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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 19, 2009 15:50:36 GMT -5
"TAIM and MI," Connor said, "Magical Institute," he clarified. He didn't elaborate on TAIM, unwilling to bring that up right then. "I was only there for a couple of months, though." He had spent all his time either with Vane or with Holly, not that he had had much time to spend. "So where did you go?" he asked, hopefully taking away any possible questions about either school. Besides, hadn't they always said to ask questions about the girl? He felt light heat begin to rise in his neck.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 19, 2009 16:02:24 GMT -5
Melody shrugged, "I was home schooled. Nothing too interesting there." She wasn't really lying by saying that. The place wasn't too interesting but it still had it's small interesting moments. Those though, she wanted to forget about.
"Why did you switch from those schools?" Melody asked. It was more fun to learn about Connor. Realizing though that she might be prying she quickly added, "If you don't mind me asking."
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 19, 2009 20:54:40 GMT -5
"The first one...I'd rather not talk about, but the second just didn't suit me very well. Other than a couple of people I hated it there," Connor said. He didn't really want to talk about either, he would much rather just start over completely new at Hogwarts. "Spencer hated it, too," he added, "He's my friend that's here now." He looked out over the hall and focused on his friend, rather than the old memories.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 19, 2009 22:46:35 GMT -5
Questions flooded through Melody's mind. Why didn't he want to talk about the first school? Had something really horrible happened? But, she knew better than to ask. Instead she nodded along and said, "Well, I guess it's good that you're here now. Are you and Spencer both liking it here so far?" She was glad that Spencer was a guy, and not some girl who would probably be clingy, but she didn't let it show on her face.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 20, 2009 15:32:27 GMT -5
Connor nodded and looked down, away from Melody, at his hands. "Yeah, it's a good place so far. It's getting better all the time," he said, his eyes flickering back up to Melody and smiling. Yes, it did keep getting better as he went along. So far, Melody was the only one that he had talked to other than Vane and a couple of professors. His eyes sparkled beneath his hair and he felt heat rising at his neck and he looked away, reaching up with one hand to rub at the back of his neck.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 20, 2009 22:53:43 GMT -5
Melody had returned the smile then turned to look at her suitcase when Connor looked away the second time. She was deeply flattered and wanted so badly to say something, but didn't do what to say. As much as she was enjoying her time with Connor she didn't really want to lead him on quite yet. She was pretty sure she was attracted to him, how could she not be? But she wasn't positive yet.
"Well, at this rate I guess you'll be having a really great year." She finally said bringng her gaze back to Connor. Her words could be taken any way he translated them which made it easy to say.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 21, 2009 23:42:06 GMT -5
Connor felt his lips curve up in another smile and he looked over at Melody. "Yeah, it looks that way." Was this really happening? A week in a new school and this was happening? Again? His eyes, beneath the cover of his hair, traced the lines of her face and neck and...and then he brought them back up to her hairline, that amazing hair that he didn't think he had ever seen anything like before.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 22, 2009 18:01:20 GMT -5
Melody seemed to know when a person was staring at her hair. After many years of unwanted gawking she developed that sixth sense of it. So she chuckled when she felt his gaze land on her hair. With a lock of red in her hand she joked, "I don't know why I'm called a redhead. For the most part it's orange. Although I don't think orange head sounds as appealing." She smiled and let te hair go, falling smoothly until it grazed her shoulder and rested next to her back.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 22, 2009 18:29:10 GMT -5
Connor's eyes tailed that lock of hair and it was only with great effort that he brought his eyes up to Melody's. "I like your hair, it's beautiful," he said, "Just like your name." Then his eyes dropped and heat stole up the back of his neck and stretched toward his ears. She did have a beautiful name, and a beautiful face, and beautiful hair, and beautiful...he stopped his thoughts there.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 22, 2009 18:36:42 GMT -5
Melody blushed at the flattery. It wasn't uncommen to get compliments but she had never quite gotten used to them. "Thank you," She said then paused. She wanted to joke and say that or having a name called Melody she couldn't even carry a tune. But, she wanted to focusto be off of her for a bit.
So, easing up the mood she changed the subject by saying, "So Connor, what types of things do you like to do? Like hobbies and whatnot." Melody looked back at him, trying to read his facial expression yet failing since his hair was in the way.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 22, 2009 19:04:21 GMT -5
Connor shrugged, "I like quidditch, cards, any kind of game, really." He loved playing games, even if most of the people he knew had kind of grown out of that phase yet. "That's pretty much it, my brother used to tease that I was still in the mindset of a first year," he said, grinning up at Melody. He hoped she didn't think less of him for his likes. "What about you?"
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 22, 2009 19:21:41 GMT -5
Melody made a mental note to ask abouthis brother another time, family members were always a good topic for conversations sometimes. "Well, if you are in the mindset of a first year than I suppose I am too, I could never turn down a good game. Besides that, I used to paint but it's been on hold for a while." She shrugged, hiding the fact that she wanted to paint so badly! She wanted to splatter paint onto a large canvas and watch while it runs down to the floor, she wanted to but knew she couldn't.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 22, 2009 19:28:59 GMT -5
"I can see you painting," Connor said, nodding. He could see her with her hair up in a bandanna and wearing an old paint-splattered t-shirt tied up high on her stomach and ratty spotted jeans riding low. He could see a speck of paint against the smooth skin of her stomach. He could see the stone floor between his feet from where he had pulled his eyes away from her for his own safety.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Mar 22, 2009 23:04:11 GMT -5
Melody chuckled, "Me in spotted scrubs and an overly large t-shirt covering up a normal shirt with paint in my hair? Somehow I think that's an image I don't want you to see." She smiled teasingly. Only one person had ever actually seen her paint before. She had remembered feeling so self aware since he was the one posing and she was the one painting. Was she using too big of strokes? What if he got offended by the coloring she used. Of course, looking back to it, Melody realized she worried over nothing. It had turned out to be her favorite painting ever.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 23, 2009 12:20:36 GMT -5
Connor grinned and looked up again as he forcibly ignored the uncomfortable burning low in his abdomen he hadn't quite had the chance to get used to yet. "I don't know, I think you'd look good in anything. That's not really the picture I had in mind, though," he said. He could imagine the picture she had described, but he liked his own mental image much better.
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