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Post by NarcissaBlack on Sept 6, 2004 13:14:25 GMT -5
The blustery weather had not set the students attending this Hogsmeade trip back a step at all, however, as each one seemed determined to get there despite the gusts, and occasional leaf blowing past. The professors, on the other hand, seemed less than pleased to be walking against the resistance of the weather and thus were moreso agitated than usual. Easy enough, though, for the students to stay out of their way as Hogsmeade was filled with wizarding shops of all sorts, the narrow cobblestone streets easy to get lost in. Yes, this was a perfect weekend for a bit of shopping.
"Don't forget, meet back here at two o'clock. House points will be taken away if there are any -- let me repeat myself: /any/ -- absences. Good day."
So spoke the Herbology professor, who had been required to accompany the students along with the professor of Muggle Studies -- who was off inspecting some invisible shop window, or otherwise. Standing at the mouth of the narrow way that wound through as the streets of Hogsmeade, Narcissa Black just beamed at the surroundings, a slight trace of a smile even visible on her features if but for a short moment. Just up ahead, she could see the familiar wavering sign reading 'Dervish and Banges' , happening to be one of few bookstores in this particular place. And further down, Honeydukes reknowned for its neverending toffees and other assorted sweets. While Narcissa did enjoy, as much as a girl can, learning and perfecting her skills at Hogwarts, an occasional break like this seemed to be just as pleasing. And at the moment, irresistable. Breaking her from her trance, she is jolted back to reality by some of the younger students squeezing past she and Lucius, eager to enter Hogsmeade and then gasp at the sight of it. Narrowing her eyes slightly at one that had budged right between she and Lucius most rudely, paused to gawk, then scurry on ahead, she snorts faintly in distaste. After that one, however, it seemed like no more students were wishing to scuttle past at the speed of light.
"Since we're here now, and your stomach has spoken, where would you like to go first?" She considers linking an arm through his, though the thought that he might want to trot off by himself as he does occasionally comes across her mind; hence, she folds her hands behind her back loosely while taking a few steps forward. Gaze upturned to take in the sights of the vast array of buildings and structures holding wizarding supplies and otherwise. [/center] |
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Post by dommiesgrl on Sept 6, 2004 22:35:13 GMT -5
Ayleen and her class,being escorted by the tiny Proffessor Flitwick,arrived at Hogsmeade shortly after Narcissa's and Aya looked quite uninterested.
Hogmeade was old news to her.Honeydukes toffees were absolutely revolting,though she could go for a butterbeer...She would much rather be on the Quiddich team practicing so they could whomp Gryffindor.Nothing else much caught her fancy anymore.
Yet as she entered Hogsmeade she still stared around in awe,her hair whipping around her face as a gust of wind encircled her.There were many students bustling here and there,chattering happily.Ayleen walked alone towards a stone bench beside Dervish and Banges,previously deciding that there wasn't much else to do but Potions homework.She was absolutely horrible and if she didn't pass...Aunt Maggie would be furious.
Unfortunatley,she also didn't have any friends to 'conviniently' distract her from having to do something so patheticly boring.She had friends,mind you,but none that would act as one.Secretly,that's the only thing she doesn't have,being Auntie Maggie's spoiled brat.Aya sighed wistfully,lingering on that thought only a moment,as she examined her homework...
She read the first question.'What potion requires ground pine needles to be added to water and stirred until a bright red color?'
Ayleen pondered a moment on this question,then began to scribble her answer on the parchment...
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Post by Lucius on Sept 13, 2004 19:16:06 GMT -5
Well...this is so extraordinarily fun that he might just explode. Just, spontaneously combust right on the spot leaving a wonderful mark on the town. Now, what would happen then? Most likely there would be a cleaning crew, and celebrations from some people while likewise there would be mourning from other groups. But, a good point to that worst case scenario would be that the town would be exciting. Honestly, how often does one just spontaneously combust? True, it's not unheard of and it happens...but really now. It would be a special way to die leading to a great many questions and such.
Ah, the path ones mind can wander while the feet of the person wondering wander a well trodden path through the little town that always remained the same. It might have a facade over it, whether it be snow, leaves, decorations or the like...but it would forever be the same old town. Hogsmeade. And nothing more ever. Ever. Oh, what a bleak point of view on this but then again, why did it matter? Truly it really didn't, though it could be argued against by many this one opinion on the town didn't hold an ounce of importance. Not to mention he wasn't the only one who felt this way, true Lucius did have a more cynically point of view and much more to the blunt point, but there were many who were rather bored with the town. They just came here as a way to escape the castle for a little while. Or a date.
Though with the fact he had Narcissa on his arm, it could be a quite hypocritical view at the moment. Not that that was the only reason he had come...oh heavens no.
"Truthfully my idea," he said and turned his gaze to meet with her own, "I don't really care." Simple answer. "You may choose to go wherever you please." [/center] |
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Post by NarcissaBlack on Sept 16, 2004 18:00:54 GMT -5
"So blatant and honest. In that case.. you'd like to be alone for a bit, yes?" Without bothering to wait for an answer, she pats his arm with her free hand before pulling out her arm from being linked with his own and manages a meek smile. "I needed to grab a book, as I left my copy at my home.. and mother is not interested in sending any parcels before Christmas." She glances up at his expression, before giving a resolute -- if not vague -- nod and moves off past him, into the dwindling crowds before disappearing through the door of Dervish and Banges.
It was no surprise that (she assumed) he wanted to be alone for a while, though she was doing her best to escape and avoid the inevitable. Unfortunately, it caught up with her, swacking her on the back of her head as it happened. No matter, Narcissa wouldn't get worked up over a small matter as this.. she had already done so about his departure before he actually informed her of the events that occured. Or rather, 'event'. Pulling her braid to be hanging over a shoulder, her fingers stroke the soft golden strands below the leather tie she had used to tie-off the braid while wandering down one of the narrow aisles, eyes grazing the bookspines and finally she comes to a halt and drops her fingers from the braid to the spine of a book at about stomach-height and kneels down to inspect it further. Alright, so it wasn't the copy of 'Needless to Say; Sickles and All' she had been originally craving.. but a weathered version of a classic muggle playwright and book: Macbeth. Lifting an eyebrow, she smirks softly at the title, remembering being told of Shakespeare's works in Muggle Studies, though now forgetting wholly the remnansce of the story. Hn. Scooping up the book to rest in the crook of her arm, she stands straight and walks along the aisle again, blue-grey irises darting this way and that to take in the book titles and varying shades of leather.
Needless to say, the figure perched on a bench just outside the bookstore had not gone unnoticed and Narcissa vaguely remembered being introduced to her as 'Ayleen Lurtz'. An exotic name, and never one Miss Black herself truly cared for, but spoke to the lass on occasion and when need arose -- in class. It was to this near-stranger that Narcissa's thoughts now shifted, and as she scanned the bookspines, she found herself wondering what text Ayleen had occupied herself with and could seem both at ease and displeased with it at the same time. Quite the phenomenon.
{Eeps. Sorry for short post(s) to come. xD }
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Post by dommiesgrl on Sept 29, 2004 19:23:25 GMT -5
((Eck,meh last one was better... o.O Stupid hurricanes!!))
Ayleen sighed,bored to heck and back.She quickly stuffed her homework back in her bag.Her eyes wandered around the village,dwelling on one thing for only half a second before closing in on another.Many people were bustling around,doing their business,chattering happily while taking a swig of something that looked quite awful to Aya.
Amidst the crowd was Nacissa Black,whome Ayleen did not know very well at all...she'd have liked to though.She'd only partly admired her,but she'd much rather have been friends with her...or even aquaintances.They were much more like strangers to be honest.
Removing her gaze from Narcissa,Aya turned her thoughts to what she was going to do next.She formed a mental list of things she could try...Drawing?No,was never fond of it...Homework?Nope,tried that,failed...Buy something?Er...no,I think I have enough things already thankyouverymuch...Bother someone?Never a good thing,they'll just bother me back...Read?Ayleen thought a moment at this mental proposition.Nah,I'll look dorky...
Ha!Too late for that!,she could hear her uncle's voice instantly.
Very few people could read constantly and get away with not being called a yucky book worm.The most widely known of these exceptions,Remus Lupin,who could get away with reading constantly because of his connection to James Potter and Sirius Black.Some girls thought they were the cutest boys in the whole school.Hardly...
Ayleen had come to dispise and fancy Remus at the same time.She often thought being able to show two diverse emotions at the same time ought to earn her a million galleons,but also often thought,glumly,that she really didn't need any more galleons.
She'd taken an interest in Rremus ever since he'd entered Hogwarts.Over the past few years,Aya concluded that he must have been born with a book plastered to his face.Though she mostly saw him in the library,when you are supposed to have your head in a book.
All this pondering,unfortunatly,was of little help to Aya because she was no closer to deciding what to do.She sighed and remained where she sat,a gust of wind whipping pass...
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