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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 22:01:49 GMT
The twigs underneath her feet made an unerving sound as she moved through the forest. They rustled at evey step, revealing her whereabout just a little more. They were the little reminder that she was really not supposed to be there, but she had never cared before. She crept as if she was an old hand at this and in a way she was.
Slowly, and surely Alondra made her way to a darker area, where the dense trees barely gave her room to move. She found a small area where there was space, and she sat there crossing her legs. Her back felt a tree and rested there as her head came back as well. She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of birch and oak around her.
This was place was so placid and wonderful to her. No one could bother her and she didn't run a high risk of a teacher finding her. Even some of the professors hated this place, and none of the creatures inside of it cared as long as she wasn't in their territory.
[Striker]
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 22:14:37 GMT
Striker had gone into the forest to collect some of his own samples for potions, his collection starting to become full. He had managed to find a few others odds and ends that he didn't realise were out there, he had found tufts of werewolf fur, a thing that would fetch a decent price anywhere and he also found some unicorn mane.
The price for unicorn mane may have been down in recent months but it still gave off a far price. He had heard of an old Hogwarts student who had opened a wand shop in Hogsmeade, so he decided to go and speak to her later.
He decided that the time was nigh to return, his only problem with that is finding his way out for this was his first visit into the forest. He had decided to set off in a direction where he hoped he wouldn't find anyone, but there still was a pit of despair in the back of his mind as he walked.
The world around him began to meld into one as he walked, a shimmering buzz filling the air. He looked about and knew right away he was lost. A grim smile appeared on his face but he soon collected his wits and set off again, this time walking to the right of the direction he had been going.
He didn't know how much time had gone past, but he was sure that enough had passed so that night had fallen, though in the forest you could never tell. He stepped over logs, under fallen trees and down paths that seemed as old as the school, but he soon entered a place where it was dark and the path seemingly narrowed with each passing step.
Looking about, Striker heard a brief sound, as if a sigh. His curiosity piqued and he decided to follow the direction of the sound, soon having to squeeze through some narrow trees to continue, until he had appeared in front of a Slytherin girl, leaning against an oak tree.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 22:26:29 GMT
For a long time she just sat with her eyes closed. She made no sound and barely breathed, she just simply listened to everything around her. That perception made her pick up on someone coming. She wasn't capable of super hearing or anything, but the closer he got the more she hear the rustling and the moving of branches, until it was so close she could almost touch the sound.
Alondra's eyes shot open and she stared up at someone who was now in her domain. He was standing in front of her in the small space where one could actually stand and not be smashed between two trees. There wasn't much room since she was sitting down. The girl estimated about a foot or so between them at that point.
'Lucky me.' She thought sarcastically, but she hated to be bitter. She was a Slytherin, but unlike any of her fellow classmates. She had the whit and the charm, the intelligence and the attitude, but she was not stuck up or stubborn. She would not get down to the level of her peers. Alondra was more mature than that.
"Looks like I'm not the only one trying to break the rules." She said showing a small smile.
She was a confident girl, but in no way arrogant. She held her chin high, but never above someone's head. She kept herself in line as much as she could.
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 22:41:28 GMT
Moving his shoulder in such a way so that the bag he was carrying threw itself up onto his shoulder, Striker smiled.
'We all have to find a way to earn some money.' Striker said, shrugging slightly. 'My parents live too far away to send any money, even by owl, so I decided to come down here and find some stuff that looks good enough and should fetch a pretty price in the markets, plus it's worth what I found to get in trouble with the Ministry.'
Striker looked over the girl and noticed that she wasn't about to attack him for being a Hufflepuff.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 22:50:00 GMT
The fact of someone's house did not ever register in her own mind. Alondra had not once thought since she had laid eyes upon this boy about what house he was in, what he looked like, if he was different than her. He was just another figure painted on the canvas before her eyes, constantly changing and forever different than any other color or stroke on the piece. He was a work of art to her, beauty it seemed even though that such thing was not often associated with men. She had yet to form an opinion on him yet, than that of his prescence. He was friendly and seemed unafraid to talk to her. That was a good sign.
"I would have settled for mind your own buisness, but I appreciate the explanation." She grinned. Everyone in her house treated her like crap. She hadn't found a single one who wouldn't have gave her some horrible remark or tried to complain to her.
"I hope you find something...there's quite a lot about a quarter of a mile from here. It might take you a bit to get there because the brush is so dense, but I'm sure it's clear after that. Just don't run into anything you don't want to see in your nightmares or it just might be the last nightmare you see."
She felt in a way like she knew the place, like she was older and wiser. Not because he was a Hufflepuff and they both were the same age it looked. She just loved this place so much she liked the feeling of superiority in it.
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 22:56:08 GMT
Striker raised his eyebrow, looking about in each direction possible. 'So, which way is this place? That way? This way? That way?' He said, pointing to random places. Striker kneeled down slightly and studied the girl without making it appear so.
Why is she in Slytherin? Does she harbour a dark hate? Does she harbour any dark thoughts at all? Maybe it could be a gross miscalculation by the Sorting Hat? Whatever it is, I want to find out why! He thought.
'I'm Striker, well that's my last name, I don't like my name all that much.' He said, reaching his hand out kindly.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:03:14 GMT
"I'm Alondra." She told him and took hold of his hand. It was warm against the air that floated damply around in the forest. She shook it firmly but with a friendly ease, as not to scare him off. "I rather like my first name better than last. Redson wouldn't be a name I'd want to be called."
"But Striker's a good nickname. May I ask what your first name might be?
She studied him as well, but she had no reason to hide it. Her big blue eyes swept over his features and his clothes. He was definitely different than those she was betroathed to all day.
She herself was dressed in a long sleeved polo that was the emerald green on her house. It had the crest of slytherin on the breast and was cut down below where a brazier might fall. She had on a white t-shirt underneath. Her sleeves were rolled up and the collar flatted down on her shoulder. The shirt met dark sweat pants, a slate gray color. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun that looked badly tailored. She hadn't really expected social encounter or she might have not looked like such a scrub. Her face however was bright and beautiful. She needed no amount of makeup. Her eyes were the highlight of it all and she had childish features that met with radiant ones. She sat there curiosity in her eyes, and questions on her lips.
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 23:13:36 GMT
Striker felt a bit strange when Alondra took his hand, her hand warm, yet cool and smooth. He felt a bit uncomfortable, but coughed before replying.
'Alluran.' Striker replied with, looking away ashamed with it. It was then he looked back at the girl and noticed that her eyes were wide, clear and brilliant. He swore he could see his own reflection in them but soon her studied her clothing and noticing that she wasn't really dressed for a social call. He laughed a little, but noticed that she was not only pretty, but attractive. He didn't know if he wore a dumbfounded look or not.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:18:32 GMT
"Alluran..." She repeated as if she was testing her own way of saying it. "I like it...I'm sure there's a good reason you don't, but I beg to disagree." She teased.
She still had yet to form much more of an opinion. He was good looking, but she didn't want to jump on the way he looked just yet. Thinking he was either okay or attractive were a ways away. She was attracted to the personality first. That was the main reason for her blindness of people's appearances at first.
Alondra held onto his hand for a few seconds after and then slipped her own away. He seemed nervous, perhaps uncomfortable. Maybe he was taking into account that she was a Slytherin. He probably felt that she was a threat to him or that she would try to hurt him if he turned around.
Her kindness was not an act.
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 23:29:49 GMT
'You're the first person who I've actually told my name since coming here.' Striker said, laughing a little stupidly after. He looked at her again and saw her brilliant eyes again. He had a way of knowing if a person was good or not, worth knowing or not, and he felt that she was.
'I know this sounds dumb... but I usually run into the arrogant Slytherins and they usually berate me for being a Hufflepuff... but you... don't. It's nice to meet one who isn't like the rest.' He said, shaking his head as he looked away, his cheeks warming ever so slightly before he dropped his head down.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:34:31 GMT
She wanted to ask him why he seemed so uncomfortable, like he was embarrassed, but she stayed quiet. He had the right to be that way. She didn't have to question him for being himself.
"Well, hey looks like it's my lucky day." She grinned more, if that were possible.
"Nothing's dumb unless intended to be," She told him. "And I'm just like everyone else, I just have things a little more in perspective than my fellow house members. They need a little reality check.
Alondra wasn't afraid of much, just the future and death, but most people were. She reached when his cheeks seemed to shade a darker color and she touched it lighty with a small smile.
"Are you okay?"
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 23:43:39 GMT
'Yeah, I'm ok...' Striker said, trailing off before looking up and looked into Alondra's eyes again.
She isn't like anyone else... He thought, before laughing. He didn't know what it was about her, but he felt comfortable around her, maybe it was because she was treating him as an equal, instead of using him like a lot of others would.
'Have you got any other plans other than to sit here? Because I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to that place that you told me about.' He said, feeling a swell of confidence come out of nowhere.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:49:53 GMT
The girl looked at him as if she was thinking about it and then cracked a smile as if to say how could he even wonder, that of course she'd go and show him. She still wasn't sure why he had laughed, but then again she didn't want to ruin all the mystery. He was still new to her and that's the way she liked it.
"Of course." She nodded and then stood up. By then she had grabbed his hand and pulled her up with him. For such a small girl she was quite strong. She got him up with ease.
"I've got nothing better to do, and even if I did I'd still go." Alondra admitted.
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Post by boofhead on Mar 22, 2007 23:54:11 GMT
Once again, when Alondra touched his hand he felt the warmth, yet remaining cool and smooth. He smiled as she helped him up and heard her reply.
'So, you rather put aside things you have to do to do things you don't really have to?' Striker said, smiling wide as he looked at her. 'I think that's a rather good trait for a person.' He turned his smile into one of warmth, before feeling his cheeks warm again, but this time he kept his cool and held his composure.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:58:41 GMT
She kept hold of his hand even after she helped him up. Part of that reason was because she needed to make sure she didn't lose and because she rather liked it. She like the feeling of his hand on hers. It made her feel a bit like when she had been with Kandler, and those kind of feelings had been vacant in her life lately.
"I'm saying I just happened upon a nice person and I'd like not to lose that contact because of something less important." She told him honestly.
The girl began to lead him through the thick, tight brush. She squeezed through opening and waited for him as he did. At one point she stopped for a moment to breath air instead of bark. Alondra looked over at Striker to make sure he was okay.
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