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- Posted: Mon, 18 Mar 2013 15:24:04 +0000
It was a fairly peaceful morning at Hogwarts, and nearly everybody was seated at their respective tables in the Great Hall, the ceiling showing that the sky outside was lovely and bright, without a cloud in sight. However, as usual, the peace wasn't going to last long. There was yelling heard outside the main doors, and Arianna Santariga stumbled through, falling forward, though the fall turned into a small shoulder roll, landing on her hands and knees. Crabbe and Goyle entered behind her and she scrambled to her feet, skittering to the safety of the Gryffindor table, wedged between Fred and George. She turned her body so she could face the two Slytherins, and blew them a kiss, before turning to the plate in front of her. She filled it with bacon, ham, sausage, and every other meat she could find, grinning like a lunatic despite the black eye forming.
Nobody could really blame Crabbe and Goyle for wanting to pummel the little vixen. Ever since she had met the two, when they called her a leprechaun and started the war, she'd gone out of her way to prank them, or humiliate them in some way, and they went out of her way to trip her down stairs or throw her in the lake. The worst so far had been when they tied a blindfold around her and dangled her from a rope tied about her ankle from the astronomy tower. It was all in good fun, of course... Well, no it wasn't. It was all done to get as much of a rise out of the other as possible.
Nobody knew how Arie could eat as much food as she did, with her main entree always being at least three different kinds of meat, and keep the figure that she did. At five feet tall, she had a slight, thin frame, unlike the curvaceous ones so many girls wanted. Sure, she had a tiny bit of curve about her hips, and she had enough of a chest that nobody secretly wondered if she was a boy, but she didn't have the smoking-hot curves that women wanted. She was pretty enough, luckily. Her skin was a light olive color, giving evidence to her Italian heritage. Her hair was long, falling to nearly her waist, and a dark chocolatey brown color that could almost be classified as black. Her eyes, large and seemingly innocent when she wanted to get out of trouble, were an odd purplish-blue color, framed with thick lashes. She had a full, shapely mouth and a small nose, all traits that made her look cute and innocent. That is, when there wasn't that twinkle of mischief in her eyes, as there was currently.
George Weasley, one of her two favorite male counterparts, was staring at her with his mouth wide open, showing a nice chewed up bit of food to everybody at the table.
"George, it isn't polite to show people your food, please chew and swallow before you gawk," She said with a grin, before shoving some bacon happily into her mouth.
George quickly complied, swallowing his food before he grabbed her chin, turning her to face him. "Merlin, Arie, you've got a nice big shiner there! They HIT you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned her head to face Fred, and Arie grumbled in annoyance at being manhandled. "Bloody hell Fred, look at 'er! She can take a hit like a champ!" Yes, George often forgot that she was, in fact, a female.
"Yes, yes, I'm quite the 'champ'," Arie rolled her eyes, jerking her chin out of his grasp. "I hit him first, and I had their wands. Besides, he didn't just punch me in the face. There was a wall involved, and they didn't mean to do that much damage." She wasn't sure why she defended the two Slytherin buffoons. Probably because she felt bad for them. Being the puppy dogs of that slimeball Draco Malfoy couldn't exactly be very fun for them. They were a source of entertainment for Arie when she was feeling rowdy, and she was the same for them. It was a mutual agreement between the three. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue stuffing my face." Her american accent was out of place at the table, but she didn't really mind. It was her second year at Hogwarts, so most people at least knew she was from America by now, although they didn't know much else about her. Nobody really did, not even the twins. She'd always made it a point to change the subject when they asked, until they finally got the picture: she didn't want to get all emotional.
It wasn't as if her life back home was complete crap. It was just that there was no life, because she didn't exactly have a home. She'd grown up being passed around from family member to family member. None of them were particularly terrible, but it would have been easier to just stay with her parents. Unfortunately, they traveled far too much to pay attention to a child, so her uncle here in England had finally adopted her.
"So, what's on the agenda today?" She asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her little spat with Crabbe and Goyle.
..~.~.
Oliver Wood watched with wide eyes as Arie Santariga, the newfound friend of Fred and George Weasley, came rolling into the Great Hall, not surprised at all when Crabbe and Goyle came in right behind her. He was a bit shy, maybe, but he was perceptive. He was an amazing Quidditch Captain and Keeper, and he was glad that the three of them were on his team... But he'd have to do something about making sure none of them got kicked off.
From his seat across Fred and George, he could hear their conversation, and he actually laughed along with it. He'd become friends with the twins over the past year, because Arie had taken a liking to him and his friend (-insert your female character's name here-), and she was always with Fred and George. The five of them had spent some time in Hogsmeade together, and Oliver was quickly learning that there was more to the twins than pranks. They were bloody brilliant!
He looked up as an owl came flying towards him and dropped a package, groaning when it landed right on his plate of eggs, splattering them all over him. The owl just gave him a friendly peck, then flew off, and Oliver opened the letter.
'Heard there was going to be a Christmas Ball this year before break, so here's some dress robes. I paid the young man at the shop to pick them out for you. Have fun. And you really should take (-insert female's name again-), she's a lovely girl. We need to get you married off, you know.
Love, Mum
Oliver groaned, his face lighting up with red at the letter. The girl was his friend! Okay, so his mum could be a bit crazy. He understood where she was coming from, though... He didn't exactly date, or give her much hope for marriage and grandchildren.
Oliver may be a Gryffindor, but when it came to females and romance, that courage they were so known for dwindled a bit. Sure, he could talk to them. He could be smoothe, savvy, and charming. He could flirt. Unfortunately, asking them out always made him far more nervous than it should. What was the worst they could do? Say no? That wasn't so terrible.
Oliver had grown up being told that he was a talented boy, and that he was special. He grew up being told that he could get any girl he wanted. In all honesty, Oliver could be seen as a bit spoiled, but he certainly wasn't. He wasn't the type of child who had screamed and yelled until he got his way, nor was he the type to stab people in the back to get what he wanted. No, his parents loved him immensely, but they taught him discipline.
Oliver had really grown into his body. When he was younger he'd been a bit gangly, and while he was no longer stick-thin like Harry, he wasn't fat. He was built, that was for sure, but some of it just so happened to be muscle. Well, most of it was muscle. With his mousey brown hair having grown out and been rather shaggy, with his eyes of the same shade, he could actually be seen as rather adorable. Unlike the mischievously handsome twins or the dangerously handsome Draco Malfoy, he was the type of guy that looked nice. He looked like the kind of guy who would take care of business, but still have a sense of humor. He looked just as he should. Sometimes nervous, sometimes angry (though his, unlike most of the people he knew, was a silent anger, and he didn't explode on people most of the time), sometimes just flat-out bored.
Right now, he was a bit irritated at the fact that he had scrambled eggs all over him. Standing up with a sigh, the tall boy took his parcel out of his eggs, then brushed them off. Perhaps (-insert your female's name again-) would be joining them for breakfast this morning... That would lighten the day a bit.
He changed his focus, looking up as Arie asked what the plans were for today. "Well, it is a Hogsmeade day... Are we all going again?" he asked, looking between the three.
Nobody could really blame Crabbe and Goyle for wanting to pummel the little vixen. Ever since she had met the two, when they called her a leprechaun and started the war, she'd gone out of her way to prank them, or humiliate them in some way, and they went out of her way to trip her down stairs or throw her in the lake. The worst so far had been when they tied a blindfold around her and dangled her from a rope tied about her ankle from the astronomy tower. It was all in good fun, of course... Well, no it wasn't. It was all done to get as much of a rise out of the other as possible.
Nobody knew how Arie could eat as much food as she did, with her main entree always being at least three different kinds of meat, and keep the figure that she did. At five feet tall, she had a slight, thin frame, unlike the curvaceous ones so many girls wanted. Sure, she had a tiny bit of curve about her hips, and she had enough of a chest that nobody secretly wondered if she was a boy, but she didn't have the smoking-hot curves that women wanted. She was pretty enough, luckily. Her skin was a light olive color, giving evidence to her Italian heritage. Her hair was long, falling to nearly her waist, and a dark chocolatey brown color that could almost be classified as black. Her eyes, large and seemingly innocent when she wanted to get out of trouble, were an odd purplish-blue color, framed with thick lashes. She had a full, shapely mouth and a small nose, all traits that made her look cute and innocent. That is, when there wasn't that twinkle of mischief in her eyes, as there was currently.
George Weasley, one of her two favorite male counterparts, was staring at her with his mouth wide open, showing a nice chewed up bit of food to everybody at the table.
"George, it isn't polite to show people your food, please chew and swallow before you gawk," She said with a grin, before shoving some bacon happily into her mouth.
George quickly complied, swallowing his food before he grabbed her chin, turning her to face him. "Merlin, Arie, you've got a nice big shiner there! They HIT you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned her head to face Fred, and Arie grumbled in annoyance at being manhandled. "Bloody hell Fred, look at 'er! She can take a hit like a champ!" Yes, George often forgot that she was, in fact, a female.
"Yes, yes, I'm quite the 'champ'," Arie rolled her eyes, jerking her chin out of his grasp. "I hit him first, and I had their wands. Besides, he didn't just punch me in the face. There was a wall involved, and they didn't mean to do that much damage." She wasn't sure why she defended the two Slytherin buffoons. Probably because she felt bad for them. Being the puppy dogs of that slimeball Draco Malfoy couldn't exactly be very fun for them. They were a source of entertainment for Arie when she was feeling rowdy, and she was the same for them. It was a mutual agreement between the three. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue stuffing my face." Her american accent was out of place at the table, but she didn't really mind. It was her second year at Hogwarts, so most people at least knew she was from America by now, although they didn't know much else about her. Nobody really did, not even the twins. She'd always made it a point to change the subject when they asked, until they finally got the picture: she didn't want to get all emotional.
It wasn't as if her life back home was complete crap. It was just that there was no life, because she didn't exactly have a home. She'd grown up being passed around from family member to family member. None of them were particularly terrible, but it would have been easier to just stay with her parents. Unfortunately, they traveled far too much to pay attention to a child, so her uncle here in England had finally adopted her.
"So, what's on the agenda today?" She asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her little spat with Crabbe and Goyle.
..~.~.
Oliver Wood watched with wide eyes as Arie Santariga, the newfound friend of Fred and George Weasley, came rolling into the Great Hall, not surprised at all when Crabbe and Goyle came in right behind her. He was a bit shy, maybe, but he was perceptive. He was an amazing Quidditch Captain and Keeper, and he was glad that the three of them were on his team... But he'd have to do something about making sure none of them got kicked off.
From his seat across Fred and George, he could hear their conversation, and he actually laughed along with it. He'd become friends with the twins over the past year, because Arie had taken a liking to him and his friend (-insert your female character's name here-), and she was always with Fred and George. The five of them had spent some time in Hogsmeade together, and Oliver was quickly learning that there was more to the twins than pranks. They were bloody brilliant!
He looked up as an owl came flying towards him and dropped a package, groaning when it landed right on his plate of eggs, splattering them all over him. The owl just gave him a friendly peck, then flew off, and Oliver opened the letter.
'Heard there was going to be a Christmas Ball this year before break, so here's some dress robes. I paid the young man at the shop to pick them out for you. Have fun. And you really should take (-insert female's name again-), she's a lovely girl. We need to get you married off, you know.
Love, Mum
Oliver groaned, his face lighting up with red at the letter. The girl was his friend! Okay, so his mum could be a bit crazy. He understood where she was coming from, though... He didn't exactly date, or give her much hope for marriage and grandchildren.
Oliver may be a Gryffindor, but when it came to females and romance, that courage they were so known for dwindled a bit. Sure, he could talk to them. He could be smoothe, savvy, and charming. He could flirt. Unfortunately, asking them out always made him far more nervous than it should. What was the worst they could do? Say no? That wasn't so terrible.
Oliver had grown up being told that he was a talented boy, and that he was special. He grew up being told that he could get any girl he wanted. In all honesty, Oliver could be seen as a bit spoiled, but he certainly wasn't. He wasn't the type of child who had screamed and yelled until he got his way, nor was he the type to stab people in the back to get what he wanted. No, his parents loved him immensely, but they taught him discipline.
Oliver had really grown into his body. When he was younger he'd been a bit gangly, and while he was no longer stick-thin like Harry, he wasn't fat. He was built, that was for sure, but some of it just so happened to be muscle. Well, most of it was muscle. With his mousey brown hair having grown out and been rather shaggy, with his eyes of the same shade, he could actually be seen as rather adorable. Unlike the mischievously handsome twins or the dangerously handsome Draco Malfoy, he was the type of guy that looked nice. He looked like the kind of guy who would take care of business, but still have a sense of humor. He looked just as he should. Sometimes nervous, sometimes angry (though his, unlike most of the people he knew, was a silent anger, and he didn't explode on people most of the time), sometimes just flat-out bored.
Right now, he was a bit irritated at the fact that he had scrambled eggs all over him. Standing up with a sigh, the tall boy took his parcel out of his eggs, then brushed them off. Perhaps (-insert your female's name again-) would be joining them for breakfast this morning... That would lighten the day a bit.
He changed his focus, looking up as Arie asked what the plans were for today. "Well, it is a Hogsmeade day... Are we all going again?" he asked, looking between the three.
