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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 14, 2009 11:14:41 GMT -5
Ariel was tired. It was a rare decent day out, though, so he had dragged himself out of his bed sometime in the early afternoon, which didn't mean much considering how late he had been out the night before, and gone outside. So he was laying out in the sun on the ground, which added just a little more warmth to the grass.
He had finally broken down and bought a new belt that was cloth and had been chosen over a similar one with artfully ragged edges. He could mess up his own belt over time, it held much more accomplishment that way, anyway. His eyes were closed, though he didn't sleep, and his arms were underneath his head. The pose pulled at his shirt and revealed a thin stretch of skin between the edges of his old jeans and boxers and his shirt.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 14:57:26 GMT -5
Chase wasn't in the mood for company. He'd been avoiding Anna since he'd returned from winter break, not a difficult task considering she was always either in the library or her shop. He'd been avoiding most people, actually. There was no way he was going to be able to do what he needed to with temptation everywhere.
He was distracted when he got to the edge of the lake. He'd been stopping at different places every time, trying to make sure Anna didn't find him again. If there was anything that would ruin what he was trying to do, it would be getting caught in a compromising position with a Mudblood. Technically he could still do what he wanted as long as he was discreet about it, but he was watched so closely that discretion didn't count for much.
Whatever his thoughts at the moment, Chase was too lost in them to notice the body lying on the ground not too far away. There were a scattering of trees around him, and that was what he'd seen when he'd looked around. He leaned back against one now and lit up a fluxweed cigarette, a vice he rarely indulged in unless he was stressed. And one the Daily Prophet had never caught on to. The first minty breath was pure relief.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 15:47:14 GMT -5
Ariel immediately recognized the scent of one particular patron's smoke and wrinkled his nose as he snapped his eyes open. He looked around for the source of the offending scent and his eyes hovered for a second longer than necessary before he looked back up at the sky. "If you're going to smoke those, go somewhere else," he said. He didn't care to relive that particular night with that scent.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 16:03:34 GMT -5
Chase turned toward that voice, removing the cigarette from between his lips in the same motion. It took him a moment to find the guy lying down, but when he did, his brows narrowed. It wasn't anyone he knew, but that didn't lessen his annoyance.
Chase spent a brief moment in heated debate with himself. On one hand, he had little patience, and he wanted desperately to tell the guy to f~ off, maybe even pick a fight. On the other hand... He was the Head Boy, and if the guy ratted on him, there'd be hell to pay. He was still walking a thin line with the Headmistress, who hadn't forgotten that duel, and he didn't need expelled for any reason. Especially now, when he'd sold his soul to his father.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, sparking crimson, but he couldn't seem to make himself back down, even with the warnings he gave himself. He resisted his urge to start something and turned away, ignoring the guy.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 16:13:19 GMT -5
Ariel wrinkled his nose again when he realized the guy wasn't going to stop and looked up at him again. "There are plenty better brands than those things," he pointed out. If he hadn't been the first one there and so comfortable already he would gladly have just left, but he had made a nice little bed in the grass and was rather comfortable in his little patch of sunlight.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 17:06:36 GMT -5
"This is what I like, and this is what I've got," Chase said. He took another drag, wondering idly what the guy's problem was. There were plenty of cigarettes with far more pungent smells, though it didn't sound like he was a nonsmoker so much as he had a grudge against mint. Chase didn't feel like putting it out and wandering the shore looking for another place, especially since the guy didn't seem to be doing anything about it.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 17:18:36 GMT -5
"If it means you'll put that rank thing out I'll give you one of mine," Ariel said, pushing himself up to sit. Before, he would have held to his pack for his life. Now, he had money, and he could buy another pack whenever he wanted to. As a matter of fact, he had an extra backup pack up in the drawer by his bed. He looked back over at the guy, stealing a glance from his toes to the rough dark hair in less than a couple of seconds before looking out over the water again.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 17:58:05 GMT -5
Chase paused just long enough to give a silent declaration that he didn't really care what the other guy thought. Then he snuffed out the end of his own and tucked it away for another time. "As long as it's not one of those crappy Muggle brands I'll take one," he said. Not that he would recognize a Muggle brand by sight, but he'd tried them once when he'd been especially interested in thumbing his nose at his father, and they'd been disgusting.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 18:06:00 GMT -5
Ariel rolled his eyes and shifted to dig in his pocket for the half-empty pack. He pulled out one dark stick and held it up for the guy. It wasn't exactly a wizarding brand, but it wasn't purely muggle, either. He knew of at least one shop in Diagon Alley that sold them, and he knew his brother hadn't gotten them from any muggle. With his other hand he dug around for his matches which were so much easier to use than worrying about the entirety of his wand. "Trust me on these. Hell of a lot better than those things you have."
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 18:20:13 GMT -5
Chase considered his pride mollified, and since he wasn't quite close enough to make out that eye roll, he made no comment. He approached at a casual walk to take the offering, turning it over in his hand and giving a momentary sniff before fully accepting it. Then he looked aside at the guy, wondering what in hell he was looking for. "If you can't find your wand, I can light us both," he offered. Really though, what kind of self-respecting wizard couldn't have his wand out in under a second?
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 18:34:42 GMT -5
Ariel glanced up and shrugged as he took out one cig for himself and found the matchbox. "No point in dragging out a wand." He had had too many experiences where he had pulled out his wand to do something and something had happened because of it. He had taken to just doing little things, like lighting a match, by hand. It wasn't long before he had his own lit and had taken a long drag.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 18:47:13 GMT -5
Chase had watched whatever the guy had done with far more interest than he should have. "What was that?" he asked, gesturing toward the little box with the odd looking sticks in it. He was going to have a hell of a time hiding his little Muggle obsession when his affianced arrived, but until then he had no qualms about giving in to his curiosity.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 18:50:39 GMT -5
Ariel raised an eyebrow and glanced up to the guy. "A match," he said, only then realizing that it seemed like those wizards in Britain seemed to be less in contact with the muggle world than even those in Australia were. He tossed the small box to the guy. It rattled lightly in the air. "No reason to pull a wand when you can do it some other way." The less a wand was waved around the better, was Ariel's thoughts on the matter.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Mar 1, 2009 19:02:47 GMT -5
Chase caught the box in his free hand and put the end of the cigarette into his mouth while he looked at it. He'd seen how the box opened, so that was no problem, but the match itself was still an anomaly. He picked one out and slid the box closed. "How's it work?" he asked, looking aside at the guy. He didn't particularly care what the guy thought of his complete lack of knowledge when it came to the little fire sticks, just as long as he'd explain them.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Mar 1, 2009 19:06:57 GMT -5
"Run the red end hard on the black side," Ariel said, leaning back on one hand and looking out over the lake. There were scratch marks from repeated use on the edge of the box so he thought that the guy would be able to figure out which one he meant easily. He didn't look to make sure, though. It was an easy concept to grasp, even if one had never worked a match before in their life.
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