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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:50 am
Down by the lake, across from the castle sat a small first year by the name of Lance Kivlin. He was perched upon a somewhat round and lumpy boulder under the wide-spread branches of a European Ash. A cold, bitter wind blew persistently, causing the long slender branches of the ash to sway. Sighing, Lance brought his knees up to his chin, wrapping both arms securely around his legs. He could smell rain in the air, and the ominously dark clouds looming over the school looked capable of loosing more than just water, but he just wasn't in the mood to care at the moment.
It wasn't that he was having an especially bad day or anything; his classes had gone fairly well, and he wasn't buried under piles of homework yet, but at the same time, Lance desperately wanted to get away from Hogwarts for just a bit. Perhaps it was the large numbers of people he was unused to having to deal with on a daily basis, or something that he ate; and perhaps, he was simply homesick. His deep green eyes stared moodily across the vast black expanse of the lake as the same wind that tossed his dirty blonde hair made small waves in the water. Normally when he was alone, he would draw, but as he didn't want his sketchpad to get damp it was safely stowed in the bottom of his book bag, which leaned against the base of his rock.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 1:43 pm
It was waiting for her. Just as it had waited for her every year she came back. Unobtrusive. Stoic. Beautiful. It was the lake. And it was waiting.
With as much grace as she could muster in her current state of total distraction, Vlaityn settled herself at the rim of the dark lake water, letting the scenery envelope her. Positioning herself by the very edge of the lake, Vlaityn stretched out flat on her back, letting her hand languidly trace the liquid movements of the water's surface.
'There should be an Introspective Nature Studies class.'
A small yawn-like sigh slipped past her delicate mouth as the systematic lapping of the waves washed over her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 2:30 pm
Running her finger in circles on her thigh, Ascella stared at the lake. Her mind just wondering elsewhere as the chill of the air nipped at her face. There were goosebumps on her arms from the cool breeze, but she was to distracted to notice. There really weren't many students around the lake, and Ascella knew that she should be doing her Divination homework, but as distracted as she was, she knew that she would never get it done.
I wonder what the vision in the mirror really was about. It could have been in the past, or even the future, I don't know. I was in the hospital in June, but I don't remember anything about my mother being there. Maybe she was visiting me as I slept. Though, I don't remember me ever looking so terrible. It had to have been the future. Right? Oh no.
With a small sigh, Ascella leaned back, staring at the sky. Her corn silk hair shined in the sun, though, she really didn't care about her appearance at the moment. Resting her head on top of her hands, she tried to relax in the cold grass as much as possible.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 2:27 pm
Elijah inhaled through her nose and out through her mouth as she chased the wayward football. Now that she was nearer to the lake, she had to be careful or else she would lose the ball. The squid probably didn't want to throw it back to her, like it had had to do every year at least seven times.
"One more drill,"Elijah spoke aloud to herself. "Then I'll head in and take a nice, warm shower."Elijah stopped the ball with her foot and jogged in place before bringing the side of her foot to connect with the ball. It started to fly, right toward her fellow seventh year Ascella.
"Scheisse! Henther, duck!"Elijah shouted as she tried to get the Slytherin to move.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 2:39 pm
Opening one eye at the sound of her name being called, Ascella saw a football coming towards her. With almost catlike reflexes she reached up and caught the ball. (Well, it was up from her point of view, but it was really at an angle to her position.)
With almost a frown, Ascella stood up, the football under her arm, her cloak draping halfway over it.
Alan would love this girl. I swear. That kid may be a genius, but he couldn't ever resist a good game. All the balls flying everywhere...
At the memory of a soccer, a football, and a basketball all hitting her in the head, she smiled. Alan was her little brother, and she loved him dearly. To bad she only got to see him during the summer, since he is seven years younger than Cella.
"This yours?" Were the only words coming out of her mouth. She tried to add a cold tone to her voice, but the charm of the girl made her smile. There was something about her, maybe the fact that she looked a little like her brother. Or maybe it was just the fact that she hadn't touched any sort of ball in over a month, and needed some exercise.
If I tell Raina that, she will drag me out to run every morning at five am. I'll just keep my mouth shut.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 9:39 pm
Her first break of the day found seventh year Slytherin, Morgan Dalca, out on the grounds, walking a familiar path. She headed round to the lake where she knew of several lovely spots for simply being. Not for doing homework or passing the latest gossip. Just for enjoying a bit of fresh air. Her destination this afternoon was a large European Ash tree just off shore of the lake. It wasn't the best tree on the grounds for climbing, but it offered a good view and challenge to obtain that view. She paused as she passed under the branches; a boy she didn't recognize was sitting on the rock she normally used as a booster to the branches. Shrugging it off, she looked for a secondary target. A quick search found her standing on a fairly flat, small (as far as boulders go) piece of rock. She surveyed the situation for a moment.
With a risky jump, Morgan grasped the bottom most branch of the tree and nimbly swung herself up onto it as one would do to a gymnastics bar. The branches were not as thick as some of the other trees, but experience had taught her this one was sturdy. There she sat with her back against the trunk, legs crossed at the ankle and resting out onto the branch she had just climbed. From an inner pocket of her cloak, she withdrew an envelope. Inside was a letter she had received earlier in the day by her brother's owl. Sorin wrote to her so often that it wasn't really a surprise, but still pleasant to have. After checking to make sure her skirt was concealing her modesty, she gently tore the top off the envelope and shuffled the letter out to begin reading.
Morgan enjoyed her letter silently, smiling here or there at what it contained. She finished it off and made a mental note to write back when she returned to the common room. Her attention was now held by a small scene on the ground. A girl had tossed an oddly shaped ball at Ascella. It looked about the same size as a Quaffle, but that certainly wasn't what it was.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:08 pm
Watching her fellow seventh year, Elijah rose an eyebrow. She caught the ball right out of the air? She didn't seem like the type of person to be interested in sports, much less Muggle sports. Maybe everybody at the school viewed Ascella Henther in a different light.
Too busy in her thoughts, Elijah almost didn't notice the Slytherin.
"Erm...yeah. It's mine, thanks. I'm sorry it almost hit you, I should've been watching where it was going, but I lost control of it," realizing that she was starting to rattle, Elijah stopped. She took the ball from Ascella and ran a hand over her neck.
"Again. I'm sorry."
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:08 pm
Ascella managed a small smile at the girl. She looked like an interesting character, though, If the girl didn't have a gryffindor patch on, she would have never suspected her to be a gryffindor. All in all, it wouldn't have surprised Ascella if the girl hadn't bothered to warn Ascella of the ball, then run off snickering. The thought of that gave Ascella a bit of a smile, glad that the feud between Slytherin students and Gryffindor students didn't corrupt all of her classmates.
At the sight of the girl raising her eyebrow, Ascella smiled. She knew that she didn't seem like a sporting girl, but she actually really liked playing sports. Her favorite had to be volleyball, jumping, spiking, serving, all an easy and mildly graceful way of getting exercise.
After a moment, she finally spoke, a pause as she tried to get her words correctly without sounding to prejudice.
"I have a younger brother." Ascella attempted to hide her embarrassment by running her left hand through her long corn silk hair. 'I should have gotten my hair cut before I came to school. These split ends are awful.'
Shaking her head, Ascella attempted to get back to where she was, the girl in front of her. 'Ellen, Elise, Elijah. That's her name..Right? Yah. She definitely doesn't look like an Ellen.'
"It's alright. No harm done. You can't have control of everything, at every time." Once again, Ascella attempted to manage another smile, but it was a meager one at best. 'I'm not good at this nice thing, unless it's a guy I'm talking to. Maybe I'll just become a prosti- No. Don't even.' Letting out a small laugh at her own thoughts, Ascella rubbed his fingers together, trying to be as kind as she could, attempting not to be the stereotypical Slytherin. Even though on the surface she tried to be a slytherin, she really didn't fill the shoes. The only reason she was chosen to become a slytherin was because she had always been an evil, maniacal, cold child. Yet, as she got older, she melted from the inside out. While the outside was as cold as ice, the inside was slowly melting the ice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 1:51 pm
Elijah grinned at her fellow seventh year and threw the ball up, catching it in the crook of her arm. It had taken her hours to learn how to do that after she saw her coach try it during the summer. After all the times she had failed, the preppy Muggle girls on her team had laughed at her. She had thrown the ball at one of them and used trip jinxes on the others.
The Ministry of Magic hadn't found out about it...yet.
"I'm an only child,"Elijah said."I just got into sports after seeing the Muggle kids in the village near by home run around with all types of balls. I joined in one day and fell in love."Feeling a blush rise on her face at her confession, Elijah turned toward the lake.
'I can't believe I told a Slytherin that!'she thought. Elijah never usually spilled all her secrets before. Sure, it didn't seem like such a big secret, but if she can't even say it to her Housemates, how could she tell it to a Slytherin?
"D'you wanna play?"Elijah asked. "That is,"Elijah gave a little tantalizing smirk,"you aren't too much of a Slytherin to play against a Gryffindor."Elijah placed the ball on her hip and smirked at her fellow seventh year.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 2:39 pm
With a small smile, Ascella looked at Elijah. The thought of playing soccer gave her a small smile, glad that she could do something.
"Well, The only reason I know is My father is obsessed with the sport, always watches it on TV, and my brother loves to play it. I'm not that good. I only know enough to be able to kick it really, really hard."
With a grin, Ascella took off her cloak, and threw it to the floor. She had the standard gray sweater on underneath, and black spanxes to keep her underwear from showing.
At her offer to play, Ascella grinned, and then frowned as she insulted her as a slytherin.
"Just because I'm a cold hearted, slytherin girl doesn't mean I don't want to. I'd love to, it'll give me something better to do. Rather than wallow in my own self pity."
Right then Ascella blushed ans slapped her hands over her mouth. She had let out more that she had wanted. Ascella, after a few moments, smiled and put her hands on her hips. After a moment, she realized that her hair would bother her, so she took one of the hairbands she kept around her wrists and put her hair up in a ponytail.
"I'd love to play." Even though it was such a simple sentence, there was a little coldness coming off her voice.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 5:15 pm
Elijah laughed and redid her hair to make the ponytail tighter. Her blue eyes shown with intense energy, maybe the Slytherin girl could get a good game out of her, something to make competing against someone worth something. At least no one would go beyond House rivalries if insults got out of hand.
Placing the ball on the ground, Elijah put her foot on top of it. Her ancient(but lucky)cleats tied firmly to her feet, barely allowing the appendage to breath. She held her hand out for Ascella to shake.
"How about...your goal is over there by the Ash tree,"Elijah pointed over to their left-ish general direction. "And mine is over there by the willow,"again, she pointed to their right-ish direction. "Evenly spaced apart and far enough apart that we can have some fun with it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 2:35 pm
With a smile, Ascella looked at Elijah, rolling up her sleeves so they weren't in the way. It had been a while since she had done any sort of rigerous physical activity. She spent an hour running around looking for her brother after he got lost in the woods. And that was right after school got out.
Shaking back to reality, Celles took a deep breath, wondering whether or not she could do a lot of running in her mary-janes. If she fell, it would be to bad, just another scar to add to the collection.
"That seems fair. You want to kick it off? Lets have some fun." And remember, I'm a slytherin, I fight dirty.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 1:12 pm
Seamus followed a small path in the direction of the lake, whistling to himself. He had only been down by the lake once, and it had been the beginning of last year. He touched the pocket of his robe, ensuring that his contraband was still safe inside. He was hoping to get a bit of peace and quiet to finish it. As he approached the lake, he saw a Gryffindor and some Slytherin playing ball.
How sweet, Now gag me why don't you?
He skirted around them, and kept on his way. Taking in his surroundings he noticed a pair of feet perched on the branch of a large tree. He tried to follow them up with his eyes, but the leaves hid the rest of the body from view. Curious. He slid over to the trunk of the tree and gave the closest foot a light tug.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 2:56 pm
After carefully refolding Sorin's letter, she placed it back into the pocket of her robes. With hands now free, Morgan shifted some of the smaller branches out of her way in hopes of getting a better understanding of what the two girls were playing. "Must be some droll Muggle sport..." Morgan knew just about every wizard game there was and this odd shaped ball still baffled her. Muggle studies never really interested her enough to bother taking Muggle History or reading up on them at all.
She blinked in confusion as the two below reached an agreement to play. Not only were they opposing houses, but Ascella seemed sickly. Deciding not to watch what was sure to be a train wreck, the red head let the branches fall back to their natural positions, giving her some cover from the ground. She got comfortable against the tree trunk and was just shutting her eyes to relax when there was a tugging at her foot. The shock of it almost had her toppling out of the tree. With much leaf crunching and twig snapping, Morgan regained her balance, but not before falling half way out of the tree. Now almost fully upside down, long hair practically brushing the ground, she came face to upside-down face with Seamus.
"Er... Hello..." she said, still shocked and now blushing at the embarrassing position she found herself in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 10:23 pm
Seamus lifted an eyebrow. "Hello yourself." Confused by her sudden, and unorthodox appearance from the tree, his brows knit as he took in the sight of her. She was always a proud seeming girl, and here she was, practically a** over teakettle, in a tree. Well, sort of in a tree. He gave a fleeting thought to giving her a push, to see what would happen. But he knew better. Pretending not to notice her blush, Seamus crooked the top half of her in one arm and lowered her to the ground. Once she was set right, he stood back and took in the lake, trying to give her enough time to regain herself. His eyes wandered back to the girls, who seemed to be in accord. What is with the world today? Soon cats and dogs will be playing in the streets, and the disgusting two-headed Gryff would be able to afford the surgery he/she so desperately needed.
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