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Post by Jonathan Garcia on May 11, 2008 9:47:51 GMT 8
The weather was rather warm for the month of September, Jon mused as he strolled onto the grounds. He blinked his eyes as the sun hit him. Ah Great Mithros, he thought as he rubbed his eyes. I've gone blind. He blinked a few more times before he could see. Looks like Mithros is in his good moods, he noted while shielding his sapphire blue eyes and looking at the sun.
There were many tales about the ways the gods worked in Tortall. Mithros was the sun god and ruler of them all. Like I would be one day, the prince of Conté thought with a grin. All the same though.
His hands were jammed inside his robe pockets. Stupid woman making us wear our uniforms all the time, the prince fummed. If I wasn't so well mannered I would have taken her out and show her my true anger. The thought made him grin as he fingered his sword hilt. He always made sure to carry a knife with him on his person.
He frowned suddenly, seeing another person there. And a girl nonetheless. He grinned and made his way to her.
"Hello there,"
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Post by Hermione Granger on May 11, 2008 10:03:46 GMT 8
Hermione decided, it being a nice day, that she would at least try to relax,a fter all, it had been a while since she did so. Taking a book from the bed side table next to her as she layed on the bed of her Dormatry. No-one esle seemed to be around, and of course, the unusal warm day in September was calling her, she could feel it.
Standing up off the comfortable bed, Hermione grabbed her clock and put it on her, it resting on her healthy figure.
As she walked out of the Common Room, she started to try to read the book she had grabbed. Knowing the school as much as she did(after walking around it almost everynight a year or two before, it wasn't that hard to walk around the school with your nose in a book
Not watching where she was going, she ended up on the lawns, just behind a young prince with what looked like a sword. Hello there "Hi" Hermione said as he walked over, the sword still in her hand, she kept staring at it, just in case.
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Post by Jonathan Garcia on May 11, 2008 10:22:36 GMT 8
The prince grinned as he sat next to her. "What are you reading?" he inquired, sliding the sword and putting it next to him. Seeing the glance at his sword he explained, "I find it comforting to always bring at least one weapon of some sort on me. Granted, the wand is better but its nothing comparred to the sword." he sighed and shrugged. "I've grown up learning the ways of the sword and its natural for me.." the prince's voice trailed off. He laughed.
"Great Mithros do I talk much," he said while chuckling. He smiled at the girl. "I don't think we have met yet. The name is Jonathan. Or Jon. Whichever one you prefer." least she wasn't his mother. He could hear Skinkokami's voice as if he was right next to her. "Jonthan Jaylen of Conté..." he rolled his eyes at the thought.
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Post by Hermione Granger on May 20, 2008 9:31:08 GMT 8
what are you reading? "Just some book from the library, im always reading, gets my mind off a lot of, things I guess you can say" Hermione replied, she wasnt going to name any, such as her feelings towards Ron, her best friend, the war, Belatrix, the danger.....the list can go on and on....and on.
As the Hufflepuff explained why he carried around a sword, she calmed down just the tiny bit, "good to know, i thought you carried it around to...you know....Not that I want to offend you or anything" Hermione said quickly.
Hermione held out her hand for him to shake, "Hermione, Hermione Granger" she said
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Post by Jonathan Garcia on May 21, 2008 5:58:29 GMT 8
Jonathan smiled as he slid down to sit next to her. "Thats what I do sometimes. Just to get my mind off certain events or people that I can't even stand. But its hard though because my thoughts seem to trail off." he explained with a half smile. He was once again thinking about his cousin and the rebellion that had occured. He shook his head to clear his mind from those thoughts.
"No no my dear," he said with a little laugh. "Its perfectly allright. And I would never harm anything if thats what you are trying to imply. My mother would have my head," he muttered under his breath darkly.
He shook her hand. "Pleasure meeting you Hermione."
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jun 13, 2008 10:37:49 GMT 8
"Thats what I do sometimes. Just to get my mind off certain events or people that I can't even stand. But its hard though because my thoughts seem to trail off."
"I see we already have something in comment then Jonathen..or Jon" Hermione said, for once cracking a bit of a joke, that was normally Ron's territory, but it didn't mean Hermione couldn't try..did it?
"No no my dear, Its perfectly allright. And I would never harm anything if thats what you are trying to imply. My mother would have my head,"
"Oh, my friends mum would have mine...obviously not literally" Hermione said, just hearing what Jon had said, after all, muttering was very hard to understand.
"Pleasure meeting you Hermione."
"You too. So what exactly are you doing out here?" Hermione asked kindly.
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Post by Jonathan Garcia on Jun 13, 2008 10:50:37 GMT 8
Jon chuckled. "Aye. So it seems," he observed, stretching. He then winced as he felt a very old wound open. It didn't bleed thank the gods, he thought. It was an old wound back when Tortall was at war with the Tusianes. His old wounds never bothered him that much. Why now all of a sudden? he shook his head. The gods were mysterious enough.
He laughed outright. "Well then you must introduce me to this friend of yours," he commented with sparkling eyes. "Our mums would have a lot in common." they certainly do to, he thought. Jonthan then shrugged at her question.
"Trying not to think on family problems," he answered and a flash of anger went through his eyes as he thought of his father's letter. And how he was not at Tortall to help finding out who started the Sweating Sickness. The prince let out a sigh.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jun 13, 2008 11:01:31 GMT 8
As Jon winced, Hermione looked a bit worried. "Are you okay?" she asked kindly. Ofcourse all her previous wounds have healed, not completely, but had healed alot.
Well then you must introduce me to this friend of yours,Our mums would have a lot in common
"Can't wait" she said kindly. He seemed like a really nice guy, he'd have to be judging by his Hufflepuff robes. Or he could be a complete idiot, but not a pureblood, but she doubt that by the way he used his words.
Trying not to think on family problems,"
"I'm sorry to hear that" Hermione said, breaking through a kind, but soft smile
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Post by Jonathan Garcia on Jun 13, 2008 11:18:39 GMT 8
The prince nodded. "Aye. Just an old wound from a war a few years back." he answered as he massaged the muscle. I should start stretching more, he thought and blinked. From the start of the school year, he had slowly been losing the habit of awaking early and doing training. I should really keep up, he thought.
He grinned. "I'll be looking forward to it my dear. So tell me about yourself," he pulled his legs up to his chest and propped his head on an elbow on one knee.
Jon shrugged. "Funny stuff is, it had happened before. But the one who had started is was killed." he looked away, angry. "I hate it," he growled. "I should be in Tortall, working on the problem with my father and the other mages. But I have to be here."
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Post by Hermione Granger on Oct 25, 2008 9:16:47 GMT 8
"Wow, pretty amazing" she said, about the wound. It really did show that not all people, were scared, and let it control there movements. He reminded him of her, way too much. For some reason, Hermione hadn't beena lll that social lately..She had guessed it was because of the war plans. She had been going through them, over & over again. It scared her out of her wits, but she wasn't going to let it control her, like most would. She wasn't liek that.
"Whats there to tell? Im a Gryffindor, whohas been told she should be in ravenclaw because of her book obsessions, and photographic memory. Im best friends with Harry Potter, and ofcourse, friends with the red haired Ronald Weasly.." she said, thinking about the crush, not saying anything about that. That would show weakness, and she couldn't do that...just in case. Maybe he was some onme else, pretending to be him, to get to her, to get to Harry. She couldn't let that happen. Or perhaps, he was lying about the sword fighting thing, and had actually just gotten away with murder! How was she supposed to know? The reason was, it wa simpossible to knwo for sure...
"Everything happens for a reason, Im sure youre here, for a reason..But you just haven't figured it out yet. Believing that everything happens for a reason, is the only way to stay sane these days" she said, looking at the turned head.
She really felt sorry for him, really.
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