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Post by CASSANDRA A. HODGKIN on Sept 4, 2016 13:56:32 GMT -6
The first few nights back at school were the hardest - though they were usually the best at the same time. At least, the previous years had been the best. Now she was a fifth year and the work load was already bogging her mind down. The only place left that felt peaceful was her comfort zone. That, of course, was the Quidditch Pitch. It was the only place she felt truly comfortable, the only place that she actually raised her voice above a soft whisper. During Quidditch, Cassie was actually known to yell at people. After all, she didn't have much else to do, not until the snitch appeared. Just yell at people to get the quaffle through the hoop, and avoid bludgers. Outside the pitch, she barely spoke to anyone. Not unless they spoke to her first, and then she kept her answers small.
Sometimes, she wished she could be a bit more social like her mum was. Somehow, she had missed that gene and had gotten her father's shyness. Plopping down on the grass, Cassie placed her broom in front of her and got out her broom polishing kit and set to work. After all, she couldn't very well start the year with a dirty broom. It needed to be clipped a bit as well, from all of the practice she did over the summer.
A small part of her wanted to forget the broom maintenance and just get on her broom and soar. It had to be done though, and for the time being, she was enjoying sitting in the grass, alone on the pitch. It wasn't often that it wasn't packed with people, and she'd take it while it lasted. |
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Post by LYSANDER P. SCAMANDER on Sept 7, 2016 14:57:00 GMT -6
LIFE ON THE MOON Lysander had been hugging every student in the castle the minute he found out that he was going to be a Prefect. To wear a badge and play Superman almost every hour of every day... Now that felt kind of good. Being able to stay up a little bit later and roam through the hallways of Hogwarts, catching people doing bad things meant something. For all the times that people had pushed him out of conversations, it was a sign of payback. Or that's what he thought.
So in one of his first duties as one of the school's ass-kickers, he decided to patrol the grounds. There had to be someone there who would be doing something they really shouldn't be doing. He just wasn't sure if he was ready to start docking houses of points. Maybe warning people would suit him better; the Seventh Years could be the ones who would finish cleaning up the mess. Then the Ravenclaw could feel a little bit better about himself. Besides, if he wasn't the one who did the deed, then he wouldn't be hated by the person (or persons) who were caught in the act.
For some reason, he found himself semi-looming around the Quidditch pitch. He wasn't a player by any means - he kind of sucked in his First Year flying lessons. But there could have been people who were doing something wrong. Then Sandy could leap tall buildings and travel faster than a locomotive. Look up in the sky: It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...
Snapping back to reality, the Fifth Year brought his attention back from his fantasy world to the real world. It was necessary, as he saw someone just sitting on the pitch with a broom next to her. It was kind of quiet around there, which was kind of strange considering that teams were going to hold try-outs for empty spots soon enough. He tried to make out who the mystery figure was, but he couldn't if he wasn't standing right next to them. The light bulb in his head went off, and when he put two and two together, he was running out to the middle of the pitch to see who he could talk to. As he did, the figure became easier to recognize: Long hair. Long black hair. Looks like a girl...
He kind of knew who he was talking to, but he didn't know much about her for him to strike some sort of "welcome back" conversation. So when he stopped running and walked up to her, he had his trademark goofy grin on his face. "You look lonely," he said, sitting cross-legged across from the student. "I figured you'd want a conversation buddy before you start snoozing." ulla |
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Post by CASSANDRA A. HODGKIN on Sept 7, 2016 19:33:11 GMT -6
Cassie frowned slightly as she rubbed a finger print off of the handle of her broom. It really was filthy from practicing all summer. The good thing was that she was already on the team, so even though she still had to try out, her spot was pretty much guaranteed. Unless of course there was a seeker out there that was better than her. Though she wouldn’t boast out loud, she doubted it, as she liked to think she was actually pretty good at Quidditch. Her mum had taught her well. The sound of someone running caught her attention, and pulled it away from the broom in front of her. Her brown eyes slowly lifted to look at the blonde boy in front of her. Immediately, her eyes widened, because it wasn't often anyone approached her just for the sake of talking. Shifting uncomfortably, she moved a hand to twirl in her hair as she bit on her lower lip. He wasn’t in Hufflepuff, but she recognized him from the classes they had together. Lysander usually stood out as it was, with his bright blonde hair – and his personality made him stand out just that much more. Squinting at him, she dropped her hand to the grass to fiddle with it instead. Picking at a blade, she took in a nervous breath. “Oh…” did she look lonely? She supposed she probably did most of the time, since she didn’t exactly socialize much. She wasn’t though, alone was fine, at least, it kept her nerves in check. “Not… not lonely, not really,” she spoke quietly, her eyes now studying his face both nervously and curiously. It actually wasn’t fair that he had the courage to go up and talk to anyone he wanted when she couldn’t. “B-but you’re welcome to sit with me if you want, I don’t mind.” He seemed nice enough anyway. Or she hope d he’d be nice. [/div] |
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Post by LYSANDER P. SCAMANDER on Sept 8, 2016 17:12:05 GMT -6
LIFE ON THE MOON There was something about shy people that really perplexed Lysander. Perhaps it was because they were polar opposites: He was always in your face and ready to clown around with you on a moment's notice. The quiet ones were always sitting on the sidelines, not wanting to interrupt what someone was doing. Being someone who was out of the way didn't mind the Ravenclaw one bit, although it meant it was harder to read their mind. If they said the magic word, then it would be easier to sit down and talk to them. But until someone did, he'd just kind of play along. Eventually, something would have to give.
Cassandra was one of the Fifth Years who got their shiny little Prefect badge, just like he did. She earned just as much power as Sandy did, which was pretty damn sweet. The two of them, if it even got that far, could talk about how many times they were able to warn little pests if they were sliding down the banisters. Hell, if he'd have his way, he'd be joining those youngsters by actually participating in sliding himself. Unfortunately, it sounded like a bad idea in all forms, so busting little First Years for horsing around was going to be the second best option.
He watched as the Hufflepuff moved her hand from her long hair to a blade of the pitch's freshly-mowed grass, and paid close attention to when she said that she wasn't as lonely as Lysander thought she was. Getting the wrong impression didn't hurt the boy's feelings, which was obviously okay with him. As he leaned back, he placed his palms on the grass and looked straight up into the sky. Kind of a bad idea, as the sun was out and was starting to blind him. "Aw, thank'ee," he said, finally realizing that enough was enough and that he was going to see those unlikeable flashes of light in his eyes. "Y'know, I'd like to personally welcome you into the club. I heard who's been elected as Prefects this year. Us Fifth Years are going to have such a fun time with being able to yell at others!" ulla |
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