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Sept 11, 2016 0:02:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 0:02:59 GMT -7
@emile the sun was shining outside the window as ripley sprawled out on one of the tables in the library. it was only a little while to dinner so most of the students were out enjoying the last of the summer sun before it would vanish for the winter. so she had taken the opportunity to spread out the books she was reading on one of the long tables and she was laying on it. it was the way she had always liked to read books, laying down on her stomach with something tucked under her, though this time she had no pillow so she was using her hand. she flicked the page she had finished reading and tapped her feet lightly on the table. there was no one around and no one wanting to use the table that she was on so she didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was doing, the librarian had also seen her so she was taking that as permission almost. she lifted her head from her book to fix a kink in her neck and her eyes settled on the restricted section. she had always been curious as to what was in there. what she could learn and the secrets hidden within the pages of the books. maybe on the day she graduated when she could no longer get into serious trouble she might venture in there, if she remembered. she sighed though, pushing the thought from her mind as she looked back at her book.
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Sept 11, 2016 18:32:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 18:32:40 GMT -7
| É mile had spent the last few hours browsing through the library shelves, looking for books that were anywhere close to being remotely interesting. The same thing could be said about the regular occupants of the library. They were all so…dull. He had tried to strike up a few conversations with the typical faces he saw there, but they either told him they were busy doing work or had somewhere else to be. Being in the library was one of the only times he didn’t have dueling or Quidditch on his mind, so it wasn’t like he was going to challenge someone there. Unless they wanted to see who could read an encyclopedia on magical plants the fastest. He had never tried that before, and it would definitely be funny to see a Hogwarts student get stumped by his rather excellent command of the English language. That trick didn’t work on most of them anymore, since they had pretty much become accustomed to the different accents of all the foreign students. It had been fun while it lasted. As the library started to thin out before dinner, Émile was finishing up in an aisle that was apparently dedicated solely to creatures that had poisonous fangs. Skimming through a few of the books was enough to teach him to be afraid of every living thing; literally anything that moved was poisonous somewhere in the world. Avoiding animal bites was going to the top of his list of things not to happen to him. Pulling another book off the shelf to see if it was any different from the one he had just looked through, Émile spotted one of the last people in the library through the empty slot in the shelf. The girl was sprawled out on the table reading, like it was a bed or couch. He had never seen that happen here before. Interesting. Looking around to see if the librarian was nearby, whom he had become semi-acquainted with over the last two months, she was a Beauxbatons graduate after all, Émile set the book he had just pulled off the shelf back in its place and walked towards the table the girl was at. Approaching the table, he noted that the girl was definitely absorbed in the book she was reading. He couldn’t see the title, but figured it wasn’t anything he was interested in anyways. Tapping on one of the empty chairs, he grinned. “This seat taken? Seems like it’s the only one open.” He glanced around the empty library, his smile growing. “What’s that you're reading?” |
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Sept 14, 2016 20:26:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 20:26:39 GMT -7
@emile “This seat taken? Seems like it’s the only open.” ripley looked up from her book as she heard the voice. then saw the face. the face of someone she had been telling her sister about only a few days before. she hoped that it didn't show on her face as she brushed her hair back over her shoulder so it wasn't getting in her eyes. "well i think you're hard pressed for another choice" she said with a small smile and she turned the page in the book she was reading. when ripley had been talking to irina, her sister having asked her if she liked any of the foreign students, she had described emile as one of them. there had been two others .. someone called das she thought and another dark haired one but she didn't know his name. and now? well he was right in front of her. it felt like an odd coincidence to her. “What’s that you're reading?” she smiled slightly and looked down at the book she was reading. it was a quidditch book, go figure. she wasn't on the team this year, wanting to focus more on her studies than the game but there was nothing wrong with reading up. "beating the bludger" she said as she shifted to sit up on the table, crossing her legs and resting the book in her lap encase he needed more space in front of him.
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Sept 18, 2016 12:43:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 12:43:17 GMT -7
| W here Hogwarts was seemingly lacking in magical skill and talent, they made up with their library, food, Quidditch players, and girls. Not that Beauxbatons was lacking in beauties, but they all knew who he was there. It kind of ruined the whole novelty. Now he was in a different school, albeit with a few classmates here and there, and none of the students from the other two schools really knew him, at least not yet. That would all change when the goblet named him champion, and he knew that it was going to happen. This girl, the one laying one the table in front of him, there was something different about her. At first he thought she was the carefree type, the kind that didn’t really care about rules and natural order, and maybe there was a little bit of that there, but he could tell that she had some subtle intensity. It was the way she had looked up at him from her book. Émile wasn’t sure if he had the words to describe it, more that he just understood it had happened and he didn’t know why. As she answered, it sounded like she was playing along with his little game. That was better than being ignored or turned away. “The library is a busy place, with all that learning and whatnot.” He grinned. Pulling one of the chairs out from the table, Émile dropped his bag next to the table and took a seat, tilting back in it as he observed the girl. There were quite a few redheads at Hogwarts and he had been wondering if they were all related or something. He noticed the small smile as he had asked what the book was too. Beating the Bludger? A book on Quidditch? This girl was something else. “Do you play?” Émile asked, pointing to the book. He had met quite a few different house players since his arrival, so it was interesting to get all of their different perspectives on the sport. |
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Sept 19, 2016 5:36:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 5:36:17 GMT -7
@emile “The library is a busy place, with all that learning and whatnot.” she smirked slightly and nodded a little. it was a great place to hang out if you wanted a quiet place. since the tournament was announced it was like it had been deserted. "what beats learning" she said with a laugh as she sat up and glanced at the book in her lap. she could always read about quidditch, it was in her blood, whenever she heard the word her hears started beating faster and she could almost feel the broom in her hands and the wind in her hair. “Do you play?” did she play. her smile grew and she nodded. she wasn't playing this year though, she was going to focus more on her grades and get them up to a pretty high point so she could take up the game next year again. "i did last year, but i'm taking a break this year" she said as she closed the book and rested it on her lap. she shifted and held her seemingly delicate hand out to the beauxtons student and she flashed him another smile as she waited to see if he's shake her hand. "i'm ripley krum"
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Sept 19, 2016 11:15:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 11:15:15 GMT -7
| H e let out a small laugh when she asked what beat learning. Émile didn’t have the heart to tell her all the things he could think of, noting that this was all for fun. When taking that statement seriously, he could put up quite the debate. Sure, learning was great and all, but there were some things that school couldn’t teach, at least not effectively. Learning to deal with other people was one of those things. He was pretty sure growing up the way he did had done a pretty good job shaping the way he was now, competitive nature and all. “Apparently food tops learning.” He shrugged, tilting his chair back and forth a few times as he listened to the girl talk. There was a noticeable change again when he asked if she played Quidditch. The Hogwarts students always looked like they had a fire lit inside them whenever the magical sport was mentioned, and this girl was no exception. If anything, there seemed to be quite a difference between her and the others he had talked to. Most had a spark, or small light, she had more of a bonfire type. He couldn’t tell if it was actually like that or amplified by her fiery hair, but either way, there was definitely something different. Even though there was that flame, he never would have expected her to say she currently wasn’t playing. He could tell there was a look of confusion forming on his face. As far back as he could remember, Émile was pretty sure he’d never heard of someone doing that before. If you could play, why wouldn’t you? He would have killed to play for Beauxbatons, but they had their own agenda to fulfill, one that actively worked against what he wanted to do. Émile desperately wanted to push that question but was stopped when she stuck out her hand and introduced herself as Ripley Krum. Krum…as in the famous Quidditch player Krum? Émile immediately stopped tilting his chair back and forth and let it come to a stop in its normal resting position. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought this girl, Ripley, was the daughter of the great Viktor Krum. He had heard that some of his children were in school but hadn’t anticipated meeting one of them like this. Now the whole Quidditch thing was starting to make sense. “Pleasure to meet you Miss Krum. I’m Émile Chevalier.” He said, extending his hand out to shake hers. |
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Sept 29, 2016 22:45:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:45:21 GMT -7
@emile “Pleasure to meet you Miss Krum. I’m Émile Chevalier.” she couldn't deny it. the look on his face and the way he had let the chair fall back to the ground after he found out who she was gave her a little thrill. she liked being able to surprise her. though she did have an advantage, she looked nothing like either of her parents really. she had taken more after her mother's side of the family, the spitting image of her grandmother apparently so there was no obvious sign that would give it away, other than her name. "pleasure's mine, master chevalier. but please, call me ripley" she said with a bright smile and a firm shake of his hand. that was another thing that could give her away as a krum if people took the time to notice. there was nothing delicate about her and her handshake was no exception. her grandfather had once told her that a weak handshake on any person was a sign to watch them carefully and she took everything her beloved grandfather said to heart.
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Oct 1, 2016 23:11:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 23:11:47 GMT -7
| F or some reason, being called master sent a shiver up his spine. This girl had a way with words. Whether her calling him that was intentional or not, he definitely had been expecting it. The one thing he had expected though was the handshake. Firm, typical of both a Quidditch player and someone who was probably used to shaking the hands of famous people; something he didn’t doubt happened often with a pedigree like hers. “Pleasure to meet you then…” he repeated again. “…Ripley.” Émile held on to her hand for a few seconds longer before loosening his grip and returning to his tilted chair position. It was fun balancing right on the edge like this; between being in control and not. At any second, leaning or pushing too far back could cause him to fall completely backwards onto the floor. The feeling of having control yet not at the same time was just one of his few games that he liked to play by himself. The added bonus of having Ripley observe was even more enticing. Would he end up tipping too far back and end up making a fool out of himself? As he continued to tip back and forth in his chair, he studied Ripley further. She obviously had the genes to be a very good Quidditch player, maybe even exceptional, yet according to her she had taken a year off. He could understand that there were probably social pressures on her all the time, specifically because she was a Krum. Taken too far, or expected too much from, and that would be a turn off from almost anything. Émile decided not to push that topic further, since there was obviously a reason for her not pursuing the sport this year. He could think of a few things actually, besides social pressure or familial expectations; she wanted to focus on school work, she wasn’t actually that good at Quidditch (which would be quite a letdown, since she was a Krum after all), or there was something or someone in her life that was deemed more important than zooming around on a broom for the entertainment of the masses. “So what brings you to the library today, other than reading…what was it? Beating the Bludger?” |
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Oct 10, 2016 4:10:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 4:10:34 GMT -7
@emile “So what brings you to the library today, other than reading…what was it? Beating the Bludger?” a simple reason. everyone was outside. she was a people person and she loved being in the company of others but there were some times that she liked to be on her own and just be able to focus on what she was doing. she shrugged her shoulders slightly and leaned her elbow on her shoulder. "because everyone else is outside" she said simply. it might seem weird for someone to fathom but he had to have some reason for being inside too, away from the people in his school and away from the people in the two other schools currently residing there. "plus i didn't want anyone to see any quidditch plays i come up with" she said as she leaned forward toward him slightly, as if it was a secret.
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Oct 14, 2016 12:43:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 12:43:48 GMT -7
| É mile had contemplated making small talk about the book Ripley was reading, but he was unsure if he had actually ever read it before. A lot of stuff with Quidditch had come naturally to him, despite the ability to actually be allowed to play. There was always a hitch in everything when it came to being the best. People didn’t like the fact that he was better than them, so they simply kept him from playing. No matter. They’d be laughing when he became the champion. He cocked his head to the side to see if he could look out a window. Barely catching a glimpse of the sun peeking through one them, he shook his head slightly as he looked back at Ripley. Everyone was probably outside. He had spent a decent amount of time already searching the grounds for fun things to do, but that novelty had been lost within a few weeks of arriving at Hogwarts. Now he was stuck with exploring the halls and the library for anything he could to understand what the tasks ahead could be, fully aware that it would all be for naught should he not be chosen as a champion. “Not a bad reason. I like the library.” His eyes flickered around to the numerous shelves behind Ripley. There was so much he still hadn’t read yet. He still had an entire year stuck here, so he had time. “I live for competition, but there’s something relaxing about being here.” He looked back at her and smiled as he finished the sentence. His expression widened as she said she was reading the book to come up with Quidditch plays, all the while leaning closer to him. Immediately dropping his voice, he played along. “It’ll be our secret then. Don’t want anyone else to figure them out, now do we?” This was quite the amusing conversation he was having. It definitely beat reading another book. |
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Oct 15, 2016 7:38:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 7:38:57 GMT -7
@emile “Not a bad reason. I like the library.” she liked the place too. though she often read the fictional books. she liked to study to get good grades but she wasn't one that would go out of her way to read something she didn't have too out of an interest for it. "i think i'd like the restricted section better" she said quietly. she had said it without thinking. well she had been thinking about how great it would be to find out about all the magic they weren't allowed to learn about. though she didn't figure they'd ever be allowed in there. “I live for competition, but there’s something relaxing about being here.” she sides of her mouth twitched up into that of a slight smirk and she lifted her eyes to his and she tilted her head to the side slightly. "so i've heard" she said as she turned the smirk into a smile. she had grown up in a house where people were competitive. her and her brother had always turned the backyard into a blood bath while playing games of quidditch. okay not literally but they had gotten rough at times.
“It’ll be our secret then. Don’t want anyone else to figure them out, now do we?” she had to bite back a giggle when he lowered his voice to play along with her act of secrecy. though it was really hard. if she started giggling now he was sure that he'd start looking at her like she was an idiot. "of course not. not even you're going to know what they are" she said as she closed the book and shifted to jump off the table next to the chair emile was sitting on. "help me find somewhere to hide it .. " she said as she tucked the book close to her chest and she moved away from the table and chairs, her movements as graceful as she could without being obvious about it.
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Oct 27, 2016 23:51:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 23:51:15 GMT -7
| T he restricted section? He had been allowed in there a few times, with the Beauxbatons professors’ permission of course. There was quite the collection of dark material in there, and he preferred to stay out of it at all costs. No need to learn a spell or two that could wreak havoc on everything should he accidentally use it during one the tasks. Plus, there was no need for him to use something dangerous. Simple spells were usually enough to get a task done, as long as he told them what to do. There was a slight tease in her voice as she said she had heard about his insatiable hunger for competition. Hadn’t everyone at this point? That was the only way he’d have it anyways. Émile watched her intently as she giggled at his joke about hiding her secret. She was definitely interesting, and there were little quirks here and there that seemed were almost unnoticeable. Sure, they had just met, but he was already starting to study what made her tick. There was just too much for one sitting though. “That wouldn’t be fun anyways. Surprises in a Quidditch match make if more enjoyable.” That would be true, but he had never actually been allowed to play an official match before. Speaking from experience watching and other methods of practice though, he had definitely seen a few strange things here and there. They always managed to take the opposing team off guard. Ripley was definitely a Krum, even if she had said she wasn’t currently playing. As she hopped off the table with the book she had been looking at and stood next to his chair, he titled his head back to look up at her, smiling. Help her find a place to hide it? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of keeping her secrets from him? He didn’t want to sweat the details, so he tipped the chair back to its normal position and stood up, following closely behind her to wherever it was that she wanted to hide the book. |
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Nov 1, 2016 8:11:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 8:11:38 GMT -7
@emile she smiled as she heard him following her. now to make things interesting. she had heard he had an ego, was cocky about the things he could do and his abilities. that was actually appealing to ripley. there was no appeal in someone who wasn't confident in themselves, well at least not to her anyway. she held the book in her hands as she made the choice to leave him in the library wondering where she was. she smirked slightly as she ducked behind a shelf and tossed the book up carefully, knowing the magic in the library would send it back to where it came from and she ducked around another one, moving quickly as she looked for one of the paintings that would lead her to another floor. when she found it she opened it quickly, cast a glance back over her shoulder to make sure he hadn't seen her and she laughed softly, letting the painting close behind her and she hurried off down the corridor that led to the kitchens.
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