14 Aug 2022, 11:55
Mine.
August 29th, 2022. 5pm
Summer camp was slowly rolling to an end, coming to concluding an eventful month. The cooler air signalling Autumn was starting to set in. That only meant that another school term was about to start. Without much more to do during super, Aurelia circled around in the skies like a hawk - except that she was another form of an avian: an owl. Watching with keen eyes from above. She could take in more of the happenings down below if she had a clear bird eyes view than if she were on the grounds herself.
It was a small infraction of privacy on the unsuspecting. If she hadn't expected it herself, returning to the grounds irritated and her appetite diminished for any supper this early evening. She had seen the girl before, at the quidditch game cheering loudly for her team in the stands. Now she just witnessed this very girl embracing her boyfriend and worst of all, him hugging this girl back - whoever she was. Naturally, Aurelia was vexed. The poor girl had a confrontation due, Aurelia made sure to deliver.
Almost an hour later, when everyone had their fill and was dispersing off to meddle with their own things, Aurelia found the girl. She was shorter than her by a foot, younger even. Yet the Gryffindor would not let the girl's petit physical appearance allow her to be any more underestimated. "Hey," Aurelia called out as she approached, her eerie presence reverberating into the air around her, sending unsettling chills to those in close proximity as it always did without fail.
"Lysander. Do not touch him again." There was not beating around the bush, a direct command with instructions easy to follow.
Summer camp was slowly rolling to an end, coming to concluding an eventful month. The cooler air signalling Autumn was starting to set in. That only meant that another school term was about to start. Without much more to do during super, Aurelia circled around in the skies like a hawk - except that she was another form of an avian: an owl. Watching with keen eyes from above. She could take in more of the happenings down below if she had a clear bird eyes view than if she were on the grounds herself.
It was a small infraction of privacy on the unsuspecting. If she hadn't expected it herself, returning to the grounds irritated and her appetite diminished for any supper this early evening. She had seen the girl before, at the quidditch game cheering loudly for her team in the stands. Now she just witnessed this very girl embracing her boyfriend and worst of all, him hugging this girl back - whoever she was. Naturally, Aurelia was vexed. The poor girl had a confrontation due, Aurelia made sure to deliver.
Almost an hour later, when everyone had their fill and was dispersing off to meddle with their own things, Aurelia found the girl. She was shorter than her by a foot, younger even. Yet the Gryffindor would not let the girl's petit physical appearance allow her to be any more underestimated. "Hey," Aurelia called out as she approached, her eerie presence reverberating into the air around her, sending unsettling chills to those in close proximity as it always did without fail.
"Lysander. Do not touch him again." There was not beating around the bush, a direct command with instructions easy to follow.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
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20 Aug 2022, 11:36
Mine.
⋖ 08/AUG/2022 @ ?? | OUTFIT | NORWEGIAN | SWEDISH | RUSSIAN | GERMAN | ENGLISH ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Aurelia Notresvace | MENTIONING @Lysander Stavrou
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───•─•────────────────────────────────────•─•───He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He lo—
A voice from behind interrupted the rhythmic plucking of petals, leaving Greta to swivel her chin over a shoulder in search of the source. Minding her own business off to the side of a path that wound its way between a series of tents, fingers plucking absently at a flower, the Norwegian did not initially register that this tall brunette foreigner was necessarily talking to her. A glance about, however, would reveal no other potential targets of the informal greeting, leaving Greta to return her attention back to the girl. And by the look on her face, she did not seem particularly friendly.
"Me?" Greta asked, a finger pointing to her own sternum, questioning whether maybe there was some sort of mix-up. "Lysander?" Came her next echo, confusion riddling her voice, especially considering Lysander was a boy's name, not a girl's. Greta had been confused for many people before now, however, and she supposed she couldn't expect any English people to know the difference between the name. "No..." Straw-blonde curls bounced with the shake of her head. "I am Greta..."
But the correction would quickly face into little more than an open lipped, silent, Oooh... as realization dawned. The girl wasn't calling her Lysander, she realized. "Lyssie?" That didn't leave Greta any less confused, however. What did Lysander have to do with anything. Eyes squinted with the tilt of her head, the half-plucked flower trailing slowly down to hover at her hip. "What is it not touch? I am not.. not to understand. I am sorry. My.. my English is not good."
@Phaedra Stavrou