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Gone are the days of darkness and fear. Times plagued with horrors and nightmares, torture and deceit. No longer does one have to fear their heritage, their lifestyle, their neighbors, because the Wizarding World has been living blissfully in peace. For twenty-five years, since the fateful defeat of Lord Voldemort by the heroic Harry Potter, there has been no sign of darkness, nothing that could get through the veil of safety and happiness cloaking the world.

Because of this, a new legacy is rising in Hogwarts. The Marauders had their legacy. Harry Potter and his friends had theirs. Now, a new legacy is taking their place in the school. Everyone knows who they are - they're not famous. They're just a little notorious for being loud and having parties and living up their lives. Who can blame them?

This isn't about their legacy, though. This is a new generation, a new group of students. Sure, no one is overcoming dark patches and evil dark deeds, but they're overcoming O.W.L.s, heart break, love blossom, friendship, and those nasty bullies. They're managing school and life. Parties and studying. Dancing and detention.

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The year is 2022, twenty-five years past the defeat of Lord Voldemort. During these twenty-five years has reigned peace and prosperity. The Ministry of Magic leads and does a wonderful job at protecting the people and keeping crime at bay, allowing good and light to continue to shine. Our RP itself takes place in the halls of Hogwarts, the ever-studious and academically inclined school of witchcraft and wizardy...

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This is one of those tales of coming to age and growing up. Of living your life the way you want and letting nothing come in the way. And also, of facing your fears. Because nothing stays good for long. Even the best apple can spoil...

The Headmistress is named Professor Natiya (Nat-ee-ya) VaamWront.


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OoC: -shnuggles up to Quentin but gets a deathglare from Mozzie- Hmph. <.< Not like SHE'S doing anything about it. Bwahaha!

What else was grey? Hmm... owls, mice, elephants, rhinos, hippos... "Bunnies! They're grey! So, see, Inez! You weren't turning into a troll, you were turning into a bunny rabbit!" A bunny rabbit was much better than a troll and would probably calm Inez down. At least in the future, she'd think bunnies if anyone told her she looked a bit grey or under the weather.

Linking her arm through Inez's, Mozzie wiggled a little, bumping the other girl with her hip. "Any idea where the others are? Maybe we'll just stay out here and dance around for a bit. Looks like it's going to rain again." What was new? They were in Scotland - if it wasn't drizzling then the heat was humid and sticky. This way, at least the air was cool and though the gusty breeze was chilly, it wasn't strong. Though, the rain probably wouldn't come until late that night; the dark clouds were far off in the distance.

"Don't worry - we'll all hang out in one of the corridors, kay? We'll bring pillows and blankets and energy drinks! And then Boo can bring her Wireless Wizarding Network! And we'll sing and study and dance around, alright? It'll be fun!" Chatterbox Mozzie took off, her voice raising with excitement as everyone knew of. She was well known around the school for being loud or jingly or chattery or all of the above and fortunately, most people had learned to tune her out of ignore her bursts of energy.



Tristan was one of those people. Mind, upon the bloom of friendship with Boo their first year and the meeting of hyper, loud, mouthy Mozzie and her weirdly quiet companion Nolan, Tristan learned very early on that you had to ignore those you didn't want to put up with. It wasn't that he didn't like his friends - of course he did! They would know if he didn't and he would make a point to evade them at all costs. But his patience easily wore thin and he often had other thoughts to think.

He would, of course, be seated along with his wacky friends as they danced around and occasionally studied. In his mind, he could picture Nolan, torn between the decision to call the thing off and to play with his friends (and Tristan was sure that in the end, he would choose to play over his Prefect job). Inez's face would scrunch up in confusion and Quentina and Mozzie would have to help. Boo, of course, would beg Tristan to dance and tug on his arm until he stood and twirled her, allowing her dance around him, flitting about like a weird, uncoordinated, ungraceful butterfly. A soft smile crossed his face - the thing he loved most about his best friend was her incredible sense of uncoordination. Despite how perfect and confident she liked to be, he found flaws to be cute.

And though the party would probably drive him crazy and keep him up late and maybe give him a headache, therefore making him cranky in the morning, he was sure it'd be fun.


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Sleep was calling with an alluring and enticing song. It was like angels and bells and warm and made Nolan's mind fuzzy and tingly. Quentin's response sounded like it was under water, though he was able to comprehend it, it was hard. Like when you had just woken up and your mind was slow and laggy and having problems putting thoughts and ideas together. Poor Nolan was struggling not to sleep and to keep up conversation with the other boy.

He was probably right, too. About Inez, that was. Somehow, Nolan couldn't picture the girl furiously scribbling away at homework, determined but lost look upon her face, either. Her personality just didn't call for it. She was probably out, scouring the halls of Hogwarts for the latest gossip to report at dinner.

Come to think of it... as a Prefect... Inez might be of use...

Slowly, the silence lulled the boy and he felt himself drifting to the edge of conciousness. That warm, fuzzy feeling was enveloping him and Dylan's purr in his ear was tugging him further and further...

And then Quentin's voice interrupted. Nolan started, a visible full-body twitch jerked his body.

"Ohm?" he asked, his mouth thick and words mumbled. "Ohm yeah... homework... lots it... so much... pile.. moun'ain uh stuff..." Mumble mumble.


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For now, Ollie decided it best to leave the artist be. He himself detested being disturbed while in the middle of work and he'd rather not have his head chewed off by a shy, quiet Hufflepuff all for speaking and disturbing her groove. After all, he himself would chew off the head of anyone who dared to try speaking to him or catching his attention whlile he was in the zone. Sometimes, it was just hard to even get into that zone, let alone keep it flowing at a usable pace.

Even still, watching her paint made that artistic feeling itch in his fingers again. Standing there, eyeing the lake, the grey sky's reflection and the gold that cast out in streaky rays, Ollie wrinkled his nose, debating. And he decided that, he too, might as well excercise the restless artist within him. Maybe he could paint away his Hannie pains. Surely, surely it would be impossible to merely cast them away with charcoal, but maybe he could find a beauty in his torn, battered, and beaten heart?

Flicking his floppy locks of hair from his eyes, he hiked up his bag on his shoulder, patted it gently, and shuffled down the corridor to find the Entrance to the school. Maybe he'd set up in the courtyard. Or over near the orchard - the horizon behind them had a fantastic view of hills in the far distance that would be easy enough to practice on.

As he shuffled outside, he raised his hand to wave at Mozzie, Tristan and Inez and hurridly moved on - if he lingered, surely Mozzie would pounce him and force him to "play" and the impatient artist twitching within was not fond of that idea. All day he'd yearned to break free and now was his chance. For a little while, he walked around, the breeze gently playing with his hair, tossing the locks across his face or whipping them back, depeding upon his direction.

Eventually, he paused and set up "camp" a short distance from the lake, hopefully out of the zone of Curly. Seating himself on the ground, he pulled a sketch pad from his bag and set it in his lap. Digging through a pocket, he withdrew a small satchel and out of it came his trusty charcaol. Ahh, now he felt complete.
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Looking up from her homework, she glanced around the quiet common room. Did the place just empty out all of a sudden? Why? Trying to find the source of why everyone left, her brown eyes scanned the surrouding area, and rested on the person across from her.

Arianna muffled a laugh as she noticed Nolan practically asleep in the common room armchair. "Why don't you go to bed?" She suggested, surprised at herself for speaking up to talk to someone she barely knew. "If Inez comes back, I'll tell her to find you." She offered. She really couldn't bear to see Nolan so tired because she knew exactly how he felt at times.
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OoC: LOLz! Though same with Quentin for that matter!

Bunnies! She hadn't thought of those!! That was a much more happy thought and made her eyes widen with glee. "I LOVE bunnies! I've always wanted one, but my mom wouldn't let me because she thinks that Girard is enough... So if it turned into a bunny I wouldn't need one anymore!" Inez beamed, having excitement leaping off of every word. "So if I turn into a bunny some day then I'll need... people instead! Girard won't work... So I could have you and Quentin! And Boo and Tristan and Nolan! OH! And Ollie and..." she trailed off, still trying to number them all off on her fingers. With a giggle she stopped thinking about who would be her pet humans and stated, "Geee I'll have lots!" Followed by another giggle. "Pluuuus, for luck I can just rub my own foot!"

Inez shook her head, before looking up into the sky. Mozzie was like a weather man! Well... person. Nezzy could never tell when it was going to rain or when it was going to be hot and icky. She could probably tell you once it was the way it was! Did that count? But rain? Blech. Unlike Boo and Mozzie and maybe even Nolan, she hated the whole 'rain concept'. She always thought of it as someone's furry or joke to put a damper on her fun times!

Dancing and pillows and singing and more dancing and music. That, however, all sounded fantastic! Inez looked away from the sky and beamed at Mozzie again and moved her hips around along with her free arm to a song that clearly was in her head. "Ooooo! Can I bring the drinks?! Is it tonight?? For all the partying and studying and no rain with big fluffy feather pillows?" She blinked excitedly, happy to listen.

Inez didn't usually mind when Mozzie went on her big rantings and excitements. It always made her happy since Mozzie's excited tones and moods almost seemed to rub off onto her like she was some kind of human spoung. And what wasn't there to like about taking parties and dancing??

Sadly, Inez didn't notice Ollie as he passed them all. Though... maybe that was better for him. Teehee.


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Quentin pressed his lips together for a moment to keep the chuckle that threatened to jump out from escaping. He hadn't noticed Nolan slowly drifting away in the time he had kept his eyes on the fireplace... The jerk of the boy's body was one of the things he wished he could get a picture of. He smirked.

As usual, he didn't say much in response. "First day really that tiring?" he asked, rhetorically. He clearly found it rather amusing.

Usually, their whole group never seemed to really tire or wear down in any way. The girls, particularly, were rather spastic. Mozzie especially. She was always so chatty and energetic, and though normally he would find that sort of thing straight out pugnatious, he found himself thinking it was kind of cute. It's actually part of what he liked about Inez as well... She had what he didn't. And to be quite honest, he couldn't picture any of them any other way.

Slowly, Quentin stood up. "Well... I'd sleep before Mozzie finds her way in here.." he advised him with a soft, low voice. At this point he wasn't even really all that sure if Nolan could fully make out what he was saying anymore. But once Mozzie came, there would be no resting, he felt sure.

With a short sigh, a small wave to the others, and a "I'll be back in a bit.." to follow, he headed out of the common room in search of Inez and anyone else she might be with.
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Eventually, he paused and set up "camp" a short distance from the lake, hopefully out of the zone of Curly. Seating himself on the ground, he pulled a sketch pad from his bag and set it in his lap. Digging through a pocket, he withdrew a small satchel and out of it came his trusty charcaol. Ahh, now he felt complete.
As always, the painting was taking quite some time and that wasn't just because her mind kept drifting from numbness to Ollie and back again though that was probably the main cause of it. No, she had always been a slow painter who liked to observe things in order to preserve as much detail as possible. Not that she could do it perfectly when her mind was obviously more keen on doing something else.

Still, Roísin kept carassing the canvas with her paintbrush, placing one colour over another without particular attention.

Sometimes, a breeze or two would hit her hair, making the red curls cover her eyes and that did nothing but slow the process of painting as she placed the paintbrush down to place the curls behind her ears again and again and again. Had she not heard Ollie's words earlier about her hair, she certainly would now be on her path to the Hufflepuff Common Room to get one of her hats for they would surely take hold of her hair.

Why she wouldn't go there, now that he was not nearby, she did not know for certain. Or better, she had no logical answer, for she was only rellying on the thought that he might be going there any time and, silly as it might sound, she wanted him to notice her, to walk to her, to sit next to her and to talk to her and she did not care one bit if he disturbed her. Nevertheless, she had to admit that fetching a hat was a quite attractive idea for she would not only get something that would stop her hair from moving, but she could also stop by the kitchens and get some pie. Well, the lessons had made her hungry.

It was during one of these times when she was putting the curls in the right place that she saw him. There he was, sitting motionless near the lake. She had been right. He had come too. How wouldn't he anyway when the sky looked so beautiful? That time of the day was the best one when it came to painting and she was certain he wouldn't want to miss the shift of colours.

Smiling to herself, Roísin couldn't help but stare at him, absolutely mesmerized, her paintbrush dead in mid-air, as she watched him draw.
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OoC: Ahh… we have characters out of our control who are too shy/scared (?) to make a move. Oh dear oh my. XD First things first. I LOVE Quentin's low, quiet voice. I can hear it in my mind MRAWR:3 Secondly, I had too much fun writing this post :3

Eagerly, Mozzie nodded her head along as Inez babbled. Oh, how Mozzie knew the woes of parental control over animal allowance well. At home, her only pet was her ickle owl, Tiny Tot. There was no more room for anything else – there was no room for anything else with her four brothers and their two cats, snake and dog, and her mother’s cat. Her father put a firm foot down. There would be no room to squeeze in a bunny, even if she begged. (To be honest, Mozzie never got her way by begging.)

Now Mozzie was laughing, tipping her head back as she pictured a bunny rabbit-Inez, big floppy ears, large thumpy feet, with her and Quentin and Boo and Tristan and Ollie on leashes. The image got better when bunny-Inez reached down and rubbed her own foot. Oh, it was too good. Sitting there, giggling to herself, she could feel Tristan’s curious eyes on her.

“Of course you can bring the drinks!” crooned Mozzie, wiggling her hips as she danced around, leaping and pirouetting. Now she felt happy and excited, too. Inez was still babbling and Mozzie was tuning her out because her own babbles were building. “Dancing and pillows and blankets in the hallway with homework and music and fun and drinks. Do you think we can get Quentin to dance? He never dances.”


“Don’t force him to dance.”

“Why not? He never dances! Quentin has to dance, at least once! It’s… it’s like a rule or something. How come we’ve never seen him dance? Can he dance, Inez? Have you seen him dance?”

“Mozzie just…”

But Mozzie was already off and twirling Inez again. Giggling, she crooned happily, humming and prattling off about fluffy pillows and cookies and the House Elves donating snacks.

Tristan sighed, shaking his head. There she went again, being her usual Mozzie self. He had been waiting (reluctantly, mind) for her to return to her full, babbling self. Soon, he’d probably get to witness a Nolan-jumping-Mozzie-and-covering-her-mouth scene. Or so he could hope. Hehe.

A shadow passed over suddenly and he looked up to find that somehow, silently, Boo had appeared before them. She, too, didn’t seem fully herself. The bow tied in her hair with her scarf had something sparkly, but the sun hardly glinted off it. Her hair wasn’t perfectly groomed and she was still only in her uniform. Standing there, she looked like just some random tiny kid. Before he could speak, though, she opened her mouth.


“Do any of you know how to cut hair?”

Blink blink.

“What are you talking about, Boo?”


Mozzie froze, turning to eye Boo with wide eyes, her mouth gaping. “…cut… your hair?”

Boo nodded. “Mmmhm. I think I want to cut my hair,” she explained in a voice of nonchalance. “A pixie cut, you know? That cute one, with the little bangs and the front is long and curls under your chin and it gets shorter in the back? That’s what I want, I think. Something new. Cute. And springy.”

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Somebody was talking to him. That much Nolan was aware of, but anything else, he wasn’t entirely sure. A girl. He was sure. He was pretty sure at least. It wasn’t Quentin’s voice, because he wasn’t such a high pitched voice. Was it… who else was in the room? Had Arianna been in the room…? Thinking about it this much was a strain – staying awake was a strain. It was much easier to his mind shut down and wander back into sleep.

That fuzzy, enticing feeling of sleep. Ohm nom nom. Sleep, yay.

Then Quentin was speaking. Nolan was sure it was Quentin, because, though his eyes were closed, he saw Quentin standing up in a kilt. In his hand was a Monster with a lime green bendy straw and he was dancing around. Where did those rubber ducks come from? Quack quack.

“Mmmhmmm,” he sighed, his voice an octave higher and happy and gleeful as he curled tighter in the chair. Dylan protested with another mrowl, attempting to wiggle free, but stuck in his master’s arms. “Have fun with duckies” the boy mumbled, sounding as if he were intoxicated with sleep, words slurring into each other.

Quentin was saying something about Mozzie… what was he saying? Oh, if only they weren’t under water! The bubbles were in the way and Quentin’s words sounded all murky. Did Dylan have his bubble helmet on? Dylan didn’t like water and he didn’t have gills… Was Quentin wearing gills?

“’kay,” he mumbled. “She likes you too,” he murmured. Quentin said something about that, right? “Find Mozzie fun Ni’ni’.”

And with that, Nolan fully fell asleep.
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OoC: LOL! Ooooh! And the way Tristan looks up through his lashes!!! Wasn't in this post but EEEEeeeeppp! And what's wrong with Boooo? It's so sad! -clings to her-
Ahahahaha! This post was BRILLIANT! LOL


An actual laugh was trying very hard to escape from Quentin's lips at this point. Again, it really wasn't very often that he got to see any of his friends like this. And Nolan, apparently dreaming on about duckies. Wow... He bit down on the inside of his cheek with the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile that looked like it was trying to be hidden.

He shook his head to himself then turned to leave again. But Nolan hadn't finished yet. Quentin stopped, though didn't turn to look. She likes you too? What was he talking about..? That was completely out of no where and-- He was probably talking in a different sense. On top of that he was dreaming about only Merlin knows what.

Sigh.

Why did he even care so much? Pushing all the thoughts of Mozzie away for a bit he headed out trying to think of where his friends would be. He was thinking Great Hall or somewhere outside...


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Once again, Inez was at a loss as to what was so funny, but she giggled along with Mozzie anyways. She didn't want to look stupid or anything by just standing there, looking really confused... Oh poor Inez.

When Mozzie stopped laughing, Inez did too and continued to nod happily as all the thoughts and ideas for the big party came together in her mind. She didn't comment on any of it. It was just all coming too fast so she just grinned, an excited grin.

Then they were onto Quentin dancing some how... How did they get there so fast from pillows and DRINKS! Yummy, yummy driiiiiinks and bendy straws! But Quentin dancing?? He really hated dancing.... Even though--She giggled to herself. Inez knew a few things about Quentin and dancing...

"Quentin and dancing are like... like... peanut butter and snapples! They don't mix so well. He really hates it. Well publicly at least." Inez chimed in. "But I bet I could get him to!" She nodded. "Sure, I've seen him dance! I got him to a few times! He's real good! He even takes--" Her eyes quickly widened and she threw her hand over her mouth. That was a close one. It was one of the things that she promised she wouldn't tell anyone and normally she wasn't so good at keeping secrets. Especially ones that included Quentin attending dance lessons and classes each week when he's at home. But it was Quentin, after all. She couldn't just tell everyone!

Inez shoved that away back in her 'never to spoken' (or rather 'try really hard not to spill') section of her brain and took her hand from her mouth. She soon found herself laughing as Mozzie twirled her again and she almost tripped over her own feet. Go figure.

She stopped. "Booooo!" Nezzy squeeled, beaming. Clearly she didn't pick up on the oddity of Boo's demeanor. "Oh I can cut hair I think! I cut my cousins once!"


Suddenly, somehow Quentin had silently appeared a few feet behind Boo. "You don't want Inez to cut anyone's hair..." he muttered only getting a small confused look in return as he glanced at Inez.

As he listened, he had his head tilted to the side slightly. Boo... wanted to cut her hair? She had to be joking. That was so unlike her. And as though just cutting it wasn't enough, a pixie cut?? Now that was unlike her. Not that Quentin was an expert on hair or anything, but he had noticed that the more... preppy girls around school would sport that sort of style..

Had someone said something to her? He opened his mouth, but nothing ended up coming out. He couldn't really remember giving any kind of concerned talk to anyone other than Inez...

With a small glance in 'Nez's direction, he noted that she seemed completely lost. Half understandable. Just... Boo with a 'Pixie cut' wasn't really Boo anymore...


OoC: Ahh sorry! This sorta took me a while... I've been really buisy.
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"Lots of homework too." Arianna said, gesturing to the massive History of Magic textbook that she was resettling in her lap again. "The professors seem to be really uptight about the homework assigments this year." She said, sighing and running her hand through her dark hair. Flipping through the chapter that she was supposed to read, she wished there was a way she could get someone to read it and summarize for her.

Hearing someone else join them, Arianna looked up at the newcomer. "Hi Nolan." Arianna said shyly. She had never been introduced to him but she knew who he was. "Yeah. Thank god." She said in reply to his question. "How were classes for you?" She asked, looking down and memorizing the page number of her History textbook for later.
Gabe nodded. They sure did. Of course it did annoy him but hey that was their job and it would only make him work that much harder.

Yawning, he put the finishing touch on his Charms essay and rolled it up carefully. "Well it's been a rather tiresome day. I think I'll go to bed early." Gabe admitted, standing and stretching.

"See you all later in the morning. Night Arianna, Nolan." He said, nodding to them before heading in the direction of the boy's dormitory.
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Somebody was talking to him. That much Nolan was aware of, but anything else, he wasn’t entirely sure. A girl. He was sure. He was pretty sure at least. It wasn’t Quentin’s voice, because he wasn’t such a high pitched voice. Was it… who else was in the room? Had Arianna been in the room…? Thinking about it this much was a strain – staying awake was a strain. It was much easier to his mind shut down and wander back into sleep.

That fuzzy, enticing feeling of sleep. Ohm nom nom. Sleep, yay.

Then Quentin was speaking. Nolan was sure it was Quentin, because, though his eyes were closed, he saw Quentin standing up in a kilt. In his hand was a Monster with a lime green bendy straw and he was dancing around. Where did those rubber ducks come from? Quack quack.

“Mmmhmmm,” he sighed, his voice an octave higher and happy and gleeful as he curled tighter in the chair. Dylan protested with another mrowl, attempting to wiggle free, but stuck in his master’s arms. “Have fun with duckies” the boy mumbled, sounding as if he were intoxicated with sleep, words slurring into each other.

Quentin was saying something about Mozzie… what was he saying? Oh, if only they weren’t under water! The bubbles were in the way and Quentin’s words sounded all murky. Did Dylan have his bubble helmet on? Dylan didn’t like water and he didn’t have gills… Was Quentin wearing gills?

“’kay,” he mumbled. “She likes you too,” he murmured. Quentin said something about that, right? “Find Mozzie fun Ni’ni’.”

And with that, Nolan fully fell asleep.
Arianna covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter. Was Nolan always this weird? She had no idea. This was her first time interacting with the Ravenclaw and she had to admit she was quite amused by his actions. It seemed like he was dreaming and reacting to his dreams...outloud.

Looking over at Gabe, she raised an eyebrow, wanting to see his expression at this.

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Gabe nodded. They sure did. Of course it did annoy him but hey that was their job and it would only make him work that much harder.

Yawning, he put the finishing touch on his Charms essay and rolled it up carefully. "Well it's been a rather tiresome day. I think I'll go to bed early." Gabe admitted, standing and stretching.

"See you all later in the morning. Night Arianna, Nolan." He said, nodding to them before heading in the direction of the boy's dormitory.
Arianna looked at Gabe and nodded. "Night!" It really was a good idea to go to bed now. She was extremely tired and knew she wouldn't finish her History of Magic reading tonight. Waving a goodbye to her new friend Gabe, she glanced over at Nolan who was still sleeping in the armchair.

Should she leave him there? Should she wake him up and suggest that he go back to the boy dormitory? Pulling out her wand from her robe pocket, she conjured up a blanket and placed it on top of Nolan. She really didn't want to wake him up and find out how his reaction would be to it. Gathering her stuff, she headed up to the girls dormitory stairs, ready to just collapse on the bed.
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Aaron could not feel more pathetic. Really, he had basically escaped from the familiar insides of the Slytherin Common Room. He did had a good excuse to that, though; He was running away from the children in it. The place was starting to look like some kind of Muggle Kindergarten. It reminded him of the times where his muggle father had put it on one of those things. He was really young, but he could remember it vividly; He hated kindergartens

So in his search for a place that was free of all the Hogwarts population that was below the age of thirteen, Aaron found himself in the last place he had visited before school had closed for the summer break, last term. And so it was the first Aaron’s was visiting, now that school had re-opened. Good logic, right?

Well, maybe not. Because, if truth be told, Aaron had not planned to come here. At all. His feet had just . . . carried him. Yeah, that was it. They seemed to walk on their own, sometimes. Correction: They seemed to walk on their own most of the time.

Which, in more than just one case, had NOT been good

Oh well.

The lake seemed to be a crowded, as usual. In other moment, he would’ve mind this, but not right now. The only thing that Aaron wanted was to get away from all the little kids. He didn't even care that the place was full of couples.

Cheesy couples who seemed to be completely oblivious of their surroundings. How boring.

Was it just him or every single person around the school was dating someone? Ugh.
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Wow... Quentin... dancing. Hard as she tried, Mozzie couldn't see it in her mind. And she was trying hard! Knowing that Inez had at least seen him dance meaned it had happened before. There was proof. Someone had witnessed it. Fortunately, she was so busy trying to imagine this that she didn't even notice Inez's slip up. Her mind was preoccupied with attempted images of a dancing Quentin.

What did it look like? Was he stiff or flowy like her? Erratic like Boo or organized and smooth like Nolan? Did he do dancey things or was he calm? Ballroom? Waltz? The cha-cha? Seeing a cha-cha-ing Quentin in her mind made Mozzie squeak with giggles and have to clap her hand over her mouth.

She would give all the sugar sticks in the world to see that.

Slipping her hand into her pocket, she withdrew a chocolate frog, eyeing Boo and her long, straight hair.

"You can cut hair?" Mozzie had asked, shocked. That, she couldn't believe!

Which was good. Because Quentin confirmed that she couldn't.

Oh! Quentin. "Where did you come from?" she asked, tipping her head to the side and grinning. "We've been waiting for you. Ehm. Have you seen Nollie...?"


Tristan rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyeing Inez for a breif moment. If she attempted to cut hair, he decided, Boo would lookk like a monster. A short haired, sesame street monster with messy hair or something. Much as the idea amsued him, he knew Boo would greatly hate it. Smirking lightly, he could see her yelling and fuming and throwing things around. How much that would suck...

Curiously, he leant back a little, dangerously nearing the water spouting from the fountain. He could actually see Mozzie in a pixie cut. It fit her, he thought. Tiny body, big eyes, the hair would frame her face nicely and look good. Nodding slowly, he contemplated whether it would wind up being him to cut her hair. But he wouldn't admit he knew how unless anyone else did.

"Decided for an image change, eh, Boo?" he asked, his voice, as usual, quiet.


Boo nodded.

"I'm tired of this. It's boring and unhappy and not peppy and... I want something bouncy and light that looks cool. I might get streaks or something later. Donno. But I do know I need something new.

Without any more said, she headed straight for Tristan and crawled up into his lap, curling up and resting her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
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Inez continued to stare at Quentin for a moment, her brows knitted together in what looked like irritated confusion. "Yes. I cannnn! Again, I cut my cousin's hair and I even used a book to help!"

Quentin sighed. "No Inez.. it wasn't a book. It was a magazine artical titled, 'Dumber than a Box of Hair'." He reminded her in a soft, sympathetic mutter. She had taken the picture of the scissors and newly cut hair as instructions on exactly what to do. It didn't sit so well with her cousin in the end. Though that did leave a person wondering how many clowns short the girl was of a circus herself--believing that 'Nez could cut hair like any professional.

She stuck a thin pointer finger up in the air. "Haaaiire!" Sang Inez. "Box of hair. It was helpful.."

He looked at her for a moment then finally just smiled, raking his fingers through his dark, moppy hair. "I'm sure it was.." He really wasn't in the mood to comfort a pouty Inez.

As Mozzie spoke, his attention was quickly, and rather easily, torn from Nezzy. He felt another small crooked smile cross his lips for a short moment--gone by any of them blinked twice. In the end, it was replaced with a smirk as he thought about Nolan, snuggled up in the common room with Dylan and dreaming about duckies. "Yeah. He was taking a.. nap in the common room," he answered.


Inez was off in her own world, evidenced by her stares off into the pouring water from the fountain. She blinked. "If my butt were stuck to a chair, would you help me out of it?" she finally asked, though not to anyone really in particular. She just sort of looked around at them all.

Quentin's own thoughts went back and forth from Mozzie to Boo and her new ideas of a hair cut. No one else seemed too worried about the new wish. Maybe she really did just want a change. That was cool... As long as Inez stayed as far away from it as possible.

"I'm... sure it'll look great, Boo." He finally muttered, in his best attempt to be supportive. He glanced down for a moment, scratching the back of his head. Supportive wasn't him either. He could be when needed (like when Inez had her 'dark days'), but other than that... Not so much.
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Clutching her books across her chest, Mellie walked swiftly out to the lake. She was going to start on her homework right away. The Hufflepuff had never been overly bright naturally, so she worked very hard for her good marks.

Once the fifth year found a broad, shady tree, she took a seat and opened to the beginning of her Charms book. The girl was reading quite intently; she wasn't even aware of the couples (and one certain single boy) also spending spare time at the lake.
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After a refreshing nap in the Ravenclaw boys dorm, Gabe yawned and walked back down to the common room. He glanced at his watch before deciding it was a bit early for dinner. Oh what do. He had a ton of homework, but Gabe knew he'd already finished the hardest bits of it.

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Brows turned down at the sides, Boo stared at Inez in a mixture of confused amusement. Though they were best friends, sometimes she just could not process the way her mind worked. It seemed that Quentin had easily ignored her question, but Boo could just not move past it. How ludicrous it was baffled her completely.

“Inez. What in the name of Merlin’s saggy pants are you talking about?” she demanded. “Sometimes you think the strangest things, d’you know that? Now and then, I wonder what goes on in your brain.” And then she remembers that she’d rather not venture in there…

Turning to Quentin, she nodded and flicked a strand of her hair. It had gotten long and boring and plain, and surely a pixie-cut would look better and therefore make her feel perkier. Besides, it was a cute cut and Boo was cute and thusly needed something cute to match. It would be horrible for her plain hair to bring down her cuteness factor…

“Thank you, Quentin. I’m sure it will look fab.” Of course.


Mozzie, however, was far too busy trying to imagine Nolan curled up in the arm chair. He didn’t usually nap in front of people – he had a nasty habit of talking in his sleep. She could remember such moments from their childhood. When he was young, Nolan would fall asleep when he’d stay over at Mozzie’s for the day. Her bean bag chair had been a favorite sleeping place of his. And, strangely enough, the cats loved to curl up with him. So, yes, it was very easy for her to picture Nolan sleeping in the Common Room with Dylan.

How sad she was to see that crooked smile go! For some reason, his smiles were always so rare and when they did make an appearance, they were always such short appearances. Mozzie liked to think that Quentin’s smiles always brightened him up some. Alas, they never stuck around, and his smirks certainly never did him justice. As she contemplated this, looking at him, her head tipped to the side in curiosity, unaware that she was dazedly staring.


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My, my. The lake was becoming popular.

When Ollie glanced up from his sketching, he noticed that not only was Roisin a companion of him, now, but two more students had joined, as well as the scattering of younger students who tended to frequent the lake. Sighing, he realized, his attention was being divided and now he wouldn't have the attention, focus, or patience to complete his piece. For a moment, he instead leant back, propped up by his arms and tipped his face to the sky, eyeing the grey clouds warily. Alas. He could only hope the sun would be out enough for the sunset. How badly he wanted to try out that color. That gorgeous, golden, coppery, red, brilliant, brilliant red color of Roisin's sun kissed hair.

For a moment, a sloppy smile crossed his face and a light breeze toussled his hair.

After a moment, though, he decided that he'd get up and walk. Perhaps he could... pass by Roisin and chance a glance at her painting? His Artist within was curious and though it could be a faux pas to some to peek at unfinished artwork, his curiosity was deep and unsatiable. Pushing himself from the ground, he shook his head, which merely mussed it further, and began his walk. Roisin wasn't too far away, so it was a matter of a few moments before he neared, bending to "pretend" to tie his laces, while glancing up and peeking at her work.
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Okay, if Roísin thought she could possibly paint when Ollie was around, then she had to be absolutely insane. It was just impossible for her to keep focused enough to actually keep her paintbrush under control, thus making her constantly have to withdraw it from her canvas before she coloured the water in bright red or something of the sort instead of the pale blue she should use. Oh, why did he have to look like such an angel in her eyes?

And so, her eyes kept shifting from her half white canvas to him while her hand kept moving up and down, depending on where her eyes were set. The only reason why they weren't constantly stuck to Ollie was the fact that she was certain that he might notice her looking at him and, well, she just did not know what she'd do if that happened.

Still, there was one time he seemed to catch her eye but luckily she lowered her head so quickly that her curls flew around her head, capturing the sunlight quite too easily. In that moment, she knew she'd have to control herself better. In that moment, she knew she could not raise her head again for at least three minutes, just in case he was still looking at him. Somehow, even though the pain of not being able to look at him burned in her chest, she managed to keep her eyes, but not her mind, on the canvas and on the lake. Until, that is, she heard a gentle noise behind her and felt someone observing her.

Ollie.

At once, Roísin stopped breathing. It was him, wasn't it? Standing right behind her. It was him, right? What would she say? What could she say? Should she just stay quiet and wait for him to speak first? Perhaps that was the wisest option, but the desire to look at him was such...

She simply couldn't resist. Holding her paintbrush, she slowly turned her head around and seeing him there didn't help her one bit to calm down. The way the light shinned upon him only seemed to augment his breath-taking beauty and that was not good at all for her hormones or her brain. Not at all.

"H-hey," She said a few seconds later in a horse voice, only to find that her cheeks were burning and that that was not the sun's fault. Well, actually it was her own sun's fault.
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Now it was Ollie's turn to be embarassed and turn pink. His cheeks flushed a faint pink color and even his nose lit up a little, in a Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer sort of way. He had just been caught looking at someone else's unfinished work! What kind of artist was he; he had just overstepped the artist etiquette!

"I...ah... hello. Ahem. Roisin, hello."

Ollie's greeting came out awkward and jumbled, he was so ashamed. Oh, how awkward! Roisin would probably be furious with him. Peeking up from his untied shoes, he noted how red her face was. Angry! So Roisin was angry with him! How could he have been so foolish?

"I... am so sorry," he apologized. "My curiosity over took me and I knew I shouldn't have and I told myself not to but this yearning and this strange tugging urged me to so I snuck over and I was only going to take a look... really! The deepest apologies, Roisin... I... I hope you're not too angry?"

The last sentance that fell from Ollie's mouth was rather meak; he never took anger anger well. He was one of those people who shrunk back and slunk and cringed in the presence of a raised voice, and if Roisin, of all people, turned her voice up at him, he would have quivered and slunk his tail between his legs, if he had one.

"Please... if I can make it up to you, tell me how," he begged, earnestly.
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While his body remained perfectly still, leaned again one of the trees close to the lake, Aaron’s mind was far, far away. Not only he had forgotten that he was still on the lake, surrounded now, by half of the Hogwarts population, but he was also oblivious that some little kids were staring at him nervously. The children had been playing with mud, and they had accidentally hit him with a little mud ball on one side of the right leg of his jeans.

Yes, he was very distracted, thinking of things that he should not be thinking about. Things that should not be on his mind on the first place.

Things.

If Aaron were being honest with himself -not that he was going to- he knew very well that the thing that was keeping his mind busy could not be called a thing, for it was the complete opposite of that.

A human being was not a thing, after all.

The fifth year was taken out of his reverie, however, when the corner of his gray eye, caught a glimpse of a somehow familiar looking, sandy blonde hair.

The Hufflepuff prefect. Aaron still didn’t know what were the reasons behind all her staring during that party on the courtyard. Not that he cared much; Aaron was just curious.

Or that’s what he had been telling himself.

But right now there was only one question on his mind; Should he go and talk to her? Now that her hair had distracted him, he was very bored, and there was no way he was going back to the Slytherin Common Room.

Then again, why would he go and talk to her? It wasn’t really his style. His style was more like ignoring people, and acting as if he was the most important person around.

He was very bored, though; Besides, Aaron had nor forgotten the, um, lovely blush on her cheeks the other night. He’d secretly enjoyed that, and perhaps he could manage to make Melissa Bruns blush again? It was worth the shot. Er—kind of.

Moving swiftly and noiselessly through the people, Aaron made his way to where the prefect was sitting. Eyeing her for a moment, with a little snicker dangling on the corners of his pale lips, the fifth year plopped himself right beside her, before passing his right hand trough his brown hair, making it point to all sort of random directions as usual. Aaron was too lazy to comb it, or anything like that.

Shifting his gaze to the girl next to him, he realized that she was reading. Why was she always with a book every time he saw her, eh? Who knows, girls were weird. With a shrug, he remained beside the girl, waiting for her to say anything.

Yep. Aaron had changed his mind; He was not going to talk first.
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Oh dear, oooooh dear. Ollie had seen her work, which was probably horrible since she had been too busy staring at him to actually mind the little details of the water's surface and so on. Oh Merlin, what was he going to think of it? Of her?! Hopefully he'd just think she was in one of her bad days for painting and... well, she could always wait for the ink to dry and then she'd paint it over and show it to him, right? Oh dear, she didn't like the idea at all but she'd have to get out of that mess somehow!

As she noticed the colour change in his face, Roísin gulped silently. So it was that bad. Oh, the shame! If only she could dig a whole on the floor in a second and hide herself in it...

And his words! They did her no good at all, for her face started to burn more and more and she was sure that, by then, she was as red as a tomato, if not more! Actually, she believed that, if she saw herself on the mirror, she'd only be able to know where her face was thanks to her eyes. Ah, the things he was thinking of her now were certainly not so pleasant.

Oh, but his last question... There was certainly one thing he could do to her anyday but she would never ask him that. Besides, Ollie had done nothing wrong, had he? She was the one who had ruined the image of a good painter, being unable to focus and keep as much detail on her canvas as she should.

"It's fine," Roísin said at last, the shyness present in her voice. "Though, please, don't-," She bit her lower lip and looked down at her canvas. "Don't mind this much, it's probably one of my worst works so far." Not that she knew exactly what it looked like anyway.

Raising her head to take in his expression, she placed a nervous smile upon her face. "Erm, do you want to take a seat?," She asked. Better not ruin the moment completely, right? After all, how many times was she able to be on her own with him?
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Ruffling his hair, checking himself out in windows and thinking of cute girlies. Ya know. The usual. Hugo spotted a group of Ravenclaws by the fountain, and meandered over. "Chiao guys." She said brightly, waving to them in turn. Tristan was there, and a bunch of others. Including Mozzie. EEK.


Ick. Cleo kicked the sofa. This homework was so...HARD. She threw her potions book aside, and folded her arms. No way was she moping about inside when there were people to see, boys to giggle at. Duuh. And so, she leapt up, and glared around at Stella and Kate. "See you guys later." She mumbled, before stalking out of the common room.

Meh, it was a nice enough day. She made her way outside, and set off towards the lake. May as well get some tanning into the day, while the sun was still out. There wasn't many people about as Cleo settled down under a tree. Looovely.
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ooc: Oh, OLLIEEE! *fangirls*

Oh dear, oooooh dear. Ollie had seen her work, which was probably horrible since she had been too busy staring at him to actually mind the little details of the water's surface and so on. Oh Merlin, what was he going to think of it? Of her?! Hopefully he'd just think she was in one of her bad days for painting and... well, she could always wait for the ink to dry and then she'd paint it over and show it to him, right? Oh dear, she didn't like the idea at all but she'd have to get out of that mess somehow!

As she noticed the colour change in his face, Roísin gulped silently. So it was that bad. Oh, the shame! If only she could dig a whole on the floor in a second and hide herself in it...

And his words! They did her no good at all, for her face started to burn more and more and she was sure that, by then, she was as red as a tomato, if not more! Actually, she believed that, if she saw herself on the mirror, she'd only be able to know where her face was thanks to her eyes. Ah, the things he was thinking of her now were certainly not so pleasant.

Oh, but his last question... There was certainly one thing he could do to her anyday but she would never ask him that. Besides, Ollie had done nothing wrong, had he? She was the one who had ruined the image of a good painter, being unable to focus and keep as much detail on her canvas as she should.

"It's fine," Roísin said at last, the shyness present in her voice. "Though, please, don't-," She bit her lower lip and looked down at her canvas. "Don't mind this much, it's probably one of my worst works so far." Not that she knew exactly what it looked like anyway.

Raising her head to take in his expression, she placed a nervous smile upon her face. "Erm, do you want to take a seat?," She asked. Better not ruin the moment completely, right? After all, how many times was she able to be on her own with him?
Curiously, Ollie looked around, and then over at the canvas. So she was permitting him to see? Granted, he'd already taken a peak so, why hide it, he supposed. Why, he wondered, did she seem so ashamed of it? Sure, it wasn't the greatest masterpiece and the colors of the lake needed a little... extra. But it wasn't terrible.

Then again, we are our own worst critics.

"It's not bad," he told her, shaking his head, long, moppy fringe falling into his eyes. "You need to work on the water a little more... it seems a little flat right now."

Maybe him helping her would make her feel better?

Upon her inquiry of joining her for a sit, he glanced around. Might as well, he supposed. He wasn't in the mood to go back and get lassoed into some weird Mozzie project and, even though he'd be sitting in the grass, he could look up at the sky.

Granted... the sky was a bit murky and the sun came out in weire streaks where the dark clouds didn't reach, but still he could try.

"Sure," came his reply as he lowered himself to do the ground, shifting his sketchbook into his lap.
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Her heart seemed to be struggling not to jump out of her chest, for she could hear it and feel it pumping in every cell of her body. Even though that seemed to happen pretty much every single time she found herself so close to him or even saw him for that matter, such a reaction from her body never failed to astonish her.

It was only when he commented her painting that Roísin forced herself to take her olive coloured eyes from his face to place them on the canvas. It was the same as nothing, for it seemed to reflect his face. "Yes, yes, it does," She nodded, trying to actually see what she had painted and failing miserably. Nevertheless, she was certain he was right. "I'll work on it," She said, more to herself than to him.

She HAD to work on it anyway and make it be her best work ever so that Ollie coud be surprised and then... Oh no, she couldn't dare to imagine what would happen next. It was no use to rise her expectations too much. After all, if she knew Ollie as well as she believed she did, he probably was after some other girl already. Ah, if only that girl was herself. At this thought, she couldn't help but let out a sigh.

It would be so hard for her to get him to notice her. So hard she doubted she'd manage it.

Roísin raised her head as she heard him speak, her cheeks now a soft tone of pink, though her heart seemed to be accelarating its pace as he sat down. Oh Merlin, he was so close to her! So close that if she moved her fingers, she could touch him. So close that was certain that she could hear him perfectly if he just whispered.

Okay, okay, she had to stop that gigantic train of thoughts, desires and emotions and say something. But what to say? Oh! Small talk! She could start there, right? Instead of the usual talk about art. And then again, she'd probably fail at it. Besides, he had a sketchbook on his lap, which only meant that he too had went to the lake to draw. Just like she had expected from him.

"Drawing something new?"
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OoC: Oh how I adore her. She's so cute. :3 Her Ollie fascination greatly amuses me, too. Teehee. Wheeee~!

For Roísin's sake, it was good that Ollie was still in the mourning stage (as he called the phase following a heart break), for in this stage, he wasn't quite tuned into the all the little things the girls did which made him swoon, or at least pulled his attention to them. In this mode, he wouldn't realize that her cheeks were flushing becuase of him, because in the mourning stage, his optimism turned dark to pessimism. He would remain oblivious to how shy and awkward she was around him and heed only that she was a pretty girl who painted. And maybe that seemed a little cold and ccouldn't be what she wanted, but certainly, for now, it was good for her.

His lips twisted and tugged into a bit of a crooked, half smile upon her question and he gazed down to his book. Bending his neck like that, his head tipped forward and his golden hair also fell forward. For a second, he opened the sketchbook, as if maybe he was going to show her, or perhaps he had to remind himself what in fact he had sketched.

"Mmmm, something of the sort," he mused, shrugging nonchalantly and picking his head back up. Glancing over (which is when he realized how close he was to Roísin for in doing so, his mouth came quite near to her) he regarded her with said half, crooked smile, peeking up through his lashes. "It's not really great, or I'd show you. More of a practice piece, if you will. A warm up. For tonight."

For Ollie, art was not just a skill or a hobby - he put his whole into it, and if he wanted to perfect his work, and to acheive that beautiful, golden red color, he would have to at least practice something. What a sketch would do in regards to improving painting, Ollie had no logical explanation for, and instead, allowed himself to work with such illogical actions. He wasn't sorted Ravenclaw, after all - for Olliver Stratton, logic and common sense were greatly lacking.

"You like to paint out here, too, then?"
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Breathe, Roísin, breathe!

But it seemed to be too hard for her to do it. After all, the proximity between them was such that, if she lost balance (something that seemed to be likely to happen since she was starting to get dizzy due to the lack of oxygen) or anything of the sort she'd end up brushing her lips on his. And, well, lets face it, for as much as she desired to know what it felt like, that was not how she wanted her first kiss to be. Besides, who knew what such a thing would do to their fragile relationship? Certainly no good at all.

Oh, it wasn't just that that took her breath away, though. One of the things that did was the feeling of the warm air that escaped from his lips and touched her skin. Never had she imagined such a thing to happen and she knew why: the feeling was far too wonderful for her to even dare to dream of it.

And the way the sun carrassed his hair and enhanced the colour of his eyes! Now that made her feel as if someone had stabbed her heart, though she was not sure of the reason why. What she did know, however, was that no painter could ever mimic such colours, nor get close to them.

Had he not spoken, Roísin would have kept staring at his perfection forever. However, once he spoke, she moved her eyes towards his sketchbook before looking back to his face, which she shouldn't have done. And why? Because the look he gave her hit her heart with more strenght than the Cupid's arrows and she was lucky not to have fainted there and to have found her speech, though with some difficulty.

"Tonight?" She repeated. Well, actually, what were they going to do that night? Having been too busy feeling her insides melting earlier, she had not captured exactly what he wanted with her but it seemed like she was about to find out.

"Oh yes," She nodded, upon hearing his question. Forcing her eyes to move to the lake, she finally laid her paintbrush upon her pallette. It wasn't worth trying to paint anymore. If having him on the other side of the lake had made it hard for her to do it, then having him so close would turn it into an impossible task. "Favourite spot actually. I love to come here every now and then to try new techniques and see the way the colours change during the day and in each season."
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Cause
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and it's going to be around long after we're gone.
Maybe we'll see our
kids come here one day.
That's the thing about
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No matter
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To be perfectly honest, Ollie was not the brightest person around, nor the most intelligent. While he wasn't dumb, he seriously lacked common sense and his depth perception was just as bad as his normal perception - he was just awful at seeing things on the surface and beyond. If Ollie would just wake up from his dazed, daydream clogged sight, he would be able to see such things. Not like the particular colours in the grass and sky and the way the water rippled in that careful way, but how pretty Roísin was when she blushed (which she often did) and how she changed in his presenced. He would notice that the color of her hair in the sun was just as fascinating as her eyes.

Alas, Ollie's manner of life was warped in a way that only could be warped by a dreamer, an artist, and a swooner of life.

At first, he didn't answer Roísin's question. Not bothering to wonder if he was stepping boundaries, he reached over and twisted, placing one hand on the girl's stomach and the other on the arm nearest her. Giving her a gentle push, he guided her to the ground, before he lay down beside her. Then he tucked his arms beneath his head as a pillow.

"See that?" he murmured. "The sky is grey, right? But if you look closer, I'm sure you can see, all the different colours. There's cloud and light grey and dark grey and a blue color and a little bit of cornflower blue in there. If you look even closer, you can see the varying degrees of the greys and blues and the soft, golden light peeking through in streaky rays. You say you frequent this spot and watch the lake, but do you ever watch the sky? Do you ever watch the particular colors?"

Ollie was, quite simply, a dreamer. An avid watcher of dreams and colors were a part of his world. He watched colours.

"Have you ever looked at your hair?" his murmur continued. "I mean, really looked. At all the colors and the way it shifts and shimmers and light dances on it? The sun loves your hair, do you know?"

Untucking one arm from beneath his head, the other rest between their two bodies, unconciously, hardly centimeters from brushing against Roísin's body.

"Tonight," he fianlly said, answering her question. "I will sketch you and capture your hair."
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Okay, that was it, her heart was going to explode soon enough. After all, who in the world could live to tell about such an experience, where so many strong emotions were displayed? Certainly not Roísin, for her heart couldn't be tough enough to handle so much, right? After all, her body had never been particularly strong and her feelings often subdued her.

Once he touched her stomach and her arm, the girl inhaled quite too much air in surprise, while her eyes widened slightly. However, that was nothing compared to the way her heart pumped once he laid her down. It was now pumping so fast that Roísin could swear that it was imitating the sound that the Hogwarts Express made once it was at full speed.

Could Ollie be about to kiss her? Could he actually like her as much as she liked him? Could he-?

No, he couldn't.

As he laid by her, she couldn't help but let out a soundless sigh. She truly had to start seeing things the way they were. Thinking she'd finally know the texture of his lips had definitely been a silly idea for he had shown no signs of having fallen for her. Besides, he wouldn't just kiss her out of the blue, would he? After all, he didn't know for certain that she adored him, unless she had been extremely obvious, which she probably had been thanks to the constant blushing and inability to speak in his presence.

Thankfully, the sound of his velvet voice allowed her not to drift into her own thoughts for too long, for she was soon caught up in his words, her eyes glued to the blue sky. As Ollie kept talking, Roísin knew she couldn't speak for no mattered what she tried to say, it would never reach the beauty of his own words.

And then it was time for her to look at him again as he spoke about her hair and told her what they were to do that night. Once he finished, her cheeks got that tone of gentle red that seemed to fill them everytime she met him.

She opened her mouth slightly once and twice, but she just couldn't produce a sound. It took her quite a few moments to find her voice again and once she did, it came out in a whisper. "No, I never looked at it like that. I did look at yours, though."
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was real. It did happen.
We spent time here. We made
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Cause
Hogwarts is bigger than any of us, of any of it's founders,
and it's going to be around long after we're gone.
Maybe we'll see our
kids come here one day.
That's the thing about
Hogwarts.
No matter
how long you're away from it, there's always a way back.
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