Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 10, 2016 5:49:34 GMT -6
Dan sighed as he threw another stone into the lake. It bounced once before it disappeared into the depths of the water. He wasn't quite sure what he was trying to achieve by doing this but he bored and had nothing to do, especially since some of the students had gone home for Christmas. Picking up another stone he once again chucked it into the lake, this time it didn't bounce.
It wasn't long before he gave up and he shuffled back to where he had left his bag on the grass. Usually it was cold at this time of the year, however it was pleasantly mild for December. Deciding to make the most of it, he picked up his belongings and started to wonder around the edge of the lake.
Izabel and her brothers had opted to stay out the time for break, mostly because their parents had decided to take an impromptu late anniversary trip. Their family, while quite close knit ever since Izabel had been adopted, didn't usually make a huge deal out of Christmas, so it hadn't seemed so bad to stay here. Izzy had work to get done and Damien had his writing. Though, who knew what Wayland was up to. She was sure he'd find someone to bother or harass.
She had needed some fresh air after looking through an advanced Herbology text that morning, and she actually missed the greenery. To be honest, Winter was not her favorite season - the green shades that she loved so much were often covered by a layer of ice or snow. Still, fresh air was fresh air, and she decided it sounded lovely.
She ascended the stairs from the Dungeons, moving up the levels until she arrived at the ground floor, then made her way outside. Her feet wandered aimlessly, a strange feeling since the time with classes usually meant they were on at least some sort of deadline, so she didn't have time for such novelties. Now, she could just wander as she pleased, for the next few weeks at least.
She made her way to the Lake and noticed a somewhat forlorn guy sitting on it's edge. She'd seen him in passing and thought him to be a Gryffindor, though that was the most she knew of him. Approaching him, she attempted a smile. "Maybe you have to try working on your technique?" She suggested, meaning the stone hopping. She picked up one herself and attempted to mirror his movements. It sank immediately. "Hm. Maybe it just requires more practice I guess."
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 10, 2016 12:03:25 GMT -6
Dan had been staring out into the water for a while now debating what he was going to do next. Most of his usual friends had gone home for Christmas and he was stuck with his own thoughts for company. Throwing rocks had been the highlight of the day so far.
A voice spoke out from behind him. He rolled his eyes, couldn't they tell he didn't really want to be bothered? Turning round he looked up and his eyes met a girl with red hair. She obviously had more experience with skimming rocks across water than he had, as she suggested more practice. "Right. Thanks," he answered, nodding slowly and giving a slight smile. Dan had no interest in learning about how to perfectly throw a rock but suppose she was being helpful. "Have you competed in the rock throwing championships then?" The girl picked up the rock and attempted it for herself. It did exactly the same as his had. "I'm not sure if you should be giving advice really."
Turning back to the water, he picked up another rock and chucked it. Hoping that he could show off a little he positioned it carefully in his hands and gave it a go. It still just sunk. "Maybe not..." he muttered to himself.
She hadn't really expected much greatness to come from her tossing the rock - she was hardly an athlete by any stretch of the term - but her efforts had failed so miserably that even she had to laugh at it. "It does appear I should probably keep my advice to myself, I do agree." She said with a small smirk. Even if she had just embarrassed herself a little in front an admittedly good-looking Gryffindor, she didn't care. Life went on.
"Why are you out here, anyhow? Aren't you cold?" She questioned, watching as his next attempt at stone throwing went arguably worse than the first one. She didn't know if he seemed especially responsive to questions, but she was rather bored and he seemed interesting. Rather, Izzy thought everyone was interesting - everyone had a story to tell, in her opinion. "My name is Izabel, by the way." She said, idly picking up another stone and tossing it with a bit more finesse. It skipped once before sinking. Small victories.
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 18, 2016 5:34:26 GMT -6
Dan smiled a little as the girl threw the rock again. At least she didn't give up, he thought to himelf as he picked up another and followed her lead. "Maybe if we keep practicing, we'll get really good. It could be the next big wizarding sport," he said, watching as the rock bounced once and sunk. "It might take a while though." Dan had never been the best and any sort of sport. He'd always wanted to give Quidditch a go, but the fear of failing stopped him from trying. It seemed that he was destined to spend his time in the library rather than the pitch.
With her next question Dan looked back to the girl who had joined him out on the grounds. "I'm bored," he said, shrugging slightly. "With everyone back home for the Christmas break I've been stuck in the common room. It seems like im the only Gryffindor above the age of 12 here." He pushed his hair out of his face to get a better look at the girl. Her red hair was a welcome sight. It really made the cool December air seem a bit warmer. "Dan," he responded. "Why have you joined me out here?" IZABEL KYLEE PYNE
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 20, 2016 18:44:22 GMT -6
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Izzy smiled at the idea of stone throwing becoming the next big sport, outdoing Quidditch as the top money-drawing spectator activity in the wizarding world. "Oh yeah. Those professional Quidditch players better start saving up because they're going to be out of work soon." She said, her tone equally as joking. If he was sarcastic and could keep up with her quick humor, he was a pretty cool person in her book. She usually had an instant gut reaction about people, though, and she tended to be pretty spot on with those things. Her gut reaction was fairly positive about this guy, at least so far.
"A Gryffindor, eh? At least your Common Room gets some natural light." She said, complaining slightly. She liked her house, she really did, but would it kill them to have a common room where there could be some windows or something? Really now. "I had to get outside. I hate that dungeon. It's so dark and....eerie. Plus, I spotted you having oh so much fun out here and decided I just had to join in." She joked. "I do hope you have talents other than this, though."
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 21, 2016 2:36:13 GMT -6
Dan cracked a smile. She seemed to be on his level with humour, something that made him warm to a person. There was nothing worse than someone who couldn’t take a joke. “Yeah they’ll be crying when they see us coming with our rocks.” He said laughing. His imagination was running away with him and could even see equipment of helmets and gloves. He kept that bit of information to himself, he didn’t want the girl to think he was too odd.
With her comment, Dan realised Izabel was in Slytherin. He’d not had great relationships with some of the students in the house before but she seemed different. “Yeah I think you must be harbouring vampires down there. Who thought it was a good idea to put a dorm in a dungeon?” He leaned back slightly with a smile. “Have you been watching from afar then?” he hoped she took that the right way , so far she had got his jokes so he hoped it continued. “Nope just rock throwing,” he answered, not actually sure what he could class as a talent. Some people were good at sports but for Dan he was just studious.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 22, 2016 16:19:27 GMT -6
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The idea of a professional rock tossing club inspired an image of them all geared up, bags of perfectly selected stones thrown of their shoulders. The image caused her to laugh a little, but only quietly to herself. She needn't share her outlandish tendencies to conjure up humorous situations with this boy. That was an oddity that was perhaps reserved for a more developed friendship. Eventually, she'd probably use words to paint the scene for him.
"Maybe the founder was a vampire! Maybe that was Slytherin's true secret. You've just cracked it!" She said, adopting a sense of surprise and wonder that was perhaps a bit over the top for the given situation. It was all in good fun though. "But, in all seriousness, it can be pretty peaceful. I just miss the sun sometimes." She admitted. She was glad to be a part of the house, really. "And, only for a bit. You know, very stalker-like." She said off-handedly and obviously joking. "But, surely, there must be something you're slightly more skilled at? Please tell me there's something. Anything."
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 24, 2016 0:59:54 GMT -6
Dan studied the girl, he noticed her slight laugh and wondered what she was thinking. Usually he wasn't really too bothered but she was different and had actually given him the time of day. Taking his gaze away he glanced back to the lake. The wind was picking up a bit now as the winters day was darkening.
"That's my skill. Investigation!" he joked, his smile wide and genuine. "I can understand that. I don't think i'd ever wake up if I was down there." This girl was definitely not like other Slytherins he'd had the pleasure of meeting before. "Skill wise, I'm quite good with potions and school stuff. Oh and I can do a decent card trick actually." Before Dan had discovered he could actually do magic, card tricks were the closest he got to performing a 'spell'. He always thought it quite ironic that he had received the letter to attend Hogwarts. "I've just realised I don't actually know your name," he said almost interrupting himself with the thought.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 25, 2016 11:33:46 GMT -6
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Izabel decided that this boy had the makings of a potential friend. She actually tended to freely befriend people, unlike most Slytherins she looked past blood status and Houses, to the people underneath all of that. Her time in foster homes had shown her that what was under the surface was what really mattered, and it was a rather abundant waste of time to judge people on such trivial criteria. Even if the paper from the adoption agency had claimed she was Pureblood, she was never going to know for sure. Also, that meant that it had been two Purebloods who had given her up in the first place, for one reason or another. Blood didn't make people better - their actions did.
She smiled at his energy and upbeat response. "I guess you do have other skills, besides the whole 'rock throwing' thing. Good to know you have something to fall back on. Potions, though....that has to be my least favorite. It's so methodical and precise. I like Herbology much better." She said, resisting the urge to physically grimace at the mention of what was in her opinion a vile and unnecessary subject. Well, okay, it was useful, but also painful. "Oh! Yeah, names are important, right? I'm Izabel. But, people just call me Izzy usually. And you?" She asked, laughing at the fact that they had gotten so into their dungeon talk that names hadn't even seemed important.
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 26, 2016 3:27:39 GMT -6
Dan nodded. “Methodical and precise, that’s me,” he had never really thought about why potions was something he’d enjoyed but now that she had mentioned it suppose it was a slight reflection on himself. He enjoyed how there was a right way to do something and he could follow that carefully. “Herbology? See now that’s probably my least favourite subject. We have so much in common!” Laughing slightly, his examined the girl again. She seemed friendly, it wasn’t often that he found someone who wanted to talk to him for more than just a quick chat.
“I’m Dan and I don’t have a nickname,” he replied, happy to now have a name to face. Usually that was the first thing you wanted to know from a person but Izabel’s familiarity had almost made it not necessary. Coming back to the conversation he decided to prove her more on her love of Herbology. “Why do you love plants so much then?” For some reason, teasing the Slytherin seemed a good idea, she seemed to take things in jest.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 26, 2016 12:00:23 GMT -6
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A half smirk lit her face at his answer - he seemed to like her description of the subject. Of course, if she was saying she hated the thing she was describing as being so precise and factual, did that mean she herself was erratic? She wasn't sure. "So, so much in common. It's a wonder we've never spoken before." She joked. Even if they were in the same year, which she wasn't entirely sure they were yet, it wasn't likely their paths would have crossed outside of classes before, and, even during classes, the Houses still tended to segregate from each other. Plus, her needy siblings kept her good and busy for the most part.
"Isn't Dan short for Daniel and therefore actually already a nickname? Or is it merely Dan?" She asked, curious. It could have been either way, really, but she just wanted to give him a hard time - he seemed to take the teasing well. "And, the plants. Don't get me started. They're just....so easy to understand, you know? Simple, straightforward, less judgy than people and harder to mess up than Potions. All around a win, in my opinion." She said this in a joking tone, but what she said was true. She liked the plants, they made sense to her. They'd always been a constant in her life.
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 28, 2016 4:03:14 GMT -6
Dan laughed a little at her comment. He did wonder how he had never noticed Izabel before. “Well if truth be told, I’ve avoided you around the school. You looked like a troublemaker so thought I’d better stay away,” he half lied, if he had spotted the Slytherin before he probably wouldn’t have spoken to her out of shyness. He was glad she had come over.
So she was going to continue to tease, that was a good sign right? Her mention of his full name made him grimace slightly, he shook his head. “I hate Daniel with a passion. My mum still insists on calling me it but it makes me cringe every time. Don’t know why.” Ever since he could remember his full name and had recall wound him up. Izzy seemed to light up when she talked about plants. “Suppose they don’t answer back or annoy you,” he commented, understanding where she was coming from. “I hate the bugs that come with them though,” if he was trying to impress the girl he was certainly not going about it the right way. Trying to move away from his fear of bugs he moved the attention back to her, “So what’s your favourite plants?”
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 28, 2016 15:02:17 GMT -6
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"Oh I'm not surprised. It's the hair, isn't it? People are always so quick to stereotype us gingers, they say we have no soul or something." She joked, following the direction of his humor. It was a quick, easy answer which flowed out easily. Her whole manner in this conversation was actually fairly easy and comfortable, which was not all that surprising but still pleasant. She tended to make conversation without just about anyone who would listen. However, many Slytherins weren't so keen on her knack for continuing conversation.
"Ok. So not Daniel then. But what about....Danny? There's a valid nickname, right?" She asked, continuing the teasing openly. It was fun and he seemed to take it well. It was always more exciting when someone didn't get all bent out of shape over nothing. "Oh, now, that's not very manly is it? Being afraid of a few little creepy crawlies? Surely you can be a good match against them?" She asked, her eyes surveying him for a second before mentally deciding he could definitely take care of himself. "Also, that depends - are we talking magical plants or non-magical?"
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 30, 2016 2:42:27 GMT -6
Dan couldn’t help but laugh. “Gingers have no souls,” he repeated back making it even funnier the second time. “I haven’t heard that saying in a while.” One of his good friends had red hair and typically that was the first port of call when teasing each other. “You could probably get that tested here. I can look up a potion or spell for you. We could either dispel or confirm whether not you have one,” he added still chuckling slightly.
“Hmm...” he started, she was obviously determined to find a nickname for him. He’d had worst than Danny in his time though. “ Yeah I suppose. Just don’t be calling me that down the corridors,” he mocked a threatening look. Izabel had not taken the bait, he now looked like a scaredy-cat frightened of bugs. “But only the really big ones, “ he added, slightly puffing out his chest. That was a lie. “Let’s go for non-magical. I know more of them than magically if I’m honest.”