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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 12, 2010 15:16:45 GMT -5
The freest moments of Willow's days were the moments in between classes. After school hours she was busy adjusting to the hectic schedule of trying not only to keep up, but to catch up on the things that she hadn't covered at Beauxbatons. The evenings turned into long sessions of enjoyable studies, sometimes interspersed with getting to see Silver.
No, the moments that Willow held dear were these moments, when the corridor stretched out in front of her, turning into a blur of door, the corridor never ending. The opportunities and worlds seemed endless, a book in her hands as she explored vast worlds and possibilities that lay within the text.
Her mind followed alleys and turns, and if she let it go far enough some days she would swear opening a door in the vast endless spaces of this hallway would in fact lead to another world. She was just cognizant enough to avoid running into other students or walls, but far enough gone that the approach of someone new wouldn't register to her. To interesting were the thoughts on those hallowed pages.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 12, 2010 23:24:54 GMT -5
Xavier grinned when he saw the girl, and he nudged his brother. "Bookworm or butterfly?" he asked. Their last mark hadn't been much fun, but this one would be. He started down the corridor towards her.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 12, 2010 23:25:05 GMT -5
Xander snatched the book out of the girl's hand, smirking. "What are you reading?" he asked. "You look like a girl who secretly reads sex books."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 0:47:15 GMT -5
Abruptly the world of possibilities ended with two rather tall young men in her path, absconding with her book. Willow stopped walking her gaze on two identically mischievous faces, "well I would have thought that the titles would be legible, but since you don't seem to be literate, I will enlighten you." She pointed to the book, "the title is Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks." Although right this moment she wished she had Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul on her hands.
This wasn't the first set of bullies she'd run across in her life, although they usually isolated to individuals, or grew to groups larger than two. In the end she'd have her book back, possibly plus a late arrival to her class. Willow's head tilted to look at them, and an eyebrow hiked up a bit, "and there's nothing wrong with expanding your knowledge on books about sex." It would be a pursuit she would enjoy behind closed doors if she was interested beyond the occasional tale of a romantic meeting between a witch and warlock.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 13, 2010 1:00:07 GMT -5
"We can read, but it's a waste of time," Xander said. He looked through the book, but didn't care enough to read any of it.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 13, 2010 1:00:14 GMT -5
Xavier touched the girl's hair. "Are you an expert on wands too?" he asked, grinning at his brother.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 12:02:09 GMT -5
The blatant disregard that they were showing towards her ideas of fun was rankling. Reading was important for learning, growing, and experiencing life from a new perspective. When one of the boys touched her hair she decided that they really must be experienced in cowing their victims, because no girl liked to have her hair touched without permission. Her eyes narrowed on the boys use of the word wands, and the tone of his voice. It didn't seem as innocuous as a real wand should be. "I pride myself in knowing the history of wands."
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 13, 2010 12:14:41 GMT -5
"We don't care about the history of wands," Xander said. He could see the girl getting upset now and touched her hair too.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 13, 2010 12:14:48 GMT -5
"They need to be polished at least twice a day. Do you know how to polish a wand right?" Xavier asked.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 12:22:03 GMT -5
Willow's eye's rolled when one of the boys said that wands needed to be polished twice a day, and did she know how. She was almost positive of what they were talking about now. She willed herself not to be upset by the fact they were both touching her hair now. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Willow would never give them the satisfaction of answering yes or no to that, because they could gain more fodder.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 13, 2010 12:36:39 GMT -5
"Why is your hair gray?" Xander asked. He was bored of wands already and she wasn't playing along.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 13, 2010 12:36:43 GMT -5
"I like it," Xavier said. He sniffed the girl's hair. "I like how you smell. It makes me hungry." She wasn't reacting enough yet.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 12:42:35 GMT -5
He liked how she smelled? What kind of line was that? "My hair is not grey, it's Silver. And I was born with it. And I wish you would stop smelling it." It wasn't abnormal for people to take note of her hair, but after a lifetime of living with it to hear it called grey was almost an insult to her. She was proud of her hair, took care of it, and she was not going grey with age. She was just gifted with a hair color that wasn't normal.
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Post by Xander Youngblood on Feb 16, 2010 3:15:12 GMT -5
"That an invite to taste?" Xander asked. She was hot he grinned at his brother.
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Post by Xavier Youngblood on Feb 16, 2010 3:15:21 GMT -5
Xavier grined at his brother. "Got a boyfriend?" he asked touching her hair
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