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Post by Osirus Daligoy on Jul 11, 2012 1:20:19 GMT -4
Ah, the lake. One of Sir's favorite places to go by far, and the reason was not obvious to all. He felt like water. And though that was an odd statement, it had a place in solid fact. Such as, the fact that usually fiery and temperamental - to say the least - boy now laid calmly beside the lake, intense blue eyes distant beneath the curtain of black lashes. In one slender, almost delicate hand, he waved about his slender wand absently, watching yet not fully seeing colorful sparks quietly form and fall to the ground. His mind was far away, his homework was done, he had no classes today... And best of all, he was alone. No annoying people to ruin his perfectly fine Sunday afternoon, nobody to bother him or talk to him... He stretched contently and yawned, like a lazy cat there on the grass.
But he was sort of hungry, and he would have to actively search for food. Maybe he'd find a lovely strawberry or something and use engorgio on it. Problem solved. But did he really want to get up? He was so comfortable... The skinny, for once casually dressed Ravenclaw sat up, blinking at the sun at his side and picking a small plant part of some sort from his long hair. Lovely, he'd have to brush his hair out before he did anything, as he was certain that wasn't the only mysterious little plant hiding in there. But he discovered he really wasn't all that keen on getting up, while his rather loud stomach apparently begged to differ. Well, his stomach would have to deal with it. Though Sir's slender legs were a bit restless. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, arms wrapped around them. He needed something to do, aside from stare blankly at his shoes, his skinny fingers, his ebony wood wand, and his currently useless bookbag. Looks like he would just sigh and gaze thoughtfully at the lake.
He enjoyed this solitary moment, because it was so simple. He didn't have to think about being a jerk (as if that wasn't natural), nor his sarcasm (again, natural anyways), or keeping up appearances as a professional jerk. That last one was probably natural too. |
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Post by Alistair Fenworth on Jul 12, 2012 22:19:44 GMT -4
One of the best things about the Ravenclaw common room, besides its bookshelves and many places to hide in, was that it was so high, you could see almost everything from out the windows. Allie stood alone in the tower room, hands resting on a windowsill, looking down at the grounds. His long blonde hair was slightly tousled; he had for once made it to the dormitory to sleep last night, and not woken up until a few minutes ago. The sun high in the sky and the fact that nobody else was around meant that he had slept in.. a lot. Maybe he'd needed it. Sleep had never been on his agenda.
The glare of sun on water caught his eye, and he squinted to get a better view of the lake in the distance. It looked calm, undisturbed by anyone going for a swim, and he couldn't see anyone sitting there from this vantage point. Well, it was a hike from the eagle's nest, but a good a place as any to spend the remains of the afternoon. He remembered having fun climbing the trees as a first year. Sometimes he still brought his books up.
He slung his bookbag over his shoulder, which mostly contained schoolbooks, Dark Magic books, and his sketches, and made for the door, stopping only to nick a box of Chocolate Frogs someone had left on a table and shove it in as well. Nothing delayed his way through the castle, and before too long he was crossing the sunny lawn without a backwards glance. He wore a loosely buttoned black collared shirt over a green and grey striped tank top and black fitted jeans. Out of uniform he probably looked a lot more like a Slytherin than a Ravenclaw, but it was nobody's business what house he was in anyway. Allie didn't notice the second dark shape that was already at the lake until he was almost feet away.
His dark eyebrows narrowed, but it was only Osirus, a classmate he probably had a lot in common with, come to think of it. "Looks like someone beat me to this place. How's it going?"
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Post by Osirus Daligoy on Jul 12, 2012 23:05:26 GMT -4
At first, Sir was quite certain a Slytherin had approached him. Just great. He readied his silver sharp tongue, as he didn't want to be disturbed. At all. Especially not by usually cocky, annoying Slytherins. They were too much like Osirus, and though the saying "like attracts like" had been said before, since when did a couple of volatile messes of conflicted hate ever get along? At least it didn't seem like a Hufflepuff, those friendly little twats. Sir was about to respond with his usual hate of all things human, when the blue gaze finally did see past the colors. Ravenclaws were not known for being talkative or particularly friendly, they were smart, and so Osirus didn't feel the need to crush any dreams. Fortunate, as he wanted to enjoy this fine day.
Though he did raise a brow curiously at Alistair, intensely blue eyes alight. Surely it was just as the other boy said - just being at the same place at the same time - and nobody actually wanting to talk to the black-haired figure. So he contented himself with gazing back out over the lake for a moment, before answering. "Good," he'd simply reply, looking back to the other Ravenclaw boy. Sirus was not a person of many words when those words were anything but hateful and, as such, he had absolutely no idea what to say. And as a creature of habit, whose habit included being that hateful-worded guy, he was fully expecting something to set him off. But he wasn't going to be the aggressor, not today. It was too perfect of a day so far.
His skinny body, clad a simple slit shirt and skinny jeans, unnecessary long blue and silver scarf tangled about him from switching positions, would lean forward so that Sir's head rested on his knees. Sure, this made it a little difficult to look up, but it was comfortable. He blinked somewhat expectantly up at Alistair, not friendly nor unfriendly. He would simply see how this went. "And how are you?" |
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Post by Alistair Fenworth on Jul 16, 2012 16:34:41 GMT -4
Alistair walked right up to where Osirus was sitting without considering that the other Ravenclaw might want to be left alone completely. He stopped and stood there, running an analytic eye over his classmate as he responded. Osirus was not known for his outgoing personality. Neither was Allie, but he understood the value of not making enemies without warrant. He wasn't looking for a fight, but nor was he looking for social time, even if the sun and fresh air had lent him a better mood.
Fortunately, Sir seemed in no hurry to chat, but you could learn a lot from somebody without saying too much if you knew what to look for. What Alistair was looking for had yet to be determined. For their more than five years as dorm mates, they didn't know each other as well as they could. Allie was never around, and who knows what the other guy had spent his time doing.
Well, there was no use in just standing there. "Me? I'm just fine." he said with a hint of dryness, and then did the unexpected and plopped down right next to Osirus. He leaned back on his elbows, stretching his feet towards the lake. Fully prepared to be told to bugger off, though it sure didn't look like it.
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