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carpediem · 05-05-2015, 01:43 AM

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Originally Posted by keepmeclose22

And here they were again. After riding the carriages that pulled themselves, they were in the great hall. The candles were up, the tables were long, and the first years were looking nervous. He remembered back to his first year and how he was kind of upset to not have gotten Slytherin like his dad. Now, though, he was happy he took after his mother. But that was a thought that was too bad to think about on such a glorious evening.

Okay Austin, get your mind on the situation at hand. The situation at hand was that he needed to find Ophelia. As soon as they got off the train, she bolted to the carriages. Why? Who knew. Ophelia did things her own way. But it did mean that he didn't get to sit with her on the ride over, and now couldn't find her. He stopped and looked around for a moment. Once he did finally find her, he sat down.

"Merlin's beard Ophelia, come on. I know it's Hogwarts but do you really think running off is such a good idea?" Concern was in both his eyes and tone of voice. But now that he had found her, he began to relax, and his irritation started to go away. "Gosh, Third years!" He laughed and shook his head. Hopefully that lightened the mood.

Austin glanced over at the list she was making. "Hey, you know, as your adviser you're not allowed to make official decrees without consulting me first." One of his favorite things about his friendship with Ophelia was that they had this whole thing going with them being royals and owning a kingdom and what not. She was a Queen and he was her potions maker/adviser. Although... he was not sure when his roles of King got revoked. Maybe that was a different universe. Maybe they had two made up universes? Eh, who really knew?

Ophelia looked up, slightly startled by the arrival of her King. Or was he an advisor? What were they at now? This thing was getting slightly confusing, not that she was complaining. It gave the thirteen year old a chance to fill in some plot holes which her own imagination. And she had officially appointed him King Adviser. Which meant that he advised himself and her. He was important, not that the little blonde would ever tell him that. Didn't want her king/adviser getting a big head, now did she? He might try to take things over for himself, and then where would that lead her? Without help, or a train.

Also, running off? While she admitted that it was kind of cute that he cared --okay, really cute, but who was keeping tabs-- the thirteen year old couldn't help but chuckle at his remark. She knew he was only trying to help. Sometimes the school could be a dangerous place, and if keeping tabs on the little blonde Queen made him happy, then so be it. Ophelia wasn't complaining.

"I'm just a wild card, I guess." The short girl stretched out her arms and placed her book on the table like she was trying to be cool. Wild cards were cool, sometimes. Okay, to be honest, Ophelia had no idea what that meant either, though she knew her parents used it all of the time to describe her personality. Was that a good thing? Hopefully. "And besides, I'll be fine. It's you we have to worry about." She looked him straight in his blue eyes and tapped him on the shoulder. "If you ever need me to fight anybody, you let me know." And with that, she flashed her muscles in the generic power pose and smiled as wide as she could.

And about the notebook, she would have to tell him sooner or later. The original plan was to surprise him with all of the new ideas on the train ride next year, but there was a chance she was going to either lose the book or let it slip before that. And besides, as her official adviser, he was kind of right. She couldn't make any official decrees without telling him first.

"When we talked about making the new tradition, I got extremely excited. Look!" The brown journal got pushed towards him, page open to let him see her sloppy handwritten ideas.

Some of them were normal-ish, like wearing fancier clothes and having an entire compartment to themselves. And then there was the ones that involved candies. Those were the coolest. Mostly because she was hungry at the time and wanted candy. And speaking of hungry....

"When is the Feast going to start? I'm staaaaarvving." And then matter of factly, "Little people go through food twice as fast as you larger ones. I might actually die if I'm not fed soon." The word die got slightly caught in her throat, but the thirteen year old spit it out. Not a good place to talk about dying. Especially with the occasion. Ooops.

Changing the subject, Ophelia reached into her pocket and pulled out a drawing, placing it on the table next to the notebook.

"I did this for you when you went back to your house. I got bored." It was a picture of the special spot in the forest, a place where she specifically mapped out for the beauty. When her mom was younger, she went through a Bohemian phase, and during this strange period, she hung little metal charms on fish hook off of several branches from several trees. The result was little floating metal charms of elephants and fish and peace signs, all reflecting sunlight and swaying in the breeze.

Of course, her drawing could never capture the beauty, but she worked hard on it until she thought she was close. With a quick little start, she realized it was the first non-scary picture she ever gave to Austin. Hopefully this one could make him not have nightmares.

"I don't remember if I ever showed you this place, but it's somewhere in the woods behind my house. My mom set it up when she was a bit older than me, I think. They're little charms, and they're so pretty!" She smiled a bit just thinking of the place. It was her favorite on the property.

05-05-2015, 01:43 AM	#34 (permalink)
carpediem Puffskein Join Date: Nov 2013 Location: any place with food Posts: 1,172 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alessandra (Alli) Whitt First Year	Tricksy Hobbitses Quote: Originally Posted by keepmeclose22 And here they were again. After riding the carriages that pulled themselves, they were in the great hall. The candles were up, the tables were long, and the first years were looking nervous. He remembered back to his first year and how he was kind of upset to not have gotten Slytherin like his dad. Now, though, he was happy he took after his mother. But that was a thought that was too bad to think about on such a glorious evening. Okay Austin, get your mind on the situation at hand. The situation at hand was that he needed to find Ophelia. As soon as they got off the train, she bolted to the carriages. Why? Who knew. Ophelia did things her own way. But it did mean that he didn't get to sit with her on the ride over, and now couldn't find her. He stopped and looked around for a moment. Once he did finally find her, he sat down. "Merlin's beard Ophelia, come on. I know it's Hogwarts but do you really think running off is such a good idea?" Concern was in both his eyes and tone of voice. But now that he had found her, he began to relax, and his irritation started to go away. "Gosh, Third years!" He laughed and shook his head. Hopefully that lightened the mood. Austin glanced over at the list she was making. "Hey, you know, as your adviser you're not allowed to make official decrees without consulting me first." One of his favorite things about his friendship with Ophelia was that they had this whole thing going with them being royals and owning a kingdom and what not. She was a Queen and he was her potions maker/adviser. Although... he was not sure when his roles of King got revoked. Maybe that was a different universe. Maybe they had two made up universes? Eh, who really knew? Ophelia looked up, slightly startled by the arrival of her King. Or was he an advisor? What were they at now? This thing was getting slightly confusing, not that she was complaining. It gave the thirteen year old a chance to fill in some plot holes which her own imagination. And she had officially appointed him King Adviser. Which meant that he advised himself and her. He was important, not that the little blonde would ever tell him that. Didn't want her king/adviser getting a big head, now did she? He might try to take things over for himself, and then where would that lead her? Without help, or a train. Also, running off? While she admitted that it was kind of cute that he cared --okay, really cute, but who was keeping tabs-- the thirteen year old couldn't help but chuckle at his remark. She knew he was only trying to help. Sometimes the school could be a dangerous place, and if keeping tabs on the little blonde Queen made him happy, then so be it. Ophelia wasn't complaining. "I'm just a wild card, I guess." The short girl stretched out her arms and placed her book on the table like she was trying to be cool. Wild cards were cool, sometimes. Okay, to be honest, Ophelia had no idea what that meant either, though she knew her parents used it all of the time to describe her personality. Was that a good thing? Hopefully. "And besides, I'll be fine. It's you we have to worry about." She looked him straight in his blue eyes and tapped him on the shoulder. "If you ever need me to fight anybody, you let me know." And with that, she flashed her muscles in the generic power pose and smiled as wide as she could. And about the notebook, she would have to tell him sooner or later. The original plan was to surprise him with all of the new ideas on the train ride next year, but there was a chance she was going to either lose the book or let it slip before that. And besides, as her official adviser, he was kind of right. She couldn't make any official decrees without telling him first. "When we talked about making the new tradition, I got extremely excited. Look!" The brown journal got pushed towards him, page open to let him see her sloppy handwritten ideas. Some of them were normal-ish, like wearing fancier clothes and having an entire compartment to themselves. And then there was the ones that involved candies. Those were the coolest. Mostly because she was hungry at the time and wanted candy. And speaking of hungry.... "When is the Feast going to start? I'm staaaaarvving." And then matter of factly, "Little people go through food twice as fast as you larger ones. I might actually die if I'm not fed soon." The word die got slightly caught in her throat, but the thirteen year old spit it out. Not a good place to talk about dying. Especially with the occasion. Ooops. Changing the subject, Ophelia reached into her pocket and pulled out a drawing, placing it on the table next to the notebook. "I did this for you when you went back to your house. I got bored." It was a picture of the special spot in the forest, a place where she specifically mapped out for the beauty. When her mom was younger, she went through a Bohemian phase, and during this strange period, she hung little metal charms on fish hook off of several branches from several trees. The result was little floating metal charms of elephants and fish and peace signs, all reflecting sunlight and swaying in the breeze. Of course, her drawing could never capture the beauty, but she worked hard on it until she thought she was close. With a quick little start, she realized it was the first non-scary picture she ever gave to Austin. Hopefully this one could make him not have nightmares. "I don't remember if I ever showed you this place, but it's somewhere in the woods behind my house. My mom set it up when she was a bit older than me, I think. They're little charms, and they're so pretty!" She smiled a bit just thinking of the place. It was her favorite on the property. __________________ People are drawn to you because of your peaceful and nurturing persona. While quite softspoken, you put the needs of others above your own needs and show a real empathy for all living things. Your warm heart could keep a blizzard away.