Maddyson Cross
Hufflepuff
Third Year
why cant we travel back in time?
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Post by Maddyson Cross on Apr 15, 2009 6:05:02 GMT -5
Smiling at the boy, she laughed. Ever since she had lived in Australia, she hadn't eaten a big breakfast. She missed the country, though she was beginning to become fond of the Irish / English accent that she had fashioned for herself in the four years that she had lived in the country. Although there was still obvious Australian words that she used, or words that sounded particularly Australian, such as home, the majority of her language had the familiar Irish twinge to it.
"You know us Aussies. We're never big eaters. If they served weet-bix, then we probably would." She grinned, as she looked back down at her breakfast plate. She wanted a milo quite badly, she missed the chocolately taste. As she had mentioned her heritage, Maddy turned her head slightly to the side.
"I was born in Australia. I moved here, what... four or five years ago? I used to live in the most beautiful town on the central coast of the eastern side of Australia, it was called Toukley. I really miss it there, but you know, this is my home now." Maddy spoke, revealing more about herself to the boy that she knew so little about.
[ I won't be able to post until Friday, or if not, the 25th. so don't rush yourself : )]
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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 17, 2009 0:05:32 GMT -5
Jay was a little surprised to hear that Maddy was Australian; she did the accent very well. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, to have to move across the world to live somewhere else, permanently. He supposed you'd get used to it after a while, but still, having to completely readjust not only your actions and accent but also your way of thinking. He thought that he'd probably never be able to do it, then mentally corrected himself. He'd adjust, it would just take a very long time.
She was doing a great job of painting a picture for Jay. She added onto what he already knew from being around her and filled in the spaces. Like pouring water into a jar full of golf balls. Starting off, the balls gave you an idea of the jar's dimensions, but it wasn't until you poured in the water that you got a really clear picture.
It was time to be more direct, Jay sensed. Not that he had much experience in the past two years with picking up social cues, but it felt right. He decided to go with his gut on this one and hope for the best. May be his whole problem was that he over-thought everything. Maybe things would go better for him socially if he learned to follow his instincts more. Well, there was only one way to find out.
"So if you're not going to eat and I'm not going to eat, what are we still doing here?"
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Maddyson Cross
Hufflepuff
Third Year
why cant we travel back in time?
Posts: 375
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Post by Maddyson Cross on Apr 24, 2009 20:53:07 GMT -5
Maddy knew that the boy was taken aback by her sudden confession. There wasn't many people in Hogwarts that knew of her past, she didn't often tell people these things, mostly because she liked to remain mysterious. That and she hated to talk about herself, as she always thought that everyone was listening for the sake of listening, not because they felt like they wanted to know more about her.
Maddy was quite happy to sit here and chat, though it was fairly obvious that the boy wanted to for a walk, and the girl was in no way opposing this action. She liked walking, whoever it was with. And this boy, he was nice. He wasn't like the usual people, that were so far up themselves that they couldn't even hear what Maddy was saying.
"Let's go?" Maddy asked, pulling her bag up onto the table in front of her, excitedly smiling at the boy. She wasn't sure whether this was the boy's plan to run away from her, but he seemed like he wanted to spend more time with her, and that was a-okay.
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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 26, 2009 12:18:35 GMT -5
Jay always felt a little weird about just leaving the dishes sitting out on the table. Back home, if he didn't take them to the sink and wash them, he would be scolded. It just felt like laziness to just leave them sitting out there. He wondered where the kitchens even were. They were probably somewhere in the dungeons, because he thought he would have noticed them on any of the other floors. But he once again ignored the instinct to go wash his dishes and stout up from the table. It was somewhat easier this time, as he had something to do as opposed to just sitting around.
He liked walks, and just being outside in general. Outside you could do pretty much whatever you wanted, and no one could tell you that you couldn't be here or there. It was a public space, without the order that came with the hallways and classrooms inside the castle. Outside was free.
So he started walking towards the doors to freedom.
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