Sarirah Isis Mars
Gryffindor
First Year
[on:Taking your version of reality and flipping it ][of:What! So Im not online. Big Whup!]
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Post by Sarirah Isis Mars on Apr 28, 2009 15:41:33 GMT -5
Sarirah walked down the stairs of the girl dormitory. She had just woken up. She stretched her arms above her head and bent down. A waking technique of hers.She blamed her body and the sun. They weren't very friendly to her. She was expecting to sleep later, but as usual she woke up a bit before sunrise. She grabbed her song book and her sketch pad.
She got to the bottom of the stairs and looked at everyone.There were a few people in the common room, not too many but not too empty. She spied and empty chair and walked towards it. She pulled the chair up to the window. The sun was just rising when she sat down. The trees made it look even more beautiful than when it just rose. People got up really early just to see it. She wasn't interested in going to classes but she knew she had to. The weekend ended too soon. She took out her pencil and started her picture. She wanted to draw it perfectly.
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Christian Nagle
Gryffindor
Second Year
...at the first pluck of the heartstrings...
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Post by Christian Nagle on May 18, 2009 21:12:59 GMT -5
He had read the letter - how many times? 16? maybe more? - one more time, smiling. Dearest Christian, I know it's silly to write and send a letter to you when I'm just around the corner, but there's something more romantic about this style of communication than simply trying to bump into you in the corridors or sneaking looks across the Great Hall during supper or breakfast. It's like I'm actually here with you, wherever you are in the castle, sitting there with you; to know that I have touched this parchment and you are now touching this parchment, it's a form of magic that they can't teach here at Hoggy Warts! . I just wanted to write to you and say that I'm thinking about you while struggling through mind-bogglingly boring Potions homework. It's not that I can't do it; it's quite simple, actually; it's just that I have no desire WHAT SO EVER to do it. I suppose you'll understand when you get into 5th year. But how are you, mon ami? Thought anymore about coming to Africa with me this summer holiday? I'd love to go up the mountains with you, watch a Zulu sunset. Dip our feet in the Indian Ocean! Go and see Onti-Fua (the medicine woman) near the Gold Mines! Thinking of it gives me chills of excitement! Please think seriously on it.
Anyway, I ought to resume this homework. I remain yours (and yours alone),
Always, Lukas.Butterflies awoke and flew up through his stomach, and he felt lightheaded. He'd received it from a school owl assigned to him just yester-eve and it had preoccupied his entire weekend. This weekend certainly had passed ever so quickly! And now, as the sun rose and dripped into the Gryffindor Common Room, Chris smiled knowing that this "letter magic" gave him a chance to see the sun rise with Luke. He was thinking on spending the summer holidays away from the gloom of the Giry "chateau". His stepfather despised him, so why continue to live in the neglect and (potential) malice of this wicked man? And last summer, he'd become more suspicious as to Papa Nagle's true cause of death. An accident or a murder? His mum would never tell. So maybe an actual holiday, not some weekend get-away to London to visit Caleb and Scott (Caleb's partner), would suffice. A new girl slipped into the seat nearest him and pulled out a pencil and paper. She looked pretty intent on capturing this sunrise, and Chris watched her work, fascinated. How could people see this and then accurately duplicate it on paper? "Excuse me?" He muttered lightly, not entirely sure if he wanted to break her concentration. "Er - are you an artist?"
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