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Haden Whittlore Ravenclaw {g=3} Chaser/Prefect/Metamorphagi member is offline
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``the scratch of quill on paper « Thread Started on May 22, 2009, 1:57pm »
From one of the empty classrooms, the only sound that could be heard was the scratching of a quill against a piece of paper. Occasionally, there would be a break where the write would dip the quill tip into his small black jar of black in and right after the scratching would resume. On entry to the closed room, Haden Whittlore was perched atop a table, his feet on the chair while he pressed against one of his legs for a surface hard enough to press on as he wrote. Why he didn't just sit at the table was beyond him. Haden was writing rather diligently, aimed at finishing this third and final letter. It was bad enough he had to write to his mother, and to his father for two separate reasons, but to have to write to his dad's parents just for the same of being polite...was a bit much but family was family and he had no problem with it. Well, not always.
... and school has been fine. Just started my sixth year and all. Looking forward to it now that my OWLs are behind me now. And remember those hobbies of mine? The spells I've been working on and the potions to? I've enclosed some papers with some of what I've already come up with and sadly, I haven't got the time to work on them as yet and I fear I won't as soon as school gears up, but I was thinking maybe you and grandfather can. If you're up for it at least. I'll write to you soon. Lots of love.
HWhittlore.
He reread the letter once more then he just folded it, placed it in the envelope and scribbled the address on the front after sealing it. He hopped off the desk and scooped up the three letters in his hand and turned for the door but he suddenly came down with that feeling. That feeling like, if he left that room and mailed the letters, what else would he have to do. The day had been uneventful enough and he wasn't too keen on seeing the day out, not yet at least. So rather than leave, he dropped the letters back on the table and walked across the room to the opened windows. At first glance he caught the sky and immediately knew it was approaching night; evening was upon him. He knew that those letters were going to consume a great amount of his time, still, it had to be done sooner or later. It was cooler out now, compared to earlier that is and there was still a significantly enough light out and it worked like a spotlight, shining on the young, seventeen year old wizard who was leaning half out the window. As he straightened up, the light caught his face once again and the prefect badge that was pinned to him. He would have never pictured himself the authoritative type but the administration did, why question?
Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #1 on May 22, 2009, 3:35pm »
That rebel moon is shinin'. Those stars burn like diamonds, Hell bent on chasin' down that crazy slide. I'll follow you where you're leading, To the first sweet taste of freedom. You got me runnin' baby,
Ari was doing a final sweep of the classrooms before she headed down to dinner. Lately there had been a problem with students hiding out in the classrooms and doing Merlin knows what. The job had been given to all the Prefects and both the Head Boy and Head Girl, but Ari always did a second check since some of the prefects were liable to let their friends off easy and say the room was clear. Ari had fallen for that once, and it wouldn’t happen again. After the first couple of checks, which consisted of taking points from the students caught AND the Prefects who let them stay, the Prefects had started cracking down and Ari had only found a few students.
She had worked her way from the top to the bottom and she was on the final rooms. When she was finished she’d cast a small spell of her own that would do a sweep of the rooms she’d already checked and then she’d be done for the night and ready to relax, something she desperately needed. She had been working and studying harder this past week and a half than she had in an entire month back home. This whole Head Girl thing is gettin’ exhaustin’ She thought as she pushed a class room door open. She did a quick sweep and turned to leave when she realized someone was in there. She frowned and opened the door wider. “Whittlore?” She called out. She had taken to calling the Prefects by last name rather than first name. She didn’t know any of them and it seemed like some of them didn’t appreciate the familiarity. ”What are you doin’ in here? Shouldn’t you be down at dinner?”
Whittlore was no exception to her lack of familiarity. She knew the basics about him; Ravenclaw, Sixth Year, Male. But further than that she didn’t know squat. Hell, she had to think long and hard to get his first name to come to mind. She wondered if that was a bad thing. The more she thought of it, it seemed like it. So far she didn’t have any friends. There was Zack Frost, but she doubted their twisted little acquaintanceship counted as a friendship, then some of the Weasleys, but she reprimanded them as much as she talked to them so that wasn’t really something that qualified.
Great, I’m destined to become the old rancher woman that scares kids off and has no-one to leave her ranch to except for her equally old and scary rancher neighbor who will most likely be Caleb. She sighed, hoping that wasn’t her future.
"Don't grab the reins, unless yer ready to get bucked." Eighteen|Gryffindor|Seventh Year|Muggle Born|Single
Haden Whittlore Ravenclaw {g=3} Chaser/Prefect/Metamorphagi member is offline
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Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #2 on May 22, 2009, 4:14pm »
The darkness of night was coming closer and closer. The cool breeze had suddenly turned chilly and Haden found himself sitting in the window, his head pressed against a side of the window, his gaze raised to the ceiling but now he couldn't see anything. It was all dark; he could no longer make out the different patters he had found in the ceiling. Yes, boredom could make you do less than desirable things, but it was still something and the pointless activity was sufficient company until he decided to get up and head to the common room and off to bed. But without dinner? The thought of it alone, going to bed without dinner, was just unthinkable. Unnatural. Yet it was certainly possible because he wasn't really all that hungry. Bu how far into the night would he have to do before hunger woke him. An hour, two?
He was ripped from his deliberate, pointless train of thought when someone opened the class room door, sweep the room with one glance, not noticing him, before closing the door but she seemed to catch herself because she reopened the door and came in, tossing some questions at him. The first of which went unanswered, it was only a verification question and she seemed to get the answer she desired because the next question followed closely behind. "I was writing some letters to my family," he began, pointing at the letters on the table some feet from her, ", and then I got bored and sat here...been here for a just under an hour." He went on, his boredom making him feel compelled to explain everything to the school's Head Girl. "Don't worry, I'm not doing anything illegal. I'd let you search my letters but their contents aren't really your concern...sorry." He said, but he wasn't serious, that was obvious because he had this sleepy grin on his face.
He knew why he was suddenly in the company of Ms. Head Girl, Ariana Thorn. She was doing rounds and making sure that 'things' weren't going on while all eyes were turned. Wondering if she suspected him of failing to do his duty as a prefect, because she would have stepped over the line right there, but so far, it didn't seem that way...and she was still here, right? "Umm...so how come you aren't at dinner. I don't think making rounds is that much more important than eating to survive." He said as he got off the window sill and approached her a bit, taking the seat closest to her. "Tell me...why do you take it so seriously? Your position I mean. I don't mean to be rude, I'm just curious." He went on, making sure he didn't give her any reason to jinx him.
Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #3 on May 25, 2009, 9:49pm »
That rebel moon is shinin'. Those stars burn like diamonds, Hell bent on chasin' down that crazy slide. I'll follow you where you're leading, To the first sweet taste of freedom. You got me runnin' baby,
Ariana cocked her head to the side when he answered. She looked at the letters and her eyes narrowed. She got the need for some solitude, but why an empty class room to write letter? She shrugged. To each his own I suppose. She thought. She looked at him and smiled a little, wondering if it was the fact she was Head Girl that made him explain, or was it some other reason. She didn’t really care, but it was still amusing. She chuckled softly and looked at him, shaking her head. ”If I had thought you were doing something illegal I would have jinxed you as soon as I realized you were in here.” She said, teasing . . . sorta. She would have jinxed him, but not until she established he was doing something. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to do something that he shouldn’t, but she really never knew at this school. She looked at him again and couldn’t help but smile at his sleepy grin. She chuckled and shrugged. ”I’m sure their boring anyway.” She retorted, but the snap that should have been their was completely lost with her tone and smile.
She looked past him out the window and was shocked to see how dark it was. Hadn’t it been light when she had started? She frowned, her brow furrowing. She really needed to split this job up between her and the Head Boy, it was taking too much time out of her day to do this each and every time alone. Maybe she could even give some of the work to a few of the Seventh year prefects. They should be mature enough to trust to handle this . . . right?
She looked up suddenly and blinked at him. She shrugged and looked at the board, averting her attention. ”I like getting my work done first, other wise it bugs me.” How was she suppose to explain that she felt awkward at her table, like everyone was watching her or something. She couldn’t, it sounded ridiculous. She looked at him curiously as he moved closer and she relaxed a bit, leaning against the nearest desk. She looked at the ground and shrugged. ”I dunno. I guess I-“ She broke of and chuckled softly, shaking her head. ”It’s stupid.” She mumbled, still staring at the ground. ”I guess, since I’m not exactly too accepted here, putting all my effort into my duties will make it seem like . . . I dunno . . . if people avoid me it’s not because I’m the weird transfer from America who’s anti-social but because I’m the weird girl who is just too caught up in being Head Girl to be sociable.” She chuckled and looked at him. ”See, stupid.” It made sense to her, at least then she would have an excuse for not going out of her way to make friends.
"Don't grab the reins, unless yer ready to get bucked." Eighteen|Gryffindor|Seventh Year|Muggle Born|Single
Haden Whittlore Ravenclaw {g=3} Chaser/Prefect/Metamorphagi member is offline
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Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #4 on May 26, 2009, 5:19pm »
He smirked at her when she joked about jinxing him. As it seemed, the rumours weren’t at all true. She didn’t seem that uptight and stiff-lipped, quite the contrary, she seemed more than pleasant…and cute from this distance, when he wasn’t trying to avoid her and the wrath of her tongue in case he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing, or not doing something he should be doing. He was just thankful not to be on the receiving end, sometimes, rumours turned out to be true. But she wouldn’t hurt him, she didn’t seem the type…actually, given that she was lingering here with him, it showed that she was a bit- Wow. If it wasn’t lame to say, he had to admit she had an attractive smile. It made her whole face light up, her eyes shone like ten times brighter and she seemed, well, she seemed normal. Like someone he wouldn’t mind having conversations with just for the sake of it. “Yeah, you’re probably right….nothing that exciting has happened to force me to write home to my family…come to think of it, nothing that significant ever happens.” He said, half lying at that. When he made a breakthrough with the stuff he works on, he gets ecstatic, no joke.
After he spoke, there was some silence. He looked up and realized that her attention had been called away and he was curious as to whom or what could do such a thing, hence why he followed her gaze out the window and gathered that she was just as taken by the sudden shift in the time of day. It was like, where did the time go all of a sudden? His excuse was that he was busy writing pointless letters, so what was her excuse and he would have seriously found it difficult to understand that she had been doing her rounds all this time. Surely she had someone to hang with despite what others said. He glanced back at her and studied her face as she continued to gaze out; watching as her gaze fell as her head drifted downwards…she was lost in space, more specifically, her collection of thoughts. Right now, he would have paid a knut to find out what she was mulling over with such intensity and why she looked so innocent when her head was up in the clouds, still, she hadn’t answered the questions he had posed to her and look a good gentleman, he was willing to wait patiently, especially when it came to knowing about someone else. It was a privilege for someone to open up about themselves to an undeserving individual, and the most that individual could was to be patient and attentive and respectful.
Finally his waiting had paid off and she had finally started to speak. He could understand her desire to get the work done, but how much work could there be? And when that was over, what then? Stupid wasn’t the word, it was just different, something she could understand but lacked comprehensibility on his part but it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying, sincerely he was. He just didn’t get why people delved themselves completely into their work and overlooked most other things in life. Then she hit the nail on the head…about the not being too accepted part. She felt like an outsider so she was just doing her job by playing the part. No reason to create more tension than to go along with what everyone else saw you as, right? Well, almost everyone. He looked at her silently for a bit, feeling better now that he was able to grasp most of it. “Well you know what Ariana…I accept you.” Haden said with a half grin, hold his hand out to the chair on the opposite side of the desk, offering her a seat. “How about you have a sit down with me…talk a bit, if that’s ok…and I promise that…that I’ll do the rest of your rounds with you?” It was a risky proposition, but what was there for her to refuse. This was him lending his hand to her, hoping she would take it and just to lighten the mood, he shook his dark brown hair till it turned blond. “Think blond is my kind of look?” He asked, holding his head up so she could see his lengthened nose and his brilliant green eyes.
Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #5 on May 26, 2009, 10:38pm »
That rebel moon is shinin'. Those stars burn like diamonds, Hell bent on chasin' down that crazy slide. I'll follow you where you're leading, To the first sweet taste of freedom. You got me runnin' baby,
Ari relaxed a bit more and returned his smirk. She was tempted to jinx him just a little, but decided that would be maybe a little more than could be handled at the moment. She already knew there were rumors going around that she had hexed some first years, and she wasn’t going to deny them. But the truth was she had never actually followed through with the temptation. At least the rumor had made the First Years, even the ones who started it, a little wary when it came to her and more than happy to do as she told them. A little fear is good for the soul. She thought with a small twisted smirk to herself. She looked at him and giggled a little, startling herself. When was the last time she had giggled? Sure chuckles, but giggles were rare. ”You think it’s dull ‘round here, back home the biggest new of the century was when the couple everyone knew was gunna end up together announced she was pregnant and the weddin’ was being moved up.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled. Thing were definitely more interesting here, yeah boring because it was school, but at least it wasn’t the same thing day after day. Course, she prolly would have taken the monotony back before too long.
She blushed a little when she realized he was watching her. She had a problem with doing that, spacing out and letting her thoughts take over. Most of the time she started out alone then came back down to earth with a First Year inches away from her face. But to space out with someone there watching her already, it was kind of embarrassing. She looked down at her feet and her eyes lightened, turning a pale green. Great, not only do I hear Caleb’s voice when I’m being silly, but now I’m spacing out like a weirdo in front of the Prefects. Maybe I should dye my hair neon green and dance around in a frickin’ tu-tu while I’m at it. She thought, grimacing at the thought of it. That would garner some interesting looks and questions about why the Head Girl looked like a lunatic. They might even take her badge away. At the thought of that her hand raised to her chest and she touched the badge with a slightly dazed look in her eyes. She blinked and shook her head. I’m doin’ it again. Gotta stop that.
Ari stared at her feet after her confession, shifting awkwardly on the desk. Now that she had admitted it she realized how lame it really was. Hiding behind her position because she’s bad with new people, that was pathetic! No one else did that, it was just idiotic to think that anyone would accept that excuse and not think she was emo or something. She shuffled her feet then looked up at him and was surprised to find he wasn’t looking at her like she was insane, it was a look of . . . understanding. She blinked in slight surprise and looked at him before she looked back down, shaking her head. She really shouldn’t be as surprised as she was.
She looked up at him when he spoke and she couldn’t help but smile a little. His grin was definitely infecting, and his wording was a little corny. In a lot of ways he reminded her of Caleb when they were kids, it made her comfortable. He was even kind of cute, for being a Sixth Year that is. She looked at him and nodded to herself. Yup. Definitely cute, plus he was easy to talk to. Who knows, maybe she’d actually make a point to get to know this guy. She chuckled and eyed the chair warily, as if she expected it to bite her the instant she sat down or something. Of course she was just joking. After a moment she slid into the seat and looked at him. ”My rounds are done for the night anyway, this was my last room and I’m not exactly too eager to go join the rest of the school at dinner.” Earlier she had caught a group so student dueling in the halls and slapped them with so many detentions and Point Deductions that she doubted any house was happy with her.
She looked out then window then back at him, gasping in surprise. Her eyes widened and she giggled. ”I didn’t know you were a Metamorphmagus.” She said with a grin as she studied his nose, eyes and hair. She scrutinized him and made a look of over exaggerated disgust. ”Get rid of the nose Pinocchio.” She teased, relaxing into the seat. She studied him for a long time, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes darkened as she scrutinized him. ”Does it hurt?” She asked suddenly, referring to the changing. He didn’t look to be in pain when it happened, but changing your body parts like that couldn’t be easy.
"Don't grab the reins, unless yer ready to get bucked." Eighteen|Gryffindor|Seventh Year|Muggle Born|Single
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Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #6 on May 27, 2009, 7:31pm »
He laughed out when he called her Pinocchio and without fear, he scrunched up his nose as if about to sneeze then relaxed his face; now breathing out of his natural nose. “It’s not exactly something I go around telling people.” He said. Admittedly, he couldn’t remember why he didn’t go showing off. It was just how he had programmed himself that it had become a norm for him, almost a personal law if he should go so far. “Some people get envious when someone else has an innate magical gift that they missed out on. Never mind the fact that it’s rare which makes it all the more enviable and it’s amazing use…mainly, I don’t tell anyone about it because I don’t use it much. It keeps me from being a complete jerk.” He went on, smiling slightly at her, hoping she understood where he was coming from. He was about to fix his hair when she asked if it hurt. He was tempted to look at her incredulously or something along the line but he had to remind himself that she wasn’t what he was so she didn’t know as he did. He smiled at her curiosity then he ran his hand through his hair from forward to back and before her eyes, his hair went from blond to its natural dark brown colour and Haden Whittlore was normal again. Well…as far as normal went for him.
“It doesn’t hurt.” He said, suddenly laughing but it wasn’t without reason. “You’re the first person to ask me that…ever. Or at least, you are the first person to ever care to ask me that. Thanks.” He said, looking at her a bit on the intense before he started to feel a bit on the warm side and as a result, looked away. “But no…no it doesn’t hurt. It’s not a Polyjuice Potion or anything…it’s just me, changing my appearance at will. Well, there’s no need to explain what it is to a smart girl like yourself, but no…no pain. I just change and that is about it. I don’t feel any pain at all. Don’t think I’d like to either.” He added, smirking at her and the fact that he never talked about being a metamorphmagus so much to anyone…well, that was a lie. The hundreds of questions he had to endure from his mother and the accompanying Healer that weekend when he discovered it counted but he chose not to. It was so annoying it could be categorized as traumatizing but his mother went well. He’s fought himself just to accept that, understanding it was another issue.
“Ok, so now you know something about me.” He said, making his attempt to turn the tables on her. “Tell me something about yourself. A secret about yourself…well, not really a secret, but something. I doubt that you trust me in that manner to tell me something personal about you.” He said, glancing down at the table between them before looking back up at her. He was uncertain if Ms. Thorn was going to even confide in him what she had for lunch yesterday…but she was having difficulties being accepted by most, and he was just making a new friend, and it may be a bit risky for him, but he liked to know as much about his friends as possible and for them to know as much about him. He believed in loyalty and trust and confidence and that made it all the more important for him to choose his friends very carefully. But right now, he felt ok about this. “So tell me something.” He said, grinning at her as he sat back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest as his eyes scanned her face.
Re: ``the scratch of quill on paper « Reply #7 on May 28, 2009, 3:59pm »
That rebel moon is shinin'. Those stars burn like diamonds, Hell bent on chasin' down that crazy slide. I'll follow you where you're leading, To the first sweet taste of freedom. You got me runnin' baby,
Ari watched as his face scrunched and she grimaced, prepared for him to sneeze. But when she relaxed her gaze she realized he’d just changed his nose again. She giggled and rolled her eyes. ”Show off.” She teased him. Unable to help herself she mimicked his face, trying to make her nose change like his had, much like a child would quote a movie in a character’s voice while watching some program. She failed of course, she knew she would, but that didn’t stop the stubborn pout from pulling at her lips. She raised her hand and pulled at her nose, trying to go cross eyed to see if had changed just a little. ”I would make sure everyone knew. ‘Specially the First Years; might scare ‘em straight.” She gave up on her nose and frowned. ”And if anyone bugged me to show ‘em I’d tell ‘em where to shove their wand.” She grinned crookedly. She watched with interest as he changed his hair back to it’s normal hair and she chuckled. So far she liked Haden; he was easy to talk to and was certainly entertaining. Who knew, maybe her rounds tonight would lead to something, maybe even a close acquaintanceship with Haden, she wasn’t silly enough to hope for a friendship, but that would be nice.
Ari blinked in confusion, blushing a bit as he laughed. Of course it doesn’t hurt, if it did he wouldn’t do it so easily . . . Unless he’s a masochist. She peered at him, trying to decide if he was a masochist, but she had never met a masochist who she knew was one so she couldn’t tell. She looked at him when he spoke and she frowned. No one’s ever asked him about it? She wondered. The motherly side of her wanted to hug him for some strange reason, of course that was just silly. She shrugged his thanks off. ”No reason to thank me.” She looked at him and caught the intensity of his look. She blinked then added. “Everyone else just doesn’t think like I do. They focus on the ‘cool factor,’ but I run on a wavelength all my own.” She cocked her head to the side as he explained, scoffing at the ‘smart girl’ comment. She was going to make some comment about it, but her curiosity got the better of her. ”What’s it feel like? Do you even feel it?” She had never met a Meramorphmagus before, only read up a bit on them and it didn’t tell her much. Naturally she wanted to dissect everything he told her and memorize every detail, of course she also knew that too many questions would get irritating and she’d have to limit her questions.
She looked up suddenly and stared for a moment. Something about her? She frowned, trying to think of what she could tell him. What was interesting about her? She had 2 brothers? Lame. She smuggled her Rottweiler onto school grounds! Ya, that was a big accomplishment when you were friends with the grounds keeper. She looked up at him, a serious look on her face but a subtle smirk in her eyes. ”I’m actually working for the Muggle Government. They plan on testing all the witches and wizards they catch but promised to spare me if I gave everyone else up and made our existence public.” It was a flat out lie, but how interesting was her life really? She waited for a long moment, then a grin broke her face. ”And I suck a making things up on the spot without a real need.” She chuckled softly the bit her lip in thought, staring out the window. ”I did Wandless and Silent Magic when I first found out I was a witch.” She said after a moment, not looking away from the window. ”When I was ten. Some guy started to beat up my best friend and I just screamed at him. Sent him flying off Caleb and half way across the field. Then I went to Caleb and healed his nose. Didn’t say a word.” She looked at him then and chuckled. ”My Ma and his were so freaked they didn’t know what to do. The Ma had to explain about her cousin and Hermione was called that night.” She shook her head, remembering that night. ”They made me and Caleb sit on the couch, three feet away from each other just incase I was radioactive or something.”
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