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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 11:31 pm
Miriam Ravenwood
Barely shrugging miserably under the 6th year's hand, Miriam looked up at Dante with a hint of scrutiny, but mostly a pout. "No, Dante, I'm sorry. I'm not used to.. um.. anything."
She accepted his hand in standing up and looked down at her clothing with disapproval. The grass might as well have been a bog with how thoroughly soaked her uniform was now. "Um.. thank you." She added quietly, calming now after the hard fall. Thought Dante was a senior, he was only one person and his mild manner made it easier for Miriam to attempt normalcy.
"It really isn't so great, though. I can never get them to move. Haven't quite.. figured it out." The Revenclaw stopped herself from babbling before she'd begun and bent over to retrieve her case.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:11 am
Dante Wilson Helping up the girl he held his smile while she spoke, and while he checked her art supplies to make sure nothing was damaged in her fall. Everything seemed in good condition which was important when trying to do wizard paintings, especially if you wanted them to have any kind of movement. Dante had looked at all the portraits in Hogwarts and over the years he had learned to make a slight distinction between the ones with complex movement and the ones with only basic motor functions. "It takes practice which likely you were doing until I disturbed you. Give it time and as long as you put your best effort into it however it looks, and whatever movement it has, will be great." After standing up from inspecting the art supplies Dante took a moment and saw that that the girls uniform had gotten wet from the moist grass she had fallen into. With a chuckle the seventh year produced his Ash wand in his right hand and pointed it at the wet places on the girls uniform. He enacted the hot-air charm which would eventually dry out the girls attire, it was the least he could do for being the one who caused her to fall. "There we go, should be all dry now...you know I still don't know your name."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 5:39 pm
Miriam Ravenwood
Miriam bit her tongue at his encouraging talk, refraining from more self-criticism, and managed a small smile at his use of magic to dry her clothing. She inspected the dried wool of her sweater and skirt and nodded in approval at his application of the charm without causing any shrinkage in the fibers. "Thank you.. again."
She looked up at him, searching his eyes. He had followed her just to learn her name? "Miriam Ravenwood."
Brushing some broken grass off of her art case she hesitated, debating in her mind to stay or to go, and finally began walking to the castle again. She had no understanding for his interest in her painting, which were far from as good as he claimed, and her name.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:56 pm
Dante Wilson "Miriam, a pleasure...that's right your part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team," The sudden recall of the girl had produced a smile on Dante's face once again, those in the dueling club took note of the other athletic students for promising new members. Without really thinking about it Dante began walking with Miriam on her way back up to the school. Likely the next round of classes was going to start up soon and that meant he had Defense next. With that odd Professor Moody running things this year Dante knew better than to be late. However with someone like that doing the teaching it likely would help him with his aspiring career choices. Dante didn't want the walk to seem any more odd than it was already so he decided to strike up a conversation. He wanted to stay away from anything that might be awkward like more on the curious painting she was working on so he kept things to the most obvious choice of current chatter. "So what do you think of all this? The tournament and four champions I mean? Crazy times wouldn't you say?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:33 pm
Luca Vittorio Luca, always dressed in his usual splendor, a modern fitted suit along with a double breasted overcoat, considering the weather was slightly less than desirable, unlike being back home during this time of year. England was definitely not a temperate place for this particular Italian. Though, he did admire the school in every other aspect, considering the fact that it was an engineering marvel. Even considering the extensive magic used in it's creation and upkeep. For being a Final Year Slytherin, Luca was relatively mild tempered when put into comparison with Draco Malfoy, of whom he found extensively overbearing. The boy needed to truly learn his place.. But, he would get his soon enough. He was still too young to understand his place. Luca, on the other hand, felt he had a much firmer grasp on what it was to be a pureblood. His family had nearly equivalent pull to the Malfoy's although they saw no need to use it. They did their part and the rest did what they could. The effort was all that mattered to them..
The Slytherin was making his way back onto the grounds from a quick, unrequested trip to Hogsmeade. His dark, lavish suit matched his slicked hair in it's deep, almost color absorbing, blue-black hair. His deep Mediterranean skin was dark as well, from a full summer of enjoying himself. Luca was indeed a privileged child, although he did not put it across as most would. He was quiet, and collected. Always alert, and ready to strike, as the snake would. But would not waste venom on those that did not require it's bite. Passing by the lake, he noted Dante, his fellow House Rival. Being the quidditch player, Luca definitely knew his place in defense of those of his house. As well as being an offensive striker. He'd won an award his third year for having struck down more players with a bludger than previously recorded at the school. Quite the feat of aim, he thought smugly.
Disregarding that thought, he made his way over to Dante, opening his mouth with a rich baritone, the thick accent easily apparent, though his pronunciation, if not for practice, was impeccable. " Good day, Dante!" His voice was a little loud, but was most friendly, as he stretched out with a large hand in offering to the Gryffindor. " How was your dueling club? I heard you all made your way off a tad early. Getting tired already?" His smile was endearing, and in no way meant offense outside of a friendly jest. Looking over to the younger Ravenclaw, whom he hadn't noticed until he was already upon them, Luca smiled in acknowledgement, introducing himself "Luca Vittorio! Pleasure Miss." He bowed his head slightly. His eyes piercing forward in a penetrating gaze, almost looking through the girl for a moment, perhaps he recognized her. He wasn't sure. Then, his hazel eyes shifted, moving back to Dante in quiet anticipation.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 10:38 pm
Miriam Ravenwood
Miriam was impressed that he recalled her from the team, especially since she was only a back-up beater due to her dedication to more practical studies than beating a ball around with a club, but not so impressed to have thawed completely. Her slim hope that the trek back to the castle would have been comfortable silence was killed by Dante's mention of the tournament.
Almost immediately her face twisted into an expression of distaste as she could not help but associate it with that horrible woman, Reeta Skeeter, and the typical drama that had taken the school by storm with Harry Potter's entry... though she still couldn't figure how he had gotten his name into the cup. "I think it's a useless distraction." She said curtly, though she referred more to the schools visiting than the tournament itself. "Who can possibly get any studying done around here," Miriam said animatedly, the first sign of some passion since she'd been interrupted from her painting, "When there's so many new students to accommodate. Do you know how many of my classes are plagued by those daft, hormonal air-heads from Beaux-Batons?"
With an annoyed huff, she waved her arm to express her point at the small group that had followed Alain by the lake and nearly dropped her painting case again with the action. While she bundled it up closer to her, she saw the approach of a Slytherin and stiffened. There were few Slytherins in Hogwarts that she didn't find intolerable -- even compared to the rest of the school -- and she didn't recognize this one except by his striking looks compared to the fair-skinned and fair-haired average of British students.
He was loud, and brazen, and she squinted at him in the mid-morning light. Such a vibrant personality was even more difficult to handle appropriately than Dante's insufferable friendliness. "Miriam!" She said, exasperated, and continued to trek forward up the hill despite the intense, and slightly intimidating, stare she'd gotten from the older boy. The Ravenclaw failed to note that this time her introduction hadn't been asked for.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:51 am
Dante Wilson Dante could not suppress a chuckle at the Ravenclaws talk of study over a historical event. If nothing else she was a model for others of the blue and bronze feathered house. He listened to the girl speak about the French students, most of the girls, with very few…actually maybe just one from what he noted of Alain…either way they did seem to be a distraction for many. The sight of the Weasly boy bouncing his head as some of them walked by was more than enough of an example. The Durmstrang boys seemed to fit in fairly well despite their much more…aggressive approach to magic. “Well if nothing else it’s a good cultural learning experience. Always something to be gained from difficult situations, but I’ll admit the halls have been harder to get through these past months.” At the sound of a low accented voice Dante looked up to see the all too likely owner. The nice suit in contrast to the normal school uniform was never looked down upon as a step up in dress. Few students took the time to dress up any more than need be for school and those that did were usually Slytherin, likely from an upbringing of pure-blood thinking and wealth. Despite being of the green and silver Luca was among the more tolerable from the house of serpents. He still held himself with an air of sophistication but either did well at hiding any disdain he felt for others “lesser” than himself or he may have actually had no disdain at all. Being famous for deception it was always a test to see which the truth was and which was the guise. Luca at least made for sporting conversation without the fear of coming to a duel just because of house differences. “Luca! Everyone was doing so well I thought it nice to let them enjoy this great weather for a bit. Once it gets colder people will wish to venture outside less and less.” Seeing Miriam not stop during the conversation Dante only fell behind a step at the introduction. Likely Luca would be more than inclined to follow them on the way to the castle, considering they all would eventually be heading that way. The Gryffindor boy did note Miriam’s slightly abrasive look towards the Italian snake but then there were not many who wouldn’t. Luca was not the normal Slytherin even though he did look like it. “So Luca, what do you think about the tournament?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 12:06 pm
Luca Vittorio And with that, the Ravenclaw girl merely stated her name, and left.. Interesting. They were of course all noted to be slightly less social, and developed what seemed to be an inane obsession with books and history alike. Fascinating as they were, Luca felt that the required more socialization.Nevertheless, she was on her way. What he had not expected was Dante following suit almost immediately. Was he interested in the book worm? That would be most interesting indeed. Dante, a Gryffindor did not seem the type to want something like that out of someone. Although, it did make sense to some degree. You could never truly expect what one would want in their lives. Funny thing that.
Much as to be expected, Luca followed suit, making a few long strides to catch up with Dante, and keeping pace. He had a powerful stature, both tall and lean, but with broad shoulders and barrel chest. He was quite imposing had it not been for his welcoming demeanor. The Slytherin caught up quickly, acknowledging Dante's request about the tournament. Thinking but for a moment about the effects it had had on the school and inhabitants alike, Luca responded. "I find it fascinating, to be entirely honest. Quite fun to see the different schools coming together once more. I enjoy the association. Although some seem less inclined to be social with us. I find that more interesting." Luca paused, choosing his words carefully, hoping to mean no offense to anyone in particular. "They come all this way, and stay in their boat? Seems uncouth to me. Nevertheless, it will be most interesting to see what progresses."
Luca was attempting to take a merely platonic view of exactly what was going to happen. The tournament seemed a little over the top, though he did enjoy the additions that the two schools brought to the curriculum. Such different teaching styles they all had, and therefore they all knew such different things. Then, realizing he had forgotten to beckon a response, Luca smiled broadly, his piercing gaze peering over to Dante quickly. "How about yourself? What do you think of all this? I'm surprised that you yourself were not chosen to participate. That of course with all your knowledge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, you are quite the prodigious mention." He smiled again, gleaming white teeth bearing through his well kept and structured facial features. He was being sincere, and although he was a prodigious Quidditch player, already being scouted by quite a few well noted teams, his scores on the O.W.L.s were deplorable. He was never to be an auror, that is for certain.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 5:43 pm
Dante Wilson Hearing the Slytherin students talk about his own participation in the Tri-wizard tournament did have the Gryffindor thinking for a moment. Could he have been a good champion for Hogwarts alongside the fabled boy-who-lived? Likely not even given Cedric's great background there was little in comparison to all the stories that ran about the boy with the lightning scar, and his two friends. Together they were likely greater than any seventh year which was likely their strength, and that was one thing Dante was a bit lacking in unfortunately. Oh he had a few good mates around the school, even Luca could be counted in that group every now and then. In short though Dante did not have anyone who might fit the standard of best friend which had never really bother the boy. The two closest friends he had were fellow seventh years, one a Ravenclaw and the other a fellow Gryffindor, both girls but there had never really been anything between any of them that went more than friends. He knew his time in Hogwarts was truly only a fraction of his life and he would have more time to make such friends but it would have been nice to have one during his seven years. "Honestly I'm not sure I would stack up to Potter. Sure Cedric has the experience but even that doesn't overshadow who the fourth champion actually is. The only one who is close to that kind of publicity is Krum and he's just good at Quidditch," Dante laughed and patted the air before any retort could be made, "Alright he's really good at Quidditch but I'm guessing Potter could be too if he wanted. Anyways I'm more than happy to watch and look towards my own personal goals."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:53 pm
Miriam Ravenwood
"Honestly." Miriam scoffs, her pale eyes glaring at the two older students brightly in comparison to her dark skin, and then stops with one hand at her hip and letting the other fall to her side with a (now) firm grip on the handle of her art case.
"You would think that senior students would have something better to do than faun over the same four teenagers the rest of the bloody school are already chasing." Exasperated, feeling crowded (despite the large, open field) by the older students, and annoyed at the loss of her quiet afternoon, she's surprised she finds the breath for her outburst. "You'd think they all have golden snitches between their legs the way everyone is obsessed with them!" the Ravenclaw says with a bite, then blushes deeply and turns away, marching ever more quickly up the hill.
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