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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Mar 11, 2011 16:35:31 GMT
 it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If this day proved anything, it was probably that she was capable of wearing jeans. Alright, she wasn’t incredibly happy about it, since she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had the feel of denim covering the whole length of her legs, but she was capable of carrying on. Mostly, she’d attempted to ignore it completely, telling her mind that she wasn’t wearing jeans, but apparently it wasn’t that easily manipulated. Clearly this was a good thing, but for her activities, it wasn’t as happy a fact. Now she’d given in completely and admitted that she was trying out a new look, one that wasn’t actually as bad as she’d thought. Of course there was no question of her returning to wearing skirts or dresses instead, but she didn’t hate the thought of jeans any longer. It was just a shame that they weren’t as comfortable as her preferred style of clothing. A small flicker of indignation passed her, where she was disappointed in that she wasn’t as against denim as she’d imagined. Not because she had any other problem with the material, or the shape of the trousers. No, because she’d been proved wrong in her opinion, and the worst part was that nobody other than herself had proved her wrong. That was so mixed-up and confusing. She’d always been so sure that she was right about her thoughts and feelings, although this clearly wasn’t always the case. She could be wrong.
Brushing a piece of her blonde hair back behind her ears, she frowned, placing this out of her head for a few moments, as she concentrated on the purpose of her visit to this area of the castle. It might have seemed crazy to some people, well nearly all people, but she had always found that this place was the best place to collect her thoughts. Given the nature of the area, a large proportion of other students would probably have disagreed with her. It was not unfamiliar to students, but known as a place to avoid, if you could. However, she had always been fascinated with the tree and its surrounding area. She had never seen why everyone else tried to avoid it, sure it had a rather formidable reputation, but she still thought it to be an oddly comforting place to sit and think clearly, without the risk of being interrupted or distracted. This was especially useful when she had such a limited attention span normally, but sitting nearby, staring into the still branches of the whomping willow, she found her concentration levels rising ever so slightly. It had never ceased to amaze her how much easier it was to complete homework or revision sitting under this tree, as opposed to the traditional study places, such as the library. Unlike her mother who appeared to view the library as some kind of haven, Jaslene had never been inclined to sit in the same room for hours.
As she was prone to do, when she was situated in a peaceful zone of the school, she found her mind drifting away from reality, as she continued to stare at the tree’s lack of movement, excepting the occasional forced actions by the gentle spring breeze. Her daydreaming, however vivid, was not enough to distract her away from her inner thoughts to the noise she could hear suddenly invading the proximity of the area. Her eyes moved swiftly from the tree to the approaching footsteps of another person, whom she got the impression of being another student. Wanting to know why they’d dared to disturb her thought process, she frowned at them, almost instinctively before turning towards the other person finally. Surveying them slowly, she paused for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and returning her gaze to the tree in front of her, before she started to speak. “What are you doing here?”
[/color] The way it was phrased made it clear that this was not a question they had the choice of answering, but rather one that required an answer, for risk of her reacting badly otherwise. She felt she deserved an explanation for the disruption, but not as strongly as she felt that this reason had better be an extraordinarily good one.[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] does it f e e l like a head to lean on?- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Mar 11, 2011 18:46:53 GMT
Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn [/font][/center] Chris had just got up, it was probably late in the afternoon for all he knew, he'd overslept.. by a lot. He slipped into the clothes he had left lying around on the ground then checked himself out in the mirror, he had bags... under his eyes that is, not actual bags he could carry stuff in. A frown formed on his face and he began to search for something he could cover them up with, he was sure he had some sunglasses somewere.. after a few minutes of looking he managed to find some, not the ones he was looking for but he managed to find some that would do at least. Popping them on he checked himself out in the mirror once again, they worked, his hair was rather a mess though, sighing he ruffled it with his hand then shook his head three times then nodded once and checked the mirror again, it wasnt that good but it was as good as his hair was going to get with the effort he was willing to put into it, which to be honest wasnt that much.
Chris headed out into the world.. well.. out into the hallways of Hogwarts anyway, untill he noticed the people giving him looks, he stopped once again to check himself out, this time in one of the suits of armor, he couldnt see anything wrong with how he looked, then realized it must be the fact he was wearing sunglasses.. in the dungeons.. he sighed mentally making a note to actually use his brain a bit more from now on. He started heading outside as that would be one of the only places he could probably get away with wearing sunglasses, he just hoped it isn't raining.
It took him a while to get outside, not because he didnt know where he was going or because he was far away from the exit, but because he'd got distracted by two first years trading chocolate frog cards, he may be way to old to do stuff like that, but he did, he was just sly about it to all his friends and family, he wasnt even sure Beth knew.. he didnt exactly want her to know, it wasnt exactly something a dignified mature person should be doing, oh well. He eventually got outside and headed straight to his spot by the whomping willow, where he'd sometimes just throw rocks at the tree.. he wasnt sure why he'd do it, it was just good to do to relax.
As he headed towards the tree he noticed someone who looked familiar, but it couldnt be her could it, she was wearing jeans for one.. he couldnt think of a single time he'd seen her in jeans, Chris wasnt even sure if she owned jeans. He got closer to her untill Jaslene turned to look at him, so it was Jaslene. "Oh, nice to see you too" Chris said rolling his eyes at her, "You know, it'd be nice to hear you say hello for once" he joked then continued "If you must know.. you cant wear sunglasses inside without being looked at weirdly".
Chris then picked up a stone and threw it at the tree. He spent a lot of time annoying the tree, it was fun and a good way to get rid of built up stress or anger, he did things from throw rocks at it to stand as lose as he could without getting hurt.. he even on rare occasions played a little game of dodge the tree, which was basically going to the tree and dodging the branches and vines it tried to hit you with. "So, what brings you out here then?" he asked her curiously, Jas was like a sister to him, well not exactly like a sister.. more a best friend that he felt the need to protect a bit more than a best friend probably should. Some people, but not me [/color] I was born a champion[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Mar 12, 2011 13:33:03 GMT
it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For a while she sat there staring at him, she wasn’t sure that she’d seen him correctly. Well, that was an overstatement. She was entirely confident that she’d been right in her assumptions, but she hadn’t expected herself to be that good. One thing was clear, she expected him to speak first, rather than her making the effort. After all, he was the one disturbing her peace and quiet, and he had yet to give her a reason for doing so. Had it been anyone else, she might have considered that they were consciously or unconsciously stalking her, which was a weird thought to have. She had no idea why people ever started stalking other people. It was obvious however that the person standing nearby her was not stalking her, he did not have the collective brain power to do so. Okay, so that was a bit of an exaggeration to prove a point, but the fact remained that she knew he’d have a completely different explanation for how he had managed to stumble across her sitting in the middle of the grounds. The thing that did perplex her somewhat was that he had hesitated whilst approaching her, as though he didn’t recognise her. That was an even stranger thought than him following her. How could he not recognise her? No, she must have been imagining it. Still, it gave her the opportunity to gaze at him, without needing to explain it while she waited for the speech to fall.
“Well, you know me, Christopher,”
[/color] she grinned; ignoring his roll of his own eyes, although secretly thinking that she’d been a big influence in that behaviour. “When have I ever openly greeted someone with a boring word like hello?”[/color] She couldn’t even think of an example of a situation where she had started a conversation like that, she always tended to jump straight in, and expected the person to realise this and keep up. Shrugging, she ignored the fact that he wanted to hear her greet him with a positive attitude for once. However, she found it more difficult to suppress her emotions at his next statement. Was that the only excuse he was going to give her? That was not a good reason for disturbing her, at all. “That’s your excuse for bothering me?”[/color] she asked, rather incredulously. “That’s a rubbish reason, you could have come up with someone a little more interesting!”[/color] Especially as he was always insisting that he led such an exciting life at Hogwarts, compared to her. And his excuse for wandering around was that he couldn’t wear certain fashion inside? She couldn’t stop herself showing her exasperation at this. Since it was he, she’d forgive him for the interruptions to her thoughts, but she wouldn’t forget. She’d already decided to return the same behaviour to him, when he was trying to concentrate and give the reason for her disturbance as something trivial. A flicker of a grin passed her features again, as she recalled the exact words he had used as his excuse. Now she came to think on them a bit more, they were more than amusing. She wondered if he’d done that intentionally, or not realised what he’d said. “No, I can assure you it’s not the sunglasses that they’re staring at,”[/color] she commented, laughing at his expression. “People just look at you weirdly. It’s a fact of life, much like the sky being blue or birds laying eggs. Everyone just accepts it.”[/color] Yes, she was exaggerating again. It was just something she was accustomed to do, especially when she was teasing Chris, they’d always shared a relationship in which they could insult each other without getting offended. The wonders of friendship, she supposed, because if anyone else tried to insult her, she wouldn’t be impressed, to say the least. “What am I doing?”[/color] she repeated, trying to piece together what she was actually trying to achieve by being seated underneath a notably violent tree. Finally, it dawned upon her. It wasn’t anything complex or difficult to explain. “I was thinking, but you ruined that,”[/color] she replied, putting emphasis on the word was as she responded to his question. Raising an eyebrow, as other thoughts occurred to her, she frowned somewhat as she spoke again, “Why? What on earth did you think I was doing?”[/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] does it f e e l like a head to lean on?- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
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Post by christopher fredric weasley on Mar 12, 2011 14:22:09 GMT
Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn [/font][/center] Chris wasnt sure why he had doubted it was Jas so much, it was only jeans i fact they suited her.. not that he'd ever let her know that, she'd get full of herself and the fact it was Chris complimenting her, well, he'd never hear the end of it. Jas was just one of those girls that could probably wear anything and be able to pull it off, something else Chris would never let her know. "Good point" Chris stated, he would have liked to be greeted positively for a change though, with Jas it was always "what are you doing here?" or some sort of command like "pass me that book".
"Would you prefer it if i tried to flatter you?" Chris asked then cleared his voice so he could give an example "Well, i was walking about then i noticed this girl i believed to be a veela.." he then paused a moment and continued "Or would you rather i made up some sort of quest or adventure that sounds like it's from a book, 'Oh, I've just come to rescue the girls that have been kidnapped by a dark force an taken into forbidden forest'".
It was then he noticed the grin on Jas' face, he liked making Jas smile, he liked making anyone smile but there was something more satisfying when it was Jas, he wasnt sure what probably because most of the time she would roll her eyes and call him immature instead of smile or laugh like most people did. Cris faked a gasp at what she said "How dare you!" he exclaimed nudging her lightly. Chris smirked slightly when she said she was thinking, he couldnt stop himself so he began to clap "Wow, well done, you've learnt to think, bravo, we should go celebrate" he joked, he liked the way he could tease and annoy Jas and she could do the same to him but he knew they'd be friends forever.. Jas wasnt going to be able to get rid of Chris easily anyway.
"Why do you always jump to the conclusion that i'm thinking something dirty.. i dont know what you were doing.." he asked rolling his eyes at her once again, "What were you thinking about?" he asked curiously sitting down on the grass watching her carefully, he made sure to keep an eye on her when he asked her things, that way he could tell if she was lying to him or not, well he could tell most of the time, he had a theory on how to tell if Jas was lying but he'd never actually tested it because he'd never known when she'd been lying for certain.
"What's with the jeans by the way... it's weird no being able to see your legs, i miss them" he said with the smirk he wore so well. Jas not showing her legs was like seeing a person who usually wears glasses wearing contact lenses, acceptable but kinda strange. "Oh and whilst i'm judging your outfit.. what's with the slippers?" Some people, but not me [/color] I was born a champion[/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit
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