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Post by Peter Thatcher on May 10, 2012 22:00:58 GMT -5
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Peter stretched and jogged in place as he stepped out onto the lawns of Howarts castle. it was only his third day, and he hadn't yet adventured to the surrounding areas of the castle. As he examined closely the bricks that held the castle together, Peter understood the age of the castle before him. It had been standing there for many years. His ancestors had come and gone through this castle years before him, and now it was his turn to live up to the Thatcher legacy.
As if commanded to march abruptly, Peter gained a sense of heroism and courage. He would be able to tackle any obstacles thrown at him in these seven upcoming years, he just had to make sure he had a fun time doing so. The weather was marvellous. Peter could smell the flowers in late bloom, the grass blowing in the wind, and every tree stretched across the castle grounds. He stopped his march under a firm oak tree found in the middle of the lawns, and leaned up against it.
Peter slid down the trunk of the tree, landing his buttocks in the grass. He reached for a daffodil and blew it into the wind. He watched it scatter around for a moment, then casually blow off into the sunset. Peter sighed merrily and relaxed against the trunk of the tree. It really was a beautiful landscape. None of the books Peter had read could quite depict the natural beauty that he encountered this day. He smiled and twiddled his thumbs. The only thing that could make this afternoon better would be some company..
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Kay Viper
Gryffindor
Fourth Year
I'm not the girl your mother warned you about. Her imagination was never this good!
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Post by Kay Viper on May 11, 2012 0:18:55 GMT -5
Kay had been in her dorm, she had started unpacking for what seemed to be the fifteenth thousand box. she huffed a bit and sighed, she needed to get the H outta this dorm. she looked over at Jay, her husky dog that was laying on her newly made bed. she smirked at him & shook her head. she then looked at the door & before she knew it she was out it & down the stairs. 'he'll be fine on his own for a while' she thought to herself. 'now where to go?' she asked, then she just started walking.
Her feet where taking her anywhere they wanted to take her. If only she didn't have to walk. Kay was lazy sometimes, she was hard to get along with, she could be mean, rude, & all of thee above, when she wanted to be, but if she wasn't like that then she wouldn't be herself. she shrugged off her lazy mood & before she knew it she was at the lawns. she hadn't been here in forever but that doesn't mean anything had changed.
Kay sighed to herself & looked around, she hadn't seen anyone around for what seemed to be miles, she then started walking again, daydreaming to herself & it looks like she wasn't paying much attention cause she had bumped into something? or someone? Kay backed up & saw a boy, a younger boy. "Oh dang, I'm sorry, shiz, you okay?" she asked the boy looking at him.
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Post by Peter Thatcher on May 11, 2012 11:28:45 GMT -5
It hadn't been more than ten minute before Peter dozed off into a light slumber in the shade of the oak tree. Nature's beauty had whisked him off to sleep. He wasn't asleep for very long, when he was abruptly awoken by a collision straight into his side. It had completely taken Peter off guard, and he opened his eyes to see himself laying sideways on the lawns, looking at a pair of feet. As he looked up, he saw an older girl standing before him.
Peering at her badge Peter noticed she was a Gryffindor. He couldn't judge her age. She seemed to look older than her voice portrayed her to be. He smiled when she apologized. "Oh, its quite alright. Sorry for hogging the tree," he blushed, remembering she had encountered him in his sleep. He wiped his muddy hands off on his robes, and stuck one forward. "Names Peter Thatcher, first year Ravenclaw," he beamed. He was truly proud to admit what house he was from. It gave him a sense of confidence.
Peter turned to the horizon. The sun wasn't quite setting yet, but it was forming into a beautiful afternoon. "It's such a wonderful day," Peter sighed, gazing off awkwardly into the sunset. "Oh my, I forgot to ask your name," he stated, turning back to her. "It's the least you can share with me after knocking me over," he giggled.
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Kay Viper
Gryffindor
Fourth Year
I'm not the girl your mother warned you about. Her imagination was never this good!
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Post by Kay Viper on May 12, 2012 13:08:20 GMT -5
Kay looked at the boy & listened to what he had to say. she was really sorry that she had just pummeled him over with herself. she giggled at the thought of it, but it seemed as if he was okay & that everything was fine between them. At least he wasn't one of those stuck up people that would have told her off right away. She smiled at that fact, there wasn't a lot of nice people left in this world, Kay knew, cause she wasn't so nice herself.
Kay shook off her thoughts & listened to the boys name, Peter. It seemed like a nice & simple name to have. nothing exciting, which was quite alright with her, sense her name wasn't exciting & vary easy to remember & so was Peter's. she smiled at him a bit & shook his hand, "Its nice to meet you Peter & yes it is vary nice out, I'm vary sorry for running into you like that, i honestly don't know what got into me." she said to him.
Kay then got down to his level & sat beside him, "I'm Kay, Kay Viper, I'm a Griffy." she said to him. "& like i said, I'm really sorry for knocking you over like that." Kay felt sort of terrible for doing so. she shook her head a bit & looked at the color turning sky.
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Post by Peter Thatcher on May 13, 2012 18:56:12 GMT -5
As she shook his hand, Peter could tell she was a delicate young lady. Her hair was curly and natural, and Peter couldn't help but notice the way it flowed perfectly down and covered little bits of her face. It was no secret Peter had encountered his first little crush. Feeling his cheeks flourish with redness, Peter attempted to calm himself down. She was obviously out of his league and much too old for him, but simply encountering her was enough to make Peter a little giddy.
He listened to her introduce herself. Her voice was magnificent, and her name simple yet unique. "Oh, Kay! Ok! You're a Gryffindor? You must be pretty brave," he grinned. He realized he'd been holding her hand for quite some time. He pulled back nervously. "Oh don't worry about knocking me over. I was fast asleep," he giggled. "Otherwise I would have made myself more noticeable."
Peter turned to the sunset. It was miraculous. Between a mixture of pink, red, and blue, the sky was absolutely fascinating. He sighed, with a smile. "It's gorgeous isn't it?" he beamed, turning to Kay. "Oh, where are my manners. Would you care to have a seat?" he asked her, nervously. "Err, if you're not busy that is.." Surely a girl of her caliber had many an appointment to attend to..
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Post by Meredith Reynolds on May 14, 2012 19:13:27 GMT -5
"Come on, Christine!!" Meredith was huffing and puffing, but not blowing any houses down. Nope, she was just trying to pull her cat Christine down the hill outside the lawns. Unlike most cats, she was on leash. Now, for a while, Meredith did not approve of leashing up her very sophisticated kitty cat, but she was too heavy to carry now, and Meredith was much too short to do so without suffering from a hernia or some other medical condition. Unfortunately, Christine did not want to cooperate this fine evening. She was hissing and meowing at all manner of random insects she saw in the grass. See, she was an inside cat, so when she went outside, she went absolutely bonkers. Tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ear and wiping a layer of sweat off of her forehead, Meredith gave one final tug on Christine's leash. "CHRIIIIIISTIIIINE!!" she sang, just like the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera. Mad skills. Christine was not mesmerized by her music of the night, however. Instead, she proceeded to tug very hard; so hard that her leash slipped right out of Meredith's hands. "Oh, bloody hell!" Meredith proclaimed in a very unladylike fashion. The Gryffindor girl chased after the cat, seeing that it was heading toward two people under an oak tree. Bother. Christine was going to eat both of them whole, she just knew it. Sprinting with all of her little might in order to save these two people, she took a nosedive just in time to grab Christine's leash. The front of her yellow dress quickly became grass stained and Christine hissed with dissatisfaction, but Meredith had DONE IT!! BAM!!! But what an awkward situation... She had managed to dive right in front of those two people. "Ooops, I'm sorry," she apologized, getting up and trying to wipe off her dress. "This is my cat, Christine. She gets a little wild sometimes and tries to eat things, and I was afraid she would eat you two, so I did my best to try to protect you guys, which resulted in me looking pretty silly, but hey... all for the sake of THE ARTS!!" She had no idea what the arts had to do in this situation...... but whatever.
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Post by Peter Thatcher on May 14, 2012 19:46:55 GMT -5
It was like a cartoon. Peter blinked, and the next thing he knew, a cat wearing a leash was barreling up the lawns towards him and Kay. "Uhhh," Peter stammered blankly. What was going on?" Cats weren't supposed to wear leashes! He watched it speed up gradually, then finally noticed what it was running away from.. It's owner.
Peter squinted and peered down the lawns to see a young girl wearing a yellow dress sprinting towards them. Her dress was beautiful, especially with the sunset behind her. It was the first thing Peter noticed about her, mostly because he had very little time to examine the sight before him before she took a mighty leap at her animal she had been chasing for who knows how long. She had captured the cat. "Right-O!" Peter cheered, clapping his hands, a wide grin on his face.
He giggled as the girl apologized. There were almost tears running down his face from laughing so hard. "Blimey, that was incredible. No need to apologize! My parents used to have a little runt puppy that would always escape outdoors. I'd always have to chase it down so it wouldn't eat my mother's sunflowers," he joked. Peter wondered what kind of strange things her cat would engorge.
"As I just introduced myself to Kay here, name's Peter Thatcher! First year Ravenclaw house," Peter squeaked, holding out his hand to the girl. He'd met two young ladies in such little time, it was no wonder his father had recalled himself as quite the young stallion back in the day! Peter was a little less confident. Nevertheless, he was still fascinated with each and every person he met. "Thanks for saving us, though. I was almost positive we were about to be attacked," he giggled. "But yes, your dress does look pretty artsy now!" he said, nodding to her grass stains. What a neat mixture. The green actually did fit quite nicely with the bright yellow.
"Christine's a neat name, but what's yours?" Peter asked the girl, as he turned back to regain his seat by the tree. The shade was covering them now, so it was a perfect spot to sit and watch the sunset. He'd gotten just what he wished for. A little company.
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Post by Meredith Reynolds on May 14, 2012 22:34:47 GMT -5
"Well, Christine probably ate that puppy by now, so I apologize for that, too," said Meredith matter-of-factly, for surely that would explain Christine's extreme weight gain. Without invitation, she plopped down next to the two people, pulling Christine onto her lap. She began to pet the cat as the boy continued to talk. Peter Thatcher, eh? That name had some potential in it...you know, famous potential. Like Hugh Jackman. Or Barbra Streisand. Peter Thatcher. Instantly, Meredith imagined this kid dancing on a stage in tights. She giggled into Christine's fur, but then proceeded to cough like she was allergic or something. Acting at its finest, folks. "It was no problem, really. If Christine had eaten you two, that probably would have gone on my permanent record or something, you know, or in the papers... I can see it now!" Meredith stretched her arms out wide, looking off into the distance. "'Extremely Talented Girl on Trial Due to Cat-astrophe'!" Oh, she was so clever. As for her dress... "Yes, yes, thank you... Grass stains are all the rage in London, you know." She was about to start a new fashion trend. YES. "Oh, right, I'm sorry!" Another attempt at not being a complete meanie face. Meredith flailed her arm out so that she grasped Peter Thatcher's hand in a firm handshake. "Meredith Reynolds! Nice to meet you, Peter Thatcher! I'm a second-year Gryffindor, actress extraordinaire, owner to this whale of a cat, and voted Most Likely to Star on West End... by myself." You would think that the last part would make her sound really lame and whatnot, but nope...she didn't think so at all! Self-confidence was key, even if sometimes looked like delusional.
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