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Post by Jamie Marie Waters on May 2, 2010 22:20:13 GMT -5
Jamie sighed heavily as Professor Pooter assigned her class another round of homework. Oh for heavens sake, it's my last year and he does this..., The thought filled her mind as she wrote down the essay assignment. Grumbling under her breath, Jamie practically ran out of the door after class was dismissed.
The Gryffindor sighed heavily as she glanced outside, it was beautiful out there. The sun was out and there didn't seem to be any wind but a light breeze. It won't hurt to go outside for a bit. She thought to herself for a few seconds, her hair changing from it's brown color to a blond. Still smiling, Jamie walked from the DADA classroom, down a few stairs and out to the entrance hall.
Jamie slowed to a walk, the sun felt amazing against her face as her hair once again changed back to it's normal color. Gazing around, Jamie's gray eyes landed on a firmilliar figure that was sitting at the edge of the lake. Vincent! Jamie started to call but quickly quieted down as a thought crossed your mind. Please don't have heard me, Jamie thought sneakily as she quickly dropped her black messanger back and her black jacket.
The girl was left in her Jeans and a blue slim fit tee shirt, but it was beautiful outside. Jamie just stood there for a second and grinned as the sunlight danced on her tanned skin and the wind blew against her brown hair. After a few seconds, her eyes landed on Vincent and grinned again.
Jamie changed her looks from hers to a blond hair, green eyes, and set off towards him. He probably knew that she was a metamorphose since they'd known each other since his first year, but hey, she might be able to sneak up on him. At least a bit. Jamie cut across the grounds and passed people she knew, but none noticed that it was her. Grinning ear to ear, Jamie came up to about ten feet behind him.
Walking as silently as she could, Jamie creeped up behind him and grabbed his shoulders gently, Hey ya Vincent! The girl said, her features going back to normal, back to her brown hair and her well known gray eyes. Jamie reached around Vincent and hugged his shoulders before letting go and sitting down beside him. Hello Stranger, glad to see you today. Missed you. She said happily and glanced over at him, he was a great friend and she loved that.
Reaching over with her hand that was closest to the Slytherin guy, Jamie patted his hand where it was. What brought you out today? I know it's beautiful but still. She said quietly before moving her hand behind her so that she could lean back slighlty against her hands, still looking over at him.
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Post by Vincent Olivander on May 3, 2010 17:16:15 GMT -5
When Vincent got dressed and went down to the Great Hall he hadn't expected to see an article in the daily prophet about his family. He grew up in a small town in Australia, he was nothing compared to his grandfather, and further back in time the inventor of Quidditch himself. That was over a century ago, and Vincent rebelled against the ruling order of fame given to his family because he was tired of being treated like he was famous, often he had to resort to lying about who he was so that Vincent Olivander wasn't bombarded with questions as to how he thought he could measure up to his successful family that shaped the wizarding world. With a bottle of butterbeer he retired to the sweet air of the grounds.
The first thing he heard as he stepped onto the grounds was Jamie calling his name, turning around purposely to destroy her little plan of surprise. "You know when you pat my hand like that its sorta patronizing" he laughed weakly, looking out at the enormous whomping willow at a distance. Poor Davey Gudgeon had a hard time with that thing, so Vincent liked to keep out of the way. Hogwarts grounds were a scary place if you didn't know the restrictions. "Well believe it or not men of this universe do enjoy the fresh air" he shrugged his arms in a sense of 'who-knew?' Vincent was surprisingly overenthused by their differing uniforms, Gryffindors and Slytherins were in no circumstance meant to be such close friends and instead remained resigned toward each other. Not these friends though, nowhere near any other friends in comparison.
"Being the geek you are I bet you've come from lesson?" he raised his eyebrows amused, any other Slytherin called her that then Vincent would stick up for her, the fact that Vincent never meant any offence was perhaps the great victory that came from their friendship. Vincent looked forward to going home for Christmas, lessons weren't always that fun. He liked the thought that a century from then his grandchild would be elected as headmaster of Hogwarts, he knew this because intelligence without trying was in his blood. Even Quidditch, though he was nothing exceptional, having only earned his spot on the Quidditch team by putting a hurling hex on the first choice and a stinging hex on the second for variety.
He employed enchantment in his schemes, always stealing magical artifacts to achieve his goals, or hexing when it was desperate. Regardless, he wasn't a bad guy, he only wanted to be the best he possibly could. He never kept any secrets from Jamie, he told her everything. Trusted her truly, even if she didn't agree with what he told her he knew it was a safe secret. He had a very traumatic, very abusive childhood by the people around him that expected the very best. With Jamie he could be absolutely himself, without needing to impress anybody.
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