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 Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:55 pm
Marc was leaning over his book, flipping pages. He wasn't really reading. He had just gotten back to the common room. Von, she was really something. She could brighten his day even when he was depressed. He sighed and pushed his book away from himself and pulled his sketch book out. He sketched her. Leaning against the banner. She was so pretty...and he couldn't capture it in his art.
He sighed and pushed away the half finished drawing and walked over to plop onto a couch and stare at the broad ceiling. He needed to get a hobby...
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 6:54 pm
It was really a strange feeling, being at Hogwarts. All she had ever really known was her life with her mother and father, she had never really has anyone else around, much less any her own age, but Hogwarts was full of them. There were so many names to remember, and so many faces, and then just going from class to class on her own, having to remember to do things herself, it was strange. Classes had set times, and a set curriculum, and everything was taught from books, it was all so new.
Moa sighed, pulling her shorts down again before fixing her skirt over them as comfortably as she could. Even the uniforms were strange. She only ever had to wear something uncomfortable when she was going out, or someone was coming in, but now she had to wear these clothes for everything. Moa stretched out her legs and wiggled her rainbow clad feet, thankful no one else was on this particular couch, before sighing once more.
There wasn't really anything to do, either. Well, she could always draw, which was fun, or paint, even better, but she couldn't find her muse, and while she loved to just walk around and explore, it was too late to do so, not to mention there was a load of work she needed to do for her classes. As if she wanted to do work right now, though. Practicing, that could have been fun, but they weren't allowed to use magic unsupervised, and most of her "homework" was written, which meant she had to come up with answers... answers from a book.
Moa placed her hand over her face before dragging it down, pulling the skin from her face with it. She was bored, with work to do, and nothing she wanted to do. She was about to give up and take a nap when someone plopped onto an adjacent couch. Moa looked over, removing her hand from her face and pushing herself up a bit.
"Hi Marc." She said, smiling as the boy sunk into the cushions. "How are you?" Marc was in the same house as her and, while it didn't seem like it, he might be doing something interesting.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 2:02 pm
Marc looked up through his eyebrows to see moa. "Hey!" He rolled to a sitting position. "I didn't see you." He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he must have missed the girl sitting on the couch. "So... Whatcha up to?" He glanced to where his notebook lay open.
She would be able to tell it was von in the notebook. He stretched and stood moving casually back to the notebook and closed it. "Anything fun going on with you?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 5:17 pm
Moa watched as Marc sat up, it was nice of him, curious, but until she found something to do, she wasn't about to give up her comfortable position. She grinned at him, waving her hand around as if to say his admittance did nothing to her mood. "It's fine." She said, something about the warmth from the fireplace making her words seem sleepy, though she was wide awake.
"Nothing really." Moa pouted. Did Marc expect that she'd have something interesting planned? She hoped not, because her adventures had run dry. Moa looked at her feet, staring at them wiggle about, before returning her gaze to Marc.
She didn't know what it was, but she felt really calm all of a sudden, calm, with drowsy movements. Moa frowned. While she was bored, she did not want to fall asleep suddenly. With a sigh, she sat up herself, cocking her head to the side when she saw Marc close a notebook. Was he really so tidy.
"No." Simple answer. Moa looked around the room, hoping something would spark a memory and awaken some knowledge of something to do.
"What about with you?" She wasn't sure why she asked, she already knew the answer. Marc was in the same boat as her, she was sure of it. Moa scratched her ear, trying to figure out something for the two of them to do. She didn't have any cards, or any games, or toys, or anything special at all that they could entertain themselves with.
Uncomfortable, and feeling as though she should be the leader (despite the fact that he had only asked a simple question, not given her an epic quest) Moa shifted nervously in her seat.
"Marc," She started, remember something she had always wondered about the boy. "Why is your hair green?"
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