Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 2, 2008 16:27:35 GMT -5
“ ‘Cause… “ Em paused slightly and stopped walking for a second as he leaned down slightly and place a small kiss on Matty. He let his lips linger on hers for a second or two before he pulled away and kept eye contact. “ I have you. “ He wanted it to be obvious to her. That he loved her and cared for her, regardless of their situation and how different they were at times. They agreed on the things that mattered, and the mere fact of that was clearly important to him.
Em smiled again, happy and content as he continued to walk at their somewhat slow ambling pace. It was nice, and even though he was still half convinced that something was eventually going to try to eat him and Matty, the forest had a sort of tranquility to it as well as an unnerving one. He did his best to let the calming bits overtake the unnerving ones, falling back into the rhythm of walking alongside Matty, his shoulder occasionally bumping into hers for the fun of it. The jests continued as always, and as much as they liked to joke and have fun, it was reassuring to him that they could talk about serious things as well when they needed to.
Em laughed, his grin still lighting up his face as he turned to look at the brunette girl, giving several short nods. “ I’d really appreciate that. D’you know how tiring it is to save the day all the time? “ In reality, he had never saved the day, but he supposed it would be tiring if he had done it all the time. Or any times at all, for that matter. Their walking slowed a bit more, but Emeric didn’t really notice too much, as he had retrieved his wand from his pocket and had been about to start igniting random sparks when Matty began talking once more. He quirked his head to the side, not knowing what she was talking about. A second slid by before he recognized her grin as a joking one, and he shook his head at her. “ You really want me to leave? ‘Cause I’ll leave if you want me to. “ He said in a truthful sounding way, letting go of her hand and walking ahead of her a few paces. He sent a grin back at her though, because there was no way he was leaving her alone in the forbidden forest. Or leaving her at all for that matter.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 3, 2008 2:24:20 GMT -5
The soft, light kiss from her boyfriend was a little out of the blue, but Matty didn't object to it. The girl had kept her eyes open, noticing that the boy had done the same. Their gaze seemed to flicker as one, and she could practically feel the sparks flying between them at this moment. No one had ever made her feel this way before, and the girl intended on holding onto that feeling for as long as she was able to. There was nothing that compared to this, in all honesty. So, she couldn't help but let a rather sheepish smile fall onto her features, as Emeric confessed to the reason why he was lucky. Matty didn't know what to say in return, but really... she didn't have to say anything, did she? The girl had just told the Slytherin what he meant to her, and it was left at just that.
As Em commented on just how tiring saving the day was on a constant basis, the girl couldn't help but giggle slightly. She let out a small sigh, holding up her free hand and motioning to brush aside his words. "Hush, hush. I'll see what I can do." Matty jested, her gaze trailing off along with her hand, but it quickly glanced back to Emeric, still grinning at him. She didn't know what 'saving the day' included in means of a job description, but she could only picture the kind, where superheroes saved victims of crime. The image of herself tights, a pair of shiny underwear on top, a singlet with 'M' printed on the front and a matching cape flicked into her mind. She mentally shook herself, the idea of that both amusing and rather silly.
When the Slytherin asked her if she really wanted him to go, and then further went along by letting go of her hand and beginning to walk ahead. She stopped in her tracks, a look of pure mock horror on her features. When she spoke, her voice sounded serious, though Em would know that he held lines of humor within. "Fine, I don't need you anyway." but in actual fact... she really did need him.
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 3, 2008 12:54:09 GMT -5
The light kiss might have been out of the blue, but it seemed to fit all the same. Em noticed that the fifteen year old girl didn't say anything in response to his comment, but did she really have to? If anything, his words had been slightly rhetorical in all sense of the word. She knew how he felt about her and he knew how she felt about him, so it was almost reassuring to Emeric to know that they didn't have to say it all the time, even if they felt it all the time. He hummed a low tune as they continued to walk, swinging their linked hands between them slightly, Em grinned at her ' hush, hush. '
" Oh, right. How d'you think that'll pant out? " He questioned with a small laugh, nodding along until he walked ahead of Matty, turning round to walk backwards ahead of her. He slipped his hands into his pockets, another way of sort of closing himself off from the girl. It wasn't anything he would think about doing in reality, but for the sake of the joke, he didn't mind it so much. When Matty stopped, so did Em, and he threw an easygoing smile her way at her look of horror.
He lifted his right hand over his heart, putting on a slightly put out expression as he responded to her words. " Ouch, Matts... Fine. I don't need you either. " Completely contradictory to his words, as he spoke Emeric walked towards Matty, inching closer to the girl as his frown began to transform into his joking smile. He dropped his hand back to his side as he got closer to the girl, reaching his hand out for hers.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 4, 2008 6:24:20 GMT -5
The teenager gave a small shrug to his question at first, but she soon thought of something to add. "Well, I guess once I carry out my life-threatening deed, then I suppose the school will award me for my bravery or something. Probably include a shrine to me in the trophy room, maybe even my own plaque. I guess they'll have some kind of ceremony too, don't cha think?" Matty asked, turning to wards him with a wild grin on her face. "Oh, and I suppose they'll probably kick you out or something. You know, for abandoning me and all." she gave another small shrug, apparently not concerned with the fact of his place at the school. In reality, if Emeric ever got pulled or kicked out of school... lets just say Matty's life wouldn't be nearly as easy to cope with, or as filled with joy as it was these days. She didn't want to think about that though, for it would ruin the atmosphere of their jesting at this current time and place.
"Ouch, Matts... Fine. I don't need you either."
She let her mouth drop open a little, raising her eye brows at him. She was about to protest to what he had said, when Em began to walk back to wards her. When he reached her at a closer distance, she eyed off his extending hand. She seemed to consider him for a moment, a devilish smirk on her face. But the girl gave into her act, and took his warm hand in her own, thought she stepped forward, closing in the space between them. Matty tilted her head up, a curious look accompanying her grin. "I thought you didn't need me... why the sudden change of mind?" she asked him, her voice rather playful indeed.
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 4, 2008 6:49:05 GMT -5
The muggle idea of ' superheroes ' came across the Slytherin lad's mind, and he tried to remember something, anything, that he had ever heard about them. They usually wore... capes? Was that it? They looked like cloaks, but didn't button in front or anything... They must be capes. Emeric twisted his head up slightly to the roof of the forest, thinking. He could really only remember the capes. He glanced back to Matty, imagining her ' saving the day ' wearing a cape. But as he had reminded himself earlier, capes weren't incredibly different from the robes and cloaks they wore for school. There was something else about superheroes he remembered, most of them flew. Matty could fly, but with the source of a broomstick. He didn't think superheroes, especially of muggle creation, would know how to use a broom. " Do muggle superheroes have cloaks? " He asked somewhat suddenly with a light smile.
" The shrine might be a bit creepy, I'd think. Flattering, but creepy. " He said with a short laugh at the suggestion. No doubt that Matty would eventually get some sort of award or medal of sorts from the school, as Em was pretty sure just about everyone guessed Matty was lined up to be Head Girl in her seventh year. He just didn't know if he would so much like people having a shrine of his girlfriend. Apparently, though, that wasn't a worry in the girl's mind as he would no longer be in the picture. He gave a soft ' humph ' noise in protest before he responded. " Oh great. I wouldn't even be able to further my education, and you get all the glory. Thanks. " He grinned in a playful manner.
Em glanced down to his hand outstretched towards hers, noticing how Matty did the same, looking as if she was contemplating whether or not to grab it or swat it away. He grinned, though, as she took his hand and stepped towards him, closing the distance between the two. ' I thought you didn't need me... why the sudden change of mind? ' His free hand fell around the girl's waist slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders. " I never said I don't need you, per say. " That was an out right lie, and he couldn't help the small smirk that befell his face as he said it.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 4, 2008 7:11:58 GMT -5
Matty sent a quizzical expression his way, only to remember that she had mentioned being a hero before. heck, she had even associated being a superhero in her own mind only a matter of seconds ago, but it had totally slipped her mind until it was brought up again. She wondered at first why Em could ask her if they wore cloaks or not, before she remembered that he hadn't gown up with the same kinda of character figures as she had. Where witches and wizards had probably been very real to him, they had been a fantasy to herself. And when superheroes lead the role of the savior, this mightn't have been a common fact of knowledge to the boy. She smiled at him in a knowing sort of way before replying. "Generally they wear capes, which are kind of like cloaks, only they don't button at the front. Usually when a muggle superhero has a cloak, it's assumed they can fly." she mentioned, finding an odd sense of pleasure being able to fill her boyfriend in on things she knew so commonly.
When the boy replied to her comment about a shrine, Matty couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Putting more thought into it... a shrine probably would be over the top, even for the lengths of saving someone's life. She remembered the pictures of shrines in temples her father had shown her when he went to Asia a year or so back, and the imagine of her name and picture at the base of a shrine kind of freaked her out. As Emeric had put it; the whole thing would be flattering, but indeed creepy. She hoped that one day she would leave some sort of footprint on her school, whether that was her name engraved into a stone brick in her dorm, her name of a Quidditch cup, or even Head girl, Matty hoped that Hogwarts would remember her somehow.,
As the Slytherin put out a protest to her commenting about him getting kicked out, and getting to claim the glory for herself, the Hufflepuff didn't bother to hide her grin. "You know me, Em. I'm only looking out for whats best for me and... yeah, just me." the girl continued to tease. When he further claimed to never had said he didn't need her, the teen let out a small protesting laugh. "Right. I believe you as much as I'd believe you if you told me the grass was purple." she rolled her eyes slightly, but couldn't help to smile at him, despite Emeric's trade mark smirk.
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Emeric Troy III
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 4, 2008 20:35:33 GMT -5
Emeric struggled to remember even things like that from his childhood... He couldn't really remember any sort of wizarding superheroes. There ere real heroes, Albus Dumbledore, Merlin, those sort of people. But never pretend ones that he could think of, which made him all the more curious for Matty's answer about the muggle superheroes. He nodded along slightly as the girl talked, thinking, ' Ah. So I was right... ' He hesitated, then asked, " Without a broom right? " If he understood correctly, then by definition superheroes, at least of muggle varieties, wouldn't need a broomstick to fly like wizards did.
Under the radar. The words rang out in the boy's head and he had to shake them off, thinking about how doing something like being head boy or prefect or anything like that wouldn't be staying under the radar. He figured that, for someone like Matty, though, staying under the radar would be hard. For Em, it wasn't difficult at all. He did as he was told to do, but now that he thought about it, things like being prefect sounded kind of... intriguing. " What's it like, being quidditch captain and all? " His questions might have seemed sudden, like asking about capes and now this question, but it made sense to the Slytherin's train of thought. Somehow.
He rolled his eyes at the girls comment with a grin, saying, " Yes, you lack any compassion, you're the most terrible person... in the world. " It was the most untrue thing he'd ever said. But he nodded his head along, grinning. As for her next comment, the boy looked down to the grass, an amused look on his face. " The grass isn't purple? Are you sure, Matilda? " It wasn't often that Em ever used Matty's real first name, but he liked the sound of it.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 5, 2008 1:29:25 GMT -5
The girl gave a small nod at Emeric question, referring to superheroes not needing brooms to fly. "Yeah, without a broom." she confirmed "I remember when I was little, I used to read my dad's Superhero comic books. I adored them." grinning, the girl ran through a short list of the heroes she could remember from her childhood. Back in the day when her father used to let the girl read all his old comic books that were stacked into boxes at the back of his wardrobe, they never ceased to interest her. There had been Spiderman, of course, a hero who had the ability to swing from webs and have other spider-like traits. Superman, one of the most common, who was known for his super strength and super speed. And as they had been talking about, he could fly without a broom. There was Batman, who would countlessly save his city from evil, and had a pretty cool car and sidekick which have him a hand in doing so. The Phantom and the Flash she couldn't remember so well... but they were there in the mix too.
"What's it like, being quidditch captain and all?"
The Hufflepuff's gaze drifted to the path in front for a moment, before returning to her boyfriend's as she answered him. "Exciting." Matilda said with a grin spreading onto her lips. "Do you remember the first time you flew a broom? Well, for me, I felt so proud of myself, because I had really achieves something with allot of effort. It's like that every time we play as a team, even if we loose. Knowing that the players put their all into it, and always manage to get something out of it. You can see how proud they are, regardless of the score. And knowing that I can help them to be a better team as a whole, it's just... great." She considered her thoughts for another moment before adding another quick statement. "Even when I get stressed out from training or the pressure we have going for us, it's all worth it in the end. Why do you ask?"
Matty let out an expression of protest when he accused her of being the most terrible person in the world. She knew he didn't mean it, but that didn't mean she couldn't act offended, right? It was all fun and games, as they say. "I'm the most terrible person in the world? As if. You're the one who's running off on me leaving me for dead and claiming you don't need me." she smirked at him, her green eyes still looking into his own brown ones. After his next comment, she had trouble from keeping her smirk to turning into a smile. "And now you're trying to deceive me, Emeric. Maybe I should start to reconsider my judgment on people." finally letting her grin break through again. The girl not noted on how he had called her Matilda, something Em didn't call her often, but she didn't mind regardless. In fact, she was using her real name more commonly these days any way.
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 5, 2008 7:01:46 GMT -5
The Slytherin knew it was possible to fly without a broom, wizards and witches could levitate and such, but to really fly without one of the most commonly used devices in the wizarding world? It was still a little hard to swallow. When Matty mentioned comic books, a small look of confusion crossed over his face, but as he finally recognized the term, he nodded once or twice. He remembered seeing some ‘ comics ‘ in the muggle market, coincidentally the day he came across Matty. Or she came across him, whichever. One thing that struck him as odd about the comic books was that the pictures didn’t move. They remained stationary, which contradicted pretty much everything the boy had known. It was strange. “ Don’t you think it’s weird, how the pictures don’t move? “ He paused, thinking of those things… what were they called?… a movie?
Em listened to Matty’s words, feeling a little strange for asking the question. He did appreciate the answer, though, as it made sense. They had talked about her being quidditch captain several times before, once being right before a big game for the Hufflepuffs in which Emeric had promised that he would be there. He quirked his head to the side just slightly, looking out to the trees behind him for a second or so before glancing back at Matty as she asked why he had been curious about it. He lifted his shoulders in a small shrug, answering, “ I’m not sure. I was just wondering… what it would be like and all. “ He smiled slightly at the Hufflepuff girl.
Yup, Matty was the worst. She was selfish and not at all nice to people… (xD) combined with her lack of compassion, Em would have to say that the fifteen year old was the most terrible person… Ever. The tables were turned quickly, though, as she accused him of being the most terrible person. “ Leaving you for dead? Ah, I never said that, now did I? “ Had he said that? He couldn’t even remember that well, but he was ‘ defending ‘ himself afterall. Deception was, quite coincidentally, something Em was rather good at, but when it came to Matty, he would really rather not. “ Maybe you should… but then again, who’s to say there aren’t worse people out there, waiting for poor innocent you to deceive? “ Poor innocent Matty… right. Em grinned slightly, giving a soft laugh at his own words.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 6, 2008 3:13:00 GMT -5
It took Matty a second to consider her answer. Well, as far as being a Wizard went, sure, pictures that didn't move seemed fairly odd. These days, the teenager was so used to flipping open one of her Quidditch Weekly, or the Daily Prophet to gaze upon photographs that moved and waved back at her. She had even been given a Magical Camera for the last birthday, which when it's film was brewed with a specific potion, made the pictures alive as they seemed when printed. However, it still didn't come as so much of a surprise like it did for other magic folk did, for the girl had grown up as a Muggle, only seeing still pictures. The comic books she had referred to were a prime example of these. Eventually, Matty gave a slow nod. "Yes and no, I guess. But only because I grew up with still pictures, so they are pretty familiar for me. My brother Jamie gets really excited whenever I come home, so that he can look at all the moving pictures in the Prophet and stuff." she said, a look of amusement settling in.
The girl gave a Em a smile in reply to his answer. "Fair enough then." she said with a light nod. They had talked about the same subject a couple of times before, generally when a Quidditch game was coming up, but she didn't mind the repetition of the subject all much. Just as long as Matty wasn't boasting or appearing arrogant, she was okay with speaking about being Captain. The teenager then had a question form in her mind, which was quick to make it to her lips. "Do you think you'd ever want to be Prefect or Quidditch Captain one day?" She actually thought that the Slytherin would make a fair Prefect, and though she had only seen him play once or twice, the girl didn't doubt him being a good Quidditch Player either.
Well, if Matilda was the worst person in the world, then Emeric was defiantly the most horrid in the universe. He was most likely the most passive, unkind, non charming and down right slob she had ever met. Two could play at that game, right? (hehe) When he defended himself again, the Hufflepuff was ready for a speedy comeback. "You didn't have to say it." she shot him a grin. "Who’s to say there aren’t worse people out there, waiting for poor innocent you to deceive?" The teenager rolled her eyes again at this. "Worse people? I hardly think anyone could top you on that one, love." she scoffed, desperately trying not to laugh at all.
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 6, 2008 18:39:17 GMT -5
Emeric hoped he wasn't bothering Matty with all of his random questions, mostly about muggle type things. He didn't know anything when it came to muggle ways of living, and at the present time, Matty was his only information source about that. Em knew that his father wouldn't be pleased even with his curiosity on the matter, but small conversations like the one he was having now with Matty peaked his curiosity even more. He took the girl's looked of amusement as a good thing, as she didn't look annoyed at him for asking such a mundane thing. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and nodded. " What if every muggle picture just randomly started moving one day? " He smiled slightly at the idea, finding it rather amusing. It would more than likely cause a bit of an uproar, albeit a smallish one.
The Slytherin lad turned his head slightly, catching Matty's gaze with his own as he considered her question. The obvious answer would be yes, as he had just been thinking about the possibility of it. He paused, though, before giving a slow nod. " Yeah, I mean... I think it would be kinda cool. Dunno if it would happen, though. " He didn't want to get his hopes up, as cliche' as it sounded in his own mind. He didn't really feel like bringing up the whole ' supposed to stay under the radar ' part of things, as it would inevitably bring up the topic of his family, something he preferred to steer clear of if possible. He liked talking with Matty when it came to just about everything, but family... he was still hesitant.
World, universe, it was all the same when it came to worst person in the [ insert word here ] category. " Oh, yes. You could read my mind, couldn't you? " His grin was hard to downplay, so he stopped trying and laughed softly as she rolled her eyes at him. " Lucky for you, I'll take that as a compliment. " He winked at Matty, his grin being replaced by a light smirk. " If you don't like me so much, why go through the trouble eh? "
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 7, 2008 6:39:51 GMT -5
Matilda didn't mind in the least talking or explaining about the different Muggle knacks and trades of their world. She knew that Em didn't take Muggle Studies, as opposed to the fact that she had grown up in the Muggle word. The only real reason the teenager took the class was basically because she was a natural at it, and so she would constantly be brushing up on her Muggle side. This came in extremely handy when she was at home, with friends from outside of school, and she needed to be familiar with that of their customs, and not her own magically influenced ones. Also, they got taught Muggle History from time to time, which was a basic knowledge she needed when acting like a normal teenager when in London. So, long story short, she didn't mind talking about it, knowing full well that Emeric may not get the chance to talk about it with many other people.
"I think the Muggles would flip out, while all us magical folk would be snickering all the while." she sent him a mischievous grin. The girl wondered if normal Muggle photographs could be... enchanted or brewed to move as well? If so, that would prove to make a good practical joke on her older brother. She refrained from laughing at the thought of Jamie running to tell their parents that his own photos and posters were moving around like her own. The girl's full attention returned back to her boyfriend as he began to speak again. She nodded a couple of times. "I think you have a good chance of becoming either. After all, I've never seen you get into any of our Professor's bad books." But the girl didn't want to pry read too much into this, for she knew perfectly well that though he was very capable and probably deserving, they might not look at Em the same way. Not that she doubted him, but she didn't want to plant false hope into his head, nor dampen his spirits either.
"Oh, yes. You could read my mind, couldn't you?" She cast a look up to wards the canopy above. "What can I say? Just another thing that I'm excellent in. Maybe you should start making a list of all the things I'm wonderful in, just in case they need to document it for my shrine or whatever." she teased him, looking back down to find out what his initial reaction would be. The teenager couldn't help but also giggle lightly at his comment about turning her playful insult into a compliment. "Right, you keep telling yourself that it was a compliment, then." Taking in what he next said, Matilda thought for a few good seconds before replying. She gave another shrug before saying "I dunno. Maybe it's because you're nice to be seen with." though there was truth in this, that was defiantly the only sole reason the Hufflepuff was so into the Slytherin boy.
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 11, 2008 14:06:20 GMT -5
Without fail, even small talk of muggles and wizards seemed to bring up the image of Emeric's family in the back of his mind. Only this time he didn't just think of his own family, he was reminded of family's like his own, like Tal's and people who were just like them. He smiled all the while, of course, but it didn't stop him from thinking. Whether or not he would eventually acknowledge it, Em knew that Matty was his outlet of defiance. He wasn't using her in any sense of the word, but being with her was his own way of standing up to his parents. It didn't matter that the adults didn't know it, because that was just another reason for Emeric to defy them.
He shook his head slightly, unwrapping his arms around the girl and taking her hand within his own instead as he began to walk once again, his free hand in his pocket right next to his wand. He wasn't nearly as paranoid now as he was before, but he wanted to take the precaution of doing so.
" You're probably right. Or vice versa, if all magical photographs stopped moving. " He couldn't really imagine a world without moving photos, as it was all he had ever known, but the issue wasn't so great that he needed to dwell on it for longer than several seconds. As for the idea of becoming some sort of student leader the Slytherin shrugged his shoulders. Whether or not it was likely, he couldn't be too sure. As far as he knew the Heads of Houses chose the student leaders, and Em had never really met Professor van Aller. She was a decently respectable woman from what he could tell, though. And if she was the Head of Slytherin house than the rumors about her couldn't be all true. " Guess we'll have to see next year. " He said honestly with a somewhat crooked smile on his face. After all, the current school year was almost coming to a close.
Emeric knew that there was no possible way for Matty to really be skilled in legilimens, or reading people's minds, as only incredibly skilled and advanced wizards could be. He wasn't doubting that maybe eventually she could be, if she ever wanted to, but he was positive that no fifteen year old would be able to read minds. Although, as he toyed with the idea, it would be kind of useful at times. He smiled at her joking, nodding his head every once in a while. " Ah, so what should I add to that list? You're pretty good at... quidditch... and... " He paused, pretending that he couldn't think of much else. " It seems I've run out of things you're good at... Sorry Matts. " He grinned in a playful manner, knowing that if he felt compelled to he could make a list of things Matty was good at, and it would probably be a rather long list at that.
" Nice to be seen with, yes that's it. You're not all that bad to be seen with, either. " He mentioned with a shrug of his shoulders as he gave the girls hand a small squeeze in his own.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 12, 2008 1:51:44 GMT -5
As she allowed herself to be untangled from Emeric's arms, Matty also let her hand loosely link with his. She certainly did feel allot more comfortable now than she did when they first started walking. Her eyes had adjusted rather well to the darkness of the forest, making it easier to see the beaten down track the two were ambling along. She could make out the different textures and thicknesses of the tree trunks, and the way the branches swayed slightly, even without much wind. She could even make out the bushes and grasses that sprouted from the earth under the trees, and the light that pierced through the canopy onto the forest floor. She had realized this long ago, but the thought occurred now again; even in the darkest and most horrid things, you could still find the light and beauty.
"That too would be pretty weird." she agreed. When Em merely mentioned about waiting to see what would unfold next year, Matilda couldn't help but feel her body tense slightly. Next year. This year was already being tied up. She would be a Sixth year then, and the boy a fifth. He would probably be in her shoes, when it came to exams and such. And she would be in that of the sixths years now... studying for her NEWTs that would eventually follow. OWLs this year were enough to make her stress, but next year? She felt sick already. The girl's throat rubbled with a mix between a laugh and a groan. "Let's not mention next year. I'm hardly keeping up with this one." a thoughtful smile and expression weaving it's way into her features.
As they both pondered lightly on what it would be like to have the ability to read minds, Matty shook her head slightly at his comment that followed. She knew he was taking a small jab her her, but she didn't mind in the slightest. After all, she wasn't really one that needed people telling her what she was good at, and what they liked about her. But in the end, she didn't mind hearing such things either. The difference was, the Hufflepuff didn't thrive on them every time the subject came up. She gave a small shrug. "Oh well, at least I'm good at something. Unlike, ahem, some people." she shot him a side long glace, implying she was referring to him. That grin really didn't help, though.
"Well, thats nice to know then. I'm glad we agree on something." she gave him hand a small squeeze in return. They walked for a little while longer, before a thought arose in her mind. It was something that had been lurking back there for a while now, and Matty saw no better opportunity than now to bring it up. "Whats your youngest memory as a child?" she asked him, turning her head to smile softly at Em.
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Aug 13, 2008 9:43:21 GMT -5
Emeric kicked at a random twig that lay on the floor of the forest, alternating where he was looking from over at Matty and down to the forest floor in front of him. He was a lot more calmed down than he originally was at the beginning of the walk, and he owed that mostly to stopping their little walk for a short time and just standing with Matty, something that both got his heart beating faster but also calmed him down at the same time.
The Slytherin, too, began to think of the possibilities of next year... and the summer for that matter. He cast a slightly worried glance Matty's way and wondered how much he would be able to see the girl this summer, if at all. " Alright, no talk of next year. What about this summer? " He questioned, his eyes catching onto her green ones that, even in the dim light, still gave off a vivid brightness that he associated only with Matty. Em didn't really want to think about this summer as much as Matty didn't really want to talk about next year, but it was something that probably should be discussed by them before either of the two events rolled around.
' Oh well, at least I'm good at something. Unlike, ahem, some people. ' Em placed a light frown on his face, pouting at the girl as he had several times before. " Ouch, my ego... so you really think I'm not good at anything, huh? " He wasn't serious, of course, but he did want to hear her reply to his comment. He was pretty good at light banter and joking, and he was decent at school work. He didn't dwell too much on the list of things he was good at, because it hadn't been anything more than a joking topic.
He grinned, nodding his head slightly. If there was one thing about that comment that was true, it was that Matty and Em looked good together. And not only that, but their personalities seemed to work well of one anothers as well. It just... worked. He lifted his shoulder just slightly into a partial shrug at Matty's question, quirking his head to the side slightly as he looked over at Matty with a reply of, " I... think it was my third birthday party. There were about twenty little kids riding around on those little fake brooms, the kind that only go two or three feet in the air? " Twenty little kids and a lot of parents running around. For an early memory, it wasn't all that bad. " 'nd you? "
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