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A covered bridge of questionable construction that connects the courtyard to the rest of the grounds, this rickety bridge has been damaged and repaired many times over, the most recent major incident being its total collapse during the battle at Hogwarts in 2104. The structure was ultimately brought down by fire and duel, an incident which was not without casualties.
Since then, the wooden bridge has been restored, and is back to its former... glory. Although it still looks like it may fall apart again and send anyone standing on it into the ravine below again, it probably won't. Not so soon, at any rate. Still, any exceptionally loud creaking should be reported to the groundskeeper, just in case.
This long and narrow bridge has a rich history attached to it, and deserves your respect. On your way between the grounds and the castle, why not stop and admire the view for a moment?
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aryan was not impressed by the bridge the moment he saw it. Even if he had heard tales that the bridge was safe enough, he couldn’t help but have some amount of misgivings. Why on earth would Dad Adi choose this rickety and dilapidated this as one of his most favourite places at Hogwarts was beyond the elven year old. Oh yes, this boy knew that fact since Adi had taken a lot of time to regale him with tales of his Hogwarts days, including the ones of Adi and his girlfriend hanging out there many a day.
The Slytherin took some cautious steps across the bridge cautiously, listening for signs of his weight cracking the wood. Then again, he wasn’t likely to make much of an impact since he was so small and skinny. Anyway, he doubted Bryony would want to hang out here. Not that she was his girlfriend, of course. Maybe Drake would think the thing was cool.
Ary came to a halt after a few dozen paces to examine the view.
So far, Phoebe did not like Hogwarts. It was loud, overwhelming, and and and and and nobody liked her, she was pretty sure. And she wished so bad that she wasn't a Slytherin. But she did like exploring... that was a nice thing about Hogwarts. Another nice thing was that her robes were green, and the kitchens had infinity food. But she still cried every day.
Today, she was using her free time to explore the grounds. She wandered out to the courtyard and then onto the bridge. She liked the fresh air and sun and the view, all things that the Slytherin common room didn't have much of. she came to a stop beside a boy her age, just a little bigger than her, and leaned on the railing next to him. "The view from here is so big," Phoebe said. Then she just sighed.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Phoebe! <3
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Originally Posted by astrocat
So far, Phoebe did not like Hogwarts. It was loud, overwhelming, and and and and and nobody liked her, she was pretty sure. And she wished so bad that she wasn't a Slytherin. But she did like exploring... that was a nice thing about Hogwarts. Another nice thing was that her robes were green, and the kitchens had infinity food. But she still cried every day.
Today, she was using her free time to explore the grounds. She wandered out to the courtyard and then onto the bridge. She liked the fresh air and sun and the view, all things that the Slytherin common room didn't have much of. she came to a stop beside a boy her age, just a little bigger than her, and leaned on the railing next to him. "The view from here is so big," Phoebe said. Then she just sighed.
Aryan could sadly relate to Phoebe to an extent. He liked Hogwarts but was having a horrendous time adjusting. He had never been away this long from the Reserve and his fathers. The thought occurred to him that given the option, he would have gone right back home after his first day of classes. If it hadn’t been for his friends, he was pretty sure he’d have been utterly miserable.
However, like Phoebe, Ary thought exploration was wonderful.
The movement beside him had him turning so quickly that it cricked slightly but painfully. Rubbing the smarting side of it, the dark haired boy eyed Phoebe, whom he recognised instantly since they shared a Common Room. Her words were considered before he shrugged. That was one way of looking at it. The sigh did concern him, you know. Was it the exasperated type? The happy type? The get-me-out-of-this-place-or-I’ll-go-mad type? The latter of which he himself sighed a lot of, by the way.
The sigh wasn't quite any of those things: not exasperated, definitely not happy, no madness involved. It was just lonely and small. She looked briefly towards her housemate, then looked out at the view again. "Pfft. Of course I'm okay," Phoebe said unconvincingly. "I just- well- I just feel Small out here. Everything's bigger than me and way too much to handle." She thought Stemp House was too many kids, but it was nothing compared to this. And the staircases here kept moving. And she had a hard time connecting with her dormmates. "But," she added, "There are some good things. Like unlimited snacks and the greenhouses. I like those parts. What about you, Ary?" She sat down against the wall of the bridge, mostly because her feet hurt from all this walking.
Dripping in sweat and red faced, Hooper Ridley-Rush stood at the end of the bridge closest to the castle, his t-shirt sticking to him as though someone had thrown a bucket of water at him. Running his hands through his hair to move it from out his face, he stood and peered over the side of the bridge, down into the chasm below as he caught his breath for a moment. Despite the beauty of the foggy ravine this early in the morning, it wasn’t really the reason as to why he was out so early. Ever since the start of the year, he’d made it his morning routine to go jogging, but as the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer, it was becoming harder and harder for him to wake up early, roll out of bed and walk down from the Gryffindor common room and out into the grounds.
This morning however, he’d managed to make it up and out for his morning run, despite the November frost that clung to the grass and made the paths a little dicier. The actual run itself wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been at the beginning of the year. What was difficult was the temperature, which now that he’d stopped, was causing him to shiver as the sweat that had been dripping off him slowly cooled. He could easily pull out his wand and cast a spell to warm himself up, but that was too much effort for this sixth-year lion.
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Dripping in sweat and red faced, Hooper Ridley-Rush stood at the end of the bridge closest to the castle, his t-shirt sticking to him as though someone had thrown a bucket of water at him. Running his hands through his hair to move it from out his face, he stood and peered over the side of the bridge, down into the chasm below as he caught his breath for a moment. Despite the beauty of the foggy ravine this early in the morning, it wasn’t really the reason as to why he was out so early. Ever since the start of the year, he’d made it his morning routine to go jogging, but as the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer, it was becoming harder and harder for him to wake up early, roll out of bed and walk down from the Gryffindor common room and out into the grounds.
This morning however, he’d managed to make it up and out for his morning run, despite the November frost that clung to the grass and made the paths a little dicier. The actual run itself wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been at the beginning of the year. What was difficult was the temperature, which now that he’d stopped, was causing him to shiver as the sweat that had been dripping off him slowly cooled. He could easily pull out his wand and cast a spell to warm himself up, but that was too much effort for this sixth-year lion.
What in the world was one recently-turned-fourteen-year-old doing out and about this early in the morning? Certainly not exercising. Zara M. Bunbury-Foster did not exercise this early in the day. This time of day was for thinking and musing.
No, she was scouting. Scouting a location for her next landscape.....or... portrait? She squinted down the bridge at the boy peering over the edge, then held up her gloved hands to make a square frame around his face. Hmm. Could he work?
She wandered a little closer, her breath coming out of her mouth in a small wisp as she spoke. "You alright?" Zara was nothing but friendly, even to.... ugh, Gryffindors.
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What in the world was one recently-turned-fourteen-year-old doing out and about this early in the morning? Certainly not exercising. Zara M. Bunbury-Foster did not exercise this early in the day. This time of day was for thinking and musing.
No, she was scouting. Scouting a location for her next landscape.....or... portrait? She squinted down the bridge at the boy peering over the edge, then held up her gloved hands to make a square frame around his face. Hmm. Could he work?
She wandered a little closer, her breath coming out of her mouth in a small wisp as she spoke. "You alright?" Zara was nothing but friendly, even to.... ugh, Gryffindors.
It took Hooper a moment to realise that someone was getting closer to him, the echoes of their footsteps being masked by the wind, but he did eventually hear them slowly crossing the bridge towards him. Forcing himself to turn away from the ravine, mostly because he felt like an icicle, he turned towards the oncoming student with a frosty expression. “I’ve been better, I’ll be honest,” he replied a small shiver running down his spine causing his body to erupt into goosebumps. Looking up, he almost expected it to start snowing at any moment but thankfully, the weather seemed to just be holding off, hopefully until he could make it into the castle by a fire.
Feeling like he owed this younger Slytherin an explanation for some reason, Hooper continued, “I went jogging this morning and figured that I’d be so warm jogging that I wouldn’t feel the cold. I was wrong.” Some people might argue that a Gryffindor admitting they were wrong was a rare sight. Hooper had no issues doing as such however, especially when it was so plainly etched across his face and the damp, sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to his body. “Are you out here exercising too or…” his words tailing off now as he caught sight of her gloved hands.
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
It took Hooper a moment to realise that someone was getting closer to him, the echoes of their footsteps being masked by the wind, but he did eventually hear them slowly crossing the bridge towards him. Forcing himself to turn away from the ravine, mostly because he felt like an icicle, he turned towards the oncoming student with a frosty expression. “I’ve been better, I’ll be honest,” he replied a small shiver running down his spine causing his body to erupt into goosebumps. Looking up, he almost expected it to start snowing at any moment but thankfully, the weather seemed to just be holding off, hopefully until he could make it into the castle by a fire.
Feeling like he owed this younger Slytherin an explanation for some reason, Hooper continued, “I went jogging this morning and figured that I’d be so warm jogging that I wouldn’t feel the cold. I was wrong.” Some people might argue that a Gryffindor admitting they were wrong was a rare sight. Hooper had no issues doing as such however, especially when it was so plainly etched across his face and the damp, sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to his body. “Are you out here exercising too or…” his words tailing off now as he caught sight of her gloved hands.
Doesn’t look like it.
She could see the goosebumps on his arms, poor thing. Was looking a bit like the plucked duck at Gran's before she roasted it for Christmas dinner, he was. Zara felt sorry for the Gryffindor's folly, enough so that she reached into her messenger bag and withdrew two things, the first of which she gestured for him to take, as it was her precious sketchbook and she wasn't about to drop that into the ravine today.
The second item was, much to the lucky lion's benefit, a thick school scarf in silver and green, of course. Clucking softly as though she were a mum, Zara draped the scarf around the boy's neck and tucked him in. "Next time you should really wear a sweatshirt," she advised unnecessarily. "Or cast a charm or something."
She held her hand out to take the sketchbook back. "No, I was looking for inspiration for my next landscape or," she tilted her head and looked him up and down slowly, "...portrait." Yes, he would do. She liked the challenge of drawing plucked chicken skin on a human form. She'd never done goosebumps before.
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She could see the goosebumps on his arms, poor thing. Was looking a bit like the plucked duck at Gran's before she roasted it for Christmas dinner, he was. Zara felt sorry for the Gryffindor's folly, enough so that she reached into her messenger bag and withdrew two things, the first of which she gestured for him to take, as it was her precious sketchbook and she wasn't about to drop that into the ravine today.
The second item was, much to the lucky lion's benefit, a thick school scarf in silver and green, of course. Clucking softly as though she were a mum, Zara draped the scarf around the boy's neck and tucked him in. "Next time you should really wear a sweatshirt," she advised unnecessarily. "Or cast a charm or something."
She held her hand out to take the sketchbook back. "No, I was looking for inspiration for my next landscape or," she tilted her head and looked him up and down slowly, "...portrait." Yes, he would do. She liked the challenge of drawing plucked chicken skin on a human form. She'd never done goosebumps before.
Standing there, dripping and freezing, Hooper couldn’t help but wish this conversation was taking place next to a warm fire. A snack or two wouldn’t go amiss either. As it was however, they were outside, the wind was whipping at their faces and he was shivering. Taking the sketchbook, Hooper eyed it in confusion as it was practically thrust into his hands. He was even more confused when a scarf was being thrown over his head and he was being tucked in, like a child at the end of the day! He supposed he did deserve this as he had made the mistake of venturing out in nothing but his joggers and a t-shirt. “Uhh thank you? You really didn’t have to though. I was just…” but just as he was about to say that he was going to be fine, the warm scarf provided him with just a little more warmth that he had.
Handing the sketchbook back, he nodded a little, showing that he both understood and that he still actually had some wits about him despite the cold. “Portrait?....you want to draw…me?” The way she eyed him…he felt like some kind of test subject. He supposed he did owe her for the scarf but still...being sketched wasn’t exactly something that he felt comfortable with. Being the centre of someone’s attention. Always looking at you. Looking for small pieces of detail. Surprisingly, he was actually about to agree to this before eventually, he decided that finding out a little more information was needed because he was smort. “So you’re in Slytherin but who are you? Sorry, I’m good with faces but I don’t know you."
"I’m Hooper,” he added at the end after an afterthought.
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Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Standing there, dripping and freezing, Hooper couldn’t help but wish this conversation was taking place next to a warm fire. A snack or two wouldn’t go amiss either. As it was however, they were outside, the wind was whipping at their faces and he was shivering. Taking the sketchbook, Hooper eyed it in confusion as it was practically thrust into his hands. He was even more confused when a scarf was being thrown over his head and he was being tucked in, like a child at the end of the day! He supposed he did deserve this as he had made the mistake of venturing out in nothing but his joggers and a t-shirt. “Uhh thank you? You really didn’t have to though. I was just…” but just as he was about to say that he was going to be fine, the warm scarf provided him with just a little more warmth that he had.
Handing the sketchbook back, he nodded a little, showing that he both understood and that he still actually had some wits about him despite the cold. “Portrait?....you want to draw…me?” The way she eyed him…he felt like some kind of test subject. He supposed he did owe her for the scarf but still...being sketched wasn’t exactly something that he felt comfortable with. Being the centre of someone’s attention. Always looking at you. Looking for small pieces of detail. Surprisingly, he was actually about to agree to this before eventually, he decided that finding out a little more information was needed because he was smort. “So you’re in Slytherin but who are you? Sorry, I’m good with faces but I don’t know you."
"I’m Hooper,” he added at the end after an afterthought.
Zara could feel the wind too, and to be honest, she wouldn't have stuck it out to finish a full landscape; it was kind of stinging her eyes and making her misty-eyed. She looked back to the boy with a simple nod. Yep. You're welcome.
Another nod came for the request to draw him. "I'm Zara," she replied quickly, gesturing back toward the castle. "I can draw you inside. I'm sure breakfast isn't crowded yet." In case he--- sorry, Hooper ---wanted to warm up. She could get in a good sketch of him and then extrapolate on the details later. It wouldn't take long.
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