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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 22:58:12 GMT -5
A table sounded appropriate, she thought, and perhaps a bit more comfortable, "lead on. The professors have given me the day off, to catch up on my classes." So it wasn't getting to read her books, like she had hoped, but if she had the chance to get to work on potions work, then she was just as happy. At least it was better than coming to the library only to be completely distracted by the people she met, unable to actually get constructive work done.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 0:55:19 GMT -5
"Catch up?" Dare repeated, tucking the potions book under his arm with the ones he'd scooped up off the floor. "Just transfer in?" He didn't recognize her, but that wasn't anything to wonder about. Some people kept to themselves, and new students arrived all the time, so he didn't delude himself into thinking he knew everyone. He knew how easily recognizable he was and actually enjoyed the notoriety now and then, so he erred on the side of her being new, and probably not British, despite whatever accent she had. Brits seemed to think he was insane, Michael included. His lips curved with the thought.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 10:49:02 GMT -5
She wished that it was just a simple transfer, it would have been easier to catch up, because none of the instructors expected you to have a valid background. At least a few of the instructors here knew she had a background at Hogwarts, and expected it to shine through, and catch her up like some prodigy child. She was smart, but she was no Hermione Granger. "Kind of. I just transferred back from Beauxbatons, I was part of an exchange program. Although my exchange was almost three years long instead of the standard one." She shrugged, "I wanted to make sure that I graduated from Hogwarts though, and I needed to catch up, so I pleaded with the Headmistress to let me in mid-year."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 11:13:45 GMT -5
Dare made a face at that. "Catching up is hell," he observed. "I'm still not caught up on Charms and I've been here almost two years now." Had it really been that long? It was hard to imagine, though it was harder to imagine that two years ago he'd been at SWIM, singing raucously and playing guitar for a group of friends in the courtyard. "It's got to be crazy being back after that long." Aside from Markise and Brindle, where were his friends now? Where would they be in a year? It was a lot to wonder about.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 11:36:14 GMT -5
Crazy might be an understatement, Willow thought. "The school works not so bad. Beauxbatons and Hogwarts teaching isn't so far apart. I have a lot of small assignments to get caught up, but they aren't hard." She shook her head, "the worst part is that almost everyone here seems new. Most of my friends from before aren't interested in talking to me, or aren't here any longer. So I get to make friends all over again, while trying to do my homework." She grinned up at the boy at the irony. "Who knew, making friends was harder than studying for NEWTS."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 11:53:34 GMT -5
"Tell me about it," Dare said, returning the girl's smile with a boyishly crooked one of his own. "People come and go here like it's a hotel, and the drama's enough to give the Daily Prophet raptures." Not that he read it, but every time a new gossip column came out, there was some massive reaction he couldn't miss. Dare tossed his head lightly, sending his fringe flipping momentarily back from his face, though it slid back into place a moment later. "How long have you been back?" he asked.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 12:00:54 GMT -5
She shook her head, watching the fall of the hair into his face, and finding herself entertained. "About two weeks." She couldn't help the smile she had on her face as it inched a bit more, the boy really was entertaining, and nice. The last conversation she'd had in the library had been full of coarse language and short bitter remarks, the one before that, well she was all for advocating the rights of the maligned, but when the majority of the conversation revolved around how much she didn't get it, it became less interesting as a whole.
"I've met a rather odd assortment of people since then too. Although I have to say, there's only been one other person that I met as," she chuckled to herself a moment, her eyes dancing with laughter, "excuse me, stable as you appear to be. I've met a couple angry girls, some bullies, a kid with a massive potty mouth, and one that was covered in rainbows. Although he is the next on the short normal list as well." He'd at least been nice, and she'd been able to understand why he was upset.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 12:10:52 GMT -5
Dare gave a poorly smothered chuckle at her description, his mind especially sticking on the phrase, potty mouth. He glanced around to be sure the librarian hadn't caught him, then looked back at the girl with laughing eyes. He tossed his head again, to the same effect as last time and lowered his voice, just in case. "What's a potty mouth?" he asked, unable to resist. The bit about him being stable could go by-the-by.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 12:23:06 GMT -5
Chagrin overcame Willow as she realize she'd used the word potty, but she obligingly lowered her voice, "when I went to wake him off the couch, every other word out of his mouth was eff you, or eff this. It was dirty, just like the loo." She nodded, but couldn't help the small blush that crawled across her face for the use of the word potty. She shook her head, a few strands of hair dislodging from her ponytail to hang across the slender length of her neck. "I just remember, aside from the boat party my third year, everyone being a lot less..well just less" she said, with a small grin. Everything seemed more now, but maybe it was because she wasn't as little and she noticed more things now.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 12:48:26 GMT -5
Dare had chuckled again at her explanation, but his eyes didn't hold a hint of censure. It was all hilarious, in a quirky kind of way that he could appreciate. He could appreciate that blush too, and the hair that his gaze followed for a moment before resuming the polite level of her eyes. He'd love to draw her, and the last time anyone had actually sat for a portrait for him had been Michael in Paris. He tried not to think too hard on that.
Her mention of the boat party sobered him, and his smile faded. "I wasn't here then," he said, pointing out the obvious. "I know some of the survivors, though. I think if you weren't seeing the drama, it was just hidden better or something, because from what I've heard, it was all there." And his Michael had a place in history more for what he'd done than for the epiphany that had changed him.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 12:57:56 GMT -5
Willow chuckled, "that's entirely possible. I was only thirteen when it happened, I will admit to not being as cognizant of the world around me." She gestured at her books that he was politely carrying for her, "you think I'm a bookwork now? When I was thirteen you'd have been lucky to see me out of the library at all." She tried not to remember what had changed her, but it was hard not to. "I left the summer afterward for France."
"I changed a lot when I left," she shook the memories and thoughts away for a moment, and turned her eyes still a bit haunted despite her efforts to forget, "for the better. When I came back here, I suppose I expected to see it the way I saw it when I was littler. It's hard to come home, after so many years, and not have everything be the way you left it. Almost like when you're favorite childhood toy vanishes."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 13:52:48 GMT -5
Dare nodded, but the heretofore near-constant humor in his eyes had faded into thought and introspection. He'd never really thought about things changing back home. It was still impossible no to think of it as home, despite the home he had on Diagon Alley with Michael. He knew he'd changed and Hogwarts had changed, and SWIM had to have changed when Markise came out.
When they reached the study tables, Dare stopped and set down the books he'd been carrying for the girl, sliding Anthropomorphism Potions off the stack. He was quiet as he turned to pull the strap of his book bag off over his head, and when he glanced up to see the look in her eyes, he forced himself away from his solitary thoughts.
"So, what are you studying for?" he asked, nodding toward the stack. "Everything?" It was a light tease, but hopefully enough to bring both their thoughts around. Hard times were great for commiserating, but not so great for easy conversation.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 14:00:04 GMT -5
The ability to know everything was a wish of hers, but barring that, she'd study for just about everything she could get her hands on. "Maybe." She slid into a chair, "I want to work as a magical archeologist, so I can't ever seem to get my hands on enough books. But today, I was just hoping to do some light reading," her eyes danced again with humor. "On a studying day I might double this stack easily." She knew that most people wouldn't take her four books, and the one she hadn't gotten yet, and think of it as light reading, but when you were entranced with the written word it was easy to forget you were supposed to take your time reading it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 17, 2010 14:17:44 GMT -5
Dare's lips quirked, and he nodded his understanding even if he'd never been a voracious reader himself. Silver's library card had needed replaced periodically from wear, and though his own had only faded in color, he could still see the piles of books that had decorated his brother's room.
"Do you do anything outside reading?" he asked. "Not that reading's not a full-time job, or a calling, a lifestyle choice or something," he teased, grinning. He sat down and slid back a bit to lounge in the chair, one long leg stretching beneath the table to rest his foot on the rung of one of the chairs.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 14:25:34 GMT -5
Willow grinned as she thought of something quiet comical, "do you want my dossier?" She put her hand under her chin and tapped her lip in thought for a moment, a barely repressed chuckle escaping. "I enjoy long walks near the lake, pumpkin pasties, and discussions that last late into to night." Willow allowed her eyes to lower as she tried to reign in how corny it felt to say that, but couldn't help that she thought it was funny. However, she knew that she couldn't look him straight in the eyes, because her own would betray how much of a tease she was making.
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