let the butterbeer flow * val

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[atrb=width,240] Ice cream. A cool treat that most children dreamed of, most people have had the opportunity to indulge in. The creamy thoughts of chocolate and vanilla raced through the young Slytherin's mind as she pranced around her dormitory. Most of the girls whom she shared a room with were sleeping, leaving Xyla to her own doings. When Xyla was left alone and awake at hours such as these, there was no telling what she would be able to accomplish. So far, her homework for the next two weeks had been completed and her chest was now neatly organized and color coded. Her bright blue eyes flashed brightly as the light excreting from the tip of her wand hovered above her bed. Her thoughts seemed to be revolving around the creamy, dairy delicacy. A sigh escaped her plump lips as a rumble could be heard from her stomach. It was time to march herself to where the ice cream could be found. Now, there was an art to sneaking out at night. You couldn't be caught by the night watcher nor any patrolling professors. You had to listen and watch carefully what you were doing and where you were going. Xyla had done this enough times throughout her formative years to be classified as a self proclaimed expert on dodging those people. A smile crept to her lips as she summoned her short, black silk robe and covered herself in it. Her feet were clad in dark green slippers and her hair was a mess atop her head. Taking one last look around the room, she made a head count and made sure that her house mates were indeed asleep. Smiling, she softly closed the door behind her and marched herself out of the dormitory and into the hallway. Excitement roared through her as she came closer and closer to her destination. Soon, she reached the door with no complications in her mission. A smile spread across her face as she silently made her way to the refrigerator and pulled out the ice cream pale and summoned herself a large cooking spoon. Stabbing the creamy dessert, Xyla grinned. You shall be mine!" She yelled to herself, victoriously.	[atrb=width,140] words , 368 words tagged , valyndiar notes , i hope this is enough for you to work with!
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[valyndiar]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Until we have seen someone's darkness[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] He had lain there for hours after dinner, craving something delicious to eat. The first things he thought of caviar but that could wait, no his palate was craving something soft and sweet, with a bit of tang and sauce to it. His mind mulled over decisions before it was treacle over French bean vanilla ice cream with a slice of pie. That he decided upon, he could almost taste the sticky sweet syrup. Served with warm pie, so the ice cream became melt in the mouth gooeyness. A hand ran through his dark strands as he sat up at the side of his bed. Feet sliding into his black slippers and he reached for the dark green silk robe. Valyndiar tied it at the waist, loosely, very loosely. His wand slipped into his hand as his brown gaze looked about the dormitory, before he pointed his wand at his slippers. ”Silenco”so his shoes would be silent as he walked. The seventh year contemplated putting the entire dorm to sleep but he didn’t plan on being gone that long. Just long enough to get that delicious treat, true he could have conjured it to himself but where was the fun in that. When it was more fun to sneak out. The dark haired boy quietly crept into the hallway, inching along the walls, and peering around corners. He’d pause thinking he heard someone up ahead and then when he got closer; there was no one there. After a little bit, he finally made it into the kitchen, just as Xyla had her back to him was conjuring a spoon. Triumphal stabbing the ice cream ”If your not going to share with me. Then we will duel for it, woman” came his thick Russian voice, as he stood behind her. Though he conjured a bowl and seen floating from under a tea towel was a slice of pie, that deposited itself in his warmed bowl. ”Icecream” He says holding the bowl out for her to put a scoop into it. His brown eyes locking onto blue, a dead serious expression on his face that he meant business over some ice cream. For a moment Val studied her, captivated just a moment. He wasn’t sure if it had been by the way she declared victory over the ice cream or if it was something else entirely. Though he stood in comfortable silence with her. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― Valyndiar Mikhail Kazimir[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Xyla[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 403[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Sticky and sweet[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: 255; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[atrb=width,240] As the red head triumphantly stabbed at the ice cream, she had barely noticed the individual walk in behind her. As she leaned up against the counter she extracted the off-white substance and placed it in her mouth. The cold treat touched her delicate taste buds, offering her senses a rush of flavor. A smile crept along her lips. Her head quickly snapped to the side at the sound of another's body enter her domain. Her heart was beating quickly, her palms slightly sweaty in fear that it was a professor who had walked in on her. She exhaled roughly, bringing the hand with the spoon to her chest. "Scaring a woman out of her wits will not get you anywhere," she said, a quirky smile gracing her features. Soon, the smile had faded, leaving her face in a contorted grimace. There was no way she was sharing with this ape of a man, even if his accent was appealing to her. The Slytherin snorted and stabbed at her ice cream pail once more. "I wouldn't want you to go crying to our housemates that a girl beat you in a duel Val," she replied, thick Scottish accent ringing through the air. Xyla scoffed at her housemate and placed the spoon into her mouth once more, only this time she slid it down her tongue in a sensual manner. She was quite aware that this being in front of her loved to tease girls and hop to every new one he saw. Frankly, Xyla was a little like that herself, only she did it more privately. A tease in the closet. "Now, if you want your ice cream, you'll have to come and get it from me," she finished. She wasn't one for people demanding things from her, but tonight was a little different. In Xyla's mind, they were alone and both in robes. Perhaps this could become an advantage to the young witch. Her freckled face glowed in the light of their wands as she sat there, thinking of her next move. He would either lunge for her pail of ice cream, or he would try something to make her go weak in the knees. At any rate, she would be prepared for what the Russian student had to offer her. Perhaps it was finally time that she met her match. Blue eyes focused on the male in front of her for a moment. He had dark, handsome features that could not be ignored. He was well built, from what she could see from his loosely tied robe. He was quite a bit taller than she as well, but not by much. She could use this man to her advantage. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation and for some odd reason, want and desire. Did he have this effect on all women he crossed paths with? She wondered.	[atrb=width,140] words , 484 words tagged , valyndiar notes , this is going to get sexy quick!
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Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] The dark haired wizard stood there in his loosely wrapped robe, one that all it would take is a single tug and that know would end up coming undone to reveal the taller Slytherin would be in nothing but an open robe house slippers and boxer like shorts. If such a thing happened she would be graced with the sight of even more deeply bronzed skin, washboard abs, the small trickle of a happy hair that ran from his navel and dipped into the waistband of those shorts. In a come hither fashion, he smiled just a moment as he watched the red head look to the side as if she had been caught, like a deer in the headlights. "Scaring a woman out of her wits will not get you anywhere" Valyndiar chuckles at her. ”Correction, fear can get me many places and many things I want Xyla” he’d watch her stab the ice cream again. So it was going to be like that was it? He'd sit the bowl in his hand down on the counter and those brown eyes almost seemed to come to life. They looked golden, and had a snake like property to them in the way he smirked. She thought fear would not get him anywhere, had she not seen the dark one in action, or felt the heat of his gaze…perhaps she just needed a taste of the intoxicating power it gave. ”I doubt you could beat me Xyla, I’m more then willing to let you try though” he’d reply to her, his wand there in his hand. His gaze never wavered, as she slowly licked the spoon, not even a brow lofting to indicate he was enticed. Though the thought in his mind was Two can play this game Xyla Oh yes, two could play such a game, for a brief moment he contemplated showing her just how they could play such a game but the opportunity was not right, not yet. "Now, if you want your ice cream, you'll have to come and get it from me," Kazimir would almost tauntingly ask ”how do you want me to come and claim it but instead A swish of his wrist ”Accio Ice cream! the wand pointed at the pail of ice cream that Xyla had claimed as her own. Valyndiar did not have to be told twice. No, one generally only had to tell him something once and it was done. Sure he could have tried to lunge for it and take it from the shorter girl, or tried to seduce her into giving it to him. All was fair in love and war, and this could be both? That was if he believed in love at first sight, not that Valyndiar would ever admit he believed in love. No he had a tough time admitting feelings, he buried them under his layers. That damnable smirk of his would be tugging his lips again as the ice cream would try to pull away from her, either bringing it to him or bringing both it’self and her to him. ”Now, where were we? he’d grin at the red head. Cocky jerk, wasn’t he, was it part of his charming demeanor or was he just trying to get under her skin. Either way his grin was of a rakish fashion. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― Valyndiar Mikhail Kazimir[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Xyla[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 556[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Its getting hot in here[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: 255; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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