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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 6, 2008 23:55:41 GMT -5
With a grand sigh, Wes lay back against the grass beneath the shade of a very large tree. He, being what he is, was decked out in his finest white sweats with the hood up, white Air Jordans, dark aviators, and white and red striped baseball cap.
Slowly, he rolled the baseball he'd picked up along with his Air Jordans on a trip to America past his scotty dog Prof who was sunning himself next to the shaded area Wes was lying in. The solid black, fluffy eyebrowed dog seemed to raise one of those eyebrows at him as if to ask "Why do you keep assuming I'm going to chase it, Sonny?"
"You're so old, Prof," Wes laughed, covering his hand with his sleeve and pulling the ball back towards him.
He began to throw it up and down with a carefree motion. This Sunday afternoon was relaxing. Calm even. He'd never found a place this quiet before. He was actually in awe over the quiet. Living with five brothers, six sisters, a loud mouth broad of a mother, and an angry, Scottish father didn't bring much quiet. But, he'd never been one to keep quiet in the first place. Now that he was actually experiencing it he found that he liked it. Though, not a lot. In small doses.
He glanced around the lawns. Everyone used to come out and fly around playing a rousing broom polo or Quidditch. Right now, the lawns just seemed....quiet.
"Damned kids these days, Prof," he grumbled. He made himself laugh with that though. Sometimes he acted old himself. But not usually.
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 7, 2008 0:26:10 GMT -5
I got everything I wanted my own way There was no snow yet and for that, Clare was glad because when it snowed, she couldn't wear the girly skirts she loved. Right now, she was wearing a white eyelet sleeveless blouse and a white lace skirt to match. It would get dirty if she fell (as she tended to do) and it looked like she was on her way to attend a wedding, but she didn't care. She liked how she felt in it; it made her somehow strangely confident.
Wandering the lawns, her eyes fell on a boy and his dog. She'd never seen this boy before and was sure they weren't in the same house. There was a possibility he was a Slytherin and she wasn't too fond of Slytherins, but that was a chance she had to take. She, after all, was fond of animals and couldn't stand a chance to be near one. Her grandfather had a dog that resembled this one.
Approaching boy and dog, she cocked her head to the side, wondering if she should really disturb him. Oh well, she thought, he can always tell me to go away.
"Nice day, isn't it?" she said by way of greeting.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 7, 2008 0:42:46 GMT -5
Wes felt the ball crash into the side of his head, him forgetting about it, as he whipped his head around to face the small whisper of footsteps against the lawn.
"Ouch!" he hissed, keeping his reactions as human as possible as he'd trained for eighty odd years to do. It hadn't hurt. Truthfully, he didn't feel anything at all but a slight bump.
"Nice day, isn't it?"
Wes leapt to his feet. You were always supposed to stand when a lady came to talk to you. That's what his mother had always said. And this one was definitely a lady. He could tell that by looking at her. He gave her a scan over with a lopsided grin on his face.
"You're b-b-eautiful," he stammered out, dropping his ball and watching as it rolled down the tiny hill, past Prof and into a sunny patch.
A realization came over him...Oh, Wes, you're so dumb.
"Oh...um...it's beautiful...I meant to say it's. Not that you're not, I just meant to say..." he decided to shut up then, looking around nervously and scratching the back of his neck. This wasn't good. He was a little rusty with the suave. The disconnection with people and all.
He gave a glare as his dog snorted and did a complete rotation so that it's little black body was facing the newcomer.
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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 1:00:56 GMT -5
There's only two types of guys in the world, the ones that hang with me, and the ones that are scared Clare laughed and smiled at him. "I think that's what they call a Freudian slip." she commented. "I liked that, though." she added, playing with a strand of her hair. "It's nice to be called beautiful. Every girl could use a pick-up like that."
Clare herself didn't need to be picked up like that, but she felt much better, even if he had never meant to say it. "I'm Clare, by the way. Clare Smart. You're new, aren't you? Because I think I'd remember if I'd seen yu before." She was chatterbox, she knew, but asking questions was the best way to get to know new people. She also had a way of speaking the truth when she thought someone was rather good-looking and this boy was good-looking.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 7, 2008 1:28:51 GMT -5
"It's nice to be called beautiful. Every girl could use a pick-up like that."
Wes smiled, relaxing a little and letting his half-smile return to his face. She wasn't giving him that weird "Oh my god, you're one of those guys that asks me out without even talking to me first" looks. That was a relief. A big one actually. Especially since he still wasn't used to not being suave. But, at least she'd not kept on walking giving him said weird look.
"I'm Clare, by the way. Clare Smart. You're new, aren't you? Because I think I'd remember if I'd seen yu before."
"Uh..yeah..Wes Borgin," he said. Normally he would've held his hand out to shake, but there was the slight problem of her being in the sun and him staying in the shade. And pulling his sleeve over his hand would've been weird.
A gruff reminded him of their guest.
" Oh, yeah, this is Prof," he said. " But, you didn't see him. Please don't tell anyone."
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 7, 2008 21:32:58 GMT -5
"Oh, so you don't want anyone to know you're breaking the rules."
"Yeah, basically. He's all I got and Minnie-Professor McGonogal says I'm walking a thin line anyway and I didn't want ole' Prof here to get taken away," Wes replied. Truth was he really wouldn't know what to do without Prof. That dog has been more of a friend and parent to him over the last ten years than anyone has. Wes loved that dog, even if a labrador was better suited for him.
"He's adorable - I won't tell anyone, your secret's safe with me."
Prof had a doggy like, contented smile on his face and leaned into Clare's touch. It'd been a long time since a warm hand petted him.
"Thanks a million, doll. Can't tell you how much I'd miss him if he went away." Wes said honestly.
Prof snorted at him.
So, what house are you in? I'm in Ravenclaw."
Wes sat down on the ground still in the shade, not daring to approach. Burning alive wasn't a good first impression.
"Hufflepuff," he replied.
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Clare Smart
Ravenclaw
Sixth year.
If you think you're hurting, you haven't seen anything yet.
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Post by Clare Smart on Dec 8, 2008 1:02:43 GMT -5
Confidence is a must Tackiness is a plus "I imagine it would be like losing your best friend." Clare commented, twisting a piece of hair around her finger and trying not to think of how she'd blushed when he called her 'doll'. She liked how it looked gold in the sunlight; aside from her eyes, her hair was her favourite feature. Both she and her sister had the same hair, giving them the allusion that they were twins. With the thought of Cora, she felt her mood dim. She missed her so much. Her 'baby' sister was her best friend. She couldn't think of life without her. Suddenly remembering Wes was there, she felt ridiculous and looked at him. A thought crossed her mind then ; a strange one, at that.
Why isn't he enjoying the sun? It's so warm.
"You strike me as a Hufflepuff." she said, tone thoughtful as she continued to look at him. It was almost like she had this unconscious desire to memorize every aspect of his face. He was beautiful, she decided. She would normally call men handsome, but Wes Borgin could only be described as beautiful. "I suspect you probably could have been a Ravenclaw like me." she added, smiling a little.
I talk too much. Shut up, Clare.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 11, 2008 19:58:34 GMT -5
"I suspect you probably could have been a Ravenclaw like me."
"Yeah, right," he laughed, throwing his head back. "Dark Blue and Silver aren't good colors for meatheads like me."
He had been referred to a meathead a lot of times and he supposed he was. He was a sporty guy as shown by the ball basking in the sun nearby. He gave a slight glare towards his useless dog and moved back only slightly to adjust to the sun rearranging the shadows with the passing minutes.
"I imagine it would be like losing your best friend."
"Yeah....he keeps me in line" Wes said, leaning back on his hands and tapping a napping Prof with his foot. Though it was barely noticable, a sliver of skin exposed itself and the burning began. He hissed only slightly and pulled his foot back, laying his cool hand over it.
To make up for his quick actions he moved to rest his chin on his knee and smiled. He dismissed Prof's inquiry look and thought up of something quick. "Yeah, I am pretty excited for classes on Monday though."
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 22, 2008 1:20:21 GMT -5
"Looking forward to class?I'm not certain that's what a meathead would say to be completely honest with you. In fact, wouldn't a meathead not want anything to do with education?" "
"I'm not liking the homework and stuff, just want to be in class with people," He replied giving a smile. He wasn't a studies type person, but he liked a room full of students and all of their personalities packed in a warm room. Ah...to feel warmth again. He got the literal end of the "It's a Cold World" thing.
"You don't strike me as a meathead."
"You haven't seen my grade sheet," he said with a chuckle. He wasn't an ideal student. He loved going to school though, even though school didn't like him coming.
He looked at the girl in front of him. She was gorgeous and had an air of pleasant mystery behind her. He was sure she would make and excellent friend. Possibly a close friend that was a girl. But, he would have to get past the first awkward round in this boxing match they called life.
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