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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 19, 2007 23:14:37 GMT
Marishka lay on her back under a old, morose looking willow tree that hunt out over the water, as if looking at it's own reflection in it's own sad silent way. Merlin only knew how many years it had stood all on it's lonesome growing there, only the occasional student climbing it's trick trunk for company. Of course, Marishka couldn't care less about a lonely old tree. It was she who needed company at the minute...
Groaning irritably she sat up, placing her hands behind her and leaning on them as she stared out over the lake. Although the day was warm and bright there was a hasty breeze darting about the place, ruffling girls' hair and blowing robes up about knees, and so the surface of the water was choppy and unsettled, nothing capable of being reflected in it. Every now and then she glimpsed a shadow that looked like a tentacle, but it was just the wind whipping everything about.
'Bored!' She shouted at the top of her voice, flopping back down once more.
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Post by matty on Jun 19, 2007 23:28:55 GMT
Matt was beyond bored. He needed his sister to entertain him, but she was in France on vacation with her friends at the moment. Lucky him. He had no friends. He didn't need friends. All he needed was himself. At least, that's what he thought. He needs people around him so he does not become depressed and eventually, well, you get the point.
He was walking along the shore of the lake, when he noticed somebody shouting that they were bored, too. He laughed as he walked up behind the girl. "Aren't we all, love?" he asked her.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 19, 2007 23:35:34 GMT
Marishka's brow furrowed even further, and without opening her eyes to check who had decided to so rudely sneaking up on her, she huffed loudly. 'I'm not your love, thank you.'
Sighing heavily she raised a hand to her eyes, shielding them from the sunlight speckling through the willow's dangling leaves to inspect the stranger. Her disgruntled expression softened however when she saw that it was a fellow Slytherin. 'I'm sorry. I thought you were a Gryffindor trying to be rude...' She apologies relluctantly, not used to it. She was usually jaded regardless of House.
Sitting up and brushing off her back, Marishka looked round at them somewhat awkwardly, not knowing what they wanted. Of course they were probably in the same boat as her - alone and not busy. In that case, she had no other choice but to talk to them. 'I'm Marishka. Marishka Mayfair.' She stated, holding out her hand with a formal smile. 'And you are...?'
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Post by matty on Jun 19, 2007 23:44:27 GMT
Matt laughed. "Don't worry. I tend to call everybody that." he said, walking in front of Marishka. You would think that most people would be able to tell he was Slytherin. Especially with his emo looks. He took her hand, also with a small smile, and shook it.
"Matthew Everage. If you wish, you may call me Matt or Matty. Anything but Matthew. My mother doesn't even call me that." he said, letting og of Marishka's hand and looking out at the lake sparkling under the sunlight. He blinked a few times, it was very blinding.
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Post by fatherg on Jun 19, 2007 23:44:46 GMT
Arthur had just picked up a book out of the library on Transfiguration, proud to get ready to work on it, Arthur wanted to study and practice in the remote, quietness of the lake side. But then he saw it, two Slytherines. Oh wonderful, some more Slytherines to do who knows what to me. The stink pellets weren't bad, but the dung bombs.... Those were horrid. Arthur had a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans in his pocket, his personal favorite candy. He reached into his pocket and lifted a bean up to his mouth and popped it in. Arthur slowly slipped behind a tree near the Slytherines to see what was going on, his main goal was going to be to get by them unnoticed. She heard the girl shouting, then the boy said something to her and she reacted rather angrily and rudely at first it seemed, but she changed real quick. She must of not been paying attention, but Arthur slowly spun so he should be abstracted from their view. I am too nosey... Thank you Grandmom for that! Mom always says it was her side because that, oh well Arthur shook his head of any more conversations he would hold with himself mentally.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 19, 2007 23:56:25 GMT
Marishka gave a short laugh. 'Well, I understand the difficulties of nicknames myself. I'm the opposite to you - I hate people calling me just Mara - it's so... common.' She decided with a distastful grimace, standing up so as to be level with Matty. Tossing her head to one side to sweep her hair out of her face, she smiled in a conceited fashion, admiring her own rather unimportant deduction. 'I have to admit I've never seen you in the common room before - ellusive, are you?' She raised one eyebrow, inspecting him.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and Marishka swivelled round, eyes narrowing as she scrutinised the area, trying to detected whatever was close by. Of course, there was nothing... just a few scattered bushes and rocks. Could've sworn... she shook her head dismissively.
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Post by matty on Jun 20, 2007 0:11:32 GMT
Matt was still looking out at the lake, then he turned back to Marishka. "My name is too common to have a unique nickname. I normally stick with Matty. Most Matthews go by Matt." he said, hearing movement in the backround. He looked to where he heard the noise, using periphal vision. He saw a young boy, most likely a first year, dressed in Ravenclaw robes.
He smiled again when Marishka said she'd never seen him in the common room. "That's because I'm never in there. I'm always outside or at home. I only go in there when it's like ten o'clock at night to get to the dorm rooms." he said, turning to the tree where he saw the first year Ravenclaw. "And you no longer need to hide, you've already been seen. Don't worry, I'm a nice Slytherin. I can't really speak for Marishka..."
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Post by fatherg on Jun 20, 2007 0:13:34 GMT
Arthur froze, his breathing slowed, his body quit moving, he became totally still. Except the rising and falling of his chest from his quiet, slow breathing. Finally, using the tree as a brace, Arthur sat down. His legs were getting weaker, he was nervous. No, or was he? No. He was sure that he was down right terrified. Arthur sat indian style, on the ground, the book held to his chest tightly. Maybe reading the book would help get the Sltherin's conversation from his mind. He heard the girl speak again, and it was as if his ears were two satelites tuning in on her words, Arthur shook his head, but still no luck. He sat there, holding the book close to him. Arthur decided to lean around the tree to see if he can determine how old or what years they were. Arthur slowly leaned around so that one of his eyes could see around the oak.
Then the boy spoak and he froze. Arthur leaned around more, he used the tree to prop himself up and wobbled over to the two. He hid the bottom of his face behind the book, preparing to use it as a shield for any jinxes, curses, spells, hexes, pellets, bombs, or anything else that could be hurled at him. From what he heard, Slytherine's were not to be trusted, most of them at least. Arthur stood about five yards from the Slytherin duo and just stood there, waiting, for what, he had no clue.
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Post by matty on Jun 20, 2007 0:23:07 GMT
Matt frowned. The first year was scared of them. He felt sad now. Of course he didn't show it. He loved little kids, seeing he had one of his own. "What's your name? I'm Matt. And good god, will you stop acting scared? I already told you that I am at least nice." he asked the young boy with a smile.
His thoughts ran to Emilie, his adorable little girl. Hopefully his mother was taking care of her. He missed her terribly. He hated this school, for tearing them apart from each other. He continued to smile at the boy, waiting for his answer.
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Post by fatherg on Jun 20, 2007 0:27:58 GMT
Arthur lowered the book, "I-I-I-I am-m sorry s-s-sir" Arthur said stepping forward a bit. "I am sh-shy and had bad experience with Sly-Slytherins..." he said stepping forward a bit more, staring at the ground. "My name is..." Arthur paused for a minute, as if having to think what his name was. He was thinking, apparently this boy meant well, the girl had been quiet since his arrival. "Arthur, sir, Arthur Aendole. I am a first year" Arthur said, he finally stopped his wobbling knees, he didn't even have to lock them. Arthur felt a little scared, but not like before. The corner of Arthur's mouth slowly turned up, a fake smile he had mastered. He wore it when he was in public and when he was scared or sad. He hated people seeing him cry, and didn't want to let people think he was scared; but despite his attempts, he never did too good at it. Arthur then stepped close enough to be in range of touching and Arthur held out a quivering hand.
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Post by matty on Jun 20, 2007 1:19:44 GMT
Matty laughed when Arthur had called him 'sir'. "Well, most of the other Slytherins are a bit mean, I have to admit. And I am a seventh year." he said, still wearing a friendly smile on his face. He returned Arthur's gesture and shook his quivering hand. "Don't you think that if i was mean, I would've already done something to you?" he asked, chuckling to himself.
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Post by fatherg on Jun 20, 2007 1:49:16 GMT
Arthur took a second to think it over, how stupid of him, He stood htere a moment looking at the older boy and then felt a lot more relaxed. His book fell from his hands but he just bent over and tucked it into a bag attatched to his belt, where he kept most school stuff. Arthur looked at the older boy, this had to be the nicest sudent he had encountered so far. Perhaps all of the students in the Slytherin house were bad. "I am sorry, for... For judging you because of just a few bad apples, that was rude... I am a first year also. How did someone like you get put into Slytherin?" Arthur asked, asking the question without even thinking. Darn it, children, always speaking without thinking.
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