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Post by Emily Walker on Aug 18, 2009 18:47:15 GMT -5
It was a lazy day in November, the warmth of summer hadn't quite left the air yet and it was pleasantly mild outside. Most students were on the monthly visit to Starborough Village and had left earlier, laughing and stumbling over each other in their excitement. Those visits were anticipated by almost the entire student body, although Emily didn't care either way. Today she just wanted some peace and quiet, especially after the fiasco in the common room today.
Yet again she had awoken to someone screaming about some trivial matter, well this time it wasn't so trivial, a was having a lovers' spat that ended up with the girl slapping the boy and running away crying and the boy standing there not knowing what to do with himself. Typical teenage romance. After it was over the entire house was abuzz with gossip and it had carried on well into the afternoon when all the students were leaving. Emily's best friend Angie asked her if she wanted to join her and her new boyfriend, Nate and hang out, but Emily got the feeling that she would just be a third wheel and politely declined.
So here she was, making her way down to the quidditch pitch, her blond ponytail bobbing as she walked quickly down a hill and her broom resting across her shoulders. Flying. The one thing that completely liberated Emily, that set her free of the shyness that gripped her for nearly her whole life and let her be herself. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think much of her, a mere 5'5", blond hair, blue eyes, the typical American sweetheart. Someone you would just pass in a crowd and not give a second thought to. But Emily didn't want to be like that, she wanted to do more with herself, to be known for doing something great. She shook her head some as she reached the gates to the field. Those were thoughts for another time.
Her small hands pushed against the heavy wood of the door as it slowly opened, granting her access. She didn't bother to shut it, figuring it would just be more work for her when she wanted to leave. She breathed deep when she stepped onto the field, a smile breaking out on her face. God, she loved it here. The quidditch field had to be by far her most favorite place in the school and she was glad it was empty right now. She climbed on her broom and slowly climbed in height, not caring that the ground dropped out from underneath her at an alarming rate. She made a lazy circle of the field, laying out on her broom and sighing as the warm air surrounded her in a turbulent cocoon.
words:: alot
notes:: open
music:: Ra |
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Post by Rian MacFusty on Aug 19, 2009 21:12:03 GMT -5
Everything was differant here. It was a new country, a new school, with new people, and new customs he hadn't quite grasped. He was definately in a whole other world, here at Salem. And hadn't really been at the school long enough to really meet people outside of his House.Rian missed Hebride, his home, his clan, his mathair, and...the dragons.
He'd always had a unique bond with those great beasts. Some attributed to the fact that he was more than just wizard. Others attributed to the fact that he was destined to be the head of the MacFusty clan. And others still, just said it was because his mother hadn't kept away from the nests even when she was pregnant.
But at least Salem had quidditch. He loved flying through the air, loved the freedom of it all. It was a wonderful feeling, and it was natural, that he'd seak out the most familar thing at the school. With his broom in hand, he made his way down to the pitch, dressed comfortably and even then he would have stood out in a crowd. Never mind his comfortably worn jeans and the t-shirt that he'd donned on.
All fae were extremely good looking, borderlining on beautiful whether you were either gender. Tall, with a firm lithe build, rich blonde hair, and eyes that were a near unearthly winter blue...he could have easily been mistaken for having veela blood in him. Not the case; but his father's people were distant relatives. Never the less, it didn't account for the fact that his nature was warm and friendly.
The gates of the field were open, he didn't have to bother with them. But when he pushed inside, he found the pitch wasn't as unoccopied as he thought. His head tilted, before he moved further inside.
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Post by Emily Walker on Aug 19, 2009 23:46:07 GMT -5
There wasn't a sound around her, the wind taking it all away and leaving a comfortable whistle in its wake. She closed her eyes as she glided by the goal posts, humming a bit to herself. All other thoughts left her, other than the joy of bring in the air and the feeling of the wind rushing by her. Emily opened her eyes as she slipped into a short dive, bringing herself closer to the ground, but not quite leaving the air. Pulling out of it, she looked up and blinked, the sun shining in her eyes. Now that she wasn't flying, other sounds reached her ears and and she sighed as laughter drifted over the field wall. It would seem she wasn't the only on that didn't want to go to Starborough.
She turned her body, getting ready to start flying again, when her eyes grazed the ground, coming upon another figure heading toward the middle of the field, and toward her. She squinted her eyes, trying to see of she could recognize the person, but as it was she was too far away. But being polite, she waved, knowing that even from that distance, the person could probably see her.
words:: alot
notes: sorry its a bit short.
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Post by Rian MacFusty on Aug 20, 2009 11:56:53 GMT -5
It was a girl. Blonde hair, soaring through the field as if she belonged in the air. Some had that rare talent to make the broom seem like it was part of you rather than a piece of wood with a bit of magic running through it. And while, he doubted that she could see him well, when she waved, he waved back. Ever the friendly sort, especially since he was probably intruding on some kind of alone time. But never the less, he couldn't resist the urge to be in the air to, so while it may have been polite to move on-Rian couldn't bring himself to.
He shifted and mounted his own broom. A crouch was given, before he pushed off to go zooming into the air; the bright blue of his gaze sliding shut at the rush of wind against his face. Freedom. Sweet, perfect, and entirely blissful. He loved that feeling. It produced a wide grin upon his feature before he took in a deep breath of the air that always seemed a bit cleaner when he wasn't trapped upon the ground. The stress of everything seemed to fade away, and for a split second, nothing existed but him and his broom as he let go of the handle...outstretched his arms....a flew fearlessly across the pitch.
But then he remembered, he wasn't the only one there. And baring an all apparent expression of sheepish self bemusement, he came back to reality. Guiding himself over toward the girl's direction until he could hover near her, "Ach...sorry bout' intrudin on ya..." He apologized, the scottish broque thick and lilting in his voice. Accompanied by a warm, friendly grin that was wholely endearing. "I'm Rian..." He added, because he didn't know really anyone just yet and it was nice to meet new people.
Rian was Professor Storm's cousin, and thus why he'd ended up here at Salem rather than at one of the many other schools. Here, where there wasn't really any fae influence or the threat of him being whisked away to the sidhe by his father. Really, it was a nice place, with nice people. And he was happy for the time being if not a bit on the homesick side.
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Post by Emily Walker on Aug 20, 2009 16:38:34 GMT -5
The person returned her wave and started toward her. Emily saw them drop into a crouch and take off, a fluid movement she admired. Not many people could look so in tune with their broom. And she smiled, covering it with one of her hands as the person -who as he flew across the pitch, she discovered it was a guy- spread out his arms and flew with just his legs gripping the broom. Her eyes widened and she clapped some, impressed. He didn't seem to hear her applause, but he did seem to remember he wasn't alone and he glided over to her with a sheepish look on his face. And what a face it was. Emily didn't think she had ever seen a face like his at Salem.
Even on a broom he was tall, with a face that looked like it belonged to some mystic god of long forgotten religion. His eye were that color of a glacier, two shining chips of ice that should have been cold and piercing, but were warm and friendly. He reached her and hovered near by, his slips smiling and an apology falling from them.
"Ach...sorry bout' intrudin on ya..." Wow, what an accent. There was no mistaking he was Scottish, but damn her if it wasn't charming. He smiled again, flashing that warm, handsome smile and introduced himself. "I'm Rian..." She smiled. The name fits the face... She thought. She glided a little closer and spoke, "I'm Emily. Its nice to meet you Rian. Though you have to be new, cause I would remember that face anywhere." As soon as the words escaped her mouth, she clamped a hand over it, her eyes widening. Emily never spoke to anyone like that, let alone someone she just met. Now she had been thinking it, but it was like her filter shut down for a moment and her thoughts ran free. She spoke from behind her fingers, in a horrified whisper. "I'm sorry. I don't normally talk like that."
words:: alot
tag:: Rian
notes:: ---
music:: Two Steps From Hell
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Post by Rian MacFusty on Aug 20, 2009 22:26:13 GMT -5
She was beautiful, he noticed that right off the bat before she'd even spoken to him. Slender, and of average height. With soft blue-grey eyes and blonde hair that fell around pixie like features. But she wasn't from his own house and he wasn't quite sure where she belonged. Perhaps he'd ask, if he thought to. At the moment, he was concentrated upon the conversation at hand. And the smile that lit her features, because it was something else. "It's nice to meet ya Emily..." He grinned at her, a dimple forming at the corner of his mouth haphazardly.
Then, he blinked at what she said next. A chuckle leaving him, "Aye, I'm new here. I've not even been here long enough to meet anyone outside of my own house.." But maybe that'd changed with meeting Emily? He was fairly certain that they weren't both from Bravura. Because he definately would have noticed her. But she was embarassed, extremely so. He could tell that with relative ease-especially by the way she hid behind her fingers.
"Ya don't have to apologize Emily..." He reassured her immediately, "Didn't do anything wrong..." Rian shrugged gently, before shifting both arms behind his neck to cross there lazily. Seeming perfectly content to hover there mid air without holding on what so ever. He'd practically been born in the air, though a broom was a bit differant from the first thing he'd learned to fly. "If it makes ya feel better, I'd have remembered you if I'd seen ya...."
Bright, glacial blue eyes studied her, and his warm grin was unwavering. "Ach...but your not in Bravura, so I wouldn't have..." It was nice to have a conversation with someone new.
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Post by Emily Walker on Aug 23, 2009 22:32:08 GMT -5
Rian's words reassured her, and she relaxed, dropping her hands. He spoke again, "Aye, I'm new here. I've not even been here long enough to meet anyone outside of my own house.." Well that explained it. But he didn't seem like the type of person that would just go out an talk to random people. She wondered why he didn't go to the village today. It would have been a perfect opportunity to meet people, especially when everyone went to the pub for drinks (non-alcoholic of course) But she decided to ask him later, especially when he said, "If it makes ya feel better, I'd have remembered you if I'd seen ya...."
She laughed some, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Awe your sweet." However, she felt he meant it when he said that. Which made him even more charming. He knew how to talk to a girl. "Ach...but your not in Bravura, so I wouldn't have..." She blinked. Oh he was in Bravura? She shook her head with a smile. "No, I'm in Luminosity." Emily had no qualms with other houses, not really seeing the point in fighting with other students over trivial things. She shrugged mentally and watched as he linked his hands behind his neck, completely at ease with hardly holding onto his broom.
She crossed her legs under her broom and swept her bangs behind her ear, blinking in the sunlight. "So with your accent, its a safe bet that your from Scotland?"
words:: alot tag:: Rian notes:: ugh this one fails. I struggled with it.  music:: beautiful ending > Barlow Girl
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Post by Rian MacFusty on Aug 23, 2009 23:50:36 GMT -5
Rian actually honestly hadn't been intent on charming her. He was simply being himself, and that included being nearly bluntly honest about everything. At times, it could be down right embarrassing to people around him but he never seemed to pay the least bit of mind to it. There wasn't a shy bone in his body that came in any shape, size, or form. "I've not met anyone from Luminosity yet..." he grinned at her; dimples forming at the corner of his mouth. Oh, the Scottish wizard was more than aware of interhouse difficulties. It was that way at whatever school you went to; he just didn't really care.
Her deduction drew a warm chuckle from him, "I am..." He nodded, "I'm from a part called Hebrides..." Hebrides was an archipelago made up of alot of different little islands just off of the main of Scotland. "My clan looks after the dragons there.." The Hibridean Black, to be precise. They were native to the area, and the MacFusty had watched over them for a very long time. He'd grown up with the great beasts.
"Where are ya from, Emily?" He asked her in return, tilting his head to the side with the question. Rian honestly didn't even seem to notice that he was perched rather precariously on his broom. He had absolutely no fear what so ever, and to be honest, felt perfectly natural seated there.
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