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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 12:26:32 GMT -5
Yes, one of the first rules he'd been given was that the forest was forbidden, but Silver headed straight there his first free period, notebook in hand, all the same. It was forbidden because it was dangerous, and Silver really wasn't worried about whatever wildlife happened to be lurking in the shadows.
He wasn't looking for adventure, though. He was looking for someplace private, someplace where he could just write. He stayed near the edge of the forest, for now, where he was close enough to the treeline that he could slip out if he felt like it. Just until he got his bearings, at least.
Silver sat down against the base of an old tree, long legs bent in front of him into a makeshift table for the sketchbook he'd already christened as a journal. He went to the first few pages he'd started on the train and started working; scratching out this line and writing another, or scribbling over an entire verse. He was so absorbed that it wasn't likely he'd hear someone until they were on top of him.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 12:30:33 GMT -5
Cassie wondered through the forest, day dreaming. Life had been looking up for her recently and as the sun was shining she had slipped on a dress and decided to go outdoors for a while. She looked up, sighing, as she watched the sunlight fall through the tress. She shifted her eyes downwards and stopped suddenly. She was standing only a couple of feet away from a boy about her age. She cleared her throat softly, waiting for him to look up as she played with her hair.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 12:46:55 GMT -5
It wasn't the sound so much as the motion that got Silver's attention. There were so many little noises in the forest, but the presence of another being of any sort was easily felt. His quill stopped, and he lifted his head, turning it immediately toward the source of warmth he could sense more than feel. It was a girl, beautiful, standing in a pool of dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. His heart skipped a beat. He managed a smile, but couldn't seem to say anything. He was too busy damning himself for social ineptness.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 12:52:10 GMT -5
Cassie smiled back at him, sensing his awkwardness. "I hope I didn't give you shock" she said anxiously, biting her lip. She let her hands fall to her sides and tweak the hem of her skirt. "I always come to the forest and I don't normally meet people" Cassie said, tilting her head so she could look up at the trees.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 12:57:20 GMT -5
A weight lifted from Silver's chest at the girl's soft ease, even as he fought not to let the motion of her teeth against her lip distract him. He glanced down at his notebook to break the spell and forced himself to come up with something intelligent to say. "I like the forest. I haven't been here before though. I'm new," he said, and instantly cursed himself. He sounded like a moron! What the hell was wrong with him? Still, he dared to look back up at the girl, one hand rising to push a mass of hair back from his face, the better to see her. "What's your name?" he asked.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 13:01:58 GMT -5
Cassie nodded at his words, absorbing the information. "Cassandra" she said, surprised at her use of the full version of her name. "Most people call me Cassie though" she added gently. She had the feeling that any sudden movements would startle the boy. "What's yours?" she asked as she took a seat so he didn't have to keep looking up at her. She stretched our her legs in front of her and waited for an answer, idly plaiting her hair.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 13:27:09 GMT -5
"Silver," he said automatically, still distracted by the girl--what had she said her name was? He panicked a moment before remem bering; Cassandra. Cassie. "Call me Silver," he corrected himself. "My name's Sylvester, but..." He gave a light shrug of his shoulders and another glance down at his notebook. When he looked back up, he found his eyes following the length of her legs a moment before he stopped himself, forcibly looking up at her--Cassie's--face. Cassie, Cassie, Cassie, he mentally intoned. He was crap with names, to the point that it was embarrassing.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 13:50:59 GMT -5
"Silver" Cassie said, liking the way it felt on her tongue. Cassie pulled the plait out of her hair absently, not even having noticed she had done it in the first place. She lay back, watching the sunlight filter through the trees. "So do know what hosue you're in yet?" she asked, turning her head to the side so she could look at him. "It took me about a day to find out as I was a transfer" she explained.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 14:03:27 GMT -5
Silver had decided there was no fighting his baser thoughts, not with her laid out like that, even if he reminded himself that she was only making herself comfortable. He dragged his eyes away from her, though he couldn't keep from stealing long glances at her all the same. "Ravenclaw," he answered. "So I guess that makes me a geek." He gave a low chuckle at that, however true it might be. "I must've had good timing, me and Dare got sorted right away." His eyes rose to Cassie's. "Dare's my brother," he said, answering the question before it was asked. "He's in Gryffindor."
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 14:11:27 GMT -5
"Well then we're geeks together" Cassie said with a smile, fixing her green eyes on Silver. "I'm also in Ravenclaw" she explained. "Are you the same age?" she asked, intrigued that Silver had a brother. She ran a hand through her hair until she had unconciously spread it out around her head. She sighed, "I love this sort of weather, sunny but not too hot and a nice fresh wind" she commented.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 14:19:02 GMT -5
Silver nodded, momentarily mute again at the picture Cassie made, her hair a golden halo on the grass. He cleared his throat and looked away, into the forest this time, his hands adjusting the notebook on his lap. "Nice weather," he said, not even aware of the words. His mind jumped back to her question, and he latched onto it, his brother a safe subject. "Dare's a year older than me," he said. "But they put us both in 6th year. I don't know if it's a mistake; I won't be sixteen til November, and I was pretty sure the cutoff was September or October." He shrugged. "Not that it matters, I can keep up with the work." Silver suddenly realized how much he'd just said and cursed himself for verbal diarrhea. It seemed like he could never find the balance, or maybe he just didn't know where the line was.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 14:22:09 GMT -5
Cassie laughed softly. "It's ok, I'm not great with words, I normally express myself in a different way" Cassie said, returning her attention to Silver, her eyes settling on him again. She processed the information about his brother Dare and was slightly interested, but the thought of her later meeting with Julius kept her from dwelling on the thought.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 14:41:36 GMT -5
Silver's gaze rose at Cassie's friendly assurance, then stopped, frozen, at the eye contact. Or maybe he wasn't frozen, maybe he was melted in place, because there was nothing cold about her. Her physical being spoke of spring and summer. He caught himself waxing poetic and released a rather sharp breath as he dragged his gaze away, struggling to regain the topic of conversation.
I normally express myself in a different way, she'd said. "So how do you...express yourself?" Silver asked. He figured it was fairly obvious what he did, considering the open notebook, so he refrained from mentioning it. He almost hoped she'd ask, though.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 25, 2008 14:52:18 GMT -5
Cassie's lips curved into a soft smile and little dimples appeared in her cheeks. She pulled her fringe out of the way. "I'm a dancer" Cassie started, "I went to a performing arts college for five years before I transferred here. I can't usually sit still, I'm always on my feet dancing" she explained. She looked at the pad on his lap, interested. "Do I take it you're a writer?" she asked lifting her gaze back up to his face. Cassie felt relaxed, almost relieved that she didn't find him attractive, just a really nice guy. She felt able to relax and just talk, something that hadn't been happening with guys recently.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 15:02:59 GMT -5
Silver couldn't help himself from returning Cassie's smile, from admiring her lovely face and the sound of her voice. And she danced. "Yeah, I'm a writer," he said, only glancing down at his book before raising his eyes to Cassie again. He wanted to memorize her face, wished he could draw like Dare. "I write about anything. Stories, poems, whatever." His smile brightened, almost teasing. "I can't dance to save my life. Two left feet," he said, falling back on the cliche, since it worked.
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