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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 20:23:25 GMT -5
Nova stopped just inside the massive doors, shivering even beneath her heavy cloak and mismatched winter garb. Maybe Hogwarts had been a mistake. It was damn cold. Damn cold. There was snow outside that looked like it had been there since the holidays. But she had had to get away from Tristan. And Julien. And it was best not to think about the handsome boys she had met only once by the fountain. Of course, she had heard that Kane was here, too, something that had made her cringe, but the school had a good reputation.
This school with the good reputation was even larger than her previous two combined, something which was daunting when she had just barely learned how to get from class to class at TAIM. But she was here. For a new start. Another new start. "I can do this," she muttered through still chattering teeth.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 29, 2012 20:52:05 GMT -5
Indigo didn't even notice the girl as he passed her, though he managed to step around her with the fraction of his mind still devoted to peripheral vision. He was staring at a black leather notebook held open with his left thumb, and absently sucking at the end of a sugar quill in his left hand. He stopped at the wall almost directly beside her though, and pressing his book against it, began scribbling away.
...so do i lose my integrity doing it their way? should i close the metaphorical shop and go along? where is the line between conformity and wisdom?
Yeah, that sounded good.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 21:00:23 GMT -5
Well that was an interesting first student to see. Nova wasn't entirely sure that anyone at her first school had looked like that. Sure, there had been a handful that had tried out the style, but no one enjoyed seeing gothopotamuses wandering around the campus. She hadn't been at her second school long enough to see. "Hey, you know if it's always this cold here?" she asked. Oh yes, starting out with the weather. This school was promising.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 29, 2012 21:17:54 GMT -5
Indigo looked up from his blog journal, a reflexive reaction to being directly addressed that he would have stopped if he'd been thinking. Instead, he was blasted by pale blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, and cold-flushed cheeks. He blinked a couple times and dropped his gaze, nearly dropping his journal as well. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I mean, no. Yeah, I know, and it's not. 'Cause it's winter and everything." This was why he'd never have a real girlfriend.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 21:20:56 GMT -5
Nova's eyebrows raised, almost disappearing into her toboggan. "So it's only freezing in the winter, right?" she clarified. The thought flitted across her mind that it was strange to meet another American so soon, and wondered briefly how many there were. A feeling of silent horror washed over her as she debated the chance someone from one of her old schools might be here.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 29, 2012 21:34:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, it'll warm up in spring," Indigo said. He eyed his journal, hoping the ink hadn't smeared when he'd closed it, then telling himself he should be saying something intelligent. His mind went completely blank at that for a moment, then resumed thought with self-directed swearing. "Not into the cold?" he asked. Good one.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 21:40:01 GMT -5
Oh he was smooth. "Dude, I'm from Georgia. It doesn't get cold there," Nova said. "Where are you from? I mean, you're obviously no Brit." She didn't recognize him, which meant he was probably safe. And while she typically at least attempted to be polite, she was still cold to the bone and was positive it would never go away.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 29, 2012 21:52:52 GMT -5
Indigo looked up from his journal, all but gaping at the girl. "Well, how was I supposed to know?" Like he could tell where every accent was from? "If you hate the cold so much, stop standing by the doors." He clamped his teeth lightly around his sugar quill to hike his bag back onto his shoulder, then took half a step back, ready to walk away.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 22:00:37 GMT -5
Nova cursed softly under her breath and stepped away. "I wasn't trying to be a smart-ass or something," she said. "This is my second new school in a year." This time definitely needed to go better than her last one. "And my last one was on the other coast of the states." There was a huge time difference, as well, that she was sure was not conductive to a good mood.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 29, 2012 22:49:24 GMT -5
Indigo wasn't used to people talking to him, and wasn't entirely certain what to do about it. The last time he'd been any kind of social had been over a year ago back home, and he'd known everyone there since first year. "Sorry, I guess," he managed.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 22:56:39 GMT -5
Nova shrugged, "Unless you made it snow you don't have anything to say sorry for. Are there a lot of Americans here?" She took a few steps further away from the door, wondering just how far into the castle it was necessary to venture in order to get warm. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself beneath the cloak.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 29, 2012 23:54:50 GMT -5
Indigo gave a lazy half-shrug. "Seems like it," he said. "I don't talk to them or anything." He shuffled a foot lightly against the stone floor. "Transfiguration professor's American, but not like everyone has heavy accents anyway. Worst one's the Mythology professor, but she's never in class anyway." It was bizarre having a school where more students went to class every day than professors.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 29, 2012 23:57:56 GMT -5
"Well, as long as none of them are from either of my old schools, I guess it's nice to have some here," Nova said. She was silent for a few moments, but was unwilling to give up talking to the first person she met. "What were you so interested in earlier?" For the guy to not have even noticed her it must have been important.
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Post by Indigo Noble on Jan 30, 2012 1:19:19 GMT -5
"What? Nothing," Indigo corrected himself. He was still holding his journal and quill in one hand, and he opened the messenger bag at his hip to tuck them inside. "Just writing, you know?" Probably not. A lot of people wrote, but it seemed like even more people didn't see a point in it. This girl seemed too talkative and too extroverted for him to picture her writing just for the fun of it.
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Post by Nova Shover on Jan 30, 2012 17:19:43 GMT -5
Nova shrugged, "Whatever gets you off. Never got into writing, I'm more of a physical girl." Not that it looked like she would get to see the ocean again any time soon. Did this side of the ocean even have good beaches? A shiver that wasn't from the cold shot through her as she considered the possibility of never surfing again.
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