Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Mar 16, 2007 19:00:26 GMT -5
So, this was it, in a mere eleven months he would be graduating from Hogwarts, become a part of wizarding society. But that was eleven months out yet, and alot could happen in eleven months. Alot could happen at any point, he only hoped that this year, his last year would be more positive...though with the way the news was looking lately such seemed highly improbable.
It still seemed unfathomable to him that a Professor at Hogwarts, one who publicly denied any affiliation to this movement, could suddenly be a part of it. The Prophet didn't name it's sources, it never did, only that they came from within the Ministry, and that left little room for actual basis. The Ministry had had it in for the man since their investigation began. He was, still skeptical, even with the wanted posters all over the place and the circumstances of this past year's end still freshly in his mind.
All negativity aside however, Corey needed a new glove for the upcoming quiditch season, and it was easier to knock out school shopping in trips rather than all at once--less to carry away that way. And it was the former that had him wandering the many aisles of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He didn't need a faster broom, or much of anything else except for a glove...but, you know what happens when someone-anyone shops. They go in for one thing, and, get captivated by everything else....
Quidditch was a dream for him, sure, they hadn't won (again) this year, but that didn't change the fact that it gave him a rush that bookwork and spells, and even magic itself simply couldn't. He wanted to be back in a pitch, but he still had another good month and a half yet to wait. Gryffindor could do with a cup win this year.
Averting his eyes from the gloves and brooms, snitches and polish he instad focused somewhere odd for someone inside a store. He focused outside, swearing he'd someone he recognized, which was extremely possible... Still...
(Open.)
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 16, 2007 21:30:44 GMT -5
The first time in a shoppe, especially one that was full of interesting gadgets for a sport that hadn't been seen by a person, was intriguing. Indeed, it was captivating to see all of the merchandise available. Felicity's brown eyes investigated every piece she could get her hands on, the texture, the color, the instructions for use. No, she couldn't ever afford something from the shoppe and her clothing showed such, but she was still there to see.
Dressed in typical muggle clothing, well maybe not so typical as the cuffs of her jeans had been rolled to just below her knees and an over-sized sweater adorned her torso, she looked a tad bit scruffy. The blond locks were pulled back into a long pony-tail, hanging to the mid of her back, revealing her soft face and her bright and shining brown eyes. Her mum had once again allowed her to enter an area without her supervision; it was almost as though her mum was letting the girl get used to the idea of not bring as closely watched as she had her entire life. Perhaps it was also so her mum could get used to the idea of Felicity being at Hogwarts in the fall, and therefore not being at her elbow all day long.
Whatever the reason, Felicity was full of sheer excitement. All of the times she'd been to Diagon Alley she was made to pass over this particular shoppe as her mum had no interest in quidditch, and because they couldn't afford anything anyway. Not really paying attention, she made her way down each aisle not letting any object miss her gaze. Well, not any object that was quidditch related. She'd already stepped on two people and nearly knocked another one over. No, she was too interested in everything around her to care to watch all others around her.
Of course, not paying attention as her eyes were glued to a pair of dragon-hide gloves, she ran into something, a rather solid something. Felicity quickly turned to apologize, and tripped over her clumsy feet yet again, and grabbed onto the person's shoulder to steady herself.
"I'm sorry about that," she rushed the words.
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Mar 16, 2007 22:33:22 GMT -5
Guess it was nothing... Corey thought, about to turn his gaze back to the shelf when he suddenly became wall, railing and human being all in the same moment. Truth be told he was just as startled as she had been, but even more at a loss of words, primarily because for once, someone falling over hadn't been his fualt. Miracle much?
"S'alright really, it's summer, everything's forgiveable." Corey replied initially. "You alright, I mean, you can let go of my shoulder now." He added, with a small chuckle, his eyes trying to remember if he'd seen the girl anywhere before, for someone about his own age Hogwarts would be the only place, and yet, her face was unplaceable in his memory. Hmm, most odd indeed.
(Sorry, it's late.)
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 16, 2007 22:56:49 GMT -5
((nothing to be sorry about))
"Everything's forgivable in summer?" she questioned, slightly confused about the boy's logic. However, she released her grip on his shoulder as per his request. Felicity's brown eyes watched his search her face for some sort of recognition, but she knew he wouldn't find one. She smiled and allowed her eyebrows to furrow a bit before she continued. "Does that mean the exact opposite for winter?"
Although the merchandise around her wasn't forgotten, she kept her eyes on the boy in front of her. She was kind of embarrassed about her sudden entrance into his world, but only a small blush, barely visible, graced her features.
"Because if that's true, then I guess I should remember to not bother apologizing during the winter months as I won't be forgiven anyway. And I'll have to remember to not fogive those who ask forgiveness." Sure, she was rambling, but she was curious about why everything was forgivable in the summer. Of course, it might've just been thrown in as it was possible the boy was also a rambler. As an after thought, Felicity threw in "And yes, I'm all right."
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Post by Michael Rolen on Mar 16, 2007 23:33:33 GMT -5
((Hope y'all dont mind))
His one escape from the hectic crowd that was Diagon Alley had proven to be the place where he found himself most at home. He could spend hours on end in this store just looking and was always able to find something new and somewhat exciting to ask about in his adventures through the store. Now he had seen Faulkland enter the store, and was rather tempted to go speak to the boy, his Gryffindor counterpart you could say as there weren't many other boy's in their year. But this idea was someone shot in the foot when a younger girl bumped into Faulkland.
Not that anything like that stopped Mike.
He jumped down from the seat he had been sitting on and made his way over to the pair, a grin on his face.
"What's going on Corey?"
Mike asked Corey, using his first name and really wondering how Corey would respond.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 17, 2007 19:25:05 GMT -5
Another boy arrived on the scene, announcing his presence by introducing the first boy to her. Corey. Well, at least she didn't have to go thru the awkwardness of asking herself. Not caring that she wasn't acknowledged by the second boy, she stepped back to again look at the pair of dragon-hide gloves that'd caused her to run into Corey, but didn't get far. As she'd tried to step toward the gloves, a child ran in front of her, cutting her path off to the gloves as he didn't move from where he stopped right in front of the same gloves she was interested in. Instead of asking the child to move, she turned back to both boys. She'd didn't mind throwing herself into the conversation, afterall it wasn't like she was shy and avoided people.
"Hi," she acknowleged the second boy, deciding she'd already greeted Corey well enough with her run-in. "I'm Felicity. It's obvious your name is Corey, unless you've been horribly mistaken for someone who isn't, and you would be?" she asked turning back to the other boy.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Mar 18, 2007 7:06:20 GMT -5
Mike smiled as the girl acknowledged his precense and extended a hand to her. "Mike, or Michael whatever you want to call me just not late to meals, nice to meet you Felicity" He said chuckling slightly at his own joke, yes it may of been a bit lame, ok, very lame but hey he had always wanted to say it once.
He looked at the little boy whom had obviously gotten in Felicity's way when she had turned around to look at whatever the little boy was now looking at and laughed a little. "Letting little kids get the best of you eh?" He asked Felicity with a smile.
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Mar 18, 2007 21:34:19 GMT -5
He had been half ready to reply to the girl's rambly but still very good logic when Mike appeared into the conversation. Maybe that was who he'd seen earlier, eh, Merlin only knew at this point. Point was, he was there, Mike was there, and he'd managed to catch this girl's name which put him a step up from where he had been.
"Not alot up Mike, looking forward tot he season, not the end of the year." Corey replied to Mike, figuring it best to aknowledge him first since he'd actually asked a question. There was atime limit on those you know, how long you had to answer a question before you were suddenly 'rude' and the other person left in a huff. Though, he really didn't think Mike would leave over something that trivial. In fact, in summer, he welcomed company there was nothing to do.
"So." He spoke, addressing the girl now known as Felicity. "You go to Hogwarts, or, will be going I take it?"
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 18, 2007 21:51:08 GMT -5
Taking Michael's hand, yes she decided to call him Michael over Mike as Mike was what he'd first offered, so she figured most didn't call him Michael, and that was just what she would do. "It's nice meet you Michael, and little kids always get the best of me" she replied to the boy with a bright smile referring to the size of her family of which he knew nothing of. "I'm a push-over when it comes to the little ones," she continued truthfully. Turning her brown eyes to the other boy she added "And you too Corey. It's nice to meet you, I mean."
Felicity listened to Corey's reply to Michael and wondered why he would be looking forward to one thing, but not another. Of course, she really hadn't a clue what he'd meant by the 'season' as she didn't know all of the terminology of quidditch as of yet, but she planned on learning what she could from Artemis once the term began, but she figured he'd meant quidditch as they were standing in a quidditch shoppe. On the other hand she didn't know why he wasn't looking forward to the end of the year, but she wasn't too interested into going into the boy's life and mind when she hardly knew him, but she was sure there would be another time when she could just delve in. Before answering Corey's question outright, she decided to again apologize to the boy. "I really am sorry I ran into you by the way, but I made my face an unforgettable one, right?"
"And yes, I will be," she nodded and smiled at Corey. "I'm going to be a new addition to the fifth year. So, I take it you're a Hogwarts student as well?" Turning to Michael, she added "And you too?"
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Post by Michael Rolen on Mar 20, 2007 16:06:45 GMT -5
Michael, as Felicity called him, nodded in reply. "Yep, Hufflepuff 7th year, same year as Corey hence why we aren't looking forward to the end of the year, cause it's our last" He said with a slight frown, Hogwarts was full of memories for him, some good and some bad but all in all it was a vast majority of his life and he wanted to remember it all no matter what.
He glanced at Corey and grinned slightly "So who are you guys gonna get to fill Britt's spot on the team, not that you have the problems Ravenclaw will have filling two of their roster spots"
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
Posts: 682
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Mar 21, 2007 16:44:23 GMT -5
She was so apologetic about it all that it was almost amusing, almost. "Really you don't have to worry about it, it's not like the world's ending or something...at least, I hope it's not." Corey replied, while listening to the rest of her words and the Mike's. So, the girl was two years behind him and Mike wanted the inside scoop on replacements, of which he couldn't really give until the year began and he knew just who he had available. And, even if he did no, that information would be classified, or up to him to find out.
"Sorry Mike, can't tell you who's taking Britt's position...'ell, I don't even know who's going to hold the Captainship for Gryffindor this year. The year's still a long ways away from starting so there's room to plot and plan. Le's just topple Ravenclaw this year and be done with it, eh?"
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 21, 2007 17:49:05 GMT -5
"I hope not either," she smiled in reply to Corey. "It would be most unacceptable if the world ended so soon." Especially as she had yet to accomplish everything she had planned, though she didn't make mention of that bit. Michael's explaination of why they weren't looking forward to the end of the year was an imaginable one; and Felicity almost felt a twinge of saddness for both boys. Of course, after attending a school for a long period of time, it would begin to feel like a home. So in the end it would be as though they were leaving home after the year ended, unfortunate but true.
As the conversation progressed onto something more, Felicity's interest was piqued. Once again, she didn't really know if they were talking about quidditch, but she assumed they were. And when openings on the rosters were mentioned she found herself listening rather intently. Felicity wasn't very interested in whomever Britt was, but the rest of the conversation stuck to bits of her mind. Now she knew what year and what House both boys were in; and she had an inkling they were both on their respective House quidditch teams.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Mar 22, 2007 1:39:28 GMT -5
Mike couldn't help but laugh at both Corey's reply to him and Felicity's to Corey. He knew that Corey would have no idea on whom would be taking Britt's spot on the team and let's face it, without Britt there, well there was a hole in the heart of the Gryffindor team. "Yes, toppling Ravenclaw is definetely up there in things to do this year, can't believe they only pipped us by like 30 points" He said with a slight frown, after he dislocated his shoulder in the game against Gryffindor he felt like they were going to come close, but fall short and naturally he thought it was his own fault.
"So anyway Felicity, what brings you to Diagon Alley?" He asked the most obvious question that hadn't been asked yet.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 22, 2007 14:31:18 GMT -5
"Oh, not much. Just finishing up some shopping for Hogwarts You know, the smallest of things that haven't been gotten yet," she smiled in reply to Michael. Of course, there was that and the fact she was waiting on her mum to make a sale she'd been planning on for awhile. After that, her mum had agreed to let her get an animal, Felicity just hadn't decided what she wanted yet. The list had been small on what was an acceptable pet and she wasn't fond of the one's listed. Her mum had told her there were owls Hogwarts had for student uses, so she knew she wouldn't need one. Cats were not very appreciated, and a Toad seemed to boring in the long-run. Something different would be nice, if only she would be able to get it to Hogwarts and not have many problems about it.
"And what about the two of you?" she asked friendly. A question for a question.
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
Posts: 682
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Mar 22, 2007 18:30:36 GMT -5
(Horrible, sorry guys)
Indeed it would be...most unfortunate. Corey thought as Felicity and Mike continued conversing. Sadly however, it seemed the world was ending, perhaps not literally, but metaphorically things were changing and no one could fortell at the moment just what the outcome would be. Positive or negative; at the moment, the meter still read zero.
As their conversation pressed more into current business, and the question was asked as to their reasons for being in Diagon Corey's answer was one like most any other's would be. "Stuff for Hogwarts...stuff for quidditch...just...stuff?" What other reason was there to come to Diagon Alley? It wasn't exactly a romantic getaway or anything. It was just...Diagon.
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