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Post by cappuccino on Jul 21, 2006 20:09:45 GMT -5
Ivy always felt that the presence of water enhanced her beauty. She decided that it would be a real treat to pose next to the lake while it was windy out. Oh man, I am so sexy. she thought to herself. She climbed on top of the tree and practiced her poses. This time, provacative poses with trees scored her nature-lover points. As a soon-to-be model, she believed that she had to please everyone.
A gust of wind caught her and she slipped on a branch and fell flat on her face.
But she was still sexy, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by daniel on Jul 21, 2006 20:18:49 GMT -5
With half an English Muffin stuffed in his mouth, and a quickly thickening binder in hand, the Seventh Year took a stroll out by the lake. It was a blessing to find free time like this seriously. Quidditch Captain. Bugging the little kids. Editor of the Yearbook. Torturing little kids. Editor of the School Newspaper. Killing the little kids. Eating. Telling Charlie off. Sleeping. Showering. God his life was busy. Hence the reason he had breakfest to go. He'd been doing the same all month nearly. And it was killing him nearly.
The Slytherin took another mammoth bite of the almost finished muffin as he stopped by the lake front to find a particular tree to sit under and do his work. Clad in his school uniform still for he didn't have time to change and perfect muggle garments, the seventh year sat under a tree. He flipped a page of the year book to only cringe. A fifth year with an acne infestation so bad, she looked worse then a troll. Poor kid. Not really.
Daniel took another bite, and flipped the page while looking at the spellings of the name when a soft 'thump' made him look in another direction. His cobalt eyes gazed in the direction of the noise, and he gave a quizzical look. Stupid kid... he thought to himself, paying no heed to the fact that she was infact his age. Perhaps a bit younger.
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Post by cappuccino on Jul 21, 2006 20:23:52 GMT -5
She got up quickly and brushed the leaves out of her hair. A searing pain to her head hit her immediately, and she put her hands over her large bump, which was starting to grow.
"eh.... feeling dizzy," she mumbled. She walked and stumbled over to the Slytherin boy and scowled at him. "What the heck was that?" she demanded from him. She snatched the english muffin away from him and started eating it herself, looking quite miffed.
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Post by daniel on Jul 21, 2006 20:28:56 GMT -5
Daniel skeptically arched his right eyebrow as the girl approached him, "What the heck was what?" He snapped questioning impatiently with an accent that was clearly not English. He didn't have time for this. He didn't have time for some hot seventh year to ask him pointless questions. Ok. Maybe he didn't have time for a fifth year with an acne infestation, but some hot girl, why not? Instead. Dan silently shook his head and looked back down, correcting a name that was misspelled.
Stretching out his legs, he dared a second glance back at the girl and wrinkled his nose flusteredly. Ugg. Couldn't she see he was busy? The bags under his eyes? The binder in front of him? The birds and the bees? The lake? The world? Ok. Maybe he was just annoyed, but her mere presense was intimidating, and stopping him from working.
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Post by cappuccino on Jul 21, 2006 20:33:42 GMT -5
"Why didn't you catch me? Didn't you see I was falling? Aren't you supposed to be some kind of Quidditch captain?!" she prodded his Quidditch Captain badge with her wand. "Geesh... instead, you let me fall..." she hissed. She rubbed the bump on her head again and winced. "Is it noticeable?"
Ivy crossed her arms and invited herself to sit down. "What are you doing anyway?" she glanced at the year book. "Uh... that fifth year needs Proactive," she said in disgust.
"Why do you have such a big binder? You're a Slytherin, you can't possibly be studying. That's what the Ravenclaws do," she said smartly.
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Post by daniel on Jul 21, 2006 20:45:48 GMT -5
"Touche pretty one. I merely got here when you were in the tree, I was looking into the binder. You fell. I didn't notice until the soft thud. Savvy?" He replied indifferently with a slight French accent. Ok. So maybe he had a strange word fetish, expecially with the word savvy, but it still made sense in this conversation. The Quidditch badge was immediatly covered with his cherub right hand when she prodded it. He didn't want to get it ruined so quickly. Goodness. He had only got it earlier this year.
Proactive? What in bloody tarnations was proactive? Washing his face with good old water resulted in not knowing any of that feminine girly stuff.
"Oh contrare again Ms... someone. I do fairly well in school, how do I get decent marks studying?" Keeping a look of innocence, for he had a dry sense of humour, he continued on, "Na. Its the yearbook binder. I'm editor. Fixing names. Making pretty people prettier, ugly people uglier. Its fun. Despite everything making me want to jump into a stampede of Dragons." Taking out his wand, he grinned mischieviously as the girl in the picture automatically went possibly uglier with a jab of his wand.
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Post by cappuccino on Jul 21, 2006 20:53:47 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I won't ruin your precious badge," she rolled her eyes. Some guys just cared too much about sports and winning. Being a winner all of her life, she usually took it for granted.  She laughed, and covered her mouth with her right hand, as she was taught to do so by her mother when she was younger. "Really? It sounds like a lot of work, are you doing this all alone?" she looked at the picture he was manipulating again. "Why do you do it if you don't like it?" she asked. "Do you change the pictures of people you don't like? Or perhaps teachers who gave you a poor mark?" She realized that they weren't introduced yet. "The name is Ivy Xin, by the way," she nodded at him and smiled. She held out her hand to shake. Hmmm..maybe not. but decided that she didn't want to touch his hands. Instead, she flipped her hair back again. "You are?" |
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Post by daniel on Aug 1, 2006 9:21:39 GMT -5
((ooc: sorry! I completely forgot about this thread! ))
Daniel decided he didn't hear the girl's comment. The badge was currently his most valuable possesion, but that did not mean he shone it for two hours twice a day - that was only once a day.
Daniel shook his head, "No. Nothing like that. I've got like... 20 other people." With this, he gave a sheepish shrug of his broad shoulders before continuing, "I do like it." Daniel insisted, "It's just that I have no time anymore. Oh. Teachers don't give me bad marks. Believe it or not." OK. Perhaps he was failing one... or two classes, but that didn't mean that she could just say that. "Just whoever I feel needs some help." Yes. Sonja looked half-troll.
"Daniel Jackson." Dan said without looking up at her, "Say I'm related to Michael Jackson or Samuel Jackson and die." A bit harsh. It could be worse.
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 1, 2006 9:38:35 GMT -5
((so did I! lol))
"Samuel L. Jackson is the man, though," Ivy said, appalled why anyone would not want to be related to him. "I mean-- didn't you see him in Pulp Fiction or Welcome to America? ... Not to mention he's going to be in Snakes of a Plane," She paused and blinked at Daniel. She almost forgot that he was in Slytherin, and might be a pureblood. He probably didn't even know what she was talking about-- yet, he did not Michael Jackson and Samuel L. Jackson. As far as she knew Michael was just weird-- and not a wizard.
"Are you pureblood?" she asked.
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Post by daniel on Aug 1, 2006 9:42:29 GMT -5
((ooc: xP ))
Daniel gave a quizzical look as she said, 'see him in.' Without much thought, he scribbled out a name and asked interested, "See him in what?" He only knew the names because of teasing he got in Beauxbatons. But that was all. He hated being called 'little Jackson' almost as much as 'Danni-boy.' Uggg.
"Na. I'm half and half." Daniel stated in a canny-accent, trying to copy the one from the Quidditch Try-Out not too long ago.
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 1, 2006 9:49:35 GMT -5
"Ah," she nodded, making a note of that. "Interesting... I've always wondered what that's like..." Ivy crossed her arms and leaned on the tree, staring at the orange and red leaves. She realized that she wouldn't have many of these moments left. This would be one of the last times that she would be able to admire the beauty of the Hogwarts trees in autumn. She would miss it a lot. She smiled to herself and reached up for a leaf. (which wasn't hard, considering she was 5'8")
"Y'know, it's a real honor to be the Yearbook Editor," she said to him as she touched the rims of the autumn leaf. "You're preserving memories for people. When people get older, they'll go back to that yearbook. It'll remind them of a time where there wasn't so much to worry about."
As usual, Ivy was dreading "growing up". She wanted to stay in school forever, she didn't want to let go-- it was too soon for her.
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Post by daniel on Aug 3, 2006 7:26:22 GMT -5
"I realise that much." The slightly cherub Italian boy (well. Not much of a boy anymore) said with a sheepish shrug. "But then there comes the pressure of wanting to help people preserve memories. And umm... Whatstheword..." The seventh year searched through his limited vocabulary for English wasn't a first language not being able to find it.
"Ya... You get it... I can't wait to leave." Little did he know that if he was to get a job in the ministry, he was likely to come back to Hogwarts. Again.
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