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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 22, 2009 19:46:48 GMT -5
He was in the library, had been for about an hour. OUt of that hour, over half the time was taken up by interrupting thoughts and stolen Glances. Every now and then he would feel like someone was watching him, which would call for Sirius to run a hand through his hair as he moved his head just a bit to see who was watching him. After so much of feeling like he was being watched, probably due to his looks and charms, at least that was the reason in his mind, he decided to try to focus on his school work. Re-Opening the Charms book, he looked towards a picture that was being used as his bookmark. It was the picture he had found during detention one night, hidden and forgotten no doubt. Luckily names were on the back of the movie photo. IT was a picture of a guy named Remus, James and girl named Lily. Then there was this one particular guy, who by the order of the list of names on the back was Sirius. The more he looked at this picture, the more he tried to ignore the resemblance.
He was one to always be on guard, it was just in his nature during these last few years. SO, when he heard a slight foot step from behind him. He didn't move or react with his body instead he spoke. Last time he reacted otherwise, led to his last detention. "Can I help you?" He didn't know who he was speaking to, but he knew someone was behind him. Not knowing how close he or she was, he instantly shut the book, hiding the picture.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 23, 2009 17:07:17 GMT -5
Can I help you? The words had made Charlotte jump and her heart leap. Most of the time, nobody bothered to even look at her, since she wasn't her twin sister, Elizabeth. Charlotte wasn't as pretty, outgoing, or as... Elizabeth. She used to not care, but these days, she was starting to get fairly annoyed that she was never paid any attention. Wasn't it she who had gotten flawless grades on final exams last year, while Elizabeth had gotten a Unsatisfactory on two subjects, and a Troll in Transfiguration? Charlotte looked over at the boy who had spoken. A Gryffindor, and probably a year or two ahead of her. She had been browsing, looking for a book on potion-making. She liked to look up unusual elixirs in her spare time.
The boy seemed angry, as if he had been looking at something personal like a diary. But Charlotte knew better, most boys didn't keep journals. For fear of being teased about not being "manly" or something. She slid the old, heavy book back onto the shelf without really thinking about it, it had not been the thing that she was looking for. "No, nothing," Charlotte said in a small voice, she never spoke much more loudly than this. If in a place that was louder than the library, it was almost impossible to hear her. Everything that came from her mouth was a whisper. "Sorry," Charlotte added. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 23, 2009 17:26:03 GMT -5
He hadn't even looked at the girl, he just knew someone was there. By the sound of the voice, he figured out female. But there was something a bit familiar about that voice. No, it wasn't a voice he usually had conversations with. BUt none the less had heard it, at-least enough to remember it. Turning around, he looked towards the girl's who's voice he had heard and gave a warm smile. "It's fine.. thought you were sneaking up on me.. My fault really." He rambled. He had to look her over a couple of times before it hit her. He had noticed her around, her voice always seeming to catch his ears, even if he didn't realize it.
He turned back around, acting like he had no interest in talking to her. A moment later he turned his head back towards her/ Standing up, he ran a hand through his hair. " Charlotte isn't it." He extended his hand for her to take. "I've seen you around.. "If she would take his hand, then he would take it in his and place a polite kiss on it, if not then he would just lower his hand to his side.
He waited for the Ravenclaw to say something. He had noticed a pattern. HE'd always end up talking to fifth years. At times it just seemed wrong to him to be flirting with fifth years and at other times he didn't really think to much on it.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 23, 2009 18:21:56 GMT -5
Charlotte was fairly surprised by the Gryffindor pursuing conversation with her, as she had turned around and began scanning the titles again. Obviously, he must be rather paranoid, as he had thought that she was sneaking up on him. Which could mean that he was doing something personal, or something against the rules. She felt a bit uncomfortable, she seldom spoke with people she didn't know. The Gryffindor probably felt that she was intruding on him, being annoying. Charlotte knew that most people felt that way about her, especially Elizabeth. She had never held contempt for her sister before, until now. She had never realized how unfair it had been.
This entire situation was completely out of the ordinary, nobody had even talked to her in a long time. Except for her only friend. Charlotte would sometimes talk to her Russian Blue cat, Grover. He was her baby, she loved him a lot. Most people would find that pathetic, since he was just a cat. But not to Charlotte. "Um, yes," she said quietly, tone even smaller than before. "I'm sorry, but I don't think that we've been introduced." Charlotte gently took the boy's hand, expecting some sort of a handshake. She didn't usually grasp until the other person did, just in case if their intent was not a handshake. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 23, 2009 19:47:17 GMT -5
"Charles Height" He introduced himself as he moved down to kiss the top of her hand. She looked surprised, like she didn't talk to many people or she knew about him and thought he was someone that wouldn't associate with her. "I've noticed you around the halls, May I ask what book your looking for?" He was being polite, not really knowing what might make the girl mad, or feel weird. He liked to be able to get along with mostly everyone.
He stood next to her,finding himself curious. Curiosity was his curse, but he tried not to think of it like that. "Why don't you join me at my table. I mean you don't have to, but I would be very happy if you did." He flashed one of his smiles, and hoped she would decide to join him. He noticed her wardrobe, she was a ravenclaw. Maybe he would bring that up later on,good conversation topic, for just beginning talking with someone.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 23, 2009 20:52:57 GMT -5
Well, whomever this Charles Height character was, he certainly seemed to be charming. Charlotte usually wasn't treated with kindness, at times it felt as if she had suddenly become invisible to all but teachers. People who ran into her didn't apologize, nobody had come to her aid when she had tripped in the hallway last week and scattered her things all over the place. It was a lonely life for Charlotte, even who she had thought to be her best friend hadn't spoken to her in a while. Charlotte emitted a tiny noise of surprise as Charles kissed the top her her hand, like some stereotypical French romantic-type dude, did anyone even do that anymore? It was rather flattering.
"Um," Charlotte began once Charles had inquired as to what she was looking for. Not a particular title, just something to read about potions. Fascinating magic, they were. She supposed that anyone was qualified to make a potion, even muggles and squibs, if they could get their hands on the ingredients required to make them. That just added to their mystery. She jerked out of her thoughts when Charles asked yet another thing of her. "Uh," Charlotte began. A lot of her sentences started this way. She had never really been much of a talker. Elizabeth had that gift. And flaunted it, too. "Sure, okay," Charlotte finished. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 23, 2009 21:00:51 GMT -5
He smiled as he moved back to the table. Placing his hands on the back of the chair on the side of his, he moved it out from under the table for her to sit, then took his own seat. For some reason he didn't want to flirt with her, well not like he would with out girls. Something about her said she'd make a good friend, a secret keeper. He waited to see if she would say anything. Looking down the closed book in front of him, he recalls the picture hidden in its pages of a group of students from the past. HE didn't know an of them personally even if one did look familiar.
"So Ravenclaw ,,, do you like ravenclaw? Is everyone stuck up?" He questioned. "Or stay to themselves? I don't have many encounters with ravenclaws. Not sure why." What a way to try and start a new friendship. He kept quiet waiting for her to say something. His arms moved to rest on top of the book, his eyes moved from his own hands to her eyes.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 23, 2009 23:26:12 GMT -5
Charlotte followed the boy, Charles Height of Gryffindor back to the table that he had been at. It didn't have a ton of stuff on it, or at least not to her. When she did homework it was usually sprawled over two table lengths, books, charts, runes translations, broken quills, empty ink bottles, diagrams, scrap parchment, half-finished essays... It really was quite the mess. But Charlotte had had a completely full schedule ever since third year. She didn't regret it for an instant, it was just hard to choose between Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies. She had acquire a time-turner, but only had to use it once a day when she had decided that Divination wasn't for her.
"Thank you," Charlotte said in a tone barely louder than a whisper as Charles pulled out a chair for her. He was gentlemanly, a trait not frequently found in young men of these days, she liked that kind of thing, not that she fancied Charles, but he seemed like he would be a good friend. Charlotte brushed the hair on her left side behind her ear as Charles began to speak again, asking inquiries about the people of Ravenclaw. Charlotte felt that she was not the appropriate person to ask, as mostly everyone treated her cruelly. She felt it was well-deserved, after all, how was she supposed to live up to pretty, popular Elizabeth? "They're, um, all right I suppose," Charlotte said. "Although I suppose a couple of them are a little, erm- stuck up." |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 24, 2009 7:11:17 GMT -5
"Ah..." he simply stated. She was more of the stay to herself type. How many ravenclaw's were like her? He didn't let the question stay too long on his mind. He moved his arms from off of the book and sat back in his chair. He pressed his foot against one of the table kewgs That was his way of making sure his legs didn't fall asleep. Charles stretched his arms back with ayawn. "Sorry not much sleep last not. Not much sleep this past week really. " HE didn't know why he would wake up at 2 am everyday. Maybe he was going to bed to early? Sometimes he'd fall back asleep just for a little bit. ON the days he managed to fall asleep he either over sleeps to whre he misses breakfast, or he wakes up at 5 am.
"Am I boring you?" He question the Ravenclaw girl. His eyes moved from in front of him, to the right a it, so that he could see the expressions on her face. He loved expressions, one day he hoped to learn how to really read people though facial expressions and gestures. Be like a walking lie detector. He smirked at his own thought, as his mind drifted off for a moment. WIth a few blinks, his thoughts were pushed to the back of his head.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 24, 2009 12:21:57 GMT -5
Charlotte felt awkward sitting at the table with Charles, without a book to read, or an essay to write, or for that matter, any homework. It was rare for any OWL level students to not have a ton of homework, Charlotte couldn't say that she was disappointed, it was nice to be able to get to bed at a decent time. And not to be constantly stressed over the extra work. Charlotte had been convinced that she might sprout a few grey hairs over the course of the first week back. Luckily, she was still dark brunette, nothing lighter in her plait. She placed her hands in her lap, clasping them lightly as she listened to Charles not getting enough sleep. Charlotte knew the feeling.
Am I boring you? He had asked of her. Charlotte could have laughed at that, meeting Charles was probably the most interesting thing that had happened to her all week, apart from the fact that they might be studying the magical properties of the number 129 (Charlotte's favourite number) in Arithmancy, but that in itself was still not terribly exciting. "Oh no," said Charlotte. "Not at all," She pondered about telling Charles that she was a social outcast, even the people labeled as "loners" steered clear away from her and her business. Charlotte used to like it, but now she felt incredibly lonely. She decided that it would be best to keep her mouth shut, Charles probably wasn't interested in her burdens. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 24, 2009 12:29:32 GMT -5
He watched her for a little bit, waiting on something to say. He was trying to figure her out. his eyes moved from the girl's hands, as they moved to her lap, to her arms and then how she held herself. She seemed a bit nervous or a little uncomfortable. He would have to try to do something about that. His eyes then moved to her eyes. " Tell me something about yourself. " He then mimicked her postures, to try and see if that might make her a bit more comfortable. IT was a thing he learned in a crash course of psychology.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 24, 2009 13:00:53 GMT -5
Charlotte shifted a bit in her chair, not feeling terribly comfortable. She wanted to slap herself for being so silly, Charles wasn't going to hurt her. He was just a person. A person that probably liked Elizabeth better. Everyone did. Charlotte barely noticed Charles shifting his position as well, as if he were mirroring her. But whatever he was doing, was sort of making her feel a little less awkward. He might actually become someone around her age that was easy to talk to, easier to relate to.
Something about herself? What was so interesting about her that Charles wanted to know? Charlotte had no idea, but it felt good to know that at least one person in the world wanted to know about her, talked to her for a reason other than to get closer to Elizabeth. But what would she say? Charlotte felt that she wasn't the most interesting person in the world, she was just... Charlotte, nothing terribly special. Except perhaps her brains, but she didn't like to seem big-headed. "Um," Charlotte began quietly. "I like to write." There, she had said something at least. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 24, 2009 13:16:10 GMT -5
He smiled as he watched her body shift a little better. she still seemed a little uncomfortable ,but ab it more of her guard was down. Which would allow her to actually talk to him, till she trusted him, he doubted she would talk to him. Yes, he had heard of her sister. but didn't know she was her sister. actually he didn't really go around finding girls too into themselves. he liked helping girls gain self confidence and be a bit more true to themselves with out having to care what others say. though most the times the girls hate him in the end for using them, but he would never purely use someone. a change in there personality for the better usually came along even if they didn't realize it. he wasn't about to use charlotte though. something her intrigued him , maybe it was because of the level of uncomfortableness she seemed to have, maybe it was something about her features. ' What kinds of things do you write/'
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 24, 2009 14:23:29 GMT -5
Oh no, what had Charlotte gotten herself into this time? She was not very comfortable talking about her writings with anybody, not even her closest friend. Let alone someone like Charles that she barely knew. Charlotte could feel herself tensing again, she didn't really want to talk about her writings, but she didn't want to sound rude, either. She was stuck, she was going to have to say something, but what? Charlotte wished she knew what to say and when to say it, that she wasn't so socially awkward... Why did Charles want to know anyways? Was he truly curious, or just trying to get more information on her to be able to hurt her? Charlotte mentally told herself to stop being so paranoid.
"Oh, um," Charlotte began, her voice getting even softer. She was thinking about how to lightly touch on the surface of the subject, then quickly skirt around it, so they would not have to linger on the topic of her writings for too long. Why couldn't she have mentioned something about liking to read? Because that would sound stereotypical Ravenclaw, Charlotte's conscience reminded her gently. She shifted a little bit in her chair, in a way, wishing that Charles would just let her alone, but she was also somewhat excited to have social interaction. "Mostly historical fiction," Charlotte finished, hoping that Charles wouldn't pursue the topic any further. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 24, 2009 22:55:49 GMT -5
He smiled towards her, history. That was well.. interesting. HE hadn't met someone that was interested in history before. He looked towards the girl giving an assured smile that he was listening. "That's interesting. " He looked towards a window near by, due to the fact the light had been blocked by a shadow.When he looked back towards the girl, he realized he had been hungry. He ignore hunger really until it would start to affect his head. "Do you want to get out of here.. I'm thinking sneak into the kitchen get something to eat."
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Gryff 7th year
