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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:05 pm
 Not many people stopped to smell the roses these days, it seemed. Eleanor would probably say that there were not any in the area she was in, but that was a moot point.
What were in bloom, however, filled her heart with excitement as she looked at them stoically when not referencing her cheat sheet. If she had the nerve, an old tattered book reading "THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS" would be in her hands instead, but that was quite out of the question. Something that special (and embarrassing) couldn't go out where it could be lost, trampled on, or seen by others!
But the flowers, yes, the flowers. What were there? She pressed her memory to remember the names. A cluster of asters; flowers of love. And nearby, other romantic flowers: chrysanthemums. A variety of colors, and a variety of meanings.
Off a ways, she could see willow trees. Not in bloom, but she remembered the flowers well enough; forsaken love. The trees always looked droopy, so it made sense. Maybe that's why the historical whomping willow was so upset all the time? Obviously she wasn't about to find out, but it was something to think about.
Eleanor continued looking at the flora, slowly making her way towards the nearby Hogwarts castle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 3:08 pm
 Louis ran a hand over his head, brushing his hair out of his face. He'd just spent the better part of an hour torturing the whomping willow (could your torture something that had no feelings?...did the whomping willow actually have feelings? It was only a tree but it seemed to know when something irritated it at least...nevermind) It was too nice a day to worry about the ethical consequences of throwing rocks at a moving tree. It was almost sinful how much Louis enjoyed the kiss of the sun and the smell of the wildflowers that had sprung up around the campus grounds. Winter was his least favorite season, especially here so far north of his homeland. It's bitterly cold winds and rain left him with an almost constant cold and took away his ability to smell at all. Now, with clear sinuses and a painless head he took deep breaths, thankful and feeling rather more generous than usual.
Growing up in Italy, Louis was taught to appreciate things of beauty, of which flowers usually were counted. Being a young boy of 11 his interest in them didn't extend much beyond that. Though their tendency to make certain people sneeze could be put to a good use on occasion.
Still, when he saw a blond first year gazing with an unnatural interest in the blossoms around her, he took a page from his father's book and plucked a dark red chrysanthemum at random, approaching the girl and extending it with a flourish. Building a reputation as a suave Italian heartthrob had to start somewhere after all!
"For you!" was all he said with a grin and a wink.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:53 pm
She didn't expect the arrival or approach of another person. But then, for her, that was always the case. Eleanor would have jumped if she hadn't seen him coming. But fortunately, she had noticed him while she was turning her head. This gave her enough time to see the brown-haired boy in full before a flower was in her face.
However, it wasn't close enough for her to not blink and look around to make sure that this stranger was addressing her. "U-um..." She didn't know how to take it at first. But manners came first, and as awkward as this was, Ellie soon accepted the chrysanthemum.
"Th-thank you...sir." A Slytherin, by the tie's glaringly obvious green. Those were...the ones that weren't to be trusted, right? She tried to remember the stories her mother's family used to tell. In such a flustered moment Ellie was not quite capable of drawing up anything solid, but she still managed the vague sense to be wary.
And that accent...how foreign! Intriguing, even. He certainly couldn't have come from any British isle. "D-do you know that you're declaring love with a red chrysanthemum like this?" she asked in her naturally-quiet voice, her tone more matter-of-fact and educational than a pre-teen's equivalent of flirting. "I-it is lovely, though..." She didn't want to sound rude, and....ope, there was the blush.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:28 pm
Perfect, her instant fluster was exactly what he'd seen among his older cousins back home. Louis relinquished the red blossom as her hand closed around it. 'um'.. eloquent wasn't she? His grin stayed in place as she proceeded to thank him. She even called him sir! For an eleven year old boy with an already inflated ego, that was just icing on the cake.
He tilted his head forward as she spoke, better to catch her quiet words. Declaring love? It was just a flower! He'd only just seen her for the first time, why would he declare love? Scoffing as he wanted to wouldn't be smooth or charming. With only a short pause he spoke, running a hand through his hair again. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." There. Vague, maybe a little mysterious? His cousins had made this seem a lot more difficult. Her blush encouraged him even further. "It is a pretty flower and you are a pretty girl. You belong together."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:35 pm
"W-well, chrysanthemums are flowers of love though yellow-" His words made her facts stop dead in their tracks. "O-oh. Um. Thank you." But she wasn't pretty. She was average, she guessed. But not, well, pretty. Right?
"You..you can't love me anyways, you don't know me." she mumbled shyly, still blushing. Eleanor was usually out of her element, but this was an extreme. If she had a little more sensibility, she would easily see that they were too young for anything that had to do with the word 'love' and see through such hollow flirting.
But, she was Ellie: still trusting and not quite that smart. If some stranger boy did say he loved her, she could possibly believe it. But loving back? She had no idea how to do that. As she said, she didn't know him. "Where...where are you from?"
At least he was nice...
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:13 am
The flowers of love? He thought those were supposed to be roses? Louis hadn't even been sure of the name of the flower he held. "You are very welcome" In all honesty chrysanthemums reminded him more of the shower puffs his mother used back home and there was nothing romantic about that at all. It didn't matter if it was red OR yellow.
"Hmm" He gave his head the smallest of tilts then with a bright smile exclaimed. "You're right! I don't know you. But a single flower doesn't hurt does it?" He rather wanted to get off the topic of him loving her when she asked his origins he answered her with enthusiasm. "As to where I am from, it is Sicily. Though my family recently moved to London." A move he was still not that fond of, even if he was enjoying the school. Summer was just around the corner though and his mother had hinted at an extended vacation back with the Auria's. He'd just have to promise to let his mother do the talking about his new 'private school'.
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