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Post by Roxanne Demetria Weasley on Jul 31, 2009 15:24:07 GMT -6
Roxanne wasn't exactly excited to be back at school, and with good reason. She typically wasn't one to be disturbed by news around the Wizarding World as long as it didn't pertain to her, her friends or her family, but the rumor that the new Minister of Magic (who Roxie thought was a dunderhead to begin with) was trying to wipe out the Muggleborns frightened her dearly. A good portion of her friends were Muggleborn, and some of the greatest witches and wizards of all time came from non-magical upbringings. Take her aunt Hermione for example. From what she's heard, her aunt was an unbelievably bright student, despite the fact that she was a 'Mudblood.'
But alas, whenever Roxanne happened to be in a bad mood, she got agitated rather quickly. The Gryffindor tended to be pretty easy-going (you know, if you could get past her sarcasm and the fact that her personality is almost exactly like her father's), so when she would suddenly be at wit's end (which was rare), it would certainly bring worry to some of her friends and classmates. Roxie did the best she could to hide her anger, or better yet just steer clear of other students when she was upset. This was exactly what Miss Weasley decided to do as soon as she could.
With the subtle night wind blowing against her face, Roxanne leaned against the balcony of the bridge, glancing down at the moon's reflection on the water. It was a beautiful August night; too bad her mood was getting in the way of her enjoying it.
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Post by Vincent Charles Hollis on Jul 31, 2009 15:35:05 GMT -6
Vince was, needless to say, bored with the whole ‘school‘ scene. Not that he didn‘t enjoy sketching the rolling lawns, or the crystalline lake in winter, it was just the fact that, being one who didn‘t believe in pureblood supremacy, the Slytherin‘s trying to get him to join their group, was maddening. “Pricks…” he muttered under his breath as he made his way outside, one hand in his pocket, and the other over his shoulders where his book bag hung by his finger tips. What shall I draw today? He thought with a smirk.
His long legs seemed to eat up the distance between himself and the bridge, not that he noticed. Vin was to busy thinking out how to take the Slytherin‘s down a peg to notice until he was standing in front of it. “…..Note to self. Spacing is bad.” He said, as he leaned against the tree that was conveniently growing largely next to him. His hands worked masterfully as they made the rough sketch, buthe stopped, and looked at the bridge again.
…. She‘s…..pretty. He thought as he looked at the red haired girl who was staring at her reflection. Vin sighed softly and glanced at the sketch. Yep he had drawn her in there, great. Now he had to get closer and actually…draw her features. He groaned and sauntered over to the girl, glancing over the railing at the reflection of himself and her. “Well hello there beautiful“ He said playfully.
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Post by Roxanne Demetria Weasley on Jul 31, 2009 16:00:03 GMT -6
Roxanne placed her chin on the palm of her hand, her gaze not leaving the moon's reflection. A sigh escaped from her lips. Maybe coming out here alone wasn't such a good idea. Not that Roxie was scared of the dark (she was a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake), but standing outside alone in the dark didn't seem so appealing anymore. This thought was confirmed indefinitely when she found that her reflection was no longer the only on the lake. Roxanne raised an eyebrow as she glanced to her side, wondering just who the hell this person thought he was when he tried to hit on her.
"Nice try." She said dryly, rolling her eyes and looking back down at the water's surface. The whole reason she was out here in the first place was to be alone, and now this guy was ruining it for her. Who did he just think was, anyway? Roxanne peaked subtly at the boy's reflection in the water, noticing that he had a sketch pad and pencil in hand. After a bit of a silence, Roxanne asked, "What are you doing out here so late at night anyway?" She had a feeling that it had something to do with that notebook.
(Blehh... Sorry it's short. xD)
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Post by Vincent Charles Hollis on Jul 31, 2009 16:06:28 GMT -6
Vin grinned at his reflection and ran a hand through his dark hair. He really loved the dark, especially when there was a full moon. It just seemed to make the whole night…brighter, if that made any sense. “Who said I was talking to you?” He asked, arching brow at his unwilling companion. “Maybe I was talking to the moon.”
He shrugged one shoulder and leaned against the railing next to the girl, his eyes on the moons reflection. “I came out to sketch the bridge. Since…full moons make everything pretty clear and all.” he said with a grin. “But I found you out here and sadly….I have to draw you to finish the picture.” He said, tilting the sketchbook to show her the unfinished spot that was her in the sketch.
“Now I don’t mean to be forward, but hold the hell still so I can finish, kay?” he asked.
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Post by Roxanne Demetria Weasley on Jul 31, 2009 16:24:09 GMT -6
For some crazy reason, Roxanne got the feeling that this kid was trying to make her seem like the weird one. As if. "Because," Roxanne started matter-of-factly, "it's a proven fact that only immature dunderheads talk to the moon. Then again, it sure explains a lot about your character." Roxanne knew that she probably wasn't one to talk about the whole 'immature' thing, but this guy was really starting to get on her nerves.
Roxanne raised her eyebrow again when he said that the full moon made things clearer. She could sort of see where he was coming from, but wished that he had stuck to the whole talking-to-the-moon bit. When he showed her the area of the picture where she was supposed to be and asked her to hold still, Roxie couldn't help but add another snarky comment. "Give me one good reason I should let you finish your bloody picture." She demanded, crossing her arms across her chest with authority.
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Post by Vincent Charles Hollis on Aug 1, 2009 20:22:23 GMT -6
Vince smirked, he liked this girls attitude, no matter how infuriating she seemed. “Well Tell that to all the men who wrote amazing songs about the moon, and the women she reminded them of” He countered. Which was true, Vince had heard some very interesting songs about that glowing orb before them.
“Well….let’s see. I’m older than you? And I asked as nicely as I could?” He said, arching a brow at her, and crossing his arms in a similar fashion to her. “And what’s your name anyone Beautiful? See that time I was talking to you” He said motioning to her with a nod, “and not to the moon.”
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