Post by jennifer on May 23, 2010 20:34:00 GMT -5
Phoebe Roman sat up in her bed, stretching her arms and groaning at the early time. She hated getting up before noon. She reached up and pulled her curtains back, blinking at the invading sunlight. She grumbled at it for a moment as if that would help anything, and then she swung her legs off the side of her bed. She reached blindly for her grandfather’s pocket watch and saw that it was in fact twelve thirty in the afternoon. She smirked. Ah well. It was still too early… At least it was Saturday and she hadn’t blown off any classes…again.
And she had exactly half an hour until lunch would be served. She hated missing lunch. It meant that she would walk around with a grumbling stomach until dinner time. And a grumbling stomach meant she would be grumpy, which nobody liked.
Phoebe jumped up and headed towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel on her way in. She was pretty sure it was her room mate’s towel, but hers was still dirty and she didn’t really know its exact location at the moment. Besides, Jessica had such soft, absorbent towels. If she didn’t want people using them then she shouldn’t leave them hanging all neatly folded over the foot of her bed like that. It was just rude.
Ten minutes later, Phoebe came out of the shower smelling of vanilla and sandalwood, Jessica’s soft, absorbent towel wrapped around her slim form. She dried her hair with her wand and gave it a little bit of wave, but nothing too big. Then came her outfit for the day. Merlin, she loved Saturdays. Casual clothing was allowed. That meant no knee high socks and pleated skirts. Although she didn’t object to wearing them when she had detention. There was something naughty about pleated skirts and knee high socks.
After rifling through her trunk, she decided on a white v-neck t-shirt under a gray denim jacket, with a pair of dark skinny jeans and red pumps. She put on her grandfather’s pocket watch turned necklace and a few glitzy bracelets. She always looked her best.
A few mirror checks and a spray of vanilla perfume and Phoebe was ready for Hogwarts. She walked out of her dorm and down the stairs into the Slytherin common room. She ignored the stares of the Slytherin boys. She was used to them by now. Since puberty, she hadn’t been interested in a single one. They just weren’t her type. She was more into the mature, older, forbidden sort that she clearly wasn’t allowed to have. In fact, the more off limits, the better. That was just how she rolled. Always had, and chances are always would. And forget marriage. She’d just end up having an affair anyways.
Once in the Great Hall, Phoebe walked with her head high to the Slytherin table. Her blue eyes scanned the rows of people before she saw the familiar blonde head she was looking for. At the same time, the said blonde head looked up and began waving frantically. Well, not the head, the arms that- oh whatever.
Phoebe walked over and sat down next to Natalia Sullivan, her best friend of six years. Natalia handed her the Daily Prophet.
“Took the liberty of tipping and being bitten by your delivery owl this morning. Since you couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed.” Natalia smiled.
“That’s why I love you, Nat. Always looking out.” Phoebe smiled, unfurling the paper. She looked down and grinned. The cover story was about a young inventor who was making it big, and making it quickly.
“Oh shit.” Natalia said. “I should have looked at it before giving it to you…” Natalia sighed, knowing Phoebe’s obsession with older men, Aurors, professors, and other ministry workers.
Phoebe wasn’t listening however. She was focusing on Tony Stark. “Yum-mee.” She said slowly, pointing to his picture.
“Ew. He’s like thirty.”
“Who cares? He’s effing delicious.” She said, her eyes blazing.
“You are seriously disturbed, you know that right?” Natalia asked.
Phoebe giggled and looked back down at the article. “Hmm…I think I’m going to write an article for the school newspaper.” She grinned, standing up.
“We don’t have a school newspaper!” Natalia called after her.
“Oh yeah…I’ll have to change that.” Phoebe replied, grabbing an uneaten sandwich off of someone’s plate just before they reached for it.
Phoebe ate the sandwich on her way back to her dormitory as she absorbed all the information she could about this Tony character. God, he was delicious. She smirked as she entered her dorm, heading to her desk to write an incredibly important letter.
Dear Mr. Stark,
My name is Phoebe Roman and I am the editor in chief of the Hogwarts Herald. I read your article in the Daily Prophet today. I find you and your job extremely interesting and I was wondering if you might have time for an interview today. If so, I will be in the Three Broomsticks this evening at five o’clock. I’ll be sitting at the bar. I’m sure I’ll recognize you.
Thank you for your time,
Phoebe Roman
Phoebe grinned at her handiwork, proud of herself for coming up with such a good newspaper name for Hogwarts right off the bat. She read the letter over a few times to make sure it sounded legit before she walked down to the owlery and sent it out with her owl, El.
“This calls for a push-up bra.” She decided with a nod as she was getting ready.
She switched her v-neck for a dressier black top with a deeper neck line, but kept it classy with a red cami underneath, to match the pumps. She smiled slightly at the wonders a simple push up bra could have.
Five o’clock rolled around and she was sitting in the bar, sipping at a club soda with lime. She’d always hated butterbeer, and it just didn’t look professional when you had a foam mustache.
[Here's this! I'm still working on the Annasophia one. ]
And she had exactly half an hour until lunch would be served. She hated missing lunch. It meant that she would walk around with a grumbling stomach until dinner time. And a grumbling stomach meant she would be grumpy, which nobody liked.
Phoebe jumped up and headed towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel on her way in. She was pretty sure it was her room mate’s towel, but hers was still dirty and she didn’t really know its exact location at the moment. Besides, Jessica had such soft, absorbent towels. If she didn’t want people using them then she shouldn’t leave them hanging all neatly folded over the foot of her bed like that. It was just rude.
Ten minutes later, Phoebe came out of the shower smelling of vanilla and sandalwood, Jessica’s soft, absorbent towel wrapped around her slim form. She dried her hair with her wand and gave it a little bit of wave, but nothing too big. Then came her outfit for the day. Merlin, she loved Saturdays. Casual clothing was allowed. That meant no knee high socks and pleated skirts. Although she didn’t object to wearing them when she had detention. There was something naughty about pleated skirts and knee high socks.
After rifling through her trunk, she decided on a white v-neck t-shirt under a gray denim jacket, with a pair of dark skinny jeans and red pumps. She put on her grandfather’s pocket watch turned necklace and a few glitzy bracelets. She always looked her best.
A few mirror checks and a spray of vanilla perfume and Phoebe was ready for Hogwarts. She walked out of her dorm and down the stairs into the Slytherin common room. She ignored the stares of the Slytherin boys. She was used to them by now. Since puberty, she hadn’t been interested in a single one. They just weren’t her type. She was more into the mature, older, forbidden sort that she clearly wasn’t allowed to have. In fact, the more off limits, the better. That was just how she rolled. Always had, and chances are always would. And forget marriage. She’d just end up having an affair anyways.
Once in the Great Hall, Phoebe walked with her head high to the Slytherin table. Her blue eyes scanned the rows of people before she saw the familiar blonde head she was looking for. At the same time, the said blonde head looked up and began waving frantically. Well, not the head, the arms that- oh whatever.
Phoebe walked over and sat down next to Natalia Sullivan, her best friend of six years. Natalia handed her the Daily Prophet.
“Took the liberty of tipping and being bitten by your delivery owl this morning. Since you couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed.” Natalia smiled.
“That’s why I love you, Nat. Always looking out.” Phoebe smiled, unfurling the paper. She looked down and grinned. The cover story was about a young inventor who was making it big, and making it quickly.
“Oh shit.” Natalia said. “I should have looked at it before giving it to you…” Natalia sighed, knowing Phoebe’s obsession with older men, Aurors, professors, and other ministry workers.
Phoebe wasn’t listening however. She was focusing on Tony Stark. “Yum-mee.” She said slowly, pointing to his picture.
“Ew. He’s like thirty.”
“Who cares? He’s effing delicious.” She said, her eyes blazing.
“You are seriously disturbed, you know that right?” Natalia asked.
Phoebe giggled and looked back down at the article. “Hmm…I think I’m going to write an article for the school newspaper.” She grinned, standing up.
“We don’t have a school newspaper!” Natalia called after her.
“Oh yeah…I’ll have to change that.” Phoebe replied, grabbing an uneaten sandwich off of someone’s plate just before they reached for it.
Phoebe ate the sandwich on her way back to her dormitory as she absorbed all the information she could about this Tony character. God, he was delicious. She smirked as she entered her dorm, heading to her desk to write an incredibly important letter.
Dear Mr. Stark,
My name is Phoebe Roman and I am the editor in chief of the Hogwarts Herald. I read your article in the Daily Prophet today. I find you and your job extremely interesting and I was wondering if you might have time for an interview today. If so, I will be in the Three Broomsticks this evening at five o’clock. I’ll be sitting at the bar. I’m sure I’ll recognize you.
Thank you for your time,
Phoebe Roman
Phoebe grinned at her handiwork, proud of herself for coming up with such a good newspaper name for Hogwarts right off the bat. She read the letter over a few times to make sure it sounded legit before she walked down to the owlery and sent it out with her owl, El.
“This calls for a push-up bra.” She decided with a nod as she was getting ready.
She switched her v-neck for a dressier black top with a deeper neck line, but kept it classy with a red cami underneath, to match the pumps. She smiled slightly at the wonders a simple push up bra could have.
Five o’clock rolled around and she was sitting in the bar, sipping at a club soda with lime. She’d always hated butterbeer, and it just didn’t look professional when you had a foam mustache.
[Here's this! I'm still working on the Annasophia one. ]