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Post by wes on Dec 18, 2009 23:21:09 GMT
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((T A K E M E A W A Y F R O M H E R E))!!![/i][/color][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/center] It was never odd to any of the patrons of the Three Broomsticks when they saw Hogwarts students in their midst. Whenever the students were released from the stuffy confines of their castle, it was common for them to want to lay back, grab a drink and de-stress themselves after weeks of hard work, well, for those who worked hard at least. Although most people would suspect otherwise, Wesley Corner was one of those hard-workers. He wasn’t exceptionally smart, nor was he incredibly brave, or cunning. He was just good old Wes, and he had to work hard for the things he wanted. All his life he had just been average, but his determination and his will to do well, pushed him slightly further than the rest of the pack. He knew he was nothing special, but it didn’t bring his happy-go-lucky personality down; after all, he had just gotten it back.
The blond pushed open the doors to one of his favorite places in Hogsmead, second only to Zonko’s Joke Shop, letting in the smell of a cool September breeze. It was a great day, warm but with a chilling breeze, perfect to practice Quidditch, which Wesley planned on doing later once everyone was supposed to return back to school. He was feeling the energy flow through him, from his core to the tips of his fingers and to the very edges of his toenails. He even woke up with the sense that it was going to be a good day.
Taking an empty seat at a table near the middle of the establishment, Wes ordered himself a pint of butterbeer, not before smiling at a sixth year Ravenclaw that was hanging with her friends near the bar. He rolled up the sleeves of the striped button-down he was wearing open over a white wife beater, and grabbed a napkin from his table and magically pulled a pen from his jean’s pocket. He scribbled a bit, crumpled up the napkin, and charmed it so it would fly around the girl’s head. She caught it, not without a few failed attempts, then huffed and walked off and exited the building with her friends trailing after her, sending him odd looks as they went by. It hadn’t been anything offensive, he just told her that she had a stain on the back of her pants.
He chuckled, took a gulp of his drink and leaned back in his chair. Nothing could ruin his mood today.
Comments„ „ meh, it's not my best, but he's new
Outfit„ „ in the pics, with a wifebeater underneath and minus the shades XD
Lyrics„ „ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count „ „ four-one-four
Status„ „ open
Credit„ „ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3
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Post by alexei on Dec 21, 2009 16:09:31 GMT
 _  YOU ARE YOUNG AND I AM SCARED[/color] you're wise beyond your years and i don't care[/font][/center]
Alexei had woken up that morning with her usual sunny demeanour across her face. Her curtains were open, as usual, and her roommates threw pillows at her for getting up ridiculously early and for waking with a tiny little smile on her face. People didn't really understand how Alex could be so positive about life in general, especially in this world, but it was remarkable that she could be, even she admitted that. The rest of the day - she had decided- would be as good as the start had been, and as she showered the week's knots from her back and muscles she decided that weekends were never as good as they were when she was at school.
There was a certain freedom Hogwarts weekends brought you, as long as you'd done your homework during the week, and it was something to be enjoyed by everyone. Slytherins had fun taunting others, Ravenclaws read and sometimes even socialised. Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors either did something wild or laid back and watched the world go by, and that was Alexei's plan of choice. Her plain clothing was a denim skirt and a top, with jeans and her trusty pair of Doc Martin boots as it was getting colder in the Scottish Highlands, and snow was threatening to come early. Her hair tangled as soon as she brushed it, and she attempted to french plait the front of it so it would be like those muggle 'Vogue' articles, but she failed and her hair just became wavy. After that it was around mid morning, and she could hear the calls of the head of the senior school calling all students to take the trip into Hogsmeade village for the weekly Saturday tour. It was a tradition to sneak out, but although she was charged for the weekend Alex didn't quite feel like climbing through a dusty tunnel. She felt relatively optimistic about the whole thing, and rather girly with the frayed denim skirt two inches or so above her knees.
She hurried down the stairs to the group, arriving in speedy time and finding no one she knew. Doubtless they'd all be sleeping or something of the like. Her friends were like that, and now she thought about it; Alexei was too. However, never to mind being a loner Alexei stared into space as she walked with her classmates and thought, her expression creasing several times as she laughed. She talked, but not much; she never did to people she didn't know well. Soon they were on the outskirts of the town, and everyone spread out in the direction they wished to go in. Several went towards the most popular pub in the town- the Three Broomsticks- and many continued down the high street to Zonko's Joke Shop. Alex, and a few other sweettoothed students, headed directly to Honeydukes, the famed sweet shop.
Honeydukes was filled with anything anyone could ever have wanted. Alex was partial to the blood lollipops and sugar quills for eating in class, and so she stocked up for the next week. Her morning routine. Because she always came in the owners knew her name, and even offered her a job during the holidays, should she choose to take it up. After the banter they had Alex headed back out into the chill December air, and seeing the crowds had thinned, headed towards the popular pub.
Upon entering the establishment Alex was met with the roaring heat of the fires and the buzz of excited chatter from groups of students seated between the regulars at the bar and at separate tables. She was brushed aside in a seeming battle for the door by a crowd of girls in her year, apparently lead by a rather upset looking Ravenclaw, who appeared to be paranoid about the smudge of chalk dust on the seat of her black jeans. Alex laughed quietly to herself and shook her head. Girls could get in a tizz about anything, and the girls in her year seemed to be masters at the art.
Wandering further inside, Alex glanced around to find people she knew. Remembering she was awful at looking for people in public places Alex shuffled towards the bar and ordered a warm butterbeer. It was technically the only thing Hogwarts students could drink in here, but as she looked around she saw many were drinking large glasses of Firewhisky. Not good, even though she indulged in it often enough not to be completely ostracized by her peers.
Suddenly, a blond head and a relaxed smile caught her eye. Wesley, her best friend. Normally, if it was any other friend, she would run up and embrace him in an enthusiastic hug, but Wesley and her had just never done that. They hugged if he initiated a hug and wanted one, or if she asked politely for one. It was a bizarre relationship. She trusted him more than anyone in the world, but there was a sort of glass wall that made it bizarre. They would have been like brother and sister, yet they weren't quite. She smiled and walked over at her normal pace, smiling as comfortably as she ever could.
"Hey Wes, can I sit here?" she asked, before sitting down opposite her friend, wiping up the spill of the drink on her glass as she'd clumsily slipped when walking over- but that was just normal. She was as clumsy as anyone could be, and this was a recurring theme of everything. Her tripping, and people, especially Wesley, having to help her falling flat on her face.
"How are you Wesley?"
[/color] she said as she sipped her Butterbeer, enjoying the warming sensation that went straight to her (slightly) freezing extremities. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - tags;; wesley/open words;; outfit;; soon! music;; - - - notes;; sorry. this is terrible.[/size] |
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