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Post by preston on Feb 7, 2012 2:36:24 GMT -5
Preston Thornwood, a fifteen year old Hufflepuff in his fifth year, walked out to the stone circle with the intention to just sit and think for a while. Valentines day would be coming up soon and that meant he'd have to stay places only a few people had to go to for classes.
Now, Preston wasn't the most noticed person. His pale blond hair and blue to grey eyes gave him the cute boy demeanor but he ignored that when he'd change his appearence to fit the season or match his sisters. Since the school day was over, he was wearing a white t-shirt, sneakers, and jeans. Never would he be caught in things like tight pants, tight shirts and fancy shoes, they just didn't make him feel like himself.
Messing up his hair, he looked around. No one was coming from what he could see, so, he started talking (although it sounded more like a whisper) to himself.
"The messier our hair the less people will look at me right? I hope so, I don't want people talking about me. It gets annoying. . ." he said to himself shaking his head to get his hair messier.
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Post by celeste on Feb 7, 2012 17:25:18 GMT -5
Celeste wandered down towards the stone circle, staff in hand, hoping to practice and get her mind off Valentine's day coming soon. She missed her boyfriend terribly, but knowing him, she worried he had already found another girl... though in a way, it's not already, she's twenty years into the past from where she should be. She wasn't paying attention and didn't notice the boy who was already there as she found a small area and began her forms. Her quiet, upset demenor disapeared as she ran her hand down the smooth staff and started her different forms. She wore her favorite black leggings with a loose, navy blue tunic that matched her eyes perfectly. She moved fluidly from form to form, her arms whippin gthe staff dangerously, as if she was fighting against another staff weilder. A small smile grew on her face as she perfected each move by only small degrees. Her forms were near perfect, though her shy demenor would make one think she couldn't fight... how wrong that was.
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Post by preston on Feb 7, 2012 17:31:27 GMT -5
Preston just couldn't seem to get his hair the way he wanted it. Why did he his hair do that? He didn't know, all he knew was when he wanted it to be clean cut and perfect, it wasn't. When he wanted it to be messy, like now, it always looked great. Shaking his head he turned around to see a girl there. From the looks of it she was a transfer student, one of the Americans. Preston jumped and ended up landing behind the stone and hit his elbow on the way around.
"Ouch!" he yelped rubbing it.
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Post by celeste on Feb 7, 2012 17:36:19 GMT -5
Celeste jumped out of fright, and dropped her staff onto the ground. "Damn," she muttered, quietly, picking it up and gently bushing it off. She walked over to where she thought she heard the sound and spotted the person who made it. "All you alright?" she asked quietly, her strong, and happy face from moments before having reverted back to her quiet, shy look. "What happened?" she asked, equally as quietly. She tilted her head to the side, and despite her missing her boyfriend, had to admit that the boy had a nice look about him. She thought she might have seen him around, though usually with a bright colored hair, not something this faded.
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Post by preston on Feb 7, 2012 17:43:44 GMT -5
Preston cursed under his breath when she found him. He usually didn't make noise when he got hurt but he hit his funny bone and it hurt like being burned did. Preston nodded at her, he had to admit she was pretty, but he couldn't like someone, he had to take care of his sister.
"I-I hit my elbow." he whispered. Preston was still holding his arm when she'd asked and now he was kind of embarrassed about it. His hair was twinged red, one for the holiday coming up and two from the embarrassment, "I'm Preston, who're you?"
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Post by celeste on Feb 8, 2012 22:19:50 GMT -5
Celeste noticed his body language, how he held his arm, right at the elbow, the slight redish twinge in his hair from embarassment, the quiet curse he muttered. She noticed it all, she was quiet and observant, it's something she did. "Hit your funny bone?" she asked, quietly, her shy voice very soothing in a way, which surprised her. He seemed like one of the people who didn't trust many people, like her in a way, which may have been the reason. "My name's Celeste... I'm one of the transfer students, though I came from France. It's nice to meet you, Preston."
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Post by preston on Feb 8, 2012 23:32:09 GMT -5
Preston slumped down further on the rock, he was so embarrassed but he shouldn't be bothered by that should he? Either way, he knew others, cough cough his sister, would think less of him if he showed embarrassment. "Y-yeah." he blushed, but hid it quickly.
"That's um, really cool. I'm from here, my sister and I are Metamorphagi." he muttered, "It's nice to meet you too, I haven't met any of the transfers before now of course."
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