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Post by Marisol Bou on May 21, 2008 17:45:08 GMT -5
Translation: Ignorance is courage.
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Mari was back, hopefully this time for good. From the moment she stepped into the doors, she was amazed at how little Hogwarts had changed...unlike her. It had been three years since she had been at Hogwarts and remembering those day left a grin on her face.
After dropping her bags in her new dorm room, her old had obviously been taken over, Mari headed down to the Forest. It was where she spent most of her time in her earlier years. It held some many secrets and so many memories. Mari walked slowly around the deeper part of the forest when she came upon a familiar clearing. It all came back to her. The secrets meetings, the forbidden affair, it still gave her goosebumps.
Mari placed her hand on the trunk of an overgrown tree. Her let her finger trace the natural carvings in the wood until she came across one that had been handmade. Two sets of initials, one belonging to her and one belonging to him, were surrounded by a crooked heart. Mari crouched down to get a bettwer look at the carving. Suddenly, she heard a noise....
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 22, 2008 16:48:42 GMT -5
Chase's boots crunched through loose rocks and fallen twigs, not a single attempt made to be stealthy. There were so many students who hung out in the forest that chances were he'd stumble over one before he'd scare one off. He nearly stumbled over one crouching at the base of a tree.
Chase stopped suddenly, his feet nearly touching hers, the legs of his jeans bare inches from the side of her body. In the moment he recognized her as female, he took her in with a quick but thorough glance. Especially the curve of her rear, considering the way she was bent. His gaze moved to her eyes, and he took half a step back out of courtesy. "You should be careful around here, it's easy to get lost. Or found," he amended, lips curving. Not that he'd gotten lost, but it could happen, and since he didn't recognize her, she had to be new.
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 22, 2008 17:01:35 GMT -5
Mari's head turned away from the tree and to the side to find a pair of jeans. She stood up slowly, keeping perfect balance on her heels. Her eyes trailed up his body starting with the legs and finally meeting his eyes. She had been back but a few short hours and already she found it hard to break old habits. He was cute, and could probably be very useful. "What makes you think I could get lost?" She asked. She had actually tried to get lost before. She wanted to get to the other side of the forest, to see what was there, but every time she had somehow ended up back on the Hogwarts side.
Mari hadn't recognized him, but then again she hadn't seen or heard from anyone from Hogwarts since she left mysteriously three years ago. "Marisol Bou. And you are?" She asked with interest.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 22, 2008 17:32:32 GMT -5
Chase had seen the way the girl looked at him, and his still-polite smile crooked into a smirk. "It's a big forest," he said, answering her first question with a light tease.
"Chase Firebrand," he said at last, offering his hand with the introduction. He wondered how new she was; would his reputation have already left an imprint, or would he be starting fresh? It was a heady thought, so Chase held himself in momentary reserve for her reaction.
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 22, 2008 17:42:03 GMT -5
Mari shrugged, maybe the forest had changed. She had never heard the name and the face was unrecognizable. She studied him trying to read his thoughts. "Are you a transfer student?" She asked with curiosity. He had to be, she thought. There was no way she would forget someone who looked like him.
"No, I'm not new....technically." Mari said guessing that was what he was thinking of. "I took some time off, but I don't remember seeing you before so you must be a transfer, right?" Her dramatic exit from Hogwarts had hopefully gone forgotten by the students who were there to witness it. She silently cursed her mother for dragging her out of the school.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 22, 2008 18:14:49 GMT -5
Chase blinked, the only outward sign that she'd surprised him, and quickly reevaluated his plans. She didn't know his name, and she wasn't a new student. There would be no impressing her with his knowledge of the school, but he had a clean slate to work off otherwise.
"I transferred last term," he said. It had been a term to reme
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 22, 2008 18:23:06 GMT -5
"I wouldn't exactly call it a vacation." Mari said with a little laugh. She didn't feel it was necessary to inform those who didn't know about her past, about her past. It was more of a sore subject, boring, unimportant, and best forgotten. She wanted to change the subject away from her, something that was very rare.
"Where did you go before here?" Mari pressed. She wondered if he had ever been so involved with something that had gotten so out of hand. Maybe he had an even darker past then she did, this is what interested. She couldn't stand the perfect guys who always wanted to be such gentlemen. How boring.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 22, 2008 18:36:05 GMT -5
Chase's lips pressed into a momentarily hard line; she'd actually asked. But it wasn't like his past was a secret, he just preferred to live in the present rather than think about it. He smoothed his features in a heartbeat, wondering what it was that she wasn't saying about her own past, but letting it go. He didn't know her well enough to push.
"I transferred from the Magical Institute of New England in the U.S., but I've been to a few different schools. Parents move around a lot." And rather than just leave him at boarding school while they traveled, they'd dragged him along for every move, somehow convincing themselves that close proximity would ensure better behavior. It hadn't worked.
"Have you been to any other schools?" Chase asked, subtly turning her question back at her and sidestepping the way she'd sidestepped his last question. Had she been at another school during her time off?
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 22, 2008 18:52:48 GMT -5
Mari caught the hardened expression on Chase's face, but was almost sure it had been a trick of the light since it vanished so quickly. "No, there were no other schools. At first I was home-schooled. I would not recommend it. For some reason my mother decided that certain things like etiquette was more important than Defense Against the Dark Arts, or Potions. After a while she hired a tutor who got me caught up and away from the place settings involving twenty different spoons I'll never use in life."
Mari had been pulled away from all civilization. She was not allowed to go out, or let anyone come in. She only got to see the news that had been deemed appropriate for her to read by her mother and her mother's servant and therefore did not receive any information about Hogwarts. "So, anything exciting happened while I was gone?" She asked shifting the subject away from her and onto the school.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 22, 2008 19:36:30 GMT -5
There's a loaded question, Chase thought. "It depends on your definition of exciting," he said, purposefully bypassing the direct route. What good would it do to run into a girl that didn't know his reputation if he up and listed his misadventures to her?
He gave it a moment's thought, then started a highly edited version of events since he'd come to Hogwarts. "The biggest thing that's happened was a student got expelled, but he was only here for a few months, so you probably don't know him." He paused, then added, "He's at the jewelry shop in Hogsmeade. I'd stay away from there if I were you; he's got violent tendencies and a thing for any living body that crosses his vision."
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 23, 2008 11:54:43 GMT -5
Mari was shocked mostly. Maybe some things had changed. "Okay then." She said slowly taking it in. She tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "Thanks for the tip." She said even though his warning only made her more curious.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 23, 2008 17:52:32 GMT -5
Chase's eyes darkened a bit at her reaction. If she was one of the ones who enjoyed the idea of being brutalized, then that was that much less interest he had. Chase opted against any further warnings or details for that reason. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he said, mild frustration just audible in his voice. It occurred to him that his misadventures wouldn't phase her, but he decided against those as well. She could find out on her own. He changed the subject instead. "What were you doing to that tree?" he asked, gesturing down to where she'd been crouched.
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 23, 2008 19:41:58 GMT -5
Mari looked at the tree trunk . "Revisiting an old memory." Her eyes trailed down to the crooked heart before looking back at Chase. She tilted her head to the side. "What are you doing in this part of the Forest? I didn't think many people dared to go this far in." She added with a little laugh in her voice.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 23, 2008 21:50:23 GMT -5
Chase arched an eyebrow. "I felt like the walk, and I dared," he said, his eyes shimmering lightly with the tease. His gaze dropped, following the path that Marisol's had taken, only able to see that there was some kind of marking on the tree. "The forest is a popular hangout; too popular most of the time. If you want any kind of chance of relaxing, you've got to go pretty far. But I've gone farther." An incredibly subtle double-entendre, but it amused him, and that was what mattered.
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Post by Marisol Bou on May 24, 2008 12:32:50 GMT -5
Mari's face dropped. That didn't seem right. The forest used to be hers....never a popular hangout. It would be completely abandoned and left for the selected few to roam around and do as they please. Mari tilted her head to the side and a small grin reappeared on her face assuming his words had a double meaning. "The forest used to be almost completely empty." A place of secrets and lies. It was always hers.
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