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Post by cally on Oct 19, 2008 0:09:44 GMT 1
Gale climbed the last bunch of stairs to the top of the Astronomy Tower, breathing a bit heavily from the haul. He felt like he was out of shape from lounging around home most of the summer but hopefully the next few months of trekking up the Tower's stairs will get him back into somewhat of a shape and tone his muscles up a bit. He walked over to the edge looking out at the landscape, loving to watch the sunset from up here when he could. It let him day dream and his creative side usually took hold causing him to sketch a few things until the light was gone from the sky.
Gale settled himself on the wide ledge with a leg curled underneath him and leaning back against one of the taller blocks of stone, pulling his sketch pad out of his bag and a few charcoal pieces; he'd been using charcoal more often lately. He glanced over to his left seeing the Quidditch pitch and some students practicing he decided that this would be what he sketched today. The charcoal made soft scratching noises as he went to work putting the view he saw down on his 15x20in pad. He was so engrossed in his work that he wouldn't have heard if anyone came up the stairs behind him.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 19, 2008 1:13:28 GMT 1
Vivian had been up and down those staircases so many times she’d lost count. The tower was yet another excellent place that most people avoided, simply for the effort required to move up and down. This week Vivian was making her pilgrimage because everyone in the common room was being a twat, yelling, screaming, and making noise. It was impossible to concentrate on reading under such conditions.
Magic wasn’t technically allowed outside of class, true, but surely it couldn’t hurt if no one was watching? With a quick look at either side, Vivian whipped out her wand and in a flash her rather heavy bag was merrily floating along in front of her the rest of the climb. There, much easier. Why did they need the towers so freaking tall anyway?
It wasn’t the first time Vivian had accidently ran across someone up there, but it had been so long since the last incident, and Vivian was really not paying attention. So, when the girl looked up from the floor after reaching the top of the stairs and spotted the back of a Hufflepuff, the first thing that happened was she almost jumped a foot in the air, then her bag came crashing down. Ink bottles smashed, and parchment and books (now splashed in a variety of colours) strewed themselves all over the place, as well as a few everlasting gumball wrappers and a now broken in half sugar quill.
”Oh hell.”
Flushing a violent red to match the Gryffindor colours on her robes, Vivian ducked down to try and pick some of it up, trying to remember the spell for gathering stuff off the floor and working ink off pages.
In any case, great, utterly admirable first impression. Like she needed the other houses to think she was a dumbass too.
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Post by cally on Oct 19, 2008 13:54:05 GMT 1
Rubbing his index finger vigorously against the paper Gale muttered to himself when the treeline wasn't smudging how he liked. He usually muttered about something or other when he was making art, things not turning out how he envisioned or from being interrupted. He faintly heard footsteps coming up the stairs but didn't pay any attention, the paper and messy charcoal more interesting to his other senses.
When he heard the bag drop and things smash he jumped grabbing a hold of the ledge to keep himself so he didn't plummet to his death his head whipped around to see who had shown up. His face flushed red from his heart racing and he set his stuff down leaning it against the wall before sliding off the ledge grabbing a few wrappers and pieces of ink bottles.
"Didn't think anyone was going to some up here" he said glancing over at the Gryffindor with a friendly smile, even though he was still freaked out some like he always was when frightened. He then noticed that he was getting charcoal over her book that he picked up "Shit.. sorry, I'm making more of a mess of your books" he shifted to grab the end of his robe to rub the smudge off the cover of the book before holding it out to her to take.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 20, 2008 3:22:57 GMT 1
Vivian was fairly focused on just trying to snatch things up as fast as possible and not look at Gale directly. At least then if her face was some strange colour he didn’t have to know about it. She was just leaning forwards to try and retrieve a piece of paper that looked dangerously close to being blown away when she spotted him ducking down to pick some of her rubbish up. Well, he had decency then at least. But then, it was sort of a Huffepuff trait.
”Zanks,” she replied quickly, realising he was basically the same colour as her, though the reason was a good guess. He wasn’t the one to make a giant mess. Still, it calmed Vivian down a bit; he was more approachable that way. He wasn’t that bad looking either, if a bit... well, it was hard to tell. A lot of straight boys over groomed themselves also, and she’d been known to come to embarrassing assumptions before. Steven Larsen wasn’t, in fact, a girl, as it turned out.
”Um, yeah, zat’s why I come up here,” Vivian admitted, feeling the heat in her face start to recede. ”And don’t vorry about ze book, charcoal comes off better zan ink.”
Giving up her plight, Vivian stood up determinedly, muttered something under her breath and made a sweeping motion with her wand. The two nearest books and a few sheets assented and flew back to her hand, the rest of the stuff just twitched. Back to doing it manually then.
”Are you American?” she asked, trying to prevent things from dissolving into an awkward silence. She was fairly convinced though, the accent of the good old U.S of A had to be the most recognisable on earth.
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Post by cally on Oct 20, 2008 22:49:43 GMT 1
"It's no problem.. everybody drops things sometimes" He said as he gathered up a few more of her items before handing them over to her and he moved back a step when she waved her wand to try and make the contents of her bag come back more easily. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and murmured a spell while flicking his wrist at a few of the ink covered books smiling some when the ink disappeared. Picking them up he handed them over again and helped with the rest of the mess until it was all picked up. "There." he mumbled with a little smile.
Nodding some he looked around "It's nice and quiet it up here. I come up here when I can" he said, making light conversation and noticing her accent. He'd seen her around before since his sister was a Gryffindor as well but couldn't put his finger on her name. Veera, maybe? Something with a V, he was sure about that.
"Yeah, I'm an American" he said, smiling in a friendly way at her, brushing his hair back out of his face. She seemed to be uncomfortable but and was attempting to make things less awkward between them. He wasn't a fan of weirdness so he tried to continue the conversation, hopefully the weirdness would disappear soon. "And you, your accent sounds Russian?" he asked hoping his guess was correct, not liking to insult peoples heritage if he was wrong. He headed back to pick up his things since the sky was darkening quickly so he figured he'd at least pack up while he could still see, tucking his wand away as he did so. He looked over at her waiting for her reply while he stuffed his art supplies back into his bag.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 21, 2008 2:11:47 GMT 1
”Oh, sankyou!” Vivian sighed in relief as Gale vanished the ink off her pages. She’d forgotten that spell ages ago, although it was probably a useful one to relearn. ”I keep forgetting zat one.” With Gale’s help they picked up the rest of it, and this time she made a mental note to keep her bag over her shoulder and not floating around ever again. It was only lucky she didn’t have tampons in there or something, that would have been epically horrifying even if the boy was sympathetic about it all.
”Yes, zat’s right,” Vivian replied in response to Gal’s guess about her ethnicity. She was a little surprised actually, and it probably showed. Everyone always guessed Bulgarian or Austrian or Norwegian or something, though she couldn’t really blame them. Most European accents must sound very similar to those who’d never heard them before, and it was worse when they only knew them from muggle television actors who didn’t know what accent was what to save their lives. The French for example were actually quite capable of making the ‘th’ sound, though that accent was always generally imitated very badly. ”So how did an American end up in Briton?”
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Post by cally on Oct 21, 2008 3:11:04 GMT 1
Gale nodded again "You're welcome, that one's always useful to know. I get ink over everything if I ever try to draw with it" he said finishing up putting his things away before standing up straight again. He was glad no personal items fell out, he wouldn't know what to do about it and the blush would probably never leave his face again. Especially when it was his own sister's personal hygiene items. He'd never forget the day she started 'becoming a woman' he thought she was dying, and that was another reason anything of the sort freaked him out.
Leaving his bag on the ground he laughed softly "The only reason I guessed Russian is because my dad's agent is from St. Petersburg and has an accent that sounds like yours." he explained, liking how that accent sounded, most accents he liked as long as he could understand the person when they spoke. "My dad's a painter and was commissioned for a few things in London and Paris when I was eleven, so my family moved out here. My other dad is working on expanding his advertising agency on international levels too, so after my dad's commission was finished we just moved here while my sister and I are in school."
He spoke with a smile on his face the whole time, randomly pushing his hair out of his eyes, even though it usually just fell back over no matter what he did. Thinking he was babbling, the blush had crept back up on his face by the end of his speech "Sorry, you didn't ask for my background" he said kicking at a loose piece of stone on the ground and sticking his hands into his pockets. "How'd you end up coming to Hogwarts?"
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 22, 2008 11:16:40 GMT 1
||OoC|| I decided to be an idiot and post anyway. *Should be studying. A lot.* ||
Gale sure had a lot to say, but Vivian didn’t mind. It was nice to get to know people, and if he was willing to say that much when a few words sufficed it meant he was sociable and friendly and there was nothing wrong with that at all. ”Ah, I take it zat art runs in the zeh family zen,” she said politely, glancing at the sketchbook with the half finished drawing behind Gale. It would be nice to have something that cool run in her family: all Vivian had was cancer on her mother’s side and stroke on her fathers.
”My turn then,” she smiled, rearranging the shoulder bag so that it was more comfortable. The thing had a habit of digging in to the same spot after a few minutes. ”Dad vas from Briton and didn’t vant me to go to Durmstrang, or vatever ozer schools in Europe because he said zat Hogwarts teaches things better. Proud man, and of his roots, so he vanted me raised the same as he was. I zink he made the right choice, Hogwarts is a very good school,” Vivian said thoughtfully. No need to apologise for that one, Gale had said about the same quantity. There was one more thing though, and it was rare for a life story to come because this most basic of steps: ”I’m Vivian, vat’s yours?”
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Post by cally on Oct 25, 2008 1:10:56 GMT 1
He listened closely just to make sure he understood her correctly even if he'd heard the russian accent many times before. "Yeah it does, both my parents are artists.." he said smiling a bit a thought of his mom running through his head and he made a mental note to be sending her a letter sometime soon. He glanced at his sketchbook when she did smiling more since he loved his art. Nodding he looked a little thoughtful when she mentioned the other schools in Europe "Oh, Durmstrang. I don't know anything about that school other than the Wizarding Cup was held here ages ago and a bunch of students came from there." he said shrugging a shoulder.
He grinned a little, having totally forgotten she was basically a total stranger still since they'd skipped the general introduction part. "Hi Vivian, I'm Gale. Do you have any siblings at Hogwarts?" he asked tilting his head, just curious in general.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 4, 2008 11:18:30 GMT 1
”It’s not a nice place apparently, it has a reputation as a school for zeh Dark Arts, and, vell, Grindelvald vent sere a long time ago, vich doesn’t help. It’s all very secretive, anyvay,” Vivian explained quickly. Honestly the whole rivalry and stealth among Wizarding Schools was rather pointless in her opinion. Maybe the places just liked to be mysterious?
Hell, she wasn’t sure if he even wanted the information, but, hey, it was better to take any sort of conversation bait when it was provided. It was nice to have a chance to talk to someone polite at least, as of recently the halls seemed to be decked solely with Slytherins, and if not that, easily offended Slytherin ghosts named Thaniel setting up experiments in strange places.
”I don’t vant to distract you from your art anyvay,” she added, realising he’d probably been busy before her blunder. From what little she could see it appeared to be half done, and if he was busy drawing real people below on the grounds he didn’t have long before they started moving around. ”I’ll find somevhere to sit,” Vivian said pleasantly so as not to give the wrong impression that that signalled the end of the conversation, and she made her way to sit next to the tower wall close to where Gale had been working. ||OoC|| Sorry for the epic late! ||
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