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Post by Ariana Leigh Thorn on Apr 16, 2009 0:34:47 GMT -8
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 sighed softly as she trudged up the wooden steps of the Gryffindor Seating, wondering why she had even let the brilliant idea of climbing up to sit in the stands cross her mind. She actually knew why, for some reason a bunch of dribbling First Years made it a point to hunt her down and ask her all about America, the pitch seemed to be the only safe place. She just wished there was some place less high up. ‘Don’t think about it Ari. Just like at home, don’t look up at where you’re soon going to be sitting and don’t fuckin’ look down at the ground and you won’t scream like a baby. Alright?’ She groaned softly at her pathetic mental coaching and gritted her teeth, telling herself that she was a witch God Dammit, a Country witch for Merlins sakes! She shouldn’t let a few stairs ruin her attempt at silence. She looked up and whimpered. “Make that a few times like a zillion.” She groaned. She shook her head and started walking again. “What would Caleb say if he saw me?” She wondered nostalgically.
“Ari’s afraid of stairs! Ari’s afraid of stairs!”
”I AM NOT!” She shrieked, closing her eyes tight and stomping her foot, in near tantrum mode. She opened her eyes wide and looked around; realizing Caleb was no where around. She blush as red as her scarf and took off almost running up the stair, stumbling a few times and cursing her skirt. She stumbled off the stairs and leaned over one of the benches, catching her breath for a few moments before she straightened, tugging at her robes and skirt. ”Well alright then.” She muttered in an official like tone before she turned and looked over the Pitch. For a moment it took her breath away, the beauty of it. She could see the Black Lake, it’s dark waters mysteriously beautiful, The Forbidden Forest, which she planned on visiting one day, despite the warning, and the pitch. She had always wanted to fly on a broom, but anything higher than a few feet in the air made her nauseous and she often passed out.
She groaned and sat back hard on her bottom as vertigo set in. She closed her eyes and gripped her skirts for a moment before she took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled, smiling as she pulled out “A Guide to Medieval Sorcery, ” a congratulations present for getting Head Girl and Gryffindor from her Cousin Hermione. She settled down in a corner and puller her knees up before she buried her nose into the numerous, worn out pages.
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Post by Logan Summers on Apr 19, 2009 11:35:50 GMT -8
Not one for missing an opportunity to practise some quid ditch, Logan was flying over the black lake at an alarming rate, touching the water as he leant over. This is was made him happy the most, flying. He had just escaped from study period in the library and he couldn’t take it anymore. He was going through a change, his bookish appearance and front were about to be dropped and he was embracing the more dangerous side of his personality. And he liked it.
Once more around the lake and then moments later, Logan arrived at the quidditch pitch. The wind rushing in his hair and ears. This is what he was missing over the years, the freedom to do whatever he liked, free of rules and restrictions. Leaning forward on his broom Logan increased his speed, tearing through the gap between a couple of seating towers at the pitch, a little too close to the Gryffindor tower where someone appeared to be sitting. He watched as the drapes bearing the red and gold flailed about in the rush of wind he had just provided.
Logan whipped around and saw that the drapes were indeed whipping quite uncontrollably, obviously he was going a little too fast. He made his way over to the stand and perched an arm on the barrier. Leaning over the stand. “Sorry about that, if I had known you were there I wouldn’t have gone that fast” Logan said, looking genuinely concerned.
“Logan Summers” he said, extending a hand. His broom hidden from view, giving the impression that he was floating.
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Post by Ariana Leigh Thorn on Apr 19, 2009 14:03:57 GMT -8
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 astounded at how difficult magic used to be back then. No wands. Poem like spells that you had to memorize, none of the easy words they had now. Bloody hell, she’d have given it up if she’d had to be a witch back then. And death if caught. Yikes. The worst you got now a days is a trip to the loony bin or people comin’ to you asking for shit. She stared at page in fascination as her eyes combed the text, gleaning whatever she could from the words.
She had completely forgotten that right now she was higher than she had ever wanted to be in her life, not to mention without Caleb there to escort, or rather carry, her down when it became too much. She was too caught up in her book. The world around her faded and she smiled as she turned the page, starting on the section concerning how Muggles were treated back then. She had no clue that there was anyone else around her, which had been the goal of coming up here considering her fear. She would have gone to the library, but that escape had been found out before too long. Maybe next time she’d try the dungeons.
She bit her lip and grimaced at one account of a Muggle being tortured by a group of Wizards and witches who kind of reminded Ari of the Death Eaters. She shudder and glared at the picture on the next page. ’Fuckin’ psychos’ She thought, turning the page.
Suddenly there was a woosh of wind flying past her, the drapes flying up and startling her. She she let out a strangled yelp and fell back on the seats, her legs on the bench but her ass planted firmly on the board where the people sitting behind her would have placed their feet. Her book was lying on her lap, open and face down. She groaned softly, her back and ass sore now. She heard a voice and looked up at some guy who was leaning over the edge. She groaned softly and smiled weakly, shaking her head. “It’s fine, no worries.” She muttered as she pulled herself up from between the seats, which would have been less difficult if she hadn’t been worried about her skirt slipping up and showing more than needed.
She finally stood, closing her book and setting it down carefully, and brushed her self off, rubbing her sore behind and looking back to make sure her skirt didn’t have a snag. She shook his hand and smiled. “Ariana Thorn.” She said softly, then did a doubly take. Was he . . . floating? She stepped closer and looked over, chuckling softly when she saw the broom. Floating? Really Ari, grow up. Her smile faded though when her focus turned from the broom to the ground. She groaned and took a quick step back, dropping his hand.
She smiled weakly, trying not to let her small feeling on nausea show. “I take it you’re a Quidditch player?” She suggested, making a guess based on his speed and the broom.
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Post by Logan Summers on Apr 19, 2009 15:13:51 GMT -8
Now he felt bad, obviously his little stunt either frightened her or pissed her off. He was inclined to like either of those things. "Im sorry it was my fault" he said shyly, she then told him she was fine. Which put the smile back on his face. Obviously this girl wasnt too comfortable with heights, she looked a little nervous just sitting there, even worse when she looked over the edge to see whether Logan was actually floating or not. She introduced herself as Ariana Thorn, a pretty name in Logans opinion. And of course he noticed the accent. He didnt know that Hogwarts allowed transfer students. "And what would give that away" Logan asked in his reply to her question regard his quidditch talent. After a few short moments he realised as he looked down. What an idiot, he was on a broom more than 100 foot in the air!
"Oh..that" he said sarcastically while whipping himself onto the seating area, taking his broom with him and taking a seat next to where Ariana was previously sitting. "Yeah, i play seeker for my house." He paused for a second and spoke. " and I take it you arent good with heights, miss thorn?" He smirked at her a little, maybe he could eleviate that fear somehow.
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Post by Ariana Leigh Thorn on Apr 20, 2009 17:08:07 GMT -8
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 smiled and shook her head when he took the blame for it, but in all honesty it couldn’t be helped. He had no way of knowing there was someone sitting there, let alone someone with an insane fear of heights. She sat down and gripped the bench, taking a few discrete breaths to calm herself. She could hear Caleb and her brothers telling her to get a grip, but she pushed the voices aside. Right now would not be a good time to start yelling at people who weren’t there. She looked up at the guy and blushed a little, thinking that he was mocking her for asking. She smiled sheepishly and ducked her head, wondering if maybe she was as daft as everyone said she was.
She bit her lip and started to make a stumbling reply when he suddenly leapt into the seating. She almost fell back in surprise and had to grip the benches to keep from doing so. I’ll never get used to people doin’ stuff like that. She thought sardonically. She looked at him and smiled, nodding. She kind of paid attention to the Quidditch games, when she could watch from the ground at least. ”Seeker? That’s impressive, ya any good?” She asked, trying to recall if she had ever watched a Ravenclaw match. She normally hid in the library during Quidditch matches. Trying to follow the brooms from the ground produced quite the same effect as leaning over the edge had. She glared at his teasing, though it wasn’t as angry as it could have been, and she blushed furiously. ”That’s not true!” She argued, looking away from him to hide the receding blush. ”They just aren’t good with me.” She sighed and stared at the floor. ”I get dizzy, then comes nausea and soon after passing out. I’m okay for a few feet up, I climb trees all the time, but after a few feet over my head it all gets to be too much and . . .” She wasn’t sure why she was explaining, she doubted he gave a damn, but she felt . . . well a little more relaxed than she had lately around other people.
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