29 Jan 2024, 00:44
A Wander of the Ages
Oh, the sweet Scottish summer sun. Not too warm, not too cold. Light breeze whistling past the branches, jostling canopies. Perfect weather for a gander. As it turned out, Harley wasn't alone in his exploration for once! A nice change, though he never did mind going alone. At least, he wouldn't be alone if he got lost again— for what felt like the fifty-millionth time. But hey, he always found his way in the end!
Now he just had to wait until Pluto arrived. Patiently hanging about the main gate leading to the Hogwarts grounds. Quite beautiful, honestly— the picturesque scene of the grounds. The rays of sunshine glistening off the surface of the Great Lake. The harrowing shadow of the Forbidden Forest in the distance. The glory of the Scottish highlands— its mountains stretched across the horizon. It's only been a week, but he'll never get used to the sight. Frankly, he still couldn't believe he was here. In Scotland, for starters. In a school of magic. Crazy.
Here he was though, blonde locks flowing in the gentle Highland wind. His gaze turning toward the quidditch pitch in his idle daydreaming. It was supposedly quite a popular sport in the Wizarding World. Or, at the very least, that's what it seemed like from his first week here. Heck, his dorm was quite literally a Quidditch bar. Still chuffed by that. If he wasn't a proud Badger before seeing that, he sure was after!
Anyway, back to his original trail of thought— maybe he'll have a try at it one day. Sports were always his thing, so why not here? Why not with magic? Flying came to him easy enough. Maybe one day, but for now, his absent mind turned to other incoherent and jumbled thoughts as he stood around in the Saturday sun.
Chuffed = Pleased
Gander = Look (around)
Notes:
He speaks with a strong Yorkshire accent & dialect... You have been warned.
He speaks with a strong Yorkshire accent & dialect... You have been warned.
29 Jan 2024, 09:07
A Wander of the Ages
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Dappled Sunlight. That’s what Pluto always called it — when the afternoon sun shone onto leaves to make a speckled shadow on the ground. Such shadows mark the gravel path as she wanders over to the main gate. Since the sorting ceremony not long ago, everything has been a lot to take in. However, today was one of the first days when Pluto felt like time stood still. This was her chance to finally explore Hogwarts. As daunting as being in new places can be, having someone with you can change your perspective on it entirely, and that’s what Pluto is on her way to do.
Harley might be on his way to the main gate or perhaps even there already. Either way, Pluto takes her time walking there, absorbing all the smells, sights and sounds she can. Magic still seems like such a foreign topic to her — despite her father telling stories of potions that make you invisible or spells that can turn animals into goblets — all of it just seems so new. Normally, Pluto would be straight in, trying to socialize with everyone she can but in the nine days from the sorting ceremony to now, she has been at a loss for words. So much so, that this will be her first actual chance to make a new friend here at Hogwarts.
Just as a gentle breeze ruffles her hair over her face, the main gate comes into view. Pluto strains her neck to see if she can see Harley waiting anywhere and sure enough, she sees him. It's at that awkward distance when you're too far away to talk but close enough to see each other. I quickly make my way toward him, increasing my once-dawdling-walking-speed. I'm finally close enough to talk and for the first time I introduce myself to a fellow student at Hogwarts.
"Harley! Hi! Sorry I kept you waiting, this place is just wow. Funny to think we've been here nine days and I'm still not over it!"
Tag @Harley Jukes
- Pluto Maxima
30 Jan 2024, 19:20
A Wander of the Ages
"Bloody 'eck!" Harley yelped. Maybe zoning out was the wrong move when waiting for someone. But then again, who wouldn't get lost in the sight? "Jeez, sorry. I was in another world." He let out a sigh as he collected himself.
Glancing toward the vast beauty of the grounds, he couldn't help but agree with Pluto. "It is, innit?" His blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun at the sight. Hogwarts absolutely was 'wow' level. "Don't think I'll ever be over it, to be honest." He let out a chuckle. Some things were like that, and Hogwarts was one of them.
Now that they were both here, Harley turned to Pluto, giving her a glance over. "Love your outfit, by the way. Let's go!" He spun around and began walking down the path. The only question was where'd they go first? There was so much of the grounds to explore. The small copses of trees dotted around the place. The vast open landscape littered by weaving and meandering paths.
But before deciding that, Harley had another question pop in his head randomly. "Where're you from?" He tilted his head to the side. One eyebrow lifted, sporting a smirk. Scotland, maybe? He thought. There was something Scottish about her. The accent, perhaps? Or maybe he was just flat out wrong.
Notes:
He speaks with a strong Yorkshire accent & dialect... You have been warned.
He speaks with a strong Yorkshire accent & dialect... You have been warned.
1 Feb 2024, 00:19
A Wander of the Ages
Pluto chuckles at the surprise in Harley's voice. She couldn't blame him for getting lost in thought at this place. It would be hypocritical of her to do so. She often found herself stopping to look around as she walked here.
She looked over at Harley as he seemed to take in Hogwart's beauty. Maybe everyone is just as impressed as Pluto is at this place. A small wind comes and goes, picking up loose strands of her hair and dropping them again. Not cold and not too warm, just how Pluto likes it. She thinks over what Harley said about never getting over this place and imagines herself in her last year of Hogwarts, still amazed by it all. The corner of her mouth lifts at the thought of it.
At Harley’s comment, she looked down at her outfit and smiles. ”Thanks! I like yours too!” She turns and follows Harley a couple steps behind. She inhales through her nose and is hit with the crisp, fresh smell of Scotland where Hogwarts lies.
”I’m from Inverness! Scotland has always been my home.” She smiles, reminiscing about her life pre-Hogwarts. She has never really paid attention to hers or other’s accents as it’s always been a part of her life. But here, as Harley asks where she’s from, Pluto realises just how different their accents are. She can’t seem to pinpoint what accent it is and starts to wonder where Harley is from. ”What about you Harley? I’m don't think I’m familiar with your accent, sorry.” Pluto chuckles to herself and waits for Harley’s reply.
Tag@Harley Jukes
- Pluto Maxima