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 Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 10:19 am
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Third Year | | Thirteen | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood | | Reserve Seeker
Looking over at Iñigo, Lexine smiled and looked around a minute before popping up. "If it were up to me, I would turn it into a mini-library. the entire room would just be covered with bookshelves filled to the brim with books!" Lexine chuckled, looking around. "I know it's like, stereotypical of a Ravenclaw to be obsessed with books, but I truly can't help it," Lexine shrugged, looking down at her feet. "Either way, it's my parents house and I don't really have much of a say, now do I? Plus, they claim that the basement is basically a library anyway." She said, sighing gently. In Lexine's mind, that wasn't even close to it, but no matter if she said anything or not, her parents wouldn't turn it into a library, after all Lexine would be the only using it. Why would they make it into something that no one but she would use?
Lexine switched her position on the bed just as her head started pounding. Sitting on her stomach was never something she could do, it seemed. Just then, Iñigo started claiming she did have a lively side; she couldn't help but snort quietly at that. Lexine wasn't exactly the liveliest person alive, however she held her tongue until he was done. "Yeah, I'd really like if that 'lively' side you're talking about would come out more often. I may end up being a relatively interesting person, but I wouldn't use 'lively' to describe me." She held up a hand before Iñigo could say anything about what she'd just said, "Don't take that as me degrading myself. I just know I'm really not that energetic that often," She let her hand fall to her side, then rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling. "I'm not trying, sometimes it just tends to happen." She shrugged.
Then, Iñigo paused as Lexine asked him about his summer. Seems I was wrong... She thought as he looked up at her, seeming to find his answer. "Your father doesn't take you with him on those trips? That sucks... Well, guess I don't feel that bad for not doing anything then." She laughed, picking at her comforter again. Iñigo then looked up into her eyes and asked what she'd done. Quickly Lexine averted her eyes from his and onto the floor; it was just strange to actually look someone in the eyes...she didn't understand how others did it. "It's been rather boring; just did a lot of reading and wondering around the house trying to figure out something to do." Lexine shrugged and looked back up at Iñigo, still avoiding his eyes, however.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 11:57 am
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Year ~~~~~~~~~~~Seer "The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time..." He listened to the girl closely, wondering why she was so gloomy sometimes. She never gave herself credit, as if she was her own worst enemy...which was the exact same problem he had sometimes...except his situation was a little different, because his were almost involuntary. His memories and visions were impossible to stop, which has been his problem for very many years. But maybe she couldn't stop either? He wondered about that, but he never inquired about it...and he didn't plan to either. She then started to talk about how interesting she was...or at least, lack thereof. He thought she was rather interesting, but he bit his tongue because she seemed to not be accepting anything at the moment, which annoyed him at times, but he was never angered by it. He found Lexine to be far too great to be mad at. She has helped him in many ways; so the least he owed her was not to be angry with her. At least...that's how he saw it.
"Hey, I didn't say how much it comes out. I just said you can be sometimes," he said to her jokingly, laughing a bit. "And I know you aren't trying Lexine," he said to her, looking at her, but she was still avoiding eye contact, which he found weird, because his father had taught him that eye contact meant the person was listening well. Now, he truly had no idea if she was listening, but he guessed that she was. Because she instantly took notice to when he started to talk about his summer and how he had done absolutely nothing. She instantly asked about his father, whom Iñigo hadn't seen much of during the summer.
"No, they are business trips; so there really is no point of me going," he said to her, shrugging his shoulders. He really didn't care too much. His father and him loved each other, but truthfully, there has been a rift between the two ever since his mother died. And his father acts like he tries to do things for Iñigo but truthfully, that was wrong. "And that sounds...lively," he said to her sarcastically, a smirk on his face as he looked at her. He started to laugh a bit, but quickly controlled himself. "I've wandered around the house, but it was more me discovering what rooms I haven't been in yet," he said to her, shaking his head. He hated that castle. "and you can't see it if you refuse to face the possibility."
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:18 am
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Third Year | | Thirteen | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood | | Reserve Seeker
She shrugged. Lexine had never really seen herself as a very 'lively' person. Lively people seemed to always be happy, they were loud, they were usually lovely people. Lexine just wasn't that, whatsoever. She was rather reserved, and anxious, usually one of those people who stood in the background; those who don't usually like the centre of attention. Of course, she didn't mind that entirely. She got rather anxious when all eyes were on her, and she would most likely freeze up or cry if that were the case. She decided not to continue on with the topic, and let Iñigo's comments passed her up. No need to dwell on something they were just going to end up fighting about.
"Well, can't you still go? I mean, I suppose we're not exactly the age to walk about in a foreign town or city that we could barely navigate, and your father may not want you to walk about in a place like that anyway, but still...I suppose that's something for when you're a bit older, though..." She reasoned, looking down a bit and thinking. "Now that I think about that, it probably wouldn't be all that smart of an idea, now would it?" Lexine chuckled at her thought, but looked back up at Iñigo. She then made a face when he claimed her summer was 'lively', but let it slide as she smiled gently and laughed a bit. "Hey, finding new rooms is nice. I can't exactly do that here..." Lexine sighed, motioning around her. "But hey, I got a lot of reading done, at least." She shrugged gently and smiled a bit, proud of herself. She had gotten more reading done in less time than last year, which made her rather happy, as strange as that was.
Lexine thought a bit, trying to think of something more to talk about, before she finally settled on something. "What elective classes are you going to take?" She asked, a sparkle in her eye. As much as she may deny it, or as strange as it may seem, Lexine really liked school; especially considering her school was Hogwarts. She usually found herself messing about in the library -- tons of books to read, all at her disposal! -- and actually liking homework assignments most of the time. It was a different experience than what she may get conventionally in the muggle world (of course, she was always going to get this education, after all she was a witch), and she was absolutely overjoyed by this fact. Of course, she knew that Iñigo didn't exactly have the same views on school as she, however she was interested in what electives he had chosen to take this year.
Summertime x ooc :: sorry it took so long, I just moved to a new house ><
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 1:23 am
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Year ~~~~~~~~~~~Seer "The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time..." He watched as she shrugged, feeling as if she wasn't accepting it...in fact...he was almost one-hundred percent sure. She always seemed to put herself down more than put herself up. Maybe it was just her nature, but then again, Iñigo every now and again did the same thing; so he really had no room to judge her for it. He did secretly wish she would give herself some credit however, because she sure never did that. But instead of getting into some kind of argument about it, he let it go...because the last thing he wanted to do was get into an argument with the girl he cared most for. At least, not about something as small as this. He was sure somewhere in her was some form of liveliness. He's seen some glimpses of it, but very little. But he still did...which is what he had told her before.
"We tried that one time...it was Milan, Italy. And I was left to explore with my mother. And well...since my mom has past, my father has never really taken me again. No one to watch me. I'm only thirteen...at least...not old enough to be free roaming the streets of Paris, London, Belgium, and wherever else he does his business. I truly do not know where he does the work, but I just get left home with the butler," he said, connecting it back to his mother again. He seemed to do that quite a bit lately, but it seemed that everything bad that happened to him ever had something to do with the death of his mom before her time. He listened to her intently...a blank expression on his face...as if he had just seen a ghost...or remembered one.
"Yeah, I guess finding new rooms is okay, but I can't handle having to walk five minutes just to get an orange or to use the bathroom. I hate it because I can never find the kitchen or the bathroom," he said to her, the blank expression on his face leaving as she started to smile, replaced by a more pleasant demeanor. He also figured that he shouldn't go around her looking as if he wasn't having a good time, because he truly was. For being through not even the first 1-2 hours, he enjoyed this day more than any other summer days that he previously indulged in.
"...I truly don't remember all of them, but I do know that I am taking Cursebreaking and Divination, which I definitely needed to take. What are you taking? Maybe hearing them will help me remember," he asked and declared simultaneously. "I actually can't wait to get back though. I can't wait to get back to the pitch," he added, a smile on his face. "Oh yeah, speaking of Quidditch, nice job holding off Hufflepuffs Seeker. I never got to say it because I had to get back to the common room and do some things in my room," he said to her, telling her truthfully. "I'll say this though. I may or may not have been worrying about you the whole time," he said to her jokingly. "and you can't see it if you refuse to face the possibility." (OOC: It's okay! I've made you wait too . You don't have to say your sorry either.)
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 10:51 am
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Third Year | | Thirteen | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood | | Reserve Seeker
Lexine listened as Iñigo talked of the last time he went on a trip with his father. His mother had taken him out. Lexine took a long breath in and frowned a bit. She hadn't meant to make him upset, and she realised at once that he was, as his face bore a blank expression, and his skin lost all colour; he was as white as a ghost. She bit her lip and tried to hold back her thoughts, but couldn't help it. "I understand, I suppose... Maybe in a few years you'd be able to walk on the streets of those great cities..." Lexine looked down at her lap and smiled a bit. "I've always wanted to travel..." She said, her voice growing dreamy with each syllable, and her eyes seeming to become very far away from her room. She had always been one that would love to explore the world, but she never had the chance. The most 'exploring' she'd ever done was going to town one day with her father, and even then her parents weren't happy with it. She knew her parents would never understand her love of exploration, as they were content where they were. Lexine wasn't, however. She liked the rush of the cities, and the fast-paced life that people led in other places. Of course, she loved Scotland, but she didn't like just sitting still; staying in one place for so long. It wasn't easy for her to settle down.
"Why not bring a bag with you with food in it next time?" She asked, tilting her head. "Or make up a trail back to each one from where you are?" She laughed. "Like Hansel and Gretel!"
When Iñigo asked about her elective classes, she got up from her bed and walked over to her desk, picking up a piece of paper. "Advanced Flying II, Alchemy, Ancient Studies, Art, Muggle Art, Cooking with Magic, Cursebreaking, Study of Ancient Runes, Wandless Magic, and Wandlore Studies." Lexine read off, one by one, then looked up at Iñigo. "I took a lot of electives...but I don't really know what I'm going to do, so I just thought why not take all the ones I think are interesting, and drop the ones I don't want the next year?" She plopped back down on her bed, paper still in hand, she scooted over back to her original place. She smiled when Iñigo said he couldn't wait to get back on the pitch.
He then praised her a bit for holding of Hufflepuff's Seeker in the last quidditch game. Lexine smiled gently, but at the same time it was a bit sad-like. "Thanks, but I do really wish I just could've caught that snitch. After all, I'm only a reserve...it just would've been so cool to be a reserve and catch the snitch! Win the game for Ravenclaw..." She sighed once again, and looked down at her lap. "First game I played, as well as the only game I'll probably play until next year...right? Isn't Shayna a Seventh year this year? Or am I confused?" Lexine thought, racking her memory. She couldn't exactly remember what year Shayna was, but she knew that she wouldn't be playing many -- if any -- games until Shayna was graduated. Of course, unless someone else came along older than her looking to be a seeker. Lexine was a bit upset by the fact that something like that could happen, but pushed it aside. If it did, at least she had played one game, right? Iñigo then admitted that he had apparently been worrying about her the whole game. Lexine blushed a bit, but just enough that it was barely noticeable. "Oh, and thanks for deflecting that bludger nearing the end of the game. Never been hit by one, hoping that I don't..." She smiled, chuckling a bit. "I just feel bad, because I couldn't catch the snitch and I felt like everyone was just wishing that Shayna was there, and instead it was just me...a reserve seeker with very little experience.." She flopped back onto her bed and covered her eyes with her hands, letting out a long sigh. "I just hope that the next time I get to play -- whenever that turns out to be -- I'll actually be good..."
Summertime x ooc :: i just feel bad whenever i make people wait so long
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 1:00 am
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Year ~~~~~~~~~~~Seer "The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time..." Iñigo sat there quietly, finally diverting his gaze from her to the surroudings. He looked over the room quietly, as if trying to find something. He truly wasn't however...it was just him looking over everything with great focus. He wanted to know truly what the girl liked, because an easy way to tell what people liked was by whatever lay in their room...because who would keep something that they didn't like in their room. And he kept his search on...that is, until his focus was broken by the girl's voice once again. Her voice had been a little more calming this time, probably because another memory had just been brought up. He was a little upset about it, but not nearly as much as he would be if he were alone. If that subject came up while he was alone it would probably eat away at him, but since his focus was on her, it was not nearly as upsetting.
"Maybe when we are both old enough you can come along as well. My father is always visiting those great cities. And you know, it is better to experience them with someone," he added, a small smile growing on his face as he noticed her eyes begin to lose a little focus and move into a deep gaze. He had no idea what she was looking at and when he went to look back at what she was, he noticed it was a wall and instantly realized she was daydreaming...probably about the great cities that they were talking about at the moment. He had done so very many times, but now that he's experienced a few, they started to really lose their effect to him. But soon enough, the daydreamer started to slowly come back from her brief hiatus and started joking about methods to get around the house.
"I've tried it. Everytime I leave things to get back to my room or to the bathroom even, the maid picks it up...almost immediately. And I'm not going to tell her not to pick them, because you know...I might be going out on a limb here, but I think that just might be her job," he said, laughing a bit before shaking his head. He wished he could just live in a small house, but that was a desire he may never get to realize...because he doubted his father would even let him stay in a small house when he was older...not that his father had a choice on where Iñigo lived when he was over eighteen, but he did have a say in how much money he would loan him to start out his life with.
He started thinking about that as she started reciting her electives, which not only caught his attention again, but totally made him forget about what he was thinking about previously. She probably didn't mean to do that, but it was funny that he just couldn't remember what he was thinking about two seconds ago, but always remembered events that happened seven or eight years ago. "Ah...I do remember when my family vacationed in Paris when my mum was around. We got to go to the Louvre...bunch of Muggle Art. I mean, there were paintings in there that I think a three year old could draw. I never really understood muggle art much. Sorry...I heard you said Muggle Art was one. Just something that I thought of. Might be rambling on about my adventures a little too much," he said to her, hoping he wasn't. He, just like her, could ramble at times. He never seemed to catch himself ever though. He usually needed for someone to say he was rambling before he stopped.
As time passed, they got onto the subject of Quidditch...which he found the most enjoying about Hogwarts. He didn't think he was a prodigy, but he had been on the starting team since his first year and hoped to make it again as a third year. He didn't have nearly as good of a year his second year as he did his first. But then again, he may have done well because it was his breakout season...where no one expects you to do well, but you show them up. Maybe he just caught everyone off guard, but he knocked out a few people and blocked a lot during his first year. He had been practicing though and knew that he had to work even harder to get better.
"Hey, you fought your hardest and we did end up getting the win because Gypsy scored. Very low score though...ten to zero. But I think you held your own. Just capitalize on the opportunity next time you get it," he said to her, feeling as if he was starting to sound like his father when speaking about life in general. He really didn't mean to sound like that, but it was true. "And yes...Shayna is a seventh year this year. I hope she can get a Quidditch cup win this year too... I mean, I also really want to win one too, but honestly, our team is young and we all have a little while left...unlike her," he said to Lexine, shrugging his shoulders and then looking back at her. Ever since she broke eye contact with him, he had really just been looking around the room. "You don't have to say thanks for that. It is my job isn't it. And trust me, once you get used to them, its not that bad..." he said, pausing for second before starting again. "No, I'm lying...it hurts, but I always try to be a man about it." He just kept listening to her until she was done, sensing a little bit of self doubt in her again. "Just be confident and you'll be fine." "and you can't see it if you refuse to face the possibility."
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 7:21 am
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Third Year | | Thirteen | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood | | Reserve Seeker
Lexine noticed as Iñigo searched around the room, however she just looked over it. She didn't have a lot of things in her room other than a few books here and there, as well as a vase of flowers on her dresser. She wasn't quite sure was Iñigo was looking for, but she didn't ask. She just continued on with her thought.
Iñigo smiled as he said they could go along with his father when they were old enough. Lexine smiled, but her eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe, but I don't know if your dad would be okay with that...or if my parents would be..." Lexine thought, "But hey, it would be nice to go to some big city with you," she smiled. Lexine could tell that Iñigo didn't really seem as excited as she was, but she understood. Iñigo had already experienced some of the big cities out there, and their pizzaz must have worn off by now.
Lexine rolled her eyes and smiled gently. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, you and your rich people problems," she joked.
Lexine listened closely as Iñigo talked of a muggle art museum in Paris. She laughed a bit when Iñigo said the art could've been drawn by a three year old. "Yeah, some muggle art doesn't make too much sense... I suppose I'll learn more about it in the class though, right? I just think their art is interesting, and it'd be pretty cool to learn about it." Lexine smiled. "And it's okay, I don't mind at all. It seems you had a lot of fun with your family when your mum was around..." Lexine added on quietly, hoping not to stir any sadness in Iñigo for saying that. It seemed that when his mother was around his family was very close-knit. More so than they seemed to be now. He always seemed to happy when he talked about her as well. She didn't know what it was, but she liked it. That small sparkle in his eye when he talked about her. He must still really miss her... Lexine thought to herself, looking over his face, still avoiding his eyes. I can't image what it's like not having one of your parents...let alone living their death over and over again... Lexine shuttered softly at that thought, but made no effort to explain why, even though she knew Iñigo would wonder.
Iñigo continued to praise Lexine on her efforts in the game. He was right, Ravenclaw had won -- not by much, but it was the first game Ravenclaw had won all year. Whether they won or lost that game, they weren't even going to be in the running for the House Cup. "I did pretty good for my first actual game, as well against a seeker two years older than me, and with more experience that I have." Lexine reasoned, thinking back on the game. "But still, it would've been so, so rewarding to catch the snitch in my first game; to show the other seeker that I was actually pretty good... I know she didn't like having me on that field. I mean, I was actually getting really close to the snitch! I almost caught it, but it slipped out of my fingers... I just...I just wanted to show everyone that just because I'm inexperienced, that doesn't mean I'm worthless..." She sighed gently. Then looked back up at Iñigo. He claimed that once you 'get used to it', getting hit by a bludger wasn't really all that bad. She looked at him with a funny look, and he corrected himself. "I've seen some of the hits people take, and most of them look pretty painful. I mean, getting hit by a ball made of metal that is hit exceptionally hard right towards you? I don't care how many times you get hit, it has to always be painful." Lexine laughed. "And I'm not taking back that thank you. It would've sucked to get hit by a bludger on my first game. I mean, it'll happen eventually, I just didn't want it to happen then. I almost didn't notice it, of course...it's hard to pay attention to what's going on around you other than the other seeker and that little golden ball..." She smiled. Being a seeker was much harder than she had thought it was going to be, especially when in the heat of a game; of course that just made it more fun. "I just hope I get on the team again this year...as well as next year..." Lexine said, looking over at Iñigo. "And I do hope that Ravenclaw wins the Cup this year. I mean, getting the Cup in your last year? I hope we win it. We still have time, but this is her final year. She's a great seeker, and she deserves it. However, that's not always how it works out now, is it..." She sighed. Then, she looked over at Iñigo when he told her to be confident. Did he not know her by now? Lexine didn't exactly have the highest confidence level, so why did he expect her to have one then? "I'll try." She said simply. What else was she to say? She was indeed going to try, but it wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world to do.
Summertime x ooc :: I went a little out of order with the quidditch talk ><
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 12:09 am
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Year ~~~~~~~~~~~Seer "The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time..." He daydreamed as they talked about traveling, dreaming of places a little bit smaller than what Lexine was. He didn't want to go to Paris, Dublin, London, Barcelona, or any of those. He was always one who wanted to go to the smaller places, like the Canary Islands, the Galapagos Islands, or even the Amazon Rainforest. He has for awhile now, been obsessed with nature and living among it. He believed it to have something to do with the lavish lifestyle he had, but didn't desire. He hated it and he found living amongst the nature...with nothing but oneself...supplies...and a tent, quite enjoyable because of it. He didn't have all the fancy paintings to look at...all the service workers around the house...or anything else for that matter. It wasn't until she had said that it would be nice to go to the big city with him that he was pulled from his trance.
"When I grow older though, I want to experience the littler places, like the Canary Islands. When I'm older I hope to spend a few weeks there camping on the beach. In the least inhabited place of course. I find that I feel relaxed in those types of conditions," he said to her, laughing a bit, sharing one of his life aspirations with her. He had no problem doing so either. He loved traveling and it was nice to be talking to another person who loved to do it as well. A lot of the kid's nowadays only worried about what they were doing as an occupation after school was done, but all he worried about was where he was going to go first.
"You'd be surprised how much I wish I could say I wasn't rich. It is extremely annoying. All those boring parties you have to go to, with these suits that are so uncomfortable that you just want to go home and go to sleep. It is truly annoying and believe it or not...I have a much better time just sitting here...talking to you," he said quickly, matching her laugh and even stopping when she stopped. Despite how much people did not believe him, it was true. He would trade his lavish lifestyle for quite less.
They got off the subject quickly and moved to Muggle Art, which he was still laughing about. He couldn't believe what some of them did was called art. He truly didn't get half of them. It took the tour guide a few tries to explain it to him, despite how intelligent he actually was. Just because he had no idea where they were going with it. Red apparently means the anger that burns within the soul and the lines mean so and so and the random circle next to the line means something else, when in truth, the painter probably said I wonder how stupid a painting has to be before they dismiss it as elementary school work at best. It seemed that many painters had gotten away with some of that type of work too. All he could do was laugh, that is, until Lexine decided to say something about his mother, which instantly caused the laugh to damper. His mother had been such a touchy subject that he was surprised she said anything about it. He was okay with it though. He wasn't the least bit sad about it, but it did catch him off guard. "Yes, I did have a lot of fun with them more when my mother was around. She always had this ability to bring people closer together, no matter who it was. I swear she casted a spell to do it," he said to her, a small smile on his face. He was okay with positive thoughts about his mother, but it made him miss her even more than he did. He missed her almost too much. At first glimpse, it would seem that she died within the last few months. That's how much he missed her. But they quickly changed the subject before anything else could be said in regards to that.
As they talked about Quidditch, he kept a smile on his face. He loved the Sport and hoped he was good at it. He never was really judged on his performance though. He was more of trial by fire thrown into the role of beater, which he truly didn't mind. He sort of related that with Lexine. "Hey, just like how I was, you were thrown into the role. Trial by fire...you never played a game before. You had no idea what to expect yet you still came millimeters away from winning at all. Not too mention, you have to catch a little agile ball thing that I can never see. I have yet to see that thing. So you would definitely beat me," he said to her, laughing a bit. He was terrible at seeker. He could already tell just by the fact that he flies around everywhere and in two years of Quidditch has never even caught a glimpse of the golden ball. "And they do hurt but you learn to get used to it. Heck, I played through a fractured strong side arm and still managed to get two blocks and almost knock someone out. Played the game of my life. You just always run on pure adrenaline so your not really thinking about it. After the game has ended you really feel it. I thought I was going to have to cut off my arm," he admitted to her, not really being the strongest assurer, but he was being truthful. He hated to tell her it, but if she wanted to be seeker, she was going to have to get used to being hit because he was not going to be able to get there every single time unfortunately. He knew that he was going to miss every now and again, but hopefully that will be once in awhile. He may not be able to live with himself if Lexine were to get hurt though.
"Huh...now that I think about it...maybe I should break my arm more often," he said to her, laughing. "and you can't see it if you refuse to face the possibility." (OOC: Sorry if this is a bad post. My original post got erased -_-)
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 10:41 am
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Third Year | | Thirteen | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood | | Reserve Seeker
Lexine smiled as Iñigo spoke of wanting to camp on the beaches of the Canary Islands. She noticed that he seemed to absolutely adore camping, as he spoke of it rather often, and considering the fact he wanted to camp...pretty much everywhere. "I can imagine it'd be nice to camp, especially on the beach." Lexine said, putting in the only bit of conversation she really could while talking about camping. The first time she was ever going to came was in a few weeks when Iñigo took her to Spain.
Iñigo said he wished he wasn't rich. Boring parties, uncomfortable suits. She smiled gently when Iñigo said he liked sitting with her and talking more than any of those 'rich people things'. She couldn't quite understand, sometimes her parents struggled to get money for the family, and they were barely ever able to do anything anyway. The two of them were in two totally different situations; it sometimes made her wonder how the two became friends. She chuckled a bit at the memory of Iñigo walking up to her about two years ago now in the Ravenclaw common room. Who would've thought the two would become rather close friends? She was of course happy about that, though...but she still sometimes wondered how it happened, after all they could've gone years without acknowledging one another...however they didn't. She wondered, but didn't regret actually talking to him when he spoke to her that first day. After all, her life was totally different than if she had never met him; she wouldn't have had any close friends, after all. Sure, she had Alice and Jasper, but it was rather hard trying to keep in contact with those that are in separate houses. She looked up at Iñigo and smiled, silently thanking him. Of course, he didn't understand why, and maybe never would...
Lexine instantly regretted saying anything, as Iñigo's eyes had a far-away, glassy look to them as he talked about his mother. There was still a small smile set on his face, however Lexine could see the sadness behind it. She left the subject alone after that, worried she may make him angry with her.
"Sure, but you know that everyone was just wishing Shayna was there. They may have not said it, but they were all thinking it. Hell, they may have said it behind my back." She sighed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to her chest. She then giggled at the fact that Iñigo had apparently never seen the snitch. "Really? You've never seen the snitch? Well, I suppose you are keeping your eyes on other things, you're supposed to be the one keeping an eye on the bludgers, as well as everyone on the team," She smiled. "I suppose if you signed up for Advanced Flying you'll get to see just how bad you are at Seeker, though. And I'll find out just how weak my arms are as a Beater." Lexine laughed. She heard from squabble in the common room that, in Advanced Flying II, everyone had to try to play every part of the team. She knew her worst game would be when she played as Beater; her arms were rather weak, and it wasn't like she ever built up much muscle. That was one of the bigger reasons why she decided on being a Seeker, plus she was rather tiny... "I would think it would be rather difficult. I mean, I suppose that you are running on adrenaline and that would dull the pain, but you can still feel a bit of pain from it, and it's gotta be exceedingly painful afterward. I suppose I'll have bludgers flying at me from every angle though, won't I?" She sighed, laughing nervously. She had watched a few professional games before, as well as most of Ravenclaw's games, and it seemed that everyone almost always went for the Seeker. Of course, if you hit the Seeker hurt your Seeker has more of a chance to grab the snitch. She sighed. "Well, I better start getting ready to get pounded once I'm actually on the field." She laughed. Then Iñigo joked about breaking his arm more often, Lexine just shook her head, smiling.
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