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Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jul 13, 2009 16:04:17 GMT -5
Bright sunlight beat down on the lakes surface casting a reflective gleam across its width. Not to far from the shore under the shady bows of a large tree Rory sat surrounded by a group of delighted first years. She was passing some time on a free period entertaining the younger students. Taking it in turn to morph her hair to resemble the color and style of each of them, even the boys.
She could be, actually should be, studying for her owls which would be coming up at the end of the year. That was such a long way off though and it was such a nice day. Her first choice would have been to be out on the pitch practicing, and she would have if it hadn't already been reserved at this time by the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. She'd tried to find Al to see what mischief they could reek in an hours time, but handn't had any luck in locating him.
Running short on hair do's, she moved on to altering her face in some rather silly ways. Flattening her nose to near pancake flatness she crossed her eyes to look at it and grinned as the kids burst out laughing. When the mirth died from that she righted it and then stretched her ear lobes to her shoulders instead.
She was always careful to undo one oddity before toying with another when she played around like this. Still young and developing her ability, it wasn't always easy to correct something once she changed it. She felt it would be best if she didn't end up roaming around the school looking like a 'total' freak.
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Post by soren on Jul 17, 2009 19:02:09 GMT -5
"Soren, heads up!" "What? Ah, no--oof!"
A mass of black robes trimmed in red caught Soren off his guard as it came hurtling through the air at his face. He landed on his side, his head smacking painfully against the ground, ears tickled by the grass. He struggled into a sitting position, shoving the heavy body off of him. "Wha' in the bloody hell yah doo tha' for then?" He glared, words coming out accented. His friend Ryan, also a seventh year Gryffindor, grinned, then picked himself off the ground. "Dunno, Ireland," he teased, hauling Soren to his feet. "You looked like you needed a flying tackle. I was more than happy to oblige." Soren glared, but it didn't take long for him to grin back. His friends were crazy, what could he say? He shoved Ryan back as hard he could, making his trip and fall on his butt. "And while you're down there, pick up my books," Soren laughed.
Together Soren and Ryan made their way about the grounds, having just gotten out of their last block class and not stopping to take the time to change out of their robes. They talked and joked a while about nothing in particular, picking up other Gryffindors along the way. Soon their duo swelled to include a few more of their friends, relaxing about the grounds after class. Just then Ryan looked up and over at the lake, no doubt some prank or another on his mind (one that would end in Soren becoming soaked.) Fortunately, he was not able to execute said prank. Though his eye was caught by a familiar face, and, nudging Soren's elbow with his own, pointed. "Lookie there, Ren," Ryan laughed, "it's your little girlfriend! She's a little young for you, ain't she? So desperate you've taken to robbing the cradle?" "Oi, shut it," Soren muttered. "She a friend from Quidditch, alright? And--" "Yeah, but are you or are you not currently going out with Rory Blake?" Ryan interrupted. Soren blushed.
"She's nearly sixteen," he insisted, but when the others continued to heckle him, Soren found himself getting a little peeved. He got up and walked over to her, ignoring his friends as they laughed. "Er, hey Rory," he smiled as the laughter died down, and his seventh year friends returned to their conversation. Soren shooed away the first years and took a seat next to her, his confidence returning. He grinned easily at her now, then took a moment to set his books down beside him. "So you were brilliant at practice the other day," he said, stretching to lay on his back. He wanted to be able to talk to her outside the pitch, and he figured talking about Quidditch would get the ball rolling. |
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Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jul 17, 2009 20:52:16 GMT -5
Rory had noticed the group coming, how could you not with the racket they were making? She could also make out bits of some of the ribbings and jokes they kept hurling at him. It didn't bother her though, in fact if anything she felt rather guilty that he had to endure their taunts and at the same time warmed that he was willing to do so for her. Willing her earlobes to their proper place as she saw Soren split from the group and head over to her, she smiled. Merlin he was handsome..
"hey.."
She watched as he stretched out in contentment and felt herself relax along with him.. she'd been finding it easier with each time she saw him to get past the nerves that had assaulted her the day she'd asked him out. So when he spoke, complimenting her on her practice a wide grin touched her face...
" Thanks.. I do have a pretty awesome captain.... so that really helps. "
For lack of something better to do with her hands she plucked a small flower from the grass and fiddled with it between her fingers.
" Your day going pretty good so far? "
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Post by soren on Jul 17, 2009 21:33:08 GMT -5
Soren squinted his eyes. The sun was directly on his face and it was making his eyes water, so turning on his side, he faced Rory and shielded his eyes with his hand. He found himself not caring at all about the fact she was in her fifth year and he in his seventh (though his friends didn't mind pointing it out). He smiled when Rory seemed relax, preferring this attitude to the one that plagued her back in the common room. She had been uncharacteristically nervous then, and that surprised Soren. Rory was always confident and perhaps stubborn, but she lived and breathed Quidditch, much like he did. Soren supposed he admired her tenacity and unwillingness to give up, though sometimes they may have butted heads because of it. Soren could remember a particular practice when they had gotten into a row over some tactic or other, how to properly execute a Wronski Feint properly or something. Either way, it had drawn enough attention as to hold up the rest of the team.
Soren grinned a the memory. "Thanks. I do have a pretty awesome captain.... so that really helps." Soren looked up at her, his smile widening. Was she flirting with him? That was something Soren was unaccustomed to, familiar instead with the tomboy Rory. "Thanks," Soren said softly, perhaps a tinge of red rising around his ears. It was a good thing his hair covered them, or that might be embarrassing...
A comfortably silence blanketed them while Rory picked a small flower. Soren watched her hands, noticing for the first time that despite being strong from Quidditch, they were still feminine. Another blush rose up--this was weird for him. Since when did this 'pity date' turn into anything... substantial?
"Your day going pretty good so far?"
Soren was again dragged from his thoughts, but in a good way. "Mmm," he considered, "not really. I've still got a load of potions work that needs to be done. NEWT level potions is one of the most useless classes." He rolled his eyes, frustrated that he was already failing potions, after only a week in. "It's not as if I'm going to need it later in my life or something. Thanks to Seamus," he added, referring to his father by his first name and laughing, "I can hardly get through the first few ingredients before something explodes in my face."
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Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jul 17, 2009 22:37:34 GMT -5
When Soren laughed while telling about his bad luck with potions Rory couldn't help but chuckle a little as well. Not that she thought it funny, his having things explode in his face all the time...rather his own laughter was just, sort of contagious. She thought for a moment on his troubles with Quidditch though in the end frowned just a little...
" I'm not to bad in potions my self.. of course that doesn't do you much good seeing as your two years ahead of me. "
She lapsed into silence again, taking in his eyes and their surrounding features as he had turned to his side and was watching her. The afternoon's sun was spilling down fountains of golden light on the grounds. The sheet of light that must have been irritating his eyes to make him flip to his side, now tossed highlights across the edge of some stray hairs and drew her attention to them. Man she had an impulse to smooth those fly away strands... after a moment of thought she shrugged mentally. Why not, they were dating after all...
Reaching out with her hand she brushed the strands back and gently tucked them behind his ear with a pleased grin before dropping her hand to fiddle with the flower again. A light sigh escaped her.. the flower was getting sort of old pretty darn fast... sitting and doing one activity for any length of time really tended to get to her after awhile. Just for the purpose of doing something different, she shifted her position from sitting to laying on her stomach, her face less than a foot from Soren's own. Her elbows were propped beneath her as she chucked the flower absently to the side and began her absent minded ritual of eying her finger nails as she changed them from one random and vivid hue and pattern to another.
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Post by soren on Jul 17, 2009 23:15:21 GMT -5
Soren nodded. It's true, though Rory may be good at potions, what good was that going to do him? Of course, maybe he's just got the basics wrong, and maybe if he could fix that... nah. Even if he did learn, he wouldn't care enough to continue. More than once this week he even considered dropping the class.
The sun was starting to sink. It splashed on Rory's face and lit up her red hair brilliantly, so that it sort of glowed auburn and gold. He watched silently as Rory leaned over, smiled when she tucked his hair behind his ear. He'd have to get used to that. They were dating, and so this wasn't really supposed to be weird, but Soren was still having trouble shaking the stereotypical beater persona from his opinion of her. Though he didn't mind in the slightest finding out that new personality.
Rory settled into the grass, stretching out onto her stomach. Her face was close and Soren could see every eyelash that framed her gray eyes. "So," he said quietly, fascinated by the way she changed the colors and patterns of her fingernails, "as you tutoring me in potions is out, and I'd say we're both getting kind of bored, how about we take a walk? It's still light out and I, for one, can't sit still for very long." He smiled. He was constantly in motion during Quidditch practice, never resting, never standing or flying still.
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Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jul 18, 2009 16:41:11 GMT -5
Her eyes lifted from her her random attacks on her fingernails and she gave a wide grin as he mentioned the idea of a walk. Getting up and moving, the idea was more appealing than he could imagine.
" You've pretty much read my mind."
After standing up and giving her robes an an quick brushing off, she turned to walk down to the lakes shore. Grabbing a few pebbles from the bank she walked a few steps before pulling her arm back with a pebble clutched in her fingers. With the skill of one who'd played the roll of beater for some time she let her arm swing forward in an arch that sent the pebble skipping a good for times before plunking into the lakes depths. Each time the pebble had connected with the lake it had left a ring of ripples in its wake. They shifted the water and caught the suns late evening rays in a very eye catching way. She noticed a ripple break the pattern on one of the rings and smirked. The giant squid, whom seemed partial and rather friendly towards the children of the school, happened to be nearby. Grinning in a knowing way she looked up at Soren for a minute..
" Hey, watch this..."
Turning back to the lake she let loose a whistle and then chucked another stone towards the disturbed ring . The stone skipped three times across the water and was headed in an arch for a forth skip when a tentacle shot up to grab it from the air. It wrapped around the stone and flung it so that it managed a set of clumsy skips on the water before thumping on the shore at her feet. She chuckled and reached down to recollect the stone.
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Post by soren on Jul 19, 2009 13:05:17 GMT -5
Soren grinned and also rose to his feet, following Rory as she paralleled the shore. Catching up with her, he walked silently at her side, and when she stopped, so did he. Her request, "Hey watch this..." gave him pause, and he turned to face the lake.
She was skipping stones ans soon Soren had taken to doing the same thing. He wasn't quite so good at angling them and could normally only get a could of skips out of them, save the one time he got four. As he searched the ground for round, flat rocks, Rory again brought his attention to the lake. She cocked her hand back and let loose another pebble, this time intercepted by a tentacle that belonged to none other than the giant squid. Soren smiled in a wide grin as the pebble was bounced back to Rory, like a game of back and forth. Again, however, Soren grew bored of skipping rocks, and cast around his mind for something to do.
Not one for deep, stimulating conversation, or of talking of personal things, Soren figured Rory was most likely the same way. It bored him, secrets and talking of one's feelings, because frankly, it wasn't exciting. Plus, he always got uncomfortable when girls talked like that to him; it was mostly likely a big part of the reasons why he could never keep a girlfriend. They always wanted to talk, he never cared to listen.
Maybe he was a jerk because of that, but it kept him happier in the long run. He wasn't ever bogged down with a sense of guilt of ill-will towards another if he knew a secret about them they didn't want him to know. Anytime someone (usually his mate Ryan) wanted to gossip or something, Soren would just as easily change the subject. The less he knew (or cared) about the personal lives of the people around him, the more he could focus on the things he wanted to accomplish. His school work, for one (Soren did honestly care about becoming a better wizard... just minus the potions part), and of course Quidditch. His friends often grew tired of Soren relating to them the most recent match between America's Fitchburg Finches from Massachusetts, and Texas' Sweetwater All-Stars. They didn't care to hear of Quidditch from around the world, or, more bluntly, to hear of it again and again from Soren. But what could he say? He was addicted.
But Soren considered this. Maybe he should tone it down, just a little, so that he didn't end up sounding like one-track minded broken record. So, attempting to start another conversation, Soren threw another pebble half-heartedly and chose his words carefully. "How is it you do that thing.. you know, with your hair and eyes and nails?" He reffered to her metamorphmagic abilities. |
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Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jul 20, 2009 15:20:21 GMT -5
Glaceing up at Soren as he mentioned her abilities she shrugged a bit.
" I'm a metamorphmagi, I got it from my mother. Jale and Laney can't do it though, just our mum and I. It's suppose to be really rare, you've got to be born with it. "
Her brow wrinkled as she realized he may not have been asking why she was able to but rather how she got the changes to happen. It wasn't the first time she'd ever been asked to explain. And it wasn't like she minded doing so. Her abilities weren't something she was prone to be ashamed of, they were a part of what made her who she was. Now the little tid-bit about her eyes.. that was a fact she'd rather liked to have kept under wraps. Unfortunately it was also the part most people tended to figure out for themselves if they were around her long enough. Not that anyone had every color pegged to its mood.. well.. except Al maybe, he had it down pretty good.
" Most of it I just sort of will to happen you know?..'
She was quite for a few moments, searching for words to express what she was trying to say.
" I just focus on what I want a certain thing to do and it changes, ...shifts to fit the image in my head as best it can... "
She blushed a bit recalling the last time one of her personal experiments had back fired on her. She'd willed her eyes so crossed while joking around, that the two had flooded into one and she'd found herself a cyclops for the day. At least until till her mother had gotten home and helped talk her through getting in the right mind set to undo the damage.. Her dad had tried to fix it with a spell, but Rory's abilities were a different breed of magic, they couldn't be undone with a wand. It was ages before Al ever let her live that one down.
" Things don't always go the way I plan though... it's hard getting it right some times, I think it has to do with age.. seems like the older I get the easier it is to control it.."
She scrunched up her nose in distaste at her next thought.
"Except my eyes.. they've a mind all their own.. the gits."
Lifting her gaze to Sorens she smiled and shrugged as if to say 'and that's about that..' . She then in turn put a question to him.
"So which team are you planning to go for once you leave school?"
There was no restraint or 'to be polite' false interest in her question, she was honestly curious, not only in Soren's goals but in which team would be benefiting from gaining him. She'd played with him for a few years now after all and new he was an outstanding chaser. As she fallowed Quidditch like most girls fallow boys she was curious as to which team would be showing new talent in the years to come. How anyone could be so daft as to not think Quidditch absolutely enthralling was beyond her.
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Post by soren on Jul 20, 2009 23:19:11 GMT -5
Soren listened intently as Rory described the mind behind her morphing. He had never known any Metamorphmagi before, so this was all pretty fascinating stuff. To be able to just will your appearance to change? Cool beans.
She mentioned her eyes, and Soren opened his mouth to comment. He was actually curious about that; he had seen her eyes flash different colors during practices and games, mostly to red though normally they were neutral, if not brighter in concentration. He remembered the yellow they were back in the common room, and was burning to know if there were other colors, and if so, what did they mean? He formed the question in his head, but never had a chance to ask. Rory had moved on to another subject, though Soren made a mental note to ask about it later.
"So which team are you planning to go for once you leave school?"
"Puddlemere," Soren answered immediately, proudly. He found himself smiling a toothy grin, and turned to Rory with excited eyes. "And my chances are really good too," he explained, getting hyped up. Admitted, Soren was a sucker for Quidditch talk, and he was thrilled Rory brought it up, but maybe, he thought, he should learn to talk about other things... Eh. He'd worry about that another time. A bit of his accent came out, slipping in with his normal English one so that he sounded like an Englishman who couldn't make up his mind. "Th' chaser for Puddlemere has plans for retiring soon, says 'e's gettin' too old or summat. And really, if I can make a good impression on the talent scout, I'm practically a shoe in. I hope. I dun want to get me hopes up too much, though," he added, frowning a bit. If he didn't make it in Quidditch... He would have no idea what to do.
He noticed, after his oddly brogue-ish reply, that Rory's question wasn't just about Quidditch. Well, it was, but on a more personal level. Soren was kind of surprised at himself. He normally didn't talk about himself (or, he tried not to) because it sounded conceited. He didn't want to flaunt his talent, and though he hadn't really in this case, he may have been on the verge. Still, maybe this was... good for them? As, well, a couple? Soren was so out of practice, he hardly knew what girls liked to talk about anymore. But they liked to at least know the person they were dating, so Soren decided maybe talking about himself and finding out more about her was a plan.
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