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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Dec 16, 2008 0:56:08 GMT -5
Matilda hadn't exactly felt one with the world since she returned to Hogwarts, after a Summer that had been filled with so much enjoyment, excitement, and over all pleasure. The teenager knew that Summer's like the one she had just experiences were growing low, heck, vacation times like that were dim. She may had only been fifteen, not even half of her life yet lived, but within a couple of months of those warm weeks spent away from school, Matty would no longer be a care-free fifteen year old. She was sixteen, come October. She was a sixth year, two years shy of graduating from school, and being released into the adult world. And how, oh how, the pressure had been put on. Therefore, since returning to school, Matilda hadn't had much time for the luxuries in life. Her time with Emeric had been cut down to a bare minimum, as they were both busy with their schedules. Heck, she didn't even share classes with him on a regular basis. Excluding those in which all years were combine, or the Potions calls she was set to help out with this year. Potions was something she needed extra credit in to pass with more than Exceeding, for the Hufflepuff to be able to continue on with her hopes of becoming a Healer.
So, aside from the extra class she had taken up to help out the Fifth Years, Matty had been spending an extensive amount of time brushing up on her studies. She knew the stuff from last year, it was all just stored back in the parts of her mind that were used for storage, rather that current use. The girl had revised the basics from her own Fifth Year, and in doing so, had proved to herself that it was helping to aid her in understanding the new curriculum this year. Other than homework, the teenager was busy with researching new strategies and plans for her Quidditch Team. Try-outs had been moved to a later time, due to the hustle and bustle of a new school year, but the season's beginning was nearing, and Matilda wanted to have her team ready for when that time did come along. But besides all of that? Matty felt like she had no social life whatsoever. She had met up with Em for a short time down at the Lake one afternoon at sunset, and while she wanted to spend more time with the Slytherin, the opportunities weren't popping up left right and center. As for her other friends, many she saw in her own classes, but again: outside of such, it was hard to plan time to spend an afternoon goofing off. There was just too much to do.
Today was really no exception. Matilda had bumped into one of her House Mates on the way to dinner, and ended up chatting to them throughout the meal, and a bit after wards too. However, with the last few weeks of lasting sun, it was no excuse to stop whatever she had in mind to do that afternoon, just because of the time. Being an older student, it wasn't unusual to head off to the Library at such a time, and thats exactly what the Huffle did. She had already changed out of her uniform, and into come comfortable clothes, consisting of vans, shorts, a singlet, and a hoodie. Her hair was let to fall straight, as Matilda brushed it out of her eyes, once she was settled. The girl chose one of two large desks, situated in the middle of a isle in the Potions section. She pulled out a roll of parchment and her text book, flicking through it, only to have a paper plane that had been bookmarking a page fall into her lap. Matty opened up it so she could see the writing that was scrolled in neat, small script on the inside.
So I'll be picking me up,
Breaking me down,
I was lost, was i found?
I wanna feel everything.
When everything feels wrong with me.
Take a look,
Embrace myself.
Everybody wants to make it count.
The lyrics from Save, by The Rocket Summer seemed to roll back into her mind, reminding the girl of the song that had been playing through her head at the time of which she must have written them on paper, in attempt to fish them out of her brain. Looking at the plane, it was a bit smaller than her hand, Matilda folded it back into it's miniature airplane form, before picking up her wand, and levitating it. She swooped it up from the desk, flying it around the quiet, and settled section where she was sitting. Then, in a motion thats best described as a stumble of her hands, Matilda sent the small, white plane soaring through a break above the book shelf, two isles across, and oddly enough, straight into the head of another silent worker. Matty wasn't aware that she had positioned the plane in that very place, but once the connection was broke, she dropped her wand on the table with a start. Then, with no more than a glance around, the teen smiled to herself, rather sheepishly, and looked back down to her textbook. There was no more to it.
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Post by Jacob Muscowequan on Dec 17, 2008 8:25:03 GMT -5
Jacob was slightly worried. He really didn't have all that much to do in the homework department and it was a little bit scary. Normally, he would have been neck-deep in text books and essays by now, but so far he'd been able to keep up with everything. For a slacker like Jake, this was exceptional. However, the Gryffindor boy knew it wouldn't last for very long. In time, he would be wondering where all his motivation went and why he had three assignments he had yet to start. Jacob thought of this as he wandered into the quiet library. He really had no reason to be here, but what could it hurt, right?
Strolling the aisles lazily, Jacob scanned the spines of the books, hoping to stumble upon something interesting. As always, he was disappointed. Grumbling to himself, Jake had almost given up hope until he wandered around the corner and his eyes landed on a girl at the table. His moccasin-clad feet made little noise as he walked toward her, finding her fairly familiar. She was a pretty girl and Jacob never forgot a pretty girl. He watched her for a moment, playing with a paper plane, but turned and headed off down the next aisle.
A moment later, Jake saw a paper airplane sailing through the shelves. He watched it as it aimed straight at another student's head, jabbing them in the back of the skull. He grinned and stifled a laugh as the poor victim turned and glared at him. Jake raised his hands innocently, shaking his head. He did, however, pick up the plane as he passed the table. Jacob rounded the corner, twirling the small plane in his fingers as he made his way back to where he had seen the girl and her plane.
"You know you just nailed somebody over there, right?" the Native boy asked the girl, holding the paper out for her to take, "Right in the back of the head. Rather precise, actually. Nicely done."
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Dec 17, 2008 22:20:22 GMT -5
Matty hadn't even noticed the boy whom had observe her. To be truthful, she more interested in distracting herself from the awful potions work she had to study for the next class. She had to research ingreidients... or the effects of a potion... or something like that. You know, the usual stuff. Anyone that knew her, knew that Matilda generally got what she wanted. It wasn't the kind of thing where she threw a tantrum until Daddy bought her the designer brand flip flops, not. She worked hard for what she wanted, more in that sense. But she would admit it, Matty was lucky. She had landed herself as Quidditch Captain, after one year as an alternative, and the next as a team member. But that was due to her hard work and skills, too. She had passed all classes, though she hadn't made the grade for one, she was setting that right. So, it was true. If she needed, wanted something, Matilda would put her mind to it to get whatever that was. Anyway, back to the current time and place, the girl hadn't noticed the boy, until it he actually approached her.
"You know you just nailed somebody over there, right?"
His voice startled her slightly, as Matty turned to see a tan, familiar looking guy. Almost immediately after she registered what he had said, the girl grinned. "You serious?" she asked to confirm, however realizing that this must have been what caused her to lose the connection. The Huffle graciously took the paper plane from his hand, her eyes darting from the folded paper to his eyes. A bubble of laughter escaped her lips, as she listened to what else he had to say. "Well, I guess I don't even know the extent of my awesomeness. It must just be part of the awesome Quiddtch skills I have." she grinned at the boy, before flying the plane so it landed in the middle of her text book again.
"So, do you make it a habit to stalk paper planes, in order to record just how often they hit people?"
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Post by Jacob Muscowequan on Dec 18, 2008 17:26:57 GMT -5
Jacob couldn't help but smirk at the girl when she asked if he was serious. He listened to her talk, finding her accent rather amusing. One would think that after six years of this place, they would get used to the crazy accents and dialects, but Jake still found himself struggling to follow what she said. His boring old Canadian accent was never impressive, but this girl's intrigued him. Jacob chuckled when she asked him if he was a paper plane stalker and he pulled out on of the chairs, taking a seat before he answered her.
"I do, actually," the Gryffindor teased with a grin, "I plan on pursuing it after school. I hear there's good money in it, these days." He winked playfully at the girl, leaning back in the chair and putting his feet up on the table. He was always quick to make himself at home, in the presence of a stranger.
"I'm Jake, by the way," he introduced himself finally, "Jake Muscowequan." Would he have to repeat it like he normally did? Something told Jacob that would be a yes, but he really didn't mind. He was so used to it by now that it shocked him when people didn't ask.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jan 2, 2009 22:47:53 GMT -5
Matty looked the boy over once, deciding that she knew his face, if not his name. As he spoke, the girl found his Canadian accent all the more familiar, as she realized he was actually her age. She felt slightly guilty, after being here for six years, one would think that the Hufflepuff girl would know most of the students in her classes, if not year, by now. But, you couldn't know anyone. Besides, Matty hadn't always been the type of girl just to stick to her age. She recalled a couple of years back, one of her closet friends had been Kian, a Seventh year. Anyway, the point was that it really was never too late to make new friends along the way. "Oh really? Wow, maybe I should ditch the whole Healer thing then. That'll save me having to do extra credit to get a better grade, and I won't need years at the Ministry. I guess all I'll need is a tutor though, and here I am looking at one." Matilda teased back, crossing her arms against her chest and smiling back at him as he introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you, Jake Musc... Uh, sorry, how is it pronounced?" the teenager smiled sheepishly, biting on her bottom lip slightly. It was tricky to pronouce, and the girl didn't want to offend him or anything, by saying it wrong, and therefore having to be corrected in future. "Matilda Wentworth, by the way, you can call me Matty, though." she added, considering most people did anyway.
[ Soooo sorry it took long D: ]
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Post by Jacob Muscowequan on Jan 13, 2009 8:39:39 GMT -5
"I am the grand champion, you know?" Jacob teased back, rocking dangerously in his chair. Many times he's fallen flat on his back with leaning on the two back legs of the chair like he was now, but Jake liked to live dangerously. Maybe not, but that's what he told himself.
Jake snorted as she struggled with his last name and grinned at her. It never ceased to amuse him.
"Muss-cow-ee-kwan," he pronounced slowly for her. It was much easier to read it and understand than it was to hear it. It was spelled exactly how it sounded and he was tempted to just walk about with a name tag on his clothes instead of repeating himself every time he met somebody new. He didn't really mind, but a tag would be easier.
The Gryffindor finally leaned forward and let all four legs rest on the floor again. He glanced over the table at what she had been working on before he interrupted and noticed the lyrics to a song on a piece of parchment.
"So are you really working or pretending to do something productive?" he joked with a smile.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jan 25, 2009 19:32:15 GMT -5
"The grand champion?" Matty repeated with a grin, watching as Jacob rocked back in his chair at a dangerous angle. She took the statement into consideration for a moment before adding something more. "You better watch your back, you know. I mean, after that obvious display of my awesome flying skills, I could be a rising star, wouldn't you say?" with her response, a laugh filtered through her tone. It was hard to actually imagine something like... plane throwing, or following as such, to be a title of 'awesomeness'. But hey, it was all fun and games, right?
"Muss-cow-ee-kwan." She followed, slowly, just as he had done for her. Nodding slowly as she uttered the last name to herself again, the girl's bright green eyes flashed up at him. "So where is home to you, other than Hogwarts?" she asked him curiously, wondering where exactly he was from. She assumed he was of Native American background, especially with the addition of his Canadian accent. However when Jacob questioned her, the teenager was snapped out of her roaming thoughts, and glanced down at the piece of parchment he was referring to. Matty grinned in return, leaning forward as she shuffled her chair in to bring herself closer to the table. She picked up the piece of paper, quickly glancing over the lyrics again.
"Well, I was trying to get some much needed potions work done. But as you can see, I've been distracted since first flipping the book open. Potions was never my strong point, though flying, as it seems, is." the girl balled up the small piece of parchment, before throwing it across the table, aimed at Jacob's face. "What about you, just stalking planes and girls, or are you actually doing work too?" she teased, before resting her chin her her hands.
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