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Kimothy · Yesterday, 09:30 PM

Text Cut: tentacle babie

Daciana had shifted into a comfortable sitting position on the branch she'd chosen when she finally let her notebook and pen out so she could write. The most she'd written was 'Dear Mum and Tată, I am doing okay but' until her attention had been drawn towards...

...A dude. A drawn-out duuuuude. Verbally, and physically.

She watched him carefully, only for a moments, trying to recall if she knew him. From a class? No, definitely not. He wasn't a classmate - Daciana did not forget names or faces. Thus, she decided not to draw attention to herself and proceed with writing her letter home. Except now she wasn't sure what she wanted to continue the sentence with. But? What but? Now she'd have to improvise and think of the but-that-got-away.

And then there was said dude hovering beside her, which she hadn't expected. Most people would just get on with their day, gawk at the oak tree if they were a new student, and climb at their own pace. Other people were like this boy. That's okay. Company wasn't unwanted at the moment. "Hello." She said, finally taking him in. It is confirmed. He was not familiar to her, except for the fact that he was on one of the Quidditch teams, it would seem. What style? She was wearing what was quite literally some very basic clothing - a jumper, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. "Uhm. Thank you." The compliment wasn't necessary.

And 'style' and 'location' weren't synonyms. So.

But he seemed nice for now, so the blond just offered him a little smile. Full names in the first two minutes. Felt like something. "Daciana Romanos. Nice to meet you, too." The more she spoke, the more noticeable her mixed accent probably was - because while she was born and raised in England, she lived in a multilingual household and she had family in Eastern Europe. Still, Daciana considered him for another moment. "Are you new here?" He didn't look like a first year, but he'd been wow-ed by the climbing tree, which made him sound like a walking new kid alert. No judgment.

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,979 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Miles Charlton Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Bisan Helena Bellaire Hufflepuff First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Clementine Adams-Sayse Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Daciana Romanos Ravenclaw Second Year x12	Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Text Cut: tentacle babie Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Quidditch practice had ended nearly half an hour ago. Which meant he should have already been back inside the castle and getting ready for his tutoring session. Instead, here he was taking what could generously be described as the scenic route. The broom was technically tucked beneath one arm... for some of the time, at least. You see, he kept alternating between walking and hopping onto it for short bursts of flight whenever the mood struck him. Twenty feet through the air. Back to walking. Another lazy lift over a bush followed by a slow loop around absolutely nothing. Back to walking again. Maybe he would just skip the stairs entirely today and just fly up to Gryffindor Tower... CJ's stride stuttered as the enormous oak caught his attention from halfway across the field. "*Yo ― duuuuuuuuude." His path altered immediately and wandered closer with his broom balanced across his shoulders behind his neck, both arms draped over it lazily as he craned his head upward through the canopy. "Holy —" The rest died in his throat when movement caught his eye. Movement belonging to a blonde girl, specifically. He stopped beneath the branches and squinted upward at her for a moment before, without a second thought, CJ swung onto his broom and kicked off from the grass in a smooth rise adjacent to the branches until he hovered roughly level with her perch, one foot hooked casually over the broom handle while the other dangled freely beneath him. "Hey there," he grinned, extending a hand toward her from where he hovered beside the branch. "I like your style." Meaning the location. "CJ Miller. Nice to meetcha." Another blonde British (question mark?) girl. Would he go three for three or would he experience his first miracle at Hogwarts? Daciana had shifted into a comfortable sitting position on the branch she'd chosen when she finally let her notebook and pen out so she could write. The most she'd written was 'Dear Mum and Tată, I am doing okay but' until her attention had been drawn towards... ...A dude. A drawn-out duuuuude. Verbally, and physically. She watched him carefully, only for a moments, trying to recall if she knew him. From a class? No, definitely not. He wasn't a classmate - Daciana did not forget names or faces. Thus, she decided not to draw attention to herself and proceed with writing her letter home. Except now she wasn't sure what she wanted to continue the sentence with. But? What but? Now she'd have to improvise and think of the but-that-got-away. And then there was said dude hovering beside her, which she hadn't expected. Most people would just get on with their day, gawk at the oak tree if they were a new student, and climb at their own pace. Other people were like this boy. That's okay. Company wasn't unwanted at the moment. "Hello." She said, finally taking him in. It is confirmed. He was not familiar to her, except for the fact that he was on one of the Quidditch teams, it would seem. What style? She was wearing what was quite literally some very basic clothing - a jumper, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. "Uhm. Thank you." The compliment wasn't necessary. And 'style' and 'location' weren't synonyms. So. But he seemed nice for now, so the blond just offered him a little smile. Full names in the first two minutes. Felt like something. "Daciana Romanos. Nice to meet you, too." The more she spoke, the more noticeable her mixed accent probably was - because while she was born and raised in England, she lived in a multilingual household and she had family in Eastern Europe. Still, Daciana considered him for another moment. "Are you new here?" He didn't look like a first year, but he'd been wow-ed by the climbing tree, which made him sound like a walking new kid alert. No judgment. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell...*_________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories