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Post by Ian Gray on Feb 19, 2007 6:57:10 GMT
Ian lay down on the moist earth, his feet perched restlessly on a log and his hair falling in swift brown curls over his forehead. Shifting his position, feeling the grass bristle underneath him, he stared at the heavy book in front of him.
Light reading. He rolled his eyes, letting them trail away from the small print and Homework assigned by the History of Magic professor. Letting one of his hands drop lazily onto his stomach, he yawned warily, before throwing open the book.
A layer of dust trickled out from the cover, and Ian wrinkled his nose before thumbing through the pages. It was obvious the book hadn't been opened for ages, the yellowed pages flickering rigidly in the warm gust of wind.
Settling the book on his lap, Ian flickered toward the index, letting out a grunt of surprise as a wrinkled piece of parchment landed on his lap. Raising an eyebrow, he pulled himself up and looked down at it curiously, before unfolding it.
The curly writing inside seemed to be a peculiar letter of sorts. Furrowing his eyebrows, on further inspection, the Gryffindor realised it was a love letter, of all things. Smirking, a bit curious, he was just about to delve into it when a sound startled him from behind.
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Post by Sophie Hargreaves on Feb 24, 2007 16:56:54 GMT
Sophie often liked a nice brisk stroll down to the lake and back. Though it did nothing to help her homework of course, she felt it necessary to clear her head, consequently she was often strolling here and about; due to her small and seemingly insignificant problems with the two annoying little boys in her life; Will and Dax, they really were quite insufferable and she had fled the common room after a hail of teasing from Will. Sighing wearily and wiping her eyes as if there were tears still present there, she ran a hand through her hair half-heartedly, she hadn't even had chance to check herself in the mirror before darting out of the common room; something she was now cursing herself for. She must look a total beraggeled mess. Then who did she see, a fellow Gryffindor, thankfully she barely knew him or else she would have died of shame, for her hair looked quite a disgrace, a strong breeze didn't help the matter as it swept her hair straight into her eyes. Creeping up on the Gryffindor she looked over hsi shoulder curiously for just a moment before he noticed her presence. "What are they?" She asked, her curiousity quite apparent in the tone of her voice. "Ian is it?" She asked not quite sure whether she had the name right. She looked sheepishly at him waiting patiently for the offer to sit down. She smiled at the lad hoping he would be amiable.
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Post by Ian Gray on Feb 24, 2007 17:10:38 GMT
Ian looked from the letter toward the girl, blushing at once. He hoped she hadn't seen, for it was easy for rumors to spread around Hogwarts and he didn't want anyone to think he was receiving love letters all over the place. Though, it was apparent she wasn't quite sure what she had caught a glimpse of, and he smiled at once, nodding beside him as if inviting her to sit down.
"That's me," he said, brushing the grass off his robes and crossing his legs. "And you're Sophie, I presume? No one's going to forget anytime soon the huge decline in points last term... Luckily we weren't quite in the running anyway." He winked, before glancing at the letter once more.
It had excited him, and he decided that something that had gotten him so enthusiastic would bring something of joy to her. She was a girl after all, and they did seem to go ecstatic over the prospect of love.
Wiping the grimace off his face, he turned back to Sophie. "Found it in my book," he said, handing it over. The date on the paper, at least three decades before now, would be enough to help her see it wasn't for him.
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Post by Sophie Hargreaves on Feb 24, 2007 17:24:21 GMT
Settling herself down upon the grass next to Ian, she tried unsuccessfully to tidy her hair and almost brought out a brush from her robes before realising that wouild of course attract attention to it, and showed she cared. She really didn't want him to think she was just obsessed with her hair. Already disconcerted by his sweet smile she smiled back pleasantly but grinned bashfully at his comment on Gryffindor's loss of points. Feeling her cheeks colour she decided against trying to counter against the remark, as there really was nothing that could be done about it.
"Yeah," she said wanting to add more. Thankfully she didn't have to divulge more as Ian kindly showed her the letter, "Oh," she cried immediately recgonising it, "it's a love letter, how sweet," It seemed she would just add to his beliefs about girls. She laughed gaily and said "got an admirer have you?" she teased immediately feeling comfortable in his company, as she so often did, she teased people, especially guys delighting in their blushes. But soon noticing the date upon it she added "h just a bit old. You've kept your youth remarkably well," She said with a another happy laugh.
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Post by Ian Gray on Feb 24, 2007 18:07:56 GMT
"Admirer?" He grinned, placing the parchment on a knee and smoothing out the creases. "Haven't had one of those since my first year..." He let out a hum as he tried to remember back then.
"She was quite vicious, actually," he said suddenly. "Set a doxy on me when I refused to take her out on Valentines day... Back then, I still believed girls were equivalent to trolls, you see." He grinned.
"Look here," He pointed to the name signing the letter.
James Lutherson
"You know, if we found a year book old enough..." He paused, looking to Sophie with a mischievous smirk. "We might be able to spot just who our crazy love-fiend was."
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Post by Sophie Hargreaves on Feb 25, 2007 11:32:10 GMT
Sophie laughed happily at Ian's remarks about girls, typical lad she thought. "Well I still know for a fact that most boys are worse than trolls," she said with a hint of bitterness lining her voice. Relationships, at least strong happy one's really weren't her forté. Sophie's mischeveous nature shone through as Ian remarked on exactly what was on her own mind.
"Sounds like a plan, maybe there's even a relation of their's at the school now," she said her eyes gleaming, "imagine that, don't suppose you know a Lutherson do you?"
Thinking for a moment she answered her own question "I can only think of a Lutherton, I think, in third year, Slytherin mind, I could have the name wrong though, who knows," she murmered.
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Post by Ian Gray on Feb 25, 2007 17:08:02 GMT
Ian grinned, looking at Sophie. "I'm not sure whether to be offended because you think we're so unintelligent, or to be flattered that you think we're so muscular!" Noticing the slight trace of bitterness in her expression, he smiled crookedly and looked back at the letter, moving away from the topic.
"Lutherson... Lutherson." He paused, tapping just beside his jaw in thought. "No, I'm afraid I don't. Certainly not in Gryffindor. But look what he says," Ian smirked a little, "Was a bit obsessive, no?"
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