charlie hayden adams
slytherin
Seventh Year
Wandless Magic
Animagus[/center][M:0]
suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion
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Post by charlie hayden adams on Mar 1, 2012 15:44:38 GMT -5
 AND WHILE YOUR HEAD IS SPINNINGHOLD TIGHT IT'S JUST BEGINNING* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Charlie was bored of her classes. She had skipped her last two morning ones and was heading over to the Quidditch Pitch. She never came here very often, just when she was bored of her classes or wanted to draw. The bleachers were nice and high, she could see across most of the grounds. The towers were too high for her and made her a little dizzy. That was mostly the reason why she was glad that she wasn’t stuck as a disgusting Gryffindor. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she walked across the grounds and headed up the wooden stairs to the Slytherin side of the bleachers. Reaching the top, she let out a content sigh as she looked over and past the actual pitch. She just always felt relaxed up here.
She set her bag down and sat next to it, just staring for a moment. Taking everything around her in. As much as she hated everyone in the school and most of the things they did, she did enjoy the landscape. She opened her bag and pulled out her drawing pad. It was nothing special, just an upgrade from her notebook. She never really noticed how good she was a drawing until her father said something when she was doodling one day at home. She, of course, thought it was just because he was her dad and all, but most of the people around her had said the same thing.
After that, she had her fathers’ get her the best drawing supplies and she had been going at it since then. She was surprised how much better she had gotten. Flipping through it, she smiled slightly at some of the drawings. Finally finding an empty page, she pulled her pencils out and just began to doodle. Even as much as she hated the muggles, they had fantastic art things. She knew that if anyone had found her with half of this stuff, she wouldn’t be able to insult most of them anymore. She thrived on being on top in school. She was just glad that she was alone. She didn’t have to worry about anyone bothering her or making her lose her concentration.
WORDS COUNT lots TAGGED scott wood. STATUS finished OUTFIT clickNOTES hai. CREDIT meee.
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Post by vertablanc on Mar 3, 2012 8:44:46 GMT -5
Scott had spent all his morning in charms trying to get something workable for his essays and had missed his Quidditch practice by force so by the time he had headed over to the Quidditch pitch, he was annoyed beyond belief. He had wanted to play Quidditch all morning but failing his essays had dragged him in for special lessons so he would at least pass charms. That was his aim, at least. He sighed, running his fingers over his broom and feeling the familiar wood underneath his fingers as he made it onto the pitch, not expecting anyone to be there today.
He dumped his bag at the edge of the field and jumped onto his broom, taking off at speed into the sky until he was hovering in the middle of the pitch, smiling a little to himself as he looked back at the school. This was where he was supposed to be. Up in the air on a broomstick and not worrying at all about school or the future. Up on a broom he felt at ease and didn't have to worry about anything but the wind and focusing on staying up in the air. He'd always felt this way, even when he was little so he was almost immediately calm up in the air now.
Scott began to fly around the pitch, doing dives and turns like always until his eyes fell on a form drawing. In that slight moment of relapse and being distracted, he lost his grip on the broom and fell straight off into the ground, only just managing to cushion the blow with a quick spell. He groaned as he hit the floor, luckily nothing broken just winded. Why had he been so distracted? It was just some random girl. He rubbed his head. What an idiot for falling off his broom.
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charlie hayden adams
slytherin
Seventh Year
Wandless Magic
Animagus[/center][M:0]
suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion
Posts: 44
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Post by charlie hayden adams on Mar 3, 2012 13:51:34 GMT -5
AND WHILE YOUR HEAD IS SPINNINGHOLD TIGHT IT'S JUST BEGINNING* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As Charlie continued her doodle, it was slowly starting to actually take the form of something. If anyone looked at it, they wouldn’t really see anything, but that was how she worked. She always started with random lines that didn’t really make anything and wouldn’t until she was done. She had seen other artists do it like that and decided to try it. She liked the way her drawings had always come out and continued to draw like that. She had looked back across the pitch, towards the forest and continued to move her hand along the paper, matching what was on the paper to the actual forest.
She jumped slightly when she heard someone fly into the air. Sure, you wouldn’t think you’d be able to hear something like that, but Charlie was always very aware of her surroundings when she was alone. She needed to be when she was drawing. She quickly put her things away and looked to see who it was that had decided to come to the pitch as well. Her brows furrowed when she saw who it was. It captain of the Gryffindor team, Scott Wood. She disliked the game and thoroughly hated the lions, but she did enjoy staring at some of the players. She had an eye for the good looking guys.
She never bothered with ugly boys. They were of no use to her. She would never admit it out loud, but Wood was one of those attractive boys that she tended to find herself staring at during the games. She watched as he fell off his broom and laughed aloud. Being captain and keeper, you’d think he’d be a little better at staying on top of his broom. “I’m no expert,” she called down to him, “but I think you’re supposed to stay on your broom while in the air.” She disliked flying. She’d do it if she really had to, but she liked her feet firmly on the ground for that exact reason. She had fallen off brooms when she was little enough times for her to despise it.
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Post by vertablanc on Mar 3, 2012 15:31:43 GMT -5
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charlie hayden adams
slytherin
Seventh Year
Wandless Magic
Animagus[/center][M:0]
suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion
Posts: 44
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Post by charlie hayden adams on Mar 10, 2012 19:00:35 GMT -5
AND WHILE YOUR HEAD IS SPINNINGHOLD TIGHT IT'S JUST BEGINNING* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Charlie stopped laughing at the boy on the ground, but kept a smirk on her lips. It was still amusing. That was why she usually watched the matches. People getting hurt and falling off their brooms. It was fantastic. She looked at him as he just laid there on the ground, not moving. At first, she had a small thought of going to see if he was okay, but it went away rather quickly. She didn’t really care about a lion that much. he had done it to himself anyway.
He had moved around a bit on the ground, so he was obviously fine. Still…it’s not like she cared. Her eyebrow rose when he looked up and called back to her. She distracted him? She wasn’t sure how that happened. She was just sitting there drawing. She wasn’t doing anything but that. She never did. She watched as he pushed himself up into a sitting position and then slow stood. If he wanted her to come down to him, then she would.
She grabbed her bag and closed it tight before she put it over her head and rested it on her shoulders and across her chest. She hopped onto the edge of the small wall that kept everyone from falling and jumped down, landing on her feet. It helped that she was a cat animagus or that wouldn’t have gone over very well. She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing it, and her skirt, before making her way over to the boy. He was cute up close, but that didn’t matter. He was a lion and a Wood.
She looked at him up and down, stopping on his face and rested her hands on her hip. “I had nothing to do with you falling on your ass,” she said simply. “As much as I wish I did, you were the one that distracted yourself.” She gave him a small smirk and crossed her arms.
WORDS COUNT lots TAGGED scott wood. STATUS finished OUTFIT clickNOTES hai. CREDIT meee.
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