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Mar 21, 2016 12:07:52 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Mar 21, 2016 12:07:52 GMT -6
[attr="class","top"] [attr="class","bottom"] about I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow FRIENDS I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow ENEMIES I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow LOVERS I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow ulla |
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Mar 21, 2016 22:36:42 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Mar 21, 2016 22:36:42 GMT -6
 Normally he wouldn’t study in the library. It was too crowded, the place where everyone went to take care of their academic tasks. Soren usually opted to seek a more isolated location. Somewhere away from people, away from whatever distractions might set him off his task. Studying was always easier in isolation. In an empty room – or almost empty at least- where his mind could focus solely on the books set out before him. Where it was silent and there weren’t any worries about someone interrupting him, asking if they could join him or if he needed help. He wasn’t stupid. Sure he could be lazy on occasion, but Soren held his own share of intelligence. Just because there were certain subjects he chose not to waste his breath on, or willingly chose not to pursue being amongst the top in his class didn’t mean he was amongst the lowest of the low in his house. If anything he thought, he was being smart in his own right. Choosing to take his own pace in school, without any worries about maintaining the top grades. As long as he was passing was good enough. His philosophy seemed to be working, as in his five years at the school he had yet to find himself struggling too much. If anything sometimes he found himself performing better because of it. He wasn’t stressing over being at the top of his class, or overworking himself to stay caught up. How it happened he didn’t know, but it only proved that worrying about trivial matters as stupid. Still sometimes a trip to the library was necessary. Much like it was today, considering Soren had needed to make a visit in order to find a book he needed for Potions. No wasting time, he would walk in, find the book, and then head back out to do his own thing. Easy. Except that the title he was in search of had proven to allude him. Minding his own business, the blonde Ravenclaw wandered between each of the aisles containing books on Potions. Eyes scanning across each title that came his way, Soren found himself growing more and more frustrated the longer it took. Several long, excruciating minutes passed by before he located the words that lead him to what he had been searching for. Up on the top shelf. Fuck. Who put a book that was meant for students on the top shelf? He was only what, average height at best. Reaching the bloody thing would prove right difficult. Balancing himself on the tips of his toes, Soren stretched out his arm to reach out for the book. No way could it be that difficult. The moment his fingers brushed across the leather bound cover, Ren couldn’t shake the cheeky smile the graced his features. No problem. Mission accomplished, and now he could get the hell out of the library. Except gravity decided to choose that moment to work against him. As he was positioning himself to regain his sense of balance, his foot moved back a second too early resulting in him tripping over well nothing. Just air and his own pants. His body just barely knocked into a nearby chair, whereas the book fell just a couple feet away from where he’d been. Near a window to be precise. “Damn it.” He muttered under his breath, while regaining his sense of balance. Turning his attention, the fallen book, Soren moved to retrieve it in a hast, but not before noticing the girl looking in his direction. She didn’t appear too much older, possibly only a year ahead of him, and by the look on her face he could tell she was annoyed by his little distraction. It must have been her chair he had bumped into. “Uh…sorry for the uh... the distraction.” Was all he could bring himself to say, while still looking at her before picking up the fallen book. An apology was the least he could do. As distant as he could be, Ren wasn’t exactly anti-social or a total asshole. Still maybe it’d be best for him to leave as soon as possible. That way they could both get back to doing their respective tasks, and he could pretend he’d never tripped in the first place. tagged;; all dueling club members, no one in particular.
notes;; first Soren post!!! he's kind of being stubborn and distant and standing off on his own. XD if anyone wants anything changed, feel free to let me know. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Mar 23, 2016 16:15:48 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Mar 23, 2016 16:15:48 GMT -6
@soren
16 // Ravenclaw // Seeker// Sarcastic // Distant // full of angst// werewolf
He’s my newest character so he could use pretty much anything. Some friends would be great. He might be kind of quiet and distant, but he’s not exactly antisocial. He talks when he needs to, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind about certain subjects.
Quiddtich things!! He’s the newest member of the Ravenclaw team, so could do stuff with teammates or maybe rival team members. He has a strong passion for the sport, so might get super competitive.
Dragging him out of his comfort zone. He can be a broody lil’ shit, who often only frequents certain areas. I want to shove him in places he normally wouldn’t be. Areas with lots of people, or just being around talkative people. I can’t promise he’d like the character, might find them annoying, but making this guy do things he may not want to do could be fun. Maybe a Ravenclaw house party could be a nice place to start, if anyone wants to start one?
Just anything really. I also value the fact that I’m rather open about plots, and always willing to throw my characters into most situations. So don’t be afraid to toss your own ideas my way!
@pryce
25 // female // werewolf // musician // thief, hired criminal // stray
She plays music in the park a lot, so if someone wants to stop and listen for a bit that could be a good meeting place. Or it could be a starter for other possible plots
She is a thief, something I feel I have never really played with much. So maybe someone could catch her breaking into a house, and all kinds of fun drama could occur. Or she could be caught wearing a necklace or something that was reported stolen. She’s normally very careful, but I’d be up for her making a mistake or two so stuff could happen.
Any club or bar owners want a musician they can hire to perform in their establishment. Morgan could use a way of earning an honest buck or two, and she’s pretty talented so she could be your girl! Plus, it’s kind of her dream to play music professionally, so any help could be great. And might set her off a life of crime, or not >.>
Flings. While she may be cold and distrusting at first, Morgan does have her needs. Any smooth talkers want to flirt and try to win her over. A short fling or one-night stand could be what she needs. And maybe someone could help her realize that not everyone is out to hurt her, so preferable someone who’s going to be gentle if it’s something longer than a one-night stand.
@damon
27 // male // gamer // nerd // muggle // childish
Hanging out in bars, clubs, or just enjoying the London nightlife
Video games or board games, or even poker. Any kind of fun where he show off how big a nerd he is is always great!!
At the moment he is very much single, and I feel he needs some people to flirt with. A few flings, maybe a one-night stand or two. He’s mostly straight, but when he’s drunk the right guy might stand a chance ;)
Literally anything!! Damon’s a character I love throwing in most any situation as long as it makes sense and works!!
@michelle
16 // female // Ravenclaw // artist // volatile // broken // haunted
Lens people and/or creative threads. She spends a lot of time taking photographs of the grounds, drawing, or doing whatever artistic activities call to her at the moment.
Since she’s a student, she could have a few people to study with. She is rather intelligent, and does well in most her classes, so she could always tutor someone as well.
While she may be a sweet girl deep down, Micha is still volatile and prone to meltdowns. Maybe someone could encounter her while she’s having a bad day, or they could try to calm her down.
At the same time, perhaps someone could find her distressed and offer some support. Lend her a shoulder to cry on, or just offer to listen.
Anything else! Seriously, Michelle is quickly becoming my favorite character to write, and I want to throw her into anything I can!!
@joseph
28 // male // bar tender // neutral // sarcastic // distant // distrusting // despises death eaters
He owns the Hog’s Head, and is pretty much always there so people can stop by for a visit. Customers possible or old friends wanting to catch up over a glass of alcohol or two.
Desmond could really use some old friends. Either from school, or his old life as an auror. It’d be good for him to know that people have his back, and that maybe he’s not alone.
People to fight! Desmond has a nasty temper on occasion, while also hating Death Eaters with a strong passion. He’s itching to take the organization down in his own way, and could use a fight or two.
While this may not go down smoothly, I’m open for someone to maybe try to recruit him into the OOTP. Either that or maybe someone could eventually try to convince him to go back to the Aurors or something. -shrugs- Just an idea. It’d give me a chance to explore his reluctance for working with others.
I kind of want to experiment and toss him into some flings or maybe a one-night stand or two. He can be kind of distrusting as far as relationships go, especially considering he has a history of being the victim in abusive relationship. However, he does have needs, and it probably wouldn’t kill him to satisfy them once in a while. I’m up for exploring his sexuality, so this isn’t just limited to ladies. Guys are welcome to try their luck as well if they want, it just might take a little bit more of a push.
@ross
26 // male // Kenmare Kestrels Seeker // OOTP Member // outgoing // energetic // down to earth
Quidditch stuff!! Hanging with teammates, friends from other teams, or maybe a rivalry or two. He genuinely loves the sport, and even just talking about it makes him excited. He also loves the fans, so maybe a fan meet and greet or signing :3
Hanging out in bars and clubs. Ross usually likes to unwind at the end of a busy day, and spends lots of time in bars and clubs. Usually he prefers places that are more public and normal. Places that don’t cater to celebrities because as much as he might fit in with that lifestyle, he doesn’t always feel comfortable with the idea of being seen as a celebrity. He likes being seen as a normal, approachable guy who’s just doing what he loves.
Flirting, flings, maybe one-night stands. Ross tends to enjoy the dating scene, though he isn’t looking for anything serious at the moment. He does have needs, so if anyone wants to fulfill those needs feel free to take the bait. He is bisexual, so any fellas out there feel free to test your luck as well.
OOTP stuff. I’m still not entirely sure where he stands with the Order, and kind of want to toss him into more things involving Order stuff. Try to get him more involved and such.
@krysta
17 // female // Slytherin // Chaser for the Quidditch team // fiery // aggressive // rebellious
Old friends. Shaundi is trying to make an effort to going back to how she was before her cold, and distant phase. Reaching out to old friends from previous years can definitely happen, and encouraged!
Quiddtich. She’s on the slytherin team, so anything involving practice, hanging with her teammates, or rivalries is welcome. She’s super competitive, so a rivalry would help get her revved up for matches.
Dating, a boyfriend or girlfriend. Shaundi has always been single, she hasn’t even had her first kiss, but I’d like her to experience some kind of relationship before she graduates. Anyone who tries to flirt with her may discover how insecure she really is, as she doesn’t really feel she deserves love. She tends to think she’s too intimidating for anyone to be attracted to her in a romantic way.
And that’s it. Of course anything I listed are just ideas I came up with, for anyone interested. Feel free to come up with your own ideas if you think of something that works. I promise I’m super easy to work with, and usually willing to try almost anything. I also have skype if anyone would like to discuss things in more detail. Or you can just pm me. <33
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Mar 25, 2016 15:06:59 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Mar 25, 2016 15:06:59 GMT -6
there's no calm before the storm This year was supposed to be different. Michelle woken up countless times telling herself so, making an effort to make herself do something calming everyday. Draw a picture. Walk around the grounds taking pictures. It seemed to be working. Her relationship with Jon was going pretty well. Even if there were moments when he acted more distant, she loved spending time with him when they were together. No matter how small the talk, she’d talk and he’d listen. Or she’d offer to share her drawings and photos, sitting quietly as he admired her small collection of work. She tried not to let the distance affect her too much. Jon had told her briefly what he’d been through over the summer, with the World Cup. A traumatic experience certainly, one that would have effected most everyone involved. Would have affected her worst. So, acting was a little distant was only natural. She continued telling herself that over and over, while enjoying every moment she spent with Jon. And perhaps letting him have a little space would do her good. Help her do more things, socialize more, while in the end looking forward to whatever moments she did share with him. It all seemed to be going so well. Everything was going so well until Halloween. The Haunted Houses set out around Hogsmeade had piqued her curiosity. Having no memories of actually celebrating Halloween in the past, Michelle had thought maybe it would be nice to attend. To go with a friend and push herself to be more social. To prove to herself that she was capable of having a nice time on her own. She never even considered the thought that maybe @jon would be there. If she had, maybe she would have sought him out earlier, ask if he wanted to go with her. It might have eased her nerves having the knowledge that he’d be there, but alas she’d been too focused preparing to spend some quality time with friends. And the night had been going alright. Despite getting separated from her group after letting her nerves get the best of her, Micha had managed not allow the Haunted House to terrify her too much. After what she’d experienced, had been through, perhaps it was silly to expect something as trivial as spooky skeletons to frighten her. She managed to survive through the ordeal, with only a little bit screaming and jumping to be had. In all honesty, she was finding herself enjoying the night. Things had been fun, and for the first time ever she found herself actually enjoying the holiday. After so long of avoiding holidays, Michelle felt like a normal girl. Not afraid or nervous, but like a most teenagers should. She was having fun. She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point she caught sight of Jon out of the corner of her eye. Without thinking she found herself following after him. Perhaps a part of her was hoping to say hi, or check in to see how he was enjoying his night. Whatever the reason, Michelle moved quickly with an eagerness that she hadn’t been anticipating. It felt right to at least check in on Jon even if he wasn’t feeling up to spending a moment or two in her company. All should have been good, but unfortunately her luck turned against her. It was almost like fate wanted them to remain a part for the night. From a distance, Micha noticed @jonathan sitting next to another girl. Whatever she had been feeling prior to it evaporated, as insecurities took hold. He was sitting with another girl. A girl who was far prettier, and probably far less broken that she was. Hiding behind a wall, Michelle spent the next few seconds fighting with herself. Trying desperately to force herself to turn around, to forget what she saw. It was a losing battle, one that she wondered if she’d ever win. Emotions took hold, and before she realized it her feet were moving toward Jon as she stormed over. ‘Don’t do it, stupid’ she told herself mentally over and over again, but to no avail. Michelle approached Jon, emotions fully in control and within moments her hand was making its way toward his face. Slap. She’d slapped him. The guilt from her actions hit soon after, resulting in Michelle backing away and tears brimming from her eyes. Trying to mutter sorry, with the words remaining in her head never to leave her lips, Michelle stared at him for a moment before turning around to run away. She needed to leave. Had to get out of there. Ever since that dreadful night, Michelle had been doing what she could to avoid @jonathan. Weeks had passed by, enough where she felt like the emotions that had taken hold of her had long passed by. But the guilt, the guilt remained. Whenever she closed her eyes she watched herself slapping him over and over again. Watching her hand as it connected, leaving a red mark against Jon’s skin. Sometimes, in her dreams, she would envision worst. Hear a voice calling out to her, telling her that she was no different from the vile monster that had harmed her in her past. Her father. Visited by nightmares where she heard his voice. Heard him calling her a monster, and telling her that one day she’d get what’s coming to her. It was all too much to handle. Burdened by guilt she did nothing but hide. Avoid Jon, avoid her friends, and anyone who might have made any effort to reach out to her. The only one she had bothered to talk to was her cat. It was easier to talk to Cinder. To confess what she had done, and her guilt to the little feline. The little guy never judged her. He just remained curled up next to her purring, and was just there. Animals were so much easier to be around than people. Perhaps… perhaps that’s why she had always loved them so much. But then at some point it was necessary to stop hiding away. Michelle had woken up early that morning, deciding to make an effort of heading down to the great hall. She’d arrived with little trouble, choosing a seat that was still situated away from others. Her eyes remained focused on the food before her, as she ate what little bit of breakfast she felt her stomach could handle. Once she finished, she waited a few moments before a couple cat treats showed up on the table before. A special request she had asked of the elves the night before. A small treat for Cinder, one that she felt the cat had deserved. Slipping the treats in her pocket, the dark haired Ravenclaw pushed herself away from the table, proceeding to make her way through the hall. Eyes kept to the floor, she made her way through the crowd dodging around as many bodies as possible. She wanted to get back to the common room as quickly as possible. To give Cinder his treats, and maybe spend a few moments drawing before class. Her eyes widened when she heard the sounds of someone stepping in front of her. Looking up to see what was going on, she was shocked to see Jon blocking her path. A pleading look was worn on his face as he spoke up, trying to confront her after she’d been avoiding him for so long. “I get it, Jon.” She said perhaps a little more coldly than normal, doing her best to shrug off his words regarding what had happened. Had she even been listening? “Just let me through please?” Micha made to try to move passed him, just wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. “I… I need to go feed Cinder.” Shoving her hands into her pocket, her fingers touched the treats that had been stored there. Damn it. Why’d he have to approach her now? She didn’t feel ready. Didn’t feel prepared for… for whatever might happen? @tag ● word count ● notes MADE BY VEL OF GS, WW + ADOX 2.0 |
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Apr 3, 2016 13:46:06 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Apr 3, 2016 13:46:06 GMT -6
 serenity is not stillness.
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Apr 11, 2016 20:25:26 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Apr 11, 2016 20:25:26 GMT -6
 LYRIC LINE HERE ANOTHER LYRIC LINE HERE YOUR AMAZESAUCE POSTIE GOES HERE YEAH!
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Apr 25, 2016 12:00:45 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Apr 25, 2016 12:00:45 GMT -6
“You should go to the party, Michelle.” Marissa’s voice was rather enthusiastic, if a little eager, as the older girl lead Michelle to a small house just down the street from where they lived. It had been a mistake to mention that she’d been invited to a party. For the past three days, Marissa hadn’t shut up about it. Michelle wasn’t sure if her sister was thrilled at the prospect of her making friends, or desperate to have her out of the house for a few house for some mysterious reason. Whatever the older girl’s reasoning, it had led to her being practically dragged to the party partially against her will. Only partially. No matter how afraid she was, a part of her was eager to be away from her father for at least a few hours. “It’ll be fun Micha, and you’ll be away from them for a few hours. You can’t tell me that you don’t at least want that.” Them. Michelle nodded in nervous understanding, taking in her sister’s words. Them was how the two sisters had decided to refer to their parents. No Mum, no Dad. Nope. Just Them, Her, Him, or whatever was appropriate. It had been Marissa who had started it, later explaining to Michelle how neither of their parents deserved to be called such. No real parent would do the things to them that they had been forced to endure. A mother who refused to protect her children, instead preferring to drink from a bottle whenever possible. Their father was the worst. He was always finding new ways to hurt them, usually in different ways depending on his mood. She knew Marissa got the worst of it, from both being the oldest, while also trying to protect her from whatever pain might be inflicted as much as possible. It was the mere thought of what that man might do to Marissa, the kind of pain her sister might be forced to endure while she was out having fun, which brought forth Micha’s hesitance. She didn’t want her sister to be alone. If their home had been empty for the day, both adults out doing whatever, it would have been easier to relax. To remain calm and listen to Marissa. “I… I don’t want to go, not if it means leaving you by yourself.” The protest escaped her suddenly, while she found herself pulling herself away from the direction of the party house. “What if he hurts you while I’m gone?” Jumping back even more, if just slightly, as her sister turned to face her Michelle was caught by surprise by the look on the older girl’s face. Something about the look in Mari’s gaze made her feel instantly uncomfortable, as her body shook from nerves. Her hesitance was only annoying her sister, despite the convictions she felt that she was right in not wanting to go. Turning to face Marissa’s face, she was shocked to see that the annoyance was real. Her sister wore a look that told her to shut and to just go to the party. It shocked her to see her sister appear so… so intimidating, and yet the young girl was missing the most important part. She failed to notice the desperation lingering behind the annoyance, telling her how important it was for her to stay away from the house. “Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen.” Marissa said making an effort to hide her annoyance and desperation by forcing a smile on her face. The words were honestly more comforting than the smile, as Michelle only felt guiltier for protesting against going to the party. Her sister looked down to better meet her gaze, as a look of determination met her features. “I have a plan. After today we’re not going to have to worry about him. He’ll never lay a hand on either of us again, won’t hurt you anymore.” Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, Marissa simply looked down at her as if to further reassure her that everything would be fine. Promising her that nothing would happen. Michelle wasn’t sure if was her sister’s words, the touch, or a mixture of the two, but she found herself feeling just a little more confident as she looked back at the other girl. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give her just enough courage to listen to her sister. To attend the party, and take the moment to enjoy a day away from the house they were forced to live in. After all, her sister had told her that everything would be fine. For as long as she could remember, Marissa had never lied to her. Had never broken a promise. If she said nothing would happen, then it wouldn’t.
tagged;; One-Shot starring Michelle and her older sister!!
time;; June, 2196
location;; outside London
notes;; got muse while waiting inbetween classes, and wrote a quick lil' oneshot. It's probably super shitty, but I wanted to explore a bit of Michelle's past. This was both kind of relaxing and super sad to write. Enjoy a lil' eight year old Michelle! I might write a part two to this if I feel up to it/can bring myself to write what comes next. ;-;
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May 13, 2016 23:14:51 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on May 13, 2016 23:14:51 GMT -6
[nospaces] [attr="class","distance"] [attr="class","howlong"]I never miss a beat
[attr="class","listening"]I'm lightning on my feet
“You should go to the party, Michelle.” Marissa’s voice was rather enthusiastic, if a little eager, as the older girl lead Michelle to a small house just down the street from where they lived. It had been a mistake to mention that she’d been invited to a party. For the past three days, Marissa hadn’t shut up about it. Michelle wasn’t sure if her sister was thrilled at the prospect of her making friends, or desperate to have her out of the house for a few house for some mysterious reason. Whatever the older girl’s reasoning, it had led to her being practically dragged to the party partially against her will. Only partially. No matter how afraid she was, a part of her was eager to be away from her father for at least a few hours.
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“It’ll be fun Micha, and you’ll be away from them for a few hours. You can’t tell me that you don’t at least want that.” Them. Michelle nodded in nervous understanding, taking in her sister’s words. Them was how the two sisters had decided to refer to their parents. No Mum, no Dad. Nope. Just Them, Her, Him, or whatever was appropriate. It had been Marissa who had started it, later explaining to Michelle how neither of their parents deserved to be called such. No real parent would do the things to them that they had been forced to endure. A mother who refused to protect her children, instead preferring to drink from a bottle whenever possible. Their father was the worst. He was always finding new ways to hurt them, usually in different ways depending on his mood. She knew Marissa got the worst of it, from both being the oldest, while also trying to protect her from whatever pain might be inflicted as much as possible.
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It was the mere thought of what that man might do to Marissa, the kind of pain her sister might be forced to endure while she was out having fun, which brought forth Micha’s hesitance. She didn’t want her sister to be alone. If their home had been empty for the day, both adults out doing whatever, it would have been easier to relax. To remain calm and listen to Marissa. “I… I don’t want to go, not if it means leaving you by yourself.” The protest escaped her suddenly, while she found herself pulling herself away from the direction of the party house. “What if he hurts you while I’m gone?”
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Jumping back even more, if just slightly, as her sister turned to face her Michelle was caught by surprise by the look on the older girl’s face. Something about the look in Mari’s gaze made her feel instantly uncomfortable, as her body shook from nerves. Her hesitance was only annoying her sister, despite the convictions she felt that she was right in not wanting to go. Turning to face Marissa’s face, she was shocked to see that the annoyance was real. Her sister wore a look that told her to shut and to just go to the party. It shocked her to see her sister appear so… so intimidating, and yet the young girl was missing the most important part. She failed to notice the desperation lingering behind the annoyance, telling her how important it was for her to stay away from the house.
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“Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen.” Marissa said making an effort to hide her annoyance and desperation by forcing a smile on her face. The words were honestly more comforting than the smile, as Michelle only felt guiltier for protesting against going to the party. Her sister looked down to better meet her gaze, as a look of determination met her features. “I have a plan. After today we’re not going to have to worry about him. He’ll never lay a hand on either of us again, won’t hurt you anymore.” Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, Marissa simply looked down at her as if to further reassure her that everything would be fine. Promising her that nothing would happen. Michelle wasn’t sure if was her sister’s words, the touch, or a mixture of the two, but she found herself feeling just a little more confident as she looked back at the other girl. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give her just enough courage to listen to her sister. To attend the party, and take the moment to enjoy a day away from the house they were forced to live in.
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After all, her sister had told her that everything would be fine. For as long as she could remember, Marissa had never lied to her. Had never broken a promise. If she said nothing would happen, then it wouldn’t.
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May 16, 2016 13:54:49 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on May 16, 2016 13:54:49 GMT -6
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May 25, 2016 21:18:07 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on May 25, 2016 21:18:07 GMT -6
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Michelle let out a soft sigh, as she turned her attention back to the lecture being given to the rest of the class. It was rare for her concentration to waver during lessons, something that was evident by taking one glance in her notebook. Keeping up and taking notes was rather simple, if a bit redundant at times. Still it gave her something to do, kept her mind busy, and with all the studying and notetaking she was able to easily maintain high marks in each of her classes. Even those she struggled in. Still even Michelle Favre found moments where her mind slipped, where she’d let herself be distracted by something unrelated to class. Sometimes it was something personal, like being unable to stop thinking of the latest nightmare to plague her. Or she’d be so consumed with guilt or some other emotion, that concentrating became almost impossible. The best distractions were like today, where she found herself staring out the window. Admiring the beauty of the outside world, while at the same time being disappointed with the storm that would prohibit her from wandering the grounds once class was dismissed. It was a more conflicting distraction than one might assume, but still one that brought peace to her mind. The longer her gaze stared out the window, the more her mind drifted to visions of how the grounds will look once the storm finally fades. When the rays of the sun shine down brightly, making the snow filled ground shine as if it was covered in glitter.
Time seemed to fly by the moment her attention returned to whatever was going on in the actual lesson, because before she knew it the professor was dismissing everyone as the bell went off. Glancing down at her notes, Michelle made a few marks to note things to read up on later. Bits of information she might have missed while her mind was focused elsewhere. She didn’t think she had missed much. Most of what had been talked about seemed to have been review; going over problems that others had had during the last lesson. Or the professor answering questions regarding whatever was necessary for the latest essay that had been assigned. If there was any day for her mind to wander off, today would have been one of the best.
She cast one last look out the window, as she packed up her things back into her messenger things, before making her way out of the room. With her earlier plans for the rest of the day ruined by the snowstorm, Micha spent most of her time wandering the halls thinking. Trying to decide how else to spend her time. Another plan. Something else to keep her occupied. Slowly she continued walking through the hall, avoiding the other students who passed her eyes. She could feel their eyes on her occasionally, knowing that some of them were judging her. Turning her eyes toward the floor, she did her best to forget everyone around her. To try and pretend that she was alone, that no one was looking in her direction. Art. She’d think of art. It had been a few days since she’d last drawn in her sketchbook. Made anything decent to help soothe her mind. Maybe that was what she needed. To draw and just be around different forms of art. To study different forms, while trying to analyze techniques used by other artist.
Yes, that was exactly what she needed. It would be therapeutic.
Without a split second of hesitation, Michelle sped up her pace with her movements picking up a new sense of determination. She knew the perfect place to go. Someplace where she could go safely, while still taking part in a creative process. A place that would allow her to relax, study, and find new ways to enhance her creative talents.
Several turns and going down flights of stairs later, she found herself on the ground floor just outside the entrance of the Portrait Gallery. It had been too long since she had visited the room. Way too long, something that a part of her regretted. Looking at the paintings that lined the walls, and studying them on an academic and artistic level, was one of the best things she could do to help herself grow as an artist. Michelle entered the gallery, and immediately began moving around looking and each painting as it caught her eye. Portraits, landscapes, scenic images, almost everything type she could look for could be found on the walls. Some moving and others static, it always amazed her how grand of a collection the school had built up during the centuries. It made her wonder how many artists throughout history had been commissioned for paintings that were strictly for Hogwarts only. How many previous Headmasters had hired someone to paint something for the sake of adding to the collection?
Michelle continued walking through the gallery, admiring each of the works, before pausing to admire one of the sets of armor that was set up against a wall. Armor. Something that she often overlooked in favor of the paintings, yet as her eyes inspected it closely she noticed small details engraved in the metal. It wasn’t what one might first think of as being art, but there was no doubt that the intricate designs were added with care. The care of a metal smith, probably, but still it had a flair of artistic taste to it. Pulling out her sketch book, Michelle crouched down to make herself comfortable on the floor before the set of armor. Without even thinking, she began sketching what she saw before her, making notes to add small details of her own. It was something new. Never once had she drawn armor before, much less design a piece that could be her own. But it was enjoyable. It was liberating, just sitting there on the floor, her concentration focused on her own little sketch.
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Jun 3, 2016 21:16:56 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jun 3, 2016 21:16:56 GMT -6
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Disappointment lined her features, as she watched the flurries fall from the sky in the beginnings of a snow storm. Michelle’s dark eyes gazed out the window, surveying the grounds as they slowly became covered in white snow. It was a beautiful sight to take in. A blanket of white covering everything within view, and then the lake in the distance being frozen in a sheet of ice. If the sun were out, she could imagine the sparkles that would be created. A dazzling natural beauty that only winter could bring. The storm itself had a special charm to it. While it meant that she’d have to remain cooped inside the castle all day, ruining her plans to take photos of the snow covered grounds, she couldn’t deny that just watching it in action was rather lovely. It had a calming effect to her. Watching the flurries fall to the ground with the harsh wind scattering each on in different direction made her feel relaxed. Despite the disappointment she was feeling as she stood there, Micha couldn’t bring herself to hate the storm. She only wished for it to have waited one more day. To have allowed her to go out and capture the grounds in ways that was only possible during the winter. But unfortunately today would not be that day. She’d have to wait until whenever the sun decided to make its next appearance shining over Hogwarts.
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Michelle let out a soft sigh, as she turned her attention back to the lecture being given to the rest of the class. It was rare for her concentration to waver during lessons, something that was evident by taking one glance in her notebook. Keeping up and taking notes was rather simple, if a bit redundant at times. Still it gave her something to do, kept her mind busy, and with all the studying and notetaking she was able to easily maintain high marks in each of her classes. Even those she struggled in. Still even Michelle Favre found moments where her mind slipped, where she’d let herself be distracted by something unrelated to class. Sometimes it was something personal, like being unable to stop thinking of the latest nightmare to plague her. Or she’d be so consumed with guilt or some other emotion, that concentrating became almost impossible. The best distractions were like today, where she found herself staring out the window. Admiring the beauty of the outside world, while at the same time being disappointed with the storm that would prohibit her from wandering the grounds once class was dismissed. It was a more conflicting distraction than one might assume, but still one that brought peace to her mind. The longer her gaze stared out the window, the more her mind drifted to visions of how the grounds will look once the storm finally fades. When the rays of the sun shine down brightly, making the snow filled ground shine as if it was covered in glitter.
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Time seemed to fly by the moment her attention returned to whatever was going on in the actual lesson, because before she knew it the professor was dismissing everyone as the bell went off. Glancing down at her notes, Michelle made a few marks to note things to read up on later. Bits of information she might have missed while her mind was focused elsewhere. She didn’t think she had missed much. Most of what had been talked about seemed to have been review; going over problems that others had had during the last lesson. Or the professor answering questions regarding whatever was necessary for the latest essay that had been assigned. If there was any day for her mind to wander off, today would have been one of the best.
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She cast one last look out the window, as she packed up her things back into her messenger things, before making her way out of the room. With her earlier plans for the rest of the day ruined by the snowstorm, Micha spent most of her time wandering the halls thinking. Trying to decide how else to spend her time. Another plan. Something else to keep her occupied. Slowly she continued walking through the hall, avoiding the other students who passed her eyes. She could feel their eyes on her occasionally, knowing that some of them were judging her. Turning her eyes toward the floor, she did her best to forget everyone around her. To try and pretend that she was alone, that no one was looking in her direction. Art. She’d think of art. It had been a few days since she’d last drawn in her sketchbook. Made anything decent to help soothe her mind. Maybe that was what she needed. To draw and just be around different forms of art. To study different forms, while trying to analyze techniques used by other artist.
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Yes, that was exactly what she needed. It would be therapeutic.
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Without a split second of hesitation, Michelle sped up her pace with her movements picking up a new sense of determination. She knew the perfect place to go. Someplace where she could go safely, while still taking part in a creative process. A place that would allow her to relax, study, and find new ways to enhance her creative talents.
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Several turns and going down flights of stairs later, she found herself on the ground floor just outside the entrance of the Portrait Gallery. It had been too long since she had visited the room. Way too long, something that a part of her regretted. Looking at the paintings that lined the walls, and studying them on an academic and artistic level, was one of the best things she could do to help herself grow as an artist. Michelle entered the gallery, and immediately began moving around looking and each painting as it caught her eye. Portraits, landscapes, scenic images, almost everything type she could look for could be found on the walls. Some moving and others static, it always amazed her how grand of a collection the school had built up during the centuries. It made her wonder how many artists throughout history had been commissioned for paintings that were strictly for Hogwarts only. How many previous Headmasters had hired someone to paint something for the sake of adding to the collection?
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Michelle continued walking through the gallery, admiring each of the works, before pausing to admire one of the sets of armor that was set up against a wall. Armor. Something that she often overlooked in favor of the paintings, yet as her eyes inspected it closely she noticed small details engraved in the metal. It wasn’t what one might first think of as being art, but there was no doubt that the intricate designs were added with care. The care of a metal smith, probably, but still it had a flair of artistic taste to it. Pulling out her sketch book, Michelle crouched down to make herself comfortable on the floor before the set of armor. Without even thinking, she began sketching what she saw before her, making notes to add small details of her own. It was something new. Never once had she drawn armor before, much less design a piece that could be her own. But it was enjoyable. It was liberating, just sitting there on the floor, her concentration focused on her own little sketch.
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Jun 3, 2016 21:52:05 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jun 3, 2016 21:52:05 GMT -6
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Valentine's Day, 2205
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She wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere that had made her act more playful, or if it was just being there with @jonathan. In truth, it was probably both. Her Gryffindor boyfriend always seemed capable of bringing out the best in her. Sweeping away her insecurities, and helping her whatever anxieties that messed with her to vanish if only temporarily. Michelle still felt shy and nervous when accepting compliments from others – though she thought she was doing okay tonight – but with Jon it was different. Just one look at his face was all it took, and she was able to tell he meant every word. That he wanted to spend time with her; to just be there for her whenever she felt she needed him. Wanted her to trust him. Trust would always be an issue for her. After all she had endured, just speaking of her past had been a huge step. And with him she could find herself trusting him. They had some kind of connection, no doubt. One that made her want to trust him more than anyone else.
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Micha giggled softly as he made to grab her finger, trying to narrowly avoid it for as long as possible. When he did grab her fingers, slowly moving to lace his with her own, her dark eyes glanced up to meet his. Her smile only grew with all the traveling talk. Just the thought of seeing any new location with Jon brought a glow to the face. It was enticing, and no doubt her enthusiasm was beginning to show on her face. “All the places, really? That would be wonderful.” Maybe a too optimistic to actually happen, but there would be plenty of time. If not, then wherever they went would be enough. It was more about the experience than anything, wasn’t it? Hearing him speak of his appreciation for the arts only made her smile widen. If she were honest, Micha always felt it was important for everyone to have some appreciation. Even if was just small. Art wasn’t just about creating, but for others to view and talk about as well. “Just appreciating it is more than enough. For every creator, there must be someone look at it and talk about. You can learn the languages and translate things, and I’ll take the pictures.” They could make it a team effort. She would capture images of the culture, where he would help them converse with the locals.
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…but there was still the question whether her family would let her travel. Alone. With a boy no less. Even if she’d be a legal adult by summer, it was one of those things most parents would be nervous about. She wasn’t related to her new guardian by blood, but still he was… he was possibly one of the best families she had been taken in by since she was first taken to the home. The idea of introducing Jon to her family made her feel anxious. What if they didn’t get along? Or Anatole decided that he didn’t like her boyfriend for whatever reason. But it was also a test to see if her family cared for her, even if there were signs of overprotectiveness. Michelle couldn’t even imagine what that might be like. An experience so many teenagers complained about daily, yet something she almost wished she had. Arguing with a parent over her right to do sounded like something from a dream. Not to mention it was a million times better than what that man had put her through. Or the neglect her mother had chosen to show her. “Yeah we can do that… And I can ask about traveling to. I can send a letter letting them know, or… or we can just wait and surprise them.” The tiniest hint of a mischievous smile crossed her features at that, only briefly though as it disappeared all the anxieties that would arise from such a situation. It definitely wasn’t the best idea. Especially if Jon was hoping to make a solid first impression.
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Still despite whatever anxieties continued to be felt, she couldn’t deny the night was going perfectly. It was just them enjoying the night together. As she hugged him tight, Michelle closed her eyes briefly hoping to erase all her fears and insecurities away for the remainder of the night. She wanted to enjoy every moment. To make this a night they would both remember, without anything ruining it. Whenever Jon went off to socialize, she’d walk around trying to snap as many pictures as possible. Some for her own personal memories, others for anyone who might ask for a photo or two. Maybe later on she’d work up the courage to go around, handing out pictures of everyone who she managed to catch in a moment or two. “Yeah that sounds great. I don’t know how good I’ll be in schooling you though…” she bit her lip nervously, as she looked up to meet his eyes as he pressed another kiss on her head. “And it might be better if I just let you interpret different images yourself, before telling you what it’s really about. Or what the Artist’s intention was.” The rumbling in his chest was rather soothing, and she couldn’t resist laying her head against if only for a second.
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Michelle glanced up when he pointed out his sister, with her turning her head to seek where @haley was standing. Was she about to meet a part of his family? Her knees suddenly felt weak, as the nerves from earlier were beginning to return. Though now was probably as good a time as any. Even more so, since it sounded like the two of them might have started to grow close. “Am I going to meet her? Is the timing okay…” Her fingers nervously grasped the side of her dress, trying to quell the butterflies that were swarming in her stomach. She’d never imagined she’d meet anyone in his family. And there was always the distinct possibility that his sister wouldn’t like her.
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“Though if she comes over, I can take a picture of the two of you. Maybe two… one for each of you.” That she could do. Taking pictures was easy enough, and he deserved to have one taken with his sister. It would be a moment the two of them could remember, at least. Although as the seconds passed it began to seem as if the other girl may not have seen Jon or heard him, as she made no sign of approaching. Or maybe @haley was busy with something else. Seeing Jon’s apologetic look on his face, she squeezed his hand back hoping to comfort him some. “It’s okay. I can’t really blame you for wanting to call out to you sister…” And she couldn’t. She couldn’t imagine what kind of bond the two of them had, but Michelle knew how it felt to be close to a sibling. To want to share every moment with a sister that was possible.
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Looking up at him, she smiled gently before moving to kiss him on the cheek in a fluid quick motion. There was still more to the night to enjoy, with hopefully more chances for Jon to go see his sister. Hearing him asking if she wanted a drink caught her off guard momentarily. It felt like they had only just begun dancing, but judging by how many songs had passed she knew they had been on the floor for a while. And admittedly her throat was parched. “Sure. I don’t think I’ve ever had Apple Luc before…” Micha caught herself before she could bite her lip again in nerves, not wanting to look like she was ashamed of that small fact. “Though I guess I can try it. Is it any good?”
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As they made their way to the refreshment table, Michelle pulled out her camera figuring now might be as good a time as any to try to find new opportunities for photos. As Jon chatted with @catalina and @varek, she fiddled with her camera nervously trying to fight the urge to shrink back and remain hidden. She didn’t really know either very well, and her earlier anxieties were starting to creep back up. Without even thinking she pulled her camera, and took a quick picture of the couple. “Sorry.” She squeaked feeling immediately ashamed. “You both looked so great together… I couldn’t resist.” Despite whatever bashfulness took her over, her words were genuine. When the exchange was over, she looked over at her date feeling a little proud of herself.
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While Jon was in the midst of pouring her a drink, Michelle let her gaze wander around the Great Hall. Being off the dancefloor reminded her that she was in a large room, with many students gathered around her. She accepted the drink as he handed it to her, watching him carefully as he went on to mention going to see a friend. One who he had apparently been helping to create posters with. Micha wasn’t sure what kind of look crossed her face, it was probably a mix between disbelief and anxiety. Still hearing Jon laugh, caused her to relax a bit and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing lightly along with him. “Is this friend the one helping you get a new appreciation for the arts?” she asked finding herself feeling a little curious. “But yeah… go and say hi. I’ll be fine, promise.” Almost as if she was expecting him to question her, she held up her camera with a small smile. “I’ll go busy myself for a bit. Wander around, and try to take a few more pictures until you come and find me.”
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As Jon bent down to kiss her on the cheeky, Michelle pulled him into another hug hoping it would give her the strength she’d need to wander on her own for the time being. Strength that she’d surely need. They parted ways for the time being, as Jon headed off to socialize and her try to find more opportunities for pictures. ‘I can do this…. I can do this.’ She thought to herself trying to send reassurances that things wouldn’t be bad. She had her camera, and there were lots of students around her. It felt reasonable to assume that there would at least a few of them who wouldn’t mind having thing pictures taking. No one had to talk to her if they didn’t want to. In fact, she didn’t expect them to. ‘Be the fox, Michelle. Be the fox.’
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Post by Krysta on Jun 10, 2016 22:13:56 GMT -6
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Why was he even there? Dances had never been Soren’s thing, with him always avoiding them when he could think up and excuse to do so. They were loud, loud and crowded. The music blasting wasn’t too horrible he had to admit, but when you were seated next to someone who was trying to sing along but was out of synch, well then it wasn’t enjoyable. Not in the slightest. The struggle was real not to find a napkin or something, and shove it in the boy’s mouth so no one else would have to suffer his fate. Instead he was content tossing glares in their direction every time the pitch became a little too high, and hella screechy. He just had to endure for now. The song would be over soon enough, and then the kid would stop his screeching. And if he was lucky the next song would be something they didn’t know the lyrics to. If he was lucky, if not he’d make his escape and risk taking to the dance floor if need be.
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And once it did end, Soren was unable to hold back the sigh of relief that escaped his mouth. The singer chose then to notice his presence for the first time, flashing a wide, prideful smile in his direction. “What do ya think? I’m pretty amazing, aren’t I?” Oh the poor, poor kid. Clearly no one had ever told him just how awful he was. Soren had to fight back the sudden urge to gag or laugh, or whatever that feeling in the back of his throat was. It was some strange mixture between the two. “Uh huh… sure.” He commented with disinterest, while pushing himself back a ways preparing to make his escape. “I mean I certainly would never want to do karaoke with you.” Voice dripping with sarcasm, he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the moment to dash off. The boy didn’t seem phased by his comment, instead remaining where they were smiling stupidly with unmerited pride. Whatever. It wasn’t his duty to inform others when they were only making fools of themselves. Let the kid live in his fantasy world, as long as it didn’t bother him anymore in the near future. Sooner or later a real asshole will be more direct, and tell the poor sap he sucked in a much harsher way. One without the use of snark.
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Soren wandered across the floor, trying his hardest to avoid bumping into anyone who might drag him out to dance. That was not happening. Not unless his feet were enchanted to forcibly make him, or he got drunk. Really, really drunk. Still his reluctance to dance didn’t stop him from catching sight of a few familiar faces. He spotted @jonathan out on the floor, dancing with his date @michelle – a girl who Soren admittedly found to be intriguing more than anything – almost immediately. He sent a quick wave in their direction while passing by, unsure whether either would notice or not. It didn’t bother him either way. Both were too busy to bother socializing for the time being. If either wanted to pay him any mind, it could wait for later he supposed.
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Elsewhere he spotted his teammate @sebastian, who looked to be in the midst of socializing on his own accord. Soren noticed his captain, @alexandria, stopping briefly to chat with the chaser before going off to do her own thing, presumably finding a dance partner or date of her own. Besides the interactions they had during practice or games, Soren never really bothered to interact with the fiery haired captain much. The girl had a certain air about her, something that made him question if she’d even want to waste her breath socializing with someone like him. That and the age difference made things difficult, since according to teenage law interacting with anyone two or more years younger than you wasn’t necessarily ideal. Unless it was necessary. Even if he didn’t interact with them a whole lot, he held respect for both. Maybe Sebastian a little more, especially considering older boy had sacrificed himself to take a buldger or two on Soren’s behalf, in the hopes that it might help have helped give Ravenclaw more of an edge. He was also pretty sure he spotted @jamie somewhere on the dancefloor with his date as well, which meant most of the Ravenclaw team had decided to show up in some manner.
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Soren stopped at one of the few remaining empty tables, and quickly decided to take advantage of the moment to claim it for himself. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. There was no doubt socializing wasn’t exactly his thing, mostly because he had a bizarre habit of avoiding those who didn’t bother talking to him first. Whatever. He had plenty of time to figure things out, maybe get a drink in the meantime. Until then he’d just sit and watch… and try not to look like he didn’t want to be there. Not look like he was questioning his reasons for coming.
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Jun 10, 2016 22:17:56 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jun 10, 2016 22:17:56 GMT -6
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Post by Krysta on Jun 16, 2016 13:02:01 GMT -6
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As much as he loved Quidditch, even Ross had to admit that making a career of it could be rather stressful at times. He was always expected to keep his skills in top shape, or else his position on the team could easily go to someone else. Another person who loved the sport, and probably worked their ass off in the hopes of playing professionally one day. While a part of him felt guilty for holding onto a coveted position, there was always that selfish part of him that wanted to hold onto it as tightly as possible. He genuinely loved Quidditch. It was possibly the only thing he was remotely good at. He could never be a skilled auror like his brother and father, capable of chasing after and fighting criminals frequently. Fuck. He wasn’t even that skilled of a duelist. All he knew were the necessary spells to help him survive if attacked, while taking further lessons from his brother once a week. Even then he felt whatever confidence he had dropping significantly. Whereas Quidditch never brought any of those feelings. He loved the adrenaline that came from an intense race for the snitch, or the excitement that flowed through the crowd during every match. He loved each and every one of his teammates, even if any of them found him annoying or too energetic on occasion. It was the one thing he didn’t want to lose, besides his friends, until the time came to let it go. Whenever his career came to an end – which he hoped wouldn’t happen for a long time – then he would pass on the torch to whoever came to take his mantel.
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After taking his adorable Alaskan Malamute back to his apartment, Ross made a split second decision to apparate to Hogsmeade. He had been meaning to stop by to pick up some more polish, so he’d be able to maintain taking care of his broom, so maybe it wasn’t too much of a split decision after all. He arrived standing outside the entrance of Spintwitches, which had been the first image to pop into his mind before apparating. As soon as his eyes gazed into the window, it was impossible to contain the small smile that flitted across his features. Looking at all the supplies and brooms and everything inside the store reminded him why he loved the sport so much. He spent a few more minutes’ window shopping before finally heading into the store, where he spent a few moments looking around before actually buying anything. He wanted to enjoy the store for what is was, while asking the owner about information regarding when the next signing would be. If there was to be another host of Quidditch players signing autographs for one day, then he hoped to be a part of that group. It was the least he could do to the fans. Without them the stadium would lack the energy that came with every game, and despite the constant competition between team’s things would get dull rather quickly. Fans encouraged that competition, so when he could he wanted to pay them back whenever possible. And if he were honest with himself, doing what he could to entertain others was one of the many reasons why he loved playing Quidditch in the first place.
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Ross left the shop moments later with a bag containing the items he had purchased from business be taken care of. The air around Hogsmeade was rather quiet, with no visiting students, and whatever busy hours still waiting to begin. Body moving a clumsy sort of grace, he slowly made his way to the Three Broomsticks. With there still being a few hours left before he had to head home, it seemed appropriate to treat himself to a drink or two. One little butterbeer never killed anyone, and it might be nice to enjoy the place before it was full of eager customers wanting to drink or eat after a long day of work. But of course in true Ross fashion, his mind switched courses almost immediately afterwards. Or at least as soon as he caught sight of Honeyduke’s. Suddenly an intense craving to have something sweet hit him. What exactly he wanted was still yet to be determined, but he supposed he could at least grab a bar of chocolate or two. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to indulge, having sworn off anything sweet for the past two months. Mostly for health reasons, and a simply desire to cut back on typical junk foods and sugary goodness. Two months without anything sweet. That had to be long enough, right. Ross deserved to treat himself to a little something after going without for so long.
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With a new eagerness in his step, Ross practically skipped into Honeyduke’s moments later, a wide smile on his face as his hand pushed the door open. His eyes swept over the interior, taking in the sight of hundreds of candies lined up on the different shelves, with the sweet aroma of chocolate hitting his nostrils immediately. The decision to make a quick pit stop at the sweets store was definitely not one he would regret anytime soon. Moving one foot at a time, Ross began to maneuver his way through the aisles, looking at each item for sale. He genuinely didn’t know what he wanted. There were so many options, it felt almost criminal not to grab one of each. As he stepped out of another aisle, his eyes drifted over toward a stand holding a small tray of free samples. The little candies situated on it were only what he could assume was something new that had been ordered, and placed out to sort of pimp out and encourage customers to buy. Without even thinking about it, he swiped one of the samples with no hesitation and plopped it into his mouth. The taste was up to his standards, not that that was anything to go by, sweet with a hint of spiciness to it. Most importantly he found himself loving it!
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After taking a moment to savor the taste of the sample he had given a try, Ross turned his attention towards the rest of the store. He would definitely walk out with a bit of the new stuff, but it felt wrong not to at least consider everything else. And a part of him wanted to walk out with more than just one item, perhaps maybe enough to last him a month or two. Or three days even, depending on how much self-control he was able to maintain. Once again he began moving through the aisles, casually browsing in search of more delights to take home with him. It had been too long, and he was damn well looking forward to treating himself some heavenly tasting sweets. He had earned that much, after surviving two months without.
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