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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:55 pm
Daniel smiled wider when Neal asked more about himself. He was shy to talk about himself in the way that Draco usually had. Always talking of his parents and his family, how loyal they were to Voldemort and what not. Slowly he put his iPod away to enjoy it at some other time before pocketing the other device as well.
"I'm a Muggle enthusiast. Everyone in my family was a Witch and Wizard, but myself and my Grandfather were the only ones who took an interest in Muggle tools and use." He stopped there to scratch at the side of his head with a single finger, a bit sheepishly as well. "My Grandfather really had no choice. I mean he had, but when World War II broke out he decided to fight against the German threat. The only one in the family to have replaced his wand with a Muggle weapon." He stopped again and walked to the window staring out into the distance for a little as he thought over what he had said, what he had heard from other family members including the grandfather he spoke of. Daniel Evans turned back to Neal with a small smile. "I love the Muggle world. But a part of me wants to do what my Grandfather did." He took out his wand and tossed it at Neal. "Toss aside all the Magical aspects of myself and my family and...be a part of something. Something more."
Daniel stared at Neal for a little while until he broke down in a soft chuckle, taking back his wand and putting it away. "I'm sorry if I came off as dramatic. I've had this talk with Jake once before and he and I agree that sometimes the use of Magical properties is a bit overrated."
Hmm...all this from a simple question. Who knew?
Oh, that's right: Jake.
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Jake Defi slunk downstairs a bit depressed.
Oh he was angry, just at himself. As soon as he had left the Gryffindor Common Room all of the realization had come crashing down on him and only then did he realize that he was in the wrong, not Daniel.
He had yelled in anger and, much to the delight of the Fat Lady in the Portrait, broken his hand on the wall when he punched it.
So now Jake was going back to his second home in Hogwarts, the infirmary.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 1:13 pm
Anna-Marie had been making her way back upstairs, thinking the whole way. She wasn't in a hurry, so she wasn't walking fast, nor was she really looking where she was going. Her feet knew the way, so she'd let them lead her. She wished she could have said something else to Jake before Neal had appeared, or at least had the opportunity to go after him.
It sucked that she had to help keep up his appearance, else she probably would have asked Neal to leave. Sure, the boy was nice, but there was also something about him that it appeared as if he was trying to hide. Who knew what that could be. Anyways, it appeared as if her feet knew what she was thinking, cause before long, she saw a familiar figure heading downstairs.
"Jake?" She said softly as she walked towards him. "Hey...are you alright?" She asked, concerned. He looked upset, and he had been holding one of his hands differently.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:09 pm
Neal listened, but it didn't really interest him. Muggle enthusiasts were all very much the same in his book. But he tried to keep up the appearance of listening. When there was a pause in the boy's monologue he nodded and smiled. So he wanted to give up magic? Good for him. Neal would never dream of it but to each his own. The sudden urge to pee made the kid scramble to think of an out.
"Sounds interesting Daniel, I've got to go but we can talk all about it later."
The oddity turned and walked rather quickly down the hall to the restroom. He stepped into one of the stalls and the sound of liquid hitting porcelain and a muted sigh of relief could be heard. Neal finished up then zipped his pants back up and tucked in his shirt. He was very careful in washing his hands and one glance at his face in the mirror made him pause. He had a bruise on his neck... how did that get there. It w about four cm wide and dark purple in color. Strange he hadn't noticed it before.
His mind drifted back to his talk with Anna... He should try to talk to her more. She was a very nice girl, very nice indeed. He remembered how soft her white hair looked and how she blushed, causing him to blush now standing over the sink in the bathroom.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:27 pm
Nevil smiled when Carina condoned the punching of her brother's face. He opened and closed his hand cringing a little. It hurt more then he thought it would to punch some one in the face. It was like punching a bony brick wall. But he did feel kind of good too. Kind of proud of himself for standing up and not taking the guy's crap any longer. Of course this kind of attitude would only get his a** kicked sooner but he was prepared for it. He decided that he would get his a** handed to him the minute he decided that Carina was the girl of his dreams. And she was.
Longbottom stopped in the middle of the empty, well empty of other students any way, green house, he eye's Carina. Admiring her curly soft hair and her soft fair skin. She really was beautiful and perfect and... Brilliant.
"But I mean, If you ever wanted to be open about... Us. Me punching him in the face will not help how your family precepts us. I do like how it makes me look like quite the... Bad a**? I'm not sure that's the right term."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 7:55 pm
Carina laughed softly at his statement. "Yes, I do believe that would be the term. However, you know as well as I do that it will be a good long while before anyone other than those closest to us know that we're dating. It'd be our death sentences, basically. I mean, yes, you're pureblood and all, but the fact that we're both actually on Harry's side would definitely send my family after us...." And with that, she leaned up against the table holding the snapdragons. Snapdragons were her favorite 'muggle' flower. She'd asked Professor Spout if she'd be allowed to grow them in the greenhouses. She was working on a spell to help make them more magical. Snapdragons that actually snapped and spit fire at those who were up to no good. .
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:22 pm
Nevil sighed when the girl spoke the truth. Yeah... it would probably be years before he could tell anyone that he was dating the prettiest girl at Hogwarts. Not that he needed to tell anyone... No he would be more then fine staying quiet as long as he needed to. It's not like he wasn't use to keeping his feelings locked up inside, keeping his mouth shut.
"I'm sorry. "
The dark haired slightly stocky boy with narrow set eyes and naturally pale skin frowned and leaned against the work table beside the slender beautiful perfect young woman. When ever he thought about how he looked beside the girl was just a figment of his imagination. She was so amazing, and he was no prince charming.
"I didn't mean to push it. It was rude of me."
The young man reached out to hold the thin fingers of the girl beside him. He held her hand gently like he did most everything with her. He was a truly gentle boy. Deep down he wanted to do no one any real harm, he just wanted to be around the plants and learn and be calm. That's one of the reasons Carina and he got along to well. She liked plants. It was hard to find a girl who really likes plants that much. Nevil looked over the girl's face and she looked a little sad or something, maybe tired. He wanted to cheer her up, to make her smile... But he didn't know how.
" Don't worry about it love. I know it's a bit depressing but I don't care if you never tell your folks about us. I don't need them to tell me it's all right to hold your hand. "
The young man leaned in and put his lips on her forehead leaving a little kiss. He rubbed her back softly and hugged her close.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 7:50 pm
Is anyone still here?? Because I'm baaaaack!!
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 1:32 pm
shauna_marie
Anna-Marie had been making her way back upstairs, thinking the whole way. She wasn't in a hurry, so she wasn't walking fast, nor was she really looking where she was going. Her feet knew the way, so she'd let them lead her. She wished she could have said something else to Jake before Neal had appeared, or at least had the opportunity to go after him.
It sucked that she had to help keep up his appearance, else she probably would have asked Neal to leave. Sure, the boy was nice, but there was also something about him that it appeared as if he was trying to hide. Who knew what that could be. Anyways, it appeared as if her feet knew what she was thinking, cause before long, she saw a familiar figure heading downstairs.
"Jake?" She said softly as she walked towards him. "Hey...are you alright?" She asked, concerned. He looked upset, and he had been holding one of his hands differently.
Almost a year...in 3 months, and I apologize))
Jake looked up slowly, turning his head so that just one of his eyes could be seen from how he was standing. His good hand was place against the wall, his forehead pressed against it, and his broken hand pressed against his stomach.
Just moments before he was headed for the Infirmary, but the adrenaline in anger towards himself doesn't last very long and the pain settled in quicker than he had hoped. Now his hand pulse with pain and he was trying to keep it warm in hopes of dulling the pain.
The voice had reached his ears but was muffled by the aching pain in his hand. His menacing look with that one eye was more than that. The look seemed to hold so much pain and anger in them that his words could have had the same effect as the Killing Curse.
But, of course, didn't.
Jake had thought that whoever was talking to him was someone else other than Daniel or Anna-Marie, but when he saw it was the latter, his gaze softened and he turned away. "I'm fine..." He answered quickly before pushing himself off the wall, keeping his hand against his gut and forcing a smile. "What're you doing here?" He grimaced a bit, the question coming out a little harsher than he had hoped.
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