Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 6, 2008 22:16:01 GMT -5
You're going to see me in your dreams tonight Clare did not have the grace of a prima ballerina as much as she would like to. She had a flair for tripping over something on flat surfaces and firmly believed she was the sort that could trip over air. She and ice did not get along, though, due to this as well as that horrible incident when she'd been locked outside in the winter. She supposed her phobia was getting better as she was outside now in the snow. She was determined, however, not to let a phobia run her life. If it snowed, she couldn't stay inside, especially since there was generally three months of winter, possibly more. She'd become something like a hermit and she wasn't interested in that.
At least there isn't too much snow today, she thought, thankful for it. There was barely three inches of it and it crunched underneath her feet in the quiet of the afternoon. She was glad now, because of the chill, that she'd opted for jeans instead of her skirt. Especially if she fell. She knew she would; she always did due to how unbearably clumsy she was. She tried to stay upright like she was doing now, making her steps firm, but unfortunately for her, there was a patch of ice underneath that decided to jump up and uproot her, sending her tumbling into someone's lap. Which, she thought, as her face grew hot, was completely embarassing, especially since she was laying across their lap, on her stomach. She prefered falling when no one could see her, but of course, that wasn't always the case. In fact, it rarely was.
"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her Irish accent clear in her raised voice. "I don't even ... I'm so sorry. I should learn to walk!"
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 7, 2008 2:48:34 GMT -5
pushing and pulling me to you... [/size][/font] Søren was not having a good day at all. Constant interruptions were wearing him and his patience thin. His brow seemed to be permanently furrowed. Maybe getting a fresh supply is just not in the cards today, he thought. He let out an exasperated sigh; his breathe was an impatient spurt of icy fog. Søren rubbed his eyes. He was used to the chill. His Scandinavian blood pumped at its best when it was cold.
Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a beauty he'd never seen before. She was elegant, angelic, and he rubbed his eyes again to make sure she wasn't just a figment of his tired imagination. Her hair was a luscious blonde that tumbled across her back in waves, her eyes were a piercing blue. Like mine, he thought, and realized that his mouth was hanging slightly open. Flushing, he sat up straight, moving his book bag from his lap to a bare place on the bench where he sat. He felt the butterflies begin to shake in his stomach, and a burning sensation rooted itself in his heart and in his loins. Could he speak to her? He bit his tongue. No, he hadn't the nerve. She was so gorgeous!
He sucked in a breathe of trepidation as he realized that she was heading right for him. He wiped his sweating palms on his winter jacket. I should get out of here! She's so perfect!
Søren reached for his book bag, getting ready to leave, when he noticed that she wasn't looking at him. She hasn't noticed me yet, he smiled crookedly in relief. She was biting her lower lip, giving the ice covered ground her full attention. He breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her. Euphoria overtook his brain. She smelt floral and light, like fresh jasmine flowers after the rain.
She was going to pass him. But as quickly as he thought he was out of the woods, she caught her foot on a small patch of ice, and sailed right into him. Today really isn't my day! his mind screamed as he grasped her shoulders. Her cheeks flamed a deep scarlet, and he barely heard what she said. His attention was lost, deep in her eyes. He couldn't breathe. He felt faint. He was afraid to speak, afraid he might make a fool of himself.
"No, not at all![/color]" he exclaimed as he remembered his voice. It was raspy and cracked more than he'd intended. " Are you hurt at all? My name is Søren, who are you?[/color]" He realized how stupid he must sound to her. He waited patiently. She was just so beautiful.[/font][/size]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 7, 2008 3:27:52 GMT -5
Up til now I thought I knew love Face still hot, Clare found herself looking into eyes so similar to her own and suddenly, the hands grasping her shoulders felt electric through her heavy winter coat. She had always been attracted to eyes; they were what usually told her about a person and if these eyes said anything, they gave a promise of intensity. She vaguely heard him say his name was Søren, but she wasn't sure if her voice would work. She wasn't sure if her legs would work.
"I'm Clare." she told him, wondering where she'd never seen him before. "Are you new?" She recalled how she'd told Wes Borgin that she would remember him if she'd seen him before, but it was clear to her that if she'd seen Søren before she would certainly remember. She couldn't have passed him over, could she? Of course, this meant there was a strong possibility that he was a Slytherin that kept to himself. She was sure she could handle that; after all, wasn't Lucy falling hard for a Slytherin? If her friend could do it, couldn't she? He seemed nice. He didn't laugh at her lack of grace.
That meant a lot.
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 7, 2008 4:26:58 GMT -5
from your beautiful heart, i couldn't look away... [/size][/font] Søren was anxious. She had responded without laughing, without sarcastic tones... was this going to go well after all? His mind raced, and he couldn't help but take in another bout of her scent. He allowed his brain to memorize her face, everything about her from her creamy Irish skin to her perfect, supple lips. They were the color of pale rose petals, and Søren imagined himself kissing them. He felt his own pale lips part eagerly with the want.
Immediately, he banished the thought, because he wasn't sure if she could read his mind through the air he must have been putting off. He corrected himself, giving her a crooked smile. Trying not to exert too much of in inhuman strength, he easily lifted her by the shoulders to sit beside him.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Clare. I am new, in fact. I just transferred here from Durmstrang. [/color]" He couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Her form was svelte, and beautifully proportioned. The boyish jeans were all wrong for her. He didn't understand why she wasn't laughing at him. He wasn't Jon. He couldn't spell the female variety (or in Jon's case - any variety), why wasn't she running away like all the rest had before her? [/size][/font]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 7, 2008 4:43:44 GMT -5
You say I'm crazy, I got your crazy "What was that like?" Clare hadn't heard much about Durmstrang; the people she kept company with didn't talk about other wizardry schools and because she was Muggleborn, the possibilty of Durmstrang hadn't been presented to her. She supposed Hogwarts was the best choice of her and she had to admit, she loved it. She felt so close to the history in its walls when she was walking through the corridors. Maybe it was silly, but she was a sucker for history. She liked visiting the late Dumbledore's marble tomb and walking the grounds with the thoughts of the Battle of Hogwarts on her mind. She knew people had died, but she knew the right people had been victorious. She'd been given a chance the day Harry Potter killed Voldemort to be here.
Suddenly glad she was thinking about something other than Søren's eyes, but the second she realized this, her attention shifted to him again. She was happy he'd move her off of him and couldn't help but be amazed by his strength. She wasn't that heavy, but it was still rather impressive. She blushed when she noticed she was thinking about being wrapped up in his strong arms and tried valiantly to chase those thoughts out of her mind. That was no easy task at all.
"What house are you in?" she added as an after thought. She might as well get that question out of the way though she was pretty sure he was a Slytherin. Lucy would've mentioned to her if he was in Gryffindor and she knew he wasn't in her house. Nothing about him screamed Hufflepuff either. "I'm in Ravenclaw."
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 7, 2008 5:20:47 GMT -5
i'll wrap you in my arms and take you away... [/size][/font] "Well... where to begin.[/color]" Søren said sheepishly. He was feeling the butterflies again. It felt like they were having a full blown house party in his stomach. " Durmstrang is a beautiful place. It's a castle, just like Hogwarts, but it's not as large and much more dark. The grounds are beautiful. It over looks some of the most beautiful lakes and mountains you could ever see, but we could only enjoy them in the summer. Winters there were horrible. There were never any fires lit, only for magical purposes, so it was very cold all the time. It's certainly not as elaborate as Hogwarts is... it's much more open and what decor there is... very spartan. I spent five years there... but if I had the choice, I would rather be here than there.[/color]" Søren looked at her intently, as the last words left his mouth. He regretted it instantly. Grimacing on the inside, he knew this would be where she sprung up and told him to get lost. To his surprise, she didn't. Her expression was pleasant, and she seemed to be absorbed by his words. He fought the urge to trace his fingertips over her cheekbone and down her jaw line. " To answer your other question,[/color]" he said, hoping that talking would distract him, " I'm a Slytherin.[/color]" There was a pinch of silence. Something in her eyes glinted, and he was memorized by her again. It was taking all of his restraint not to touch her, because the electricity she was radiating was intoxicating. [/font][/size]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 7, 2008 6:06:39 GMT -5
I don't wanna dream about all the things that never were Before Clare could ask more specific questions about life at Durmstrang, her heart dropped at the fact he was a Slytherin. She wasn't going to walk away and write him off for it. He couldn't help the fact he'd been put in Slytherin. To date, as far as she knew, the only one that had chosen his house had been Harry Potter.
"Do you like being in Slytherin?" It was a weak question, Clare decided the second it left her mouth, but unfortunately it was rather impossible to swallow your words after they left your mouth. But she supposed small talk was all right; they would get to know each other that way.
Something she knew, though, was that she felt inexplicably drawn to him. She couldn't explain why. She just did. It was really simplistic in that respect, but she couldn't help wanting to know why.
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 8, 2008 1:07:38 GMT -5
how can i consider what's right, when you're clouding up my mind... [/size][/font] Søren mentally stepped back for a nanosecond. Something had changed. That glint in her eyes... was it pain? She seemed to be sicked by the word Slytherin. He felt himself panic and the thought that his house would be what drove her away. "It's alright, I suppose. It's just where I was put, I don't put any stock into it. It doesn't determine who I am, or who I will be when I leave. I'm aware of its reputation, for sure... but the way I figure it... just because there are a few rotten tomatoes on the vine, doesn't mean all the tomatoes are bad, you know? That and... well, snakes aren't my thing.[/color]" He smiled sheepishly, but on the inside, he was kicking himself. Did I seriously just use a food analogy? Idiot! His attention was brought back to her, and he hoped she couldn't read the embarrassment all over his face. " So... enough about me. Tell me about yourself, Clare. What house are you in?[/color]"[/size][/font]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 8, 2008 1:33:40 GMT -5
A sweet surprise I could get used to His admission about his dislike of snakes made her smile and instantly decide they could be good friends. "I hate snakes." she said, shuddering as if to prove it. "But you're right; you can't really judge a person by their house colours. Me, though, I'm a Ravenclaw, so you won't have to worry about the house rivalry that might come if I were a Gryffindor." Here she paused for a moment. "Unfortunately, to many of your housemates, I'm dirty, Ravenclaw or not."
This was her pet peeve, the blood discrimination that was still rampant even though Muggleborn witches and wizards had proved they were just as good, or better in some cases, as those with pure blood. It was upsetting on some level, but she would never show that to her peers. She wanted to show them that she could be as good as they were and as she thought of her last grades, she couldn't help but smile. She had done well on last year's O.W.Ls and was raring to take the N.E.W.Ts next year. She loved testing; she loved the challenge of remembering.
A smile parted her lips and she looked at Søren again. "Sorry about that." she muttered sheepishly. "I just wanted you to be aware. ... What else do you want to know about me?" She liked that she could sense he wasn't like those people that thought she was dirty, in fact, he seemed to like her. It was clear to her that she liked him. She wondered, though, how Lucy would react when she told her she liked a Slytherin after all she'd said about Jonathan.
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 8, 2008 2:40:50 GMT -5
how i found you, flightless bird... [/size][/font] Blood. It always came down to this. Søren knew that, through his loyalty to Jon, his lineage and what Fenrir had tried to instill in him, he should detest this beautiful girl sitting beside him. Somehow, he just couldn't get himself to do so. Maybe he could, if it were a different place and different time, and he was not himself.
And even then, could he? Probably not. Something in the silken waves of hair, the deep blue of her eyes, the accent in her speech... told him that he could not. And it was so silly, really. Looking deeply into her face, the whole idea of her blood being dirty amused him. She was pristine, she was enthralling, she... wasn't his. And he wanted her. The wolf that lay low in his belly spoke clearly in the back of his mind. Make this girl your mate. Fenrir would understand and accept if you said you would turn her.
It made sense. But Søren banished the thought, for now.
"The way I see it...[/color]" he paused, " it's not about the blood in your veins, where you came from or who you're related to. It's what you do, what decisions you make, that make you who you truly are. The whole idea of pure blood, dirty blood... hell, you could have no blood for all I care... it's ridiculous. As a whole, we haven't really progressed at all as a magical community, if our social status and who we are is based purely on some old tradition that isn't worth dirt. I think that it's absurd that people still operate on these notions. And who cares what anyone says, anyways? I pity those people who allow others' opinions to determine their self-worth. We just can't be classified this way. You would think that in this day and age, we could all just be equal.[/color]" He realized he'd been ranting. The butterflies were raging. He tried to recover. Amused laughter escaped his lips. " I'm sorry, I'm just rambling. I just get so incensed with this. And if my friends have problems... well, if they were my real friends, they would care only for my happiness. It's not like they haven't done things before that I haven't approved of. But I don't razz them for it.[/color]" Søren stopped, realizing this was the most he'd spoken in... well, years. He tried to change the subject. " I would love to know anything you're comfortable telling me. [/color]"[/size][/font]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 8, 2008 23:13:52 GMT -5
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry Clare could have kissed him for his beliefs, but resisted the sudden desire even though, as she was surrepticiously examining his lips, this desire heightened. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have his lips against hers. She flushed, realizing just where her thoughts were going, and tried to banish all those ideas to the deepest parts of the back of her mind. She didn't like - well, all right, she did like these thoughts, but being as she just met him, she didn't believe it was appropriate. She knew girls who would have tossed that aside, deciding they didn't care. She wondered if Sofia had sunk her claws into him yet or if he'd been dazzled by Kamilla. Shifting focus now, she thought about what she could tell him.
"I have a younger sister." she said with a slight smile, deciding her family would be the best place to start. "Her name is Cora. We're two years apart, but we could be twins. We're so close and tell each other everything." This was her not-confession that she would be telling Cora about him when she wrote her. "She has no magical ability, though, neither do my parents. I'm the first in my family to ever exhibit magical abilities. Mum is thrilled by it - she's always asking me if she can read some of my books just to learn my new world. Dad is less enthused." Here she had to stop because she hated thinking about how, even now, her father was doing everything in his power to turn her away from magic. He'd promised full tuition to a university of her choice and she had to admit it was rather tempting. "... I can't think of what else to tell you."
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 8, 2008 23:59:01 GMT -5
you spoke in a voice that struck the sky... [/size][/font] Søren smiled, noticing the pink flush of her cheeks. Was it something he'd said, or was she just cold? He didn't know what to do. His cheeks felt stiff from smiling in the chill, and he lowered his eyes to his lap.
"Your family sounds wonderful. My family... I don't know any of them. My parents died when I was small, and my adopted father... he never told me about my family and he didn't think it was relevant for me to begin a magical education. He's proud in what I'm doing, but he doesn't support it like I'd like him to. I wish I could find out about my birth parents... but I'd be scared of what I'd find. The adoption agency won't tell me anything until I'm of age.[/color]" Søren felt himself break a little. He didn't want to lie... especially to her. But he couldn't help it. How could he tell her the exact circumstances of his life? Oh yes, I'm being molded to be the next Fenrir Greyback, Søren thought. The idea made his mood sink a little bit. Once he was done here at Hogwarts... it was back to wherever the pack had temporarily settled, back to the life of constantly running and feeding on the flesh of innocent Life. Back to being who he was, before. As much as he missed being able to run free in his true form, maybe this angel would be able to dispel his misanthropy... teach him to love humanity. He was, after all, born a human. Couldn't he live like one, if only for a little while? " Uhm... Clare? I know we've just met... but would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade, sometime? Have a butter beer or something with me? I find you so... fascinating. I would love to get to know you better. [/color]"[/size][/font]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 9, 2008 0:40:19 GMT -5
When I'm not with you, I lose my mind Clare was about to offer her sympathies because he looked like the fact he knew nothing of the people who'd given him life upset him before he'd asked her about Hogsmeade. Her mouth dropped open and she knew she probably looked rather unsightly because of it. She snapped it shut and felt her face get very hot. She knew she was going to say yes. She couldn't not say yes. It would be stupid of her to say no. She was a little surprised he was interested enough in her. She was more surprised he thought her fascinating. She didn't think she was the least bit fascinating, but she was pleased he seemed to like her.
"Yes, I'd love to." she told him, trying not to sound too eager. She wanted to run up to her dormitory now and scribble a note to Cora. She knew how happy her sister would be for her. It had been so long since a boy had shown interest in her. In fact, the last boy that did had been Alec Dolohov. He had seemed disgusted when she told him she was Muggleborn, so his interest had waned considerably. She'd seen him out on the grounds with Sofia Flint anyway. Besides, she decided she wouldn't want to date someone so closely related to Kamilla Lestrange.
Søren, however, she was very interested in dating.
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 9, 2008 1:17:20 GMT -5
just watch my wildest dreams come true... [/size][/font] Relief swept through Søren's body. She had said yes. He felt himself light up, and the butterflies were now swarming through him almost like the plague. He felt... what was the word? Giddy? Excited? Both worked.
"So, when are you free? I'll pick you up.[/color]" Was he pushing this too fast? She looked shocked to him. She had said yes. But was it out of pity? He felt his nerves faltering. Nevertheless, she had agreed, pity or not. Massive preparations were in store. He would have to buy something nice to wear... maybe get his spiky blonde mess of hair trimmed. New cologne... the works. He wanted to be appealing for her, and he wanted to treat her well. One less complication remained in his mind... what would Jon say?[/font][/size]
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
Posts: 85
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 19, 2008 17:22:15 GMT -5
Is this whole escapade worth all this time "I'm free whenever. I usually do my homework on Friday nights so I won't have to worry about it all weekend." She didn't want to add that Saturday night was editing and Sunday night was revising. He might think she was more than a little strange. But she could edit and revise Friday night if he kept her out late on Saturday, if that's the day he chose. In all honesty, she didn't really care when he brought her back. She wanted to get to know him. There was something ... fascinating about him and yet he was just as mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
"So, um, I guess it's up to you." she added, twisting a piece of her hair around a long-nailed finger. It was a nervous habit, but she also did it unconsciously when she was flirting. That, and she tended to flip her hair a lot. 'I'm such a teenager,' she thought, slightly annoyed with that fact, but she couldn't really be irritated with what she was, could she? It wasn't like there was an alternative to it.
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