Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 26, 2008 1:29:41 GMT -5
He grinned slightly as she neared closer, although in his mind a red flag was going off. Revenge? Surely she wouldn't be thinking about... " Ooph! " Em yelled out as she splashed him back, his hands going up to his face to shield his eyes from the water. He spread his hands out so he could see through the spaces in between his fingers and peeked out at the girl. " It wasn't... " He lowered his hands back into the water once he was sure she wasn't going to splash him again. " Cheating. You just weren't ready yet. " He said with a confirming nod of his head and a joking smile.
He pretended to think this over, tapping lightly on his chin before moving a bit closer to the girll. " What did you have in mind? " He asked, reaching for Matty's hand with his own. He was happy. Happy to be there with her, happy to be swimming, as he hadn't done that in quite some time, and happy to just have fun. Senseless fun, but a good time as always. He smiled slyly back at Matty as his hand grasped hers and he pulled her a little closer.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 26, 2008 1:43:37 GMT -5
Of course, Matty wasn't honestly accusing him of cheating. His race to the water had been all in competition and playful meaning, and she wasn't getting upset about it. It was just fun to toy with this idea, a little. When Emeric stated that he hadn't been cheating, and the girl simply wasn't ready yet, she couldn't help but let her act down. The girl didn't know what more to say, or how far to stretch the jesting idea of him cheating a race, so she didn't push it at all. Matty just playfully rolled her eyes, despite the fact that it was dark. "Sure, Em. I believe you." her voice was still teasing.
A few moments after he had questioned her on a reward, the Hufflepuff felt the Slytheirn take her hand, pulling her in to wards him. Matty allowed herself to move closer to him, letting her hand slowly lace with his. For another time that night, the girl was now a mere few inches away from him, only this time, they were both treading water. "Oh, I'm not sure. Just something simple." she finally replied to his question, her head quirking slightly, wondering what exactly he planned on doing. It was quite obvious what she was getting at, but Matty liked to leave this options open, as she has realized never to expect, or underestimate what Em had up his sleeve for her.
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Emeric Troy III
Slytherin
Fifth Year
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 0:15:15 GMT -5
Em kicked at the water, his neck and head still above surface, his hair plastered down to his forehead and neck from the water. He ducked under the water, ruffling his hair slightly under the water and resurfacing, his hair looking a bit more spiky and poky than before. “ Oi, you should believe me. “ He mentioned, giving the water in front of him a light splash although his intentions weren’t exactly to splash Matty, but more or less to give himself something to do beside work at remaining above the water. Breathing was best when it came to swimming, after all. He grinned slyly at the hufflepuff girl across from him, hoping she didn’t find his strange habits annoying or too weird.
Their fingers laced together and Em sunk slightly lower down, letting the waters surface touch the bottom of his chin. As he grinned at her, he lifted up his shoulders into a shrug. “ Something simple… “ He said, giving the idea a moment of contemplation. He put on a look of thought, as if he really needed to think of something. His face brightened as he pretended to come up with a brilliant idea. The idea had been there when she first mentioned that she should really get the reward, and he pulled her even more closer to him. “ C’mere… “ He said with a sly grin, leaning in to kiss her. And just before his lips met hers, Em dove under water, pulling Matty down with him as their hand were still intertwined. It might not have been her idea of a reward, but he found some humor in it all the same.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 27, 2008 0:51:54 GMT -5
"Oi, you should believe me." Matty nodded slowly, a mischievous smile still on her face. "Mmm, I do." she remarked, although the teenager's voice wasn't all that convincing. The girl watched as Em splashed the water around sightly, which either was to splash her, or keep himself up. She didn't mind too much, after all, Matty couldn't get much wetter than she already was. After a moment's thought from the Slytherin, the girl allowed herself to be pulled closer to him yet again. As he leaned into kiss her, the Hufflepuff grinned slightly, thought within no more than a second, she was pulled under water by Emeric.
The teen managed to let out a small squeal before being plunged through the dark, star-spotted water. As she was pulled down, Matty continued to hold onto the boy's hand. Her eyes stung when she finally opened them. The girl hadn't known what to expect when underwater, but it seemed like any other beach. The pale sand underneath them seemed to glow under the moon, and the water was rather fuzzy and blue. When they had stopped the short dive, Matty turned to head to face Em, bubbled escaping from her mouth as she made a stupid attempt to laugh. After a few moments, the teenager began t felt herself rising up to the surface, due to the air still in her lungs. What a wonderful reward.
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Emeric Troy III
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Fifth Year
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 7:13:01 GMT -5
He swam and kicked until he could swim no longer, and finally he pushed himself back, breaking the surface and taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air. He took a few moments to steady his breathing before he neared Matty again. " Nah, that's not even the best part... " He said, a small smirk on his face as he did so. He tilted his face down and made to place a small kiss on Matty. Whether or not she let him kiss or, or took revenge, he would have to wait and see. He hoped, though, that she didn't mind it so much. Then again, maybe revenge might be a bit of fun.
Either way, after it was all through and done, Em gave Matty's hand a short little squeeze and released it, kicking himself backwards, doing a bit of a somersault and forcing himself under water. He really couldn't believe that he could be swimming. At a beach. In January. In a school. But it was real, or as real as he needed it to be, and it was fun. He pushed off of the ground which sent him back up, his head bobbing lightly in the water as he worked to keep himself up. It wasn't too hard, but it had been a while since Em had been swimming. "So, Matty. What's your favorite class? " It had dawned on the Slytherin that while he felt he knew a good amount about the good, he didn't really know small little details.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 27, 2008 7:25:17 GMT -5
Joining Emeric as he bobbed back up to the surface, Matty sucked in the air that filled her lungs with relief. It had been so long since she had been swimming, let alone at a beach. Generally in the warmer months the teenager would swim or muck around the lake, which was fun, but nothing compared to the beach. It was an entirely different thing. The sand, the salt water, the washing waves, the entire scene. It was so amazing to be able to access that kind of thing at Hogwarts. She watched as Em neared her, mentioned that the drive hadn't been the best part. Though she had been planning to act with slight pout, the girl gave in as the boy placed a kiss on her lips. She was a sucker for that kind of thing. "Gee, I dunno Em. That plunge into the water was pretty hard to beat." she added with a sarcastic, though playful tone.
The Hufflepuff felt him squeeze her hand, before letting him drift away. Although she liked being so close to him, when trying to tread water, it was a little more difficult than on land. The girl also ducked her head under water, brushing the stray hair from her eyes. Every time she did so, Matty felt more and more refreshed by the water. Whether that was because it was magic, or simply the beach, she didn't quite know. Once the teen had come back up to the surface, she heard Emeric ask about her favorite class. It took her a moment to decide, but she answers within a few seconds. "Well, Defense against the Dark Arts used to be my favourite. But I guess Charms or Transfiguration is now." the girl answered. "How about you?"
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 7:37:25 GMT -5
After the small, salty kiss, Em laughed at her sarcastic tone of speaking, going with it as he said, " Well, well well. Must have out done myself this time. " He grinned his playful and teasing grin and gave another chuckle. The fourth year moved more towards the shore so he could stand, have use of his hands, and not have to flail around in order to keep up. Not very cool, to be sure. Once his feet were planted into the sand, Em turned to look back to Matty as he looked down to the ocean floor. He wasn't really looking for anything in particular, just looking for the sake of looking. He thought about the question he had asked her. He didn't actually mind any of his classes, really. But he supposed if he had to choose, he rather liked history and potions.
Defense Against the Dark Arts had been a lot of people's favorite before it was taken away, and just as in the case with Matty, he found that Transfigurations and charms became a substitute for it, although it was a slightly watered down version of it. It was a substitute in that way, but also because the charms and Transfig professors had to pick up some of the slack from not having that class at all. He looked back up to Matty from where he had been looking through the water. " I like potions and history. Although Griffiths can be strange sometimes, he is a good teacher. Charms is okay as well. I've never really taken to any of my lessons too, too much. " He usually just ' got by. ' Which wasn't hard to do at all.
" Color? " He asked, having no idea if he knew this already or if he should know it.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 27, 2008 7:58:37 GMT -5
Matty grinned back at his following comment. "Well, well well. Must have out done myself this time." The girl laughed lightly before replying. "Don't you always?" sure, it was rather a rhetorical and teasing question, and so the teen didn't really expect him to reply to that. It was said to just hang about if there was nothing else to say. The girl noticed as Em made his way more to wards the shore, and decided that it was a good idea to do so, for the same reasons he had. Slowly and surely enough, Matty reached sand, having to be a little further in to shore than the boy, due to the fact that her height wasn't as tall as his.
The girl kept the distance between them at about a meter, letting her hands swish gently around in the water around her. She listened as Emeric mentioned about his own favorite class. Although she did like History a Fair amount, mainly due to the teacher, Potions, his latter class wasn't her best. She didn't mind most of her classes, but it was simply the fact that she wasn't that good at Potions, which made the class allot more difficult. "Yeah, Griffiths can be a bit quirky. Though not more so than Atwood used to be. He's quite the nice person, actually." Matty mentioned casually with a soft smile. Color?" A little surprised, but not totally unexpected. "Purple, orange and green for sure. Yourself?" she asked.
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 8:18:22 GMT -5
He laughed a soft laugh at her comment, just giving the comment a soft shrug. It was rather rhetorical, he knew, as there wasn't much one could say to something like that so he just smiled at Matty. He turned his head downwards, once again looking to the ocean floor. The sand was mostly what he saw, catching a glimpse of a few critters here and there as well. He stepped carefully as he explored, not wanting to get bitten, stung, or attacked by anything that could cause too much damage.
He alternated his glances from downwards so he didn't step on anything poky, and up again to the Hufflepuff girl who had made her way towards him. Quirky. He gave a small smirk, thinking that quirky was really only one of many words that people could use to describe. He was always good and level headed with his and Matty's year, but he had heard rumors of him just exploding on the upperclassmen.
" Atwood... He was the Hufflepuff head of house, right? " He asked, knowing who the man was but he was unsure whether or not the man had been the house's leader during his time at the school. Head's of houses and professors both left often enough that it was sometimes hard to keep track of the professors from the past four years that Em had been attending the school. " I've laways wondered about Griffiths... " He said, trailing off slightly. ' Purple, orange and green for sure. ' Purple and green went together, at least Em guessed they did. But orange? It sounded random to him. " Me... Green. andd.... black I guess. Not exactly all that diverse. And red, too I guess. " He said with a shrug.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 27, 2008 8:36:54 GMT -5
As Matty edged in to wards the shore a little more, exposing more of her upper body, she felt a small breeze ripple through the beach. It gave her a few goosebumps over her shoulders, and she she bobbed down into the water, finding that the temperature was slightly more comfortable in the water than out of. The breeze wasn't exactly cold, but the wind on her wet skin made it so. Her green eyes gazed around as she gazed along the top of the water, looking at the odd reflections that the ocean made for the star and moon. They seem to swim and dance before her eyes, appearing to sparkle and glitter on the dark water.
Turning to wards the shore for a brief moment, Matty glanced to the fire, and across the rest of the room. It was then she spotted a rack of surfboards, body boards and kick boards stacked up. The girl turned back to Em, before stating "I'll be back." she quickly shuffled up to the shore, approaching the rack and hooking a couple of long boards under her arms. For surfboards, they were reasonably light, but rather long. Once Matty reached the water, she slid them along the surface, letting the longer of the two glide to wards Em. Even though they could stand, it was an amusement to have the boards there, for the heck of it.
The Hufflepuff arrived back in time to listen to what the Slytherin was saying about Atwood. She nodded, adding "Yeah, that was him." she said, before brining out her board to a little out from where they had been standing. She slid herself onto it, lying flat on her stomach, her head facing Emeric. The teen folded her arms to wards the front of the board, letting her chin sit on her arm. "I've always wondered about Griffiths." After this, Matty wasn't too sure if he meant about his teaching methods, or general personality. "Whaddya mean?" she asked curiously, a smile matching her emotion. Green, Black and Red. They could fit, and they couldn't. It just deepened. "Well, at least theres one in common." the girl pointed out.
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 9:02:12 GMT -5
Em bent his knees, letting himself sink down lower into the water, letting the water barely touch his bottom lip. He could taste the salty water on his lips, and also the memory of Matty's lips. He grinned slightly at the mere thought of it, trusting himself to know that it wasn't really the time for that, and they were talking. Not only that but it was a bit of a turn off to be talking about Professor Griffths while thinking about kissing Matty. (haha) So he pushed the idea away as he looked up to see the girl gone. A look of confusion crossed his features as he looked towards the shore and spotted her. What was she... surfboard? Was she trying to kill him? He shrugged his shoulders, unsure what to do with the board as she slid it towards him.
He reached out and turned the board, looking at it slightly as he leaned on it, watching Matty's motions. He quirked his head at her as she asked what he meant about Professor Griffiths. " Oh, you know.. all the rumors that go around about him goin' all bonkers on the upperclasses. I wonder if it's true. " He wasn't particularly close to anyone above fifth year, so he wouldn't really know.
He laughed, saying. " Yeah, one's enough. Got any random questions you'd like to ask? " He questioned her, pressing his hands lightly to the board, tempted to ask Matty what to do with it. He didn't want to try and get on the thing and fall off, embarassing himself in the process, and he didn't want to have to ask. He was stubborn, so he stood where he was and moved the surfboard back and forth in the water a few centimeters at a time in front of him. He looked back up to Matty, guessing that the fifth year appreciated the ' random question game ' just as much as the next person.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 27, 2008 9:36:34 GMT -5
When Emeric explained what he meant about Griffiths, the realization clicked in her head. Now that he mentioned it, the girl's mind spun through the different snippets of conversations she had heard at breakfast and through corridors. Apparently the Professor had gotten right out-of-it in one of his classes with the older students, which had resulted in detentions and such. Before now, the teenager hadn't considered the man to be quite possibly of something like that. Generally he seemed fairly calm and collected... but then again, people had totally different sides. Like Em, for example. He could be the outer guy, or the inner guy, tough, or a goofball. Matty could act mature and intelligent, or she could be rebellious and spontaneous. It was just based on the situation and crowd, really.
So she nodded again slightly. "I heard about that, and yeah, I'm curious to know the full story." Matty agreed. The girl wasn't too sure who else was in his NEWT classes, but she was sure that there would be someone she knew that may know, or know of the story. That would be something to look at at a later time though. After all, the teen wasn't about to drop everything now and walk down to the Great Hall in her swimmers and ask around. Though the tough was a little amusing, to see other student's reactions.
The Badge considered his question for a moment. "Whats your favorite hobby?" she asked him after a little while, stilling lying on the board. The movement of the waves rocked her a little, but it quite calming. The girl watched with interest as the boy appeared to stand there, holing onto the board. "It won't bite, Em." she teased him, unfolding her hands and dipping them into the water to paddle a little further to wards him. Matty couldn't remember who taught her the basics of surfing, lying on a board, at the least, but she had a suspicious it may have been on of her friends back home.
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 9:56:09 GMT -5
Em couldn't exactly remember who he had heard the rumors from, or if he had heard them from someone specifically at all. It was likely that he had just heard the whispers of it in the halls, things like that spread quickly around Hogwarts. If it had to do with a teacher, it was probable that someone was going to find out and talk about it to everyone. But something like that, exploding on a class, Em found the idea slightly comical because he had only ever seen the man in a relaxed, albeit injured at times, state. He was a decent teacher.
" Oh, yeah. What I want to know is what in the blazes did the students do to get kicked out, or leave, whichever happened? " He wasn obviously not too certain on the details of the story. Hobby? Em was tempted to say that he didn't have any hobbies, because he couldn't think of anything he liked to do that would be considered a hobby. He stood up to his full height, the water now coming up to his chest as he swished the board around, completely clueless about it. " Oh, I dunno.. I fancy quidditch. Social gatherings, parties when I'm at home. Things like that. " He gave an off handed shrug, quickly asking, " And you? "
' It won't bite, Em. ' The boy looked down to the board and back to Matty. " I know... I just.. have no idea what to do with it. " He admitted, watching as the girl headed towards him on her own surfboard, moving with ease. And she didn't even fall off, either.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jun 27, 2008 10:11:08 GMT -5
Matty noted that Em made another good point about the whole Griffiths situation. It wasn't often that student go so fed up that they left the class, especially in numbers, as she had heard. It was more common that the Professor would be the upset one, and therefore send out a student. There must have been a good reason though, if it resulted in a chain reaction. Matty just wondered what could have been so bad to set off the Professor? It was odd enough as it was. The teen added in a soft "Mmm." to show that she agreed with what he said again.
The girl listened to Emeric as he answered her question. Quidditch, parties and social events of the such. This just reminded her that even though they were from different scenes, there were still links in their interests and likes. "Sounds pretty cool," she said honestly, a smiling. "Mostly music gigs and playing soccer, which is a muggle sport." Matty replied, adding on the last bit in case the Slytherin wasn't familiar with with Soccer, or as it's proper name was, Soccer. The girl couldn't help but chuckle slightly when Em confessed as to not knowing what do with the surfboard. "Well, you can use it to lie on or sit on. If you're feeling extra dangerous, you could always try surfing." Matty suggested, before letting her legs dangle on either side of the board, sitting up now, quite balanced. "Just lift yourself up onto the middle of the board, and try and keep balanced." she said with a playful grin, wondering if he was going to attempt to get up or now.
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jun 27, 2008 10:41:52 GMT -5
He grinned slightly as he thought about walking out of a class. He knew he would have to be pushed rather far by someone, teacher or fellow student, to actually just leave the classroom. The consquences would be more than he would be willing to bargain for, plus as his father said, it was always better to just fly under the radar than cause too much trouble for yourself or anyone else for that matter. He turned and nodded his head slightly as he listened to what Matty liked to do for fun. " Music gigs? " He questioned, knowing what she meant but wondering if there was anything else to say about it. Soccer... he remembered it was a muggle sport and smiled at her reminder of it.
Even though she had grown up around that sort of thing, Em hadn't and it was good to know that she was okay with it. He stared down at the board, listening to the girl's words of instruction. " I won't fall off? " He asked, looking up with a slightly amused and slightly stunned look on his face. If he could just be sure that he didn't fall off then he wouldn't be as skeptical about it. Giving a small reluctant sigh about it, Emeric pulled himself up on the board, a little wobbly at first. He held onto the sides of it, letting his legs fall back into the water on each side, straddling it the board as he did so. " Now.. what? " He asked, taking extra care as he sat up slightly. He was balanced alright, for now.
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