen it coming.

He almost expected her to foil his plan of writing a note to her. Some people could become rather predictable. Most people who got annoyed with him kept throwing assaults at him, but he'd just recuperate almost every time. Just like when she had thrown him into the lake, he'd still just be there. Perhaps even just sit and watch her in silence until his voice came back. Perhaps if it didn't work out to day, she could be a continual project! Ryan would have to get used to being set on fire... or just walk around with a bubble head charm on or something. Then, like he had predicted, the girl went to ruin his note plan. The moment her spell left her mouth, Ryan slipped his wand back into his hand and waved it, creating a Flame Freezing Charm.

Luckily the charm had spread through his body before it burned through the parchment. He had just saved his pants and skin from being horribly burned... phew. The fire burned the parchment into ashes. Aw drat... he thought. I was about to give it to her too! Then when the fire got to him, instead of feeling pain, it started to feel like warm air was hitting him... and it tickled slightly. He grinned before putting the fire out with his wand. Then he just gazed up at her curiously, keeping his body relaxed and waiting for his voice to come back. He kept the prospect of her over powering him was an option. Just because she was a girl didn't mean she couldn't over power him. True, biologically males got stronger than females, but females could get stronger than males too. It wasn't fully ruled out, especially with this particular female.

Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Happy, Determined
To: Addison Acton-7th Year Slytherin
IC Word Count: 474

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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