Bumping into You~ Cordelia

[VICTOIRE APOLLINE WEASLEY]

~When I Walk I Touch The Sky~
I Feel Ten Feet Tall An I Know Why

It's Everywhere I's In Your Eyes
~The Secret That We Can Defy~

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Mere seconds ago, Toire had been in bed, snuggling her head into the pillow. Her body was untangled in the sheets as she lay there blissfully. Then, her eyes had glanced at the time.

Merlin! She was late, she was so late. She practically threw on her robes, not much caring whether or not she even did it right. With a quick glance in the mirror and a fluff up of her messy bed head, she ran to the door, throwing it open. Damn, she was late for class. She should just go right there really. She should go to class and get a meal later. But she was so damn hungry! Maybe if she just picked up a couple of things from the great hall and ate them on the way to her class? There would still be food on the table after all. All she would have to do was sprint in, go to the gryffindor table, pick up something carryable and leave. Plus, during all of this she had to stay away from her family or friends as she really couldn't afford distractions. Okay, this would be easy. Easy, perfect, fine. Never mind that her professor was crazy scary. When Toire and her cousins had spoke about him at a family get together, the older members of the family had laughed, mentioning a man called Snape. Toire knew a little about him. He was one of Albus's namesakes. He had been a headmaster of hogwarts. A hero if her family were to be trusted.

God damn stairs! Always god damn making it hard for her! As she ran down them, she thanked Merlin none of them moved. She would have probably started screaming or something. She was amazed she hadn't fell. She was usually so clumbsy that it was almost a miracle. However, the world had to go back to normal and laugh in her face while doing so. On the last step, Toire fell backwards. Her arms flailed and her head hit something solid as she slid across the floor, banging into something very human shaped. Oh crap. Please no, pleeease no? She sat up quickly, slightly dizzy. She tried to support herself by leaning on her hands as she looked to the girl she'd hit. Yup, she'd hit her. Toire Weasley, you are an absolute fool! Toire got shakily to her feet with a sheepish smile. "Um, Hey. Sorry. I fell." Wow, Toire, miss obvious!

...Gravity...

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TAG?:Cordelia
WORDS:/Shrug
LYRICS:Lucy Schwartz- Gravity
NOTES:Yay!
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[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

The shower was the best way to wash away everything that happend that day. The shower was her way to be alone and just think. Some people did their thinking on the toliet, but Cordelia thought while in the shower. She often stood there with the water still coming out, thinking about what happend in the previous hours and wondered if she had done this, if another ending could've happend. She had been in the shower for awhile now, and loved the fact that she didn't have a parent to pound on the door to rush her our of the shower because she was wasting water just standing there. Her mother often told her that if she wanted to stand under spouting water for hours, she could stand out in the rain. And that she did. She loved standing in the rain since it had the same effect, only it was much more beautiful and Cordelia was clothed.

Stepping out, Cordelia wrapped her body in a yellow towel and wrapped her hair into a black one. How fitting that the towels were based on their house. Cordelia found this highly amusing when she was a first year, then stupid, and now she didn't care. A towel was a towel, no matter the color. There was a saying about that for people too, Cordelia thought as she walked into her dorm to get dressed in gray sweatpants and a fitted blue long sleeves t-shirt. Cordelia decided to let her hair air-dry today and bent over to let the towel wrapped around her hair fall to the ground where the rest of her dirty clothes lay, scattered around the base of her bed. Deciding a sport bra was needed, Cordelia quickly took off her shirt and threw on her bright red bra. It's not like the blue was see-through, so nobody would know except for Cordelia. Once the shirt was back on again, Cordelia didn't want to be in her dormitory or the common room. It was too cold to go barefoot, so Cordelia slipped on a pair of moccasins. Late night walks were her things and she prided in getting away with it. Her Quidditch hearing came in handy when it came to sneaking around prefects and the caretaker.

It wasn't long before the stairs were in front of her that lead to the ground floor. No makeup, no perfect hair, and her style wasn't even that tasty. Cordelia was a complete scrub and she was glad that she had. She had had a long week with worrying about the Quidditch match coming up. Ravenclaw had won the game against Gryffindor and Cordelia assumed that Hufflepuff would be playing against Slytherin, but it was always a surprise with Headmaster Potter. She milled about on the ground floor and saw that it was quite sunny out. She smiled at the sight and knew that the wind was probably blowing slightly to give it that chilly feel. Sitting down on the stairs, Cordelia didn't have to be to class until after lunch, which was nice since she was not a morning person. Cordelia played with her now damp hair and twirled it between her fingers.

BAM! Something collided with her, sending Cordelia down the stairs. She hadn't been very far up - just a few steps or so. On the flat ground, Cordelia rolled over to her back and groaned in pain. She definitely bruised something. Her hand went to her head and was glad her hand broke the fall. The hand she had on her head throbbed in pain as she bent it. Easily fixable, but still. Lifting her head off the ground, Cordelia saw none other than another Weasley. She wasn't the typical redhead, but Cordelia knew she was a Weasley. After awhile, everybody knows who the Weasley's are because there's so many of them and they're so damn loud sometimes: except for Albus, but he was technically a Potter. "Hah. No shit Sherlock. Did the trick step get you or something?" Cordelia asked as she tried to sit up. Groans and moans assisted her sitting up right and when she did, she sighed. Well that was a great first impression, Cordelia thought. Closing her eyes, Cordelia rubbed her eyes. "Geez I'm sorry. That was rude. Are you ok?" Cordelia asked more genuinely.

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[VICTOIRE APOLLINE WEASLEY]

~When I Walk I Touch The Sky~
I Feel Ten Feet Tall An I Know Why

It's Everywhere I's In Your Eyes
~The Secret That We Can Defy~

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Toire was always falling over. It was the norm for her. Over her years in Hogwarts she'd been backwards and forwards to the hospital wing. Still, falling flat on her face in front of someone made her cringe. Falling over and knocking said person off their feat just made it far worse. She was used to injuring herself, not other people. She'd injured her family members before. She distinctly remembered a particular incident involving Albus and a beater's bat. In her defense, allowing Toire to play with a beater's bat was just asking for trouble. Falling into this girl definitely made her feel silly.

Toire looked the girl over. She didn't seem to be seriously injured. Toire couldn't see any blood or anything, thank god. Noticing the girl was conscious, Toire sighed in relief. Knocking someone out really wan't part of schedule for today. The girl spoke, and Toire's worry evapourated as she grinned. If the girl was making jokes, then she was probably okay. Sure, there were exceptions to that rule. Heck, Toire was an exception herself, though she reasoned that it was because she hurt herself so much. She was used to it. Her male cousins could be pretty stupid too. Well, not Beau, but the others. They tended to not acknowledge pain until they absolutely had to. This girl could just be putting on a brave face, but Toire decided to think more positively.

"Hey, that's a good idea! I could blame the stairs. Bloody magical death traps." She didn't mind the girl being snarky. Actually, Victoire thought snark was pretty fun. She held out a hand to help the blond up, grinning at the girl. "Hi. I'm Victoire, the clumsy Weasley." She raised an eyebrow at the apology. Really? Toire had tripped her, yet the girl was apologizing? Wow. This girl had to be a hufflepuff. Sure, Toire wasn't one to judge by house, but this girl was the stereotypical huffie, apart from the snark remark. "I don't think you get how this works. See, I say sorry and you tell be to go stuff my apology where the sun don't shine. You being nice is just going to make me feel worse about bumping into you." She bit on the inside of her cheek, before testing her head and arms. "No broken bones, no bruising. I'd say this is a good day." Was her answer to the girls question. "What about you? Will you be needing a trip to St. Mungos?"

...Gravity...

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TAG?:Cordelia
WORDS:/Shrug, short sorry
LYRICS:Lucy Schwartz- Gravity
NOTES:Sorry, not my best post.
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[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

Cordelia rubbed her makeup free eyes for a bit as she tried to shake off the uncomforted feeling i her side. She would need to stand up soon to make sure she only bruised herself and that she didn't break any bones. Well, it wasn't Cordelia who would have created this problem, it was the Weasley girl. As she heard her talk about blaming it on the stairs, Cordelia stopped rubbing her eyes. So she was just that clumsy? What a bummer, Cordelia thought. She was glad that she wasn't clumsy herself. It would be so embarassing all the time. Well, Cordelia played Quidditch, so she had great reflexes and never tripped. She wasn't called herself graceful, but she wasn't clumsy either. In fact, she had never heard of anybody tripped down the stairs. Sure tripping up the stairs sounds frankly silly, but tripping up the stairs happend more often. Well, at least when Cordelia was around people - meaning first years - tripped up the stairs, not down. Plus tripping down the stairs hurt more it seemed. Well, now she knew that it did since this current situation.

"Hah, obviously the clumsy one. Aren't you like, part-veela or something? Aren't they supposed to be graceful?" Cordelia asked with her eyebrows raised over at her. Cordelia assumed she was part-veela since the Weasley hair was a dominante gene. Cordelia finally decided to stand up. Slowly making her way onto her hands and knees, Cordelia pushed herself up with many grunts and groans. Cracking her neck as soon as she was standing straight again, Cordelia continued to roll her shoulders and bend her knees. Her back cracked and she felt a relief rush through her and Cordelia sighed. Well, there went one pain, but there was still one in her side that made her wince. Her next reply just made Cordelia smile slowly, with an devilish glint in her eyes. "Well you see, we Hufflepuffs are fantastic at making people feel guilty. It's our secret guilty pleasure." Cordelia replied as she began to braid her damp hair.

She saw the Weasley girl check for any damage, but Cordelia guessed that she broke the girl's fall. Typical, Cordelia taking the cushion for someone else. This didn't feel familiar at all, Cordelia thought sarcastically. Cordelia gave her a thumbs up as she heard that she was ok. She was glad that she was ok, but Cordelia had a feeling she would need to see the aging Madam Pomfrey. Lifting up the side of her blue t-shirt, Cordelia poked her soft side. She poked the right spot since she felt a pain. Scrunching up her nose, Cordelia hoped that this would only bruise. "Well, I probably have a bruise, but nothing Madam Pomfrey can't fix later." Cordelia said. She would go later tomorrow if it began to bother her some more. She was sure if she had broken anything, that she would be in much more pain. Cordelia knew what pain was, and this wasn't anything compared to her Quidditch injuries. "So St. Mungo's is a negative." Cordelia added, making it clear that she was fine for now.

"So why the rush?" Cordelia asked. Curious now, Cordelia wanted to know what was so damn important.

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