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Deezerz · 02-22-2017, 02:58 AM

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Originally Posted by FwooperOnYourLeft

Azura was looking forward to this Hogsmeade trip and as she walked along the street she smiled a bit as a wave of nostalgia swept over her..

This was where it had happened.

A smile was still playing over her lips as she moved towards a brick well and gently ran her small fingers over the masonry there. She smiled as she saw a few pieces chipped off of it and she gently picked one up and placed it in her pocket..

That was going to be for a later present..

She leaned on the bricks with a slightly goofy smile on her face as she scanned the crowd for a certain someone..

The last time the young Baltazar had wandered down this very road to Hogsmeade he'd been wearing a firm scowl. His hands had been curled tightly at his sides. Eyes stormy, swirling emeralds. He had been ready. Back in his dorm, Cornelius Orion Baltazar had prepared himself to tell Azura off.

He was going to give her a piece of her mind. Oh yes, he was. He remembers how the words had bubbled in his throat, how they were ready to burst.

Then he saw her.

Sitting by her lonesome self inside the Three Broomsticks. His heart had given this great leap, and for a moment, the boy had to stop and breathe. His breath hadn't been the only thing Azura has stolen.

The memory rushed through his mind as he strode down that same path. This time, his arms swung lazily at his sides, his eyes gleamed a cheery green; and upon his lips danced lazy smile. Merlin, it was a great day to be him!

Coming to a quiet stop, Cornelius observed Azura, her hand reaching out to touch the brick wall he had punched in the throes of a broken heart. Looking back at it now it felt cool. The pain then, that hadn't been cool.

Glancing down at his knuckles, a bit of a scar on them, he flexed his fingers and grinned. Stop grinning so much, Baltazar, he berated himself. People were going to start to think that was his permanent face.

"What d'you think about me trying my right hook on it? Maybe it'll make an even bigger dent," he teased, coming to a stop just a few steps in front of her.

Don't go googly-eyes, Cornelius...not yet.

Wait a minute, at least.

02-22-2017, 02:58 AM	#43 (permalink)
Deezerz Mooncalf Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Camp Half-Blood Posts: 7,755 Hogwarts RPG Name: Antonella Carrow Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Azrael Carrow Slytherin Fifth Year x8	That's Rough Buddy \| Be the Flower \| Moon & Stars Quote: Originally Posted by FwooperOnYourLeft Azura was looking forward to this Hogsmeade trip and as she walked along the street she smiled a bit as a wave of nostalgia swept over her.. This was where it had happened. A smile was still playing over her lips as she moved towards a brick well and gently ran her small fingers over the masonry there. She smiled as she saw a few pieces chipped off of it and she gently picked one up and placed it in her pocket.. That was going to be for a later present.. She leaned on the bricks with a slightly goofy smile on her face as she scanned the crowd for a certain someone.. The last time the young Baltazar had wandered down this very road to Hogsmeade he'd been wearing a firm scowl. His hands had been curled tightly at his sides. Eyes stormy, swirling emeralds. He had been ready. Back in his dorm, Cornelius Orion Baltazar had prepared himself to tell Azura off. He was going to give her a piece of her mind. Oh yes, he was. He remembers how the words had bubbled in his throat, how they were ready to burst. Then he saw her. Sitting by her lonesome self inside the Three Broomsticks. His heart had given this great leap, and for a moment, the boy had to stop and breathe. His breath hadn't been the only thing Azura has stolen. The memory rushed through his mind as he strode down that same path. This time, his arms swung lazily at his sides, his eyes gleamed a cheery green; and upon his lips danced lazy smile. Merlin, it was a great day to be him! Coming to a quiet stop, Cornelius observed Azura, her hand reaching out to touch the brick wall he had punched in the throes of a broken heart. Looking back at it now it felt cool. The pain then, that hadn't been cool. Glancing down at his knuckles, a bit of a scar on them, he flexed his fingers and grinned. Stop grinning so much, Baltazar, he berated himself. People were going to start to think that was his permanent face. "What d'you think about me trying my right hook on it? Maybe it'll make an even bigger dent," he teased, coming to a stop just a few steps in front of her. Don't go googly-eyes, Cornelius...not yet. Wait a minute, at least. __________________