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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 1:10:30 GMT
**Oliver races at top speed up and down the length of the meadow, wishing he had remembered to bring a Quaffle. Thinking he might find something on the ground he pushes lightly on the handle of his broom sending it into a nose dive. He laughs madly as he barrels down out of the sky, blood rushing through his veins. When he is within inches of hitting the ground he skillfully pulls back on the broom's handle, and the broom levels out smoothly.**
**Slows his pace, toes skimming the top of the lush green grass, and his eyes scour the ground looking for something that he could use instead of a Quaffle.**
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 31, 2009 1:20:33 GMT
*Startled out of her blissful state, by a rather loud laugh, and rushing wind; Roslyn looked towards the sound. Frowning lightly at the man who looked slightly familiar, Roslyn contemplated calling out to him. Yet she held back, not knowing whether or not he would reconize her*
"Most likely not..." She muttered to herself, as she recalled her days at Hogwarts. No one hardly knew who she was then, and staring at the man who reminded her of the Gryffindor teams Quidditch obsessed Captain, she reasoned with herself that if it really were Oliver Wood, he most certainly wouldnt reconise a ' Ravenclaw bookworm. '
*Rolling her eyes, as she found herself lingering on the man too long, Roslyn jerked her broom around sharply, intending on forgetting about the incident.*
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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 1:38:28 GMT
**Oliver's concentration while searching for a suitable quaffle substitute is broken as he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. He lift his head to see what disturbed him, and his hand slips into his practice robes searching for his wand. In these dark times even famous quidditch players need to be careful.**
**He squints his eyes, making out a witch on a broom. She looks familiar to him, but then loads of witches look familiar with their backs turned.**
"Roslyn?" **He mumbles to himself. She was the Ravenclaw witch that always had her nose stuck in a book. Wanting to be sure it's her he gives his broom a slight nudge, and takes off after the witch.** "Oi, Roslyn! **He yells, slowing down a few meters from the girl. Bracing himself for looking foolish, he calls out her possible name again.** "Roslyn!?"
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 31, 2009 1:47:47 GMT
*Hearing her name being called, Roslyn pulled her broom to a stop; knowing it could only be one person. That person being the man she had originally planned to forget about* Of course anyone could reconize the accent, and Roslyn sighed mentally. Not out of admiration, as a majority of females would. But out of the simple fact that she had been right all along.
*Turning her broom around, bringing her and Oliver Wood face to face, Roslyn stared at him expactantly.* "Oliver Wood." She stated, hiding the shock of him actually reconizeing her. "Fancy seeing you here." *A sweet smile came to her face, softening her blue eyes which had originally held annoyence*
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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 1:53:36 GMT
**Raises a hand to scratch the back of his head, smiling akwardly.** "Thought tha' was you." **Slightly regrets saying anything, they didn't talk much at school, and it seems like things didn't change much.** "Erm.. how are you?"
**Sits on his broom looking uncomfortable, which isn't like Oliver, his broom is his home.** "Seems like ages since I saw you last."
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 31, 2009 2:08:17 GMT
"With my nose buried in books?" *Roslyn laughed lightly.* It wasn't surprising when finding the people she ran into as of late, only reconised her as ' The studiouse Ravenclaw. ' Or ' Book shop Worker. ' Either way it always involved books; not that she minded.
*Studying him closely, Roslyn didn't say anything for a moment. Before speaking again, a hesitant edge to her voice at the lack of things to say.* "I'm doing well thanks. Didn't think you'd reconize me to be honest....you and I were never really within the same social status."
During their days at Hogwarts, on her first meeting with Oliver it became quite clear they would never be great friends. He was friendly, yet popular, loud, and outgoing. She was shy, introverted, and ' Anti-Social '. Total oppossites. And she was right...look at them now.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 2:16:02 GMT
**He gave a soft laugh, she did alway seem to have a book everywhere she went, but that usually goes along with the Ravenclaw stereotype doesn't it?** "Yeah, you seemed to like books alot, not that it was bad, or anything." **Smiles uncertainly, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.**
**Looks down to the ground, feeling even more uncomfortable. She's right they didn't hang out, or anything at all really. Raises his head to look at her, the expression on his face warming a bit.** "Well I did. Boy, it's good to see you, I don't often get the chance to catch up with old classmates, I'm a bit busy these days." **Puts a friendly tone in his voice.** "What have you been doing?"
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 31, 2009 2:25:43 GMT
She would've laughed at the look of uncertainty on Olivers face. It was clear, he was walking on egg shells. Though Roslyn only continued to stare at him, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself.
"Haven't been doing much, unfortunately. Just working, and spending time alone, with the occassional aquaintence." Rather interesting aquaintences too.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 2:30:04 GMT
**He nods lightly.** "That's nice, I suppose. **Sits on his broom, legs dangling, and begins to fidget a bit. He can't think of anything else to say, and knows that it's obvious.**
**Sits there for a moment looking at her, and smiles, bobbing his head.** "Well... erm... I was good to see you."
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 31, 2009 2:35:09 GMT
*A frown briefly crossed her face, as she found the short conversation coming to an end.* ' Typical. ' Roslyn couldn't help thinking to herself. ' Of course someone like him wouldn't have much to say to me. ' "Yeah...nice seeing you."
*Turning her broom away, Roslyn pushed forward, heading for the ground.* She was no longer in the mood for Quidditch, and honestly saw no reason to stick around.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 18:57:00 GMT
**Oliver watched her fly to the ground with a frown on his face. He feels bad that there wasn't much more to say. His mood for practicing diminished, and he slowly made his way to the ground.*
*He reaches the ground, hops off his broom, and heads out of the meadow.*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Aug 5, 2009 20:02:43 GMT
*Not wanting to climb, and get herself dirty, Bronagh uses a levitating charm on herself, and floats silently over the fence framing the edge of Top Meadow.*
*She lands on her feet with a soft thud, smiling with satisfaction into the sun setting in the west. Such a wonderful view to admire, all the brilliant reds lighting the sky takes her breath away.*
*With her eyes on the sky she lowers herself into the tall grasses of the meadow, and lays quietly watching the changing colors of the twilight sky.*
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Dementor
Magical Creature
I hunger
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Post by Dementor on Aug 5, 2009 21:51:42 GMT
*Hovers towards the lonesome girl, sensing her feeling of contentment and satisfaction. This could be the sustainance it has been looking for*
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Aug 5, 2009 23:10:55 GMT
*A dark mark appears in the sky* Do not fear girl. *turns to the Dementor* Come away from her! *turns back to girl* You are an Edgeworth are you not girl? Did you ever wonder why you were sorted into Slytherin when all of your family were Hufflepuffs? *pauses, but does not expect a response* You are destined to serve me. People are bound to notice my calling card. So when questions are asked, you will tell them exactly what happened here. I will have further use for you yet. *disapparates*
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Dementor
Magical Creature
I hunger
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Post by Dementor on Aug 5, 2009 23:13:25 GMT
*hisses at the girl, then disapparates*
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