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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 0:42:12 GMT -5
Fingers traced the spines of several books as Rhye eased his way down the aisle of the library. So many titles that he's already read more than once. "They really need to refresh their stock." He chuckled to himself quietly, noting that numerous people were in the library as well as his self. He pulled one out gently, honestly too carefully that it was pathetic, as if he treated books like his children, which he did. He flipped through a few pages, a distant smile still on his face as he remembered first reading it. Slipping the book back on the shelf, he grabbed the one right next to it that he hadn't yet read and walked to the end of the aisle, leaned against the shelf, and cracked it open.
It was a book about Muggle wars and economic struggles. He thought back to his home life, his mom and dad, his friends- it was all too nostalgic. He thought back to public school and learning about the wars there. It was a completely different time when he was a child. Strangely, these memories didn't make him miss it, it made him love Hogwarts that much more. Rhye wouldn't trade his life here for anything in the world.
Still resting against the shelf, he looked up around the busy room. People were looking to study for their big tests in Herbology, or so he gathered from the amount of lower years asking for books on the matter to Madam Pince. She gave them a scowl and motioned them angrily to follow her.
Snickering to himself, Rhye took a seat on the couch and sprawled out. Madam Pince wouldn't be back this way for a bit, he could break his rules every so often. In the back of his mind he remembered that he was waiting for Charles and Ophelia.
Where could they be?
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 1:05:37 GMT -5
Charles shoved a roll of parchment paper into his bag along with his favorite quill. The parchment was already half full of writing, but it wasn’t done with yet, Charles was writing a story.
He finished stuffing his bag and ran out of his dorm room, down the stairs, and into the common room. A few students looked up form their studying, irritated. Once they saw that it was Charles though, they went back to their books. People found it hard to stay irritated at the boy.
He knew he was late for his meeting with Rhys and his friend, but what could he do but run? You can’t apparate in school grounds…
He slipped through the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room and raced down the hallway. He kept on running, wanting to get to the Library sooner rather than later. He wasn’t very fit and by the time he reached the hallway where the Library was he was out of breath. So Charles stopped running and began to breath normally again.
He didn’t want to enter the Library breathing like he had run a marathon.
Soon enough he was back to normal and he stepped into the quiet, calming atmosphere of books and writing. He smiled, it was one of the only places where Charles could sit back, relax, and write.
He couldn’t see Rhys, but that didn’t mean anything. The Library was big enough and had enough hidden spaces that he wouldn’t be able to see everything if he tried. So Charles started to walk through the long corridors with books on either side. He took a deep breath, taking in the scents all around him before turning a corner to see his friend splayed across the couch.
Being a man of a strict obedience, Charles objected to breaking rules; and one of the rules of the library was that there were no feet, or anything other than a bum, allowed on the couches.
Nonetheless, Charles smiled and waved his hand sharply in the other boy’s direction. “I’d advise against the sprawling on the couch, but I’m not sure you would listen.” He whispered, loud enough for Rhys to hear.
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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 1:36:28 GMT -5
Rhye crossed one leg over the other on the couch and put one hand behind his head, letting out a deep breath. Too bad he was getting comfortable. Madam Pince wouldn't be too happy, but he was always sweet to her. Maybe she'd let him off with a warning this time- if she caught him.
A familiar voice rung in his ears, and with a jolt, he looked up to Charles. “I’d advise against the sprawling on the couch, but I’m not sure you would listen.” Rhye laughed as loud as he could, sitting up, his legs spread apart casually.
"Charles! Hey man, I've been waiting for you!" He motioned him closer and stood up to give him a friendly hug when he was in reach. "Studying some more? Or just here to get a new read?" He gave a friendly wink and sat back down, clutching his book about Muggles tightly in his hands.
"Ophelia is supposed to be here soon, but she is probably running late.. literally. That's the only way to get here reasonably today. All these young-years are hogging up the breathing room." He shook his head upsettingly, glancing towards the door in hopes of that Hufflepuff running in. No sign of her. "You have to meet her, she's... different." A hint of a smile arose on him as he scratched the back of his neck where his tattoo was hid.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 1:49:02 GMT -5
When Rhys laughed Charles winced, it was quiet enough in the library that even the smallest sounds sounded loud. He motioned for his friend to quiet down, even though he wasn’t being all that loud at all.
“Yeah, sorry! I kind of got caught up writing in the dorm.” Charles smiled sheepishly, a lock of messy dark hair falling in front of his eyes. “I thought maybe I’d come to one, see you, and two, it is actually quieter here than in the dorm. Someone was making a lot of noise nearby.”
Charles glanced at the book Rhys was reading and rolled his eyes, had he read that one before? Knowing his friend, he probably had.
“Ophelia… I’ve never met her, although I hope she does come. I would like to meet the lady who has gotten you so interested.” Another swift grin and Charles sat down on the chair next to the couch.
“You have to meet her, she’s… different.” Charles did want to meet her! No matter how ‘different’ she was. “Honestly, the more different she is, the better.” He replied, if she was different, that was good. People were boring these days and anything or anyone classified as different was probably just interesting or entertaining.
Charles himself was ‘different’ though he hid it well when he wanted to.
To make a good impression on the girl he would soon be meeting, for both his sake and his friend’s, Charles smoothed out his hair and clothing, attempting to look like he hadn’t just run from the Ravenclaw common room.
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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 10:16:56 GMT -5
"I forget- how many stories have you wrote?" He kind of mocked, but kept a smile on his face. "I would claim that I was the one making all the noise, but I wasn't in the dorm." Rhye had a goofy grin on his face as he set the book on the table.
“Honestly, the more different she is, the better.” He nodded in agreement. "Ophelia.. I don't know much about her yet, we just met the other day. But she's kept me on my toes." He admitted, looking at his friend and chuckling.
Rhye noticed Charles smoothing himself out, so he was inclined to do the same. He ran a finger through his hair, fixing it just the right way where it flopped down on his forehead and curled back up. His somewhat-mohawk-hair was iconic for him. His hair was what sorted him through the commons.
"She better not have forgot..." He whispered, his eyes inspecting the heads bobbing around the library- still no sign of that Hufflepuff.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 13:01:31 GMT -5
“About 20.” Charles responded proudly, before he realized he was being teased. He shot a small glare at his friend but he couldn’t help but smile at the grin he wore. “I’m sure you would have been the one making the noise If you had been there.” He managed to say before laughing.
Charles laughed again, “Anyone who keeps you on your toes is bound to be fun!” It was true, Charles was always the person to say no, or to calm down first in anything that Rhys and him did together, he certainly did not keep his friend on his toes, he kept him off of his toes.
While Rhys was sorting himself out and keeping his loved hair perfect, Charles reached into his bag and brought out his parchment paper and quill.
“Well, she isn’t here yet so we may as well pass the time! You read that boring looking book of yours while I read. How about that?” He suggested bending over and smoothing out the story so that he could write some more, his neat, angular writing covered the full top half of the page, taking up a whole lot of space but managing to still look neat.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 19, 2012 13:20:14 GMT -5
'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,' Ophelia thought to herself as she ran towards the library. 'I'm going to be so late!'
Ophelia had been painting the scenes she had been drawing and had completely forgotten the time. She ran into the library, still panting hard, when Madame Pince stepped into her path. Ophelia stopped suddenly, grabbing at her heart. "You scared me. Sorry." She apologized quickly and side-stepped the librarian and kept walking, glancing back at the scowling woman. She looked forward just in time to side step a second year Gryffindor glared at her. Ophelia, being new, wasn't really sure where she was going, she began wondering around.
She was near the back of the library when she heard a familiar laugh. Rhye. She grinned inwardly and peaked around one of the corners. She saw Rhye and Charles there. She checked herself before stepping out. She made sure her black and white plaid scarf was secure and that her long curled hair wasn't messy from her run. She was about to step forward when something Rhye said caught her attention.
"You have to meet her, she's...different." Well, that did it. Ophelia smiled broadly and was about to step forward when there was a tug on the back of her shirt. She turned and saw her little brother Duncan. He looked apprehensive.
"Duncan, what's wrong?" He pulled his sister away from her hiding spot and Ophelia glanced back at where she was supposed to be. Definitely late now.
"Finley sent me a letter." Ophelia swore under her breath. Her older brother wouldn't give up. He continuously tried to sway them to the Dark Lords side. Luckily, Ophelia had a higher influence over her little brother than Finley did.
"Do you still have the letter?" She asked calmly, not showing her inner stress. Duncan wordlessly reached into his pocket and retrieved a tattered piece of paper. Ophelia took it from his hands and stuffed it in the back pocket of her jeans. "Don't worry about it. I will handle it." She smiled encouragingly, patting him on the shoulder and turned to leave.
"Who are you meeting?" He asked her. She hesitated, she didn't want to say friends, unless they weren't actually friends. But what else would she call them?
"I'm not sure yet." She answered honestly.
"Don't worry, Ophelia. Things will get better." He smiled, now trying to be the encourage her. Ophelia smiled at her brothers strength and walked out into the open. Not sure what all she had missed.
"Sorry I'm late. I got caught up talking to my brother." She smiled nervously at the other boy who was not Rhye.
Be suspicious of everyone first.
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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 13:38:59 GMT -5
"Twenty?" Rhye's eyes lifted. "I love writing and all, but I have only written like two stories, and both of those were assignments." He laughed casually when Charles said that Rhye probably would have been the source of the noise. "You're probably right, I won't deny it."
He waited and watched as Charles pulled out his parchment paper and began to smooth it out. And with the comment on his boring book, Rhye scoffed. "At least I'm not writing one." He gave a playful wink and nudged Charles. "I'm just kidding!"
A few moments passed as he watched Charles write, jealous of his handwriting. When Rhye wrote, it looked like an owl did it- scratchy and everywhere. It had a hint of his personality in it, and it was easily picked out of a stack, but still messy. Finally, when Rhye was about to pick up his book again, a soft voice echoed towards him.
"Sorry I'm late. I got caught up talking to my brother." She smiled nervously.
The boy couldn't help but give a toothy grin as he watched her head peak around the corner and then her body follow as she was in the open now."Oh, Ophelia! Hello again, I'm glad you decided to join us." He joked with her, offering his hand to her as a casual greeting.
"And first things first- this is my friend." His hazel eyes were full of excitement as he glanced at Charles, still grinning. Rhye felt himself becoming too outwardly ecstatic, so he constricted his smile down, hopefully not seeming too thrilled his new companion was here.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 14:02:32 GMT -5
“Yeah, well, I have a lot of time on my hands! “ Charles responded with a sheepish grin. He shrugged, he really did. He was in no sports and he spent a lot of time in both the dorm and the library.
When Rhye admitted that he probably would be the one to make the noise Charles nodded, “I’m always right.” He joked with another shrug. “And if I was writing a book, you wouldn’t see me for days and days and days, this is just for fun.” Yes, Charle’s idea of fun was writing… Not sports, not anything else, except maybe playing his violin and talking with his friends.
Charles looked up from his writing as he heard a girl’s voice, ”Sorry I’m late…”
Obviously, Ophelia had arrived. She was smiling. Charles, being brought up as he was, stood, waiting for her to sit.
”And first things first – this is my friend.” Charles heard Rhye say and he smiled, holding out a pale hand.
“I’m Charles; it’s nice to meet you Ophelia.” He greeted, still smiling his little smile. He glanced over at his friend and noticed the goofy grin was still there. He shook his head a little bit with a slight roll of his eyes.
His eyes slid back to Ophelia and he she was pretty, not that he was going to flirt with her or anything, Rhye obviously was excited to see her. Maybe a bit too excited. But who was Charles to figure anything out?
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 19, 2012 15:11:37 GMT -5
She smiled openly, trying to be friendly and hide how nervous she was. Charles looked sweet. It didn't escape her notice that he rose politely when she entered the vicinity. It was very formal. Almost in the way her Pure Blood father had taught her older brother to act. She turned toward Rhye and smirked.
"Yes, well I had nothing better to do, and my other date cancelled on me." She teased. Not even trying to hold back the dazed smile that formed when she looked at Rhye. She tore her eyes away to acknowledge Charles. She extended a hand, "It's nice to - Oh!" She pulled her hand back. It had paint on it, some spots still wet.
Ophelia had been in such a hurry that she hadn't even thought about checking to see how much paint had gotten on her. It wasn't unusual for it to find its way into her hair. "Sorry, I like to paint." She shrugged her shoulders unashamed.
Ophelia rubbed her hands down the sides of her jeans, which also sported some dry paint. She wondered if any had gotten on her face. But so what if it had? That was who she was. If it bothered them, too bad. She readdressed Charles without extending a hand.
"It's lovely to meet you. Rhye has told me a lot about you." She winked jokingly before casually making her was over to the spot Rhye had just vacated. She slipped her shoes off and folded them under her, sinking into the couch. She had been up all night and day trying to finish her painting. It had taken many hours, but it was finally complete. She felt accomplished.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 15:48:57 GMT -5
Ophelia’s dazed smile didn’t go unnoticed by Charles, he noticed quite a lot. He grinned though when she extended her hand without realizing the paint. He almost shook her hand but she pulled away and wiped her hands on her pants, which, Charles noted, were already paint splattered. Of course Rhye had become interested in another creative person.
”Sorry, I like to paint.” Ophelia said and Charlies raised an eyebrow.
“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed…” He replied, sarcasm in his voice. Though he quickly grinned to show that he was just trying to diffuse any tension that may be there.
“Rhye has, has he?” Another little laugh from Charles. He watched as Ophelia sat down, before sitting down himself on the chair again.
OOC: Sorry for the short post! Don’t have any muse today…
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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 16:27:06 GMT -5
Rhye exchanged glances from Charles to Ophelia, sort of nervous as to what would transpire here.
"It's lovely to meet you. Rhye has told me a lot about you." She winked jokingly.
Rhye was shocked, he coughed out awkwardly. "I've said nothing.." He looked to Charles, frantic almost, but smiling still. "I never talk." He scoffed. "I'm actually very shy." He proclaimed, sticking his chest out proudly, always a jokester. The boy took his seat by Ophelia, as she was in the middle between Charles and himself.
"So what were you working on?" He started up the conversation, tracing the paint splatters on her jeans absentmindedly, his cheeks heating up once more. Hopefully she wasn't creeped out by his actions. He was just a guy. A nervous guy. One that apparently had a major crush on this specific Hufflepuff.
He looked to Charles, back to Ophelia, then to his book that was laid on the table. "I hope Madam Pince doesn't kick us out for not actually doing anything. Apparently all the students here actually need to study. Whereas I- I come here for the environment and the sound of pages turning and shelves sliding." Rhye sounded so nerdy. Maybe she'd like it.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 19, 2012 16:51:37 GMT -5
Rhye looked to Charles, back to Ophelia, then to his book that was laid on the table. "I hope Madam Pince doesn't kick us out for not actually doing anything. Apparently all the students here actually need to study. Whereas I- I come here for the environment and the sound of pages turning and shelves sliding."
Ophelia laughed at Charles's sarcastic comment. "It could have been a fashion statement." She retorted lamely and still a bit nervous. Ophelia got goosebumps when Rhye began tracing the paint splatters on her jeans. And in a bold move that managed to surprise even herself, she gently placed her right hand on top of his moving one. She let it rest there and focused on what he had asked her.
"I was painting King's Cross Station from just inside the barrier. I've never been there before, and it was a wondrous site. She smiled fondly at the memory. She made eye contact with Rhye and smiled before looking over at Charles.
"What were you two working on?" She glanced between the two and her eyes finally landed on Rhye. She nudged him with her elbow, yet still maintaining hand contact. "Well, I know what you were doing. Manage to find a book you haven't read?" She laughed and turned back towards Charles.
"You like to write I gather, or is that an assignment?" She nodded her head indicating the quill and parchment.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 17:44:14 GMT -5
“She won’t kick us out, we’re here favorites.” Charles grinned, sitting up in his chair. "Well, maybe she will... But we can always go somewhere else.
”It could have been a fashion statement.” Ophelia said nervously and Charles toned down his smile to be more calming and happy. He didn’t want to scare her off by being too enthusiastic or anything.
Then he watched as she put her hand over Rhye’s. He felt a bit like he was intruding. HE also felt a little awkward, watching his friend and his uh… girlfriend? They definitely liked each other.
“Oh, I would love to see that. King’s Cross is impressive to paint. Everytime I go there I get so happy, it’s busy, but quite enticing. I can imagine why you wanted to paint it.” Charles watched as more ‘intimacy’ unfolded. He chuckled to himself.
“Well, as is obvious, Rhye is reading,” Charles then added, “Yes, I love to write, and I’m writing a story, another one after many.” HE looked back down at his paper, a few lines longer then it had been when he entered the library. “I like to write creative things. You like to paint creative things, and Rhye likes to read creative things! What a trio we are.” He said with a laugh.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 19, 2012 17:46:14 GMT -5
“Yes, I love to write, and I’m writing a story, another one after many.” Charles looked back down at his paper. “I like to write creative things. You like to paint creative things, and Rhye likes to read creative things! What a trio we are.”
Ophelia laughed. "I imagine so. The train was the most difficult part of the painting to tell the truth. The people were more simpler because I tend to just paint them as blurs. I started it last night and finally finished this afternoon." She grinned. She yawned, and with her left hand wiped at her eyes. Her stomach growled in protest.
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