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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 7, 2007 19:35:32 GMT -5
Caitlynn knew the only thing that would cure her boredom was a nice long walk, or a 'meander' as her mother would call it. She had never checked to see if that was even a word, she just used it in her own vocabulary. Besides, what was wrong with making up your own words? Her mother was one of the smartest women Caitlynn knew personally, and it would only be right if you were smart to have the right to make up words. Caitlynn had made up a few herself that her mother had thought ingenious or outright funny. She smiled at the memories as she walked. She didn't know where she was going, as she wasn't paying attention, she was just focusing on meandering about until she was no longer bored, vaguely taking in the scenery around her. She sighed in frustration as her hair came out of its clip and some small hairs got tangled with her small dangling earrings she was wearing. Of all the most inopportune times... She thought, rolling her eyes as she stopped walking and her fingers patiently untangled her hair from her earrings. Then she undid the rest of her hair from its clip and shook it back and forth while brushing it with her fingers. She redid her hair and secured it in her clip. She could almost see how odd it must look in back, but she didn't really care, after all, outward appearances were deceiving.
Plus its not like I'm trying to impress anyone... far too shy for that. She brushed imaginary dust from her light blue shirt and her navy blue jeans before starting her meandering again. Her tennis shoes made no sound on the grass and she herself made no noise, unless one counted the barely audible sound of her inhaling and exhaling. She stopped instantly when she realized she was in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. How in the planet of Pern...? She looked around in mild surprise, actually processing the scenery around her for the first time since the beginning of her meandering. I have been meandering a long time indeed if I find myself here. She laughed softly to herself at that, brushing a strand of hair that fell away from her earrings so that it wouldn't get tangled in them again, but at the same time the strand of hair elegantly rested on her cheek. Not that that particularly mattered much, but she did like to look at least half way presentable at all times. She heard a small sound behind her and turned to see what it was then suddenly felt herself go really shy, her hands working quietly infront of her.
"Er... hello." She said softly. If that person had known her at least remotely well they would have known it took a lot for her to say that to a complete stranger.
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 9, 2007 3:38:14 GMT -5
Jack was sat in one of the stands of the Quidditch pitch. He wasn't waiting for a game or anything. In fact he was fairly useless at quidditch and had never had much of an interest. He was however fairly good at art. He never liked to brag about it. He was always looking for different things to draw, he was fairly good at people though. Still life... forget it.
He noticed soemone new on the pitch. From the looks of her she was also a student. She kept stoppping and starting, she looked like se was in a little world of her own. Tired of drawing the people above, he then starting lightly sketching her. He knew he probably shouldn't, some people got offended when he drew them without asking. She drew closer and although she hadn't noticed him, he then made his looks at her less obvious. She walked past him, he hadn't been noticed. Phew. He pressed a little hader to make an indent on the page for her earring and he pencil lead snapped. With that she noticed him. He could have kicked himself.
He quickly flipped the pad shut. 'Hi.' He said maybe a little to quickly. He now felt embarrassed. 'Sorry... Hi.' He was never very good with talking to strangers at first. Let alone girls. Granted he had talked to Feli with some ease, but that was slightly different.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 10, 2007 0:28:45 GMT -5
A slight wind blew some of Caitlynn's hair into her face. She sighed in frustration as she brushed it away. The wind was always messing up her hair when she was outside, not that it should technically annoy or frustrate her, but when one did their hair they liked it to stay nice for a longer period. She let it all down and fixed it as the strange young man talked. He sounded a bit unsure of what to say. She smiled slightly because she felt that way. It wasn't often she talked to people she didn't know, let alone boys. She finished doing up her hair and clipped it more firmly in place.
"I'm Caitlynn Ohmsford."
She firgured the best place to start was with her name, though she wasn't sure. I am such a book nerd that I don't know how to be social. That's something that I haven't minded till now. She shifted on her feet and clasped her hands behind her back.
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 10, 2007 5:23:07 GMT -5
He wanted to smile at her having trouble with her hair, but he repressed it, she might have thought him rude. He had once considered growing his hair long, but he was never awake enough to be bothered with styling. He just pulled a brush through it and it was ready to go. 'Jack Fraser.' He wasn't sure as to go over to her, for the moment he stayed where he was.
He felt as about uncomfortable as she looked. He tried not to show it though. 'What brings you to these parts then?' That was probaby a good place to start.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 10, 2007 12:25:45 GMT -5
"Jack." Caitlynn murmured, looking thoughtful, as if weighing his name in comparison to his looks. "Pleased to meet you." That sounds sooooo cliche its not even funny. She thought drily as the wind tugged at her hair again, but she had done it up so well that only the tiny hairs rustled about before falling down. It probably looked silly, but she wasn't in the mood to fix it again so soon. Maybe later once back inside the castle.
"Me? Oh, I had done all my homework and was bored out of my mind. In order to cure my bordum, I went 'meandering' as my mum calls it. Next thing I know I'm out here, go figure." She shrugged, thinking she might be talking too fast and suddenly felt very self-consious and shy.
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 11, 2007 3:54:24 GMT -5
'Fair enough,' Jack commented. Caitlyn didn't seem the chatty type. Either that or she was as shy as he could be. That wouldn't be a good mix, if they were both shy, there would probably be pregnant pauses. That always made him feel uncomfortable, and that usually made him say stupid things, just to fill the silences.
He pondered for a moment making a joke about the fact that she'd actually done all her homework. Jack had plety of it to do. But the stuff he didn't understand he never bothered with that much. That's why his potions grade was high and others seemed to be so much lower. He didn't comment though. He didn't want her knowing he was hopeless already.
He flicked the pages of the sketch pad he was holding. He always tended to play wth his hands when they had nothing to do. 'Pleased to meet you too.' That sounded so dumb, he hated the formalities of meeting people, it was so much simpler once you knew them. He pulled on his jacket, the wind was whipping round the ground, 'Aren't you cold?' He asked in a slightly surprised tone.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 11, 2007 13:28:00 GMT -5
Caitlynn watched him flip through his sketch pad. There were all sorts of sketches that were really good, but she couldn't really tell at the speed he was flipping through it. She herself liked to doodle now and then, but she didn't think she was that good. His question drew her out of her thoughtful revere and she looked up at him. "Cold?" She repeated, then paused as if contemplating her body's temperature. "I don't really notice cold that much here, seeing as it's colder in Oxbow, England where I'm from. I suppose it is a little chilly, but not enough to make me cold just yet."
Her legs started pulsing from all the walking she had done, so she stretched them gingerly and did a few yoga moves that would insure her legs wouldn't kill her later with pain. "Pardon my stretching, my legs aren't too happy with all the walking I've done." She smiled a bit as she stretched. Stretching always felt so good, especially when it was yoga.
"So is drawing a hobby of yours or do you take classes for it during the summer?" She couldn't help but ask. "I draw too occasionally, but I don't think I'm that good." She explained, thinking it w as a bit oddd to ask something without explaining why you were interested. Absently, she tucked a thin strand of hair behind her ear.
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 12, 2007 3:01:27 GMT -5
He gave a small laugh. 'I always understood a meadner as a slow aimless walk. That's how I do it when I meander, from the sounds of it I'd have trouble keeping up with you!' he said jokingly. He was always cautios about aking jokes around new people, just in case they thought he was dumb.
'I used to take classes for it...but I found them difficult. I can't draw like a bowl of fruit or something. But I could draw a person, so I gave up on the classes.'
He looked at her, he would offer her the pad to either look through, or to have a go herself, to prove what she just said about herself wrong... but he couldn't. He had started sketching her. If she were to recognise it, she would surely think he was strange for drawing a random passer by. 'I'm sure you're better than you think,' he said finally. After all most people tended to be overly critical of their own work.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 12, 2007 12:39:24 GMT -5
"One's slow pace is another's fast pace." Caitlynn shrugged. "To me I meander slowly and over long distances, but to someone else I might be meandering fast. It all depends on the person." It was true, she and her mother meandered at the same speed while her father was always a bit ahead of them even though he claimed to be going slow.
"Who wants to draw a bowl of fruit when people are far more interesting?" She caught a leaf that was being blown to an fro by the wind, held it for a moment, then let it go.
She thought about it for a moment. "Perhaps I am being overly critical of, or perhaps I am merely being practical. I don't really know because I don't show other people my work, except for my parents. They always say possitive things, but then again they always have." She smiled slightly at the thought of her parents. She was looking forward to summer break when she would see them again.
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 13, 2007 15:52:58 GMT -5
Jack knew that she was probably just being overly-critical, he didn't know her well enough to comment yet. 'I just tend to wander about aimlessly for a while... nothing as fast or focused as you were doing.'
He now didn't know what to say, he had run out of all of his stand-by things to say, he hated these bits were it was a slight pause.She seemed quite content though, with a little smile on her face. He got the feeling she was a million miles away. He wasn't going to say anything but he wondered if he was really that boring.
'Any plans for later? Or just meandering?' He hoped that she didn't think that was him offering to make plans for her. Or did he? He just left the sentence open to see how it would be recieved.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 14, 2007 14:00:46 GMT -5
"Well, that proves everyone's 'meander' is different." Caitlynn shrugged in an amused manner. She couldn't remember the last time she'd talked like this with anyone, let alone a member of the opposite gender.
During the silence, she just stood there smiling while remembering summers with her parents. She had gone herb-hunting with her mother on lazy days that her father would go into work. On the way home from the market, they would pick ripe berries that grew along wooded trails near their house before returning home, giggling and eating berries.
"Plans? No, not really. Which is sort of a drag really, seeing as all my homework is done and all that's left to do is meander, draw, or find some ridiculously thick book in the library to read." She shook her head, then looked up at him. "What about you?"
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 15, 2007 11:45:21 GMT -5
Jack gave a small chuckle, it was a random conversation they turned out to be having.
He came back to earth when he thought about his homework. He knew he had homework to do, he just really didn't want to right now. It was far too mcuh of a dull thing to be doing on such a pleassant afternoon.
'Nothing much. I probably have homework. I just have so much that whatever I do, I still have a heaps.Sorta shovelling snow in a blizzard syndrome. But I tend to do it the morning before.' He knew she would not be impressed at this and he possibly blushed at this point. 'What can I say? I'm hopeless, and disorganised. But I always do it... eventually.'
'So.... my evening will consist of meandering on down to Hogsmeade I suppose. They do great coffee in the shop down there.' That definetly sounded like he was asking her to accompany him, but then again he didn't mind, se seemed really nice, and random. But then again random was good. He hushed the two voices in his head, they were getting irritating.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 16, 2007 12:50:50 GMT -5
Caitlynn smiled as she listened to him speak about homework. Even some of the Ravenclaws waited until the day before to do their homework, but that was mainly because they had so much other homework to do in the first place.
"You aren't the first person I've met that does that." She assured him, noting his blush. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. My own father procrastinates till the last minute." She giggled. "Of course, he's so busy that procrastinating the not-so-important stuff is crucial. Or at least, that's what he and mum agree on."
She was beginning to get the feeling he was asking her to accompany him to Hogsmede, but she wasn't up-to-date with all the subtle lingo, so she decided to assume and hope for the best. "They do? I've never been there myself, I usually go to Honeydukes for all my sugar cravings. Sometimes I go to the Three Broomsticks if I want a butterbeer or to study in a social scene. It's rather ironic that you can sometimes get more studying done in a noisy place like that than in your own common room."
She shook her head at the memory of the times her fellow Ravenclaws would get into loud debates over countless subjects for hours without end in the common room, making it hard for the people actually studying to concentrate.
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Post by Jack Fraser on Sept 17, 2007 14:06:55 GMT -5
Jack gave a small smile. He took her response about going into Hogsmeade as a polite negative. He hadn't strivctly asked her though. But then again if she was interested, she would have expressed it by now? He didn't know. But he did know better than to push his luck. He left it for now.
'You should definetly try the hot chocolate there first,' was the only comment he offered for now. 'I seem just to get hassled in the common room.' This was true. Out of all of his group he was definetly the least threatening looking, he often had younger students ask where different things were, or for help. If it wasn't one of them, it was a friend wanting to talk, or for him to see this. There always seemed to be something. Not that he minded. He was always looking for a reason not to do homework.
He gave a small laugh when he thought of the Butterbeers. He always settled for one of them, after all he was still under the legal drinking age, and it was forbidden in Hogwarts anyway. Despite countless attempts from his friends to find a way around it.
Another silence. He hated this. He searched his brain for soething to say. He hoped she would come up with something.
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Post by Caitlynn Ohmsford on Sept 18, 2007 17:44:47 GMT -5
Caitlynn's hair was pulled out of its firm style by a gusting wind that almost made her lose her balance. "Blasted wind." She muttered mostly to herself as she shook out her hair and just left it down, untangling a few strands from her earrings.
She turned her attention back to Jack to catch the last half of his comment about the hot chocolate. "I'll try to remember that, though despite having a very good memory I am a creature of habit and often forget to do new things when going to Hogsmede." She smiled, a bit embaressed.
"Common rooms must have invisible signs that randomly appear, notifying students to be noisy. Either that or else Peeves floats around and posts them in random places." It was a bad joke, or at least she thougt so. Still, Peeves was quite the mischief maker for a ghost.
The wind seemed to be mocking her as it rustled through her hair she left down in resignation. Her lower back was protesting standing so long without any sort of movement. Even the wind seemed a bit colder than it had a second ago, but it still didn't affect her. "Mind if I sit with you?" She inquired after a bit of silence, a bit surprised she didn't feel shy while asking it. He seemed like a nice enough person to sit and talk to, and she hadn't met one of those in a very long time.
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