procrastination at it's finest! ((OPEN

[fionna marylin knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l536/CarCrashFaggot/Texture_16_by_KeyMoon.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]O-N-C-E I HAD[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]A NAME TO CLAIM, I SCRAPED ON THE WALLS LIKE AN ORTHODOX SAINT I WISH FOR THE SAME OLD THINGS THAT TURN ME INSIDE OUT, HEARING IS THE STRAIN, IT'S JUST A GAME -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]It was that time of day. The time of day when she finally had a free period, and wanted to run outside and sunbathe with Cake for a while. Of course it was also that time of day when she realized, halfway out the door, she had homework piling up that needed to get done before she could enjoy herself. Lamenting on this fact she sighed and pushed her golden hair from her eyes, before glancing around. First years were rushing to class, lost and late, but otherwise the halls were pretty empty. Pursing her lips she rocked on her heels and considered doing the work later, but sadly she knew if she didn't crack the books open now she'd never get it done. Sighing sadly as she cast the door a longing look, she spun on her heels and trudged all the way back upstairs. Luckily for her she was an adventurer so the trek wasn't as bad as it seemed. Climbing that final flight of stairs she padded quietly to the library and opened the door. Peeking in she saw clusters of struggling Hufflepuffs and a few Ravenclaws with their noses buried in books. Shaking her head and stiffling a giggle she slid her way to the very back where no one would see her. Setting her work down she rifled through the stack and wrote down the necessary number of books and their titles on a spare bit of parchment. Glancing up as she felt eyes on her, she wasn't surprised to see Cake suddenly laying all over her things. Raising an eyebrow she smiled and playfully rubbed the cat's belly. "Cake! What are you doing on my papers? I need those." She whispered in a hushed tone. The last thing she needed was to be kicked out. Cake looked at her through lethargic eyes and lay back down, tail nearly knocking over a bottle of ink. Saving the ink and her parchment the young woman managed to grasp her things from the cat's fluffy body. Shaking her head she clicked her tongue and noted how being in the dark atmosphere of the library was making her sleepy. In a bad way, not the oh-so-nice-sun-is-very-warm way she was so fond of. A small frown tugged at her lips as she glanced wistfully out a nearby window. But as always, work now play later. Slowly making her way past stacks of books, she found most of what she needed besides one herbology book. Dumping the others on the table, and receiving a glare from Cake, she journeyed back to find the missing tome. Unfortunately for her, she did find it, but was too short to grasp it properly. Standing on the tip of her toes she stuck out her tongue a bit in concentration as she attempted to reach the book without climbing the shelves.[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: open! WORDS: number. NOTES: what time is it? ADVENTURE TIME! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[remus]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]His day was finally freed up with his defense against the dark arts class ending just as the sun seemed to heat up the outside world the most. Surprisingly, his friends were nowhere to be found. With the absence of his friends, he took to going to the library. The library was perhaps his favorite place to be at in the castle. If the hat had put him in gryffindor, he easily could have been seen in the ravenclaw tower. Remus was quite intelligent, favoring book smarts over street smarts. Considering his quiet nature, his hobby consisted of reading books before making three friends. With his three friends, he barely had time to read books anymore. In fact, he spent his time reading only when he would get away from his friends. Remus walked into the library, taking a seat by a shelf in the corner. It was a seat away from the other students in the library. He was used to being the loner in Hogwarts despite being best friends with some of the most popular gryffindor students. His hair was messed up and a long cut was on the side of his face. The night before, had been a full moon which resulted in fresh cuts on him. As a werewolf, he ended up attacking himself sometimes out of control. It was due to the fact that he was penned up in the shrieking shack. This was one reason that students stayed away from him, if he was by himself. They were unsure, if he was really visiting his ill mother or doing something else when he would disappear on certain nights. Covering his ears was a headset which was one item allowed in the castle, the walkman that enabled him to listen to muggle music. It was one way that he could escape from Hogwarts back to the muggle world. Sitting in the corner, he was writing down notes on his potions book, mainly underlining things for the wolfsbane potion. He also spent the time, drawing the moon on the page. It was his way of venting his frustrations over being a werewolf, drawing in his potions book. The potion was something that he could not manage to make on his own rather something that he would be given by Dumbledore. Though this was not an every full moon thing, more that it would happen every other month or so. He lifted his head to see a young girl with blonde hair, trying to get a book off of a shelf near him. Remus pushed the headset off his ears to around his neck, looking at the girl. After a moment of her trying though failing to get the book, he stood up and reached his hand up to the shelf. Getting the book, he said, "Well miss, I believe this is what you were trying to get?" He handed it to her, his brown eyes moving towards the cat that was with her. Remus said, "With his permission, may I join you over here?" It was a joke since his sense of humor was always intact.[/style]

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[fionna marylin knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l536/CarCrashFaggot/Texture_16_by_KeyMoon.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]O-N-C-E I HAD[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]A NAME TO CLAIM, I SCRAPED ON THE WALLS LIKE AN ORTHODOX SAINT I WISH FOR THE SAME OLD THINGS THAT TURN ME INSIDE OUT, HEARING IS THE STRAIN, IT'S JUST A GAME -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]She blinked at the book suddenly moved, her brow furrowing as she glanced at the fingertips that held it. Pursing her lips it occurred to her that someone was helping her, and despite her initial reaction of wanting to climb the shelves to prove she was capable of getting it herself, she whirled around to face her savior. Behind her stood Prince Gumball a boy she knew by name and sight, though it was because of his rambunctious friends. She smiled very brightly at him and made eye contact. And that was when a shiver of recognition ran down her spine. Her smile didn't fade, but warped from the bright and friendly one she had to a softer, more knowing smile. She tilted her head and allowed herself, unashamed, to gaze at the scar on his face. Subconsciously she began to rub her right arm, and the memories from last night trickled into her head. "Remus Lupin, fellow Gryffindor sixth year though you don't know my name I'm guessing." She broke the awkward silence she undoubtedly caused and looked at Cake. Disgruntled, the cat released a small noise akin to indignant complaining. "She wouldn't mind, and to be honest I'd love your company. I admittedly need a bit of help on a ....personal project." Wolfsbane. Something that could help the insanity of that one cursed night. It was a wonder she didn't look an absolute wreck right now, her eyes were bright and her smile fresh and sweet. The only hint of exhaustion was the way she slightly slouched and favored her left side. Blinking for a moment a humorous expression crossed her face, akin to embarrassment mixed with horror, and she stuck her right hand out without thinking. "Fionna. Fionna Knight. Fellow quirky sixth year Gryffie."[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: open! WORDS: number. NOTES: what time is it? ADVENTURE TIME! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[remus]

[STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 110px; height: 22px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #43425D; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #43425D; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #D8D8D8; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #D8D8D8; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #43425D; width: 90px; height: 35px; margin-right: 10px; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px;] NOTES ! [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 100px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin-right: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 10px;] TAGS. fionna. WORDS. 448 LYRICS. this is war, 30 seconds to mars. NOTES. bam! [/style]

[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Remus' eyes met those of the girl, who appeared just as quirky as they come. After handing her the book, he moved his hand down to the walkman which was attached to the backpack, turning the music off. His own face had a smile on it, merely because he was one of the friendliest people in the castle. Also, they were both housemates though they didn't see each other often. After all, James and Sirius were the center of attention in the common room at night. He had heard of her though they had never properly met. The look from her to his scar made him look to the ground, a bit ashamed by the way his face looked. It was something he hated, being stared at. A lot of people did it when he looked like a mess. Remus looked back up at her when she started to talk about him. Despite the stare to his cut, he still had the smile on his face. Responding to her, he said, "I know who you are, we just have never been properly introduced." In fact, he remembered seeing her some nights after the full moons. She sometimes had cuts like him. Could she perhaps be a werewolf like him? Remus believed himself to be the only one at the school since he could not recall anyone else going to the shrieking shack. The girl looked at the cat and it seemed the cat was not pleased with having another human in it's presence. Remus said, "Apologies to your cat for mistaking her to be a him. What kind of personal project?" If it had something to do with the potions book which was in his hand, he was of no help. Potions was the subject that he was weakest at, almost failing it to the point of being unable to take it after OWLs. It was apparent that she was a bit tired though from a full moon night, he wasn't sure. His sign of exhaustion was merely the cuts on his face and perhaps, the rings under his eyes from getting no sleep. Remus' eyes were a soft brown as always though they didn't look like that on a full moon. Never. She stuck out her hand, introducing herself finally. Taking her small hand in his, he shook hands with her. He said, "It's nice to finally meet you, Fionna. Isn't that a princess name? Fionna plus Knight...quite an interesting combination." Remus was never good with girls, anyone who knew him, knew that he had yet to even manage a kiss from anyone in the school. So, awkwardness was usually the result between himself and a girl.[/style]

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[fionna marylin knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l536/CarCrashFaggot/Texture_16_by_KeyMoon.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]O-N-C-E I HAD[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]A NAME TO CLAIM, I SCRAPED ON THE WALLS LIKE AN ORTHODOX SAINT I WISH FOR THE SAME OLD THINGS THAT TURN ME INSIDE OUT, HEARING IS THE STRAIN, IT'S JUST A GAME -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]She held the book close to her chest, and realized at the last minute she really really shouldn't have held out her right hand. The moment he grabbed her hand, pain shot up her arm in waves. Her right arm had been mutilated when she was bit, down to the bone and further. It was scarred grossly and physically weaker than her right arm. Spots danced in her vision as she blinked rapidly. Though she did her very best to keep up the appearance of strength and normality, her voice wavered as she spoke. "Well in the least I've managed being noticed by the great Marauder." Her smile trembled as she gazed at Prince Gumball Remus and she dropped the book in her arm. She craddled her right arm to herself and hissed quietly. Though looking as her clothed arm she glanced at Remus apologetically. Sorry...my arm is....damaged. She glanced at him in surprise, and her face flushed pink. A princess name? She'd never considered herself much of a princess to be honest, she was more of a hero than anything. She smiled brightly again, she felt a beautiful friendship between them blooming, though she wondered if this would only be surface deep like most of her other friendships. Then again it wasn't ever day you met a fellow werewolf student. "I uh...wanted help with..." She lowered her voice and leaned forward a bit. "A wolfsbane potion." She chose at that moment to consider he may not be a great potions student. But hey she loved potions, and with two heads working together instead of one, maybe they could get it right themselves?[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: open! WORDS: number. NOTES: what time is it? ADVENTURE TIME! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[remus]

[STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 110px; height: 22px; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #43425D; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #43425D; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; border: 5px solid #D8D8D8; margin-right: 10px; background-color: #D8D8D8; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #43425D; width: 90px; height: 35px; margin-right: 10px; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px;] NOTES ! [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D8D8D8; width: 100px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; margin-right: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 10px;] TAGS. fionna. WORDS. 498 LYRICS. this is war, 30 seconds to mars. NOTES. bam! [/style]

[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]When his hand touched hers, he could tell something was wrong. She may have tried her best to keep her composure, but the rapid blinking gave it away. Remus let go of her hand, not wanting to cause her anymore pain. Fionna spoke of him being a great marauder that managed to notice her. He said, "It's not hard to notice others, I am only noticeable due to my friends." If he was not friends with James, Sirius, or Peter, well he would lack more attention than he was given. He would have preferred the less attention, but he would not trade his friends for anything. His eyes turned their attention to her arm which she craddled to herself. Fionna glanced at him with an apologetic look, explaining her arm was damaged. Removing the headset from around his neck with his left arm, he moved the shirt collar just a bit, so she could see his own scar. At the age of four, he was bitten between his neck and shoulder, resulting in almost death. Moving his hand away, he looked at her and said, "You're not the only with scars..." It was not like him to go showing off a scar, but it was to merely show that they both had their own damages. His own scar was from Fenrir Greyback, someone that most wizards and witches feared now. He was well known for biting children on purpose, ruining lives one bite at a time. Remus would not flat out admit to being a werewolf, but he was sure that she could figure it out. That was if she was definitely a werewolf like him. Her face turned pink at what he said, a surprise that was. Remus could never consider himself someone that could charm a girl. Though it seemed that was happening though no intentions of that were in his mind. Sitting down at the table where Cake was laying, he put the book down. Remus heard her mention the wolfsbane potion, something he had tried to make countless times. Something that had failed countless times. He turned the page in his potions book to the one with drawings along with some notes. Remus said, "I may not be of much help, potions is not my area of strength. Just look at my notes, filled of drawings." One student he knew, could probably make wolfsbane without assistance from another. However, that was out of the question considering they did not get along often. His attention turned off the book and up to her. He replied in a low voice, "If you ever need any, you could ask Dumbledore..." Remus did not like bugging the headmaster too much thus why he went some nights without it. Dumbledore was someone that he wanted to stay in contact with, for probably the rest of his life. Also, he knew the headmaster was a busy man that did not need to attend to his every need of wolfsbane potion.[/style]

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[fionna marylin knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l536/CarCrashFaggot/Texture_16_by_KeyMoon.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll247/lpsfreak/Frieda%20Rose%20Icons/freidaicon13.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]O-N-C-E I HAD[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]A NAME TO CLAIM, I SCRAPED ON THE WALLS LIKE AN ORTHODOX SAINT I WISH FOR THE SAME OLD THINGS THAT TURN ME INSIDE OUT, HEARING IS THE STRAIN, IT'S JUST A GAME -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Her eyes locked onto the scar, and she nodded numbly. Despite the current episode of sharing, she was still nervous about revealing her own damaged arm. She sat herself at the table and fiddled with her sleeve, slowly inching the fabric up. The bite mark was on the tender inside of her arm, the scar angry and red. The flesh looked as though it had difficulty growing back, and was blotchy from the rubbing contact with the fabric of her shirt. She didn't say anything for a few moments, just stared at the scar she avoided looking at. It brought back painful memories, the sound of her mother screaming, her father's fearful face and her mother's broken body. Closing her eyes as a headache began to throb in her temple, she rolled her sleeve back down carefully and smiled weakly at the young man seated next to her. Cake glanced at the two and flicked her tail in the direction of the intruder, yawning to reveal pointed teeth and glancing at Remus as though in warning. Cake was more like a dog than a cat, protective of her mistress and best friend. Fionna smiled and pet the cat gently, fingers brushing through her soft fur. Contented, the cat closed her eyes and fell back into her nap. She glanced at his noted and bit her lip to suppress a smile. "I'm somewhat of a savant at potions, it's one of my favorite subjects. You know if you ever need help you can ask me!" And suddenly she was quirky again. Though she did flush with shame. Asking for things wasn't a strong suit of hers, she much rather liked learning to do things on her own. It made people's lives easier, and she twisted her hair around her slender fingers. "I'd much rather learn on my own. Asking makes me feel guilty, I'm guessing its the same for you? Maybe if we both work on it we can finish it!"[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: open! WORDS: number. NOTES: what time is it? ADVENTURE TIME! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[remus]

NOTES ! TAGS. fionna. WORDS. 448 LYRICS. this is war, 30 seconds to mars. NOTES. bam!

to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim. THIS IS WAR It was not something that he did often. Showing his scar off to random strangers, but it was rare for him to stumble upon another werewolf. In exchange for him showing the scar on him, she moved the fabric of her sleeve up. The mark on her arm was red and looked blotchy from the rubbing contact with the fabric of her shirt. The mark made him question, who had bitten her. It was most likely the same werewolf that had bitten him that long ago. She had her eyes closed, not wanting to look at the scar. Before she rolled the sleeve back down, he took his wand out. Pointing his wand at her arm, he muttered a healing spell under his breath. The blotchiness went down tremendously compared to what it looked like when she first pulled the sleeve up. Remus was not a healing expert, but he was capable of small spells such as the one that he just used. She rolled the sleeve back down and smiled at him as he sat next to her. The cat with Fionna, gave a warning to him about being with Fionna. Remus wasn't afraid of the cat, obviously, but he said nothing in response. The cat appeared to go back to sleeping as he had his book out on the table. The notes were simple drawings with some notes. Fionna mentioned being talented at potions, something he was not talented at. If he paid attention more in potions, he would perhaps grow more talented in it. She offered help with potions though admittedly, he had someone that he could ask for help with the subject already. That being Lily Evans though that relationship had more to it than most people knew. Remus said, "I am bloody horrible at it, I'm better off with spells over potion brewing. I'll keep your offer in mind." He wasn't about to give away that he already had someone for help as he wasn't the type to upset people. Especially given the fact that she has probably had to deal with disappointment, being a werewolf. This brought up the topic of asking for help with the potion. She offered if they both worked on it, they could finish it. Remus said, "You're practically working with a first year on this potion, but I am sure you can guide me to being on your level with this potion." He did not hold a lot of confidence in himself given the verbal abuse that he received a lot from others. Also, his comment was a confidence booster for her after seeing her not wanting to look at the mark on her arm at all.

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[fionna marylin knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l536/CarCrashFaggot/Texture_16_by_KeyMoon.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;] O-N-C-E I HAD A NAME TO CLAIM, I SCRAPED ON THE WALLS LIKE AN ORTHODOX SAINT I WISH FOR THE SAME OLD THINGS THAT TURN ME INSIDE OUT, HEARING IS THE STRAIN, IT'S JUST A GAME -- ! She was amazed to see the ugly red blotches fade into a light pink that blended with her skin better. Smiling brightly she turned that smile to him, her eyes sparkling with content. She bounced slightly in her seat and sighed pleasantly to herself, and even Cake had to peek up to see why she was so happy. Finn had never been that great with healing spells, so it was a very nice surprise to know Remus would do something so kind. "Oh thank you!" Glancing back at his book she smiled at the drawings lining the margins, and slid out her own potions book which had notes scribbled, mostly random life questions that stated she wasn't paying attention to the lesson, yet still excelled anyway. How else would she be a member of the Slug Club? "Some first years aren't that bad you know! I think you don't give yourself enough credit. Though thank you for the compliment!" Her head tilted back slightly as a giggle bubbled from her lips. She looked at him once again, sweeping a lock of golden hair behind her ear. She noticed the light glinting from his eyes, and her smile deepened as she tilted her head. She leaned a bit closer and scooted her chair closer, oblivious to how this may have been viewed as a romantic gesture to anyone else looking on. To her though, it was an innocent act between friends, the same way she would have acted toward Marshall Lee or Finn! A brief flicker in her mind reminded her she needed more female friends... "You have pretty eyes!" TAGS: remus~ WORDS: number. NOTES: what time is it? ADVENTURE TIME! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs!