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Post by River Mallory on Sept 1, 2008 18:49:46 GMT -5
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It was a weekend one of the first she was spending at Hogwarts. It felt good to be back there. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with her aunt. Psh, she never liked that woman. She was such a pain. She had much more important things to do than to deal with this woman who seemed to find a liking in torturing her.
She sighed softly as she walked through the courtyard making her way towards the black lake. She liked to hang over there, it was a nice spot and most of the students didn’t bother you when you were there…most of the students. She was lucky she hadn’t been one of the Slytherin’s target yet. She was too much in the shadows for them to notice her so they could annoy her. Which was a good thing.
She arrived to the spot she had been wanting to be and looked around, scanning the area before plopping down on the soft grass. Days were still warm enough for her to wear a t-shirt but she was wearing some good old jeans. She liked to wear stuff where she was comfortable with. The shy girl opened the book she had been holding all the way up to there and opened it to the marked page. She liked to read, it made her forget about the rude reality she was living in. A painful reality…
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Post by James Potter on Sept 7, 2008 23:56:37 GMT -5
Wherever James Potter went, trouble most likely followed and such was the case on the warm yet windy day on the Hogwarts grounds.
The root of today's problem was simple; James was bored, but not just mildly, what-shall-I-do-today boredom; this was a harsher and more extreme brand which attacked his very brain, and besides, it had been a long time since he had seriously bugged anyone. What he had meant by seriously bugged anyone, was when his annoying presence got to the point when his annoyees had yelled at him to get away, but it was worth it, especially if he had been obnoxious before his victims had managed to chase him away.
So it was decidedly unfortunate for the poor soul minding her own business, just trying to read her book, that he spotted her before long and deemed her to be an excellent subject for his brand of torture and that was when he began his leisurely walk around the grounds, casually pointing his middle finger at a few passerby Slytherins whom he highly disliked before he reached the innocent girl sitting under the tree. Grinning evilly, he softened his footsteps so he wouldn't make a sound and crept toward her, coming up behind the back of the tree before he jumped out in front of it, suddenly and spontaneously. Without any form of permission or formal introduction, he sat down next to her, allowing zero distance between them for her supposed 'personal space bubble'.
"Good afternoon." He greeted her, looking over her shoulder and down into the book she was reading with his bright, blue eyes. "Might I ask what you are reading?" Although his words were polite, his rude intrusion of what might have been personal space and time was most impolite and he knew it, in fact that was the reason he was doing this, or one of the reasons. What he wanted most was attention.
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Post by River Mallory on Sept 9, 2008 17:57:14 GMT -5
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River continued reading her book. She wouldn’t know that someone had been coming over to her, she was just too focused on the story she has been reading. She had learnt it was muggle literature but she liked it. She liked the stuff that muggles were doing; it was fascinating at times. Like that box where there were small people in, she didn’t know how they called it but every time she went in the muggle world; not often though, she liked to go check what was happening in those small boxes.
Her eyes were practically glued to the book until she thought she had heard some footsteps, she looked up, seeing a few people but none was close enough of her to be considered the ones who had been coming her way. She shrugged thinking that her imagination was playing tricks to her. Maybe she was going crazy, she looked down, thinking that she should maybe go and grab a bite… though, she was never hungry much the first days of a new year at Hogwarts. She guessed it’d pass, or at least she hoped so. She didn’t want to end up crazy like her Aunt.
She returned her attention to her book, until no one but James Potter sat down, very close to her, too close for her taste though. She hadn’t expect he’d just come and sit by her site that close. Her cheeks turned into a light shade of pink. Great, all to make her more nervous than she naturally was. She made a face to herself before turning her head to look at the older boy wondering about what he was up to.
"Good afternoon. Might I ask what you are reading?”
She stared at him for a few moments. Why on earth did he want to have a chat with her?! She had no clue, but she hoped she’d find out soon enough. “Hum, I’m reading m-muggle l-litterature…” she blurted out with a shy voice tone and only to make things better, she had to stutter in front of him. She strangely, felt like banging her head against that tree she was sitting by.
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Post by James Potter on Sept 21, 2008 17:40:18 GMT -5
James made no effort to back away and not his continuing efforts to stretch the tension of her "personal space bubble", but instead went right on with his obnoxious nosiness.
"Muggle literature. I love that stuff." He lied enthusiastically, sticking his nose as far as she would allow him into her book and made a sound similar to fascination, although it couldn't be clearer that he had never been less fascinated with something in his life.
"What is it?" He demanded, "Shakespeare, Jane Austin, Joss Whedon?" Not knowing that the latter was actually a muggle filmmaker and not an author.
However, James soon grew bored with tormenting the poor girl, whom he had never even met in his life before and he eventually inched away from her, so that they were sitting at a normal distance, and gazed out over the lack and said nothing to his fellow student. An odd thought occurred to him; the notion that he didn't even know her name, and, coming to think of it, he hadn't even looked at her properly.
Turning his head, he was able to take in her features for the first time. Blonde hair and blue eyes, or at least, he thought they were blue, but there was something in those eyes that haunted him slightly, as if, deep down, they were suffering and he quickly looked away to avoid embarrassment,
((Sorry for the shortness, I lost muse halfway through))
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Post by River Mallory on Sept 23, 2008 15:41:59 GMT -5
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"Muggle literature. I love that stuff."
River blinked as her cheeks still that light pinkish color printed onto her cheeks. Did he rally like that stuff or was he just trying to make conversation with her or something? She wasn’t sure…but at least he was making efforts to get her to talk, which should be a good thing right?
She tensed up a little as he looked down to see what was her book about. She wasn’t use to any kind of close contacts and especially not with the opposite gender. She also remember he was two years older than her. Which only made it harder for her to speak up. She naturally was shy and quiet and he was outspoken and somewhat loud. They were opposites now that she thought about that which she found the fact that he came and talk to her kind of weird. Wouldn’t he be hanging around with his Gryffindor friends or something? Or hanging out with his sibling or cousins? She knew he was related to Weasleys and there happened to have a bunch of them at Hogwarts.
"What is it? Shakespeare, Jane Austin, Joss Whedon?"
She stared at him as he questioned her and turned her attention to him once again. When he had mentioned the muggle filmmaker she smiled, it almost made her laugh, almost. So that proved her point that he was trying to get her attention even if she thought it was weird from him to do so. “J. R. R. Tolkien. Bilbo the hobbit to be precise.” She told him with a soft voice.
She relaxed as soon as he inched away from her and lowered her gaze on her book getting lost into her thoughts once again. Well, at least he wasn’t mean or anything, she could tell it. He wasn’t like Slytherins or her aunt, the lady she disliked the most in this living world. The nurse always worried about her and River had to go there every time after she was back from those summer vacations she had spent as being a darn slave for the lady. She wasn’t even eating properly; her aunt quite often only gave her food during dinner time and she had nothing for the rest of the day. That’s why she didn’t eat much in Hogwarts; she wasn’t used to do so. She was also a bit too slim due to the lack of food but people didn’t notice that due to her baggy clothes- they only notice her pale skin which sometimes people thought she was sick or something all the time. Some even suspected her of being anorexic which wasn’t really true.
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