Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 23:23:51 GMT
you are my shooting star
go shawty, it's yo birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday
So, tonight was supposed to be all excitement and teenaged hormones, and probably some weird wolfy hormones on top of that… basically a lot of hormones, on top of excitement, and stuff like that, and Linc was aware of that, but as aware of that as he was… the only thing he could think of was Rosemary, and the only thing he could feel was nervous. It was a good kind of nervous, though, not like the whole “giving a speech in class” nervous that made you black out and possibly throw up while you were blacked out. Nope, not that kind of nervous, the kind that gives you butterflies and makes you feel like your stomach is literally going to fly the hell out of your body.
That was where his thoughts stopped, because they inevitably led to grossness—your stomach can’t just fly out of your body without there being gore and uncomfortableness, that’s just a fact of life. So, right now he was putting music on, and writing on a whiteboard he kept in his room. His roomroom, not the dorm at Hogwarts… speaking of, his fingers were pretty much itching to use a spell—any kind, almost, as long as it was flashy and stuff. Not that he was trying to show off, or anything. Noooope, no way, no how… anyways.
Linc wasn’t completely sure where Rocko was, but he was fairly sure he was around somewhere? Probably not doing anything that was even remotely productive, because that’s just how Rocko was, but that was okay, because Linc actually really didn’t care how the party was for everyone else. He just basically wanted to have fun. Well, for people to have fun, and for some specific people to have fun. Like himself. And others. And he wasn’t going to be more specific than that, even in his own thoughts. Which was why he unlocked the front door, went outside and hung the whiteboard right next to the door, looking it over intently. Okay, now that he had it outside, it looked kinda—no, actually, it looked really pretty lame. Not that he really cared, because he could always blame it on Rocko—even if it completely wasn’t his style. You know, Linc really didn’t care. He wasn’t going to have anyone breaking any of his parents’ stuff—it was way too complicated to wait until his parents got home to try to fix stuff. Damn statute of magical whatevery. He knew he should know what it was called, considering he was a Ravenclaw, but honestly, it was such a pointless, silly rule, Linc didn’t even understand why it was still in place. Any Ravenclaw worth his salt would know the ways around it, easy. Slytherins, too, probably.
He looked over the rules one last time, nodding at each rule that was a good one—no breaking anything, no throwing up, NO HUMPING COUCHES, or any other property on the house, no entering bedrooms—he seriously doubted all of them would be followed, but hey. He wasn’t going to follow everyone around enforcing the rules… nope, he had something else to do this party. Speaking of, he put on a song specifically for the person he was planning on trying not to cling to like saran wrap, not that he thought she was going to hear it, but… yeah, the point was to play it, okay, no matter what. And then stand awkwardly until people got here. Why was he throwing a party again? Probably nobody was even going to show up, and he hadn’t actually done anything to dress up the house… oh god, he might start hyperventilating.
That was where his thoughts stopped, because they inevitably led to grossness—your stomach can’t just fly out of your body without there being gore and uncomfortableness, that’s just a fact of life. So, right now he was putting music on, and writing on a whiteboard he kept in his room. His roomroom, not the dorm at Hogwarts… speaking of, his fingers were pretty much itching to use a spell—any kind, almost, as long as it was flashy and stuff. Not that he was trying to show off, or anything. Noooope, no way, no how… anyways.
Linc wasn’t completely sure where Rocko was, but he was fairly sure he was around somewhere? Probably not doing anything that was even remotely productive, because that’s just how Rocko was, but that was okay, because Linc actually really didn’t care how the party was for everyone else. He just basically wanted to have fun. Well, for people to have fun, and for some specific people to have fun. Like himself. And others. And he wasn’t going to be more specific than that, even in his own thoughts. Which was why he unlocked the front door, went outside and hung the whiteboard right next to the door, looking it over intently. Okay, now that he had it outside, it looked kinda—no, actually, it looked really pretty lame. Not that he really cared, because he could always blame it on Rocko—even if it completely wasn’t his style. You know, Linc really didn’t care. He wasn’t going to have anyone breaking any of his parents’ stuff—it was way too complicated to wait until his parents got home to try to fix stuff. Damn statute of magical whatevery. He knew he should know what it was called, considering he was a Ravenclaw, but honestly, it was such a pointless, silly rule, Linc didn’t even understand why it was still in place. Any Ravenclaw worth his salt would know the ways around it, easy. Slytherins, too, probably.
He looked over the rules one last time, nodding at each rule that was a good one—no breaking anything, no throwing up, NO HUMPING COUCHES, or any other property on the house, no entering bedrooms—he seriously doubted all of them would be followed, but hey. He wasn’t going to follow everyone around enforcing the rules… nope, he had something else to do this party. Speaking of, he put on a song specifically for the person he was planning on trying not to cling to like saran wrap, not that he thought she was going to hear it, but… yeah, the point was to play it, okay, no matter what. And then stand awkwardly until people got here. Why was he throwing a party again? Probably nobody was even going to show up, and he hadn’t actually done anything to dress up the house… oh god, he might start hyperventilating.
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