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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jan 18, 2011 17:58:20 GMT
The funny thing about Sarie Thimble that she was never really paid attention to the time. She usually early thinking she was late. She would watch the day pass her by. She had never come up to the clock tower before. She wanted to change things up a bit. She needed think but she didn't want to go near the lake today.
She looked over the castle grounds. It was hard to believe that she only had three years left. She played with the badge on her robes. It was a perfect badge. She was a fourth year and a prefect. There was something stranger about this Gryffindor. She was often mistaken for a first year. She sighed and let the wind pass over her. It felt nice.
She leaned against the railing. She hope she hadn't stolen someone's favorite haunt. She didn't like making other people unhappy. She stared out to the sky. She wanted to fly, but it was still too cold for her. She heard someone behind her. She had stolen someone's spot. She turned around to see who it was
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jan 18, 2011 18:14:46 GMT
It had been a good day for Mr Harrison Greg and as he walked around patrolling the corridors he could not help and do a little shuffle and dance as he went along to the song in his head. He has just finished hopping up the stairs to the clock tower when he noticed that it was empty bar a single Gryffindor…Miss Sarie Thimble. A small smile tugged at the lips of Harrison as he approached the young Gryffindor. She was someone who had always been around in the commonroom and it really had escaped him how much she had grown in the past few years, what she must be in the fourth or fifth year now? She defiantly was not that little 1st year now who had the habit of getting herself into all sorts of trouble.
“Afternoon Sarie.” Harrison grinned as he gave the girl a slight wave as he wondered over towards her, leaning casually against the railing next to her. “Great view up here huh?” He grinned looking down at the girl, thinking that in a couple more years time she would bloom into quiet an attractive women. “You doing some thinking or…or are you hiding?”
Harrison could not help but jest, he was in a too good a mood to be taken seriously and he thought Sarie would welcome a light hearted attitude. She always seemed to be lonely, well compared to some of the popular Gryffindors anyway and so Harri took it upon himself to make the girl smile and bring a little bit of sunshine into her day. Yes he was that arrogant.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jan 18, 2011 18:23:01 GMT
Sarie has always like Harrison. He was one of one of the only people who didn't see her as a child. He always made her feel special. "Afternoon," she said. "yeah it is. This the first time being up here." She felt better now. She was worried that she have to leave. But it was Harrison, she felt a smile spread over face.
He looked at her. She remembered one time he had danced with her a ball. It had been wonderful. "It's a bit a both to be honest. I wish it was warmer today would be great for flying. Not much wind, clear sky," She cut herself off she was starting to rant. Felt her face flush, there was no way she could like Harrison Greg!
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jan 18, 2011 18:35:41 GMT
A gentle breeze floated in around them, causing Harrison’s fringe to float around in front of his face, the slight perfection that he always liked his hair to remain at faulted momentarily until he reached up and gently brushed it out of the way and more importantly out of his eyes. He listened closely to what Sarie had to say and when she mentioned that she had never been up here before he could not help but raise his eyebrows in shock as he looked at her. “Really?” He truly could not believe she had never discovered this place before. “Well I am glad you have found it now, it is so beautiful up here. Sometimes when I have a lot on my mind I just like to come up here and watch the sun set over the lake.” He turned his head to look out at the horizon, noting that the sun was still high in the winter sky. “You should come and see it sometime. You will love it.”
Sarie too seemed to have noticed the beautifulness of the day and she commented on how it would be a brilliant day for flying if it had not been so bitter. She had a point. It really would be a good day and he could not help but smile as she talked with such passion about flying on a broomstick. “You really love flying don’t you?” He grinned at her. “Is that what you want to do with yourself when you leave this place?”
He truly was curious at this fact because he had to make that important decision soon on what the hell he was going to do with the rest of his life! Any advice or simply hearing about other people’s choices might help give him an idea, he was not holding his breath though, it looked like a bog standard job at the Ministry of Magic was looming ever closer!
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jan 18, 2011 18:44:02 GMT
"That does sound nice. I came here on a whim really. I didn't want to go to lake today." She looked at the bright blue sky. She didn't want to look at him encase she was still blushing. She could talk to him. She couldn't talk to any one.
"I do love to fly. It's a really rush, feeling the wind around you like a tornado." She couldn't believe that he wanted to listen to her. He asked her if flying was something she wanted to do after school. She shook her heard. "I have a knack with potions. I want to something with that but I don't think I would be a good teacher. Maybe research or helping at St Mungo's. I'm not really sure. It's hard to believe that I'm a fourth year. I feel like time is running out." She didn't know what else to say.
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jan 19, 2011 10:25:46 GMT
Here was, for once Harrison not really cottoning on to possibly someone having a crush on him. Normally he would just assume everyone in the school did and as a result act like it. But with Sarie, well I guess he saw her all innocent and so when a slight blush tinged her cheeks he did not even notice and then fact she would not make eye contact with him…well there just must have been something flying in the sky to catch her attention.
Sarie continued to answer his questions, and Harrison turned his whole body to face Sarie but still leaned casually against the railing as he listened closely to what she had to say. It was really interesting to hear what she wanted to do, he could tell that a passion was there for both flying and potions and for the briefest of moments he had an image of Sarie, dressed up like a mad scientist make up potions that would cause many aliments. “I can really imagine you doing that.” Harrison said honestly, the smile not slipping from his face one bit. He did not know why but he really did enjoy talking to Sarie.
It was then the young Gryffindor mentioned about how she only had three years left and time was moving along too quickly. He could see where she was coming from, it did feel like yesterday he got his letter telling him about Hogwarts and now here he was, Head Boy and getting ready to leave the school. “Yeah time does go quickly in this place.” His gaze turned once again to the beautiful view from the clock tower. “But you still have so much to do here; you have all your exams, the thrills of kisses by the lake, having your first alcoholic drink in the Three Broomsticks.” He turned back to Sarie. “More late night adventures, mad lessons and boring ones. You still have three whole years of that. I have what, six months?”
His voice dropt a little bit as he realised that his best days at Hogwarts where behind him and the fun of innocence was slowly passing and before long he will be thrown into the real wizarding world. “Anyway, we both have the fun of the Yule Ball coming up soon.” He shot the girl a cheeky grin. “And I positively insist that I have the first dance with you!”
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jan 19, 2011 11:50:51 GMT
He could see her doing that. Harrison Greg knew how to work every girl in school. Sarie was young but she wasn't dumb. She didn't know why he kept making her talk. She just kept going on and on. The strangest part was that Harrsion didn't seem to mind. Every time she talked to anyone else they acted like she was crazy. She did want to work with potions. "You can?" She wondered if he was just being polite.
He began talking about things she had coming. He had already experienced all of that. She had plently of time, but for once in her life Sarie was worried about the time and how it was passing. What had she missed while chasing after paintings and while wondering around in the forest after dark? "Hard to believe that you are leaving. Classes are going to be so boring with out you." It was true, he made everything crazier. She wondered if the teachers would be able to handle quiet classrooms.
"Six months, its really a scary thought." Not that he really cared what she thought but it was scary. Was the world ready for him? He suddenly changing the subject to the Yule Ball. He wanted to dance with her? Why she wasn't pretty or a good dancer. "Sure, I'll try not to step on your toes too much." She said. She let the wind blow over her again. It really was a good idea to come up here.
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