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Jul 19, 2008 1:32:06 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 19, 2008 1:32:06 GMT -5
It took an extremely long time to do it, but she had managed. The blonde, being as unbalanced as she was had a difficult time climbing from inside the tower out the window and up the roof. Actually, she had to shimmy for quite a while before she managed to be "safe" on the roof of where she was currently located. It was neat being where she was though, and had only once been up on the roof of the castle, that was the year previous at Charlie and Hiro's birthday party, which hadn't gone all that well, but she wasn't about to let that memory get to her, not when she was perfectly fine at the time being.
She had a lot on her mind, but right at that moment, all Felicity wanted to do was relax and gaze up at dusk as it settled in over everything. It was an amazing time of the day, not nearly as nice as sunrise, which Felicity had barely missed any of since January, but right now she wanted a change. Dusk was the perfect change from sunrise.
Sitting herself down and situating everything so her feet were secure and she wouldn't slip, Felicity propped her elbows on her knees and looked down over the grounds, looking at everything. It was then that it hit her how much the seventh years must have been going through. Life at school was slowly coming to a hault for them, everything they'd known for the last years they'd attended Hogwarts was ending and they were in no position to be able to stop it from happening. Soon they'd be done, they'd be going off to jobs, homes, traveling, doing what everyone did when they were done with school, go down a road to finding themselves.
But there was someone she didn't want to go down that road, not yet, not without her. Unfortunately there was no way to stop it and while it frightened her that he wouldn't be there for her, at the same time she couldn't wait. It meant he'd be getting his job and her dad would hopefully be a bit more lax, and soon she'd be done with school and they could really be together without anyone being able to stop them. She would be of age and her dad, while he might'n't like Drew, he couldn't really truthfully stop them from seeing one another. And though he hadn't actually tried to stop them from seeing one another, he made his opinion heard that he outright didn't like them being together.
Pulling her hands together, she glanced down at the little silver ring on her finger, a promise made and one she wanted him to keep, one he said he wanted to keep. Hopefully.
But these weren't the things she wanted to plague her mind for the time being, because at that moment, she preferred just being an observer to life all around. And it didn't occur to her that her bag was still located down on the floor just below the window she'd climbed out of, leaving it open for anyone to look into, take off with, or become curious of where the owner was located.
(Henry)
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Jul 19, 2008 2:04:59 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 19, 2008 2:04:59 GMT -5
Luck; Such a curious thing. So curious that it have such a sense of humor as to make completely random people cross paths, and in such strange ways. It was luck that had Henry walking to the top of one of the school's large towers to consult a large painting of Robert the Bruce about the Battle of Methven that afternoon, and, thankfully, it was luck that would be intervening not five minutes later to save his life.
As he mounted the last stair before the tower's top floor, Henry looked up from his book and across the room. On the wall opposite him was the portrait of the Bruce, but something else caught his eye as well...a bag...sitting beneath an open window.
"Oh my god." said Henry, staring at the open window and dropping the book in shock. It would have been just his luck to have come up into a highly unusual spot to be right after someone fell out of a window, he half expected a teacher to come charging up the stairs, wand out, ready to Stupefy the scoundrel who had pushed someone out of the tower window. Dropping his own bag onto the floor with little regard and moving to the window, Henry stuck his head out the portal and looked down toward the ground floor almost a hundred feet below.
As he could not see a crowd gathered around a dead body below, Henry ruled out the theory that someone fell, and looked from side to side instead, as if expecting to see some poor student, who was worried about their enormous work load, sitting on a ledge, contemplating whether or not to jump. When he found no such thing, he looked in the only other logical direction...up.
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Jul 19, 2008 11:01:57 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 19, 2008 11:01:57 GMT -5
Light brown eyes trained and focused at gazing over the heads of those moving along the grounds, Felicity didn’t know what to think of. Just how frightened were the seventh years? She had always thought leaving muggle school would be amazing, to be able to get out in the world and start her own life, but this was new, she felt differently about Hogwarts. Felicity had attended public schooling right up until the year previous, muggle school during the day and her mum taught her all night about wizarding stuff, well, all night after practices, debates, and everything else the blonde was a part of.
But now, now that she was at Hogwarts, a school devoted to teaching about magic, she felt differently. She had known the majority of her friends her entire life, at least those in London, here she knew a number as well but was only close with a few and yet she knew she would miss these friends more than anything once she was no longer a student at the castle. She still had a year left, a year to figure out whether she would be able to make it into the research facility in Kenya, to say goodbye, to convince her dad that this was what was right for her, not university.
Sighing, glanced down at a small group passing by, heading into the castle, only to catch sight of a head of brown hair sticking out the window, looking about, and then glancing up her way.
“Hello,” she smiled easily when he looked up her way. She hadn’t expected someone to find her, doubtful he was looking for her. Though, she did recognize him somewhat, knew he was in her year and house, but beyond that, she hadn’t a clue.
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Jul 19, 2008 13:33:18 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 19, 2008 13:33:18 GMT -5
As Henry looked up, he saw someone looking back at him; In his surprised state, he leaned a little further out of the window to catch a look at who it was, he wasn't sure he recognized her, though he thought he had seen her around Gryffindor common room a few times.
“Hello,”
The casual way about the girl's voice as she looked down at him was, if it was possible, more surprising than seeing her sitting on the roof in the first place to Henry. Looking around wildly as if trying to see if there were any roof police around, Henry looked back up and said.
"You know you really should come back down; It seems a tad dangerAAAAAHHH!"
It happened in the fraction of a moment Henry took his left hand off of the window sill to reach up and help her down. His right hand, which had been supporting him as he leaned out of the window, slid on the outward angle of the window sill and he fell out, falling almost five feet before his wildly flailing arms caught a protruding piece of stone work. As he caught it he felt his entire weight, which, granted, wasn't much compared to others, tear at his shoulders, and he felt his legs swinging wildly below him as he clung on for dear life. He looked up at the piece of stone he had caught; It was a square, but rather long brick worked into the tower's stonework which had the protruding end carved into a lion's head. He looked around, hoping against hope that there might be someone with a broom nearby.
"OH S..." he swore loudly as his dissent stopped abruptly "This is NOT good!, THIS IS NOT GOOD!!!"
For a tiny second, the thought that he might survive the fall crossed Henry's mind, and he looked down at the ground to judge the distance. Far from having positive effects, his spectacles slid from the end of his nose and fell toward the hard stone walkways below that were wet from the day's long drizzling.
"Oh great...THAT'S JUST GREAT, THAT IS!" Henry said angrily, hoisting himself up, and muttering in a slightly hysterical way "Don't look down, Don't look down, why isn't there someone to tell me not to look down as I'm hanging off a daAH!" he slipped slightly on the stone as he continued to try and pull himself up; Instinctively he kind of shrugged his shoulders to protect his head and snapped his eyes shut, then, when his brain registered, with relief, that he was not falling and still had a firm grip on the stone, he opened his eyes and renewed his attempts to pull himself up "There's never anyone hanging around saying 'don't look down' around people who are actually in precarious situations like this is there? no..."
Henry finally managed to pull himself up onto the protrusion of stone. He sank as far back toward the wall as he could, straddling the carved piece of stonework like a saddle, his legs dangling unsupported, and leaned back against the wall. As his chest rose and fell rapidly he looked up and said, rather louder than he intended.
"As I was saying...It seems to be a tad DANGEROUS!"
He let his head fall back against the stone, but a moment later, wished he hadn't; In his exhaustion, he had allowed his head to fall back far to roughly, and quickly had to lean forward, clutching the back of his head as his eyes watered with pain. Now he had a throbbing pain in the back of his head to deal with in addition to the aching in his shoulders and the pains from his hands, which, in addition to the aching in the fingers that had pulled him up, had many tiny scuffs and scratches on their palms which had been inflicted by the rough stonework.
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Jul 20, 2008 19:45:35 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 20, 2008 19:45:35 GMT -5
Tilting her head to give him a quirky look, Felicity waited for the boy to speak, and when he did she only wrinkled her nose at him, not at all pleased he was choosing to tell her she was in a bad spot, though when he moved ever so slightly, she sat up straighter to be sure he'd be all right, only to find him falling forward. Much further forward than was necessary or safe.
Body going rigid, the blonde froze on spot, unable to even call for her help, her jaw dropped, eyes wide, unable to do anything. And even when he caught himself, keeping his body from dropping further, all Felicity could do was move forward, closer to the ledge to peer down at him frantically. She couldn't speak, was finding it hard to breathe, and wouldn't trust herself with her wand being pointed at another even in such dire circumstances. Where was anyone else? Why wasn't anyone on the grounds doing something to help?
The boy's foul language didn't even bother Felicity as she sat there, frantic, frightened, and fearful. What to do? Oh, just what to do?
However, just as the boy had caught himself, he also pulled himself up a ledge, keeping safer all the more. She could hear him freaking out, and he had every right to, but she didn't know how to help, at a loss she was. But she suddenly found a fury of voice when he spoke to her again.
"It seems to me I'm just fine sitting up here where I am. If it's dangerous for anyone, it'd be you." Her alone time had been interrupted, and now, someone she was sure was in her house and year was giving her some problems. Hadn't he heard the horror stories of the points and detentions she'd taken and given as a Prefect for less than what she perceived to be an attitude?
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Jul 20, 2008 22:45:01 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 20, 2008 22:45:01 GMT -5
"It seems to me I'm just fine sitting up here where I am. If it's dangerous for anyone, it'd be you."
Henry squinted up at her in disbelief, at least, what he thought was her, without his glasses at this range he couldn't have told a human feature from a chunk of stone. He looked around, still breathing heavily, though less so than moments before when he had just managed to get himself back up on the ledge. As he cast his gaze back and forth, he said.
"Yeah well...fair enough."
He mumbled the last two words more to himself than anyone else. Henry considered for a moment his options for getting out of this; He wasn't exactly acrobatic, but he kept himself in well enough a condition to be able to push himself up with his arms so he could catch the piece of stonework with the heels of his shoes. He stood up on the piece of stone, turned on the spot, grabbed the window sill, and pulled himself through into the the tower-top room containing Robert the Bruce's painting.
Henry sank to the floor beneath the window, and panted slightly for a moment, then he struggled back to his feet and peeked out the window again, this time being careful to grab hold of the window's center divider as he did so.
"Why don't you come down and we can introduce ourselves properly." he called out the window.
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Jul 21, 2008 9:51:53 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 21, 2008 9:51:53 GMT -5
Difficult, horrible, and a plain old child, Felicity knew what she was being, but didn't care. At the moment, even though the boy was in a precarious situation and she felt bad about it, she wasn't very happy with him at all. It seemed to her that the boy was at a loss of where to look, as he couldn't seem to keep his eyes on her, not that she wanted him to not be able to take his eyes off of her, but she had at least expected him to look at her while talking.
Staying where she was, at the edge of the ledge of the roof, Felicity watched as the boy slowly pulled himself up, getting to a more safe situation from where he had been only moments before. When he'd made it back into the castle, Felicity braced her feet and pushed herself back to where she'd been, only to hear the boy call out to her again.
Peering down at him with a casual look upon her face, Felicity rose an eyebrow at him, wondering why he was wanted to introduce themselves. It wasn't like he'd just been in a position of possible death and he wanted to introduce themselves? Sighing, Felicity let her legs bend slightly as she slid herself back down the roof, bracing herself to carefully move about and make it back into the castle without falling like the boy had just down.
Maneuvering her body, the blonde slid down, getting her feet on the window ledge. hands grasping at the window, and moved her body in and through without a problem.
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Jul 21, 2008 10:28:02 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 21, 2008 10:28:02 GMT -5
"Okay, first of all, sorry for yelling at you." said Henry "I didn't mean too."
Which was perfectly true; In his panic at hanging off the side of a hundred foot tall building, Henry had sort of lost control of his voice; But, in all fairness, the words that had been rolling across his mind at the time were Don't fall!, and Why would anybody climb out of a window on purpose!?
"Secondly, I know that if I were you right now, I would be wondering why I wanted to meet me after I watched me fall out of a window."
The sentence that had burst from his mouth was so incredibly confusing, even to Henry, that he had to think through what he said for a moment before deciding that, once you got past the obviously extreme amount of mes, it made sense, and he continued.
"I figure that once you've almost died in someone's presence, you better get to know them afterward, so, I'm Henry Lordings."
The entire time, Henry had been talking to the painted Robert the Bruce as opposed to his actual target, and, as he ended his sentence, preferred his hand to the painted figure. Once again, his terrible farsightedness had worked against him, and, as the entire room was, to his eyes, little more than a blur of color, anything that moved stood out. He had absolutely no idea that the person to whom he had been trying to talk was actually standing a few feet to his right.
"Turn a bit, boy, you're facing the wrong way." mumbled a voice that was far too deep to belong to the girl from the roof; Henry concluded that it was Robert the Bruce who had spoken in the undertone, and Henry abruptly looked around to his right, but could see little more than a dark area with a light area in the middle.
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Jul 22, 2008 0:01:37 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 22, 2008 0:01:37 GMT -5
When the boy apologized, Felicity's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't say anything. He had no reason to apologize, which in her mind meant there was no reason to accept said apology. He was in a circumstance that was unneeded and frightening, of course he would become over-excited. The blonde was more upset over the fact he'd sworn than any yelling.
Raising an eyebrow at him after his second statement, she was wondering. He was familiar by face, but a name wasn't coming to her. Then again, she tended to stick to her own cluster of friends that varied between her friends, Drew's friends, and their friends together. Though, once he finished the finale, she was quite confused. Felicity was easily confused, admittedly, but she hadn't expected to be quite that confused about what he was saying to her.
While he hadn't been facing her this entire time, she figured it was because he was upset with her, and therefore was avoiding looking at her to make the words flow easier, but when his hand was offered to a painting, the blonde smirked, and a laugh emerged when the painting told him he was doing it wrong.
"I'm actually over here..." Felicity said quietly, once he'd turned furthest away from her. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know the boy, but as he seemed quite disoriented, she figured it was likely best for her to at least make sure he was all right.
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Jul 22, 2008 2:27:09 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 22, 2008 2:27:09 GMT -5
"Oh..." said Henry, he was completely turned around now, he turned to his left stupidly, offering his hand to thin air this time, and it was only when he heard "I'm actually over here..." directly behind him that he turned all the way around, and could see the blurry outline of something moving.
It was quite odd; In almost three years since he arrived at Hogwarts, he had barely had a conversation with anyone except teachers, preferring a solitude in his studying. He had replaced relationships with students with a relationship with house elves, and books. In his sixth year, however, he found himself meeting the widest of ranges of people. First Eaden had shown up, then Anna, Matty, Drew, and more; He found himself at the core of a group of people he could call friends for the first time since he had left Salem, and found himself wondering how he had gotten along without such a band of people around him.
Now he found himself faced with yet another new person...though, granted, he couldn't really see her.
"Sorry..." said Henry again, now fairly confident that he was offering his had to an actual person "...I'm rubbish without my specs." he gestured to his eyes with his left hand, which was free of obligations.
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Jul 22, 2008 17:21:28 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 22, 2008 17:21:28 GMT -5
When the boy finally turned to face her, Felicity had a raised eyebrow, taking him in. Who was he? She knew his face, that was easy enough, but she couldn't think of his name at all. Maybe they actually hadn't really ever met. Of course, she had bounced around a lot last September, her first at Hogwarts and had gotten to know a number of students then, but most were just faces in passing.
"Don't apologize," she told him once more. No apologies needed, but she couldn't help but be curious about why he thought he was talking to her when he was facing the portrait, or why he had turned furthest from her when he'd meant to turn to her. Odd indeed.
Reaching out, she gently gripped his hand lightly in hers before saying another word to him, he explained to her why he'd done what he had. "Felicity Hjort, it's nice to meet you Henry Lordings."
Quickly releasing his hand, she pulled her arms across her chest and stared at him for another moment of silence. "If you can't hardly see without your glasses, why aren't you wearing them?" She hadn't seen them fall from his face when he'd fallen out the window.
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Jul 22, 2008 19:15:53 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 22, 2008 19:15:53 GMT -5
"If you can't hardly see without your glasses, why aren't you wearing them?"
Henry smiled wryly at the question. His spectacles were, at this very moment, likely to be laying in a hundred pieces on the walkways far below the tower.
"They fell off when I was...well..." he gestured toward the bright light that he knew was the open window. "I'll have to go and get them; I would summon them, but there's no telling how many pieces they're in."
He drew out his wand and waved it through the air. The book he had dropped flew into the air, dog eared it's own page, and closed, dropping into his bag which promptly sailed into his hand. He walked over to the window and peered out at the ground; It had always been odd, in Henry's mind, how he could make out detail dozens of feet away, but couldn't see something right in front of his face without his glasses.
Far below, he could just make out something reflecting the light of the setting sun far below.
"I really must enchant those things with an unbreakable charm." said Henry to himself; Even from this distance, he could tell that they had shattered completely.
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Jul 27, 2008 0:56:11 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 27, 2008 0:56:11 GMT -5
"Oh..." was all that issued from her mouth when the boy explained his predicament. And bashfully, slightly embarrassed about her assumption that he was being an idiot for not wearing them and that it was his own fault for falling out the window, her pale cheeks reddened. Being as she wasn't very good with wandwork, she didn't know if pieces would come up separately or if they would come up all at once and one would have to catch them all or not. Though, she nodded her head in understanding, not sure if he'd be aware of what she was doing or not.
Carefully eying his wand, still unable to get over her fright of them since the incident of the invasion when Shaw had held his against her, she took the tiniest step back, to get away.
"Is there such a thing?" she inquired curiously. Though Drew was helping her to get better at her wandwork and her casting of spells, Felicity still wasn't very good at remembering spells unless she'd practiced an awful lot on them. Such as with Drew, while they practiced, and were often distracted, she had a hard time remembering spells afterwards unless she practiced them for some amount of length of time.
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Jul 27, 2008 1:18:54 GMT -5
Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Jul 27, 2008 1:18:54 GMT -5
"Is there such a thing as what?...an Unbreakable Charm?" said Henry offhandedly, he was still looking down toward the ground floor,and didn't look back at her as she posed her question "Certainly. I'd have to look it up to find out how exactly to cast it, but I'm fairly certain that the incantation is Infragila, though I'm sure there is more to it."
Henry ceased his leaning, and looked around once more, he so rarely imposed upon people to do him favors, but he would have to walk through seven floors, not counting the tower, and then make his way through the grounds, the last thing he needed was to knock over a load people because he couldn't see them.
"Uh...if it's not asking too much, could I ask you to walk with me down to get them." said Henry pointing out the window for a fraction of a moment. "I could use some help, otherwise I'm liable to knock over some professor as I go, or fall down a flight of steps, or worse..."
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Jul 27, 2008 22:44:52 GMT -5
Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 27, 2008 22:44:52 GMT -5
Humming in affirmation that that was indeed what she was inquired of, Felicity listened to his answer and wondered again. She hadn't heard of one, then again, she wasn't very good and didn't tend to study spells too often outside of classes unless Drew wanted her to study or he wanted her to learn a new spell. They studied spell casting at least once a week, and usually more if they both could afford to.
Surprise took over her face when Henry asked her to walk him down the stairs. Was he really that blind? Or hadn't he at least heard of her clumsiness? Whatever it was, she figured walking him down a few sets of stairs was easy enough and technically fell under her job description as a Prefect to help out fellow students.
"I can walk you down there," she agreed lightly. "I can't promise there'll be no falling or nor running into others, but I can guarantee you'll get your glasses back at least."
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