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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 10, 2008 8:51:35 GMT -5
Silver sat beside the lake, leaned back against a nearby tree, lost in thought. Or, rather, lost in scribbling across the pages of his notebook, the most thorough way of working through his thoughts. The past month had been surreal--to be honest, the past year had been surreal--and there was a lot to work through. So he tried, and he wrote.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 10, 2008 8:59:26 GMT -5
Gabby was walking down by the lake, her thoughts consumed by the events of the past few weeks. She gazed across the lake, then returned her gaze to shore and saw a guy sitting ahead. He was scribbling away at a furious pace, never pausing. She grew closer to him but spoke before she was right on top of him, guessing that he was so absorbed in his writing he hadn't noticed her approach. "Hi" she said to get his attention.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 10, 2008 14:25:07 GMT -5
Silver's head jerked up at the voice and the sudden realization that someone had approached him. Then his gaze went further up, locating the face behind that voice. He looked at the girl for one brief moment before recalling that she'd greeted him. "Uh, hi," he said. Silver glanced around then, just to be sure it had been him the girl was talking to, but there was no one else nearby. He managed a smile as he looked back up at her, but couldn't think of anything intelligent to say.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 10, 2008 14:28:40 GMT -5
"Too much inside just waiting to get out?" she asked with a smile, nodding to the page full of writing. She sat down oppposite him, stretching her legs out infront of her and resting her weight on her arms, her hands placed behind her. "I'm Gabby, I don't think we've met before, then again I have an awful memory" she said with an apologetic grin.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 10, 2008 14:32:14 GMT -5
Silver watched the girl--Gabby, she'd said--sit, and shook his head. "No, we haven't met," he said. He'd thought that first week that he'd met every girl in the school, but he supposed he didn't mind having been wrong. He glanced down at his notebook, then closed his quill between the pages. "Yeah, there's been a lot going on," he said. Even aside from the masquerade, he added silently.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 10, 2008 14:38:42 GMT -5
Gabby rolled her eyes, "The story of my life" she said with a grin. Recently it felt like she had been on the go 24/7. "So you're a writer then?" she asked, thinking it was probably something he would talk about for hours, even if his work wasn't mentioned.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 10, 2008 15:01:06 GMT -5
Silver nodded, but hung his head a bit, letting his hair shield his face just a little. "I dabble," he said, deflecting her question. He loved writing, but he wasn't sure he considered himself a writer. "I don't make any money at it," he said, his lips quirking as he looked back up at her. He didn't think it counted if he wasn't making any money. Until then, it was a hobby, no matter how often he indulged.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 10, 2008 15:13:43 GMT -5
Gabby smiled, "A scribbler then" she teased. She shrugged at his defintion of a writer. "I play quidditch, spend half my summer on a broom, and I don't make money from it. Does that mean I'm not a player?" she asked, her tone was innocent enough, but as soon as she realised the double meaning of her words she blushed and looked away.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 10, 2008 16:36:55 GMT -5
Silver missed the double meaning entirely and simply smiled at her reasoning. "Point taken," he said, "but I wouldn't argue being a scribbler. My handwriting is terrible." Only partially a joke. He could read it, so he supposed that was enough. While she was looking away, he looked at her, though he made an effort not to stare. What was it she'd said that had her looking away? Or was it something he'd said?
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 10, 2008 17:52:48 GMT -5
Gabby looked back at him and smiled. "So do you do anything other than scribble?" she asked, wanting to get to know him better. Her relationship with Kevin had made her more relaxed, and far more open to making new aqquantances. "Oh," she said as she realised she didn't actually know his name. "What's your name?" she asked.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 10, 2008 20:42:02 GMT -5
"Silver. Well, Sylvester, but no one calls me that," Silver replied. He almost asked her name in return, but suddenly remembered she'd just told him--Gabby. He dropped his gaze, as though she might somehow be able to read his near faux pas in his eyes. It took him a moment to remember what else she'd asked him. "Writing's pretty much it," he said. "But it's enough. It keeps me busy." Keeps me sane, he added silently.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 10, 2008 21:25:02 GMT -5
Gabby nodded, "Silver," she said, trying out the sound on her tongue. "It suits you" she said with a smile. "Then you might just be more obsessed with writing then I am with either riding or flying" she teased. She hadn't thought it was possible for someone to love anything more than she loved them, but maybe she had met her match.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 11, 2008 11:30:32 GMT -5
"I wouldn't call it an obsession," Silver said, hoping the words hadn't sounded as stammered-out as they had felt. He paused, thinking a moment, then added, "It's more of a calling." His lips curved slightly at that. It sounded about right, actually. He needed to write.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on Jul 11, 2008 12:34:34 GMT -5
Gabby smiled faintly in acknowledgement of his idea of it being a calling. He suited the word actually, it looked as if he had been born with a quill in his hand and a notebook balanced on his knees. Gabby sighed and stretched out on the ground, cushioning her head with one arm. "It's so peaceful this time of year" she said. Then she realised how random that had sounded and smiled awkwardly.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jul 12, 2008 1:40:20 GMT -5
Silver smiled at that, Gabby's awkwardness lost entirely in his consciousness of his own awkwardness. "It's because all the tests are over," he said, as though that were the rational explanation for everything. It wasn't, but he supposed it could be part of it, at least.
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