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Post by shana on May 11, 2008 14:57:52 GMT
Shana Lee, floated along the corriodors of Hogwarts, marvelling at how much had changed (the students for example, with all their new clothes), and yet how much had also stayed the same (herself with her Civil War era clothing, hair, and manner). Smiling at a group of Hufflepuffs as she glided past, she turned a corner and found a corridor she hadn't yet explored. "Well where on Earth could this lead to?" she wondered aloud, in her lilting southern accent. Still lost in thought she floated along, not paying any attention. Suddenly she stopped for she had heard footsteps coming. Floating in the middle of the corridor, she waited. Maybe the person would talk to her. She was getting rather lonely.
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Post by Blake Adams on May 11, 2008 15:48:27 GMT
It was your average February day, rain was falling heavily outside, and there was always the off chance of snow, in which all the distinguishing features of Hogwarts would fall ill to at some point.
Blake had been doing nothing of use up in the commonroom other than looking out of the window out into the grounds. Harri and Tobe and disappeared off somewhere and he had already managed to escape the gaggle of girls earlier today which generally took up the job of his shadow. And so he took it upon himself to find something to amuse him, he was unlikely to head off outside in this weather and so left his scarf in his trunk.
Blake ambled round the corridors, with his robes swaying behind him echoing every movement. A small gaggle of Hufflepuffs passed him in the corridor uttering general mutterings. Though only smiling at them instead he continued, deciding not to listen to their conversation. Rounding the next corner, a silver haze seemed to fill his vision, taking a step backward he took in his surroundings.
There was a female ghost floating just infront of him, somewhat glad he had not walked through her, he smiled guiltily up at her, waving slightly he began “Umm sorry about that, hello there Miss.” And he bowed slightly in greeting.
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Post by shana on May 11, 2008 16:55:22 GMT
Shana laughed softly, curtseying in reply. "Well hello there, young sir. How are you today?" she asked in her charming Georgia accent.
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Post by Blake Adams on May 11, 2008 17:09:37 GMT
Blake could not help but smile at the ghost’s response, you can never know how they are to react, sometimes there nice sometimes not. But as long as you are civil to begin with, you have your best chance or not being walked through and being attacked by a rather nasty chill.
Continuing in a proper British accent once more, he replied “Ah well i am quite fine and dandy thank you very much. And yourself Miss?” shooting her a charming smile as he said it.
Blake began to take in her appearance, he had not been bothered by it before, he was rather more concerned by the fact that he had almost walked through her. If there was anyway to anger a ghost that would be the way. She was a relatively pretty girl, no doubt considered a beauty in her day, however she bore unusual clothing. A green dress with many a ruffle, most people would not be caught dead in a dress like that in this day and age, but it suited the girl well.
Smiling at her once again, Blake began to speak again. “I don’t tend to keep the company of Ghosts, however a haven’t seen you around her before, and I have been here for a fair few years now. A new haunt is it?” He smiled, meaning no offence of course, and hoping she would not take it in the wrong way.
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Post by shana on May 11, 2008 17:15:01 GMT
Shana laughed, shaking her head. "Oh no! I've been here since 1864, I just don't come out much. What year are you? You don't look much younger than myself."
She smiled gently, eyes almost twinkling. She could tell that she was going to like this boy.
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Post by Blake Adams on May 16, 2008 8:25:13 GMT
Blake smiled at her, he was a little shocked that she had been at Hogwarts for so long and yet he had never seen her before, however it explained the clothes. He did not allow the shock to play on his features; instead he just continued to smile at her before he began. “Ah, well I am surprised. Thought I would have seen you around more if that was the case!”
The thing that Blake wanted to ask the most was how she had died, which obviously is the first thing you wonder. However it would be considered highly rude to ask, much like asking a woman’s age or weight, and it was never worth getting a thick ear to find out the answer. Casting the question at the front of his mind aside, he continued, “I am a sixth year, Gryffindor as the robes suggest.” He smiled once again.
(( i do apologise kris.. that was awful..))
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