• let the flames begin ;; {L O R C A N}

[lucinda auriella wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » let the flames begin. It felt good to be back at Hogwarts. It wasn't as though Lucinda didn't enjoy spending the holidays with her family, however, there was something about the magnificent castle that made her feel like she had a second home. Surrounded by grounds that were so lush and vast (along with the Great Lake and the Forbidden Forest), Lucinda felt safe. This castle had been through so much and yet it still stood proudly, over looking the lake, stronger than ever and still allowing students and teachers through its front doors. It was a magical place. Not only literally, but in the sense of the way in made Lucinda feel too. The young Gryffindor didn't need to say anything to express the way she felt about Hogwarts. Although Lucinda enjoyed much of what the school of magic offered her (such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, visits to Hogsmeade and relaxing by the Great Lake), nothing beat quidditch for her (and that was an understatement. Quidditch was already a lifestyle for the seventh year and she couldn't see herself doing anything else after the time she would finally have to leave Hogwarts. This had been her fathers case when he was a student at Hogwarts. He also took his love for quidditch onto the next stage of his life by joining the quidditch team Puddlemere United as their keeper, making quidditch his full time career. Lucinda loved both of her parents equally, but tended to connect more with her father because of their shared love of quidditch. Like her father had been in his schooling days, Lucinda was also the keeper for Gryffindor and had been promoted to quidditch captain this year. While she was both thrilled and honored by this, she was slightly nervous by the extra responsibility that had been placed upon her shoulders. Quidditch trials for the Gryffindor team had taken place the previous week and she would need to choose who would fill the remaining spots wisely in order to form a team that would work well together and ultimately win the quidditch cup. That was why she had made her way down to the quidditch pitch during lunchtime by herself. She wanted to isolate herself for a while to truly consider who would be joining her this quidditch season. Lucinda had quite a few applicants to choose from, which presented itself as both a good thing and a bad thing. True, she had a good variety of talent in the mix, but there were only seven positions on the team (a couple of which were already filled) and a lot of fellow Gryffindors to disappoint (including some of her friends). When she had arrived at the pitch, Lucinda initially began sitting on the stands and staring at a piece of parchment with a list of potential team mates. When this particular method displayed no success, Lucinda stuffed the parchment back into her pocket with a sigh and picked up her broomstick that she decided to bring along also. Within seconds, Lucinda swung her leg over her most prized possession and kicked off into the air, circling the pitch a few times to clear her head. It wasn't long until she was smiling, enjoying the familiar sensation of flying in the air. She felt the stress leave her and was now able to reassure herself that everything would work out for the best, regardless of the people that might get annoyed at her for not placing them on the Gryffindor team. WORDS: 585 • TAGGED: LORCAN

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OOC: Sorry if this post seems a little rusty, I haven't role played a a few months, I'm a little rusty myself.

[paige]

I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"

To most Hogwarts was home. It was a magical place, literally, filled with ghosts and talking suits of armor and moving staircases and disappearing doors. To children who had not yet come to walk the halls, it represented achieving an age in which they were first entrusted to learn the art of magic. To those who walked its halls each and every day, it was still wondrous, new things to learn and new places to explore. And if the students grew tired of learning and having their brains filled with things, the school still had a reprieve in Hogsmeade visits. But to Lorcan Scamander, it was simply another type of prison. Oh, he enjoyed walking the halls, learning what he could and even hanging out. But in truth, there was nothing magical about this place anymore. He supposed that’s what happened when a child is disillusioned to the world around him. He knew, from the loud words and the rambunctious excitement around him that everyone was thrilled to be back from holiday.

Not him. This holiday had proved to be very different from the others. Oh, he went back to Rolf, Lorcan refused to call the man ‘Father’, and he was once again knee deep in harlots and whores. It was beginning to look like another summer. But, they were just so loud. So, in a different move, Lorcan left and found that he was confessing to his brother all the tales of his horrible life. And, of course, Ly had to be the hero and come through and save me. Lorcan was still a little bitter. He was thankful to be out from under Rolf’s thumb, but he was annoyed at how Lysander seemed pissed at Lorcan. Then again, Lysander had always believed Rolf to be the perfect father. He was clearly wrong about that. Lorcan shook his head, determined to find some way to get rid of these thoughts. They served no purpose. It was already over and there was nothing he could do about the fact that he and his older-by-three-minutes identical twin brother were living in a rented room above The Leaky Cauldron. He was already dreading the winter holidays.

No, there’s no point in worrying about it. Lorcan knew that he plenty of other things to concern himself with. For one, this was his fifth year. The Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations (or O.W.L.s) were this year and he was deadest on maintaining his high place in the class. He wasn’t first, or even second, but he was in the top five. He was happy about that fact. He was even happier that his place made certain people, the Weasley and Potter brood, annoyed. It was simply a bonus, really. Not to mention, he was Quidditch Captain and Seeker for the Ravenclaw House Team. He had plenty to worry about. Looking down at his watch, Lorcan noted that the pitch should be open, as this time wasn’t reserved for anyone. He decided to head down there.

Normally, with Quidditch season underway, the pitch would already have been booked. But, a good number of the members of the house teams graduated last year, so most of the Captains, himself included, had to basically rebuild. He knew it wasn’t unheard of, but rarer that he would be made Quidditch Captain as a fifth year. But, the old captain and Flitwick (his head of house) had told him that he was chosen because of his dedication, love of the game, and his year. He was confused until he realized that this would give him three years as captain, instead of most only getting one year (being chosen when they were seventh years). It made more sense this way. The older members of the house already knew about his history and drive for the sport, so they wouldn’t be difficult to captain. And the younger members all idolized him, or wanted him, so it wasn’t that much of a problem.

Yes. Despite the setbacks of the summer, he was positive that this was going to be a good year. He was going to keep his good grades, he and his brother were getting along better, and he was still the king when it came to the females of Hogwarts. The Ravenclaw Quidditch Team tryouts weren’t until later this week, so he wanted to fly around a little before then. Besides, he knew that sometimes he did his clearest thinking while floating among the clouds. His broomstick over his shoulder, he headed down the pitch, excited about the prospective year. He sighed as he walked, hoping the sky would remain clear all day.

Lorcan was just going through a few new plays he wanted to jot down for the team when looked up, noting that there was already someone there. He groaned, but was determined not to let the person bother him. The pitch wasn’t reserved, so he wasn’t breaking any rules. Besides, there were only two of them—the pitch should be more than big enough for them both. From the ground, he couldn’t see who it was, but he could make out the figure of a female. He squinted and saw her Gryffindor colors. He rolled his eyes, but mounted his broom nonetheless. The Gryffindor House was the only one where he was most unwelcome. He just wanted to avoid her and her Lions. He kicked off, enjoying the feel of the wind rushing by him, his hair flopping over his forehead. He pulled to a brake and just floated, enjoying the feel of being back on a broom. It was peace, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

words * 941
tags * Lucinda Wood
outfit * the one with the hoodie
credits * Lyrics: Panic! At the Disco--There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Labeled Honey, You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet
comments * Here ya go...hope it's good

[lucinda auriella wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » let the flames begin. Despite the fact that quidditch was a huge priority for Lucinda while she was at Hogwarts, Hogwarts was still first and foremost a school for learning magic. While Lucinda was pretty exceptional at her studies, she would never top her twin sister's thirst for knowledge. Sure, Lucinda could say that she was above average in a few classes (such as Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms), but there were a couple of classes that she barely passed (such as Potions and History of Magic). At times she envied her twin for being so wise and liked by most people, despite the huge amount of love Lucinda possessed for her sister. Quidditch and flying on a broomstick in general were really the only activities Lucinda could proudly say she excelled at, which was why there was no denying what career path she would inevitably follow. As she flew about the quidditch pitch, she was oblivious to the male figure making his way to that very part of the Hogwarts grounds as she hovered in the air, doing all sorts of tricks on her broom, that weren't usually allowed during a game of quidditch. Lucinda paused for a moment and began hovering on the spot in the air. She closed her eyes and looked up at the clear blue sky. She took a deep breath and took in the fresh autumn air while feeling the cool breeze of the wind run through her hair. She wanted to enjoy this good weather while it lasted, knowing that winter was just around the corner. However, she intended on training her quidditch team in all kinds of weather, so that the weather wouldn't become an opponent for them too during a quidditch match. That had been one of the Gryffindor team's training methods in the past (her father Oliver Wood even applied it to his team when he went to Hogwarts), so Lucinda decided to stick by it. The Gryffindor captain only noticed that someone had entered the quidditch pitch after her eyes opened once more and locked on the figure that was now floating in the air on his broomstick on the other side of the pitch. Lucinda squinted, trying to focus on the young man before she realised that she had seen him hovering on his broomstick time and time again on this very quidditch pitch. Before her was the Ravenclaw quidditch captain Lorcan Scamander who many believed belonged to Slytherin. He was one of her ultimate rivals, mostly on the quidditch pitch, but also in other aspects of her life too. The two of them just clashed. If Lucinda was her sister at that very moment, she would just fly away on her broomstick attempt to take no notice of the other person on the pitch and go about her business. However, Lucinda was not her sister and was burdened with her impulsive nature. So in a matter of seconds, Lucinda found herself zooming towards Lorcan on her broomstick and stopping gracefully in mid air a few meters away from him. "Scamander! You're a seeker, right? Go and seek out another quidditch pitch, far away from here." The Gryffindor spoke coldly, a little annoyed by the fact that her pleasant afternoon had been interrupted WORDS: 543 • TAGGED: LORCAN

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[paige]

I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"

At Hogwarts, most people fell into one of two categories. They either loved every aspect of the school, or they preferred certain ones over others. There were the students who loved going to class, socializing, Quidditch and whatever came in between. Then there were the students who honestly only showed up because they had to, or because they liked to talk to certain people, or for a chance to play Quidditch against others. For Lorcan, it went deeper than that. He showed up because he had to, but he also didn’t mind being there. It provided a good escape for him; a place where he could be who he was—well, to be whom he was created to be. Slowly but surely, he has started becoming more of who he really wants to be. But, that’s the purpose of adolescence—find out who you are supposed to become. Besides, he didn’t mind the classes; he was a Ravenclaw after all. Truly, that was probably the only aspect of his personality that was sorted correctly. He definitely possessed a deep thirst for knowledge. His best classes were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, because they made the most sense to him which explained his Outstanding in each of them. He was doing well in his others, with an Exceeds Expectations in them all. He supposed that it had to be partly genetic, since, despite being a Hufflepuff, Lysander was also doing well in his classes. Yeah, no one could ever say that the Scamander twins weren’t intelligent; they were different, but similar in their thirst for knowledge. It was simply a matter of why and how far they wanted it.

One of those differences was in how they were perceived by their peers. Lorcan was adored, envied, wanted, and feared. He was respected by few and he respected even fewer. He knew that his good looks, intelligence and demeanor dictated how people saw him. And for the longest time, he acted the way he did for a reason—not to piss off Rolf. But over time, well, it’s like they say: act the part long enough and that’s who you become. Lorcan never wanted to be his older brother, but he did wish he had it as easy as his brother. They may be identical twins, but it’s clear which one you’re talking to. It’s not just the color, or even the scar on Lorcan’s cheek—it’s their demeanor, their attitude. Lysander is easily approachable; he makes you feel safe and comfortable. Lorcan on the other hand, well, he is definitely not looking to instill that comfort in others.

Lorcan sighed, still floating above the pitch. He raised one hand to his wind-tousled brown hair, strengthening the grasp of the broom with his other. He ran the hand through his hair, wondering why he was even thinking about all of this. He knew that he was different from his brother. And just because Ly was talking to him again and was being, didn’t mean that he needed to change. He had no problem trying to get rid of his promiscuous ways, it served him as well. But, he was not going to become a Lysander clone. They were different because of their upbringings. And as much as he may wish death upon his father Rolf, and supremely wish to be the one to deliver that death, didn’t mean that he would change his past. That was something that Ly didn’t get. My past made me who I am. And I may hate what happened to me, but it made me strong, resilient. It made me someone who doesn’t take crap from anyone. And if he thinks that with a few kind words he can change it, then he doesn’t know the fight that’s coming. Lorcan scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

Quidditch was supposed to provide an outlet for him; the one activity that he could without too much worrying or hassle. He gripped the broom with both hands and pushed it down, forcing it plummet to the ground. Seekers were the most fouled players in the game, as the game didn’t end until one of them caught the snitch. When he was just starting out the team, he thought this made him the most important player. But over time, he easily realized that each member was extremely important. And, after a few close calls, he was never more thankful for beaters. His hands yanked on the broom, pulling it up from its downward motion. He had pulled off a Wronski Feint, but it was only after a year or so of practice. After a few trips to the infirmary, he realized why it was such a dangerous maneuver. But he needed an edge, and more importantly, he needed to excel at Quidditch. Quidditch wasn’t just fun for him, it was something his father was vehemently against, so it was a nice way to say ‘screw you’ to him. He looked up, seeing clear skies. He was even more anxious to build the team back up. They needed to begin their training as soon as possible. He knew that they needed to be ready for any weather, but they were form Ravenclaw damn it and that meant there were a few spells that were needed—the Impervious spell being one of them. He quickly corkscrewed up into the air, soaring higher and higher. He was feeling particularly relaxed, but that was quickly destroyed.

Lorcan turned himself towards the intrusion on his peaceful world and was annoyed that the Gryffindor girl couldn’t use common sense over impulse for once and just let him be. He knew that, both from stories and his own experiences, those of Gryffindor were more likely to race headfirst into something. But he preferred to wait it out, get some knowledge and understand the situation better. He knew from her face that she was the Captain of the Gryffindor House Team, explaining her displeasure over his presence. Those lions were awful touchy, clearly under some misapprehension that the pitch was reserved solely for them. Hem, whatever. He was, however, a little miffed at her cold tone, but figured she was expecting him to be cold and Slytherin—like so many of the lions. Well, if she wanted cold, that’s what she get. “Oh look, a little lost cub. And for your information, the pitch is open to anyone who wants to use it. Besides,” he scoffed, looking her up and down, “getting here early isn’t going to help your team out anymore, Wood. I mean, Captain.”

[/color] The last word was said in such a derisive manner he surprised even him, but he kept his face schooled. Well, she wanted him to act a certain way, that’s what she’d get. He could be pleasant, but clearly that wasn’t in the cards for the lost lion today.[/size]

words * 1, 152
tags * Lucinda Wood
outfit * the one with the hoodie
credits * Lyrics: Panic! At the Disco--There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Labeled Honey, You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet
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[lucinda auriella wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » let the flames begin. It was chaotic with how Lucinda's moods were on constant highs and lows today. She began today feeling stressed and then moved onto feeling content once she found herself on the quidditch pitch. Right now the young Gryffindor was feeling rather irritable by the fact that her temporary sanctuary had been interrupted by someone that she wasn't particularly fond of. The circumstances would have been different (and actually quite pleasant) if it was a friend that had decided to share the quidditch pitch with her. However, that was simply not the case and Lucinda was forced into the company of Lorcan Scamander and one thing was for sure: Lucinda was not in the mood. In Lucinda's eyes, Lorcan was the kind of person that you couldn't trust. He was one of those people that appeared as something on the surface, but deep down they tended to be something...else. Lucinda wasn't usually one to judge someone based on assumptions, but following her gut, her natural instincts was something that she tended not to ignore. She was extra careful about this after she ignored her instincts towards the start of her sixth year, due to the feelings and love she possessed for her boyfriend at the time, before he began following the dark arts which caused him to forget and betray her. Lucinda had always been brought up to be cautious of the dark arts and now Lucinda hated them due to her ex-boyfriend. She grew to be very cautious with those that she suspected associated themselves with the dart arts. Lorcan was a person that she indeed, suspected and because he was in Ravenclaw house, it made the situation much, much worse. Once upon a time she could assume that all dark wizards were once sorted into Slytherin house, now she wasn't sure who she could trust (other than her close friends and family of course). She did not like the thought of potential Death Eaters biding their time in other houses before unleashing themselves upon the wizarding world. Lucinda wasn't usually a cold person, but her current irritable mood and impulsive nature had led her to addressing him in an unpleasant tone, especially when she did not allow herself time to think about whether to approach Lorcan or not. Being a female that played quidditch was much different than a male playing quidditch. A female had to prove herself to be strong enough to keep up with the males, where as a male did not. Lucinda was a very determined girl and she was determined to prove herself worthy of taking a place on the Gryffindor quidditch team as well as the new captaincy that she had received this year. Her determination was what built her strong exterior...and some times she went just a little over board. "Better to be a lost cub rather than an animal that doesn't know whether its an eagle or a snake." Lucinda replied with wit as her eyes narrowed into a glare. "Open to everyone or not, your presence doesn't make it enjoyable to be here." She said with a shrug. Lucinda's eyes flashed with anger as Lorcan doubted her quidditch abilities. The young Gryffindor took a moment to compose herself before replying. "You know, you're right. They've got me as a captain this year, we're already guaranteed the quidditch cup, so why am I wasting my time?" She said with an obvious tone of sarcasm in her voice. "Thanks for making me realise this, Captain." She finished, matching Lorcan's derisive tone. Truly, she didn't feel nearly as confident as she let on, but if she let the other teams know just how nervous she was about her new captaincy, she would be the laughing stock of the entire school. WORDS: 628 • TAGGED: LORCAN

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[paige]

I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"

This situation was not helping his attempt at being calm and collected. He wanted nothing more than to be able to just relax, not think on the things that usually caused him such consternation. Lorcan had enough of dwelling on the negatives. And with his life, there were a lot of negatives that he could dwell on. But, he wasn’t seeking to live in the past. It was over, done with. There was nothing that he could do to change the past. And the present is what it is; the only thing he can possibly affect would be the future. Hence, his desire to just fly around the pitch for an hour or so and collect his emotions before being forced to deal with immature, juvenile little miscreants whose only thoughts revolved on buying and taking. Life is more than that and he had no desire to be stuck with these people. But this Gryffindor, Lorcan was honest by saying he could barely recall her name, just had to push his buttons. He was content to fly around, ignore her and just be on his way when he was ready. But no, she just had to start something. And he was not in the mood to deal with her petty tripe.

Honestly, Lorcan’s policy concerning those from Gryffindor was pretty much the same as it was concerning his parents and, up until this summer, his brother. He didn’t want to be in their presence and he had no desire to deal with. He knew that they existed, that they were still living for some reason, whatever that may be. And just because they breathed the same air and were forced to live in the same place didn’t mean that he had to interact with. Lorcan kept his face calm, but was internally exhausted and fed up with having to defend himself against yet another lion cub who thought their roar was so powerful. He tried to remember her name and could only come up with L. Wood. He knew her last name because he recalled hearing some lions cheering in the halls that they were going to win because of her father. He knew her father, Oliver Wood, was a great keeper for Puddlemere United. Not his team, but he just watched the sport because, not for any real team. He didn’t really know her from Adam (or Eve technically), but only that she was a seventh year, in Gryffindor and was the Captain and Keeper (just like her father).

Oh, he had heard the rumors going around that her boyfriend got caught up in some stuff. Just because he didn’t want to associate with the lions didn’t mean that he didn’t listen. And he definitely listened when rumors of the Dark Arts came into play. He dabbled in the Arts himself and he understood the draw that many had. He also knew for a fact that most of the eagles (those form Ravenclaw) had also looked into it. It was understood in their house that eventually intelligence forced them to pursue other venues and the side of Light was so limited. Besides, he didn’t particularly believe in the Light or the Dark, only the balance. But he could kind of understand her dislike, still misplaced, of him. Everyone in Hogwarts assumed him to be a Dark Lord on the rise, never mind that he hated them all (Dark Lords) or that he had no desire to rule the world with a fist of terror. It wasn’t his style. He preferred to take over with charm and finesse and aristocracy, not terror or fear. It was so…tiresome, to make they always feared you. No, charming and debonair was so much easier.

Her anger towards him, however, Lorcan could tell had other reasons. He didn’t know why, since he never talked to her. And her anger at him being a fellow Quidditch Captain seemed to over the top. Sure, Quidditch Captains were pretty much rivals on and off the field, but she was two years his senior, in another house and was acting like this was personal. This had to be something deeper. Lorcan made it his business to know how to read and interpret body language. He made it his mission to learn people’s dirty little secrets. But, he had nothing against her, personally or professionally. Perhaps it was her gender that made her anger. Lorcan always knew that females were way touchier than they had a right to be. Whatever her reason, he was sick and tired and just plain fed up with this unwarranted animosity towards him.

Lorcan listened to her words, nodding his head. He allowed a smirk to pass through on his lips. So, she thought she was witty and funny. She was…almost adorable in her naivety. He chuckled inwardly but shook his head. “Hmm, I see; neither an eagle nor a snake. Okay. Well, little lion, as an eagle, I could merely peck out your eyes. Or as a snake, I could bite you and deliver a poison. But truthfully, little cub, I know exactly what I am. Just because you can’t see past your own wet nose and whiskers doesn’t mean others can’t. And you’re not exactly a welcome presence either.” Her words were clearly meant to sting him, but he just grinned, nodding his head slightly. He could tell that she was feeling not nearly as confident as she wanted him to believe that she was. He inwardly rolled his eyes, but composed his face to a calm mask. He gently moved his broom closer, his face hovering inches from hers. “You’re right. It is a guarantee…that you’re destined to lose. Face it, sweetie, you’re not your father. But, hey, maybe he could give you some pointers on how to lead a real team. Not that you’ve got one.”

[/color] He chuckled, leaning back on his broom, edging it away from her. He had already stunk up his close with Gryffindor smell just by being near her.[/size]

words * 1, 003
tags * Lucinda Wood
outfit * the one with the hoodie
credits * Lyrics: Panic! At the Disco--There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Labeled Honey, You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet
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