Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 13, 2008 1:13:07 GMT -5
"It was harsh, but we found ways around it." Her usual smirk found its way to her face. She hoped he wouldn't ask farther about this. For some reason she didn't want him to find out what she did to other boys. She didn't want him to know how she manipulated people in the worst ways. She wanted him to like her for who she was now, not then.
She listened to his story. She liked his voice a lot. It wasn't too loud or harsh, it was just right. It reminded her of Jean, her friend who she was forbidden to speak to. She felt warm inside, hearing the voice that reminded her of her first true friend. When he said he was from Italy she grinned. Tallulah loved Italy. "I've been to Italy a few times. Rome and Tuscany mostly. My family owns a summer home in Tuscany. I love it there. It must have been amazing to grow up there."
She did notice the way he stopped short with what he was saying. She smiled to him sweetly, showing that she wasn't offended. "Wow, you got his wand? Thats very special. He must have loved you very much to give you such a precious gift." The gift of your wand to someone is a very precious gift. Dante was really something, Tallulah knew this. "No need to say sorry Dante. Everyone has things we like to keep private." She smiled again at the Ravenboy.
“You fight a pretty good snowball fight ya know that? Train by throwing snow at any siblings?”
As he said this he threw a snowball at her which was quite far off. She reached out and caught it in her hand, but when she caught the snowball it disintegrated into a lump of snow. She dropped the snow to the ground and sat up. Shaking her head she turned slightly to Dante. "Nope, just me. My parents only ever wanted one child. In retrospect I think it was best they didn't have more. I wouldn't want someone else to have to suffer through all the parties and boring events I had to."
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Dante Vroom
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Seventh Year
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 13, 2008 23:59:39 GMT -5
“Yeah, he left it in his will,” he was comfortable talking with people about that at least, death. “As I was the only one in family that wanted to go to Hogwarts. Neither brother has had the interest in becoming a wizard.” It was strange, his mother was a witch, yet she refused to use any magic, and dad was muggle born and never had the chance to learn magic.
Neither of his brother wanted to become wizards either. Or at least his Henrik did not want to, and little Immanuel was to young to understand any of it. But he would probably follow in his father's footsteps, like his parents had wanted. He was brought back from the daydream by her talking about traveling to Italy.
He was taken back by her traveling so much. He had been to Rome a few times “Rome is pretty nice, especially if you are into history.” He was taken back even more when she said that her family had a summer house in Tuscany. How rich were these people? “So aside from traveling threw Italy, have you been to much of the rest of the world?” Clearly she was from a high class family, and it intimidated Dante, to say the least.
She seemed cool enough though. Not some snobby rich kid, that particular brand annoyed Dante to no end. Instead, it seemed that 'real' was a good definition for the girl. And when she caught his poor throw and it turned to a pile of snow he shook his head at how bad a shot he was. “Nice catch” he smiled at the girl as he shook his head.
To be an only child, how dull that must have been, though with the cash her family must have had, she probably had entertainment anyway. And she made a good point that she wouldn't wish her parents on another kid. As cruel as it may have sounded, it made sense. “I think I let slip already that I had several siblings, or at least hinted at it. But yeah, I have two really bothersome brothers.” He thought particularly about his older brother, Henrik.
“Though I only see the younger,“ he raised his hand to his nose and rubbed the tip of it “ever since my older brother broke my nose, I don't see him much.” Despite talking about something that was quite painful, Dante smiled at the fact his brother had broken his nose. “Though in his defense, I might have deserved that one” he let out a chuckle. It was like a badge of honor to him, for some reason proud to have been punched in the nose.
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 14, 2008 0:32:37 GMT -5
Tallulah's smile faltered a little when he spoke about his family and how they didn't want to go to Hogwarts. She couldn't fathom how someone wouldn't want to go to school where they could learn how to use magic if it was in their blood. It just seemed insane to her. Then it hit her. He was a half-blood and it didn't bother her. She was raised to look down upon people like him, someone with only one wizard parent. Though, before coming to Hogwarts she would have never given a half-blood the time of day. Now, it all seemed silly. In that one second she thought about this she thought everything she was taught was just stupid.
"Well, I'm happy you're here." She grinned, reaching out her hand and touching his hand lightly. She pulled her hand back, setting it in her lap. "Both of my parents went here. Both in Slytherin." A light chuckle escaped her lips. Once in Slytherin, always in Slytherin.
"I've traveled a lot. We have friends and family all over. We visit them over the summer mostly. My favorite place in the world is Russia. The winters there are frigid but beautiful. Everything is icy and white. Like someone poured white paint over everything." Tal's eyes went to the courtyard in front of them, scanning the courtyard. "It looked like the courtyard. Just...perfect," She sighed happily. "Have you traveled a lot?"
She knew that when she spoke about her family most people didn't understand. Yes, they were beyond rich. She knew it. She almost wanted to hide this fact but once people head her last name it was hard to hide. The Skeffington clan was deep in their pure-blood love and their hatred of anything else. They were also known for this penchant to show their lifestyle off at any chance.
She looked back over to him when he spoke about his brothers. A small smile graced her lips. "Bothersome? What are they like?" She hoped that she wasn't prying too deep into his life, but Tallulah found it so interesting. His was different then hers. She never knew what it was like to share anything. She always had her way. With another glance over to Dante she asked, "Do they get into your stuff?"
He then answered her question, or well part of it. Her smile vanished when he said his brother broke his nose. That seemed like a very rash thing to do, breaking someone's nose. Her smile came back when he touched his nose lightly. "Well, your nose looks very handsome and I'm sure you didn't deserve it."
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Dante Vroom
Ravenclaw Prefect
Seventh Year
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 16, 2008 22:40:13 GMT -5
She spoke about being happy he was here, and Dante supposed he was happy to be there too. Both at the school, despite it being dull sometimes. And also outside in the snow tonight. Though he wondered which the girl was trying to get at with the comment. Saying anything about being happy she was there too was far to cliché for him.
The quick contact between the two was not lost to Dante, she took her hand back quickly. It was interesting to him that she would do such a thing. Probably more interesting in the sense that he did not understand the entire occurrence. But, she was not dwelling on it, so perhaps he should not either.
Instead she talked about places she had been. Dante had always wanted to visit Russia, he found their culture so interesting. So when she said it was one of her favorite places, with ice and snow like the courtyard his ears perked up. “I'm a big fan of Russia too. Though I've never been there, so you will have to tell me all about it some time.”
She really had a lot of money to travel the world like that though. Even if it was to visit friends Dante wondered how many times she had visited Russia. He had only heard of such families on the television. But had never known such families, or individuals.
He was then required to think where he had been before, something he rarely thought about. “I have traveled around a bit, by no means around the world though.” he smiled joking to her. “Aside from around Italy, I have been to Israel, Egypt, and Switzerland with my family. But I went to Greece by my self one time, now that was fun.”
When she questioned his use of the word Bothersome, he could not help but laugh. “Oh yes, when I am not at home things tend to disappear from my room, and when I get back it will not be mine anymore.” It really did not bother him though, most of the stuff his little brother took Dante would not miss. And if Immanuel could use it, more power to his younger brother. But if it was broken, so help him.
She said his nose was...handsome? Now there was one to turn red on. Dante focused on how he looked in terms of clothing, always being in dress shirts and pants. But he rarely thought much about things like his nose. So on such a compliment he could not help but turn bright red. “Well,” he started to try and explain his brothers action “Henrik and I never really saw eye to eye on a lot of things.” He could tell her how he loved pushing Henrik's buttons. Making his older brother angry almost every day. But it was just something best left between the brothers.
He shifted his weight so he was less resting on his hands, and crossed his legs to support himself more in an upright position. Reaching out to the side he brought his guitar back over to him, not bothering to put the strap over his shoulder. Instead he let it sit on his lap, holding down the frets he proceeded to pluck several strings.
It was not a particular song by any means, he was making up the music as he went. And not to his surprise, the same string was out of tune yet again. Another pluck on the out of tune string and it broke, again. Rather stop to repair the string though, he continued to play without it, not allowing the break to interfere with his playing. He then looked over at the girl, “How about you? Ever broken a bone?”
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 16, 2008 23:03:34 GMT -5
Tallulah grinned a lot today, well since she met up with Dante. She usually had a scowl on her face as she made her way around the school. But today she was all smiles. God help her if Emeric saw her this happy. He'd never let her live this down. That didn't matter right now to her at all.
"Really? Russia is amazing. It can be a bit dangerous there when your out at night but during the day the sights are amazing. The Kremlin in Moscow is gorgeous and Red Square is pretty cool. Slightly touristy but still beautiful." As she spoke her eyes went back to the courtyard, scanning the now mucked up snow from students shoes. "Anytime you'd like to hear about Russia I'll love to tell you. I have pictures in my dorm. I even have some muggle pictures! You know? The ones that don't move!"
He then spoke about the places he'd been over the years. She was very into traveling and seeing the sights of the world. When he said Egypt she looked at him, slightly jealous. "Oh, I've wanted to go to Egypt for ages. See the pyramids and ride a camel."
"And you went to Greece alone? How lovely! My mum would never let me travel alone. She thinks I'll run off with a mudblo-" Tallulah stopped, turning a shameful red. She couldn't believe she let that word slip. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "I-I'm sorry. I was raised to use that word without shame. Now that I've going here and away from my parents that word seems so...evil."
She sat silent there for a few seconds, waiting for Dante to get up and leave her or something. But he didn't. Inwardly she sighed, she was still ashamed she said that. Looking away again she regained whatever pride she could and spoke again, quieter this time.. "She thinks I'd run away and never come home."
When he spoke about his brothers she glanced at him. A very small smile broke out onto her face. She was still embarrassed. "I don't know what I would do if someone got into my stuff. Hex them or something.." She shrugged, now finding it within her to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry you two don't get along...Henrik and yourself."
When he got up she thought he was going to leave her there but instead he picked up his guitar and started playing. She closed her eyes and listened. He was quite good. Then she heard something snap, making her look over at Dante. It was a guitar string. She was about to repair it for him but he kept on playing. She grinned slightly at the sight of this. He still sounded awesome, even without that string.
“How about you? Ever broken a bone?”
"Well, some would say my heart is made out of hard bone. I broke that once, but no. I haven't and I don't plan on it. It sounds quite painful if you ask me." Her hand went absentmindedly to her own heart, feeling the sweater over her skin. She'd only had her heart broken once and it parents were the breaking point. Tallulah shook her head, not wanting to this of Jean right now.
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Dante Vroom
Ravenclaw Prefect
Seventh Year
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 17, 2008 0:15:24 GMT -5
“The pyramids were nice, but the real treat was a ride down the Nile.” Remembering the small boat he was stuck on watching everything pass by. He was a lot younger when he had gone to Egypt, so he could not remember a lot of the details.
He was caught off guard by her next comment. Mudblood was not one he got a lot. Perhaps it was because he rarely made comments about his heritage. It did not bother him though, and her quick realization and apology made it that more understandable. “No worries,” he gave her a smile trying to highlight that it was alright. “It's just a word anyway right? I'd be damned before I let a word get the best of me.” He was never sure why people let words get to them, usually they were foolish slang meant for a person to feel better at the expense of another. Why people would do such a thing was usually beyond the Raven's grasp. Aside from the occasional joking mock about Gryffindor perhaps. He leaned forward trying to catch her eyes, but being unsuccessfully he went back on his arms, before picking up the guitar.
Once the guitar was in hand and the string was broken he listened, It sounds quite painful if you ask me. Yeah you could call it painful. “A broken heart can take a lot longer to heal than any other part of the body” He stopped playing for a second and stared intensely into the black and white void of night and snow in front of them, “and it is something no doctor can fix.” He blinked and looking back over to her, smiling “but what a doctor can not fix, other people can mend.”
He recalled all the broken bones he had ever had. His nose was not really a bone, but it counted. “Breaking an arm is really something though, 'cuz if you break it just right, you can set it on a flat surface, and not be able to lift your hand by your wrist.” It was true, and a very scary experience when it had happen. “Though I would never want to repeat that.”
He continued to play his little made up tune. It wasn't that bad, even down one string. Every so often his finger would hit where the string was supposed to be, natural reaction and being so use to it being there. But the moments of silence were welcome in the music. He could hear the strings going quickly out of pitch. He would have to take a break soon in order to tune them again. “The strings are old, in the cold they lose their pitch quickly, and as you can see, snap easily too.”
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 17, 2008 0:45:23 GMT -5
She was still ashamed she let that word slip. It made her mouth taste like Skele-Gro. But hearing him say he wasn't mad at her made her heart skip a beat. She finally found the courage inside of her to turn to him and smile. Her cheeks flushed for a different reason now. She felt different after he wasn't mad at her. "Thanks. It's hard to break ideas that have been pushed into my mind forever." Her voice was meek, yet happy.
She sighed quietly as he spoke about broken hearts. They took ages to mend. Tallulah's hadn't yet. She was still reeling from the loss of Jean in her life. "They do take time. Mine is still trying to mend." She bit her lip, trying to find the words that wouldn't send her into tears. "At my old school I met this boy who changed my life. We didn't date at all, we didn't even like each other in that way. He was like a brother to me, but he was muggle born and my parents found out and dragged me here."
She didn't want to sound like a floozy or one of those overly emotional girls but when she spoke about Jean thats how she felt. "I don't understand how they could say those things about it. Nor how they almost convinced me they were right." She sighed again, this one being slightly sad. "I miss him dearly."
Letting all of her sadness go she turned her body toward Dante, watching him play. He spoke more about broken hearts and bones, making her grin. "You sure know a lot about breaking bones! You must be quite the adventurer." Tallulah's brown eyes found Dante's green ones. She noticed that his eyes had tiny specks of different colors in them. "Wow, your eyes are so pretty. They're like a kaleidescope of colors."
"I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar. I play violin and harpsichord. But guitar always sounds so cool. One day at my old school Jean and I snuck away and went to see a muggle band play. I had so much fun. The electric guitar sounded amazing." She glowed with the memory of this day. "I want to see more muggle bands. The atmosphere was just so wicked!"
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Dante Vroom
Ravenclaw Prefect
Seventh Year
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 17, 2008 14:39:10 GMT -5
“Hanging out with a muggle, and your parents brought you to another school?” Plucking away at the guitar still, he thought about what it must have been like for the girl. They did not seem like the best parents in the world. But they meant the best for their daughter right? He could only assume that was their goal.
He should not have been so shocked at the situation, after all his parents had moved him to England to go to a school. Granted he was not being forced to switch because of the people he was around. The story did remind him of someone, pausing, he took one hand and gripped the necklace deep under the cushioning of his coat.
He did understand that part very clearly. When she had to change schools, leaving behind her friend Jean must have been really hard for her. “For what it's worth, I understand how it feels to leave behind a friend.” Or perhaps in his case he was left behind.
He let out a chuckle when she made note of his ability to break his own bones. “Some might call me an adventurer” smiling at the thought his eyes managed to meet hers, deepening his voice trying to sound more heroic. “Others might find it reckless or clumsy, at the very least unlucky.” It was true he had a knack for breaking bones, arms, a leg, several fingers, all in good fun though, aside from the nose. “I like to think I'm just out looking for some fun, and maybe some trouble if I'm lucky.”
She kept finding ways to complement him, making his face blush in embarrassment more each time. The claim of his eyes as a kaleidescope was a new one though. “Your eyes are pretty cool too you know? They're so dark and catching. It's like I can see the moon reflecting in your eyes.” He was happy though when she took the conversation in another direction. He never thought he did well at giving people complements, always hoping they wouldn't be taken wrong at some point.
“Harpsichord's have such a unique sound,” a second string finally snapped as he tried to tune them again. Damn. “But I taught myself the guitar a while back, I'm really rusty with it though, I haven't played in several months.” As she talked about her time at the concert he smiled at her. He had only gone to one concert ever, aside from a few the classical performances he enjoyed.
“Sounds like an absolute blast to me,” he gave a sly grin, “if a muggle band ever comes around here we'll just have to sneak out and watch it.” But the discussion reminded him of another question to ask. “So, what kind of music do you usually listen to anyway?” He always thought it was an important question to ask.
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 17, 2008 15:37:02 GMT -5
She nodded, her smile somber. "It sounds insane. I know. But They couldn't deal with the shame I brought the noble name of 'Skeffington' if anyone else found out." Her eyes looked down at the ground. She could feel tears welling up. Pretending that she had something in her eyes she wiped them, hoping that Dante didn't notice the tears.
“For what it's worth, I understand how it feels to leave behind a friend.”
She looked over to the Ravenboy and smiled. "It's worth a lot. People don't understand how to feels be have someone ripped out of their life." She was surprised that she didn't feel another wave of tears crash over her. She felt very relived as she spoke about Jean. She took a deep breath in, feeling the cold air enter her lungs. "You know what? I feel better now that I've told someone about this."
Tallulah listened to Dante speak about being an adventurer of sorts. She laughed hardest when she changed his voice, trying to sound heroic. Once she gained composeur again she looked at him. "I don't think it is recklessness. It's being adventurous, I'm sure of it." She nodded, giving him a wink. Maybe the wink was too much..., She thought.
“Your eyes are pretty cool too you know? They're so dark and catching. It's like I can see the moon reflecting in your eyes.”
Tallulah blushed a bright red color. She looked away, smiling brightly. Tal hoped she wasn't being rude, she just couldn't look at him. She was too embarassed. When people usually gave her compliments she took them with cool reserve. When Dante gave her one she was all girly and silly. This was a new feeling for Tallulah.
"The harpsichord is beautiful. Though, when played correctly can produce the eeriest sound." She closed her eyes and thought about her harpsichord at home. She could picture it in her bedroom now. She made a note to play it once she got home. He said he hadn't played in months, but it sounded as if he never stopped playing. "You still sound amazing. Even if you haven't played in months."
Her eyes snapped open as he said they should sneak away if a muggle band comes near here. She nodded, grinning. "I'd love to do that." She couldn't help but move in closer to Dante. She was now touching knees with him as they sat in the snow. "But bands I like? Hm..Weird Sisters of course. I also like Flogging Molly, Dresden Dolls, Patrick Wolf to name a few. They're all muggle bands that Jean turned me on to."
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Dante Vroom
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 18, 2008 22:27:21 GMT -5
He saw Tallulah wipe her eye, but figured she just got a rogue snowflake in it. Not that he noticed any in the sky, which made it a little odd. Skeffington, should he know that name? Probably, but he did not take to memorizing last names of people he had never meet yet. It only mattered really that it was her last name, now he would have to commit it to memory. Or be caught off guard the next time it came up.
He was glad he could make her laugh. So far it seemed every girl he talked to her would be angry at him, or being serious all the time. Except maybe the time in the potions classroom. But even so Tallulah was there. Just laughing and having fun was a real highlight. Was that a wink? No, probably just something else in her eye. And then after he compliments her, she looks the other way, that snowflake must really be annoying her eye. He tilted his head as she continued to look away.
A guitar still on his lap he jokingly played the remaining strings in an out of tune chord. As he did his free hand grabbed the top portions of the broken strings. His right hand then grabbed the bottom of the two strings. Bringing them as close as possible he muttered yet again “reparo,” and was happy to see the strings merged to one.
But once she shifted to touching knees with him, Dante became speechless. He was able to make a comment on her taste in music. “Sisters, flogging, Dolls and a Wolf,” again he had a smirk on his face, "sounds like a party. All it needs is some Cake.” He had no idea who any of those bands were, but he was hoping she would notice the band reference he was able to slip in. Yet again though, his lack of knowledge in music caught the best of him. But his focus was on the smiling face right in front of his. What to do now? He sat up straight and looked down to their knees. His coat putting pressure on his neck in the new position, he quickly unzipped it a few inches.
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 18, 2008 22:49:00 GMT -5
Tallulah was glad he didn't notice her wipe a tear from her eye. That would have lead down a road wit questions she didn't want to answer. She finally had gained her composure, not feeling the tears coming. After taking a short breath she glanced over to Dante. He was still playing the broken guitar and it still sounded great. She watched him as he took out his wand and repaired the strings.
She head him say the band Cake. Her brows furrowed as she thought about that name. "You're talking about Cake or the food? Because I've heard the band Cake. Jean's older brother loved them. Kept us up the whole bloody night blasting their music." She finally looked at him without any reservations. "But I didn't mind. They were pretty good."
Tallulah really liked Dante's company. More so then many people she'd met for a long time. He was such a vibrant person. He didn't need to do much to make her smile or even laugh. If she could have it her way she would try to make this day last as long as it could. She knew that she couldn't have her way, but she could wish. With a smirk she kept on starting at Dante.
"Now it's your turn. Favorite bands?" She leaned back, holding her upper body up with her arms. They were stiff from being in the same position for a long period of time. Her brown eyes stayed on Dante for a few more seconds, taking in his features. This was a shameless act and she was sure to get caught, but what did she care? This was her life and she was going to do what she wanted.
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Dante Vroom
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 22, 2008 1:40:20 GMT -5
“Cake the band” he smiled as he said it, “one of the few concerts I ever attended.” He let out a laugh as she described the older brother, “sounds about right, in both what older brothers do, and how to properly play any song by Cake.” He continued after she asked him of his favorite music. “I like all sorts of music, from Classical to American Folk. From British Punk to German Metal I like them all for one reason or another,” he shrugged.
It was tough to pick out a favorite band when he had so many genre that he enjoyed listening to. “Maybe Reel Big Fish,” he shifted to the side, “I got to see them when they went on their European tour.” Perhaps the other reason he could think of so few was the lack of band names he actually knew. He strained a bit to put the guitar off to the side so it was out of the way. He wanted it far enough that if another snowball was thrown it would not make it's way over to the guitar. He had repaired enough strings for the day.
“You know, I don't say it much” he scanned the girl resting across from him. “But I have really enjoyed our time out in the snow so far.” His gaze shifted to the snow angels they were sitting on partly. Aside from a footprint in the forehead of his, it was pretty good. Tallulah had spent a bit more time on it than he did, so the outline looked a bit better in his opinion.
He perked up just then, an idea flashed threw his mind and he quickly made his way to his feet. Almost jumping right up from his seated position. “I just got a great idea” he smiled and extended his hand down, offering to help the girl to her feet. “Do you like hot cocoa?” He tilted his head to the side as per usual as he asked a question.
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 22, 2008 14:39:39 GMT -5
“I like all sorts of music, from Classical to American Folk. From British Punk to German Metal I like them all for one reason or another,”
"Classical you say? Who's your favorite composer? I personally like Corelli. Oh and Bach." She smiled and started humming a tune. She stopped leaning on her hands and brought them forward, in front of her. She started to play air piano on the snow. Her smile widened as she did this. Tal knew she most likely looked insane but she was too in the moment to worry about any of this.
Tallulah mouthed the band name 'Reel Big Fish' and reminded herself to send a owl to one of her various contacts with connections to muggle music and ask them to send something from this band over to her. She loved to listen to new bands. Her taste in music was quite open, she liked mostly anything she could listen to. Tallulah was never one to turn down something new.
“You know, I don't say it much, but I have really enjoyed our time out in the snow so far.”
A light chuckle escaped her lips after he said this. The way he said things was a little weird but this quirk really endeared Tallulah. He seemed so resistant to say anything like that. After a few seconds she nodded in agreeance. "Yeah, me too. I'm very happy you almost took me out with a snowball." Her smile was a little devilish. It was a strange way to meet up with him but she wouldn't have had it any other way. "This is the most fun I've had all of break."
Dante got to his feet with lightning speed. His quickness made Tallulah jump slightly. Boy was he fast! She grinned up at him, liking his energy. He was like a little kid who ate a ton of candy.
“Do you like hot cocoa?”
She nodded profusely. He held out his hand for her to help her up. This little gesture of kindness made her stomach drop. It was quite a funny thing to happen to her. This was a common gesture that most people did to their friends. Her eyes looked up and found his. Her smile got small and she took his hand. Helping herself up she looked around for a second at the grounds. Tallulah turned back to him still smiling. "Anything with chocolate involved is something I like." She was excited to see what he had in mind. She already knew he was a really fun boy to hang around so this could be quite the fun time.
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Dante Vroom
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jun 22, 2008 23:43:29 GMT -5
“Mozart is my all time favorite, I find his history as interesting as his music.” He could only watch in wonder at what she was doing while she hummed. Oh right! Harpsichord, she was probably playing air harpsichord. The thought caused him to laugh only momentarily, he couldn't laugh much at her antics though
"I'm very happy you almost took me out with a snowball" On hearing that he could not help but laugh as he thought of a retort. “Next time Doll, I promise I'll aim better.” A thought shot threw his head at about that time. Something that he had a problem with recently with various people, nicknames. “You don't mind me calling ya Doll do you? Or perhaps Tal? It seems like people around here get anxious when you use the wrong nickname.” He smirked and let out a chuckle, “maybe Lulu?” He was happy to hear that this was the most fun she had over her break.
As he stood and helped Tallulah to her feet, he thought more of his new plan for warm rich chocolate beverages. “I figure we could go down to the kitchen quickly and grab some cocoa. Then maybe come back out here with the steaming brew.” He looked around the courtyard, with the snow around him completely overturned. Compared to the snow farther out away that was yet untouched, pristine in appearance. “The night is still young after all, and we have not even thrown half the snow around here into the ground.”
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jun 23, 2008 16:58:43 GMT -5
She couldn't not laugh at herself. She probably looked like a total idiot there. With a glance toward Dante she laughed a little harder. "Oh gosh, you probably think I'm insane!" Her laugh echoed through the courtyard. Tallulah finally stopped playing air harpsichord and looked around. It was very private out there today, something that Tal really liked. Made it much easier to be herself around Dante.
“Next time Doll, I promise I'll aim better.”
She smirked, poking him in the arm. "I'll be sure to make myself an easy target for you." A picture flashed through her mind of her wearing a big target on her shirt and walking around, looking for Dante. She shook her head to rid herself of that image. "And yes, you may call me 'Doll', Tal, and Lulu, whatever you want. I've never really had a nickname, or one that I knew about. It's kinda...nice. Anything you want to be called?"
Dante spoke about his idea to go to the Kitchens and get some cocoa and come back outside to drink it and play in the snow more. The smile on her face showed that she was all for the plan. She took a few steps towards the castle without looking back. Tallulah glanced over her shoulder to look back at Dante. Her smile couldn't be any bigger. She moved over to him and linked arms. Why not? As far as she could tell they were friends now. This was something friends do.
“The night is still young after all, and we have not even thrown half the snow around here into the ground.”
"Ooooh, ready to get your butt kicked part two?" She raised an eyebrow at him. She was saying this in jest and she hoped to took it that way. "This is going to be awesome. I hope no one else shows up. It's much nicer to just hang with you."
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