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Post by nakia on Nov 13, 2007 0:29:20 GMT -5
Nakia had found the perfect place, an empty classroom, a bit dusty and obviously not used for a while. Except for the single desk which had been pulled from its fellows which were stacked against one wall, this desk had been drug over to a window. Perfect, she cracked open the blinds so shafts of light fell onto the desk and sat down with a bottle of ink, a quill, and leather bound notebook.
She opened to a spot close to the middle and began to write…
Hi Dad,
She paused, absentmindedly scratching a drawing in the corner of the parchment. She knew that she would never be able to send the notebook full of letters to her father or that he would even get a chance to read them when he came back. But she still wrote to him, almost daily in fact. The letters had become her journal but she had never liked the idea of writing to herself, so she wrote them to her father.
She dipped her quill and had just taken it to the paper when the door opened. She had not expected anybody else to come here, but now that she thought about it – the desk moved to the window, the desk the only thing without dust – somebody obviously came her at least some times. How stupid was she? It could be a trap.
In her surprise her hand flew away from the paper and almost knocked the ink bottle over. It rocked back and fourth a few times and several drops of ink went spinning to the floor, she grabbed it and once it had settled she turn to face her visitor, half rising from her chair.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 14, 2007 0:04:27 GMT -5
It was quiet area of the castle, one where not too many strayed merely because not much happened in the area. And because of the location, she knew it would be hard for people to hear her, though on occasion she had to ask Peeves to leave. Even when he didn't, it wasn't so bad. Peeves was actually a weird fellow, mean sometimes, but she didn't mind his company too much. Though, she didn't think he enjoyed her too much, especially when she didn't get some of the things he said or did, and she kind of thought he was funny when he was trying to be mean.
It was a great place to practice magic on her own when Drew wasn't able to help her and for some reason or other the Room of Requirement wouldn't work. Why it didn't always work, she wasn't sure, but it didn't. The desk by the window worked well to set her book(s) up on to read by when needed, and she'd gone to carrying around the stolen cushion from the Gryffindor common room again, finding it easy to now that she got the hang of reducio.
However, when she entered this time, she found an unexpected person. It definitely wasn't Drew and it wasn't anyone else that she knew. But, she was surprised that the girl seemed just as startled as she felt. The ink toppling to the floor wasn't a good thing, and while she had her wand in her hand, she didn't know any spell that could've stopped it from crashing to the floor. Thankfully the person seemed pretty nimble and caught it.
"Are you on your House team?" the blonde asked without so much as a hello. By the looks of things, the girl could very well play chaser, or possibly even seeker.
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Post by nakia on Nov 14, 2007 0:23:04 GMT -5
"I...uh...just got on it. Alternate." She didn't like giving away that much information and certainly wasn't going to tell a total stranger that she had never actually played Quidditch and really shouldn't be on the team. "Why?" The first part had been stuttered and a bit confused but now her voice switched to sharp suspicion. She sat back down, slowly, but stayed tense and did not take her hand off of the ink bottle even though it was now quite still.
Her eyes carefully surveyed the room, looking for what could be an advantages and disadvantages if it came to a fight. Already playing out how things would go in her head.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 14, 2007 0:33:16 GMT -5
"It was amazing, your reflexive actions to stop the bottle," she told the girl. She'd been quick. If the girl was a miggle born, though she wouldn't ask due to more recent events, Felicity could see her playing sports. Whether she was just as quick on her feet as she was with her hands, of course she didn't know, but the blonde could see her playing some kind of sport or other.
The tone of the girl's voice didn't even bother Felicity in the slightest, she was too in awe of wonderment of what position the girl was an alternate for. Felicity had only made the team that year when she'd finally been allowed to attend Hogwarts so she wasn't an expert, but the girl had been quick. Perhaps she played keeper, that would make sense. The way she'd gone for the bottle of ink like nothing at all, she could very well have gone for a quaffle the same way.
"I'm on the Gryffindor House team," Felicity explained. "I play chaser. What position do you play?"
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Post by nakia on Nov 14, 2007 0:43:09 GMT -5
"You got to be quick. If your not the fastest your the one who gets caught." She said, relaxing a little bit, but not by much. She let go of the bottle, which she had been holding onto in case she needed to use it as a projectile. Ink could really bug you if it got all in your eyes. Nakia had played many sports as well as danced but her reflexes had come from a lifetime of training from her father. She was quick because she always had to be quick.
"Good for you. I'm a Hufflepuff. I play alternate." Her voice lost the sharp edge a bit but remained just as untrusting as is had been before.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 14, 2007 0:52:07 GMT -5
It was kind of funny, that was what Felicity had actually told Celina when they decided to go into the Forest. You had to be quick, or at least quicker than everyone else, the exact reason why they trained in running everywhere for a full week before entering the Forest, and only to end up caught by two professors. Of course, the whole experience ended badly, as did the relationship between Celina and Felicity. Two completely different stories, but one memory.
Felicity noted how long the girl held onto the bottle, but didn't make mention of it, perhaps she'd forgotten she was holding onto it, Felicity did stuff like that all the time. Forgetting something was in her possession, and now and again she actually did throw it without meaning to, it just happened.
The answer from the girl wasn't very satisfying, she'd already told Felicity she was an alternate. Most of the alternates had specific areas positions they trained for, or at least she thought they did. Maybe the girl was an alternate for all positions, come to think of it, she thought maybe that's what Alexander did, but she wasn't entirely sure.
And the girl was in Hufflepuff, she liked those she'd met from the House, they were all really nice, but she wasn't sure about the answer she received, maybe she'd said something wrong? It wasn't unlikely for her to have done so.
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Post by nakia on Nov 14, 2007 1:02:26 GMT -5
Nakia smiled a bit, satisfied that her answer had thrown the older girl so much she did not reply. Or at least that was the way that she saw the situation playing out. After a long moment of thought in which she assed the situation again and chose the name that this person would know her by she said, "I'm Sally. Who are you?"
She could not stand to be sitting down while restrained by the desk, just waiting for something to happen and her to be trapped. So she stood up, moved the ink to the windowsill and her papers to one corner of the desk and then sat down on the desk. From hr current position it would be easer to escape if needed.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 14, 2007 23:20:03 GMT -5
There was a lull, and Felicity wasn't sure if she should carry on with something or if she should just turn around and go find a really empty classroom somewhere else. She couldn't practice with someone watching, especially when she was so horrible with wandwork. But, just as she was making a deciding factor in her mind, which was to leave, the girl suddenly handed her name over. That was extremely not expected.
"Sally's a really pretty name," she told the Hufflepuff, not sure if she should answer or not. Then again, she could come up with multiple answers to her inquiry that were as she'd answered Felicity about what position she played on the House team.
Felicity's light brown eyes watched as the girl moved about, but she didn't offer up her name. She felt she was getting slightly better about things, about trying not to feel too awkward around people, but at other times she couldn't help herself.
"Felicity," she finally answered.
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Post by nakia on Nov 14, 2007 23:34:06 GMT -5
"Not really. It's a bit to common for me. I like yours though...it sounds different. Like a last name...is it your last name?" She asked. She did not think that it sounded very much like a last name but wanted to find out if it was her last name or her first and if she stumbled then she would most likely determine that it was a false one. Nakia stood up and went and leaned against the wall. She was edgy still, nervous, and that made her restless. After a few moments of just standing by the wall she began to fiddle with the blinds, but her eyes never left the older girl.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 14, 2007 23:42:24 GMT -5
"No, Felicity is my first name," she answered. She thought Sally was pretty, she didn't really know anyone named Sally. Though, Felicity thought it sounded strange the girl said her name was too common for her. "My dad picked it out. He wanted it to be something that sounded free and he liked how it sounded." She wasn't sure if different was really good, but the girl said she liked it, which was nice.
Since her mum had named Raquel, then her dad David and Jared, and her mum Meredith and Fawn, when they found out there was another child on the way, she was told her dad wanted to name her. He liked how it sounded, and apparently he liked what it was supposed to mean as well.
"My last name's Hjort," she continued. "It's Danish." She figured since the girl inquired if her first name was her surname, she should be nice and tell her.
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Post by nakia on Nov 14, 2007 23:55:44 GMT -5
"Oh, well, that just makes it an even cooler name." She said with a grin. But she was grinning because she was glad to have gained the Felicity's last name. Her name brought cats to Nakia's mind. She returned to the top of the desk and began to fidget with a piece of paper. "So...what brings you here?" She asked as she folded the paper into a plane. She through it at the bored and watched as it drifted for a moment then spiraled to the ground and crashed. I don't think anybody survived that crash! I must be very fiery as well. And this set off a chain reaction in her mind and soon she wasn't fidgeting as much because half her mind was creating a story about a plane crash.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 15, 2007 0:12:00 GMT -5
A grin crossed the Gryffindor's lips with the compliment from the younger girl. Felicity liked her name, and even more so because her dad had chosen it, it just made her feel a much more special bond with him than she already had. And really, she thought her name suited her, the way it flowed and rolled off the tongue. Though, she hardly said her own name, but she liked how it sounded when others said it, unless they were mad at her. Like when Drew tended to say her name when he was upset about something she'd done or said, she didn't like it so much then.
"I was just looking for some place to work," Felicity told her. It was the truth, but not the whole truth. Felicity wasn't a good liar, but she didn't see any reason to lie either. She wanted to work on her wandwork, and that was work, right?
Her eyes followed the paper plane as it crashed to the floor. She knew what they were, and she thought they were kind fun to play with herself. "What about you?"
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Post by nakia on Nov 16, 2007 23:13:17 GMT -5
"I was looking for a place to write, and I found here. So I started to and then you came in." She explained as she went to pick up the paper plane. She stooped down quickly and snatched it up, not wanting to let the girl out of her sight for to long. She fiddled with it for a moment until the tip was straightened out again. Then she tossed it straight up into the air and caught it when it spiraled down again. During this she had taken her eyes off the girl again and when she caught it her eyes jumped back to the girl. “So, what are you working on?”
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Nov 16, 2007 23:44:22 GMT -5
The light brown eyes of the blonde watched the girl as she played with the paper plane. It'd been a while since she'd made them with Freddy. He loved to play with them, and paper sailboats. They weren't nearly as fun as paper planes, but he liked them a lot. And it was fun helping her nephew place his plastic animals on the boats to see how many they could get into one before it sank or wasted away in the depths of whatever water they were able to get their hands on. Whether the bathtub, a pond at one of the parks, or the sink, it was fun to play with.
"Ho--homework," she answered. While it wasn't entirely truthful, it really was the truth. Wandwork was homework, even if it wasn't assigned directly by the Professors. It was stuff she had to do with Drew, he wanted her to practice.
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Post by nakia on Nov 19, 2007 19:44:46 GMT -5
She nodded, satisfied with the answer. "You want to be left alone? I can go find somewhere else to finish my letter." She offered. She was a little more at ease with the person, she did not seem to be a threat and her story was reasonable.
(GAH! I'm suffering from total writers block and brain dead)
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