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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 7, 2007 2:23:04 GMT
Maria walked down to the lake her winter cloak wrapped tightly around her her head down against the cold wind that was blowing. It was just another boring day in her life. It seemed unlikely that someones life could be boring with all the things going on around the school and in the school, but somehow Maria managed to have a boring one none the less.
She shivered slightly as the wind blew a little harder. Even though she liked the weather when it was a little cold, this was too cold for her. Normally, Maria would be in the comfort of the warm Hufflepuff common room or a corner of the library on a day as cold as this, but since Aurora had been looking for her, because they needed to talk, Maria had come outside to avoid her. There was no way that Aurora would deal with this kind of weather if she didn't have to. Nobody in their right mind would.
She sighed as she walked to the edge of the frozen lake, still bundled up trying not to think about the cold. A light flurry of snow started and she couldn't help but smile a little. At least it would be pretty if she had to be out in the cold. The snow started coming down slightly harder, and Maria adjusted her scarf and looked up at the falling flakes. "So beautiful," she said with a sigh looking up at the sky.
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 9, 2007 7:58:58 GMT
Char adjusted his wonky earmuffs and made a face as the cold air targetted his nose. After a moment of rubbing it furiously, he resumed his heavy walk toward the lake with purpose.
A Gryffindor scarf was tied around his shoulder. Three minutes into his journey, he had decided he wasn't interested in being suffocated and placed it on a safer part of his body. With all that considered, he looked incredibly bizarre walking on a freezing day toward the coldest part of the grounds.
When he caught sight of a Hufflepuff, he smirked and walked over to her. Obviously, he was not the only insane person in the castle - or out of it.
"Nice day for a stroll, isn't it?" He raised his brows, before grinning and clearing a giant rock of some snow. He could put off his search for a few minutes.
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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 9, 2007 15:35:27 GMT
At the sound of the boy's voice, Maria lowered her gaze. Who else would be stupid enough to be out in this weather? She looked at the boy, a Gryffindor and he looked to be around her age. Maria moved the hair out of her face that the cold wind blew in it.
Shivering slightly she answered,"Yeah, great weather," she said with sarcasm in her voice. The snow flew around them, as Maria looked curiously at the boy. "I'm Maria, by the way," she said shivering a little.
It was hard for Maria to believe that someone else had left the warmth of Hogwarts to come outside on this bitterly cold day. After a moment, she decided to ask. "So, what brings you out in this weather?" She knew her reason for being out here, and it made sense. However, she couldn't think of any other reasons why someone who was in their right mind would be outside.
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 9, 2007 19:19:32 GMT
Char smiled crookedly at the sarcasm in her voice along with the skeptical look she gave him. His boots crunched softly in the snow as he finally approached her and he regarded her with vague recognition. "I'm Char," he said brightly, his voice slightly congested from what was clearly going to turn into a suffering cold.
In the brief moment of silence after that, Char slipped off his bookbag and unclasped it. Looking up at her question, eyes fluttering shut constantly at the falling snow, he managed to grin. "I'm on a mission," his gaze fell back to his bag and he pulled out a strange looking pole that sort of resembled a fishing hook. Then he smirked and pulled off his gloves, immediately feeling a rush of cool air surrounding his fingers. "What's your excuse?"
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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 10, 2007 3:06:14 GMT
Maria watched as the boy pulled out of his bag what looked like a strange fishing hook. What in the world was this boy talking about, a mission? After he had taken off his gloves, Maria realized that the boy wasn't in his right mind; that is why he was outside in this weather. She had been right after all, no one in their right mind.
"My excuse, I do not believe I need an excuse to come outside. Personally, I rather enjoy colder weather," Maria said. It was true she did like cold weather, but she did not like freezing cold weather. "A mission, exactly what sort of mission would involve coming outside in the cold with a fishing hook looking thingy?" Maria asked curiously.
Even though she hadn't really answered his question, Maria expected hers to be answered. After all, everyone deserved the right to explain their crazy behavior. Shivering more, Maria pulled her cloak as tightly as she could around her.
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 10, 2007 14:04:06 GMT
The fishing hook teetered on the edge of the rock he'd cleared earlier as Char regarded Maria with an arched brow. "Cold weather?" He grinned. "That's like saying you enjoy hypothermia."
Char figured there was more to the story, but he wasn't the kind to press for answers. Instead, he furrowed his brows in a concentrated frown and reached inside his bag again. When his palm resurfaced, there were small, brightly coloured feathers in his hand.
"What else to do with a fishing hook?" He said, wiggling his fingers. His frown returned briefly for a second as he dropped the feathers next to his pole. "I'm not sure if they are going to like the orange feathers, but I didn't have any magenta on hand." He almost seemed to be muttering to himself, but turned back to Maria with a challenging smile.
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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 10, 2007 22:56:13 GMT
Maria rolled her eyes at the boy's statement. "There is quite a difference between cold weather and hypothermia. I could, in fact, enjoy the cold weather because of the lovely snow. Hypothermia, there is nothing enjoyable about." She looked back at the fishing hook that set on the rock.
"You're fishing in this weather?" Maria asked skeptically. "And with feathers? Exactly, what are you trying to catch?" Maria had no clue what kind of creatures lived in the lake other than the few well known ones such as the squid. Animals weren't really her thing. What little she knew about animals she had learned from Aurora because that woman absolutely loved them.
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 12, 2007 17:22:55 GMT
Char smiled crookedly at her for a moment, before nodding. "The snow isn't so bad," he agreed and walked to his fishing pole. Clasping the orange feather onto the small, silky wire proved to be a bit challenging at first, but he soon had pinned it on at a smooth angle and grinned.
"What do you know about fairies?" He asked with a raised brow, finally gripping the thin pole with his cold fingers.
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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 14, 2007 0:36:36 GMT
Maria watched as Char fixed the pole up with an orange feather. Fairies. That was one thing that Maria knew very little about. The only thing she knew about fairies is that they weren't very intelligent creatures. Was this kid trying to catch fairies?
"Umm...not a lot," she answered looking at the orange feather. "Just that they are rather stupid...and vain; they are vain as well." Looking from the feather to the boy she asked,"Are you looking for fairies?"
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 14, 2007 1:21:09 GMT
Char grinned brilliantly, flicking the orange feather into the air with a finger. "They have every right to be vain; they're incredible." Then, he unglued his frozen fingers and swung the pole into the half-frozen water. "Their inactive form is a ball of light, which means they have no mass. Bloody hard to catch." He laughed with rosey cheeks. "Can never feel the tug, and when I realise something is there, it always escapes before I can pull it out."
He slid his form onto the frosty earth and leaned back against the rock. "I knew someone back home that said catching a water fairy warranted you a wish." He laughed. "She was a muggle, but it's worth a try."
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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 14, 2007 1:37:36 GMT
Maria laughed with the boy. "Silly, muggles. I don't think that you are going to catch a water fairy, and I highly doubt if you will have your wish granted if you do," Maria said with a smile. She had been raised in a pureblood family and found many of the muggle beliefs strange.
Curious as she watched the boy try to fish for fairies, Maria decided to ask a question. "And how exactly did you learn how to catch fairies?" Watching the feather, she waited for his reply. Where exactly would one find such information?
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 15, 2007 17:47:56 GMT
Char smiled slightly at her skepticism. After a brief second of thought, he held out his pole and gestured for her to come and sit next to him. "You're right, I don't think I'm going to catch a water fairy either," he said, eyes watching the feather sway in the wind as if it were going to fly off any minute. "Because you are."
He stared back in the water, and reached over to break off some ice so she could get a better range. "I'm sure they prefer females anyway, just like unicorns. Anything glamorous does." He grinned, then decided to answer his next question, even though she wasn't going to believe him on it either.
"I found the information in a Muggle fairy tale." He confessed. "When I was really little, it was one of my favourites. I've been determined to play it out ever since." Char laughed. "But, I also like to fish, so it works out in the end. Sometimes I catch old merpeople scales, which are also nice finds."
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Post by Maria Turolia on Dec 17, 2007 2:41:46 GMT
Maria laughed shortly before she could stop herself. "Me? You want me to fish for a waterfairy?" she asked, the amusement clear in her voice. She didn't even buy into all this waterfairy wish nonsense. Did he really want her fishing for his fairy?
Besides he had gotten his information from muggle stories. Getting information from muggles period was bad enough, but from their fairytale stories. "You know muggles aren't the best source for magical information," she said with a small smile.
Thinking about it for a moment, Maria decided that she had nothing better to do, and at least this would entertain her for a short while. Almost reluctantly, she walked over and sat down next to the boy. Taking the fishing hook from him, she asked, "Okay, so what do I do now?"
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Post by Char Hadley on Dec 23, 2007 21:02:09 GMT
Char looked at her innocently as she made her decision. A crooked smile graced his features as she once again voiced her opinion on Muggle Fairy tales. "I find Muggles have the most incredible take on magic," he replied, setting the rest of the feathers onto the snowbank.
When she was nestled next to him in front of the small fishing hole, Char leaned forward to take a look at the glassy water. "Now," he whispered, his eyes brightening. "This part takes intuition. Like I said, you won't feel a standard tug. Instead, you'll have to keep a look out for a ball of light traveling through the water from here."
Char glanced at Maria with a friendly gaze. "Don't worry, I'll look out for it too," he added softly, before peering into the frozen lake and rubbing his hands together.
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