the art of cramming [miles]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]“Slow down, Varamis!” One of the boys beside him advised. Slow down? Slow down you say? Varamis did not heed. Instead, the pink-headed teen continuously chewed on his piece of meat like his life depended on it. Well, at some point, it did. For a Ravenclaw, academic success is what mattered most. They aim to be the best of the best, to be top of their class and to be successful in the wizarding world with their intelligence and all that. They give their time to studying and burn their eyebrows to get perfect grades. Some for the glory of fame and others for the thirst for knowledge; it’s all the same. But for everyone else, it’s mandatory to be somewhat studious. However, there are some who are just born with high intellect and would pass without even turning a page; lazy geniuses they are, Varamis Visconti was one of them. He was an intelligent lad yet a lazy one at that. He’s one of those who procrastinated half of the time and preferred to do things in the last minute. It was because of his sluggish demeanor that has him eating food without chewing properly for he has, yet again, have another stack of homework left undone and due the next day. “I haven’t done any of my homework yet,” he said before he took his chalice and drank a cup full. “and I’m doubting any of you are willing to help me out?” blue orbs scanned his surrounds, eying each of his fellow Ravenclaws who didn’t meet his eyes; they either looked away, pretended they didn’t hear them or gave him a stern look of ‘fuck no we worked hard for this’. Varamis gave out a sigh. Of course, they wouldn’t. They already proposed a group study with him yesterday evening and yet he refused for reasons that he has something else better to do which was just sleeping, really. Varamis gathered his belongings, stood up and proceeded to go to his destination but not without a nice hair flip towards his fellow Ravenclaws. He could hear them sigh before they went back to eating. Varamis made his way to the one place he knows who’d never let him down with all this; the library. Honestly, most people may think that library and books are bullshit and useless but some people, like himself, consider them as their best friends specially in moments like these. They’re mere inanimate objects, scribbles on paper and stacked together to give information to everyone one who seeks to learn or just needs them. Upon entering the premises, the young teen went through a few stops to grab some books and eventually took his seat on a nearby table. Varamis took out the stuff he needed before he proceeded going over his first assignment. “and I have exactly three hours to finish all this crap.” He said as he ran a hand through his thick curls and gave out a yawn before he opened a book on Transfiguration and started reading. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][STYLE=background-color: #393939; width: 450px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=border: 10px solid #813a3a; background-color: #896936; padding: 10px;][STYLE=border: 10px solid #8c8f3d; background-color: #417552; padding: 10px;][STYLE=border: 10px solid #3a4088; background-color: #58365e; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #393939; padding: 10px][STYLE=text-align: justify; opacity: 0.7; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE= text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: #929292; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px 0px 10px 0px;]Miles had found himself in the library, how? He had no idea. Miles normally avoided this place, because he had no reason to be in here, ever. He always retained everything, and anything taught in class. He flipped through the pages, not even bothering to read what was one the pages, just simply looking for pictures or drawings. Amusing himself over the immature drawings of a male genital in the back cover of the book. That’s when he felt something cowl itself around his arm. He stared at it, only to be met by the black orbs of his snake, Lollipop. He was thankful he hadn’t lost Lollipop. Honestly, Lollipop was always there for him, and even if he wasn’t a Parselmouth, he could almost know what his snake was hissing about. Or at least, Miles hoped so. He ran his thumb down the red strip that ran down from Lollipop’s head to his tail, grinning at the reptile. He was glad that he had Lollipop, meaning that he was never really alone in life. Though, Lollipop was always sneaking to the lake for a swim, the red-striped ribbon snake was a fan of water anyway. Which caused Miles to worry over him; there were many creatures in that lake fairly larger than his non-poisonous snake. Lollipop seemed to like the quiet of the library, because from what Miles saw, the snake was falling asleep, but one, well, could never tell with snakes. He just stood up, careful to move his left arm as slow as possible; he placed his book back on the shelf. He soon began to move out, when a giant tuff of pink hair caught his attention. Was it a boy? Was it a girl? WHAT WAS IT? Miles felt so confused, so very very confused. He had never seen this person before in his life, though, he supposed that wasn’t really his fault. Was it? He just had to go over and look, get a closer look. He saw he- em, him? UM? Yawn, and well, now that was adorable. “I um, couldn’t help but overhear, would you like any help, um ma- um, si- um, I’m Miles!”

[/color] Yes, Miles introduce yourself, it will certainly make everything seem better, and make it forget you can’t tell what gender it is.
[/style][/style][/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table]credit to ZETTA of OTE[/center]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]If there was one thing Varamis despised, it was the fact that he could feel an oncoming headache. The pink haired boy sighed before he started massaging his temples. He hasn’t even reached the second paragraph of this book when he felt a slight pang in his head. What rotten luck he has. Of all times to have a headache, it just had to be when he is in a hurry to finish some of his businesses. Varamis knew he couldn’t let this measly headache get in the way of working on his assignments. It would ruin his grades at some point and knowing his father, he would more or less be whipped a few times or something and there was no mother to bail him out of this one since she herself agrees that Varamis shouldn’t allow his grades to drop. Varamis would bet his every galleon that his mother would more or less be glad to be the one to whip him or something. ‘Perhaps if I pretend to be sick, maybe I would—‘ Varamis was disrupted in the middle of his thoughts when he distinguished a figure from his peripheral vision. “I um, couldn’t help but overhear, would you like any help, um ma- um, si- um, I’m Miles!” a boy that looked around the same age as Varamis introduced himself out of the blue. Eyes of blue darted at the green haired boy with a mass of green hair that stood before him, scanning him for what seemed like four seconds. It was a habit he has had since as a kid. After the four second silence, the pink-haired teen let out a soft chuckle. People often have their dilemmas whenever they referred to Varamis at first meeting, not knowing what t address him. Though most of the time, he was often referred as a she, something Varamis found amusing but he’d correct them to refer to him properly. “A pleasure to meet you, Miles” Varamis stood from his chair before he walked over to him. “The name is Varamiseus Visconti,” he said before he extended a hand towards the other. “But call me Varamis.” He added as he gave out his one of a kind billion galleon smile at the other before pulling him over to where he was seated and took his seat. Even though Varamis wouldn’t be this overly friendly with people, he couldn’t help it since the other was offering his services. He was pretty much desperate with what all the pile of homework he has to finish and that incoming headache. He couldn’t be more grateful at all. He just hoped he’d actually finished this by the end of his time allotment. “By the by, it’s a sir though I’d rather drop the formalities if you don’t mind.” Varamis said before beaming at him yet again. [/style]

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