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Post by richard on Jun 7, 2009 4:02:42 GMT -5
Walking out to the lake, Richard shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, it was a little chilly outside and he had forgotten to bring his scarf. It was just like him though, ever forgetful now that he was learning a load of magic. Sometimes he hated it here though, like when the Slytherins and the Gryffindor's fight a lot, he himself was in Ravenclaw, had tried for the quidditch team but had ended up failing that miserably. IT seemed he was more brain than brawn, and if he was perfectly honest with himself he liked that just fine. He wanted to be known for his brains, in fact, when he left school he wanted to learn how to make wands, to become a wand maker. Shivering slightly, Richard rubbed his tanned forearm with a hand he had taken out of his pocket, if just to generate some heat between the two, but it didn't seem to be working very well.
Finally making it to the edge of the lake, Richard went over to the tree that sat near it and leaned against it, slowly letting himself drop down till he was sat on his bottom with his knees to his chin. He liked to watch the lake while he was here, watch it ripple with movement from above and below. Yet he wasn't just here for the lake, up in the tree he was at lived a rather beautiful bird, her feathers were a rich maroon with some yellow and blue. It was quite a sight to see, so, bringing out some of the seeds he had stashed away in one of his pockets he poured them onto his hand and held it out, waiting for her to hop down and start nibbling on them; which she did in a matter of minutes! It had taken him a long time to get to be friends with this creature, it had taken also a lot of time sat here like a statue, but it had paid off, she trusted him enough to eat the food he provided her, and he didn't mind at all. Not even when she would sit in his hand and put her head in her wing. |
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Post by markjohnson on Jun 12, 2009 18:59:12 GMT -5
Mark was sitting behind a tree on his own, he had barely any friend because of the way he looked, he sniffed quietly behind the tree. he hated being lonely. He was bullied for the way he looked and being gay, he hated it, he just wanted to fit in, he had been beaten up today and it hurt badly, he never went to see the doctor tho he just wanted to be on his own, he never noticed someone coming up to the tree he was behind.
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Post by richard on Jun 12, 2009 19:11:04 GMT -5
Richard sighed as he saw a kid sitting at his tree, so instead of just sitting down he looked at the kid, who looked to have been beaten up. "Hey, do you mind if i sit?" He asked him. He had seen this Gryffindor around but hadn't really talked to him, he didnt' really know why actually, he was probably too engrossed in a book to want to talk. "I'm Richard Quinn." |
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Post by markjohnson on Jun 12, 2009 19:14:53 GMT -5
Mark jumped and looked at him nodding, he was very shy, he smiled as best he could through a busted lip "I'm mark mark Johnson" He looked uo at the boy, he had a busted lip and a cut on his forhead, he looked a mess hair everywhere. He shifted over a bit for the boy to sit down, he knew it was ment to rain today so he hoped they didn't get wet.
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Post by richard on Jun 12, 2009 19:22:08 GMT -5
Richard smiled as he sat down, knees to his chin he wrapped his arms around his legs, looking out across the lake. "It's nice to meet you Mark." He smiled at him, nicely. Knowing that only a bunch of Slytherins could beat up a Gryffindor, Marks house wouldn't do that to their own, they would loose house points. "Who beat you up?" He asked him as he turned to look at the boy, even through a busted lip, Richard could see that he had rather full lips, and even with the peircing he could see that they were really nice lips too. His hair was a mess, but it was a shade of black Richard had himself, even if Richard had darker skin. |
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Post by markjohnson on Jun 12, 2009 19:27:10 GMT -5
Mark looked at him "snakes" He answered, he always called them that, he never called the anything nice they were all idiots. He smiled weakly and rested his head on the tree. He couldn't help but look at this boys eyes, they were nice, the type of eyes you get lost in. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, he was tired, he was up all night last night doing snapes stupid essay he was set.
He hated his life at home but he hated it here to, the only reason he knew he had power was because he made the man next doors dog blow up.............. in a very bad way, it really wasn't his fault, the dog had bit him and drew blood.
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Post by richard on Jun 14, 2009 15:54:08 GMT -5
Richard sighed slightly when the boy said it was 'snakes' he knew that meant the Slytherins, it always meant the Slytherins. "They need to get a life, they can't keep bullying everyone they see, its not healthy for them." He said with a scowl directed to a Slytherin who was walking by. (Sorry its short,) |
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Post by markjohnson on Jun 17, 2009 11:18:12 GMT -5
Mark looked at him and nodded "yeah but they won't they think there the best because there pure bloods, well most of them" He hated them more then anything and was dreading going to his next class with them in, he knew that he would have to do the work but he hated them that much he would rather run and not go near them.
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