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Post by steven on Oct 7, 2008 8:31:01 GMT 1
Steven quickly dressed in a pair of well worn black slim jeans, boots, a dark blue sweater and his familiar black leather coat, before wrapping the Gryffindor scarf around his neck a several times. The night was getting cold and he dressed accordingly. He looked at himself in the mirror and couldn’t help to smile satisfying, pulling a shiny dark hair behind his ear. It was finally weekend and he decided to make a trip into Hogsmeade. He had desperately missed that little village during the hard week of homework. He had pushed his finished essays and books aside, satisfying with his result, and he was in dire need of something from Honeydukes.
With his bag of money and some leather gloves folded firmly in his pocket and his wand in a holster he had bought this summer in Diagon Ally, Steven left Hogwarts all alone. He actually ended up in the Three Broomsticks with a warm butterbeer. But looking around at some groups, he figured that he must look rather sad sitting there all alone and he quickly stood up and made the trek out into the cold. After he had his drink, and was warmed fully, he stepped through the door. Steven looked up and down the street and grinned, as he saw some familiar faces of students and even some wizards from his cousin’s work, he had talked with this summer.
With a smile firmly planted on his face and his dark eyes with a sparkle, he made his way down the street.
Steven slipped into to Honeydukes and sighed with relief, there was not many people there. The warmth flooded through him and the smells of the confections assaulted his senses. Oh, he was going to spend some knut here today. He started at the shelf to the left of the door and slowly, made his way around the store.
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Post by caseymurphett on Oct 7, 2008 23:20:36 GMT 1
Even though he was on his own, Casey was surprisingly cheerful. Usually he could only be happy when he was around people, but he had had a good reason to leave Jemma - She was just about to get together with her crush. Or that was the plan, anyway. Ever since they’d known about him being in Hogsmeade that weekend, they’d been painstakingly plotting out every detail, trying to work it to their advantage. They’d carefully orchestrated it so that she’d ‘accidentally’ be in the same place as him at the same time, and after watching from a far to make sure things were going well, Casey had taken his leave - he wasn’t a voyeur or anything. Well, only sometimes.
So he was in surprisingly good spirits as he walked along the main street in Hogsmeade, even though he was alone and the slight wind was messing his hair up. As the wind picked up, he walked quickly over to the nearest shop - Honeydukes. His outfit - though devastatingly avant-garde - wasn’t especially practical for the cool September weather, and he didn’t want any more harm to befall his hair. He didn’t want it to go frizzy if it started to rain, which was looking more and more like a possibility. Not even magical straighten could cope with the evil hair-wrecking demon that was moisture.
As he ducked into the shop, Casey was too busy trying to fix his hair to watch were he was going, and as a consequence walked straight into someone. “Oh my god!” He squeaked, whirling round to see who he’d just bumped into. It was a boy he recognised as being in his house, even without the giveaway scarf. “I am so sorry, I was totally not looking where I was going.” He smiled sheepishly, hoping this guy wasn’t going to take offence. He so hated it when people were moody “I’m Casey, by the way. You’re in Gryffindor, right?”
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Post by steven on Oct 7, 2008 23:41:20 GMT 1
Steven studied some blue caramels as he suddenly felt someone bumping into him. The Gryffindor dropped the box of caramels on the floor and looked at the person who had now started excusing himself.
Taking up the box and placing it back on the shelf where it belonged, Steven smiled friendly waved at the other to show him that it was alright. “Don’t you think about it.” He said with a grin and noticed how polite the boy had said sorry, “I just should stand in the way.”
Steven studied the other boy, recognizing him as a fellow Gryffindor, but he didn’t quite remember what year he was in. It wasn’t sixth… perhaps fifth. He thought as his black eyes met the other boy’s eyes, “Yeah, I’m the proud member of the Gryffindor house,” Steven said jokingly and ranked his back. “My name is Steven Larsen, 6’th year. What about you? I know that you’re in my house, but I don’t think I know your name.” the dark haired boy admitted and looked down at his feet, showing a little amount of embarrassment.
“Are you also in need of some sugar after the hard week of homework?” Steven asked and took another box of candy, and read what it was on its backside.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 9, 2008 3:22:16 GMT 1
Woe to the fool who loves not candy. Honestly, considering the quantity Vivian managed to consume every day it was a miracle that she hadn’t built up immunity to sugar, let alone weigh somewhere along the lines of three hundred pounds. Predictably, the weekend had spun around and she was right back in Honeydukes store to restock her weekly supply.
Compared to the others who were adequately dressed, Vivian looked likely to catch pneumonia, making do with just a shirt, pants and her Hogwarts robes on top out of habit. She’d slipped happily back into her usually state of blissfully ignoring everyone’s existence as she darted back and forth as she’d done for the better part of fifteen minutes collecting a little bit of everything.
Checking in the bag she’d been storing her collection in much like a squirrel with a tree hollow full of nuts, she quickly went and ran through what she’d already gotten. Bertie Botts Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Blood pops, blah blah blah. Oh wait, one thing missing.
Vivian quickly wandered over to the aisle containing the sugar quills, only to find a girl and a guy standing right in front of it. She hesitated immediately, regarding the two warily. Perhaps it was better to wait for them to wander off? Ah, but she’d been in the shop too long already! Damnit!
A bit like a cat approaching a set of two very irritable dogs Vivan slowly edged closer, when cleared her throat weakly when she was in range. ”Um, excuse me? Can I please reach the sugar quills?” she asked, her voice very strongly Russian accented.
Hang on a sec, the girl wasn’t even a girl! It was a boy, somehow? Before she could stop herself she had fixed Steven with a very surprised look. ”Oh, sorry! I... nevermind.”
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Post by steven on Oct 9, 2008 11:27:09 GMT 1
Steven turned around and faced the pretty girl who had said something to him he didn’t hear, “Excuse me?” he said and raised a black eyebrow looking at the student he recognised immediately.
The black haired boy had seen her a several times in the warm red and golden coloured common room, while he was reading. He wondered for a second what her name was, thinking that one of his friends had told him that, but he had forgotten it.
“Did you say anything?” A smile formed on his lips as he looked at the girl. The gryffondor remembered her being a fifth year student, as he noticed her interesting accent. Where was she from? He asked himself and studied his housemate from top to toe, perhaps from Poland.
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Post by caseymurphett on Oct 9, 2008 14:31:00 GMT 1
Casey smiled when the other boy started talking to him, half relieved that he wasn’t going to take offence, half happy to have someone to talk to. It was all well and god Jemma finally getting together with her crush [well, hopefully], but it did mean he was short of company. It suddenly occurred to him that she might end up spending all her time with this new boyfriend and ignoring him - in which case he needed to find new people to attach to, fast.
Sweeping his hair out of the way with a practiced flick of the head, Casey took a better look at his new acquaintance - He was tall, much taller than Casey, and he wondered how he’d not managed to see him when he’d walked in the door. This guy was certainly distinctive - not many other people in Gryffindor hand long black hair. Not the boy’s at any rate.
A slightly frown appeared on Casey’s face after Steven had introduced himself. He was sure that he’d just said his name a moment ago, but he knew he could talk really fast sometimes, and Steven had been putting the bocks of sweets he’d dropped back on the shelf when he’d said it - which, Casey reminded himself, had been his fault to start with. No wonder Steven hadn’t heard him, when he’d been bumped into by what to his eyes must be some strange bubbly midget.
“I’m Casey” He said again, blushing slightly and trying to make sure he spoke slowly enough to be heard this time “And yeah, I’m in Gryffindor - Fifth year” His customary slid back onto his face, the momentary embarrassment all but forgotten as he started talking again “No, actually, I only came in here ‘cuz my friend Jemma abandoned me. She’s got this new boyfriend - well, sort-of boyfriend, we’re still working on that - and well they’re meeting up in the Three Broomsticks, so I was kind of left on my own and anyway, it started raining and- oh!” Casey clapped a hand over his mouth when he realised someone else was talking to Steven.
The newcomer was a girl he recognised as being in his year and class - as if the accent wasn’t enough of a give away - although they’d hardly exchanged two words in the whole time they’d known each other “Hi Viv!” He said brightly, giving her a friendly wave. She seemed a little startled and was staring at Steven. Maybe the two of them knew each other and there was some sort of scandalous gossip to be had. Casey smiled inwardly and decided to keep quiet for once, to see how things would pan out.
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Post by steven on Oct 12, 2008 15:31:05 GMT 1
Steven turned quickly around and looked at Casey with lifted eyebrows, he had heard a little of what he was saying but it sounded like they both were in the same situation, despite the fact that Steven could not find any of his friends before leaving the castle all by himself.
“I’m so sorry,” he said and gave the boy a friendly and comforting smile, “Why should she abandon you just because she got a new boyfriend.” The Gryffindor asked curiously and tried to catch the other’s eyes, “It is unfair to leave ones friends alone, just to hang out with a new “lover””
Steven thought how many times this had actually happened with his friends. Some of them got boyfriends and girlfriends and left the group to hang out with them in stead. But they always cam back some months and even days after crying and wanting some comfort from their friends because they have ended their relationship.
Even though being in love is an amazing feeling, it is also a dangerous one. One often gets hurt because of that, and this feeling even makes one leave the best friends behind. That is absurd, and everyone does it, even though they know that partners come and go, but real friends last forever.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 13, 2008 8:22:21 GMT 1
Vivian knew people mostly through faces than by name, and she rarely knew people from outside her year. Casey she recognised only because they shared some classes, but Steven’s rather unorthodox haircut did a fantastic job of making him instantly noticeable. Considering that, Vivian was surprised she hadn’t realised he was a guy sooner (as opposed to an ugly girl as she’d always assumed). Well, it wasn’t as though she’d ever looked closely; boys weren’t allowed to look like that back at her old school, so that was likely why she’d never bothered to give him a second look.
”Um, sugar quills?” She repeated, somehow ending up making it sound like a question as though she wasn’t even sure what she was asking any more. By the sounds of it she’d just interrupted something private, so it would probably be better to just get what she needed and get out.
She wasn’t sure of the details of what was going on so she didn’t want to judge, but it sounded a bit like both of them were a little jealous. It was to be expected wasn’t it? That friends would have to take the backseat sometimes? Or perhaps that was just the type of people she knew.
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Post by caseymurphett on Oct 14, 2008 4:53:18 GMT 1
Casey smiled again when Steven agreed with him about being abandoned for new boyfriends and girlfriends. He was beginning to think he might have a new friend after all, even if it was one who thought he talked to quickly. He realised that his entire speech about Jemma abandoning him had kind of been approximately the same speed as a hippogriff with a jetpack strapped to its back, but at least this time Steven had header him. He made a mental note to try his best to speak slower, and forgot it almost as soon as he’d made it.
Still, Steven was smiling at him and had just told Casey that he felt the same about things Jemma-wise, that was definitely a good sign “I know, right?” He replied, about to launch into another tirade. People who knew Casey well would cut him off at that point, or distract him with a copy of Aparecium. Unfortunately for Steven and Vivian, they were lacking in this vital knowledge, so Casey kept talking “I mean, I think it’s really rude like, when someone’s really good friend of yours, and then they just vanish because of what other people tell them to do? I mean like, they might not even mean to do it, but something it happens and you’re like ‘seriously, open your eyes’”
Casey was babbling again and he knew it. He really needed to slow down, think about what he was saying absently, he reached into his back and pulled out an acid pop, unwrapped it and started sucking on it, the sour taste making him shudder slightly. It was probably a good think he’d come into Honeyduke’s, he’d probably need to stock up on them again soon.
“What do you think, Viv?” He said, turning to the Russian girl. He felt a bit bad, just talking and leaving her out of the conversation. Granted, it probably want even a conversation she wanted to be in, but it was nice to make the effort. He hadn’t even noticed her asking after the Sugar Quills what with how much he’d been talking, so he presumed that she must be there to talk to Steven. His ploy to stay quiet and wait for juicy gossip to appear had kind of gone out of the window, but he supposed engaging her in conversation might help him to that end, anyway.
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