Wooden Bridge A covered bridge of questionable construction that connects the courtyard to the rest of the grounds, this rickety bridge has been damaged and repaired many times over, the most recent major incident being its total collapse during the battle at Hogwarts in 2104. The structure was ultimately brought down by fire and duel, an incident which was not without casualties. |
open post Stepping just onto the bridge Charlie sat down with her legs between the slats. She wasn't super outdoorsy but she needed the fresh air. Things felt tense and it was only the first week. Seriously this was going to be a long term if things kept up like this. Flipping her bouncy curls over her shoulders she took a deep breath of the fresh air. The air felt clarifying to her soul... well calming might have been the better way to look at it. She was getting excited though. Her brother would be here next term. She couldn't wait for that at all, even though he'd be a little first year. |
Ever since running or walking around the grounds in the name of physical fitness had stopped being necessary, Nem tended to stay inside the castle, other than for certain lessons, collecting resources from around the grounds, or what the Headsman so wittily referred to as 'running away'. Even Lucien wasn't out here much anymore; Nem kept him close. Not today, however. No Luciens of the kneazle or the human variety were seen to accompany Nemesis as they stepped onto the wooden bridge at the end where it met the rest of the grounds. They swept down the bridge, passing the one point - with which they associated a pair of wide, bright blue eyes, and a cherry wand - without so much as a pause or a blink. Did not stop, in fact, until they reached Rivers, who had been visible from the other end of the bridge. "See anything interesting," Nem asked her, though in a tone so flat it hardly sounded like a question at all. |
Hearing a voice her head whipped to the side seeing Nemesis. What were they doing out here? Well she could ask herself the same question. Instead of going with her first instinct to the statement she glanced up since they weren't going to sit down any time soon. "Nothing more than the usual. Suppose that's good." She was tired of interesting. She was ready for calm, and cool, and a slightly less adventurous year. |
True enough, Nem had no intention of sitting down, but that was only because that day had found them in a more restless state than usual. Not the poorly regulated toddler kind, which they knew well from past experience with their youngest siblings. It was more in the sense that if they did not keep up some kind of motion - be it physical or mental - they... well, Nem wasn't one hundred percent sure of what would happen. They'd never let it reach that point before, and for good reason. Standing was fine, so long as the conversation was decent. Judgement pending. Nem joined Rivers at the side of the bridge, leant against the side, and looked down into the chasm that dropped steeply away below. "Suppose," they said, without clear conviction. "Careful though, yeah. This bridge can be deadly." And, just for the record, wicked boring also. Unlike Rivers, when Nem stood here and took in the sights, they didn't yearn for a calm and quiet year, but experienced a sort of bereft recollection of the last time they'd really felt alive. The irony. They drummed their fingers incessantly on the wooden railing. "What do you do for fun, Charlie?" |
Kicking her feet one last time before shifting to a standing position. It was no fun to have to constantly look up at someone you were talking to. Taking the opposite side of the bridge she leaned against it gingerly afraid she'd fall backwards. It was a wonder that Nem was always moving. staying in motion. It baffled her that they were always into something. Sighing she huffed a bit because the whole castle could be deadly, no? "That said, the whole castle is kind of deadly if we're being honest." But at this point what was safer? It seemed like everywhere there was a large risk of death. Okay maybe she was just extra cynical. "Fun?" Oh... What had she done for fun before everything else. She wasn't a wild child like the 'bad crowd' she didn't always study like the nerds. What was it she did for fun aside from sit up in the astronomy tower for hours and hours. "To be honest, I roam around a lot to see things and people. Create clothing for when we're not in our uniforms." She left off the fact that normally she was chasing her twin brothers around at home trying to prevent a huge fire from happening where they were concerned. All that to say she sounded boring with a capital B. |
"That's true. Anyone could bring, say, a stone pillar down on someone else at any moment." Anyone could collapse a bridge. Anyone could destroy walls and make deadly projectiles out of the rubble. Few would, but anyone feasibly could. "I'm surprised nobody's had a mishap with the moving staircases yet. And we do have that one actively homicidal tree." But that was just Hogwarts. No. No, Nem had been thinking about more specific, unexpected incidents up on this bridge. The greater good old days, and all that. Given all the huffing and puffing over there, Rivers was too busy being a Teenager™ to have given it much thought. Fun. Nem gave a nod to confirm - just taking a survey, see - but the Gryffindor's answers got them nowhere. "Oh. Cool." This time, the lack of conviction really was clear, and it sounded very much as though 'boring with a capital B' was a familiar sentiment. Arms folded across their chest, they drummed on their thin bicep, and made like they were about to say something. Bit then they stopped, maintained their silence, and staring directly at Rivers without really seeing her as they hunsted down the evasive thought. |
Her eyes continued to watch them carefully as they continued to speak. He had a point those staircases were menaces, and if you didn't time it just right poof there you go you're gone and have to spend twice as long to get where you're going. "That tree is horrible and shouldn't even be there." She partially mumbled because she hadn't been paying any attention once and nearly got taken out by it. Sigh she learned that lesson quickly. The half hearted response to her answer of what she liked to do made her eyes narrow and stare directly at Nem. What did her answer matter. And if she knew he was surveying students what for? What exactly was he up to? because he is the reason that Gryffindor had to start the term off with a negative point balance. |
For little Miss Valentina Nichols! Between schoolwork and worrying over the NEWTs she was pretty certain she would fail, Cece needed a break. Deciding fresh air was also on the menu for a better headspace, the blonde headed outside with no real destination in mind. Wandering could be nice sometimes, you know? After slipping through a crowded courtyard, the seventh year found herself on the bridge, pausing in the middle to just..be. The bridge was still standing after so much had happened to it just like Hogwarts would still be standing long after she was gone and it just made her feel a lot. Gosh she was emo lately. |
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After vaguely walking around for a while, she found herself at the bridge. Oh, no. One of her least favourite places at school. It was old and creaky - always looked like it was going to collapse any second. Um no, she should leave. But, Val wasn't alone. --- WAIT. OHHH. OMG. She knew who the older girl was, obviously. Everybody did. Cece was the most beautiful girl at school!! Wow. Should she introduce herself? Or maybe the older girl wanted to be alone. She stood by the entrance to the bridge, feeling extremely unsure. But, WOW. She was so pretty! |
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”You’re Valentina, right?” |
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WOW. She knew her name!! OMG! "Yes! And you are Cece, right??" |
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"That's me," She confirmed. "Just out for a walk? It's a nice day for it. Little cold, but that's never bothered me much." Besides, cozy clothes were lovely. Like wearing a warm hug around with you wherever you went. |
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"You like the cold then??" Valentina looked at her, slightly wide eyed. She was definitely a summer person - never really liked the cold. "Are you a winter person?" |
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Really. Narrowed eyes and dagger-glares were not exactly a new experience for Nemesis, but it was notable how often it happened these days when there was little cause for it. Maybe it was because everyone here was so touchy - the Gryffindors especially - but maybe it was something else. They met Rivers' stare across the bridge with not the slightest change in their own expression, other than that now it seemed more they were looking at her, rather than through her. "Yes?" |
Open to anyone! Heights were something that had never really bothered her, even on this rickety Walking the grounds of Hogwarts was something she’d always loved whether it was in waist heigh snow or brightest of sunshine so seeing her here wasn’t out of the norm, even if the bridge did look as though it was about to fall over at a moments notice. No, today what might stand out to those who know Ingrid Luck was the lack of a sketch book clasped in her hands or a paint brush which was typically tucked behind her ear. Although, that may have been to do with the fact that there wasn’t really anywhere to sit or lean said sketchbook on. Taking a deep breath, Ingrid let the cold winter air fills her lungs and closed her eyes before eventually, she began to make her way across the bridge and back towards the castle. It might almost be spring but Scotland in winter was still a little too chilly for her. |
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He could only imagine it would be. But he also didn't LIKE to imagine, which was why he avoided this area. As he jogged a bit more to catch up with Pads, he could see another figure on the bridge as well. And the closer the male Nam and cat got, he was able to recognize that it was a known figure and Ingrid was also out for a stroll. He decided it didn't hurt to try to catch up and offer a greeting, which was exactly what he did. "Hi Ingrid. Just out for a walk?" |
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“Oh, hey Evan. What are you…,” but her voice trailed off when she noticed the Padme walking past them both, apparently sure of the path she was walking. “I guess I know what you’re up to now,” she laughed, her eyes following the creature as they always did whenever there was any type of animal or magical creature in the vicinity. “I’m just kind of out here looking for some new inspiration. Different places to draw or some patterns of designs in nature. And also, y’know, fresh air.”. She needn’t go into her being ill and not being able to breath through her nose for days on end or the fact that she had been a snot rocket machine. No. Despite knowing Evan since her first year at Hogwarts, he didn’t need that much detail. |
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He wasn't sure he realized Ingrid had been into drawing as well, a recent past time for him. But then again, he also probably hadn't spent near enough time trying to get to know Ingrid either. He tended to do that a lot with his peers, even with trying to be exponentially better than he had before. "New perspective can certainly help with creativity. What do you usually focus on drawing?" |
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With a nod and smile, she simply nodded towards some of the plants that were starting to sprout up around them as the winter cold slowly started to subside. “There’s some really cool patterns around here when you look really close at things but I guess you’ve got to really kind of…stop and look,” which a lot people didn’t really do. “I really enjoy designing patterns for clothes. Like dresses and different things, y’know? I’m still working on actually putting them on things though,” she continued, aware that she didn’t actually spend much time with Evan despite them being in the same house and the same year. Suddenly feeling slightly more shy than previous for some reason, she quickly turned her attention to the route they were walking. |
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He followed the head nod, looking towards the plants she had pointed out and pausing to look at them as well. It was nice to see such a mundane looking plant still out and surviving on Hogwarts grounds. It gave some hope. "I've only just started trying to doodle so... I guess I haven't really stopped to look yet. But you're right. Even just the pattern of the veins in these leaves." He squatted for a second to look at it better, petting the cat as she came over as well. Hearing her mention her interest in design, he stood back up and glanced back over towards her, walking again. "Design? Did you assist with the designs as well then last term for the play?" He knew there had been a lot of opportunity for that as well, though he hadn't noticed who went where outside of his own grouping. |
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Eying the plant some more, noting the little patterns and the way the veins on the leaves protruded in some places more than others, she couldn’t help but smile at the little thing. Maybe she’d come back and make a rubbing of the design in her book. “It’s cool that you’ve started though. What do you enjoy drawing? Or doodling?” She simply couldn’t resist looking at art no matter how mundane or basic it may be, not that she was saying his was of course. Hearing his question set off a series of events in Ingrid as she eyed him for a moment. First, the blush. Then the reactionary look down before finally, the look away and mumble quickly. “I thought about it. Even turned up for the auditions but I guess…” Pausing for a moment before she continued “Sometimes, I get a little embarrassed about sharing my ideas. With one or two people, I’m usually fine but the idea of something of mine being put on show for the whole school…no thank you.” Backing out after agreeing to do something wasn’t something that she took lightly or something that was easy to do for her because she could be stubborn when she wanted to be but the idea simply did not agree with her, much to her own, and her father’s dismay. |
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Art had been immensely helpful in him working through things in his own head, so he was also glad he'd started and that Ash had encouraged him. Something he was very thankful for, though he wasn't sure he'd told her that yet. "Well, actually I started with just trying to sketch out all the runes around the castle grounds. There's an awful lot of them." But he was rubbish at Runes so that had soon lost it's charm based on the fact studying them had actually been near impossible after. A fact he did not relish. "But I've started trying to sketch some of the creatures around the grounds. Or sometimes some tattoo type design." Merely for the fun of it all. He was not good -- at least he didn't think he was -- but his friends had been kind in their remarks. Granted, he figured they were also biased though. ...He eyed her curiously at her reaction to his question, brow furrowing a bit as he wondered if that was something he should not have been asking about. But as she spoke more... he did kind of get it. His friends on one on one bases were find to show his sketchbook too. But would he pull it out in class to show a group of his peers? The likelihood was no. Even with their more artsy craft projects, he'd chosen to do things that were easy and took very little skill or effort so that he didn't have to open himself up to any type of ridicule. While he imagined Ingrid was good at what she did - he also knew that didn't always help with putting people at ease. "That's understandable. It is a lot of exposure, and if you weren't ready for it yet - you weren't. I'm sure there will be other opportunities in the future." Headmaster Trent did like the drama club, after all. |
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The runes around the castle were interesting but it was never quite enough for her to really spend a lot of times drawing. She preferred patterns, something that nature provided for her. “Well there’s enough of them around the castle so you’re not going to run out anytime soon. Have you find any really interesting ones?” There must have been some that not many people had found. Hogwarts always seemed to have a lot of secrets although she herself had never really found any. Or looked. Creatures however were more her thing. “Oooo, which ones have you tried to sketch so far. I’ve really been trying to catch the unicorns on the edge of the forest but they don’t really come close to the edge,”. It was a little embarrassing to admit out loud but not in a terrible, hide your face in the sand way. No. Hide your face in the sand was reserved for showing her ideas in front of everyone. Talking in front of everyone. Fine. Acting even…wasn’t a massive stretch. Showing her ideas? No thank you, even though if she wanted to continue with this outside of Hogwarts, she’d have to, eventually. “Maybe in the future,” she agreed, looking up now from the cold, hard ground. “Around you going to share yours? Y’know, your tattoo ideas or runes? Turn into some kind of tattoo artist or something?” She looked him up and down for a moment and almost laughed as she imagined him head to toe, covered in tattoos. |
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Hopefully. There were SO many runes around the castle. He'd been surprised. "The ones in the courtyard are interesting. If you stare at it hard enough you can find patterns to them, but... I still haven't figured out what it means." Probably because he was rubbish with Runes, which was why he'd dropped the class this term. Which ones? He flushed a bit, realizing how predictable his answer probably was. "The Kneazles. I've spent a good amount of time with them. Claudine introduced me to this really regal looking one, President." And he'd been a very willing model during his doodle sessions outdoors. "The unicorns would be amazing though. It's too bad we can't venture even a little further into the forest." He understood why, but disappointment could still exist. Was he going to share his? Evan truly didn't have a problem sharing his, but considering he knew his skill level was not up to par to most artists he had no goals of using it for a career. Maybe art therapy like he'd talked about with friends before, but perhaps not still. It all depended on if he wanted to explore his interest in muggle Psychology or if he wanted to pursue a magical career with creatures. It was all... very up in the air for him. "I don't think I'd ever actually be good enough to sell any of my pieces, or put something forever on another persons body. But I don't mind showing people my artwork, and I have tried doodling my own pieces to use the tattoo charm on for my skin." He was sure people didn't think tattoos seemed like a very Evan Nam type of aesthetic, but truthfully... he loved them and fully planned on getting his first once he'd turned 17. Though thankfully he had time to figure out what he wanted before then. |
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