1 Apr 2022, 00:34
What a Nice Way to Meet
Lilith had been at hogwarts for a few days now since they had arrived. She had been on one of the boats capsized. She had to swim to shore after that and was pissed because she had worn her favorite sweater. It was an old sweater but still one of her favorites. Fortunately for her, her trunk had been recovered from the lake.
Here she was again at the lake skipping rocks. The lake was pretty. She enjoyed the view. She dusted off her hands and started to walk around looking at the trees. I think I can climb these easily She thought to herself before going to one and trying to jump up to grab onto a branch. She couldn't reach. "Damn it!" She cursed in her primary language, Russian. Japanese being second and English third. She was quite short for her age but close enough to average height.
She walked to a different tree with lower branches and jumped up managing to get a grasp on the branch. She pulled herself up and climbed higher. She looked around. There were quite a few students from Hogwarts even less of her own and the other schools. They were probably inside studying or doing whatever they did in their free time. She stayed in the tree for a bit longer before she started climbing down.
She reached down to grab a lower branch and her hand slipped and she fell. Luckily she was close to the ground so she didn't get hurt too much, but on the other hand the tree was close to the lake and she tumbled into it.
Lilith swam back to shore muttering a slew of curses under her breath as she wrung out her clothes and hair which hung down just past her shoulders. She hated having it long. It was too much to handle so she constantly cut it short with a pair of scissors she had brought from home. She had gotten quite good at cutting her even even managing to give herself bangs. She would cut it again soon though.
Still muttering to herself under her breath she leaned against the tree she fell out of and finished wringing her clothes out. That's when she felt the sting. She looked down to her arm to see the red scratches from the tree. It would leave a few long thin scars but that she didn't care about. " Nice. More scars to add to the collection" She wrung out her hair some more before sitting on the ground and looking out at the lake again. She let out a sigh and took her hair tie off her wrist and put her hair into a loose braid.Word count: 460
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@Marshal Walker
Last edited by James Owens on 2 Apr 2022, 18:12, edited 1 time in total.
1 Apr 2022, 05:02
What a Nice Way to Meet
Marshal Walker
Marshal was overwhelmed.
Although, this is common. He had always wanted to do too much with too little time. Having recently started his first year, many things were intimidating. And to add to his List of Overwhelming Occurrences, the Blossom Ball was awaiting on Hogwarts' doorstep. The other schools had recently arrived, and he was greatly anxious about it. Did he want a date to the Blossom Ball? Or just a friend? He wasn't quite sure which was harder to get. He thought a date might be nice.
Strolling along the edge of the Great Lake, he watched his reflection slowly take steps. His foot occasionally caught on a loose piece of wet sod, sending pebbles tumbling into the lake. His thoughts drifted in and out, tumbling from homework to friends, to new professors and the dining hall, to the cute boy in the common room to what was for dinner tonight.
A sudden splash awoke him from his pondering. Jerking his head upwards, he paused his footsteps to seek out the source of the sound. His eyes locked quickly on a wobbling tree branch, and then to the soaking figure below it. He quickly realized it was human, and a girl. He froze, a million thoughts whizzing through his head. When his mind came back to him, his feet jostled back into movement.
Turning around the bend of the lake, he rushed quickly to the swearing, dark haired girl crawling out of the water. "Are you okay?" He shouted ahead, cupping his hands around his mouth. Striding forward in an awkward jogging gait, he reached the girl beneath the tree quickly. Wrapping one arm around his stomach, he offered the other one down to help her rise from the ground.
"Everything you can imagine is real."
-Pablo Picasso
1 Apr 2022, 05:46
What a Nice Way to Meet
Lilith looked up to the boy who had walked up to her. He put an arm over his stomach as her offered his other to help her get up. Lilith wanted to swat his hand away. Does he not know what school I come from. I've been raised to be independent.But knowing she would regret that decision of being rude to a nice gesture she accepted his hand as he pulled her up from the ground.
Lilith wrung out her hair and tied it into a loose braid. "Stupid hair getting in my face"She looked at the boy closely trying to place him. He was wearing red robes. Obviously a student here at Hogwarts. He had nice blonde hair with what looked like natural curls. He wasn't bad looking. Hm, He's pretty cut- What am I thinking? Focus Lilith. No time for boys She scolded herself but couldn't get the thought out of her head. The boy was attractive to her. She shook the thought out of her head. No time to get distracted.
"I'm fine, Thank you for asking. I'm Lilith Zealand. Second year from Durmstrang" She reached out her hand towards him. The scratches on her arm had turned an angry fiery red. That's when she noticed her knee. She had skinned it down to the white meat. Obviously it had been bleeding but had recently stopped due to being covered by dried blood and dirt. She put a bandage over it when she got back.
She realized her glasses had fallen off her face when she fell. She took her hand back after the boy had shaken it and looked around for her glasses. She found them near a tree pushed into the dirt. She picked them up and cleaned them off noticing a spidering crack along the left lense. "Shit. This is the second time i've broken my glasses" She tried them on to find out if she could still see out of them. She couldn't. The left lense was all distorted and blurry. Lilith dropped them back to the ground and let out a heavy huff.
She shivered as the coldness of her wet clothes finally started to get to her. She knew she should go back inside and get a fresh set of clothes but didn't feel like doing so. They would dry eventually if the sun ever decided to stop hiding behind every cloud that passed by. "Sorry about my language. I'm not the best at using appropriate words to say things." She shivered again as she wrapped her arms around herself. What a horrible day to be wearing just a tee shirt and some shorts.
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1 Apr 2022, 14:35
What a Nice Way to Meet
Marshal Walker
Marshal smiled at the girl, honestly thinking she might decline his gesture. Relief flooded over him when she grasped his hand, and he pulled her up to her feet.
He laughed quietly as she wrung out her soaked hair , the dirty lake water dripping to the ground in wet puddles. When her head rose up, he could tell she was assessing him. Self-consciously, he adjusted his robes, and pulled at a loose golden curl hanging down into his eyes.
He watched her shake her head in confusion. Is she okay? He thought. Maybe she hit her head in the lake. What was she doing in there anyway? Thoughts still whizzing through his head like angry pixies, he startled as she spoke. Lilith. What a pretty name. A voice the back of his mind whispered. He dropped a little when she mentioned second year. He smiled at her, shyly, shaking her outstretched hand stiffly.
She glanced down, and he followed her gaze, gasping at the cuts slashed jaggedly across her knee and arms.
When she reached down for her glasses, he frowned sideways. “That’s a real shame.” He gestured to the fissure on the lense. Realising quickly that he must sound rude, he shook his head violently. “I- I didn’t mean it like that, I meant-“ He straightened his posture self-consciously. “It’s a shame that I can’t do magic yet. Otherwise I would fix it, for you.” He added quickly. What an awkward conversationalist.
He shrugged at her apologize. “It’s alright.” He mumbled. “Just be sure to keep that language locked away when around the professors. They won’t even let the fourth years use it.”
He noticed her shivering off-handeldly, and considered offering his robes. In a strange, spurr-of-the-moment, un-Marshal-like decision, he shrugged off his robe and extended his arm to her. “Here.” He said blankly. It sounded rough, and he coughed internally. Luckily for him, he had been wearing a soft cream sweater underneath the robe, so he wasn’t too cold. He knew how unpredictable the weather could be here, having had experience with similar qualities back home. He waited for her to take the robe, his arm beginning to ache.
He laughed quietly as she wrung out her soaked hair , the dirty lake water dripping to the ground in wet puddles. When her head rose up, he could tell she was assessing him. Self-consciously, he adjusted his robes, and pulled at a loose golden curl hanging down into his eyes.
He watched her shake her head in confusion. Is she okay? He thought. Maybe she hit her head in the lake. What was she doing in there anyway? Thoughts still whizzing through his head like angry pixies, he startled as she spoke. Lilith. What a pretty name. A voice the back of his mind whispered. He dropped a little when she mentioned second year. He smiled at her, shyly, shaking her outstretched hand stiffly.
She glanced down, and he followed her gaze, gasping at the cuts slashed jaggedly across her knee and arms.
When she reached down for her glasses, he frowned sideways. “That’s a real shame.” He gestured to the fissure on the lense. Realising quickly that he must sound rude, he shook his head violently. “I- I didn’t mean it like that, I meant-“ He straightened his posture self-consciously. “It’s a shame that I can’t do magic yet. Otherwise I would fix it, for you.” He added quickly. What an awkward conversationalist.
He shrugged at her apologize. “It’s alright.” He mumbled. “Just be sure to keep that language locked away when around the professors. They won’t even let the fourth years use it.”
He noticed her shivering off-handeldly, and considered offering his robes. In a strange, spurr-of-the-moment, un-Marshal-like decision, he shrugged off his robe and extended his arm to her. “Here.” He said blankly. It sounded rough, and he coughed internally. Luckily for him, he had been wearing a soft cream sweater underneath the robe, so he wasn’t too cold. He knew how unpredictable the weather could be here, having had experience with similar qualities back home. He waited for her to take the robe, his arm beginning to ache.
"Everything you can imagine is real."
-Pablo Picasso
1 Apr 2022, 15:51
What a Nice Way to Meet
Lilith smiled slightly at his comment about her glasses. " Cute." She didn't realize she had said that aloud "It's fine. I've got a few spare pairs of glasses up in my trunk. They're only a light prescription so I don't need them much. You never told me your name by the way."
Lilith shrugged at his mention of trying to not curse. Eh if she got in trouble here with a Hogwarts professor she was sure to get it from her Headmistress. Then she would never hear the end of it. She looked up when she heard him say something abruptly. He was handing her his robe. She was cold sure but she didn't want to be rude. She was normally quite rude when people irritated her but she enjoyed the boy's company surprisingly. She accepted the robe and placed it over her shoulders. "Thank you. I seem kind of pathetic right now especially being a student from Durmstrang. Not the best look but things happen." She gave a shrug.
She leaned back against a tree wrapping his robe tighter around herself as she shivered again. She studied the boy again letting those girly thoughts drift back into her head again. Damn it Lilith, Stop daydreaming about him. What the hell is wrong with you? She scolded herself quietly. She looked over the lake glancing back at the boy every now and then unable to control herself.
She lightly slapped herself trying to get the thoughts out of her head. They just kept coming back. Why was this happening? To her of all people. She had no idea what was going on but she wanted it to stop. Or did she?
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1 Apr 2022, 17:10
What a Nice Way to Meet
Marshal Walker
Marshal startled. Did she just say 'cute'? He shook himself, but not outwardly. He grinned visibly when she accepted the offering. "Right." He started, referencing her mention of his name. "Marshal. I'm a first year." He responded sheepishly, embarrassed to be a year below the Durmstrang prodigy.
Marshal shrugged as she thanked him. "It's no problem." He absently watched her lean back on the tree, and he folded is hands politely. Watching the shimmer of the lake in the dimming sun was amusing, but the awkward tension in the air was getting thicker. Say something, he internally shouted at himself. He couldn't help but notice her glancing gaze, and he hunched his shoulders slightly. It was piercing, like a snake. He couldn't help but think she would be a Slytherin if attending Hogwarts.
He glanced back at the castle, studying it's looming walls and spiraling towers. He hadn't been there long, but had devoted a lot of his time to exploring every nook and cranny of every inch of the stone structure. Small bits of ivy were crawling up the lower walls, but it was obvious that somebody had tried to hastily clip it down. He shook his head slightly, just a small movement from left to right. A person true in the knowledge of plants would know that the easiest way to rid of it was to carefully spray it with any sort of destructive chemical, then clip down the dead roots. He made a mental note to inform whoever had unsuccessfully tried to rid of it.
Remembering suddenly that Lilith was still standing there, he cursed himself mentally. Idiot! You're going to sit there and let her freeze? Straightening his posture, he started. "Uhm. I'm pretty sure the castle has heat. Er, it's warm-" He tried again. "You can go inside, if you want. I think the rest of your school already has." He touched his fore-finger to his lower lip, thinking, eyes blurring in and out. "Yes. I think I remember something about the Main Hall? Maybe they are in there." He ended bluntly, not sure how to continue. Curse my nonexistent social skills. Is that a standard at Hogwarts? I hope not.
Marshal shrugged as she thanked him. "It's no problem." He absently watched her lean back on the tree, and he folded is hands politely. Watching the shimmer of the lake in the dimming sun was amusing, but the awkward tension in the air was getting thicker. Say something, he internally shouted at himself. He couldn't help but notice her glancing gaze, and he hunched his shoulders slightly. It was piercing, like a snake. He couldn't help but think she would be a Slytherin if attending Hogwarts.
He glanced back at the castle, studying it's looming walls and spiraling towers. He hadn't been there long, but had devoted a lot of his time to exploring every nook and cranny of every inch of the stone structure. Small bits of ivy were crawling up the lower walls, but it was obvious that somebody had tried to hastily clip it down. He shook his head slightly, just a small movement from left to right. A person true in the knowledge of plants would know that the easiest way to rid of it was to carefully spray it with any sort of destructive chemical, then clip down the dead roots. He made a mental note to inform whoever had unsuccessfully tried to rid of it.
Remembering suddenly that Lilith was still standing there, he cursed himself mentally. Idiot! You're going to sit there and let her freeze? Straightening his posture, he started. "Uhm. I'm pretty sure the castle has heat. Er, it's warm-" He tried again. "You can go inside, if you want. I think the rest of your school already has." He touched his fore-finger to his lower lip, thinking, eyes blurring in and out. "Yes. I think I remember something about the Main Hall? Maybe they are in there." He ended bluntly, not sure how to continue. Curse my nonexistent social skills. Is that a standard at Hogwarts? I hope not.
"Everything you can imagine is real."
-Pablo Picasso
2 Apr 2022, 15:58
What a Nice Way to Meet
The boy grinned when she accepted the offer of his robe. He had a nice smile. It made her start to smile but she quickly straightened her face. No, she will not let her guard down over some boy she just met. He introduced himself with the name of Marshal and that he was a first year. " Oh cool so then we are the same age. And before you ask. Yes I may be a second year but at Durmstrang we start at the age of 10 and have 8 years at school as like here at Hogwarts you guys start at the age of 11 and only have 7 years of school."
Lilith had practiced that line quite a lot. She had said it to almost every first year she had run into since the beginning of her stay here. She looked up at his mention of the rest of her peers already being inside. Her mood dropped and she frowned slightly and went and picked up her broken glasses "Oh, Alright. I guess I should be going then. I need to get out of these wet clothes anyway. Here's your robe back."
She took it from around her shoulders and held it out to him."I'll see you around. Maybe we could meet up at the Blossom Ball? What words had just come out of her mouth. She stared with a bewildered expression on her face. Has she just asked this boy to the ball? What was she thinking? "I- Uhm I didn't. I'll just shut up now." I better shut up before I say anything else I regret She held her arm out firmly still waiting for the boy to accept his robe back.
Word count: 293
Interacting: @Marshal Walker
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Side note: This RP is still taking place of yesterday's date
2 Apr 2022, 18:04
What a Nice Way to Meet
Gryffindor || First Year || Human (Until Accepted)
He nodded at the mention of age. "Oh, well that's convenient, isn't it?" He laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck with a palm.
He let his eyes drift around, but his mind kept going back to the girl in front of him. She is fairly cute, isn't she? Smart, too. His eyes widened at his own thoughts, and he felt bad as her shoulders drooped. Was that the wrong thing to say? He watched her retrieve her broken glasses, and mumbled an apology at not being able to fix them. He nodded.
Marshal reached for the outstretched robe, and felt a shiver go through him as his fingers brushed hers. He gasped softly at her invitation. "Really? You want to go the Blossom Ball... with me?" He inquired, clearly confused on the positive aspect of that arrangement. She apologized, but he shook his head. "No, it's okay." He smiled, swinging the robe over his left shoulder. "I would love to." With that, he spun around, and promptly began to walk towards the castle. The girl may not have seen it, but Marshal was grinning ear to ear. This won't be so bad after all.
His walk back to Hogwarts was enjoyable. The sun might not have been shining brightly, but he felt like he was full of light, almost walking on air. He began to notice every small, beautiful detail of the grounds. The birds chirping and zipping around the skies, the dew-filled grass beneath him. Even the Forbidden Forest looked hauntingly beautiful. What was he feeling? Excitement. He thought. He would have to find himself a nice suit, and soon. Something to impress the girl. He fantasized about different types, red ties and white shirts, black overcoats and simple polished shoes.
"Everything you can imagine is real."
-Pablo Picasso
2 Apr 2022, 18:11
What a Nice Way to Meet
Thread is finished. Next time they meet will be in the Midspring Celebration thread