22 Dec 2023, 23:36
A Waterside Stroll
Date: Outfit: Spoken/Thought:
Soon after learning of the lake southern of the school, Ozias had immediately felt a desire to walk down to it. But, despite the absence of classes from his schedule so far, he rarely had to time to do so due to his second urge that pressed him towards exploring the castle.
As he walked to the Great Lake, he noticed the environment. It held a rather peculiar mix of tranquility and of the waves that the boy once knew back at the lake by his parent's house.
Hinting to the rain the took place the previous night, the leaves remained silent as they were stepped on; they offered no audible contrast from the remainder of sodden atmosphere.
Taking note of the surrounding dampness, the boy remarked to himself, "Looks like there was rain last night," while casually further tucking his quill on the top of his left ear, creating the illusion that it seamlessly emerged from his hair.
The next few minutes walking down toward the lake went by without a thought. The only thing Ozias did was observe. He observed that the air was crisp; it carried a dash of freshness that hinted at the recent downpour. He observed the other students playing without a single care in the world. He observed the gentle sway of the willow trees lining the lake, their long branches gracefully dipping into the water.
It was all so....Refreshingly Overwhelming.
Soon enough, the Great Lake sprawled before him; its surface reflecting the cloudy sky above. He was easily able to find the reflections of everything that was held close too the surface.
The boy chose to settle himself beneath an aged tree; he chose a place where a carpet of pine needles lay scattered, most of which had now dried.
"My Quill's on my ear..." He thought as he skimmed two fingers over it, checking that it didn't somehow blow away. "...and my ink and journal are in my bag." He sighed in relief. Glad he neither lost nor forgotten any of these items.
Before pulling his quill from his ear, Ozias dedicated a larger portion of time to reflection; half an hour to reminiscence the times he shared with his parents before coming to the school. As he flipped to the first page, his gaze shifted to the writing that started the story: his father's. The boy finally started reading, and as he did, his once darker eye shifted to a softer and darker hazel eye color which mirrored his emotions of melancholy, contemplation, and introspection. To any nearby observer, it would have hinted at his metamorphic abilities.@Delilah Chapman, @Quinn Brook, @Elisa Shakestra
24 Dec 2023, 14:53
A Waterside Stroll
Quinn had always enjoyed going down to the lake ever since she had gone there for her first time in september to search for the giant squid. Quinn walked slower then she usually would have as it had rained the night before. Quinn had watched it from her bedroom window. The rain had helped her fall asleep as it was a familar sound. It sure rained a lot in Ireland. But it was nice and green, to bad hogwarts isn't as green.
Quinn's thoughts went back to her day's in Ireland when her family would go over to a lake on a none rainy day. Quinn would take her camera and take pictures of the lush greenery. Then she would swim with her family and practice dance. Quinn did a spin as she walked down towards the lake. Quinn had put on her green coat and was glad. There was a slight breeze in the air and it made her shiver a little. Quinn pulled her coat closer. Heading to her usual spot by an aged tree Quinn stopped. There was already someone there. Walking closer, Quinn studied the boy. He appeared about her age and had dressed warmly. He had a quill tucked behind his ear and had a journel in his hand. Quinn tapped his shoulder.
"Hello." She said brightly, trying to be friendly.
Interacting with @Ozias Tsongé
@Delilah Chapman, Elisa Shakestra
Quinn's thoughts went back to her day's in Ireland when her family would go over to a lake on a none rainy day. Quinn would take her camera and take pictures of the lush greenery. Then she would swim with her family and practice dance. Quinn did a spin as she walked down towards the lake. Quinn had put on her green coat and was glad. There was a slight breeze in the air and it made her shiver a little. Quinn pulled her coat closer. Heading to her usual spot by an aged tree Quinn stopped. There was already someone there. Walking closer, Quinn studied the boy. He appeared about her age and had dressed warmly. He had a quill tucked behind his ear and had a journel in his hand. Quinn tapped his shoulder.
"Hello." She said brightly, trying to be friendly.
Interacting with @Ozias Tsongé
@Delilah Chapman, Elisa Shakestra
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2 Jan 2024, 20:31
A Waterside Stroll
Date: Outfit: Spoken/Thought:
As he continued reading, his now hazel eye had swooshed to a warm, honey brown — the color of comfort. Eventually, Ozias came across the first notes he had written. It served as a reminder of his introduction to the journal at the age of nine. The scribbles transported the boy back to a time when the world was simpler, and to when the pages of the journal became a canvas for his youthful thoughts.
Suddenly, he got startled by a tap on his shoulder and instantly, his eye bathed in comfort shifted abruptly to a dull, dusky maroon shade. The tap almost made him jump out of his makeshift seat. Upon regaining his composure, his eye kept the hue, yet, as he shifted his gaze upward, he observed that the source of the suprise was a girl who was seemingly in the same year as he was.
"Woah- You scared me." He reacted, instantly snapping his journal closed. He spoke again a few seconds later, taking the time to recover his previous position. "Sorry about that. I've been feeling a bit jumpy today. Anyways, Hello! My name's Ozias. Ozias Tsongé. What's yours?"
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2 Jan 2024, 22:05
A Waterside Stroll
Quinn tried not to look extreamly suprised as the boys eye abrubtly changed colors. He's probably a metemorphusus, Quinn relized. That didn't make it easier for Quinn to not act suprised. The boy seemed almost as suprised as Quinn. He regained his composure and turned his gaze toward Quinn.
"Woah- You scared me." The boys said, closing his journal. After a few seconds he spoke again, introducin myself. Ozias Tsongé, what an interesting name. Quinn studied the boy for a second.
"I'm Quinn Brook, pleasure." Quinn nodded her head a little towards Ozias.
Quinn sat down next to him and laid her head against the tree. Looking towards to top of the tree Quinn addresed Ozias.
"You know, there's a tree just like this in-at home." Quinn sighed.
"I hung out at the tree, reading and just watching the nature." Quinn didn't know why she was telling the boy this.
"Did you have a tree like that at your house?" Quinn smiled at the boy as her memory played.
Quinn had been dancing in the green ireland grass when she had fallen after landing wrong and seen a tree. The tree's leaves had been waving back and forth in the wind, beckoning vistiters to stay. Quinn dragged herself over to the tree and inspected her ankle. It had seemed fine but she didn't want to put pressure on it for a little bit. Quinn had performed her first instence of magic the week before and she was still overjoyed. Most people agree that magic comes in at around age 7. Quinn remembered sitting there while she waited for her ankle to feel better and watched the pink flowers attrack colorfull birds. It was a perfect sky, and there was no rain for once. The grass shone bright green and the birds sang. It had been a great day.
Quinn forced herself back into the present. She turned to Ozias and smiled.
"Would you like to take a walk around the lake, clear out you know." Quinn winced aware how irish her accent sounded.
Interacting with: @Ozias Tsongé
Others: @Delilah Chapman, @Elisa Shakestra
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5 Jan 2024, 14:41
A Waterside Stroll
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It was a lazy afternoon. Delilah lay beneath a sprawling tree, her wild blonde curls splayed around her like a golden halo. Sir. Meowsart, her beloved cat, rested on her chest, both of them lost in a dreamy nap.
The gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead as Delilah snoozed peacefully. She had a rough week with all the exams and endeless homework, and for the first time in her life, she slept at midnight. Midnight ! Can you imagine, she has sneaked out past curfew with her friends before but staying up past it to study ! That was totally a first.
Suddenly, a distant chatter disrupted the serene atmosphere, drawing her out of her slumber. Irritated, she squinted her eyes and shifted her gaze toward the source of the disturbance.
On the other side of the tree, two First Years were engaged in animated conversation, their voices reaching Delilah's ears like an unwelcome intrusion. With a yawn and a stretch, she sat up, Meowsart stirring but maintaining his position on her lap. Delilah scanned the group with a glare in her eyes.
She hated when people decided to wake her up. It was probably the number 3 in her hatred list after black Licorice and Wifi-passwords. Her nap time was S.A.C.R.E.D !
"Merlin's Beard! Can't a girl catch forty winks in peace around here?" she muttered to herself.
With a swift, graceful twist, Delilah found herself face-to-face with the two students.
"Hello there! Did you know you've just stumbled upon the most exclusive nap spot this side of Hogwarts. Consider yourselves honored," she declared, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
Delilah leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper loud enough for them to hear. "But if you're going to linger, at least bring some snacks. Preferably ones that won't wake up Meowsart here. He's very particular about his beauty sleep."
She walked in moon Dust, and Stars were sprinkled in her Hair...
20 Jan 2024, 23:01
A Waterside Stroll
Quinn looked over as a girl who looked about her age and very drowsy came over. I wonder what she wants? Quinn thougth quizzical. Quinn winced as the girl stated that she had been woken up by there chatter.December 20th
Interacting with @Delilah Chapman and @Ozias Tsongé
"Er sorry I just-" The girl continued though, talking about somebody named Meowsart. Oh, meow-Meowsart must be her cat. Quinn giggled.
"Um, I do have a few biscits in my coat in case I got hungry." Quinn held up a ginger newt for the girl to see.
Quinn remembered that her dad had made irish bread one day with her and it had gone... suprisingly well. Baking was something that Quinn missed and she really wished she could find the kitchens or something so that she could continue making things. Quinn had a class in elementary school that was baking, sewing, and other nessicary life skills.
Quinn looked back at the girl in front of her. She had curly blond hair and brownish green eyes. Her skin was very pale and it reminded Quinn of her younger brother after he was stuck inside for a month. Quinn brought her self back to the conversation at hand.
"Sorry about that-you know, waking you up." Quinn tried to look apoligetic.
"Do you want a ginger newt?" Quinn asked. I most likely sound like and idiot. Who keeps cookies in there jaket anyway, a crazy person? Quinn wondered if the girl in front of her thought she was crazy.
"Er, I'm Quinn. I really truly am sorry about waking you up. I certainly wouldn't want to be woken up if I was tired. You should see me in the morning." Quinn smiled at the girl.
"So um... What's your name?" Quinn asked the girl. I wonder what house she is in? Quinn relized that she was probably being a little loud. Oh yeah, her cat was still asleep and she wanted us to be less loud. Oops! Quinn turned back toward the girl and smiled.
@Elisa Shakestra
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