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Originally Posted by Lara_the_Firelady
As Evelyn spoke, being sucessfully focused back on her, Josh listened to her carefully and he was about to ask something about Destiny's place when he his ears caught what the girl had said : me and you. Those three words immediately made his heart beat faster. Could it be? Could she be liking him back too? Yet those ideas quickly travelled out his mind when she added Destiny. Of course, Destiny.
But now...was she blushing? The Gryffindor boy got completely confused. Girls were surely hard to understand even his Ravenclaw oriented brain could not figure out what the Slytherin was thinking when she seemed to blush. Maybe it was an optical illusion caused by the light around them.
An illusion or not there was a fact that she looked too pretty when blushing and it made him want to lean in to...the idea made him blush too yet he was oblivious to the change of colour on his face. Compose yourself Josh Carter! This was no place for that and even he did not know if she would not be disgusted by that. Focus back on her words!
''Sure. I would like to sit with you'' whoever the other people were ''My trunk is...well...in a compartment out there. If, of course, those girls has not kicked it out'' he indicated the door at the end of the corridor which led to the middle cars of the train.
He would like to...
*inner squueee*
Surprised by her own fast beating heart, Evelyn took a deep breathe before nodding at what he was saying. A part of her wanted the girls to have kicked the trunk out of the compartment, but another part of her was thinking of hexing them if they did. Which was whyyyy...she turned and started walking down the corridor with Poof in her arms, and dodging hers and Destiny's trunks so she wouldn't think much of it.
If she kept Poof, then there was no way she could reach her wand. Hehe, simple as that. And maybe for this one train ride, she'd eat a little snack. Missing breakfast wasn't all that great.
After taking the ticket from Janet, Willow turned it over and over in her hand. She'd never been on a Muggle plane before, and the idea of travelling in a great, steel bird was just too overwhelming. Reaching out, she gave Janet a big hug in gratitude. "Thanks Janet!" Willow gushed. "This is going to be the best summer ever! So, this airpport... does it have those fast food places where you just walk-in and the food is ready for you? 'Cause let me tell you, there's this clown guy with big feet I saw on my Muggle friend's TV, and he has these great big hamburgers called, "Big Macs" and I need one!" Willow's eyes were huge and bright as she thought of the humongous burger. This was going to be a grand venture into the Muggle world. She'd only ever travelled by floo powder, broom and side-along apparition. This was definitely going to be a real thrill!
Wilow turned back to Janet and said, "What's a round-up? I thought you had horses? They're hardly going to agree to being made into circles are they? I mean, am I missing something here? You lnow we're not allowed to use magic, right?" Willow had a weird smirk on her face. "Wait a second here... does this mean I get my very own horse for the summer?" Again, Willow was excited. "Are they as fun to ride as Hippogriffs? I rode a hippogriff once and it almost threw me half-way across the yard! I don't know why though? All I said was that I thought he could stand to lose a little weight... I mean, I could barely get my legs arounf him..."
Emerging from her memories, Willow quickly said, "So, what work will I have to do and when do I start?" Willow was ready for some summer adventure!
Janet laughed at Willow. This summer was going to be a rare one. It'll be for Willow just as it was for her when she went to Hogwarts for the first year. Learning the ropes was fun, just as it would be for Willow. Janet was winded for a second as Willow gave her a sudden hug. She smiled and nodded her head for friends thanks, not being able to get a word in edgewise. Janet loved Willow's excitement. "Uggg, I can't believe McDonalds is going to be her first taste of Muggle life. But, if that's what she wants, that's what she'll have. The Big Mac's are pretty decent after all. The special sauce is good anyway." Janet thought as she continued watching Willow. "A round up is where the horses are all out in the miles range, and we need to gather them all... Hang on here! You know what a round up is. You're pulling my legg! Just for that, I'm going to get you an Ostrich to ride instead of a horse!" Janet giggled at her joke, and the thought of Willow trying to ride the great bird. Knowing Willow though, she'd master it artfully. Then Janet pondered a thought. "Hey Will ow (she added quicly, cause Willow didn't tolerate that nickname much) Do you have any idea what kind of horse you want? We don't have a great variety, but we do have quite a few you can choose from? You can be thinking on it, and decide on it when you see them. You can pick out whichever one you want. And I can tell you this, they are all fast! They can't get airborn, like your Hippogriff did, and it is possible you get thrown, but, only if you misstreat it, which I know you won't, or the horse gets spooked, but that rarely happens, and you can usually hang on. I can't wait till we get there. And, yes, we will stop at MacDonalds for your Whopper, oops that's Burger King, ummm Big Mac, that's it."
9 3/4 ticket holder / The SS Mentalist / Sherlock / The Master Of Everything / Josh + <3 = Ev
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Originally Posted by individual
He would like to...
*inner squueee*
Surprised by her own fast beating heart, Evelyn took a deep breathe before nodding at what he was saying. A part of her wanted the girls to have kicked the trunk out of the compartment, but another part of her was thinking of hexing them if they did. Which was whyyyy...she turned and started walking down the corridor with Poof in her arms, and dodging hers and Destiny's trunks so she wouldn't think much of it.
If she kept Poof, then there was no way she could reach her wand. Hehe, simple as that. And maybe for this one train ride, she'd eat a little snack. Missing breakfast wasn't all that great.
Again with that little smile on his face Josh's gaze, this time, did not leave the girl's face though she turned away and started to walk to the direction he indicated.
Still watching her as she made her way to the middle part of the train, he wished Destiny and her parents would say 'okay' to a half-blood Gryffindor boy's presence in their home. They were purebloods, were not they?
Purebloods...
He could not see anything bad with them so far, instead they looked okay and one of them was quite appealing to him. His mind full of the thought of how this contradicted to the things his mum had told him, Josh silently followed the girl down the corridor
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Originally Posted by Connie
Janet laughed at Willow. This summer was going to be a rare one. It'll be for Willow just as it was for her when she went to Hogwarts for the first year. Learning the ropes was fun, just as it would be for Willow. Janet was winded for a second as Willow gave her a sudden hug. She smiled and nodded her head for friends thanks, not being able to get a word in edgewise. Janet loved Willow's excitement. "Uggg, I can't believe McDonalds is going to be her first taste of Muggle life. But, if that's what she wants, that's what she'll have. The Big Mac's are pretty decent after all. The special sauce is good anyway." Janet thought as she continued watching Willow. "A round up is where the horses are all out in the miles range, and we need to gather them all... Hang on here! You know what a round up is. You're pulling my legg! Just for that, I'm going to get you an Ostrich to ride instead of a horse!" Janet giggled at her joke, and the thought of Willow trying to ride the great bird. Knowing Willow though, she'd master it artfully. Then Janet pondered a thought. "Hey Will ow (she added quicly, cause Willow didn't tolerate that nickname much) Do you have any idea what kind of horse you want? We don't have a great variety, but we do have quite a few you can choose from? You can be thinking on it, and decide on it when you see them. You can pick out whichever one you want. And I can tell you this, they are all fast! They can't get airborn, like your Hippogriff did, and it is possible you get thrown, but, only if you misstreat it, which I know you won't, or the horse gets spooked, but that rarely happens, and you can usually hang on. I can't wait till we get there. And, yes, we will stop at MacDonalds for your Whopper, oops that's Burger King, ummm Big Mac, that's it."
Willow was happy and she didn't care if she had a Whopper or a Big Mac; she just wanted to experience everything there was available. Willow looked at Janet and wondered what she had against the infamous Big Mac? After all, it wasn't like it was alive or anything... mmmm special sauce!
Willow gave Janet's answers a little thought and then said, "Well. sure I know what a round-up is... my Great Uncle Horace raised horses. He was a squib you know... but a really nice guy all the same." Willow had a smug yet proud look on her face. She'd always loved her Great Uncle Horace the best...
Willow's head shot-up when she heard Janey mention the ostrich. "You have ostriches?" Willow screeched. "Can I ride one? Are they tame? I heard those things are fast! I mean, they can't fly or anything, but close to it!" Willow was off and running again. "Well, you know me Janet... I love any and all animals, but I sure would love to ride that thoroughbred gelding you were showing me a picture of at Christmas. You know, the cinnamon-coloured one with the four white socks? He's a real beauty..."
Suddenly, Willow asked a question that had been tugging at her for a while. "Hey Janet? Your family runs a ranch right? But like, do you have any other animals? I mean, do you have any chickens or turkeys? You know those turkeys can be a lot of fun if you know the right way to handle them!" Willow laughed at Janet's shocked expression... Guess the answer was no...
It was inevitable--Ling was overdue for a change after the mess that was his fourth year. He needed to straighten up, get his mind out of the clouds, and keep his interests directed towards his studies as opposed to girls. Yeah, right. The whole term, he'd spent yearning after all sorts of different chicks and when he found one who might have caught his eye, she was torn between him and some other chump. Well, that wasn't going to do...maybe he wasn't cut out for a relationship right now.
Or perhaps Ling was merely kidding himself, as he had fixed his shaggy, overlong hair the night before the train left. He wouldn't have altered his appearance so much if he didn't want to be somewhat noticed. His clothes were less baggy and seemed to fit better and his black bangs obscured his vision now and then, unfortunately not shielding his big nose. Academics, his foot. He vowed he wasn't going to be a nerd anymore. Glancing out the window, he sighed and wondered how long he'd be able to keep the promise to himself.
Emmy wandered along the corridor, looking in each compartment to see if any of her friends were within.
No such luck.
With a sigh, she moved on to the next compartment, which housed just one student.
Sliding the door open, she sidled in, closed the door and sat down opposite him.
"Oh!" she gasped, almost leaping out of her seat in shock, as she recognised...
"Ling! You look...different." She considered backing straight out again, but thought better of it. She needed to find out his side of the story, and she wouldn't do that from the other end of a railway carriage.
After taking the ticket from Janet, Willow turned it over and over in her hand. She'd never been on a Muggle plane before, and the idea of travelling in a great, steel bird was just too overwhelming. Reaching out, she gave Janet a big hug in gratitude. "Thanks Janet!" Willow gushed. "This is going to be the best summer ever! So, this airpport... does it have those fast food places where you just walk-in and the food is ready for you? 'Cause let me tell you, there's this clown guy with big feet I saw on my fMuggle riend's TV, and he has these great big hamburgers called, "Big Macs" and I need one!" Willow's eyes were huge and bright as she thought of the humungous burger. This was going to be a grand venture into the Muggle world. She'd only ever travelled by floo powder, broom and side-along apparition. This was definitely going to be a real thrill!
Wilow turned back to Janet and said, "What's a round-up? I thought you had horses? They're hardly going to agree to being made into circles are they? I mean, am I missing something here? You lnow we're not allowed to use magic, right?" Willow had a weird smirk on her face. "Wait a second here... does this mean I get my very own horse for the summer?" Again, Willow was excited. "Are they as fun to ride as Hippogriffs? I rode a hippogriff once and it almost threw me half-way across the yard! I don't know why though? All I said was that I thought he could stand to lose a little weight... I mean, I could barely get my legs arounf him..."
Emerging from her memories, Willow quickly said, "So, what work will I have to do and when do I start?" Willow was ready for some summer adventure!
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Originally Posted by MissWeasley
Willow was happy and she didn't care if she had a Whopper or a Big Mac; she just wanted to experience everything there was available. Willow looked at Janet and wondered what she had against the infamous Big Mac? After all, it wasn't like it was alive or anything... mmmm special sauce!
Willow gave Janet's answers a little thought and then said, "Well. sure I know what a round-up is... my Great Uncle Horace raised horses. He was a squib you know... but a really nice guy all the same." Willow had a smug yet proud look on her face. She'd always loved her Great Uncle Horace the best...
Willow's head shot-up when she heard Janey mention the ostrich. "You have ostriches?" Willow screeched. "Can I ride one? Are they tame? I heard those things are fast! I mean, they can't fly or anything, but close to it!" Willow was off and running again. "Well, you know me Janet... I love any and all animals, but I sure would love to ride that thoroughbred gelding you were showing me a picture of at Christmas. You know, the cinnamon-coloured one with the four white socks? He's a real beauty..."
Suddenly, Willow asked a question that had been tugging at her for a while. "Hey Janet? Your family runs a ranch right? But like, do you have any other animals? I mean, do you have any chickens or turkeys? You know those turkeys can be a lot of fun if you know the right way to handle them!" Willow laughed at Janet's shocked expression... Guess the answer was no...
Janet was thrilled with Willows happiness. There won't be a boring moment at all this summer. "Yes, we have loads of other creatures and critters. And we do happen to have Ostrich. And you can ride one. I tamed one to a saddle I made of the hair I saved from Cochese when I brush him down." anet broke out into a great unladylike look at the exspression on Willow's face. She clapped her hand over her mouth and gained a bit of her composure. Thinking on Willow's question about the horse in question. "Yes, I remember the picture I showed you. That is my older brother's horse, Golieth, and a real beauty for sure! But, Golieth has a twin I'm sure you can have. You'll have to talk to my brother about it though. He's pretty much being trained by him." "Janet didn't tell Willow she asked her brother to start training the beautiful Red Bay, just as soon as she had permission for Willow to come for the summer. She remembered how Willow had adored the picture of it when she showed it to her. Janet was also wanting for Willow to take a shine to her brother. Janet couldn't help but smile as she invisioned Willow and her brother kissing at the alter at their wedding. "I'm sure he won't mind though. He might have him all ready by the time we get there except for the imprinting. That's when the horse developes a bonding with the new rider. If there isn't an imprinting then you can still ride, it's just the horse doesn't have it's spirit. It's like gloomy. If you do bond, then you are the horse's best friend. And you can ride bare back even without a harness and bit. You just have to pat the neck of the horse and it'll go that way." Janet watched Willow and wondered if she went on a bit too much. Willow's eyes were spaced out a bit. "Hmmm, maybe she's wondering about my brother. Hopefully I can get her mind off of anything to do with catching turkeys or chickens."
He glanced over from the bright glass and his narrow eyes expanded as he saw that Emmy had joined him in the compartment. He wondered if she really wanted to be here or if everywhere else had been occupied but he savored the opportunity to talk to her again. Geez, the last time he had attempted to converse with her, she was draped around Mark's neck like a scarf. Perhaps they had had a falling out or something with each other. Maybe he'd be a little more successful when he tried to put the moves on her this time around. Then again, he was a little tired. Maybe it was too soon to start flirting with her once more. He hadn't obliterated what had happened at the dance, unfortunately.
"I guess..." he responded awkwardly and shrugged, knowing full well that he wasn't as straggly looking as he had been last night. "What have you been up to?"
Emmy swallowed. With his new, tidier look, he was even more attractive - but what about Mark? Where was he? They were supposed to be sharing a compartment, but it seemed he'd ditched her.
"Um, I was looking for Mark, actually, but I can't find him anywhere... You?"
At the mention of his name, Ling's lanky shoulders declined and he could almost hear his blood cooking with anger and disappointment. So he had been her subsequent choice after that bland as a brick wall, pretty boy...why did he think getting a stupid haircut would make any difference? It wasn't like he could actually re-sculpt his dismally plain face or his body to look anywhere near as good as the Ravenclaw boy's did altogether. This was depressing; Emmy had been so interested in him before and now it was like he was just a spare body in the room...and not an alluring one.
"Should've known..." he mumbled, almost inaudibly. "Nothing..."
"Oh... It's just, well, haven't seen you around for a while...?" she said, trying to mend her burned bridges.
After all, he was still cute. Giving in, she went and sat next to him.
"I'm really sorry about what happened - can you forgive me?"
"Oh... It's just, well, haven't seen you around for a while...?" she said, trying to mend her burned bridges.
After all, he was still cute. Giving in, she went and sat next to him.
"I'm really sorry about what happened - can you forgive me?"
Ling inched away from her slightly, keeping his eyes fastened on the floor of the train. How was he supposed to answer that? On one hand, he would have loved immensely just to scream about how Mark was boring, shoal, and ruined everything and on the other, kissing her didn't seem like such a bad option either. Sadly, he was undecided and he couldn't think of what else he could do. Jumping out the window seemed like the only thing he wanted to accomplish right now and it would have made for a wonderful escape.
Still unable to make up his mind, he shrugged. It wasn't that easy to forget.
She laid a hand on his arm.
"Look, if you're still stinging over Mark, don't. I haven't seen him for days - frankly, I think he's avoiding me. If there'd been anything between us, I'd say he'd dumped me..."
She sighed sadly.
"Can't we just, you know, forgive and forget?"
She laid a hand on his arm.
"Look, if you're still stinging over Mark, don't. I haven't seen him for days - frankly, I think he's avoiding me. If there'd been anything between us, I'd say he'd dumped me..."
She sighed sadly.
"Can't we just, you know, forgive and forget?"
"I want to...but it's kinda hard." Ling felt himself tense up under his gentle grip and the relaxation he once felt around Emmy had almost entirely diminished. He still couldn't comprehend how it happened but it seemed like he was the only one who could still visualize the night. Everything was going so perfect and then it had ended with her sprinting away from Ling in tears and him falling into the lake like the spaz he was. It was more than stinging, it felt like being sat on by a giant.
"No offense but you make it pretty obvious that you'd rather hang out with him than me." Somewhere in the mix of emotions, that hurt, gutsy statement had shot out from him.
"I want to...but it's kinda hard." Ling felt himself tense up under his gentle grip and the relaxation he once felt around Emmy had almost entirely diminished. He still couldn't comprehend how it happened but it seemed like he was the only one who could still visualize the night. Everything was going so perfect and then it had ended with her sprinting away from Ling in tears and him falling into the lake like the spaz he was. It was more than stinging, it felt like being sat on by a giant.
"No offense but you make it pretty obvious that you'd rather hang out with him than me." Somewhere in the mix of emotions, that hurt, gutsy statement had shot out from him.
With a small cry, Emmy recoiled as though she'd been shot.
"But... I don't understand? What... What did I do?"
If only he'd stop looking at her like that. It felt like she was being stabbed through the heart every time she met his gaze.
"I thought..." she quavered in a tiny voice,
"I thought... We were having such a lovely time at the ball."
With a small cry, Emmy recoiled as though she'd been shot.
"But... I don't understand? What... What did I do?"
If only he'd stop looking at her like that. It felt like she was being stabbed through the heart every time she met his gaze.
"I thought..." she quavered in a tiny voice,
"I thought... We were having such a lovely time at the ball."
Ling crossed his arms, his sympathy starting to wear thin for her. She should have had a couple ideas about what she had done in the past month or so and he shouldn't have had to remind her. There had been enough crap between her totally confusing him at the ball and then playing him for a sucker when it was clear she had sights set on Mark more. He wasn't going to allow himself to be messed around with like that. He might have been a nerd but he was a human being as well and he did have feelings.
"You can't remember the past four weeks? You might have acted interested during the ball but then you avoided me every time I tried to talk to you. Then I found you hanging all over Mark and you acted like nothing ever happened between us, like you two were steady or something." He thought she had been so much more mature. "How am I supposed to take that?"
Ling crossed his arms, his sympathy starting to wear thin for her. She should have had a couple ideas about what she had done in the past month or so and he shouldn't have had to remind her. There had been enough crap between her totally confusing him at the ball and then playing him for a sucker when it was clear she had sights set on Mark more. He wasn't going to allow himself to be messed around with like that. He might have been a nerd but he was a human being as well and he did have feelings.
"You can't remember the past four weeks? You might have acted interested during the ball but then you avoided me every time I tried to talk to you. Then I found you hanging all over Mark and you acted like nothing ever happened between us, like you two were steady or something." He thought she had been so much more mature. "How am I supposed to take that?"
Something snapped inside Emmy, something deep that she didn't even know had been there.
She stood, irate and distraught at once.
"Well I'm sorry. I really like you. I thought you liked me." she said, in a dangerous tone.
"Evidently," she thundered, "I. was. wrong."
Blast. Why did he have to be so cute when she was cross?!
Something snapped inside Emmy, something deep that she didn't even know had been there.
She stood, irate and distraught at once.
"Well I'm sorry. I really like you. I thought you liked me." she said, in a dangerous tone.
"Evidently," she thundered, "I. was. wrong."
Blast. Why did he have to be so cute when she was cross?!
"I'm sure you haven't noticed, but I don't play with people's emotions and then ditch them a day later," Ling replied indignantly, brushing his thick, dark bangs out of his face. "I don't know where you get off trying to make me seem like the bad guy. I'm the one who should be ticked off because I was nothing but nice to you and now you don't even acknowledge it." His slanted eyes were flickering with annoyance, baffled as to when she had decided to change into a completely different person. Was he supposed to do away with his sensibility now? He had been so sure at the dance that she had liked him for who he was, dork or not.
Jimbo will set his turtle loose on you. { The Farley } "That's trademarked, don't use it."
SPOILER!!: Mohawk-less Iris
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Originally Posted by Nixy!
Iris glared at Jimbo some more as he continued to laugh at her. Even when she was shouting at him, that just seemed to make him giggle more. "Shuddup Jimbo." She muttered at him, watching a teeny crack on the wall panel. She REALLY wanted something heavy to chuck at him. Something that would hurt him.
Why did he find it okay to laugh? He was being a bully. A great big MEAN bully. Laughing at his own spellwork. Hpmf.
God, she was practically begging him, wasn't she? Iris sniffled a bit, and looked up, suprised as he stopped laughing.
"What?" Iris asked him, looking at Jimbo funnily. What was he trying to say? Jimbo looked kinda startled at Iris' crying. And so he should! He'd caused her crying!
Iris ignored him completely, and sat, looking out the window at the platform. She heard him say something, or make a noise of somekind, but Iris never looked away from the winder. Even when he came into the compartment and sat next to her, she still ignored him. Iris just scooted away from him and inch or so when he sat down. When he spoke up, Iris looked to him, her eyes all red and puffy. Damn sensitive skin, she wasn't even crying as much as it looked like she was.
"It's... It's not something you can choose not to do, Jimbo." Iris half noticed that she was calling him "Jimbo" out loud. She hoped that he noticed that, too... She didn't really want him to think that she was really actually mad at him. She never noticed that he went to put his hand on her shoulder.
As Jimbo took out his wand and closed the door and blinds, Iris looked at him, confused. When she realised that he was doing that for her privacy, Iris half-smiled.
Iris flinched as Jimbo reached out for her scarf. WOAH. Why was he touching her headscarf? He wanted to laugh at her again, didn't he?
Hmpf, idiot.
Well... he wasn't laughing, so Iris figured that he wasn't about to mock her anymore. In fact... he looked sooooo guilty. Like ... HONESTLY guilty. When he aimed his wand at her, Iris flinched - again. She didn't even KNOW why she kept flinching... It wasn't like he was going to actually hurt her. Not on purpose anyway.
Jimbo muttered some charm that Iris had never heard before, and she could feel her hair growing back at the sides rapidly. It felt weirder than it all dissapearing, but it felt amazing at the same time. To Jimbo, it probably looked like he was watching one of those time lapse films that they do with plants growing. She looked at him, and slowly, she lifted her hand to her hair...
... it felt like it was all there, and her hair felt just how it did before.
Iris took a mirror out of her pocket; y'know, the kind that flip open into two little round mirrors; and held it up to her face, to examine her hair.
You couldn't even tell that she'd ever had an awfully green mohawk.
Thank Merlin for that.
As she looked at her reflection, Iris could feel her eyes watering up again. She heard Jimbo apologise quietly next to her, and Iris looked at him, closing her mirror. "It's aight..." She said to him, wiping her eyes, "Just ... Just promise me you'll never, ever do anything like that to me again."
Watching her hair grow back to normal was actually pretty cool. It had a really cool in-between colour when it went from green to blond. And her hair grew back really gracefully and it was really pretty too. The way it came down and framed her face nicely. And now that her hair was back to normal, she looked even prettier than before when she had that scarf on her head.
Jimbo watched as she looked in her mirror and he noticed that her eyess watered again. With happiness to have her hair back? Anger that Jimbo had done it in the first place? She wasn't going to forgive him, was she? But then she did, and Jimbo couldn't help but smile a little.
"The...the green mohawk didn't suit you." He was trying to make light of the situation, but it might've been too soon. She could still be a little sensitive. "You're not still mad are you? I mean, don't think of the hair, just...think of butterflies. Pink ones." Even though he'd been forgiven, he had to make sure. He lifted his wand again and conjured up butterflies like the one Monty had so long ago. He directed them towards her and they circled around her.
Jimbo looked at her seriously, "I promise I won't ever do anything to your hair ever again." He meant it. He really did. After seeing her this way, he didn't want it to happen again. She had seen her incredibly furious and incredibly sad. One was scary and the other was just as frightening in a completely different way. And it made him sad to see her sad. He didn't want that to happen again.
Now a change of subject, because he just realized he had been staring at her a little too intensely. He blinked, thinking of something to bring up. "Hey, I just got a load of candy from the food trolley. Want some? I've got enough to feed a stampede of animals." He reached in his left pocket for the food he left there and came out with Pebbles and a whole bunch of empty candy wrappers. "Oh. Damn. Pebbles. Sheesh." SIGH. Pebbles just ate all the candy in his left pocket. What a greedy turtle.
He held out Pebbles for Monty to hold and reached in his other pocket, producing loads of colorful candy to offer to her.
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Originally Posted by Connie
Janet was thrilled with Willows happiness. There won't be a boring moment at all this summer. "Yes, we have loads of other creatures and critters. And we do happen to have Ostrich. And you can ride one. I tamed one to a saddle I made of the hair I saved from Cochese when I brush him down." anet broke out into a great unladylike look at the exspression on Willow's face. She clapped her hand over her mouth and gained a bit of her composure. Thinking on Willow's question about the horse in question. "Yes, I remember the picture I showed you. That is my older brother's horse, Golieth, and a real beauty for sure! But, Golieth has a twin I'm sure you can have. You'll have to talk to my brother about it though. He's pretty much being trained by him." "Janet didn't tell Willow she asked her brother to start training the beautiful Red Bay, just as soon as she had permission for Willow to come for the summer. She remembered how Willow had adored the picture of it when she showed it to her. Janet was also wanting for Willow to take a shine to her brother. Janet couldn't help but smile as she invisioned Willow and her brother kissing at the alter at their wedding. "I'm sure he won't mind though. He might have him all ready by the time we get there except for the imprinting. That's when the horse developes a bonding with the new rider. If there isn't an imprinting then you can still ride, it's just the horse doesn't have it's spirit. It's like gloomy. If you do bond, then you are the horse's best friend. And you can ride bare back even without a harness and bit. You just have to pat the neck of the horse and it'll go that way." Janet watched Willow and wondered if she went on a bit too much. Willow's eyes were spaced out a bit. "Hmmm, maybe she's wondering about my brother. Hopefully I can get her mind off of anything to do with catching turkeys or chickens."
Willow might have appeared spaced out, but she was far from inattentive. She'd hard everything that Janet was and wasn't saying. Turning to Janet with a shrewd look on her usually innocent face, Willow said, "Yes Janet... I know you have critters and stuff, but what about the turkeys? Do you have turkeys? You know... 'gobble, gobble'?" Willow twirled in little circles and flapped her arms like wings. Surely Janet knew what a turkey was? Willow looked up at Janet, and upon seeing her friiend's reaction, quickly changed the subject.
"Shoot!" Willow shouted. "I've forgotten your brother's name. So, he's really training a horse up for me?" Willow was beside herself with excitement. "Goliath's twin? What his name? The horse's I mean... well, your brother's too 'cause I've forgotten it too... but the horse's name... what is it?" Willow looked at Janet. What the heck had gotten into her? "Yoo hoo... Janet? Are you in there? Earth to Janet? Come on Janet! What's gotten into you?" Willow stamped her foot in frustration. Janet surely had something up her sleeve and Willow was as curious as a cat around a fishbowl... this was definitely going to be an exciting summer... "JANET!!!"
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Watching her hair grow back to normal was actually pretty cool. It had a really cool in-between colour when it went from green to blond. And her hair grew back really gracefully and it was really pretty too. The way it came down and framed her face nicely. And now that her hair was back to normal, she looked even prettier than before when she had that scarf on her head.
Jimbo watched as she looked in her mirror and he noticed that her eyess watered again. With happiness to have her hair back? Anger that Jimbo had done it in the first place? She wasn't going to forgive him, was she? But then she did, and Jimbo couldn't help but smile a little.
"The...the green mohawk didn't suit you." He was trying to make light of the situation, but it might've been too soon. She could still be a little sensitive. "You're not still mad are you? I mean, don't think of the hair, just...think of butterflies. Pink ones." Even though he'd been forgiven, he had to make sure. He lifted his wand again and conjured up butterflies like the one Monty had so long ago. He directed them towards her and they circled around her.
Jimbo looked at her seriously, "I promise I won't ever do anything to your hair ever again." He meant it. He really did. After seeing her this way, he didn't want it to happen again. She had seen her incredibly furious and incredibly sad. One was scary and the other was just as frightening in a completely different way. And it made him sad to see her sad. He didn't want that to happen again.
Now a change of subject, because he just realized he had been staring at her a little too intensely. He blinked, thinking of something to bring up. "Hey, I just got a load of candy from the food trolley. Want some? I've got enough to feed a stampede of animals." He reached in his left pocket for the food he left there and came out with Pebbles and a whole bunch of empty candy wrappers. "Oh. Damn. Pebbles. Sheesh." SIGH. Pebbles just ate all the candy in his left pocket. What a greedy turtle.
He held out Pebbles for Monty to hold and reached in his other pocket, producing loads of colorful candy to offer to her.
Iris looked at Jimbo, with half a grin as he said that. "Thanks, Jimbo... I guess." He was right. It didn't suit her. And it didn't FEEL right, either. The whole having half her hair just ... not there. It felt awful. Like she was a boy. "I'm not mad at you." She said to him simply. As Jimbo told her to think of butterflies, Iris giggled, watching him. She looked at him questioningly as he conjured up a load of butterflies. Didn't he freak out at them? Iris watched the butterflies as the fluttered towards her, and smiled as one of them decided it was going to sit on her head. Hehe. Butterflies looked much better in her hair than mohawks.
When Jimbo made his promise, Iris smiled and nodded at him. He sounded like he was being completely serious. He looked it too. She smiled a little more. He could be alright, Jimbo could. He wasn't all silliness... Iris closed her mirror and put it back into her pocket. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jimbo watching her. Putting her mirror away wasn't THAT interesting, was it?
She smiled as Jimbo brought up food. He ALWAYS managed to turn the conversation to food! Hehe. But sweets sounded good right now... the sugar would probably help wake her up. She looked at him as he spoke. "Uh, sure... Why did you get so much though?" Iris asked him, instantly wishing she didn't. This was Jimbo. He liked food. Probably too much. Iris laughed as Jimbo emptied one of his pockets. "Is that much candy good for Pebbles?" She asked him, seriously. 'Cuz... surely THAT ammount of sugar would kill a normal toitoise... turtle. What ever.
Iris took Pebbles off of Jimbo with an amused smirk. "Heey there Pebbles." She said to the toitoise, slightly worried that it was going to throw up all of the sweets that it had eaten. Then she looked back up at Jimbo. HOLYCRAP. That was soooo much candy. Iris wouldn't have been suprised if Jimbo had cleaned the candy lady out completely. She set Pebbles down on her lap, so that she could steal one of Jimbo's manymanymany licourish wands.
"I'm sure you haven't noticed, but I don't play with people's emotions and then ditch them a day later," Ling replied indignantly, brushing his thick, dark bangs out of his face. "I don't know where you get off trying to make me seem like the bad guy. I'm the one who should be ticked off because I was nothing but nice to you and now you don't even acknowledge it." His slanted eyes were flickering with annoyance, baffled as to when she had decided to change into a completely different person. Was he supposed to do away with his sensibility now? He had been so sure at the dance that she had liked him for who he was, dork or not.
"All you care about is that blockhead Mark..."
Emmy sighed, calming down a little.
"I said I'm sorry. What more can I do? And he's not a blockhead. Although, he never did kiss me..."
"What a shame..." Ling remarked flatly before directing his stare out the window again. It was kind of a relief knowing that he hadn't snogged Emmy but somehow he figured she wouldn't have turned him down, given the opportunity. Why would she want to be linked to a book-driven dweeb like Ling when Mark was pretty much exceptional at everything, quidditch and looks high up there. He totally knew why she had been so attracted towards Mark for those exact reasons; just because he was hot and talented at whatever he did--and Ling was a nobody.
Exasperated, Emmy almost slapped him.
"For pity's sake, Ling, why are you being so...pig-headed about this?!
I just don't understand what the heck has happened to you!
You're acting like a fool! Why can't we get along?" she burst out, almost in tears again.
It was as if someone had flicked a switch, and the handsome, kind boy she'd met at the ball had been replaced with this gorgeous, but icy copy, who seemed to think he didn't matter to her.
Exasperated, Emmy almost slapped him.
"For pity's sake, Ling, why are you being so...pig-headed about this?!
I just don't understand what the heck has happened to you!
You're acting like a fool! Why can't we get along?" she burst out, almost in tears again.
It was as if someone had flicked a switch, and the handsome, kind boy she'd met at the ball had been replaced with this gorgeous, but icy copy, who seemed to think he didn't matter to her.
Ling sat straight up again, his dark pupils flaring. He was a lot of different and negative things admittedly, but stupid wasn't one of them. He refused to hear himself to be called out as a moron. Where was the justification?
"Because this is the exact same way you treated me after the dance! It's not like you really cared about what I was going through! I was just another guy!" His insides began to churn. "You're so...so blind as to how you really acted that you don't even consider what I think and you expect me to pretend everything is fine when it isn't! Guess what? It's not! I'm not some idiot who just lets people use me!"
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