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Post by Charles D Height on Aug 12, 2009 22:13:30 GMT -5
"Oh.." he said listening to the boy explain the german word. "Schmetterling." not many people thought of the german language as a romantic language, techniquely it wasn't but the word Schmetterling.. it sounded right for his situation. "How can I be love sick for someone I barely know." He closed his eyes for a moment and then stood up. He paced the room a while as he thought about the situation, he didn't like this feeling and at the same time he loved it. It was new to him and he didn't understand ti , which made him feel a bit nervous, scared which caused the dislike for the feeling, but every time he saw her face in his head, the random day dreams it made him smile and feel well happy. Then the age thing, it did bother him, but it wouldn't be that bad right? If he could get over it.
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 12, 2009 22:23:35 GMT -5
Mikeal ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at his potions essay. He would be sure to get it back from Professor Snape with a mere "Acceptable" written across the top in midnight black ink. It was all because he was a Gryffindor. Luckily for him, people from the ministry graded their OWL exams, not the Hogwarts staff, probably to avoid favouritism or something. "Things like this happen sometimes," Mikeal said with a bit of a shrug as he allowed himself a large stretch to ease the tension that had developed in his back since he had set to work on his essay. "It is, determined." |
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Post by Charles D Height on Aug 12, 2009 22:27:49 GMT -5
He ran his hand through his hair. "Maybe I should cut my hair? She didn't seem to fascinated by it.." HE bit his lip as he continued to pace around the floor.. " I don't think I like being in such a .. whatever you call this.. seriously.. me.. .love sick.. its me.." He stopped walking and stood still. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. He was trying to get himself ready to be dumbed before anything even happened, you know coushin the blow, but it was hard to do so. He looked towards Mikeal. "I'm sorry for interrupting your.. essay.. go back to your essay.."
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 12, 2009 22:36:01 GMT -5
Mikeal played with the mental image of Charles cutting his hair for a moment, amused. It just didn't seem like the look for him, for as long as Mikeal had known the heady boy, he had had long, dark brown hair. The idea of him cutting it short just didn't seem to rest right with Mikeal. He returned to rocking back in his chair again, mind wandering about. He bit his lip lightly as he did so. He looked back up at Charles when he had began to speak once more, apologizing about interrupting his work. "It was nothing," said Mikeal with a slight smile. "I welcomed the excuse to procrastinate." Because of his accent, the word "welcome" sounded more like "velcome," but it was hard to notice. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Aug 12, 2009 22:44:00 GMT -5
He took a deep breath and turned his head to look to Mikael. He moved to sit in the chair across from the other boy He stared at the Gryffindor for a moment, bitting his lip. " I still can't believe.. me.. head over heels.. me.." He was more worried about getting rejected. He laughed slight at a thought. " and I do that a lot.. just random thoughts about random day dreams.. shes in my dreams.. I don't know how I can just act like there's nothing there around her.. I feel more like avoiding her. i mean its better than rejection." He couldn't even believe he was thinking this month about something "I Maybe I just need fresh air."
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 13, 2009 16:58:04 GMT -5
Mikeal picked up his quill once more, but found it a bit difficult to continued his train of thought from where he had left off at. He sighed quietly as he thumbed through the potions textbook that was opened above where he had set his essay. He wanted to curse Professor Snape into a hundred slimy pieces for assigning so much homework, which of course, the Slytherins probably wouldn't be expected to complete. He scrathed the back of his head as he thought, and then continued writing, but was soon side-tracked by Charles once more. "Avoidance solves nothing, my friend," Mikeal said, shaking his head. "One cannot progress if he doesn't take the first step forward." |
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Post by Charles D Height on Aug 13, 2009 17:09:25 GMT -5
" I know.. but rejection.. I think it would hurt.." Maybe it was better if he tried to hang out with her first. Yes he knew he should do that first, but there was a part of him that took control of him that just wanted to get it out of the way. " How about we switch the subject now.. unless you would rather go back to your work." Even how he interacting with others had seemed to change. He couldn't even flirt with anyone else, and there would be girls that would try to flirt with him.
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 13, 2009 17:22:45 GMT -5
Mikeal shook his head lightly. Like it or not, Charles had seriously fallen for the girl, and he just needed to get over his fear of rejection and talk with her. "I think I'll be returning to my work," said Mikeal. "But please feel free to interrupt," He wouldn't mind more conversation, but Mikeal found it was harder to start topics for talking with other guys, unless it revolved around girls, otherwise he made conversation much more easily with females. It was his gift, one might say. He returned to writing, not assuming that he would get a whole lot done before talking with Charles again. That was all right by him, he would finish tomorrow if need be. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Aug 14, 2009 9:56:06 GMT -5
"Ok.." usualy he'd interupt people and not care. Seriously, what was wrong with him. He wasn't sure if he liked it all that much. Maybe it was a phase and he'd just snap out of it. He moved back towards the couch and sat there, blankly staring at the fire. "Crap" He just remembered. "Snapes essay." He rolled his eyes and moved quickly up the stairs. IT was due tomorrow. He move back into the commons with his satual. "Catch you later Mikeal"
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 14, 2009 16:57:40 GMT -5
"All right, farewell," said Mikeal absently without looking up from his essay. It had to be a minimum of three scrolls of parchment. At least his handwriting was a little bit bigger than average, so three scrolls for him might be more like three and a half for someone else, but that was still a lot of writing. And not to mention all the other homework that Mikeal still had left to do. But at least it wasn't as bad as the heavy homework load in his fifth year, supposedly to prepare him for O.W.L.s. He did not envy the fifth years. Mikeal paused to dip his quill into his ink and continued to write. |
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Gryff 7th year
