Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman

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January 23, 2023
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A new year meant new resolutions. Alora had gotten away with several pranks, which had emboldened her. She wanted more. She had a thirst for it. It was in her blood, and begged to be released. Especially as she avoided feelings. Feelings were not things she dealt with, and ever since that session of spin the bottle, she had been shaken. What was it that had made her feel hot and like she'd done something wrong when she'd witnessed Lucian and Colin? None of it made sense; ultimately, saliva was disgusting, as were tongues. Ew, tongues.

She shrugged and waited by the statue she had told Opal to meet her by. Something about their interactions after the spin the bottle had left her with questions. How had Opal not been mad? She had expected a lot of anger after the dungbomb incident, but instead, she hadn't had as much aggravation as she had expected. Quite the contrary. During their last class together, she had used one of those enchanted parchments to get a message to the young Slytherin she attended a number of classes with. The small sage green crane had flown to her desk discreetly with an ominous message.
Meet by the hunchback statue of the third corridor.
- A
There were a number of As in the school, and it recalled a fun muggle show she had caught a glimpse of her older sisters had binged once upon a summer. She almost felt like she should be wearing a hood or something equally ominous.

She stood close to the meeting place, not so close to seem desperate. She wanted to make sure the blonde was alone. She'd made it this far without detention, but she also wanted to up her game, and that meant building friendships. Opal seemed like someone she could befriend, even if they disagreed on snogging and the cleanliness of tongues and saliva.

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
I walk slowly to the third corrior deep in thought. Why would this mysterious A want to meet me? Could it be for a prank? I grin. Her last one had been rather amusing. During class today she had sent me one of those enchanted parchments and it said:
Meet by the hunchback statue of the third corridor.
- A
To be honest I am slightly confused. But to be completly honest the girl seems rather interesting. I am wearing a black cloak that obscures my face that way if a prefect or teacher catches me then I can say I am a teacher or somthing. Yes that could work. I grow nearer to the statue and I see the girl standing casualy by the ugly statue and I grin. So it may not be a prank . I hope. She seems okay. I mean anybody with the guts to set off a dung bomb in the common room risking the attention of a prefect? They are pretty cool in my opion. I close the distance between us and study her bored expression and I shoot her a grin.

"So why was I summoned your highness?" I ask playfully.

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
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January 23, 2023
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Your Highness. It wasn't a title the young Slytherin prankster was used to. Back home it was more "hey you" and "gidget" by her older and taller brother that had condensed the words girl and midget in a manner he had thought witty. Alora nearly made a face at that.

"You came," she replies, looking discreetly around as if to double-check. Her tone suggests she's almost impressed. Nothing outside the normal hustle and bustle of students that lurk around per usual. She had half expected to be stood up. She likely would have stood herself up.

"Curiosity mostly," she tilts her head and draws closer. You're...Opal, she ventures the name on her tongue with a hint of uncertainty. They'd crossed. She'd heard the name. Heck, she'd ruined her game. And yet, there had been no animosity. "I'm Alora," she extends a pale hand forward from her Slytherin robes.

It's still too soon to tell where they stand, and a pregnant pause ensues from the young raven-haired girl. Though wild and free-spirited, she hasn't been left untouched by the laws of the school on chance alone. "I've half expected retaliation from the...common room incident," she decides to call the dungbomb affair. "Why haven't you?" she finds herself asking.

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
The girl looks slightly confused at my calling her your highness but she has earned the title. Definatly!.
"You came," she replies softly. The girl looks around and I can't help but grin. She seems impressed and I am surprised with myself. At first I wanted to stand the girl up because that is just asking to get axe-murdered but I decided to take the chance. The girl says that she is Alora and I smile. She reaches out a pale hand and I take it giving a firm shake.

"I've half expected retaliation from the...common room incident," Alora says. I nod waiting for her to go on. I remember the dung bomb all to well. "Why haven't you?" Alora adds on. I smirk and pull the dark hood off of my head reveiling lond blonde wavy hair with badass purple streaks. I honestly think I look badass, at least I hope. I really have tried.

I walk to the other side of her and slip somthing into her pocket without Alora noticing. Good job Opal.

"I didn't retailiate because I thought it was genius. Such a well planned prank? It was just amazing. Besides I was getting a bit tired of snogging so I liked the excuse! I am a bit salty about the whole thing because I did plan that event but..." I pause and grin. I had slipped a dungbomb into Aloras pocket.

"I can handle myself sweetheart. Trust me. Just look in your pockets if you don't beileve me!" I add.

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
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January 23, 2023
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Every student had their story, and though being names and faces, she didn't know much about many of those around her, just as she hardly mentioned her own background. Efelion had taught her to keep her guard up, and she had done so fairly well. Still, there was something in the theatrics of the blonde with purple highlights that Alora felt kindred with. Her own hand moved to shift her black locks, showing off the secret rainbow that lurked beneath. It'd been months since she'd started it, and she had diligently upkept it. A quote she had heard her sibling repeat once lingered in her mind: "gansta recognizes gangsta." And though neither of them fit that particular genre, she felt something in her pockets and smirked as she reached in to feel it. At least Opal seemed to know how to make an entrance, and that was something Alora could appreciate.

If the other had known the prank hadn't been planned and merely just a response to a failure to reflect on feelings, would she feel the same way? Alora wasn't about to say anything of the sort. "But what?" she asked, curious about this new development. There was tea to be spilled, and though Alora did her best to stay out of drama, she did so very much enjoy hearing about other people's drama. She had nothing nice to say about snogging so she held her tongue. There was no point in creating animosity. After all, Slytherin was were one went to make true friends wasn't it?

"Sweet," she smiled. "I had used my last one...guess I have a second chance at chaos," she smirked.


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Alora smirks at me and I grin. I slip off the cloak and let it fall to the floor in a black heap. Underneath I am wearing a leather jacket on top of a white crop top. I am also wearing dark jeans with a chain attached to it. I turn just so to show a temperary tattoo that reads, "Death before dishonor" on the bottom part of my back. Alora seems pretty cool and pretty badass as well so that should be nice.

"You know we could team up." I suggest with a smirk. She seems pretty awsome and honestly it is hard to pull off pranks alone. I could really have sombody on my side. Yes that would be cool. I run my fingers over my black choker and grin again.

" We could really cause chaos in this school" I add on. To be slighty mysterious I start singing softly in a beautiful voice and I sing this, " There's a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark Finally, I can see you crystal clear. Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare See how I'll leave with every piece of you. Don't underestimate the things that I will do There's a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark" . When I finish a blush a bit.

"Sorry that just my group from my hometown used to sing. This is like dejavu" I add.

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
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January 23, 2023
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Death before dishonor. She'd read that somewhere, but she can't remember. It's pretty neat though. "That's so cool," she responds to the flashing of the fake tattoo. "The last fake tattoo I got was this glitter tiger from the one-quid store," she chuckled. It sounds cooler than it is, but that's a whole different story.

"A duet huh," she taps her chin as though she has to consider this, but truth be told, Alora is more than happy to have a partner in crime. As the girl sings she smiles and listens. She knows the tune, but not the lyrics as well. "Well maybe not a singing duet, because I've been told I'm tone deaf," she adds with a bit of a laughing smile. "But I'm sure we can come up with something," she adds, plucking her newfound friend's cloak off the ground and looping their arms.

Alora doesn't want to stand still, it's suspicious. She knows how to survive, it's one of the things she's learned early on in life. "Walk with me friend," she continues easily. "Have you heard of the Slytherins that pranked the Ravenclaws earlier in the year?"

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
Alora tells me my tattoo is cool and I smile. "The last fake tattoo I got was this glitter tiger from the one-quid store," Alora says. I raise my eyebrows wanting to know more but all she offers is a chuckle.

"I will have to know that story sometime" I say with a grin. Alora says that we could be a duet and she picks up my cloak from the ground. The then loops her arm through mine and I jump a bit. "Sorry! I am not used to touch!" I say with a laugh.

Alora then asks if I know about the Slytherins that pranked Ravenclaw that year and I shake my head slowly. I do not recall this because it would be somthing I know.

"I do not think so. But I think I know who was behind it" I say with a smirk. I lightly poke her side in a playful way.

"But I would love to know. Earlier this year my friend was stealing my gum and I was tired of it! So I switched the gum out with a laxitive. They where exploding for days! The important thing is nobody has tried my gum since!" I say with a snort.

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January 23, 2023
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That poke had Alora bend with the angular exaggeration of a feline. It was the curse of having an older sibling, or in her case, six of them. There were parts of her that were hypersensitive to touch. The sides of her neck and her sides, in general, had been the target of tickles. Engagements furthered by her petite and compact size apparently meant that she was extra squeezable and tickle-able to her chagrin.

"Sorry," she squeaked with a giggle before getting back on track with her thoughts. After her prank on Gryffindor, she had expected retaliation, and when it had happened, it had surfaced...unexpectedly. "And if you're implying it was me..." she said with a bit of a pause. "I wish."

It was the truth. She wished it had been her handy work. Alas, it had not been. It had been a hit. A means to get the emerald and silver in trouble, and though the snakes were capable of trouble all by their lonesome, they could do better than whatever that had been. "It was meant to look like our work," she said. The walls had ears, and she didn't want to take blame if she didn't have to.

It seemed Opal had a streak of mischief of her own, and Alora knew she had chosen correctly. "I think this misinformation needs to be..." what word was she looking for. "Rectified." It was the closest to how she felt about it.

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Closed Passing Notes PV Opal Brinkman
Alora tells me the prank was not planned by her I frown a bit. I thought it was her to be honest. I shiver a bit and slip my cloak back on. It is a little bit cold to be honest. I am a bit confused when she says it was supposed to look like her work and it shows on my expression. I dismiss it when she says, "I think this misinformation needs to be... Rectified.". Now what the hell does that mean?

"Alora I am very stupid. What the hell does Rectified mean?" I say with a frown. I was never to good in my vocablary class in muggle school what so ever. I actually almost failed.

"I was dreadful at English in my Muggle school" I say sheepishly. We continue walking down the empty corridors and I glance around. The shadows are quite defined and slightly spooky. Cool.

I fiddle with my silver snake neclace. That is a nervous habit I had had for a while. So annoying I swear! I glance at Alora trying to see if my ignorance annoyed her. I personally hate dumb people and I am being pretty dumb right now.

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