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Post by jethro on Jun 15, 2007 5:46:52 GMT -5
Yes, it was true. Jethro hadn't really been around for a while, but there was always meaning with that. His whole fight with Maddy had sent the boy into a dark mood, but since that whole thing down in the kitchens had happened with Summer, the boy didn't know how to react. For starters, everything got better in his life. He could work spells easily, he had been happier, more awake and fun-loving. Yet in all this high spirited joy, he had let things slip a bit. In truth, the boy's own brother had owled Jethro about some 'family conflict'. In reality, his father and grandfather had fought about some recent thing. The whole issue about the Elevens and the kidnappings and such, they were attempting to bring home Jethro, but as his Grandfather thought he needed this change, as they persisted to fight for Jet's attendance at Hogwarts. Many nights had he spent doing homework, before sending long letters home on the happening at Hogwarts, trying to prove his point of staying here. He loved it. Jethro had a whole new family, some of which he had mentioned in the letters. Besides, he was getting so good with his wand work, the Jarrah stick that help every essence of magic within it. The boy simply couldn't go. So between rushed eating, classes, homework and writing these letters, you wouldn't have seen the Gryffindor boy around much. But thus, there he was. Bored. Now that the fights had finally settled to an extent, the boy had still been able to finish all his homework and such, before having nothing else to do. Out he wandered around dinner time, knowing not many people would be around in the Corridors. He wanted to think, just about why he was here in general. After a while, the first year had found his way to the Third Floor Corridors, and resting in one in particular. A ball had been lying around somewhere, as Jet had stumbled upon it, eventually bouncing the old thing against the wall. Bounce. Bounce. Thump. were the sounds ringing around the corridor at this time of evening. If only he had something better to do. [Open  ] |
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Post by Fyona Richards on Jun 15, 2007 19:44:05 GMT -5
((couldn't stay away  ) The owl fluttered all the way to the ceiling of the corridor and Fyona gave her a nasty look. Sometimes Iradi could be so irritating. She only did things when she wanted to, and she only left to send letters when she was bribed or felt the most comfortable. Iradi was a good bird, Fyona did not even think that, it was just that Fyona also wanted things done when she wanted them. So the two clashed when it came to matters of when they needed each other. When the tawny owl wanted some extra bacon from breakfast, she had to wait until the red head had finished scribbling out her history of magic homework. When Fyona wanted to send off three letters to various people, the bird wanted to get her beauty sleep. It was a healthy relationship when it came to companionship, but when they actually needed something from the other...that was a different story. As of now Iradi was too busy flying around above the auburn girl's head to care about a letter. Fyona on the other hand was too busy getting annoyed with the bird to worry about her not wanting to go out in the light drizzle that had started outside. "Come down here!" she shouted at her bird. Iradi only hooted and then continued to fly down the corridor. Iradi had come in through a second story window where Fyona was just doing her work. She had stiff competition with Shari, and even though the two were not on bad terms, Fyona did not like how Shari was like.....Was like the shining star of their year. The Ravenclaw girl was always in the books and got good marks on her papers. Thus Fyona became more motivated to do her own work...from time to time. Iradi had dropped off a letter and Fyona had wrote out a reply right then and there, but the bird refused to go back out. She would never bite Fyona, but she would sort of nudge her away with her beak. The bird did so on this particular evening and then she had flown to the ceiling. Fyona had chased the bird all the way up to the third corridor. Some students stopped and stared, and even once she had almost ran into this one fourth year Huffle, but on Fyona had trudged. She cared not stares and looks. Finally she ended up at this corridor with Iradi still flying ahead. "Come 'ere!" she hollered in a thick Welsh accent. Iradi hooted again and took off once more. Fyona's eyes were looking up at the bird and not in front of her. So it was no wonder that she ran straight into someone --something. "Umph" was the soft sound uttered from her mouth as she collided with head and body. Three loud hoots sounded from above. |
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Post by jethro on Jun 15, 2007 20:22:47 GMT -5
( ;D )
The boy, still lost in his own little world, hadn't really been considering anyone, correction, anything to be in the corridor. The orange ball would bounce once of the ground in front of the wall, bounce once on the wall, then cascade through the air, making a thump as it landed back into the boy's hands. Over and over this procedure happened, until a noise erupted in his quiet corridor. Jethro's blue eyes shot up at once, almost scared, but more in a curious way. It wasn't everyday that those same things happened, but none the less strange things like this occurred within a span of time. The Gryffindor how experienced some pretty far out and weird things, but none yet like a girl chasing after an owl.
An owl, a tawny at that, followed by a girl with a striking hair colour. She seemed to be running after the owl. Figures, things like that happened allot at Hogwarts. Random things, that is. The boy didn't have time for the split second decision, because next thing he knew he was colliding with the girl. Clenching his teeth, the boy tumbled onto his back, shutting his eyes tightly and stiffening his body. They had taught him how to protect himself in football, for when you were tackled. As the cold ground hit his black jeans, dark green jacket and overall body, Jet kept his eyes shut. There was a weight somewhere on his stiff body, whether that was mentally or physically, the boy wasn't sure. Groaning slightly, Jethro let go of his tenseness. "You okay?" the Gryffindor mumbled in a hazy voice.
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Post by Fyona Richards on Jun 15, 2007 20:39:56 GMT -5
Fyona landed right on top of the boy, and her immediate thoughts were not of him. Am I hurt?!.......Oh. No, I'm good. That bird is not going to get table scraps for a week because of this. The girl slowly clambered off the boy and got to her feet wiping off her black shorts and checking for any signs of injury. Her face hurt, but that was only because she had run into him face first. She rubbed her freckled nose with hand to alleviate some of the discomfort she felt. She couldn't really consider it a pain, nor could she completely ignore the throb in her nose either. The throb was actually for her whole face, but how silly would she look rubbing her whole face after she just ran into someone? She thought she would look really silly so she just left it to her nose.
With a glance up at the howl Fyona straightened her white hoody. As if in apology Iradi landed on her shoulder and tried to nuzzle her owner, but Fyona would have none of it. She ignored her tawny friend and looked down to see what she had collided with. What she say made words of sorry spew forth from her lips. "I'm so so sorry. Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you. I'm not fat or anything so I don't think I crushed your lungs. See Iradi look what you did! I'm sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going." Basically she went on like this for a few more seconds before falling silent and then sticking out a hand to him to help pull him up. No blush from having un into him crept into her cheeks, and for that she was glad. That lightened her up a bit despite the fact that Iradi was still trying to cozy up to her.
Fyona shook her shoulder to get the bird off, but she wouldn't budge. The owl stayed put and just watched the brown haired kid on the floor. "Are you okay?" she asked again, only this time more softly than she had before. The initial irritation at Iradi slowly going away, and her surprise from hitting a solid object was too.
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Post by jethro on Jun 23, 2007 20:49:49 GMT -5
The boy, feeling slightly winded due to the impact and not her body weight (since she wasn't like an elephant or anything) looked around again. As she managed to clamber off him, the boy shook his head slightly, running a hand over the tender part of his head. Jethro was alright, he'd had worse falls in Football than this one, the Gryffindor just hoped the girl was alright. As a hand appeared in front of his blue eyes, the boy took it, still not able to bring out a word or two, before brushing off his black jeans, held up with a white studded belt. A small smile found it's way to the boy's face as the girl continued to ask if he was okay. "Yeah, I'm fine." he said, looking at the Tawny owl perched on her shoulder. "I'm guessing this is the Iradi you're talking about?" he asked, nodding his head to the bird on her shoulder. In truth, the Gryffindor didn't mind the slightest, being hit head on with a girl chasing after an owl, it would just give him something else to talk about with Ben once he got home, also, as a bonus, he would most likely be meeting another person, unless her owl flew off again and she insisted on chasing it. [Sorry I haven't been able to reply lately, I've been pretty busy  ] |
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Post by Fyona Richards on Jun 23, 2007 21:08:54 GMT -5
((it's okay))
He was a good sport about it and for that Fyona was able to put an easy smile on her face. It was when he spoke of Iradi that Fyona looked sideways at the bird on her shoulder. With two sets of eyes on her the bird pumped itself up and ruffled her feathers. Fyona shook her head and kissed her bird on the side of her face. Iradi hooted loudly at this right in Fyona's ear! "Yes, this is Iradi. Iradi meet the person who I knocked over. Person I knocked over, meet Iradi, my naughty bird. You can also meet me, Fyona." Fyona tried to count how many people she had run into so far at Hogwarts. As far as she knew this was the first. She had been bitten by several bugs, and she had been teethed by some ravenous plants. She had also been lost a number of times --too many times-- and she had even gotten into it with one of her fellow Slytherin mates. There was also one occasion where she was also almost squashed by a boy falling like rain. She was glad --or maybe not so glad?-- to say that this was the first time that she had ran full smack into a person. Her eyes looked down at the ground, as she had caught a blur of something before she had fallen to the ground.
There it was. A ball had rolled to one spot near the wall of the corridor. She went to retrieve it and then handed it over to the boy, none too shyly either. "Here you go," she handed the ball over and placed her hands behind her back.
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