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Post by stephaniebones on Nov 4, 2008 20:04:18 GMT 1
The chilly October air made Steph's nose go pink from the cold, but she remained outside with a book on her lap. She had plenty of layers on - two t-shirts, a jumper, a coat and a cloak. Plus gloves, a hat and scarf, though the hat was mostly for Darius' benefit; it kept the warmth in her hair so he stayed snuggly. And she stayed snuggly too. It was a win-win situation. Sort of. Possibly. She didn't know. Steph was too absorbed in her book to really care about how warm she was.
It was possibly one of the most read books she kept in her trunk. It was a muggle book, but that didn't really matter to Steph. She cared about content, not context. It was one of four books about a girl who could talk to animals, so right up Steph's street. The only thing it was missing was a musician, but one can't have everything. The book was still good. Brilliant in fact. And even though she was on her least favourite of the four, Steph was still in the land where the book was set. She was gone. Hogwarts? Where's that?
A sharp gust of icy wind rushed over, flapping at the pages on Steph's book to the point where they turned over. She grumbled to herself, a little narked off at the possibility of losing her place. She got even more annoyed when another gust of wind closed her worn book shut. She rolled her eyes and gave up on trying to fight the wind. It was probably best that she did as much. The icy wind had penetrated her roasty toasty nest of coats and made her nose just that little bit too cold.
Scrambling to her feet, Steph started to flick through her book again. She was trying to find the page she'd been on. She hated leaving books she was reading without bookmarks in. Especially with books she'd read a million times before - because she recognised all of it. With a first time read it wasn't so bad, because if you had no clue as to what was going on, then you knew you'd gone too far. But the girl was concentrating too hard on trying to find her place, that she didn't notice the other body walking towards her. If she carried on at this rate they were heading for a collision.
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Post by charlie on Nov 21, 2008 20:52:42 GMT 1
Charlie wasn't one for going outside when he could help it, but his cat, Fargo, had gone missing and it was an urgent search to find the creature where ever he'd fallen asleep. It was a guarantee that the creature was asleep in a strange place, if it wasn't in his room – he was a pain in the arse and was probably punishing Charlie for not paying him attention that morning and kicking him off the end of his bed when he was trying to sleep. He'd looked around most of the castle but to no avail – all that was left was the outside world.
He paused for a moment, looking round and rubbing his gloved hands together, breathing on them. It was freezing and Charlie didn't like the cold at the best of times – he felt it far too easily, hence his gloves, jacket, hat and scarf. All you could really see were a pair of pink cheeks and dark eyes between the mass of yellow and black. He was mentally cursing his cat for having run off, for making him run around after it when he had homework to be doing, but he'd have just worried about his pet until he found him and then he wouldn't have done his work anyway. He'd probably be scratched when he found the creature. Talk about being ungrateful.
He carried on walking, nervously glancing at the Forbidden Forest every now and then. He was hoping Fargo would be around somewhere out here, as he really didn't fancy going into the woods. For a start, it was called the Forbidden Forest for a reason and Charlie wasn't one who liked getting into trouble very often. Secondly, there'd been a few attacks and despite it being the daytime, he was still scared that he'd be picked on too. He was a very easy target, after all. Yet a small part of him wanted to know – what did the vampire look like? He wasn't as obsessive over fantasy as he was over science fiction, but it still interested him.
So lost in his torn thoughts over the vampire of Hogwarts and of his cat, he didn't notice the girl walking towards him, head down and flicking through a book. He remained completely oblivious... Until he walked directly into her, stumbling backwards and falling on the ground with an audible thump. He winced for a moment and then looked up, instantly apologising. ”Sorry, god, I'm sorry! Are you alright?”
[ooc: *is made of epic slow*]
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Post by stephaniebones on Nov 25, 2008 20:26:09 GMT 1
Was it any wonder that Steph ended up colliding with someone? No. She had her nose in her book, which she ended up dropping and losing the page of again! Steph considered giving up completely and just starting it again in a couple months. At this rate that is probably what she would do. But she was just feeling a littl grumpy - she'd ended up bum in the mud. And this was a more walked on section of the grounds, therefore it was slightly squishier on the mud front. Which was brilliant she had to walk through the castle, muddy bum on display. At least she wasn't on her own. The mop of hair attatched to the nearby boy in the mud told her that he'd ended up on his butt too.
And it wasn't as if she'd walked through the castle with worse covering her gown. There was that time in the first year after a particularly explosive argument. Explosive in the sense that someone had exploded a potion over her face. The caretaker didn't look like he was going to enjoy that clean up. She didn't enjoy it much either. It had meant a trip to the nurse and a week's detention. Stupid teacher claiming that Steph had been egging the other student on. But she could laugh about it now. In fact she was laughing. Not only about the unfortunate green goo incident, but about the muddy bum.
"Oh it's fine!" She said between giggles. "Trust me, I am fair unco-ordinated. If you hadn't have knocked us in, I would have gone anyway. At least then you'd have avoided the muddy bum." Steph looked at her companion, and it took her a minute to place him. She knew she knew him but all she could think of was potions. Was he in her class? Yes! Yes he was. "Charlie! Fancy meeting you in the mud!" Steph liked Charlie, and possibly a little more than she'd like to admitt. Certianly to her friends anyway. If he ever asked her what she thought of him, she would be completely honest. She'd say that she thought it was very cute, in more than one meaning of the word.
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Post by charlie on Dec 16, 2008 21:51:43 GMT 1
Charlie scrambled to his knees, cringing at the feeling of mud stuck to his school trousers as it squelched with every movement. Ugh, just what he needed. Could life get any more embarrassing? Well, the answer to that was clearly yes as he looked to find the person he'd knocked over was Stephanie – Gryffindor wonder girl. Well, that's what he tended to call her, in his head. She was one of those people who was slightly odd but also so awesome that there weren't really words for her. At least, he thought so. He generally admired people in Gryffindor more than the other houses, which was probably a bit odd for most people, but then again he wasn't exactly entirely normal himself. He blinked when she started laughing and noticed that her book was beside her, lying in the mud where the pages could get stuck together with the goop. He scrambled forward and picked it up, attempting to brush the mud off with his gloves before realising it was making it worse.
”Uh, here's your book,” he muttered, feeling his cheeks heat up. He was terrible around girls at the best of times, and knocking them into mud was certainly not the best of times. At least she seemed to not be too mad about it, though. He chuckled slightly at her words but still felt embarrassed. If he'd been looking where he was going, then this wouldn't have happened, would it? Damn him and his daydreaming! ”I don't believe you,” he murmured, shaking his head while he reached for his hat. It had come off and now it was covered in mud too. Lovely. He didn't believe Steph because he knew she was on her Quidditch team – therefore she had to have some semblance of co-ordination. ”You'd never hit a Bludger if you were unco-ordinated.” That much he knew from experience – first year flying lessons had been a bitch.
He flushed a little deeper as Steph joked about the mud again and he shrugged. ”It's, er, nice down here?” he attempted to joke back, mentally cringing at how terrible it sounded. Quick, a change of topic! That would be pretty handy right about now. He looked around, hoping to find something to talk about when his eyes fell upon the book again. ”Uh, what you reading?” he asked lamely. He didn't recognise the cover and books were always a safe topic, right?
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Post by stephaniebones on Dec 19, 2008 11:31:57 GMT 1
As much fun as she was having in the mud, Steph clamoured to her knees as well. She decided to go no further, else she'd end up face first in the mud. She didn't feel all that embarressed by this turn of events - she regularly made a fool of herself so she'd learned to not care. The amount of times she'd been knocked off her broom in matches and or practise! She had actually lost count. So had the nurse for treating concussion. But Charlie was alway so shy, just answering a question correctly in lesson made him blush just like he was now. Had she been privvy to his thoughts though, him calling her Gryffindor wonder girl, she may have been blushing too. Or tackle glomping him. It was one of the two - or possibly even a combination of the two.
Her heart sank a little as she saw the mud on her book. It was her least favourite of the four, but she still loved it! She tried to not show her disheartenment, epsecially as Charlie had tried to get some of the mud off. The sweet gesture made her oblivious to the fact that the mud had only spread more out. "Cheers." She said, smiling brightly at him, butterflies swirling a little. She brushed her crazy hair out of her eyes to get a better view of Charlie. Her ma always joked everytime Steph came home about how long and crazy her hair had got - the jokes were often around hair growth potions and spells.
Charlie's chuckle was cute, and she giggled with him. She watched him reach for his hat, also covered in mud just like them. At least mud was good for the skin. Especially as they were making no conscious effort to actually get out of the mud. Her excuse: She was waiting for the mud to seep completely through her many layers to get to her skin. A fully clothed mud bath. There was a small smile on her face he almost complimented her. "Well, I'm paying attention then. But I do fall off a lot during practise." She giggled, thinking of one her more spectacular falls - into a nice squishy pile of mud again. Steph always seemed to be in the mud.
"It is nice down here! Good company, free mud bath. What more does a girl need?" Her eyes fell on Charlie's blush, and it made her heart do funny things. It was adorable - and it made her like him even more. When he asked what book she was reading, she waved it about in her hand looking at the title as if she needed reminding. "Oh, it's Wolf Speaker by Tamora Pierce. It;s from one of my favourite series by her."
((ooc: *licks* "/@ thing again))
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Post by charlie on Jan 27, 2009 19:01:54 GMT 1
Steph had mad hair. There was no other way of putting it and he didn't really know why he'd thought it, but it was true. It was pretty, too - he quite liked her hair, but that was a very strange thought - but it was very mad. And slightly muddy. He wondered if she'd noticed yet. The mud was kind of splashy, she must have gotten it up there when she fell into the mud. Or Charlie splashed it at her. Whichever it was, it was still kind of funny and yet not at the same time. Charlie was panicking too much to find anything amusing at the moment.
"You're welcome," he replied, flushing a little more red every second. Maybe he could blame it on the cold? Yeah, that could work. The cold was making his face red. It totally wasn't just that he was embarrassed and always got epically flustered around girls. Steph didn't need to know that, unless she hadn't already figured it out.
He definitely wasn't thinking about the beneficial properties of mud, unlike Steph. He was thinking about how dirty it was and probably filled with bugs and germs. His paranoia stretched easily to cleanliness, and while he didn't mind a bit of mud for now, he was sure his skin would be crawling later on. He'd definitely have to have a shower when he got back to the castle.
Steph giggled as Charlie shoved his hat into his pocket... Or he attempted to. His pockets were too small and he didn't know any charms to make it bigger so he just settled for holding it in his hands. He pushed himself off his knees to stand up and very nearly slipped back over on his arse. He held out a hand to help Steph up, if she wanted it. It only seemed polite. "I couldn't do anything like that," he admitted, as he was kind of scared of Quidditch. Way too fast paced for him. "You're really impressive up there." Not that he watched the Gryffindor matches rather than the Hufflepuff ones. Totally not.
Steph was really quite strange and it made Charlie laugh. A short bark rather than a hearty laugh, sure, but it was better than nothing. Steph waved her book around and Charlie worried about her letting go and launching it back into the mud. It wasn't an unreasonable concern, either. "I've never heard of her," he admitted. It was one of her favourites, though? Maybe it was worth a look. It sounded like a fantasy or something similar, which was just Charlie's cup of tea. He was such a geek. "What's it about?"
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Post by stephaniebones on Jan 27, 2009 21:08:52 GMT 1
Steph knew all about the crazy hair, and the crazier trains of thoughts. Hers were
never sane. All this thought of her hair made her want to twirl a strand, which was
pretty typical of her. She could think about anything - even something as uninteresting
as onions - and she'd be finding she'd want it. Steph attempted to tame her hair, so it
wasn't so immensly crazy - only to find mud on her hand when she'd finished. She
looked up to her hair, as if she'd be able to see it, and made a noise of slight
annoyance. "Bah. Mud doesn't seem so nice anymore. Unless, is it good for the
hair too?" There was always a chance.
The fact Charlie was blushing was making Steph blushing a little too. She didn't get
too flustered talking to guys - they were essentially the same as her right? - but when
the heart is involved it all comes out in moron, so expertly said by Lorelai Gilmore. Or
the writer of that episode of Gilmore Girls, depending on which way you looked at it.
Whoever you quote, Steph could not deny, nor could anyone, the truth in those words.
Although she probably sounded fair confident, Steph was always just very aware of
what she was saying when talking to someone she liked. Someone like Charlie.
She grinned at him. Charlie was a whole new level of cute. He was like fluffy teddy
cute combined with pretty cute. Ordinarily she would be quite envious of that, but she
liked Charlie too much to have any negative connotations associated with him. It was
amazing, he even managed to make attempting to shove a hat in his pocket cute. She
giggled again, hoping that Charlie knew she wasn't laughing at him, more with him.
"Thank you." She said when Charlie offered to help her up. If he hadn't have
helped her up, she'd have only ended up in the mud again.
"I'm not particularly good at it, really. Considering how much I fall off!" She
laughed before brushing herself down. It didn't do much good, it only smeared the mud
more. She would have to ask one of the older students in her dorm if they knew a
cleaning charm, else she'd have to turn to a teacher - that would be interesting.
"Thank you." Charlie was just full of the nicest words! It was very hard to resist
the temptation to hug him - somehow she though he might freak if she did that.
His next laugh was a little weird, but Steph wasn't all that fussed. Everyone made odd noises now and then. Her tummy was the worst for it - and always in exams! Oddly enough, she did feel her book slip a little out of her grimey hands, but her grip was tight enough for it to not go flying again. She may have cried had that have happened. "She's an American author. I only know her 'cos my Pa goes there quite a lot. He saw the books and thought of me." Every time he'd go abroad he'd bring her back something. He only got her the book because he saw the main character liked animals. It was after that when she developed the love for the books, and her collection. "It's about a magic girl who can talk to animals. It's really good."
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