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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 19:03:34 GMT
Harry sank onto the bench in Hogsmeade highstreet. It had been a mistake to come here. He hadn't realised it was a Hogsmeade Weekend. In fact, he hadn't realised it was a weekend at all. Locked up in Grimmauld Place, away from danger and everyday life, it was easy to forget what day it was. Still, he was here now, and he really did want to get some more Firewhiskey. He could just disapparate to Diagon Alley, but he was tired and that took effort. He might as just wait until the Three Broomsticks cleared out a bit. It was getting dark anyway, so the students should be heading back soon.
Harry pulled his thick, black Death Eater cloak tighter around him, the hood shielding his face from view. He wasn't sure why he still wore it. It was almost like some sort of strange momento; a grim reminder. Still, it was warm and very good for slinking off into the shadows. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 19:14:59 GMT
*Livvie exits the Three Broomsticks pulling her Gyffindor robes tightly around her, giggling madly at the few friends she left inside. She's had enough butter-beer to last her for awhile, and though the beverage is mild it still has her feeling a little fuzzy. As she traipses away from the pub, continuing to giggle softly to herself, replaying what fun she had gossiping with her friends, and unable to believe she allowed them to talk her into drinking so many butter-beers.*
*The early evening sky catches her eye, and she turns to follow the path leading back up to the castle. A gust of wind passes through the streets, blowing her hair around her face, and the bright blue cornflowers she had tucked into her hair fly out, blowing away with the wind.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 19:49:30 GMT
Harry jumped slightly as the wind blew something into his face. He could see blue out of the corner of his eye, where the thing fluttered, caught in his hood. Frowning slightly, he reached up and removed it. It was a pretty blue flower. Confused, he peered around, wondering where it could have come from. Not far off, he saw the owner. A pretty blonde Gryffindor girl was looking bewildered, not far away, obviously on the path up to the school. Licking his lips, he stood up, holding the flower delicately in his fingers, and crossed the short distance between them. "I think you lost something," he said with a smile, knowing his face was half hidden by his hood. Moving slowly so she wouldn't be startled, he reached up and tucked the blue flower back into her hair. "There you go," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 19:56:52 GMT
*Livvie turns around at the sound of a male voice, a bright smile flashing at the hooded figure. Her smile falters a bit as she cannot see the wizard's face, but she quickly recovers reminding herself that not all wizards are dark. Her eyes drop to the ground as he tucks her flowers back into her hair, cheeks beginning to blush lightly. She returns her gaze into the dark shadows of the hood where his face should be.*
Thanks.
*Livvie replies simply, a hand reaching to the flowers.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 20:52:15 GMT
Harry realised he must look a bit suspicious, but he just couldn't risk lowering his hood in such a public place. "I used to be a Gryffindor too," he said, hoping to put her at ease. Everyone knew that Gryffindors didn't go bad... Well, that wasn't entirely true. He'd proved that. Still, she didn't know about any of that; and didn't need to. "Hogsmeade Weekend, right?" he asked, motioning towards the crowded pub. He knew it was, but it seemed something worth while talking about. He almost felt like he was on a Hogsmeade Weekend; let out for one day to do as he pleased. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 20:59:49 GMT
Oh? Really?
*Both of her eyebrows raise with surprise, and curiosity. She wants to know with whom she is speaking, but knows it wouldn't be polite to reach up, and pull his hood down. Instead she settles for a proper low curtsy, and offers her name.*
I'm Olivia Lillywhite, Gryffindor Chaser, everyone calls me Livvie though.
*She squints her eyes a bit trying to get a better view into the hood, hoping that he follows her lead, and introduces himself.*
Yes it is, lovely day for it too. Bleedin' castle is so darn stuffy sometimes. I'm thrilled to be out for even just the few hours we're allowed.
*Livvie answers warmly, happy to be talking to anyone that is or was in Gryffindor. Everyone knows that Gryffindors don't become dark witches and wizards.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 21:16:52 GMT
Harry's smile widened when she said she was a chaser. Quidditch... How he missed Quidditch. He gave a little sigh, before hitching his cheery disposition. He was out of that stuffy old house, the same way she had escaped the castle for a while, and by Merlin's beard, he was going to enjoy himself. "Ah, chaser... I was Gryffindor Seeker in my time. Bloody good at it too." He chuckled to himself, twitching his hood lower where the wind had blown it back slightly. "And I know what you mean about the castle. I hated it while I was there, but I guaruntee you'll miss it when you're gone. I do..." He looked over her again. She was, indeed, very pretty; perhaps too pretty for her own good. "How old are you anyway?" he asked, casually. "Surely you're too old to still be at Hogwarts?" |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 21:29:49 GMT
*Is thrilled to hear that this fellow was also on the Gryffindor team, and seeker to boot. She only knows a few names of the past seekers for the team, and one of them was amazing from the stories she heard. Harry Potter is a legend among the players for the current Quidditch team, hell he's a legend among everyone in the wizarding world. She couldn't be that lucky to actually meet him, could she?*
I've heard of a few amazing Seekers for our team, but only one comes to mind right now.
*She nods, happy that he understands how she feels about the her little break from the castle. Livvie relishes in the fact that Headmaster Snape isn't creeping around out in the streets of Hogsmeade. She giggles softly to herself, thinking.*
Headmaster Snape would probably melt like the witch in the Wizard of Oz if the sun ever hit his skin.
*A light, tinkling little laugh escapes her as the unknown, and unseen wizard mentions that she appears too old for school. She brushes a bit of her bangs out of her eyes, and shakes her head.*
I'm only sixteen. I've a year left to go. But thanks for the compliment.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 21:59:40 GMT
"Oh yea," he asked, smirking. "And who's this amazing seeker?" James Potter was the first name that sprung to mind. His father had even had his name on a shield in the Trophey Room. Still, Snape had probably removed that. He wouldn't be surprised. The old potions master was petty like that. Still, surely the legend of James Potter didn't need a shield to be passed on.
"Sixteen?" Harry repeated, a little shocked. He would have said seventeen at the youngest. Still, sixteen wasn't too bad... It wasn't too wrong for him to find her attractive. Hadn't he been sixteen when he'd first got with Ginny? He smiled, noticing that the little blush in her cheeks was very appealing. "You definitely older than that. I would have said about eighteen..." He grinned. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 22:09:07 GMT
Harry Potter.
*She blurts out without even thinking. Everyone on the Quidditch team still talks about the fact he was the youngest seeker in something like a hundred years. Feeling stupid for saying the name she drops eyes to her feet, and kicks a pebble away.*
The team still talks about him.
*Livvie adds, trying not to sound too much like a star struck fan of The Boy Who Lived.*
I bet.
*Her eyes roll in disbelief. Livvie snorts softly, finding this lad very amusing for saying she looks eighteen. No one has ever told her she looks that old, in fact most guess her to be around fifteen, she's even been told she looks fourteen!*
I am allowed to know your name?
*She asks softly, still very curious as to know who this mysterious wizard is.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 23:08:56 GMT
Harry raised his eyebrows, looking a little shocked. He hadn't expected that. Legendary? Him? He smirked to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Well, can you keep a secret?" he asked, the grin obvious in his voice. "You actually just said my name... I'm he. Harry Potter." He spoke his name in almost a whisper, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. For once, he actually felt good about who he was. He missed being famous. Famous for good reasons that is... |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 23:16:58 GMT
*A hand flutters to her mouth as she gasps, her eyes widening. She doesn't know what to say, rendered completely speechless by the secret he has just shared with her. Livvie just stands there staring foolishly into the dark shadow that covers his face.*
*After a few moments she recovers from the shock, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment. Mentally she's kicking herself for acting like such a foolish little child. Slowly she leans toward Harry, rising up on her tip-toes, her voice lowering.*
Your secret is safe with me.
*Lowers herself from the tips of her toes, still staring into the shadow, wondering what Harry looks like in person. Girls say he's cute. How cute she would never know, if only he would lower his hood a little.*
It's a pleasure to meet you Harry.
*Whispers his name as he had done.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 23:34:26 GMT
He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter slightly as she leaned up towards him. That was possibly the first good reaction to his identity he'd experienced in months... "It's a shame you're going back up to the castle," he said, a little slyly. "I was going to suggest getting a drink. Have you ever been to the Hog's Head?" Hopefully the grubby little pub along the side street would be less crowded than the Three Broomsticks, even if the glasses there were a little dubious to drink out of. |
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Sept 7, 2009 23:42:27 GMT
*She bit the bottom of her lip as he asks her if she's ever been to the Hog's Head. It's about time for her to get back to the castle, but she'd rather stay here, and continue her conversation with the notorious Harry Potter. How many girls in that dreary castle can say they were invited to have a drink with him?*
I've been there once.
*She beams up at him, dying to go anywhere he suggests. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she isn't going to miss it for anything.*
The barkeep seems a bit mad, but it usually isn't very crowded.
*Livvie adds as she takes a step toward him.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 8, 2009 0:11:24 GMT
Harry smirked, holding out his arm for her to take. "Well then, let's go. I don't want to keep you out too long, so the sooner we get there the better." After glancing around quickly to check no one was about, he lowered his hood slightly and winked at her. She was so smiley... Could it be that he'd accendentally stumbled across a fangirl? He grinned to himself, pulling his hood low again for the walk. "Alright then?" he asked, peering down at her. |
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