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Post by shona3 on May 3, 2010 0:09:12 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
Sophia pulled her blond curls on to her shoulder as she made her way up the stairs. With the recent lack of homework, and the lovely weather, she decided it was the perfect afternoon to spend outside by the lake. She had changed into some muggle clothes she owned. A simple summer dress and sandals. In her hands she held a sketch book of hers, a large canvas and a small pencil case of hers that held pain, paintbrushes and a charcoal pencil for drawing. She had drawn anything in a while and she could feel her fingers itching to paint.
Painting was her outlet. It was her way of expressing herself. She knew she sounded like many crazy muggles but it was a reality for her. She loved the way the charcoal felt under her fingertips, the way oil paints smelt and blended. The fact that they didn’t dry naturally for days didn’t bother her either. She was a fairly patient person, and the prolonged time it took allowed her to build dimensions and shades to her art. She didn’t do much with them, once they were done, she usually shrunk them magically and placed them in her trunk, once in a while she would send them home, where her mother would either hang them in her room, place it in the spare room, where all her paintings were kept or if it was really something her mother would rearrange the art in the house and hang it up in the foyer where all could see it. Her paintings were the one thing she enjoyed sharing with the world. Although most of her actions and thoughts were private painting was the one thing that wasn’t. She often gave people smaller paintings as a present, when their birthday or Christmas rolled around. It was an easy gift and one she loved. She loved painting for other people. Holding a brush in her hand simply made her feel alive.
Her parents had always encouraged her love for art. Even as a child crayons and paints had been her favorite pass time. She had passes hours finger painting or simply colouring in colouring books. The poor house elves who had to clean up after her. She had once even painted the walls of her room with her finger paints when she was four years old. Her mother had been extremely angry at that incident and had made Sophia clean it up herself. The house elves had been told to give her the supplies to do it, then to return to their work. Her mother had stood there and supervised as Sophia cleaned up her walls.
It was an event that was now laughed about, but at the time, Sophia had been quite angry. She didn’t understand why her mother had been so mean to her. Now she knew her mother was simply teaching her that one had to clean up their own messes.
Sophia reached the lake, and sat herself down crossed legged. She ensured that her dress covered everything that needed to be covered, then rolled out her canvas and pulled open her case, and retrieved a piece of charcoal. She opened her sketch book to a blank page and took a few moments to simply draw lines. She hadn’t yet decided what she was going to paint on her canvas, but even drawing lined in her sketch book soothed her and made her feel alive.
TAGGED. Johnny Boy
WORDS. 575
NOTES. sorry my opening posts are kind of terrible. , outfit
LYRICS. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert
MUSIC. I’m Yours-the script <3
CREDITS. TO JURATE. AT CAUTION.
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 3, 2010 1:55:34 GMT
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Post by shona3 on May 3, 2010 13:48:52 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
She had not yet progressed on to canvas, still being at an utter loss as to what to paint. She didn’t want to draw the lake, she’d done that many times before and it was starting to become a cliché and quite mundane. Besides, she was quite sure that if she sent home another painting of the lake her mother would simply discard it in the rubbish pile. She had gone through a phase when she was younger and had painted the lake in different ways for weeks on end. It was a redundant activity yet she had been searching for perfection. She finally attained it, when she drew the lake in the middle of a storm. This had resulted in a bad cold to go along with her satisfaction. Her sketch book lay open and she’d progressed from lines to 3D shapes with shading She was shading the bottom of her sphere when a voice startled her. It drew her out of her focus, but no in an unpleasant way. The voice was that of an old friend.
Sophia looked up in the direction of the voice and saw she was right, it was Johnathan. She smiled at him as he sat down “It is, and it helps that we have little homework.” she said cheerily. Although many students were in a less than stellar mood due to the recent Virus memorial, Sophia seemed to be in a perpetually cheerful mood. Maybe it was the fact that she had made it though without sustaining any losses or maybe the fact that there was just one less worry on her shoulders, either way she was in a good mood all the time. And now that the summer months had come, it just made everything seem better.
She looked down at her sketch book and responded, her voice soft. “At the moment I am drawing shapes, hopefully something nice soon. What about you? What book do you have there?” she asked curiously. She hardly ever saw Johnathan without a book. He was a stereotypical Ravenclaw in that way, almost always in the library and when he wasn’t a book in tow. It was somewhat comical to be quite honest. But the books he read were often quite good, she had read a few that he had suggested and had enjoyed them. They weren’t really here genre of fluffy romance, but they were good books none the less.
Continuing to draw random, shapes on her sketch book page, she found herself drawing a small man. She topped him off with a monocle and a top hat. She smiled slightly, he was cute little man, but nothing superb, he was the type of doodles she drew on the corner of her pages in class, while the professors rambled on. Sophia often had to rewrite her notes neatly, due to the little doodles she had a tendency to draw in the margins of her pages. She didn’t mind too much though rewriting her notes helped her study.
Sophia looked up at her companion “How have you been?” she asked him genuinely wanting to know. He was one of her closest friends. She told him everything, things he probably could have done well without, but he still knew about them. Sophia titled her head as she looked at him. She had found what she would paint. She was quite happy with the way the light was hitting his face, it was adding a new dimension to it. “Oh you’re going to have to sit still, “ she informed him firmly as she closed her sketch book. It seemed that Johnathan was going to get a larger the life sized painting of his face.
TAGGED. Johnny boy
WORDS. 600 ish
NOTES.
LYRICS. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert
MUSIC. come home – one republic
CREDITS. TO JURATE. AT CAUTION.
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 3, 2010 16:44:48 GMT
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] [/color][/center] Jonathan couldn't help but to return Sophia's cheerful smile which had always reminded him of his mother's smile. It wasn't that they necessarily had the same pearly white teeth or the same broadness in their smile, it was the contagious which it spread. He had never told her that because well, to be quite honest, it sounded a little strange. His little sister, his guru for social advice, had long ago told him not to voice any connections he made with a female and his mother, even if it was something as innocent as a smile comparison.
"I'm actually surprised they cut us a break with homework. I feel like I've done nothing else for the past couple of weeks or so," he replied with a short laugh, "Its a much appreciated break." Though the recent events which had haunted the entire mood of the school had taken its toll on the student body substantially, Sophia still held her cheerful demeanor. It was a refreshing change from the gloomy expressions he encountered daily throughout the hallways or in classrooms. Jonathan himself had been in a bit of a funk over the events, it was traumatic and unforeseen. However, rather than sinking into a depression, he'd been trying to work out the hows and who's of the event, not that he had really come to any solid conclusion.
He chuckled, "I'm sure it will develop into your next masterpiece," he replied in a supportive manner. Jonathan glanced down at the worn book beside him before replying, "Its a book my dad lent me a while ago about the history of magical medicine. Its actually really fascinating but you know, I'm a nerd like that," he murmured the last bit as he let out a slight chuckle. He was the quintessential Ravenclaw. He could normally be found in the library and if not there, he normally had at least one book on his person and more often than less, it had something to do with medicine or magical history. It was no secret that he aspired to be a Healer once he left Hogwarts. His obsession with both Potions and Herbology coupled with his desire to make a difference led him directly down that path.
There had been a point where he had seriously considered another career. Jonathan had toyed with the idea of becoming a journalist after school, mainly for the enjoyment he got out of writing as well as his yearn to answer questions and uncover mysteries. Though when writing for the newspaper, he would be forced to write in a way which the public wanted to hear, something which may taint any story. There simply came a point where he had to choose between one or the other and becoming a Healer seemed more rewarding than simply telling stories which were biased towards the public opinion.
"I've been pretty good, you know, as well as someone can be during times like these," he replied honestly, though in an attempt to lighten the mood he added, "I'm just ready to be out for the summer, you know? But it'll be kind of weird since we'll only have on year left at Hogwarts." So much for lightening the mood. "What about you though? Everything going okay?" he asked with sincerity. Sophia and Jonathan typically shared everything with one another, probably at times they shared too much, but it was a friendship which Jonathan was thankful to have and it overrode some of his other more shallow relationships. He couldn't help but laugh when she asked him to sit still. "Really? With everything you could draw out here you choose me?" he asked jokingly but immediately began to cease his subconscious fidgeting.
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Post by shona3 on May 3, 2010 20:38:24 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
Sophia giggled as he mentioned that he didn’t feel like he had much of a break from homework. Smiling up at him, considering he was a good four five inches taller than her, she rolled her eyes slightly as she spoke “I suppose, for you Ravenclaws it’s different,” she teased lightly “You do tend to put in that extra mile or so into all you work.” she stated. She knew it was a pointless statement, he probably knew this better than anyone else. There were times she was surprised he simply didn’t move a sleeping bed in to the library and sleep there. He could probably get away with it too. The librarian seemed to love him.
Scanning the grounds with her eyes, Sophia looked to see who else was out; there were a few couples roaming here and there and a few other groups of friends enjoying the sunny weather. Sophia noted a group of girls she couldn’t stand walking away and silently thanked Merlin that they hadn’t planted themselves anywhere near her. It wasn’t that the girls teased her or anything of the sort, it was simply that their voices were much too high pitched and loud and when they laughed Sophia would swear that at a certain pitch only dogs could hear them. It may seem a bit mean, but those girls were the ones that were constantly chatting and that too about the stupidest things and at the most inopportune times, such as in the middle of a lesson. It wouldn’t even bother her that much if the professor hadn’t chose to force Sophia to sit in the middle of them where they would talk over her. If she were one to snap she would have done so ages ago. Thankfully for them she wasn’t. She kept her aggression to herself.
Sophia had always envied Johnathan for knowing what he wanted to do with his life. She was still unsure. And that was a problem considering she was quickly approaching her seventh year and would have to start applying, either for her post-Hogwarts education or jobs soon enough. She had considered many options but could never decide. She had wanted to be a teacher at one point. But the only class she was good at was Herbology, a healer was out due to her terrible potion skills and well she wasn’t gifted enough to an Auror. That was the problem with only being average in everything; it left one with very few career options other than random ministry positions such as a secretary, but the thing was once your foot was in the door at the ministry you could always move up. Of course her real dream was to open up a gallery where she could sell her art. Yet that was highly unlikely. One needed money for that, and there was no guarantee that people would like her art, if they didn’t she’d be at a loss. And no money meant many problems.
As much as Sophia was a daddy’s girl, she didn’t want to live with him forever. When she was younger she always imagined herself getting married right after she finished Hogwarts, of course she no longer wanted that. She wanted to live her life a bit before she settled down. But at the age of eleven, seventeen seemed ancient.
“So what have you learned so far from the book?” she asked. This was a usual question for her. He was always reading some factual book, maybe this was why she knew so many triviums, and she was Johnathan’s best friend. She was constantly getting him to tell her random facts.
A frown formed on her lips, as his words. She knew what he meant.
Taking the bait she smiled at the mention of summer. “It will be nice, I think mum and dad are planning a trip of some sort though, seeing as it is his last year and all” Sophia told him, referring to her older brother who was currently preparing for his NEWTS. He wasn’t the most cheerful person at the moment. But Sophia knew he didn’t mean any harm. He was simply stressed.
While it seemed that Johnathan wasn’t too thrilled about their final year approaching, Sophia was. She had a countdown going of the days left. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any friends at Hogwarts; it was just that she was sick of it. She couldn’t wait to leave the castle. There was only one thing she had left to do here, and that was to paint the castle from the entrance gates. She wanted to capture the broken gates and the full castle. Other than that she was done with the school. Just the thought of finishing soon, brought a smile to her face.
“Oh I’m well, just getting ready to start preparing for the exams, I’m wondering why I took potions again this year, I’m miserable at it” she told him nonchalantly. She knew why she had taken it; her mother had strongly encouraged her to take it, after she got the necessary marks in it due to Johnathan. If it wasn’t for him she would have failed. She promised herself that this year was the last year. Next year, she was only taking classes she liked. After all, she needed the best marks possible to get a good job, she didn’t know what that job would be, but she would need good marks to get it.
Sophia nodded with a smile “It was either you or the lake, and well there’s not much I can do with a painting of the lake anymore. If I do you portrait on this size canvas it will take me a few months to finish, so it will be ready in time for your birthday,” she said with a smile. She didn’t care that he wouldn’t be surprised or that he knew his gift, she might give him something else as well, seeing as it was his seventeenth.
TAGGED. Johnny boy
WORDS. near 1000 apparently
NOTES.
LYRICS. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert
MUSIC. Three little birds – bob Marley
CREDITS. TO JURATE. AT CAUTION.
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 3, 2010 21:26:12 GMT
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] [/color][/center] "Ah, those lovely house stereotypes," Jonathan replied in a teasing manner. "Just can't get enough of those. Although I guess Raveclaw gets off pretty easily when it comes to all the biases and what have you," he mused aloud. The worst thing he'd heard someone say about his house was that they were all a bunch of bookworms, nerds if you will. That wasn't something he was really all that ashamed of, in fact it was one of the few things he prided himself on. Gryffindors could be self-righteous martyrs, which could be admirable if that was your sort of thing. Hufflepuffs were usually deemed as the leftovers, ones who didn't fit into any of the other houses, but Jonathan didn't really believe in that one all that much. He really didn't have a problem with some Slytherins but there was hardly ever a good word said about that house, other than from its members of course.
Off in the distance, towards the other side of the lake, he saw the tip of a large tentacle slip back underneath the glassy surface of the water. The Giant Squid had always held a certain fascination for him. It was always amusing to watch the reactions of muggleborn first years when they first cast their eyes on the creature. There would be sighs of amazement and others would murmur about how that couldn't possibly be safe. Apparently at muggle schools they didn't really promote having large creatures on their campuses. He then shifted his gaze towards the outer edges of the Forbidden forest, a taboo place which had always held an interest for him as well. Jonathan had never really been very good with animals, perhaps he lacked some sort of maternal instinct or they simply smelled fear on him, but because of this he had never bothered to take a Care of Magical Creatures class which was something he'd always regretted. Taking that course seemed to be the only way to get into the forest, without breaking several school rules that is. In order to subdue his curiosity, he had settled with reading about the creatures in books from the library, though sometimes he still had the yearning to travel into the forest to see everything for himself.
Jonathan couldn't help but wonder if Sophia had figured out what it was she wanted to do once she graduated. It had always been a toss-up for her; she changed her mind rather frequently. Sometimes he wished he had shopped around for career choices a little more thoroughly but other times he knew he was doing what he should. He could remember when he and Sophia first met, she had been more concerned with settling down and getting married after school. Thankfully, she had changed her mind since then. It wasn't that Jonathan had anything against the idea of getting married, just that sometimes people spent all of their energy on finding a soulmate that they didn't necessarily live their lives for themselves.
Ah, soulmates. That word left a bitter taste in Jonathan's mouth. Up until about a year ago, he had been one of those idealistic types, the one who thought that people end up marrying their first love. He'd been horribly wrong. Roxanne had permanently scarred him. After her cheating, both times, Jonathan had been left with a broken heart. Thankfully Sophia had been there for him through those trying times, he probably would still be moping around about it if it hadn't been for her.
He smiled at her question. This was a usual game between the two of them. Anytime he had a book which she hadn't read, she'd always ask for random trivia which he happily gave her. "I haven't really gotten too far into it yet. Right now they're talking about Chauncey Oldridge who was the first victim to have Dragon Pox in the 1100s," he replied, looking down towards the book, "Apparently he was some sort of famous quidditch player or something." Jonathan had never really been into the whole sports thing, it just wasn't his bag. "Have you read anything interesting recently?" They normally had different tastes in books but when she recommended one to him, he would immediately begin reading it. He liked to think that there was a lot to learn about a person by reading books which they enjoy.
"Oh yeah, I forgot it was his last year. Do you know where they're planning on taking you?" he asked, wishing that his parents would do the same though there was no reason for celebration. His family didn't travel nearly as much as he would have liked, mainly because his parents were both tied down with their jobs. He wondered how her brother was handling the stress of upcoming NEWTs; he imagined it was even more stressful than usual given recent events.
He chuckled when commented about her Potions skills. "Hey, you've improved a lot," he complimented, flashing her a smile. "Do you think you're going to take it again next year?" He doubted that she would, given how much she hated the subject. That was unfortunate though, she'd been his Potions partner for about six years now.
"Already ruining the surprise for my birthday present, are you?" he asked teasingly, "I would have never guessed I'd get a painting."He had a good idea it would have been a painting either way. The last painting she had given him for his birthday was up in his room at his parents' house. His mother had surprised him by framing it and putting it directly above his bed. Sophia was incredibly talented when it came to painting, he wished he had that sort of artistic ability.
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Post by shona3 on May 4, 2010 6:09:17 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
Sophia stuck out her tongue at him as he mocked her stereotypes. “Oh yea, you Ravenclaws definitely got the short end of that stick” she said with rare sarcasm. “As I recall you weren’t the one that wrote home to your parents the first night of Hogwarts begging them not to disown you and to still love you because you weren’t sorted in to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw were you?” she said with a little laugh referring to the first letter she had ever sent home to her parents from the castle. She had been convinced that is she wasn’t sorted into either Gryffindor or Slytherin they would no longer love her. Now that she looked back, she wasn’t sure why she felt this way, maybe it was because her mother lover reminiscing about her days in Gryffindor while her father had been very proud of her brother for becoming a Slytherin. Her parents had replied, immediately, reassuring her that they still loved her, and that her house didn’t matter. They were telling the truth. Her letter had, however brought them to tears, due to the laughter that ensured after they read it. It was by far the cutest thing Sophia had ever done. They still had the letter to this day, for after all, which parent wouldn’t keep a letter like that?
Sophia smiled to herself as she sketched a few rough looking lines on her canvas. It was quite a large piece she had brought; she hadn’t realized just how big it was until now. She realized that this would be one of the largest paintings she had done and it pleased her to think it would be a gift. After all what would she do with a large then life sized painting of Johnathan’s face? It would be a bit odd and very much unnecessary for her. She had never been in love with him; no she’d give her heart at a young age to a certain Malfoy boy. She knew she wasn’t the only one, but the thing is that they were friends and not many of the other girls could say that. At least that’s what Sophia liked to tell herself. A part of her knew it wasn’t true, yet it didn’t stop her from hoping. After all every girl dreamt of her fairy tale ending. The one where the guy she loved realized he loved her too and they were all set to ride off into a sunset ending. It wasn’t too much to ask for was it?
“What did he do to contract Dragon Pox? And he was a famous quidditch player,” she affirmed simply “He was a keeper, the first one to wear helmet too, she continued on. Other then art, Quidditch was her passion. Maybe she could go into the Quidditch league after Hogwarts? That would be an amazing career, and then she could paint as well! As her hand glided the charcoal across the canvas forming soft lines that would eventually form his square jaw line, she found herself imagining herself as an international quidditch player. She’d be able to start her gallery then. He would also have a reputation that would allow her to sell her paintings with ease. It was a pleasant little fantasy, but Sophia knew it wasn’t realistic, even if she did become captain next year, there was no guarantee that a scout would chose her. She was nowhere near being one of the best chasers at the school. The other houses had strong sides, they had proven that much, and after all, that was probably why Hufflepuff was in last place in the standings for the Quidditch cup. The last time they had won the cup was nine years ago. It really was quiet embarrassing to think about.
“Tilt your face a bit to the right” she asked him gently. She wanted to get the shadows around his jaw just right. She knew that there was no way she would come close to finishing this today, she’d have to use photographs to finish the painting, and while they were great, for they would stay still if a freezing charm was placed on them, they simply weren’t the same as the live model in front of you. “I’m reading this play written by a muggle, I believe it was written in French first then translated to English. It’s about a girl who’s in love with her boss and leaves everything behind to be with him” she told him lightly “but recently I finished this book on ancient Wizards in India, it was quiet fascinating.” she informed him. History, the most dreaded subject in the school, was Sophia’s. favorite. She loved history, it was her strong point.
“I think they said Spain” she said dreamily. She and her family had been before, and it was a gorgeous country, Sophia had fallen in love with the atmosphere and architecture of the country. It was simply breathtaking. “or Italy, they aren’t too sure yet”.
Sophia let her head back and laughed when he told her she’d improved at potions. “No, all that has improved is your skills, and my ability to cut things the way you tell me too, I really don’t know what I would have done without you all these years” she told him earnestly. “No, you’re going to have to find yourself a new partner, maybe this time you’ll get someone who will give you a run for your money?” she said. “You’d better pray to Merlin that you don’t end up with someone like me again” she warned him with a smile on her face In her books the boy was a saint for putting up with her potion making skills for six years, for she had almost melted or blown up his cauldrons and hers multiple times, he’d often stop her from making mistakes at the very last moment. It was almost a fatal activity to be her partner in potions.
“Well I figured it was this or bertie botts every flavor beans, but I got a terrible flavor the other day; I swear it was the flavor of a hag’s filthy toe nail or something. It was simply revolting. And well we don’t want you puking on your birthday, unless, of course, it is because you are utterly wasted on firewhiskey. And that my friend would be a completely different matter."
TAGGED. Johnny boy
WORDS. 1000 ish again
NOTES.
LYRICS. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert
MUSIC. irony here: lucy – skilette (I feel like a creeper for admitting that)
CREDITS. TO JURATE. AT CAUTION.
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 4, 2010 18:31:13 GMT
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] [/color][/center] Jonathan chuckled at her comment, "Wow, Sophia, was that sarcasm?" he asked teasingly. She wasn't really the type of person who employed the use of sarcasm frequently, so Jon got a pretty good laugh out of it when she did. "But you're right, I think we got off easier than any of the other houses," he commented, "Well, maybe the Gryffindors have us beat." There weren't many outside of Slytherin who said horrible things about the Gryffindor house, though he knew some Ravenclaws who just couldn't stand them. He laughed once again when she brought up the infamous letter from first year. "You know, I still have yet to see a copy of that and I've been hearing about it for years. Do your parents still have it?" he asked, hoping they did. Her sending that letter was one of his favorite stories, it was just adorable. Thankfully he had gotten into one of his parents' old houses or he may have sent a similar letter himself. His mother had been a Slytherin, though to be fair she had been put their because of her ambition and not necessarily her cruelty. His father had been a Ravenclaw, so Jonathan was glad to be following in his footsteps. His younger sister, Alyson, had been the one who got sorted into another house, Gryffindor. Of course his parents hadn't really cared, they were just houses after all.
The canvas which Sophia was drawing on was pretty large. Though the idea of getting another Sophia-original for a gift had sentimental value, he still wasn't sure what he would do with a painting of himself. What did one do with a portrait of themselves anyway? To be honest, he'd be a little embarrassed if his parents framed it and put in his room, that just seemed a little pretentious in his opinion. But he was sure he'd find some use for it, it was something he could put to waste. He always wondered why Sophia didn't pursue a career in art, she surely had the talent to make it big, in his opinion anyways. He knew that she had toyed around with the idea but also knew that she had dismissed it because it was a risk. Jonathan wasn't necessarily a risk-taker, far from it actually, but to him it seemed like a risk she ought to try. She could do it on the side, have a career while saving up some money for a gallery or something. But he knew it wasn't his decision to make, so he simply said nothing.
"Well, I haven't quite gotten that far yet. As of right now, they're still not sure how he contracted it. But once I read some more I'll let you know," he replied, glad to have someone who was interested in the things he read. "Oh really? I didn't know he was," he mused aloud, slightly embarrassed by his lack of knowledge when it came to the famous wizarding sport. "You know, sometimes I wish I knew more about Quidditch, it would make conversations with my mum a lot easier." His mother worked for the Department of Magical Games and Sports. She was always talking about Quidditch, having played herself while at school. He had attempted to read Quidditch Through The Ages but just hadn't been able to keep himself interested and retain any of the information he had read. He knew a handful of teams but only the really popular ones. He only watched certain games at school, either Ravenclaw games because it was his house or Hufflepuff games in order to watch Sophia. She was really talented but he could barely fly a broom in a straight line much less have the hand-eye coordination required to play the sport.
Jonathan followed her instruction and tilted his head slightly to the right. He wasn't really used to modeling for a portrait but he'd seen enough people do it before so he knew it was better to just go with whatever the artist instructed. "That alright?" He hadn't really read all that much by muggle authors to be perfectly honest. He knew some of the bigger names but nothing substantial. "Oh yeah? Who is it written by?" He doubted he would know the other but he'd definitely look into it later. History was something which fascinated both of them, though he hadn't really looked into the ancient history of India. "Learn anything good?" he asked, hoping for some trivia from her readings.
"Spain? That would be a lot of fun. I hear its beautiful there," he replied, remembering only the photographs he'd seen. That was one of the countries he wanted to visit most, at least out of the ones in Europe. Though in the summer it was sure to be scorching down there and Jonathan just wasn't a fan of the heat. "Italy is beautiful too. I remember when we went down there a couple of summers ago, all of the history was fascinating. The muggle stuff too." The Roman Empire was one of the few things in muggle history he knew a lot about, mainly because it was just so interesting to see how they managed to hold such a vast empire without magic, just sheer force and intimidation.
He couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Aw, come on. Give yourself some credit. You passed the OWLs all by yourself," he told her encouragingly but knew his attempts to keep her in Potions with him for another year were futile. Besides, he knew that she really did loathe that class. "Well I don't want anyone who will outshine me," he teased, fighting against the temptation to nudge her shoulder with his own. He knew he had to stay still while she was drawing him. "I don't know if I'd be all that upset about it. Maybe I'll make another good friend who just uses me for my Potions skills," he joked, knowing full well that there was much more to his friendship with Sophia.
"Hag's filthy toe nail?" he asked, chortling loudly. "I don't think I've ever even heard of that flavor." He remembered one time he had eaten one that tasted like earwax, it had been absolutely disgusting and he brushed his teeth for nearly thirty minutes straight. "And hopefully I won't drink enough firewhiskey to be puking my brains out. That's definitely not on my agenda." He had never really been one who cared much about his own birthday, it just wasn't that big of a deal in his opinion.
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Post by shona3 on May 4, 2010 21:06:37 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
She shot him a guilty smile “Maybe” she replied, a smile still playing on her lips. “I think Ravenclaws have it the best, no one hates them, you should hear my brother go on about the Gryffindors, it’s like he forgets mums one or something, he’ll swear on his life that they are the very scum of the earth when he’s in a foul mood. He gets quiet emotional about them.” she told him in a factual tone. While most people considered Gryffindor the best house, Sophia knew that, that house had their problems; it seemed to her that that many compulsive people in one tower together would never result in anything good. And it could be proven too, when one heard the party rumors.
Sophia raised an eyebrow at him, “They do, something about it being the most adorable letter they’ve ever received , but we both know it’s just kept so they can pull it out from time to time to humiliate me she said lightly” she didn’t resent her parents for keeping the letter, they meant well, and it truly was a funny letter, but that didn’t mean she was going to let him see it “I highly doubt you’ll ever see it mate, you’d never let me live it down, goodness that letter really is quite silly” She could already imagine him teasing her day day out about it. He wouldn’t mean any harm by it, but it really was one of those letters that were hard not to mock. When she looked back she couldn’t believe that she had wrote that letter. It was so silly of her to assume her parents would stop loving her. But in her mind it had made sense that day, so the letter had been sent and there was nothing she could do about it now.
Sophia smiled at him and shook her head. “Most people don’t we both know I’ve basically memorized Quidditch through the ages,” she said lightly. She never really understood how people didn’t get into to Quidditch in her opinion it was the best game in the world. Nothing could compare to the feeling she got when she was on her broom flying, the satisfaction she got when the quaffle went through the hoops. It was a sport that combined strategy, talent and brute force. “I’ve known you for years and I still can’t believe you’re not into Quidditch. Maybe I should help you out in that department, that way we’ll be even you help me out in potions and I’ll teach you how to fly. Where were you in our first year when they taught us? Did you get lost in the library or something?” she asked him. She always found it shocking that he couldn’t fly. She felt as though it was a necessary skill for a wizard.
Glancing up from her canvas, she nodded “Mhmm, you’re pretty good at stay still, Most people are fidgeting or twitching by now you know” she told him as she smudged in the shadows along his jaw line. It looked a bit odd now, but she knew that once she started to overlap it with paint it would look fine. She wondered briefly if she should just scrap the idea of giving paintings and find something else to give people. What were they going to do with them, but she knew she would never be able to find gifts that truly represented the person if she didn’t paint.
“Um…what was his name, oh it was Marcelle DuChamps” she said after a moment. Sophia was terrible at remembering the names of authors, she could remember tittles alright, and same with plots but when it came to authors she was terrible at. “It really not that good, maybe it was better in French, but it was a bit…well plain to be honest” she warned him.
“Tons of it was interesting, much better than the play, but I did learn that they were the one’s first came up with the concept of floo powder. They had a variant of it, it didn’t work as well, but it did the job, it got them from point A to point B the only problem was that it was incredibly difficult to make the perfect combination of their powder in relation to the heat of the fire. If one put too much they’d find them self far off from where they wanted to go. They had some complex equation that took into consideration the heat of the fire, the distance and quantity of powder. she rambled for a few moments as she continued to draw. She knew that not that many people would find this fact interesting, but she figured he would, they both shared an uncommon love for history.
She nodded “Spain is lovely, but Italy is where I’d like to go, Venice just seem breath taking, with the canals , bridges and water ways. The city seems to be magical, well more so then it is, you know what I mean it hold that romantic charm, “ she said dreamily. “ But we’ll probably end up in Spain, I’d invite you to come along, but you know how my father is around you” she said. It was true, Sophia’s father, Adrian Pucey, did not like Johnathan, not that Johnathan had ever done anything wrong, no her father simply disliked him on the principal that he was a boy who his daughter spent time with. To say that he was protective of Sophia would be an understatement.
She laughed again “Oh it sounds like I’m going to be replaced” she said in a light mocking tone. She knew that wasn’t the case. Johnathan was shy, and it had taken them years to build up their relationship to this point. “Should I be worried?” she continued to tease as she turned around and sent a wink to him, with a kind smile planted on her lips.
The blonde wasn’t surprised to hear that alcohol wasn’t on his agenda, he simply wasn’t that type. “Cake will be” she informed him lightly, “and a flying lesson, I swear I am going to teach you how to fly if it is the last thing I do!” she insisted. She’d been making that promise to him for years; maybe she’d finally keep it one of these days.
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 5, 2010 20:53:10 GMT
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] [/color][/center] "Ravenclaws have it best probably because we generally don't get in the middle of everything. We just kind of keep to ourselves," he stated, though he knew his observations were rather obvious. He laughed shortly when she started talking about her brother, "I'm sure your mum doesn't like that." His sister was sometimes the same way, always boasting about Gryffindor while smashing Slytherin; it was as though se didn't even care that her own mother had been in that house at one point. "I'm sure you've heard my sister talk about Gryffindor. With the way she talks about them, you'd almost want to swear that they were all well on their way to sainthood," he added. He was sure that there were actually some decent people in Gryffindor, it was just after one heard rumors about their parties and all of their rule-breaking, it was hard to believe that most heroes in history had come from that house.
"I wish they'd pull it out in front of me. I've been hearing about this letter for what, five years now? Its about time that I actually get to see the damn thing," he retorted with a chuckle. He could tell by the way her eyebrow was raised that she honestly didn't intend for him to ever see it, which was really unfair in his opinion. He wouldn't mock her too much. "Of course I'd never let you live it down. Not even your own parents will let you do that," he replied, laughing more. Jonathan's parents didn't really have any mementos like that. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a letter he had written or any other embarrassing tokens from his childhood that his parents kept hidden in a drawer somewhere. He doubted it.
He smiled at her. "Oh I know you have. How many times have you read it now? Its got to at least be up in the triple digits," he replied jokingly, though he honestly wouldn't be surprised if she had read it a hundred times. There were times where Jonathan truly wished he was like the rest of his gender and into sports, especially Quidditch. It would make small talk all that much easier. But unfortunately, he was missing that part of his brain, the part that cared who could throw a ball through a hoop the most. Oh no, now they were getting into the inevitable conversation about his horrible flying skills. "Its a lost cause, Sophia. I'm a wretched flier. Pretty sure it has something to do with my lack of coordination and grace on top of my fear of heights. Besides, why do I really need to know how to fly? Its an outdated method of transportation," he replied, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a smile. He knew he was probably going to lose battle.
Now that she mentioned fidgeting, he of course had the undeniable urge to scratch his neck or shake his wrists. "Oh great, now all I can think about is moving," he commented with a short laugh. Determined to think of something else, he let his mind wander. Across the lake, he saw a handful of people, none which he recognized. They seemed to be daring one another to get into the lake, though no one was willing to put more than an exposed toe into it. It was still freezing cold, so Jonathan couldn't blame them.
"That's a horrendously French name," he laughed. Jonathan had never really been a fan of the French culture, he found the people there rather pretentious and snobbish. They just weren't his cup of tea. "The plot line you told me did sound a little predictable. But you may be right, sometimes literature just loses some of its magic after being translated." He really was a nerd sometimes but thankfully Sophia could be one as well.
"Oh really?" he asked, interest clearly showing. "What year was that? I know that Ignatia Wildsmith invented Floo Powder at some point during the thirteenth century," he mused aloud, figuring that Sophia already knew this information given that she was also a lover of history. "Its always crazy to think that different cultures actually formed the basis for a lot of thing we use today," he commented. Seriously though, if it hadn't been for some ancient wizard in India trying to travel around through fire, would there even be a Floo Network in England?
"It does hold a romantic charm. I've never been to Venice, my mum refused to go because she claims that its dirtier than you would imagine. I'd still like to go one day. If you end up going there, you'll have to send me pictures," he replied enviously. When they had gone to Italy, they'd only gone to the southern parts, focusing on Rome and some of the smaller islands. It had been beautiful but he still wanted to go to the northern areas, namely Venice and Florence. "Shame your father has never liked me. I always thought it was something I'd done wrong or I had just come off as rude or something," he confessed. He was always nervous in social situations, sometimes he was far more silent than he should be. It was a bit of a relief when he found out that her father just didn't like any males whom she spent time with and it was nothing personal. "He's just a bit protective over you," he added with a small laugh.
"You should be very worried. You know how easily I replace old friends with new ones," he replied teasingly. He wasn't exactly the most social guy in the world. His relationship with Sophia, one of his easiest friendships, hadn't evolved overnight. It took a while for him to actually trust someone and share things about himself, normally he just let whomever he was with do all the talking. That way, he didn't have the opportunity to say something wrong or give away too much information about himself. It wasn't that he was a secretive person, he just wasn't all that trusting.
He laughed loudly. "You've been saying that for years! You just haven't gone through with it because you know I'm a lost cause," he replied honestly, though there was a joking tone present. He could hardly walk without tripping or stepping on someone, he just lacked grace. And unfortunately, in order to fly well, one had to be graceful to some extent.
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Post by shona3 on May 6, 2010 4:02:50 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
Sophia smirked when she heard Johnathan’s comment, “And because you lot could probably figure out over a hundred ways of murdering anyone who pisses you off with a piece of parchment” she informed him quietly. Sophia had long ago learned to trust Ravenclaw student’s they usually knew what they were doing and did it well. It was simply wasting one’s own time and the time of the given Ravenclaw to argue. Roxanne knew this from experience, maybe she really had spent too much time with Johnathan, but she just thought it was pointless to argue with them. They didn’t have a tendency to speak unless they knew that they were talking about.
Sophia smiled a sad little smile as she thought of her mum; it had been a long time since she had seen her mother. Due to the virus, none of the students had been allowed home over the break, thus it had been almost ten months since she’d seen her parents. It made her quiet sad, she was quite attached to her parents, and hated leaving them every year to come to school, but she knew she had to. One simply couldn’t get by without formal education in this day and age. “Mum, just laughs to be honest and tells him that his opinion will change one day, she’s dead set in her opinion that he’s just like dad and will end up marrying a Gryffindor, wouldn’t surprise me if she ends up trying to for one of her old friend’s daughters on him in the hope of having him marry a Gryffindor. If you think I’m a romantic, mum’s ten times worst. She just wants what’s best for him in the end, I’m sure she’d be thrilled if he ended up marrying a total troll. Sophia said fondly.
She giggled when he pointed out his sister’s opinion “Well they did house Harry Potter, and if anyone deserves sainthood it would be him wouldn’t it?” she pointed out slowly. It was true that a majority of the well known war heroes were Gryffindors. In fact many of their offspring were rather close friends as well. Her own mother had wanted to fight, but was sent away of the castle, because she wasn’t of age. Her father often said he was happy about that, they didn’t know each other in those days, but her mother was absolutely useless at dueling and if she had stayed it seemed fair to say that she wouldn’t be in with them today. Her father loved her mother there was no doubt of that; he would lay the moon at her feet if he could.
Sophia giggled and shook her head at him. “No they won’t, but that’s different. It’s different when a parent doesn’t let you live something down, and when a best friend doesn’t let you live something down. Why do you want to see that letter so badly anyways? You probably won’t understand a word I wrote, my spelling was horrendous then.” she told him lightly. She knew that he probably would see the letter soon enough, all he would have to do was ask her mother, her mother loved Johnathan. As much as her father hated him, her mother loved him. She considered him as good as a son and would allow him anything he wanted. “I’m lying we both know if you ask my mother she will happily show it to you, sometimes it surprises me she hasn’t posted it to the door or done something ridiculous like that.” she said lightly.
Sophia was aware that the two probably did spend a tad bit too much time together. But she was happy about that. She loved spending time with him, it was safe. She could be herself and have no fear. He was her closest friend.
Sophia rolled her eyes at his reasoning for not being able to fly “That’s Rubbish! You’re a wizard for crying out loud! You’re depriving muggles of their expectations by not flying! You can’t do that to the poor muggles.” she said in mock desperation. She really had made it her goal to teach him to fly. “You mark my word Johnathan Hardcastle, I will teach you how to fly one day” she told him with determination.
She smiled at his words and dropped her charcoal pencil, placing her arms behind her she shifted her weight on to her hands and leaned her head back allowing the sun to hit her neck and face. The warmth of the rays felt good on her skin. Sighing she smiled at him “We can take a break, I have the basic shape of your face done anyways” she informed him. Straitening herself up, she brushed some hair off her face and looked up at her companion with a smile on her face. “Oh it was sometime towards the seventh century.” she said without much thought. Historical facts just stuck with her, Sophia often wished that potions would do the same, but it didn’t so she left it at that. “It really is, the western world just takes so much credit for today’s inventions that we seem to forget that the rest of a world plated a part in history you know? she said softly.
Sophia nodded, she knew she would, she always did when she traveled, sometimes she felt bad for she felt like she was bragging, but he always showed such genuine interest that her guilt was erased. “No, it’s nothing you did, he just doesn’t like any male I like. He hates you, he hates Scorpius, but he’s actually quite fond of James Evans. And the only reason he’s fond of James is because I don’t like him, hence he’s a safe boy. You know I’m sure if Daddy was around you more he’d like you. You’re a pretty likeable guy most days.” she teased.
She raised an eyebrow at him as he said he was bound to replace her. “I’d like to see you try” she told him. “We both know you’re never going to be able to get rid of me” she confirmed in a light voice with a giggle.
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 6, 2010 5:16:59 GMT
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] [/color][/center] Jonathan laughed loudly at her comment. "That's actually what I'm always doing in the library; trying to find ways to injure others with mundane, everyday objects," he replied teasingly. House stereotypes were generally funny to him, they generally held some truth to them but at the same time cast a humorous light on the situation. Houses were taken far too seriously in his opinion, sometimes he even made them more important than they actually were. Seriously, they were sorted into their houses by a hat, a smart hat, but a hat nonetheless. They all got the same education, they were just surrounded by a specific group of people on a daily basis.
Sophia's mother was one of the most genuinely kindhearted people that Jonathan had ever had the fortune of meeting. She was just one of those people who made you laugh over the silliest things. It was easy to draw similarities between her and Sophia, they were so alike in many ways. He laughed at the troll comment. "Well, as long as the troll's a Gyrffindor, eh?" he replied teasingly. "I can see your mum being that way though, a romantic and all. You had to get it from somewhere, didn't you?" he asked rhetorically, flashing her a childish smile.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I reckon he's up for the position. But its Gryffindor house, not Potter house," he replied, though his logic was surely amiss somewhere. His sister had an obsession with Harry Potter, much like most of the wizarding community. Of course Jonathan respected what he'd done but he hadn't done it alone which was something everyone forgot sometimes. He wasn't about to travel off on that tangent though, he could be stuck talking about it for hours and he'd hate to bore Sophia with that. His parents had never involved themselves in the war. While they were good people, they weren't the fighting type. They believed that troubles could be handled in a manner which didn't involve war, so they had stayed out of it out of protest. Some saw it as cowardly but Jonathan respected his parents for not compromising their ideals.
"Its the job of your best friend to not let you forget all of the embarrassing things you did when you were younger. If I let you live it down, I'd be failing as your friend," he argued. "I want to see it because I've been hearing about it for a while now! My curiosity has been peaked, so the only cure is to see the it. And I'm sure I can decipher the message, even if your spelling is horrible," he finished his statement with a small laugh. "She probably would. I adore your mother, just in case you didn't know." It was no secret that he loved that woman to death. At least one of her parents liked him, he probably would have been scared shitless to visit her if they both had a problem with him. "Maybe later on today I'll send her an owl asking for it," he teased.
The easy exchange of banter and conversation between the two of them was relaxing. It was one of his only relationships which he didn't have to work at in order to maintain it. They spent an awful lot of time together but he never tired of her company. It was just comfortable and comfort was a scarce find these days.
Jonathan couldn't help but chuckle at her logic. "The muggles won't know if I ruin their expectations or not as they don't even know its actually possible to fly on a broom," he replied, hoping to dismiss her rhetoric. "Besides, I can use Floo Powder to travel, that's something those muggles haven't even thought of yet," he added cheekily. He held up his hands in submission, "You've seen me try to fly before. You really want to deal with teaching someone who is destined to fail?" he asked with a smile on his face. It was difficult for Jonathan to admit he wasn't good at something but he knew he had no skill whatsoever on a broom.
Sighing with relief, he itched the spot on his neck which had recently gotten his attention. It was a pleasant day outside, the sun was beaming down granting warmth but not an overabundance of heat. He really despised the warmer weather, like summer? Ugh, he couldn't handle it. A surprised look crossed his face when she told him that had been in the seventh century. "Really? That's amazing. We didn't perfect it for quite some time. They really were ahead of the game over there in India," he replied with a bemused tone. "Its all very biased. It'd be interesting to read the history books from the eastern hemisphere. I'm sure they have a very different take on things." He made a mental note to ask his father if he had any such books.
James Evans. That was the guy who Roxanne cheated on him with. Okay, no. He couldn't allow himself to dwell on those thoughts anymore. He'd done enough wallowing in his own misery, he didn't need to continue to do so. "Well, I don't blame him for not liking Scoprius," he commented. It was no secret that he didn't like how Sophia felt about Scorpius. It wasn't jealousy, well not primarily, he just didn't trust the guy. At all. "I really am determined to get your father to like me though. Maybe after your trip I'll come visit you this summer and just kiss his ass the entire time," he joked. Well, it wasn't completely a joke but it was no secret that Jonathan could be quite the brown noser when he wanted to be. "And what do you mean by most days?" he asked with feign hurt.
He laughed at her comment which held so much truth. "Good thing I'd never even try to get rid of you," he replied honestly. He wondered if that was an awkward thing to say, it was rather intense given the conversation but thankfully Sophia wasn't one to judge him.
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Post by shona3 on May 6, 2010 14:16:52 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
“It’s a good thing that we’re friends then, I wouldn’t want to be on your bad side, if that’s what you do up in the library, just think of the number of hours you spend up there. I may have to contact St. Maladies, “ she winked at him as she spoke. She knew he wouldn’t take offense at her words. Most of the words that came out of her mouth were utter rubbish anyways. She knew that the boy actually studied up there, or read his healers book. She had the strange feeling that by the end of his seventh year he’d have more knowledge on the medical field then many seasoned healers. The boy would have no problems becoming a healer, his work ethic was incredible.
Roxanne nodded with a grin. “You got the idea,”. Sophia smiled a soft smile at him. Yes she was a hopeless romantic. Was it so wrong for a girl to want to fall in love? For her prince charming to chose her above all the other girls? She almost felt like these expectations were programmed into young girls, with all the stories they were told about princess and princes, it only made sense that girls grew up craving that love. True love, the one from fairytales. For in those stories, everything always worked out. “Probably,”she admitted with a shy grin, “I grew up with mum reading me all those stories about princesses and princes and in the end you start to believe that stuff, you end up wanting that” she told him with a smile.
Sophia grimaced slightly as he pointed out that it wasn’t the potter house, he was right in saying it wasn’t she knew the annoyance he probably felt when people called his parents cowards, her own parents had faced the same thing, her mother had been too young and her father didn’t want to fight. He didn’t believe in the policies You-Know-Who insisted on, but he didn’t want to fight against his friends and family. Sophia understood that completely, after all who would want to be responsible for the death of someone else? Anyone who wasn’t in the war, was innocent in her mind, they were the most innocent of, for they’d never committed murder. They were purer then her, she was the reason someone was dead. She gave him a small sad smile before deciding to let the topic drop, politics was never a topic that went over well. It always caused problems when it was discussed.
Sophia grinned “Oh believe me I know how much you adore my mother, my brother even thought you had a small crush on her once upon a time.” she informed him with a slight wickedness present in her grin. She remembered the days where her brother was sure of this quiet well, she knew it was true, but it didn’t make it any less amusing. Her brother really did have the wildest imagination when it came to such things and he was quiet comical when he expressed the ideas.
“They’d never send it to you, they’d insist you come over, I swear to Merlin they protect that silly thing with their life.” In all honesty Sophia sometimes thoughts her family was borderline insane. They definitely were not normal individuals in her house. But then again, who knew what normal was? Normal depended on one’s idea of the norm and ones view on the world. That’s probably why some people were so outspoken about their views; they wanted to make them seem normal. She smiled at him and then said “Guess you’ll just be stuck visiting me over the break, if you want to see it.” she said mockingly. She knew he would visit her anyways, and she would visit him. It was their norm. “Oh and its touching to see how concerned you are on not failing me as a friend, I appreciate it” she said her tone still mocking. Yet she really did appreciate his friendship. Other then Augusta none of her relationships were this open and this comfortable. Most of the other’s one had a sense of judging to them. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her other friends, she did, but she knew the main reason they were friends was because they’d known each other since they were toddlers, if they had met in the castle they’d hardly be good friends.
She rolled her eyes as he said he was destined to fail. “Think of it as me returning the favor,” she told him quietly “I’ve been riding on your coattails for six years to get through potions, so now it’s my turn to try and teach you something, and I’m sure if you put your mind to it you’ll be fine. Flying really is the most natural thing in the world. she told him, her voice gentle as she explained her logic. She really did believe that if he just put in a bit more effort into flying he’d be fine. She wouldn’t say he’d be great, but he’d be able to fly. Sophia considered flying an essential skill. It was life changing knowing how to fly, it could mean the ability to save oneself one day.
She nodded at his surprised tone “Maybe but by the eight century they shelved it away, saying it was a useless invention that would never catch on. I’m sure if they had known then how it would revolutionize the world, they would have stuck to it” she said factually. That was the thing once you got Sophia started on History she just couldn’t stop spurting out little facts. There were times where she didn’t even notice what she was doing, she would just do it. It was only when other would inform her that she was droning on and on about historical facts that she would stop talking and feel a blush creep up on her cheeks.
Sophia looked at Johnathan with a sad little look. This was one of the few things they disagreed on Scorpious Malfoy, it was well known that Sophia had feelings for the boy. She couldn’t help herself. He was her knight in shining armor; in her mind he couldn’t do anything wrong. She simply didn’t understand why Johnathan didn’t like him. “He’s a really nice guy,” she defended “I’m sure if you gave him a chance you’d like him”. She’d said those words a million times. They’d had this discussion a million times, but no matter what she said, the fact remained that Johnathan’s position remained unchanged.
Sophia giggled at his plan. “That may just work, I really don’t know why daddy is so determined to hate you. He knows you don’t like me that way, he knows that you’re like another brother to me. He’s just so stubborn in that manner. Says it’s the principal of the thing”
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Post by jonathanhardcastle on May 6, 2010 17:50:21 GMT
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/SIZE][/COLOR] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/size][/color] [/color][/center] "I know, right? You should see what I could do to someone with only a quill and two meters of yarn," he joked, "You'd be horrified to see what I could do," he added with playful laughter. The amount of free time he spent in the library had always been something Sophia loved to tease him about whenever she got the opportunity. He couldn't really blame her; he did spend an obscene amount of time there. It was more of a second home to him than his own dormitory and that was saying something. Sophia had always asked why he didn't just camp out in the library all night and sometimes Jonathan couldn't give her a very solid answer other than it merely wasn't allowed.
There was nothing wrong with being a hopeless romantic. As lame as it sounded, Jonathan had been one prior to the whole Roxanne dilemma. But now he was jaded in that department. The Ravenclaw nodded slowly at her explanation. Childhood stories always seemed to revolve around a princess who one day finds her prince and is swept away into a happily ever after. "I can understand that. Especially since they start telling those stories to really young children. You know, those ages where you just soak everything up like a sponge," he agreed.
Politics was something which Jonathan preferred not to talk about, unless it was in a historical context where the problems had already been solved. It was more or less the recent war which he always chose to stray away from when conversation went in that direction. The war had pitted family against family, slaying one another without second thought. How was that brave? Jonathan could understand the desire to become a hero, to have one's name glorified forever, but there was much too high of a cost in his opinion. He was glad his parents hadn't fought, who knows if they'd have been alive today? Maybe he wouldn't have even been born if his parents hadn't taken "the cowards way out." Sophia's parents didn't fight either, another thing which he was thankful for. Besides, what good does talking about politics ever do? It was always a difficult task to find someone who agreed with you but it was an even more challenging task to find someone who though they may disagree with you, still respect your opinion.
Jonathan laughed. Back in his third year, that statement might have held some truth. But that was just the superficial crush of a thirteen year old boy, it was to be expected in his opinion. Of course, he'd never told Sophia that but the way he blushed and stammered around her mother during those times was probably enough evidence. "Sure, sure. Shame she's happily married or I would have pursued that by now," he teased. Now he just looked at her mother as another mum to him. She really was just one of the nicest people he'd ever met. It wasn't his fault that she also happened to be good looking as well.
He laughed once again. "Oh I'm sure your father would never insist that I come over but I know your mother would." He normally did well with parents, both mothers and fathers. But for some reason, Sophia's father was just a hard one to crack. No matter how much Jonathan laughed at his jokes, listened to his stories intently, or proved that the relationship between his daughter and himself was completely platonic, it just didn't seem to work. It was a little frustrating but a challenge was always welcome. His parents were in love with Sophia, they just thought she was perfect, especially his father. "I may be able to swing that, you know how much I hate visiting," he teased, knowing full well that he would be making his way to her house at some point this summer and she would return the visit. They'd been doing that for years now. He couldn't help but wonder if they'd still be as close once they graduated - if he had anything to say about it things between them wouldn't change in the slightest. He chuckled at her mocking tone. "Good. I'd hate for my hard work to go unappreciated," he replied in the same mocking way.
He couldn't deny her logic and effort in attempts to get him onto a broom. As long as he didn't walk away from the lesson with too many injuries, there really wasn't any harm in letting her get her way on this one. "Merlin, you do know how to formulate an argument. Alright, I'll do it. But I swear if I break a bunch of bones over this, I'm going to get a little upset," he told her, looking at her with a feign expression of seriousness. It was likely that he would end up getting hurt somehow, he was a walking injury on the ground. Getting hurt all of the time and watching Healers fix himself was another element which helped him decide that he really wanted to become a Healer himself.
"I'm sure they would have. Shame they never got to see it blow up and really change transportation. I bet they're rolling over in their graves right now," he replied. That was the fascinating part about history, everything was built on ideas from long ago. Though Jonathan's favorite aspect of history was the idea that it eventually repeated itself. If people would just pick up a book every once in a while, they could probably hinder themselves from repeating the same mistakes people made long ago. But for some reason, History of Magic was one of the more formidable classes at Hogwarts. Not a day went by that he didn't hear someone complaining about it.
How he hated that look Sophia was giving him. That sad one she always made whenever he said something against Scorpius. There was just something about him that made his skin crawl and he didn't feel comfortable putting an ounce of faith in that guy. Sophia always had an excuse for him if he did something wrong, it was like she was incapable of seeing any of his faults. "Once he gives me a reason to give him a chance, I'll consider giving him one," he replied without much thought. They'd had this conversation so many times before that it was like a memorized dance, he didn't even have to think about his replies because he'd given them so many times before.
Jonathan laughed, "Well, I'll just have to change his mind. Being persistently nice and sucking up to him for what, five years is sure to break him down eventually. I'm not really all that worried." His tone was falsely confident but held determination as well.
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Post by shona3 on May 6, 2010 21:55:10 GMT
IT'S ME - I'M A FREAK
( but thanks for loving me )
CAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT PERFECTLY.
Roxanne laughed at the comment about a quill and yarn, she could only imagine his capabilities with those two objects. She had no doubts on his capabilities; he was one of those very capable people, one of those people who could do whatever he put his mind to, he certainly wasn’t one of those people who were limited by a lack of natural talent and ability.
She nodded as he told her young children just soaked everything up, it was true, that’s why they were table to learn so much at such a young age. When one took the time to think , one realized that at a young age we learn some of the most difficult things were will ever learn and we mater them, we learn how to walk, we learn how to communicate. Of course as we get older we get better at it, but the basics the hardest parts are learnt when one was so young, it really was amazing. “No it isn’t but sometimes I wonder if its fair to teach a child such things at such a young age, is it setting them up for disaster and hurt? Like every child learns about true love from stories, and such, but what if everyone’s not meant for love? What if there isn’t a soul mate for everyone? Then what? Their dreams are crushed.”. She spoke without thinking, it was her inner thoughts that were speaking more than her opinion, an opinion, well maybe a fear more, that she hadn’t been aware of until now. She looked up at him with a sheepish smile “Sorry, I don’t really know where that came from, I kind of just spurted it out”. The words that had come out of her mouth shocked her; she didn’t know what had brought it along. It wasn’t usually like that, usually Sophia was very much aware of her thoughts and what she said, she usually thought it trough and spoke with consideration and deliberation, but today seemed to be different, today she was just blurting things out. If she wasn’t careful she may end up saying something she really didn’t want to share. She couldn’t let that happen, it was hers to keep, hers to protect. If she didn’t her life would be turned upside down, something she couldn’t allow. She wouldn’t allow. Things had to stay the way they were. Change was good at times, but it wouldn’t be good this time. This time things needed to remain the same.
At his words, a blush creeped up her face and her hand covered her wide open mouth.She looked at him with disbelief for a moment. She giggled as she spoke “John! That’s my mum you’re talking about! I think you just permanently scarred me!”. She knew he was joking, he didn’t meant anything by those words, even if he did it didn’t matter, her mother was happily married and even if she wasn’t she wasn’t a cougar. Younger men just weren’t her thing.
Sophia couldn’t help but nod, “I think Daddy secretly wanted me to go to Beauxbattons, it being a girls only school and all, but mum would never go for it, I wouldn’t either, to be honest, girls can just be so catty at times it’s ridiculous. I know I’m one and all, but really we girls are simply unbelievable, and not in a good way either. We always have to create drama, fight over something and complicate matters for the sake of complicating them. I could just imagine the drama that goes on there” she said, her voice changing in a high pitch imitation of another girls voice “Well professoz I slapped her because ze dezervez it, sheee took my hair elastic!” she said in a terrible French accent. Maybe she was stereotyping a bit too much but all the French girls she knew had ended up being completely prissy girls that had gotten on her nerves.
Sophia raised an eyebrow when he said he may be able to swing by “Oh is that how it is? I suppose you’re calendar will be booked with all those crazy raging parties you go to?” she asked him with a grin on her face. She knew he wasn’t the party type, much like her, her preferred to do other things with his time then get wasted and do things he’d regret later. Sophia had gone to one part, and that was the last one she ever went to. She had a terrible time and one wasted guy had even tried to get her to sleep with him. The whole experience had just completely turned her off from parties. After that night she was never able to understand why people wanted to go to them.
She smiled as he gave into her, he usually did in the end. “Why thank you, it’s one of the benefits from being around you so much, I’ve learned how to argue. You’re such a good influence on young ladies” she said before sticking her tongue out at him. “But seriously over the summer, I’ll teach you how to fly” she told him, so keep a good week or so free. “And don’t worry about your bones, worst comes to worst, we’ll mutter reparo and you’ll be good to go,” she joked, she knew reparo wasn’t the spell used to mend bones, she couldn’t remember it right now, but she knew her mother knew it quiet well.
“I really just don’t understand you at times, you know that?” she told him as he her told her his opinion on Scorpious. She figured it may just be one of those things where for reasons unknown the two didn’t get along. Then again Sophia didn’t understand why so many people seemed to dislike the Malfoy boy, he was a good boy. A nice one.
“You’ll be fine, as long as you don’t start hitting on his Wife, I’m sure daddy will love you soon enough” Sophia informed him with a teasing grin.
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