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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Dec 16, 2008 5:37:12 GMT -5
Lucretia's arms constricted around her body even more as she tried to stay warm. The cold was getting worse now, but she wasn't in the mood to go inside, the streets were empty and for once she could walk peacefully. Lucretia stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror. Her usually pale skin was stained with pink while her hair looked dark in contrast to the snowy background.
Turning back to the road ahead Lucretia didn't really pay attention to the few people running to the next stop trying to get out of the cold. None of them she could recognize, in fact Lucretia had almost disappeared from the school, she wasn't sure what had become of everyone, she was too busy trying to avoid familiar faces and so far she's been successful, almost as if she was a ghost.
Lucretia smirked to herself, she really needed to catch up on her friends, she couldn't just completly ignore her 'friends' or whats left of them. Lucretia was sure a lot of people still hated her... not that she blamed them she was pretty much the most demented person alive... or was the most demented person at some point.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 27, 2008 18:07:46 GMT -5
Markise knew he shouldn't be out, but the castle was stifling, and he couldn't stand hiding in the Common Room any longer. The cold was bitter, stinging, but it was nothing when pitted against his need to get out. He'd grown up in a place with freezing winters, where the wind whipped down between the tall buildings, seeking to knock over anything in its path. He could handle this.
His gloved hands were tucked into the pockets of his thick winter coat, but when a gust of snow-speckled air threw back his hood and threatened to take his hat as well, one emerged, tugging the fur-lined cloth back over his head. He was going out, but he wasn't a masochist.
The girl ahead might have been, though. She didn't appear to be going anywhere, just standing in the street idly watching people go by. He might have thought she was lost, but as he approached, that slightly wicked curve of her lips changed his mind.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 27, 2009 10:49:29 GMT -5
The fact that one didn't seem to hurry inside like most did catch her eyes. She turned to stare at him. Usually, people would look away and blush, but she wasn't like most people. Instead, she continued to gaze at him, it wasn't as if she was questioning him, or even being antagonistic in anyway. It was more like she was looking at him curiously.
Lucretia tried to guess who this person was, but her mind came up blank. Tilting her head to the side she frowned. She wondered why he wasn't like the rest, running inside the overcrowded stores that lined Hogsmead.
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to say hello and introduce myself?" she called out to him, a hint of a smile was on her face, but other than that, her face was neutral. If she wasn't going to revisit her friends, she might as well get to know other people.
Her arms dropped from around her frame and instead she shoved them in her pockets to keep warm. It was hard to see the person, the fact that the flurries of snow was obstructing her view and the person was hiding in the hood didn't make the image any clearer.
Lucretia was expecting the usual response that she got from most, either a blush or they completly ignored her. Either way, she most likely wasn't going to get a solid answer, it was expected from people.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 28, 2009 11:00:17 GMT -5
Is this the part where I'm supposed to say hello and introduce myself? Markise blinked in momentary surprise at the teasing greeting, then his lips quirked. With as few people as were actually out, there was no mistaking who she was talking to. If he'd felt any warning from the way she'd been smiling a few minutes ago, he let it go now. He welcomed the distraction.
"It would make things easier," he called, then turned toward the girl. Markise didn't have a second thought about whether or not to accept the offer, whether it was an invitation or a challenge. Not that Markise was interested in a battle, far from it, but at this point, any conversation was better than wandering aimlessly.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 11:13:33 GMT -5
Lucretia inwardly grinned, that was probably the straightest answer she got from anyone in a long time. She could shout back and answer, but two people calling at each other from far away seemed strange, not that people didn't already think of her as strange.
Making her way closer to whoever this person was, she stood close enough for her voice to be heard, but not too close, she didn't want to invade someones personal space.
"Hello, I'm Lucretia. I could tell you more other than I am a Slytherin and a 6th year, but wheres the fun in me just letting it all out." she felt the corner of her lips twitch up farther, she wasn't sure where all this was coming from, but she supposed after all the negative drama with others, she wanted to stray far past that and move on to simpler things.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 28, 2009 11:26:37 GMT -5
Another Slytherin. Michael had warned him off pretty fiercely from talking to Slytherins, but he didn't seem to be having any problems with them. Except Larten, but that was only because he'd disappeared. Bastard. Markise mentally shrugged. For the moment, he was glad of his not-so-jaded view of people.
"Markise Sterling," he returned. He might have offered a handshake, but at the moment, the wisest course seemed to be keeping his hands in his pockets. "I'm in sixth year, too. Hufflepuff," he said. He knew Hufflepuff's reputation for being better Houses' rejects, but he couldn't help being relieved to be there when it meant being able to slip away from the drama at night. Well, most nights, anyway.
"Immune to the cold?" he asked. He knew why he was out, but he did wonder why she was.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 11:39:00 GMT -5
The name seemed a tad bit familiar to her. Most likely a couple of girls or guys where gossiping. For a moment, she was lost in thought trying to figure out where she heard the name, but she came up blank.
"Quite, I can also control the weather and send waves of lightning through my hands. I'm also the co-leader of a group of mutants." recently Lucretia had taken a liking to reading muggle comics on her spare time. The character that she used to share a name with captured her interest.
Lucretia wondered if he'd get it, for all she knew he could be a pureblood who never dealt with muggles or anything related to them, but she supposed giving it a shot might help.
Looking around, she realized he did really have a point. Most were stuffed inside the shops, the crowded shops sounded less appealing than standing in the cold. With her eyes planted on the crowded shops, he may get why she really was standing outside. Then again, she could always go back to Hogwarts, but where was the fun in being stuck in the dungeons.
"You?" she asked returning the question. There had to be a reason why someone would be out in the freezing cold, most likely for the same reason as her own.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 28, 2009 11:55:09 GMT -5
Markise had to laugh at Lucretia's description of herself. Both his parents were wizards, but he'd spent so much time with Muggles in New York that he caught the reference. In fact, he'd seen the movies. Storm. His lips curved in amusement, and his pale blue eyes sparkled lightly.
"I'm out to get away from them," he said, easily following the direction of her gaze. "The cold is a small price to pay for some peace. Besides, that's what coats and cloaks are for, isn't it?"
He knew he could have just walked the grounds, but it had felt pointless. At least heading to Hogsmeade he'd had a goal. He hadn't been sure what he'd do when he got here, but judging by the crush of bodies in the shops, he didn't feel like going into any of them.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 12:24:49 GMT -5
She grinned, glad that her description was understood. He probably was around muggles, his accent definitely meant he was from North America which most likely meant he probably didn't have the mentality of most pureblood wizards from Europe.
"Amen to that." she tried to make it sound light and sing-son-ish, but the cold made it nearly impossible so it fell quite flat. The expression on her face said otherwise to her voice, it was the only thing she could rely on for now... before even her face was frozen into place.
"Since I would rather freeze out here than have to return to the dungeons or force myself in there and you seem stuck with me out here. I might as well be blunt with you. The only really good trait I have at this point." she was going to ask if somehow there would be a reason why his name struck a chord.
"Is there a reason why your name is heard on almost everyone's lips?" she eyed him carefully, hoping she didn't hit a chord or say something offensive. It was just the annoyance of having his name out there and not knowing why was really getting on her nerves.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 28, 2009 12:40:33 GMT -5
Markise blinked in definite surprise, and he looked away from the shops back to Lucretia. "I know a lot of people," he said simply, as though that answered everything. It was true, though. He knew people from all the other houses and had been friends of sorts with quite a few of them. There was nothing else that would have gotten out, his private life was his alone.
"Is there a reason I haven't seen you around?" Markise asked. The usual question would have been whether she was new, but she didn't seem like it, as strange as that might sound. She didn't look at all lost or confused, and besides, a new student likely wouldn't pick one name out of the many they'd be hearing. Which begged the question of where Lucretia had come from. He didn't want to think that she was one of the Slytherins that Michael had warned him about. He was too busy enjoying her company.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 12:47:43 GMT -5
A small 'oh' formed on her lips and his question completly threw her off. It was only fair that she would have to answer.
"I'm the big bad wolf in every story." she half joked. So at first she was, at one point she was a thorn in everyone's side. After that it was almost as if she disappeared. The Three Broomsticks hadn't been open for ages, and that was because she would hide in there and not come out.
"And like all bad guy's, I had to disappear." she slightly grinned to show that things were much different now than before. She didn't want to ward him off, but she didn't want to make it seem as though she was a really sweet perfect girl. Honesty was something new to her, but apparently it helped.
Her head turned to the one place that was locked up and empty. The Three Broomsticks was dark and looked abandoned, almost as bad as the Shrieking shack. The boarded up windows didn't help and she realized, the place needed to be redone.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 28, 2009 13:03:57 GMT -5
Markise looked at Lucretia a moment, but he only saw that big bad wolf side in glimmers and flashes. He knew he was a pretty pathetic judge of character most of the time, but he also knew that no one could be one thing to the exclusion of all others. That thought brought him back to Ariel, but that was one person he didn't need to think about.
"Well I won't hold your wolf-ness against you as long as you don't try to eat me," Markise teased. He found himself following her gaze again, to a building he hadn't seen open in his entire time at Hogwarts. "Have you ever seen it open?" he asked. It looked like she had memories of the place, though there was no telling if they were good or bad. He wondered, but he wouldn't push for answers. It was really none of his business, he was just curious.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 13:13:00 GMT -5
"You've got the noble promise that I wont eat you. I'm not making any promises though that I wont bite." she looked at him while saying this but turned back to the Three Broomsticks. His question registered in her mind, but she wasn't sure if she should say something about it or change the subject. Lucretia went with the former.
"Well you see... the big bad wolf had to hide somewhere, and her own shop would be the perfect place." it was somewhat of an answer, but she wasn't going any further than that. the place did have a bad memory, or rather a really good one that she somewhat regretted. Recently though, she had grown fond of the place.
"Never knew it looked that bad." she said it more to herself, but Markise probably caught it.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 28, 2009 13:33:59 GMT -5
Markise's eyes flickered back to Lucretia again. He was beginning to think that Storm would be an appropriate nickname for her, lack of mutant powers aside. "I don't think people notice it that much," he said. There was little reason to stare at a closed shop with those that were open. And especially the club. It seemed to be most of the reason people went to Hogsmeade, aside from just getting out of the school.
"It seems like Hogsmeade has more people in it than Hogwarts," Markise mused. "Even the students hardly live there anymore." DareandMichael, for example. And he knew there were others who either made their shops their homes or spent so much time there that they may as well have. "Diagon Alley, too. It seems like the Knight Bus gets a lot of business." Markise had his own way of getting to London, thank God. He hated the Knight Bus.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 14:32:28 GMT -5
She wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed. Relieved that no one noticed, but disappointed that she actually had to suffer trying to sneak in and out of Hogwarts during the night when she could have avoided everyone during the day.
“When you’ve got a big castle and a whole bunch of anti-social students, the result is an over crowded Hogsmead.” she turned her attention back to Markise, it was better to ignore her temporary home than to look at how pathetic it had become.
“You just gave me a brilliant idea, next time I’ll hide out in the Knight Bus.” The idea amused her somewhat. She never liked the Knight Bus, especially when she went flying onto a person or smashing into windows. Yet, she always thought it was… fun at times.
Her parents never knew she used the Knight Bus before, she always used to lie to them and tell them she would be going to a friends house, instead she’s go to Diagon Alley with the Knight Bus, memories she would forever hold onto.
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