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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 2:32:06 GMT 8
Far from Skid Row, I dream we'll go Somewhere that's green... [/font][/b][/i][/color][/center] The Greenhouses, the only part of Hogwarts that hadn't been tainted by the turn of the century attacks on the school, the ministry, hell... Great Britain herself. Keeping her head low, her blond locks sheilding her face from the other students, she continued her way towards the greenhouses. Her own, private, sanctuary. The air in Great Britain was still warm, and she was wearing an off the shoulder pheasant blouse, black, which clung to her ribs and flared out. The U below her neck was rather revealing, and a pair of tight, straight legged jeans followed by a pair of chanel finished boots toppped off her entire ensemble. She was humming to herself as she walked, songs from "Little Shop of Horrors". As twisted as it may seem, it was one of her favorite musicals and her mother used to continuously lecture her on how much she would watch it. She reached the glass door of the first green house, finally, and stepped inside. This green house taught mainly the first and second years at this school, she smiled as she stepped closer to one of the tables. thingying a brow, she lifted a small clay pot off it's standing and frowned. That was odd. The dirt wasn't holding any water and the plant which was hiding in the pot was dying. She looked around, the other pots seemed just fine, their dirt moist and their plants greenish yellow, exactly as they should be. Why this pot? Certainly it wasn't being dried out on purpose for any potion, this plant was poisonus when dried out.. She put the pot back down and took out her wand. Just as she was about to use the water jinx, she heard movement to her left. Turning her attention to that, she swallowed. "Who's there?"
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 6:43:31 GMT 8
Elric slumped onto a lump of grass and leaned his perfectly fine handsome head back. Seen was a strap around his shoulders and five fingers moving gracefully down what appeared to be strings. He sang softly, his voice angelic. His mum and dad the King and Queen would never allow him to play his guitar in the public. Strands of his black hair fell to allure over his eye. He looked up, his green silver eyes piercing the outside weather.
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 7:07:04 GMT 8
I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry [/i][/b][/font][/size][/center] It took a moment for Julia to realize that the sound was coming from outside the greenhouse. Her heart quickly returned to it's normal rhythem. She glanced back at the drying plant and frowned. She'd have to speak with the Herbology Professor about that, now, wouldn't she? Attempting a water jinx, she sighed. The dirt did get wet, but quickly dried before her eyes, leaving a small hissing sound in its midst. That was deffinately not normal. Taking a step backwards, she looked back at her left. It led away from the greenhouses, yes, but she could swear she heard some music and... Singing? A soft smile formed on her lips as she simply stood there, listening. She had never heard such beautiful music in her life, so full of spirit. It was almost intoxicating. She had to find out whom this was coming from. Muttering an apology to the drying plant, promising she'd be back to heal it soon, she exited the greenhouse. Not too far ahead of her, she could see a lad sitting in the fields, holding a guitar. It would be impecably rude for me to inturrupt him, she thought, frowning slightly as she approached him. Just a little closer. The words are mumbled.[/i] Sure, it was an excuse, but it was enough to boost her courage enough to get closer. With each step, the boy's voice grew louder and her smile a little wider. She saw him look up as she was about a yard away from him. "I'm terribly sorry," she said, flushing slightly. "I-I couldn't help but overhear. You have such remarkable talent."
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 7:14:29 GMT 8
Elric set the guitar down and as if carved out of stone he made a rather charming gesture. He took the strap so gracefully off his shoulder it could have been a angel doing it. He beamed a cross breed of a smirk and a charming smile at the Ravenclaw before him. "Thank you. I cannot play in my country because of my rank." To this statment he gave a small frown. He shook it off and stood up walking to Julia. "Elric is the name." He extended his clean beaming hand to her.
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 7:40:56 GMT 8
On the park bench in the middle of July, I sat and watched the children play Julia returned his smirk as she watched him relieve himself of the guitar so gracefully, she began to wonder if he might be part veela. It really wouldn't surprise her, he was very beautiful. Thank you. I cannot play in my country because of my rank.She watched him frown at this statement, and she thingyed her head curiously. It was deffinately in her nature to pry, but at this moment she decided against it. She was sure the information would be released to her soon enough, especially if 'ranks' were involved. Still, what country would disallow certain ranks from the beauty of music? The idea seemed almost monsterous in Julia's opinion. As he stood up and began to approach her, Julia felt her heart skip a beat. That was strange. She wasn't usually shy around others. Something about him, though, forced her to drop her normal demeanor. She shook her head, removing some stray hairs from her eyes and watched as he extended a hand in greeting. Eric is the name.She cautiously accepted his hand, "I'm Julia," she said, grinning sheepishly at him. It almost felt as though she were introducing herself to a king. She felt oddly honored to be conversing with him at that moment. "So, tell me Eric," she said, releasing his hand, "How did you learn to play so beautifully?"
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 7:55:51 GMT 8
Elric beamed a handsome smile and inclined his head respectfully. "A pleasure." He placed his hands behind his back and drew himself to his full height. "I would sneak out of my house at night and treat myself to the music shop where the owner helped build me this elegant guitar." He looked over at the gleaming guitar and its oak body of wood it was carved out of. He looked at Julia, she had a distinguished beautiful look about her and he liked it. "I self taught myself."
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 8:11:51 GMT 8
She named her Spring, Winter was a long time coming "Oh, the pleasures all mine," Julia said, clasping her hands in front of her as he clasped his behind his back. The small scene almost made her giggle, but she refrained; instead sher had a playful smile dancing on her lips. It was different, holding a civil conversation with a Slytherin. Not that it was all out impossible, the Ravens and the Snakes seemed to hold a silent code of conduct, where they kept from contoversy as much as possible. And though her house was known for it's wisdom, no one could really figure out why things were as they were. As he spoke of sneaking out of the house and the music shop owner helping him build that lovely instrument in his hands, she couldn't help but marvel at his determination. How dreadful to be seperated from something that clinged to your soul. She doubted she'd have the courage to do as he did, should she be forbidden from her plants. The thought, alone, sent a giant jolt of guilt through her entire being. "Wow.." Julia breathed, hardly able to believe it. He played as though he were taught by masters of music. Indeed, he was more talented than she believed. "That's pretty hard to believe," she finished, peeking curiously at his guitar. For a second there was silence, before she caught herself. "I-I mean, I do believe you, Eric. I'm sorry, that was really rude of me." She could feel herself blushing. Way to go, Julia, just speak before your mouth is ready.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 8:19:28 GMT 8
"Please call me Strider." He smirked. Indeed the life of being of noble blood and part of a royal family and I side he did not know about until he was eleven was troublesome. On several ocassions when his parents caught him playing his soul out the punishment had been severe. Physical punishment, a sort of assurance that Elric would never play again. His fingers were at one point so badly stretched and broken it took ages to heal themselves back to their normal human properties.
During that time his guitar had been locked up and it made him depressed, just longing for death at the one thing denied him of his very exsistance. Well...everything had been denied him. He had grown up so fast as a part of the royal family that if someone were to ask him what his favorite childhood memory was, he would have said 'the night I danced in the grand ballroom with his mother the Queen'. He had no childhood, no early years, hardly no teen years. All his best years were at Hogwarts.
"Its okay Julia, no offense taken." He inclined his head again in respect, and as he did so the perfection of black strands of hair stood beautifully around his eye. He looked alluring.
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 9:02:45 GMT 8
Make the world go away, put it up on my shoulder Please call me StriderShe gave him a curious glance. She knew neither hide nor hair of this lad. "Why?" The question escaped her quickly, but she felt no reason to apologize for her curiosity. It was a genuine question, was it not? To wish to be called something other than how he introduced himself seemed a bit... odd. Odd in a good way, and she wanted an explanation to confirm her feelings. Its okay Julia, no offense takenShe watched as the ebony strands of hair framed his eyes. Beautiful and piercing, those eyes. It almost seemed as though he could read deep into her very soul if he wanted, and she would be powerless to stop him. The thought was a bit frightening, yet alluring. This boy was so respectful, so proper. Julia felt as though she were under--something. "Oh, I'm so glad," she replied, almost curtsying with him. That was strange. She cleared her throat, "I hope it wouldn't be too troublesome to ask for you to play me something?" She wanted, very much, to hear him sing again.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 9:07:00 GMT 8
Elric beamed his trademark smile. "I was always found of nicknames, my little cousion off called me Strider because I could stride and excel above others from hard paid off work." He nodded and sat down on the ground, gracefully placing the guitar up and over his shoulders again. He looked deep into her eyes and patted the empty space next to him.
He strummed softly a slow to be fast contemporary song, and began to sing, looking at her as he did so.
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 9:34:54 GMT 8
the shadow of the day will embrace the world in gray, and the sun will set for you So it was a good thing. For a moment there, she was worried that he may not like hearing his name coming from a "mudbloods" (what a disgusting word) mouth. Well, that was to assume he knew of her mixed blood, People never spoke of their blood status unless it was to brag about being pure, and in these trying times, even that was rare. When he guestured for her to sit next to him, Julia was more than happy to oblidge. Taking that seat next to h im, she curled her knees to her chest and hugged them, leaning her head down on them and staring at him as he played. Her blonde, wavy, hair whisked with the breeze, everything seemed to go in time with his music. It was like being placed in a fairytale storybook. Now when will the oger strike? She mused. She felt like a giddy first year all over again. A feeling she thought died last year with Jerimiah Alsphalt, one of her former best friends. For a moment she felt herself frown at the memory of him, before she shoved the memories away and replaced it with the joyful smile she was holding. She stared right back at him, eyes matching eyes, as she listened to him sing. When he finished, all she could do was continue to stare. His voice was still ringing in her ears, and it felt as though a piece of Heaven had chucked her under the chin. It was a strange sensation, and Julia didn't want it to leave anytime soon. "Thank you," she said with the most honesty she had ever given anyone.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 9:41:43 GMT 8
He set his guitar down and nodded, "Anytime Julia." He had enjoyed this very much and prayed that it would never go away. He liked to perform for others. After a while he noticed he had been staring at her and took his eyes away, blushing softly, gently rubbing the nape of his neck. A small cool breeze picked up and blew some more strands of hair down his eyes, and brushed one away with his finger tip.
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 10:07:39 GMT 8
If you want to get out alive, run for your life... Of course Julia noticed his staring at her. It gave her a good feeling. She was used to being stared at by boys, of course, especially with the way she usually flaunted herself in front of them as though she were some prey just waiting to be pounced on. She doubted this... Strider... knew about that. However, he didn't look at her that way. Not.. that way, and it felt good. She felt herself blush a little with him as she lifted her head from her knees and stared up at the clouds. "My dad and I used to sit out in the lawn like this," she said, attempting to break the silence. She disliked silences. They always made her feel awkward, and she wondered if her company felt the same way. He seemed to be the quiet type, but she wasn't about to judge him off of five minutes of conversation. "Just stare at the clouds. Make some pictures out of them." She grinned, brightly, as she turned her attention to him. "Do you want to try?" It was a silly question, but at least it gave the two something to do. Something to laugh at, perhaps his "house" would be her "rabbit" and so forth. Then again, perhaps that wasn't his idea of fun. Maybe a little immature for him? For a moment she felt her confidence drop, before she gave it a whirl. "Look! There!" She said, pointing at a patch of clouds southeast of them, "A field of dandylions." She kept her eyes on the clouds, her smile growing as the clouds inched themselves closer to them. She missed her father, terribly, and a sinking feeling began to grow. She hoped he was okay.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 12, 2008 10:15:01 GMT 8
Elric smiled and laid back on the ground, his whole body stretching out like a sculpted out angel. "Ooo...look!" He pointed to another form of clouds. "Looks like a Hipporgriff." He mumbled softly, his voice like sun on a rainy day. He turned his head as he placed his hands behind his head and looked at Julia. For a moment all he could do was stare as he thought how long he could keep his identity from her. Who he really was. What he was. Then he just smiled.
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Post by Julia Tomb on Apr 12, 2008 10:36:38 GMT 8
It's hard to imagine, but one day you'll end up like me, then she said... [/font][/i][/b][/center][/size] She lied down with him, the sound of cracking grass filled her ears and she scrunched her nose at it. The sun was blaring down on them, not blindingly, but the black she was wearing attracted it and she could feel the heat immediately. She wondered why she hadn't felt it before. Ooo...look! Looks like a Hippogriff.She did look to where he pointed, and yes it did look like a Hippogriff. Julia wasn't really partial to hippogriffs. They.. scared her her. Too large of creatures, too honorable. She always feared she would offend one one day and... bye-bye Julia. She almost shuddered at the thought. She felt his eyes on her, and returned his stare. For a moment she was concerned, he seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts, but he seemed to assure her with a smile, and she returned it. She adjusted herself on the grass, her arms folded across her stomach. "When do you suppose our next Hogsmead visit will be?" She asked, turning her attention back at the clouds, searching for something, anything, slightly humorous. "I see Umbridge's head exploding," she giggled, pointing at a blob lof cloud.
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