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Post by Madison Foster on Aug 31, 2009 21:10:20 GMT -5
It was the start of a new school year, and Madison always hated the first day. You never had the chance to get used to the new year before you landed in boring classes that you hadn't figured out how to distract yourself from and not get caught. So far Madison had found a handful of classes that she was interested in, but another handful that she wished she wasn't enrolled in.
Sighing to herself Madison sat down cross-legged on the lawns overlooking the lakes. Her blonde hair glinted in the late afternoon sunlight, and her green indie style tee fit snugly, her jeans reflecting colors of the lake itself. She pulled out her guitar bag reversing the Reducio she'd cast in Charms class today.
A small satisfied smile curled over her lips as her guitar fit like a lover into her hand. She'd always laughed when her father described guitars like lovers, but carried the thoughts of it with her, always treating the instrument like an extension of herself. She softly hummed to herself, thinking of first days, laughter, whatever she was feeling translated into what her fingers began to play. She smiled to herself as one of her favorite muggle bands, Howie Day's song Collide started to play on her guitar.
Usually upbeat and perky she surprised herself with this pensive selection of song. Soft, quizzical, wondering what life would be like not only at a new school, but in a new country. Madison remembered the first time her father had sung this for her. She closed her eyes as she sang softly and rocked in tune with the notes falling from her guitar strings.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 1, 2009 23:15:59 GMT -5
For the first time in a full year, Dare hadn't been looking forward to the lunch hour. He'd gone into the Great Hall anyway, and as usual, he'd grabbed what he wanted to eat and headed out, through the school and across the lawns toward the lake. But Michael wouldn't be there, and Markise was avoiding him again. And considering the last time they'd spoken, Dare didn't feel a need to seek him out.
He wasn't anywhere near his and Michael's spot when he stopped, lifting his head slightly. He could hear a guitar somewhere. And he recognized the song.
Dare stood for some long moments, debating. He didn't seek out company, and generally didn't approach people. He didn't have much interest in people, and had few close friends because of it. Fewer and fewer as time went on. His jaw tightened a moment with the thought, and he stood a heartbeat longer before turning toward the sound.
He didn't recognize the girl playing, and with her eyes closed, a warning bell or two went off for him. He cleared his throat to announce his presence rather than outright interrupting, and debated walking on all the same.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 2, 2009 8:46:48 GMT -5
It took a moment for Madison to realize that someone was there waiting for her to respond to something. Slowly almost hesitantly she put her hand against the guitar to stop the music as it was playing. You couldn't talk to anyone while you were playing the guitar. Her eyes gradually opened and Madison saw a boy standing there with purple hair and a lip ring, a small smile spread across her face, now if this face didn't look friendly she didn't know what did. After all since she'd been in England she'd seen alot of people that looked like the sticks up their butts needed to be removed, but far to few people that looked like they lived on the edge of the world. "Hello," she said as she assessed the boy more.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 2, 2009 17:50:03 GMT -5
"Hey," Dare said, assessing the girl right back. Who had he seen in the past year and some-odd months that looked any kind of Indie except him, and his brother and friends? Aside from the clubs, no one. He hadn't seen anyone with a guitar, either. And she was smiling at him. Maybe he shouldn't have been a little confused by that, but he was. He glanced aside, then back at the girl, his head tilting slightly. "Where're you from?" he asked. If it came off as rude, he didn't particularly care. She couldn't have been here last year.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 2, 2009 17:59:13 GMT -5
Madison grin widened as she set her guitar aside, "not here." Spreading her arm out she flung it in the direction of America. "I'm from Alaska." She cocked her head to the side sounding out the accent of the boy standing next to her. "If I had to guess, you're not from around here either. Maybe you're from America as well?" It wasn't really a question, the accent wasn't European, it was American, but from where she wasn't certain.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 2, 2009 18:03:56 GMT -5
"Used to be," Dare said. "Now I'm from Diagon Alley." Michael had no interest in moving to the U.S. and there wasn't anything for him in California, so why hold on? They could visit once in a while, go on holiday there some time, and he'd be perfectly happy. "What brought you out here? If you don't mind me asking," he threw in as an afterthought.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 2, 2009 18:06:44 GMT -5
Madison shrugged, "both of my parent's are muggles. They decided that it would be a good experience for me to go someplace older than home, someplace that was steeped in magic." A nice laugh escaped Madison's lips, "my parent's have always believed in being one hundred percent true to who you are, and that didn't change when they found out I was a witch."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 2, 2009 19:15:09 GMT -5
Dare nodded his head slightly at that. "You're lucky," he said. "A lot of parents freak when they find out their kids are different." Dare's stomach was beginning to protest his ignoring the lunch he'd grabbed, and to be honest, he didn't like hovering over people by this much; the girl was sitting, for chrissake. "You mind?" he asked, gesturing to the grass across from her.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 2, 2009 19:58:22 GMT -5
Madison shook her head, "not at all. Please sit, rude of me not to ask you yet anyways." Settling a hand on her guitar, her fingers unconsciously stroked at the strands of the guitar. "My name is Madison. Madison Foster. And I suppose I would say that I'm lucky, my parent's are what I would classify as hippies though." Teenagers in the sixties and seventies, her parents had conceived her late in life and she was the object of all of their affections, but not in a way that wouldn't keep them together. She'd always known that her parents loved each other more than they loved her, but it seemed right that way. One day she would move on and create her own life, and they would still have each other.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2009 19:32:32 GMT -5
Dare nodded lightly as he took a seat, folding his long limbs to sit cross-legged half facing Madison. "I'm Dare," he said, settling himself enough to tug the strap of his bookbag off over his head. "Alasdair Blackwood-Hardt, but hardly anyone calls me that." He set his bookbag aside, then eyed Madison's guitar a moment before getting out his lunch. "Have you eaten?" he asked, gesturing with a swiped sandwich.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 4, 2009 19:37:54 GMT -5
Madison nodded,"yeah, I ate earlier. It's really crowded in the dining rooms, so I thought I'd come out here and play for a while." Gesturing to her guitar she asked, "do you play?" Lunch had been a bit difficult for her, since she was used to America foods, British foods were different to say the very least.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2009 20:53:11 GMT -5
Dare's heart swelled at the question, and his smile as he answered an almost sheepish yeah. "I didn't for the last couple years," he explained. "I just picked it up again in July." Michael had taken a chance, a leap of faith, and bought him a guitar as a wedding gift, and he hadn't been able to refuse her. Lorelei. He'd named her almost immediately, and every time he played, he was that much more at peace with things.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 4, 2009 22:38:04 GMT -5
Madison picked up her guitar, the admission almost a permission to continue playing. She settled into a nice plucking pace, a soft sound. "Mind if I play a bit while we talk and eat. I like the feel, even if I'm not doing any serious practice." Madison listened to the guitar strings for a moment, "who's your favorite band? I have to say that I'm a fan currently of Panic at the Disco." She'd only heard recently that they were a wizarding band, and not just a muggle band.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2009 0:13:49 GMT -5
"They kick ass," Dare said, nodding slightly at Madison's question. He turned his sandwich over in his hand a moment. "Had you heard that Ryan Ross and Jon Walker left? Just since July. They're calling themselves The Young Veins and Panic at the Disco's down to Brendon and Spencer." He thought that was pretty depressing, especially considering Ryan was the lyrics man.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 8, 2009 8:10:27 GMT -5
Madison's fingers stilled on the guitar, "no way. Why would they do that, that had such a good thing going for them too." A shame, since most bands that split were never the same, and never lasted very much longer as a split entity. It was the nature of the business, you only got once chance in the industry, after that, well you were last weeks news.
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