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Post by aciaraydon on Dec 29, 2008 23:11:41 GMT 1
Hogsmeade had a few things about in that made it special, aside from it being a magical neighbourhood, of course. One of these special traits was that whenever it got near to winter, the picturesque village would immediately be covered in snow. Like now, for example. It was early November, and there was already a sheet of snow, two inches thick, covering the tiny village. The other special thing was that no matter how hard it snowed, rained or hailed, the benches remained dry, and often slightly warm. This was strange, but gladly welcomed by visitors to the neighbourhood. To people like Acia, who would rather avoid the busyness of places like the Three Broomsticks, whoever bewitched these seats to be so indifferent towards the weather conditions was practically a saint.
The small brunette sat on one of the afore mentioned benched, her feet tucked up neatly beside her. She was quite warm, even though the air had a chilly bite to it, as she was wrapped up in a woolly hat, her loved and worn Hufflepuff scarf and her parka jacket, which came down to her knees when she stood up due to her small stature. Her hands clutched at a hot coffee she’d been drinking for nearly half an hour now, more to keep herself warm than to actually quench her thirst. She’d gone to Hogsmeade to do some Christmas shopping, but this plan failed miserably, and she’d ended up watching people go about their day instead.
The people in the village made her laugh. There were the shopkeepers in their shop, looking thoroughly worn down and weary from the activity of their stores, and the inhabitants of the village, who either looked so irritated by the invasion of their neighbourhood by swarms of students, who were constantly falling over themselves in joy or laughter, or throwing badly-made snowballs at each other.
Acia smiled happily at the scene, and looked down into her coffee. A frosty breeze blew the parts of her hair that weren’t covered by the hat into her face, and as she shook it away again, she couldn’t help but wish someone was here with her. As childish as it was, she wanted someone she could throw snowballs at, too.
((I know it's not really the Three Broomsticks, but she's on a bench OUTSIDE of it. Closest place, really XD))
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Post by jasper on Dec 30, 2008 22:00:20 GMT 1
The cold was not something that Jasper Cole had a hard time dealing with. Having been born in the wilderness of upstate New York, he definitely was accustomed to snow, sleet, chilly wind, and other things that would usually make other people want to run into the nearest building and huddle together for warmth. The seventh year Ravenclaw was glad in a rather raggedy looking pair of tight blue jeans. There was graffiti style drawings scribbled all over it, more than likely by Jasper's own hand. A midnight black parka with a fluffy dark grey inside was clinging to his upper body, the hood up over his head, framing his face comfortably. His pale hands were lacking in any sort of protective layer, possessing nothing but a lit cigarette inbetween his fingers on his right hand.
Jasper lifted up his cancer stick, bringing it to his pierced lips and holding it there for a moment as he welcomed the tainting smoke into his lungs. Most people didn't like it when he smoked, and he usually tried not to do it around other people but a craving had suddenly crashed into him as he roamed the streets of Hogsmeade and he found that he was unable to hold back.
The snow was falling steadily, clinging to his parka. Jasper did nothing to shake it free, rather enjoying the beautiful look of white speckled on black. It was moments like this, when Jasper was able to enjoy a nice and peaceful scene without the insanity of his own mind nagging at him and tainting his entire world that were truly cherishable to him. It seemed that lately, these moments were growing fewer and farther in between.. especially with all of this unspoken drama that seemed to be going on with Rhys and Gale.
Jasper paused in front of the Three Broomsticks, taking another drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it on a trash can outside of the door. He disposed of the butt, and grasped onto the handle. It was a bit chilly, and Jasper paused for a moment, allowing his eyes to sweep across his outdoor surroundings once more. Blue-green fell upon a girl that was sitting alone on a bench only a mere few feet away. Jasper didn't like being alone himself, and so his gentle side went out to her. "Hey, cold huh?" He strolled over towards the bench slowly. |
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Post by aciaraydon on Dec 31, 2008 1:22:16 GMT 1
Acia jumped a little at the voice, and looked up to find it’s owner. On spotting Jasper, she offered him a shy smile and moved her legs to make room for him. It took her a few seconds of concentration and slow breathing to calm her nerves and slow her heart back down before she found the confidence to actually speak. In her mind, she told herself that if she was going to get anywhere in life, she had to overcome her nervousness of meeting new people.
”Just a little bit” She replied softly, a little amazed that her voice hadn’t shook at all. ”It’s pretty though, so it’s okay.”
She smiled again, clasped her hands together in her lap and surveyed the stranger. He looked like he could be incredibly frightful if he tried, especially seeing as he practically towered above the tiny girl. She felt like a mouse in comparison to him. However, he seemed to be friendly, and she figured he wouldn’t have approached her in such a careful manner if he had plans to shout at her or something like that. Besides, she liked the way he stood out from everyone else, and she needed some sort of company anyway. She felt her body physically relax now that she’d decided he meant her no harm, and scanned the area with her dark blue eyes.
”You’re alone too?” She enquired, tilting her head to a side. She didn’t want to ask why, thinking it’d be rude to do so, but she couldn’t help but wonder to herself why a guy like him didn’t at least have some sort of gaggle of swooning fan girls stalking him at a distance. He certainly was pretty, or at least she thought so. Maybe others thought differently? She didn’t know, but mentally shrugged it off. She sat awkwardly for a moment, playing with a strand of dark brown hair.
”Would you...Would you like to sit down?” She offered sheepishly, indicating to the rest of the bench.
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Post by jasper on Jan 3, 2009 18:05:03 GMT 1
Raising his eyebrow as the girl jumped, Jasper tried to recollect in his mind as to whether or not he really was that stealthy in his approach. This girl appeared to be a rather nervous one, and Jasper couldn't help but inwardly sigh. Usually the nervous ones were the first to run away at the signs of his bipolar disorder. But it was not matter, Jasper was just being friendly for a few minutes, right? Most people just talked to him stiffly for a little bit until he went away and he normally didn't talk to them ever again. The rumors of his "problem" had begun to spread through the school almost as soon as he'd came here a year and a half ago. Maybe they hadn't touched this Hufflepuff yet.. or maybe they had, and that's why she was so nervous looking.
Gently plopping down onto the empty space of the bench next to her, Jasper grinned a little bit as he felt the welcoming warmth of the wood. An enchanted bench, eh? It was moments like these that Jasper was very thankful for the very small trace of wizarding blood in his genes. Even if his mother was a squib. "Oooh, warm bench!" He was still obviously quite pleased with this, pulling the hood of his parka around his dyed hair tighter. "Yes, I agree though.. it is very pretty. If I did more than graffiti style sketches, I would be sketching the scenery right now."
Jasper's blue-green eyes turned to glance over the girl. He wondered if she had many friends.. if perhaps she was like him and maybe had one best friend and just a few people she spoke to once in a while. She seemed meek, even though Jasper had a hard time telling whether or not it was because she knew of him and was judging him too harshly. He wouldn't allow himself to get too comfortable, not yet.. because at any moment she was probably going to ask him to leave her alone. He found himself, as he sat here next to this girl in the snowing cold, missing Rhys.
Whereas he usually looked rather intimidating, Jasper sat there, attempting to make himself look as personable as possible. He smiled softly. "Yes, I am alone. It's usually how it is unless I am with Rhys or Gale.. but I am used to it." |
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Post by aciaraydon on Jan 4, 2009 1:58:24 GMT 1
A slight chuckle escaped Acia at his exclamation about the bench. In honesty, she’d thought the exact same thing when she first sat down. It seemed to be one of the hidden wonders of the magic world that were seldom mentioned. Of course, it made sense for people to be more enthusiastic about the ability to change objects into other objects and to disappear and reappear somewhere completely different in a split second, but the minor details were nice, too. It seemed like the stranger thought so too.
”I’d be drawing it if I had any artistic skills at all. I think all the creative skills went to my brother.” She smiled, and turned slightly to face the boy more. He was studying her, looking slightly apprehensive and edgy, which seemed strange to her. The five foot fifth year didn’t tend to make people seem nervous very often, and she now decided that she didn’t like doing it either. She fiddled with a strand of hair whilst wracking her brain to find something that could possibly make him feel more at ease. Suddenly, she was hit with the shock of the realisation that she had no idea who this man was, his name or anything. And he most definitely didn’t know hers.
”I’m Acia, by the way.” She introduced herself, feeling rather appalled at having forgotten to do it earlier. She would have liked to have added an action to accompany this greeting, but thoroughly despised the formalness of shaking hands, so instead she offered the towering seventh year a warm smile. If she had her own way, the standard greeting gesture would be a hug. That way, she wouldn’t be so awkward on first meeting people. However, seeing as some people didn’t see that as acceptable, a smile would suffice for now.
She nodded politely at his comment on being alone, tilting her head to a side slightly. She had a faint idea who Gale was as he was in her house, but not the foggiest who this Rhys character could possibly be. However, she figured it wasn’t that important seeing as they didn’t seem to be anywhere nearby.
”Well, I’d be happy to talk with you for a while, if you want?” She offered, pushing dark brown strands of hair out of her face. It sounded like a stupid question now that it had left her mouth, and she felt rather embarrassed for it. She bit her lip and looked down at the floor to try and hide it.
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