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BanaBatGirl 12-22-2020 04:11 AM
The Wooden Bridge
 
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The wooden bridge is a covered bridge of questionable construction that connects the courtyard to the rest of the grounds. This rickety bridge has been damaged and repaired many times over and although it looks like it may fall apart and send students tumbling down into the ravine below at any given moment.... it probably won't. That would be highly unlikely. Most unusual. Possibly a first. Still, any exceptionally loud creaking should be reported to the groundskeeper just in case.

This long and narrow bridge has held its own for many, many years and deserves your respect. On your way between the grounds and the castle, why don't you stop and admire the view for a moment?

Harron Peasley 05-05-2021 09:14 PM
The bridge was one of Florrie's favourite places at Hogwarts. Not that she'd tell anyone. But the view was spectacular, and usually she could just breathe when she was up here. Sometimes she even felt like she wasn't in Scotland, but somewhere altogether further afield, and it made her miss home slightly less.

She was only passing from the grounds back to the courtyard, but she couldn't help but stop anyway. Her ink stained fingers clung to the railings as she looked down at the ravine, watching the movement below her.

astrocat 05-05-2021 09:55 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12494320)
The bridge was one of Florrie's favourite places at Hogwarts. Not that she'd tell anyone. But the view was spectacular, and usually she could just breathe when she was up here. Sometimes she even felt like she wasn't in Scotland, but somewhere altogether further afield, and it made her miss home slightly less.

She was only passing from the grounds back to the courtyard, but she couldn't help but stop anyway. Her ink stained fingers clung to the railings as she looked down at the ravine, watching the movement below her.
One of Ash's favorite hobbies was painting. She was going to write a book one day, and her art was gonna be in it. She was that good. So she was dragging her fancy muggle camera and her art notebook and supplies, hoping to get some good pictures and paintings done. She stepped onto the bridge, which had a spectacular view. Pulling out her notebook she flipped to an empty page and started painting. Actually, there was someone else on the bridge. Whatever. It didn't matter. Actually, Ash would like to paint her into the scene. "Excuse me... can I paint you?" It would be a beautiful picture, with the girl set against the beautiful view. Ash could already imagine it. That was the only good thing the mirror had left her with. The ability to snapshot a scene and remember it forever, or even play video.

Harron Peasley 05-08-2021 07:53 AM
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Originally Posted by astrocat (Post 12494322)
One of Ash's favorite hobbies was painting. She was going to write a book one day, and her art was gonna be in it. She was that good. So she was dragging her fancy muggle camera and her art notebook and supplies, hoping to get some good pictures and paintings done. She stepped onto the bridge, which had a spectacular view. Pulling out her notebook she flipped to an empty page and started painting. Actually, there was someone else on the bridge. Whatever. It didn't matter. Actually, Ash would like to paint her into the scene. "Excuse me... can I paint you?" It would be a beautiful picture, with the girl set against the beautiful view. Ash could already imagine it. That was the only good thing the mirror had left her with. The ability to snapshot a scene and remember it forever, or even play video.
So in her own world was she that Florrie didn't immediately notice anyone else on the bridge. It wasn't until the other girl spoke that she turned around, and she almost did a double take to make sure she was talking to her.

Almost. Of course she was talking to her.

Now, what was she saying? A painting? Oh, paint her? One of Florrie's eyebrows raised slightly as she thought about it. Of course someone should want to paint her, she was absolutely stunning to look at and why wouldn't someone want to capture that? Unless the girl was absolutely terrible and made her look atrocious.

Oh, it really was a dilemma. "How long will it take?" she asked, not unkindly but curiously. "Oh, never mind that - I've got nowhere important to be. Sure." She even offered the younger girl a shining smile.

astrocat 05-08-2021 06:41 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12494707)
So in her own world was she that Florrie didn't immediately notice anyone else on the bridge. It wasn't until the other girl spoke that she turned around, and she almost did a double take to make sure she was talking to her.

Almost. Of course she was talking to her.

Now, what was she saying? A painting? Oh, paint her? One of Florrie's eyebrows raised slightly as she thought about it. Of course someone should want to paint her, she was absolutely stunning to look at and why wouldn't someone want to capture that? Unless the girl was absolutely terrible and made her look atrocious.

Oh, it really was a dilemma. "How long will it take?" she asked, not unkindly but curiously. "Oh, never mind that - I've got nowhere important to be. Sure." She even offered the younger girl a shining smile.
Ash was confused. How long would what take? "uhhhh... it takes me a few hours to paint stuff. But you don't need to sit for that- I have a nearly photographic memory now apparently." Thanks, mirror. "I was just asking for permission." She wanted to paint as many people as possible, even Upstead, if they'd let her. She wasn't going to paint Cambridge or James though. She didn't want to see their faces, and they probably wouldn't let her anyway. In any place, at any time, whether they were attractive or not, Ash wanted to paint the people of Hogwarts. And the scenes. She wanted to capture it for other people. They needed to see what she could see.

Harron Peasley 05-09-2021 02:53 PM
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Originally Posted by astrocat (Post 12494778)
Ash was confused. How long would what take? "uhhhh... it takes me a few hours to paint stuff. But you don't need to sit for that- I have a nearly photographic memory now apparently." Thanks, mirror. "I was just asking for permission." She wanted to paint as many people as possible, even Upstead, if they'd let her. She wasn't going to paint Cambridge or James though. She didn't want to see their faces, and they probably wouldn't let her anyway. In any place, at any time, whether they were attractive or not, Ash wanted to paint the people of Hogwarts. And the scenes. She wanted to capture it for other people. They needed to see what she could see.
A few HOURS?! Well, that was just not - and, okay.

Florrie's face went from frowning to an expression of relief pretty quickly as the younger girl spoke. If she'd been expected to stand there for a few hours she would have retracted her acceptance quickly. Her expression changed once more as the girl continued, one eyebrow raising as she looked slightly impressed.

Only slightly. "That must be very helpful," she offered. It would make studying a hell of a lot easier, that was for sure. Whilst Florrie had an excellent memory for names and faces and, if she applied herself, could commit her school work to memory, she would have very much enjoyed not having to try.

"Yeah, you've got my permission.... If you show me it when it is finished."

astrocat 05-09-2021 02:58 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12494887)
A few HOURS?! Well, that was just not - and, okay.

Florrie's face went from frowning to an expression of relief pretty quickly as the younger girl spoke. If she'd been expected to stand there for a few hours she would have retracted her acceptance quickly. Her expression changed once more as the girl continued, one eyebrow raising as she looked slightly impressed.

Only slightly. "That must be very helpful," she offered. It would make studying a hell of a lot easier, that was for sure. Whilst Florrie had an excellent memory for names and faces and, if she applied herself, could commit her school work to memory, she would have very much enjoyed not having to try.

"Yeah, you've got my permission.... If you show me it when it is finished."[/color]
As IF Ash wanted to sit in silence with a bunch of random people for hours? As IF she wanted to sit in silence with people she didn't like for hours? Nahhh, she was asking for their permission only. "Photographic memory only helpful when I want to remember." Helpful for schoolwork? Yes. Helpful for reliving her worst memories? Also yes. Memory was a double-edged sword sometimes. "Of course I'm gonna show you... you can have your own copy if you'd like. Duplication spells are pretty great."

Harron Peasley 05-09-2021 06:02 PM
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Originally Posted by astrocat (Post 12494888)
As IF Ash wanted to sit in silence with a bunch of random people for hours? As IF she wanted to sit in silence with people she didn't like for hours? Nahhh, she was asking for their permission only. "Photographic memory only helpful when I want to remember." Helpful for schoolwork? Yes. Helpful for reliving her worst memories? Also yes. Memory was a double-edged sword sometimes. "Of course I'm gonna show you... you can have your own copy if you'd like. Duplication spells are pretty great."
After a moment, Florrie nodded. She got that there were things someone wouldn't want to remember, like the majority of the last year, or a stupid crush that they were ignoring. Very different scenarios, same kinda of wish that it didn't happen. Not that Florrie had a crush, or had suffered that badly last term - but still, she got what the kid meant.

A copy? "Well, that will really depend on how good it is," she said flippantly.

astrocat 05-09-2021 09:33 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12494914)
After a moment, Florrie nodded. She got that there were things someone wouldn't want to remember, like the majority of the last year, or a stupid crush that they were ignoring. Very different scenarios, same kinda of wish that it didn't happen. Not that Florrie had a crush, or had suffered that badly last term - but still, she got what the kid meant.

A copy? "Well, that will really depend on how good it is," she said flippantly.
Ash snorted. How good it is? It was gonna be good. "Don't think you have to worry about that." Everyone else had been drawn just fine. Amazingly, actually. Why would this one be different? "I can show you how I draw if you'd like." As people looked in life. Not better or worse.

Harron Peasley 05-10-2021 09:39 PM
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Originally Posted by astrocat (Post 12494984)
Ash snorted. How good it is? It was gonna be good. "Don't think you have to worry about that." Everyone else had been drawn just fine. Amazingly, actually. Why would this one be different? "I can show you how I draw if you'd like." As people looked in life. Not better or worse.
Well, this one was confident, wasn't she? Florrie's eyebrow raised and an amused look crossed her face. She knew self confidence (rather, she knew the masquerade of self confidence to mask insecurities, but to the fifth year they were one and the same at that moment), and seeing it on the younger student was interesting.

Interesting enough that she nodded and made her way to the girls side. "Yeah, I'd like to see that."

astrocat 05-10-2021 10:15 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12495176)
Well, this one was confident, wasn't she? Florrie's eyebrow raised and an amused look crossed her face. She knew self confidence (rather, she knew the masquerade of self confidence to mask insecurities, but to the fifth year they were one and the same at that moment), and seeing it on the younger student was interesting.

Interesting enough that she nodded and made her way to the girls side. "Yeah, I'd like to see that."
Ash was very smiley inside today, although she hardly ever smiled outside. Happiness was a weakness, a tool your enemies could use. Something that people could take away. Pain, however, never seemed to help anyone, and so Ash held onto it as something that she felt her enemies could never use against her. Hope can't be squashed if it never existed. Happiness could never leave if it was never there to start. You cannot be unpleasantly surprised if you knew all along that unpleasantness is a default state. but guess what?

Ash often did have INTERNAL happiness that nobody could find and take away. And the source? PROVING PEOPLE WRONG. Ash loved loved loved to prove people wrong.

And this kinda sounded like the girl was expecting her art to be terrible, which was uncalled for considering that Ash had been doing art for years and took requests and everything. Yeah, I'd like to see that... haha, okay.

Ash pulled out a folder marked FACES.
She pulled out a bunch of pages.

"This one is Ollie and this one is Upstead and this one is my boyfriend and this one is my brother and this one is Noah and this one is..." cue an atrociously long list of names, each name matching an actually amazing portrait. Each subject had their own expression(some happy, some unhappy), and they were not more or less attractive than in real life. Nobody could say that Ash was not exactly accurate, even if the painting was of somebody ugly-crying into their hands or something.
"...and this one is me." Deep breath. That was a LONG list.
Was the girl satisfied or should she talk some more?
Ash would like to talk some more.
The girl had asked, and Ash was happy to answer.
Ash wasn't going to let anyone laugh at her expense.

Harron Peasley 05-15-2021 10:21 PM
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Originally Posted by astrocat (Post 12495184)
Ash was very smiley inside today, although she hardly ever smiled outside. Happiness was a weakness, a tool your enemies could use. Something that people could take away. Pain, however, never seemed to help anyone, and so Ash held onto it as something that she felt her enemies could never use against her. Hope can't be squashed if it never existed. Happiness could never leave if it was never there to start. You cannot be unpleasantly surprised if you knew all along that unpleasantness is a default state. but guess what?

Ash often did have INTERNAL happiness that nobody could find and take away. And the source? PROVING PEOPLE WRONG. Ash loved loved loved to prove people wrong.

And this kinda sounded like the girl was expecting her art to be terrible, which was uncalled for considering that Ash had been doing art for years and took requests and everything. Yeah, I'd like to see that... haha, okay.

Ash pulled out a folder marked FACES.
She pulled out a bunch of pages.

"This one is Ollie and this one is Upstead and this one is my boyfriend and this one is my brother and this one is Noah and this one is..." cue an atrociously long list of names, each name matching an actually amazing portrait. Each subject had their own expression(some happy, some unhappy), and they were not more or less attractive than in real life. Nobody could say that Ash was not exactly accurate, even if the painting was of somebody ugly-crying into their hands or something.
"...and this one is me." Deep breath. That was a LONG list.
Was the girl satisfied or should she talk some more?
Ash would like to talk some more.
The girl had asked, and Ash was happy to answer.
Ash wasn't going to let anyone laugh at her expense.
It wasn't that Florrie expected the art to be bad, more that the kid was... well, a kid, so she expected it to be a work in progress. For want of a better phrase. Average? Maybe. Probably.

She wasn't expecting the kid to bring out a folder and to go through every single person she'd ever painted. Florrie was actually impressed for the first few and it even showed on her face, but after a while she got bored and just kind of zoned out.

It was totally rude and the fifth year didn't care because she'd seen enough to admit that the younger girl was good, maybe great, but she didn't need to see all of them. When a self portrait was eventually held up, Florrie zoned back in, taking a step back to better compare the likeness. "That's... really accurate. Thank Merlin I have no spots today." She even offered the girl a big smile, but was it in relation to her flawless skin, or the painting? One wouldn't know.

"Okay, you're really good. I definitely want a copy."

astrocat 05-16-2021 02:57 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12495884)
It wasn't that Florrie expected the art to be bad, more that the kid was... well, a kid, so she expected it to be a work in progress. For want of a better phrase. Average? Maybe. Probably.

She wasn't expecting the kid to bring out a folder and to go through every single person she'd ever painted. Florrie was actually impressed for the first few and it even showed on her face, but after a while she got bored and just kind of zoned out.

It was totally rude and the fifth year didn't care because she'd seen enough to admit that the younger girl was good, maybe great, but she didn't need to see all of them. When a self portrait was eventually held up, Florrie zoned back in, taking a step back to better compare the likeness. "That's... really accurate. Thank Merlin I have no spots today." She even offered the girl a big smile, but was it in relation to her flawless skin, or the painting? One wouldn't know.

"Okay, you're really good. I definitely want a copy."
Ash didn't really care if the girl was paying attention. What mattered was that her point was made.

What Ash did care about was that the girl had just commented on the accuracy of the self-portrait and then immediately started talking about how nice her own skin was. There was a lot to be implied there. "Uh huh." Ash didn't even have 'spots', just nasty scars and a depressing expression. So she nodded politely, glad that she wasn't as vain as the person she was talking to.

Ash kept all of her scars. She never made any effort to remove them. They were stories- her stories. There was only one that she had gotten rid of. It was the one that said 'liar' on her face. That was the only story that she didn't care to tell.

"Thank you. I'll bring you one tomorrow." She was sure that she could find her. Ash knew almost every hiding spot in the whole castle- she was super good at not being found. So she was pretty good at finding people and guessing where they would and wouldn't be. "If you know anybody that wouldn't mind being drawn, tell me. I'm trying to make a collection of just people at Hogwarts." Collect-them-all, kinda. She wanted to paint it all down.

Harron Peasley 05-22-2021 03:29 PM
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Originally Posted by astrocat (Post 12495991)
Ash didn't really care if the girl was paying attention. What mattered was that her point was made.

What Ash did care about was that the girl had just commented on the accuracy of the self-portrait and then immediately started talking about how nice her own skin was. There was a lot to be implied there. "Uh huh." Ash didn't even have 'spots', just nasty scars and a depressing expression. So she nodded politely, glad that she wasn't as vain as the person she was talking to.

Ash kept all of her scars. She never made any effort to remove them. They were stories- her stories. There was only one that she had gotten rid of. It was the one that said 'liar' on her face. That was the only story that she didn't care to tell.

"Thank you. I'll bring you one tomorrow." She was sure that she could find her. Ash knew almost every hiding spot in the whole castle- she was super good at not being found. So she was pretty good at finding people and guessing where they would and wouldn't be. "If you know anybody that wouldn't mind being drawn, tell me. I'm trying to make a collection of just people at Hogwarts." Collect-them-all, kinda. She wanted to paint it all down.
Not many people were as vain as Florrie Charbonneau - not that Florrie herself even realised this. Any self awareness she had was redirected towards her good qualities, and never the bad - completely defeating the point of any self awareness that she possessed in the first place. So she was happy with her skin, and smiled smuggly as the younger girl nodded politely.

"Tomorrow? Is that enough time?" Surely it would take more than a few hours to paint her? Florrie couldn't imagine how it would be done by tomorrow, no matter how talented the artist. "Cooper probably wouldn't mind, if you agreed to let him take your photograph." She mentioned the first person who came to mind, because in a way it was just a different art form with similar results - at least it was to her.

"I bet Schmoe would let you, too."

astrocat 05-22-2021 11:50 PM
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley (Post 12496901)
Not many people were as vain as Florrie Charbonneau - not that Florrie herself even realised this. Any self awareness she had was redirected towards her good qualities, and never the bad - completely defeating the point of any self awareness that she possessed in the first place. So she was happy with her skin, and smiled smuggly as the younger girl nodded politely.

"Tomorrow? Is that enough time?" Surely it would take more than a few hours to paint her? Florrie couldn't imagine how it would be done by tomorrow, no matter how talented the artist. "Cooper probably wouldn't mind, if you agreed to let him take your photograph." She mentioned the first person who came to mind, because in a way it was just a different art form with similar results - at least it was to her.

"I bet Schmoe would let you, too."
Ash suppressed an eye roll. You weren't supposed to roll your eyes at customers, unless you really wanted to. Her dad said that to her, and he got super rich off of selling stuff to people, so he'd probably know. Granted, Florrie wasn't paying her, but the concept still applied. Maybe she would pay in popularity. Y'know, when people liked what you did so they boosted you. Paying in networking opportunities. Ash did learn some business stuff, whenever her father decided to finally interact with her.

"I can paint it by tomorrow afternoon." Fast service. Did she have to do some sleep-schedule-management and putting Florrie at the front of the line? Yeah. But she said it would be done by tomorrow, so it would be. Ash didn't have much to do this afternoon anyways. Or tomorrow.

"I'd like my photo taken. That would be interesting." Ash pulled out her black notebook and flipped to 'people I need to ask'. She added Cooper and Schmoe. There. Two more people she could ask to contribute to this little project she had. This little activity. Therapy exercise. Whatever you wanted to call it.

Watson 07-22-2021 03:28 AM
For Ivy!
 
The spring days were starting to get warmer and warmer which was a sure sign that summer was around the corner. She really didn’t want to go home. She liked it here. Hogwarts wasnt as bad as her siblings had made her think it was but then again- things were severely different than last year.

Humming to herself, Lisa skipped across the bridge stuck in her very own world and then stopped halfway to look down at the ground below. Woaaaah. That would be a long way to fall. She gulped and backed away from it. Despite her improvement in flying lessons (thanks Jasper Botros :loved:), she was still quite afraid of heights.

AlwaysSnapesGirl 07-24-2021 05:57 PM
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Originally Posted by Watson (Post 12501824)
The spring days were starting to get warmer and warmer which was a sure sign that summer was around the corner. She really didn’t want to go home. She liked it here. Hogwarts wasnt as bad as her siblings had made her think it was but then again- things were severely different than last year.

Humming to herself, Lisa skipped across the bridge stuck in her very own world and then stopped halfway to look down at the ground below. Woaaaah. That would be a long way to fall. She gulped and backed away from it. Despite her improvement in flying lessons (thanks Jasper Botros :loved:), she was still quite afraid of heights.
It was another great day to take a stroll around the grounds. Ivy still had one last essay that was due next week, but finishing it would go a lot more smoothly if she took a break. A little fresh air always helped rejuvenate her mind.

Stepping onto the wooden bridge, she spotted Lisa further down the bridge, backing away from the side. "Hey Lisa," Ivy said as she approached her, offering a small smile. "You okay?"

Watson 07-26-2021 01:00 AM
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl (Post 12501936)
It was another great day to take a stroll around the grounds. Ivy still had one last essay that was due next week, but finishing it would go a lot more smoothly if she took a break. A little fresh air always helped rejuvenate her mind.

Stepping onto the wooden bridge, she spotted Lisa further down the bridge, backing away from the side. "Hey Lisa," Ivy said as she approached her, offering a small smile. "You okay?"
She looked to her right to see Ivy on the bridge too. Her smile grew larger at her housemate’s and cast member’s presence almost like she were Tootles looking at Peter Pan. Was she okay? she thought about the question for a moment, mulling it over. “Yeah! I’m good. It’s just… I never looked down the side of the bridge before and my tummy went all flippy floppy. I don’t like heights.”

Lisa bit her lip. “I also don’t want to go home… It’s almost time… What about you? Are you alright?”

AlwaysSnapesGirl 07-28-2021 02:05 AM
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Originally Posted by Watson (Post 12502016)
She looked to her right to see Ivy on the bridge too. Her smile grew larger at her housemate’s and cast member’s presence almost like she were Tootles looking at Peter Pan. Was she okay? she thought about the question for a moment, mulling it over. “Yeah! I’m good. It’s just… I never looked down the side of the bridge before and my tummy went all flippy floppy. I don’t like heights.”

Lisa bit her lip. “I also don’t want to go home… It’s almost time… What about you? Are you alright?”
Afraid of heights? Awww. "Looking over the edge always makes it feel worse," she said, gently resting a hand on Lisa's shoulder. "So usually best to avoid it, unless you're trying to face your fear." Which would be very brave and admirable! Even though there were probably more fun ways to do that than standing on a bridge. Like flying. Ivy could even help!

"Oh?" That was curious though, not wanting to go home. Ivy furrowed her brow, concerned. "I'm alright, yeah. But why don't you want to go home?"

Watson 07-31-2021 03:56 PM
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl (Post 12502153)
Afraid of heights? Awww. "Looking over the edge always makes it feel worse," she said, gently resting a hand on Lisa's shoulder. "So usually best to avoid it, unless you're trying to face your fear." Which would be very brave and admirable! Even though there were probably more fun ways to do that than standing on a bridge. Like flying. Ivy could even help!

"Oh?" That was curious though, not wanting to go home. Ivy furrowed her brow, concerned. "I'm alright, yeah. But why don't you want to go home?"
She bit her lip, looking up to Ivy, as the older girl talked. Looking over the edge always DID make things worse. “Yeah… I don’t think I’d be able to do the flying thing you do in the play. That’s brave.” Ivy seemed really brave and smart. Lisa was a fan and looked up to her and Misa greatly. “How do you do it?”

That was a great question. Why. Why didn’t she want to go home? “It’s not like I don’t want to see family… I don’t want to leave Hogwarts over the summer and not see my new friends. It’s been really nice being here and figuring things out. We had a football game, a play, and lots of homework… there was also drama between Daniel and V squabbling but that’s them. They always squabble… it’ll be weird to be in a new routine and back home… I love my family but what if our friends move on? Will it be the same when we come back next year?”

AlwaysSnapesGirl 08-06-2021 11:41 PM
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Originally Posted by Watson (Post 12502323)
She bit her lip, looking up to Ivy, as the older girl talked. Looking over the edge always DID make things worse. “Yeah… I don’t think I’d be able to do the flying thing you do in the play. That’s brave.” Ivy seemed really brave and smart. Lisa was a fan and looked up to her and Misa greatly. “How do you do it?”

That was a great question. Why. Why didn’t she want to go home? “It’s not like I don’t want to see family… I don’t want to leave Hogwarts over the summer and not see my new friends. It’s been really nice being here and figuring things out. We had a football game, a play, and lots of homework… there was also drama between Daniel and V squabbling but that’s them. They always squabble… it’ll be weird to be in a new routine and back home… I love my family but what if our friends move on? Will it be the same when we come back next year?”
That word brave...it was always a surprise whenever someone said they thought she was. A surprise partly because it understandably didn't happen that often and partly because Ivy didn't consider herself particularly brave either. And there were many reasons for that, none of which she would be dredging up in her mind here. But still...it was an interesting and weird feeling.

"I dunno. I've been flying on a broom since I was little, so I guess I never really developed a fear of heights." It was just something she was used to, so it translated pretty easily to the flying in the play. "So I'm not sure how brave that makes me. I think it's a lot more brave the way you don't let your fear hold you back in Flying class and how you keep trying."

Listening to Lisa's explanation, it made more sense now why she was hesitant about going home. "I can't promise things will be the exact same, at least not everything. But," she continued, wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders, "I don't think your friends will move on, not when they've got an awesome friend like you." There was...always the possibility of people transferring, like how Misa was thinking about leaving. Ivy was still hoping to change her mind, but even then, she was certain Misa wouldn't forget Lisa and would write to her. "They're going to miss you over the holidays too, and probably invite you to hangout at their home or in Diagon Alley. And then they'll be so excited to see you again once September rolls back around."


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