30 Sep 2021, 20:56
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Closest thing to just outside the Ravenclaw dorms. Mathias spent most of the day here, it was a Saturday and he was hunting for a very particular cat. Winnie had this cat, he named it Winter Squash or something similar. He knew it was an orange tabby of some sort, in truth he just knew it was some fur-covered hellspawn that made him sneeze but he saw it this one time in the medical wing. His mind was other places, plotting and the what not like a normal, rational Slytherin mind had intended. While working on his devious plans, the ones he should be spending his time on he found himself playing rascal wrangler as he stalked and caught various cats.
He would finally find it, an orange cat clawing at the door of Ravenclaw and he captured it with jerky and a scarf. he had learned the scarf was very important for cat captures because their murder hooks hurt. He would affix a small note to the cat's collar and then send the cat, probably the wrong one, on its way. The cat was now burdened with a note intended for Winnie Harper.
@Winnie Harper
He would finally find it, an orange cat clawing at the door of Ravenclaw and he captured it with jerky and a scarf. he had learned the scarf was very important for cat captures because their murder hooks hurt. He would affix a small note to the cat's collar and then send the cat, probably the wrong one, on its way. The cat was now burdened with a note intended for Winnie Harper.
The note was clearly addressed to Winnie Harper in large scawling letters, all uppercase so that they could not be missed. Inside, well that was another abomination entirely. He was asking Winnie to the ball and well, Mathias tried his hand at poetry.Any pet owner of an orange cat can claim that this message got to them first as it is on your cat. Otherwise Winnie, feel free to pick it up. Alternative, Levi have at it if you find this.
@Winnie Harper
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30 Sep 2021, 21:10
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"Pumpkin!" Winnie used her specialty screech to call out for her plump tabby after the food crazed animal had gone missing. It wasn't unusual for him to race off in the early evenings to try and get some food scraps from the house elves, but he usually came tottering back afterwards. Although sometimes she felt like her cat had no idea that Winnie was his owner. It was strange, really. "PUMPKIN! GET BACK HERE!" Her call had startled a few students, who were suddenly looking her way. She flushed and ran along.
Eventually she had arrived at the owlery. A place she knew that her plump tabby enjoyed visiting on occasion. Pumpkin apparently enjoyed staring at the large birds. It was with a huff that she raced up the stone stairs, only to find her orange tabby standing there looking quite confused. "And just where have you been?" She scolded him, her hands on her hips as she half glared down at the cat. "You had me worried sick, you dumb silly cat!" She reached down to scoop the cat up, pausing when she saw a note sticking out of it's floral decorated collar. "Huh? What's this?" She questioned, reaching down to pluck the note out of the collar. It clearly had her name on it. She shrugged and unfolded it.
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1 Oct 2021, 02:03
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Apparently he could recognize her cat. Or he just got very very lucky. There was a note addressed to her tucked into the unfortunate cat's collar. It was likely that she had no idea what to expect as she pulled the piece of parchment from Mathias. A poem, likely the worst poem that she would ever read.
He was already in the common room by the time she would find Winter Squash, he would kick himself quietly as he considered the fact that he probably should have thrown money in there. That was what someone was supposed to do when inviting them to a dance if trying to emulate Levi he reasoned. Yes, he was emulating that sleeze to the best of his ability and thus far it has proven damn effective.
A work of utter art. It seemed wasteful sending it as a private letter but the heart makes people do funny things. As an afterthought he wrote off to the side his name, just in case Levi tried to take credit for his brilliance.Winnie
Every time I hear your voice I am reminded of you.
Your eyes are very blue. You have two.
Your kiss is like a strawberry meringue,
Your hair like a forgotten fireplace.
Fire is dangerous, why is everything on fire! Race
Down the stairs looking like something I have not seen.
You are my favorite every flavor jelly bean.
My plan from here is simple, like Levi
But unlike Levi
this plan just might work.
There is definitely a spark.
Asking you to the dance
Lets dance.
He was already in the common room by the time she would find Winter Squash, he would kick himself quietly as he considered the fact that he probably should have thrown money in there. That was what someone was supposed to do when inviting them to a dance if trying to emulate Levi he reasoned. Yes, he was emulating that sleeze to the best of his ability and thus far it has proven damn effective.
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1 Oct 2021, 03:09
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They say that love can make a person blind, usually that was in relation to ignoring one's flaws. Apparently that statement held true for Winnie Harper. As she stood among the hooting owls, her face started to burn a dark red hue. Mathias Pride had written her a poem(?) to ask her to the dance. He had put the time and effort into writing something in a format that he knew she loved, when he could have simply walked up to her and asked her outright. Her fingers gingerly traced over the page as she reread the poem. Dropping the still-dazed Pumpkin back to the ground, the girl would plop herseld down onto the ground next to him, open up her leather satchel page to retrieve a piece of parchment and a pen, and start writing her reply.
She would press a kiss to the note before folding it up and writing Mathias' name on it. She approached one of the school owls to hand it over, gleefully hugging Matt's poem against her chest as she collected Pumpkin again and headed back towards her dorm room.Dearest Mattie,
My love for you is unending,
The fall ball is worth attending,
If it means spending time with you,
There is nothing that I wouldn't do,
Bring a corsage and wear a suit,
And for you I'll look extra cute,
I will wear my heels and best dress,
There my heart's truth I will confess.
Love,
Winnie
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1 Oct 2021, 12:14
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Apparently a cringeworthy letter that would have made Pride's ancestor's turn in their grave would serve as an adequate invitation to the ball. Mathias really sucked at poetry but he was not particularly aware of this deficit. To him it was a piece of art, the sort of writing someone never forgets, just not for the reasons he presumed.
Fall Gourd would not send Winnie's reply, but rather an owl that somehow found its way into the common room. It knocked over several baubles on the coffee table before pooping on a green suede ottoman and dropping the reply at its feet. Mathias would open up the letter nd smile slightly, his skill reinforced in his mind like a girl whose singing voice sounds like the mating call of a cat but thinks it is more like Celine Dion.
He would pocket the letter, one he finally got to keep. No, he was not going to treasure it by keeping it safe in his trunk, he was just keeping it safe there. His dormmates liked to get into everything, they were invasive like twittering starlings that had made a nest in his attic. Always there, chattering about, making a mess of his things and being unhygenic.
Mathias too would head back to his dorm room.
Fall Gourd would not send Winnie's reply, but rather an owl that somehow found its way into the common room. It knocked over several baubles on the coffee table before pooping on a green suede ottoman and dropping the reply at its feet. Mathias would open up the letter nd smile slightly, his skill reinforced in his mind like a girl whose singing voice sounds like the mating call of a cat but thinks it is more like Celine Dion.
He would pocket the letter, one he finally got to keep. No, he was not going to treasure it by keeping it safe in his trunk, he was just keeping it safe there. His dormmates liked to get into everything, they were invasive like twittering starlings that had made a nest in his attic. Always there, chattering about, making a mess of his things and being unhygenic.
Mathias too would head back to his dorm room.
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