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Jan 3, 2017 18:22:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 18:22:25 GMT -7
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @maria The end of classes stroked by illusively, as Bunny caught himself in his head for majority of the day. The holidays had approached. Bunny could anticipate his arrival to the Wulfe household -- a series of insults on impact, followed by a flurry loving conversations his siblings would display. Hours of his wishing Sarah just may show her face. Subsequently, leading to Bunny's slipping into the night, into the muggle world, to find his own happy Christmas. Good times. He'd awaken with his cheek pressed firmly to a desk -- as none of his friends appointed themselves to be reliable, and poke him when class was dismissed. He raised his head, a large red imprint settled securely, tracing from his chin to directly under his left eye. Bunny sat blankly, squint-eyed in an empty room, glancing from left to right -- the aroma of ink, and involuntary tears of boredom stinging his respiratory. He stretched, and stood. An abrupt flash of black dressing his eyes, causing him to stumble out of his desk, and toward the door. Quidditch Pitch. Bunny hadn't been there in quite a bit of time, and the rays of sunshine that slyly wriggled their way through the arches of the castle looked exquisite.
Bunny trekked out onto the field, with a school broom in right hand, left hand crested over his eyes, to be used as a shield. A light layer of snow crunching under his feet. The air was crisp, and slipped through his nostrils coolly. The chill nipped his skin, slightly. It felt good. Not too hot, not too cold. His eyes trailed up to the largest hoop, the keeper guarded. Bunny had only played Quidditch for one year, and lost interest. He'd never gotten as far as the hoops. He prepped his broom, and kicked off the ground hard -- trailing towards his target; the largest hoop. Wind pressing in his face -- Bunny had forgotten how lovely it had felt, to fly. Pulling up on the broom gently, he slowed next to the hoop. What would it be like to sit, and relax inside of one? Bunny smirked, and carefully stretched a foot toward the hoop -- inching the broom closer, and closer. Finding the edge, he secured his leg over one side, bringing the broom in closer. Finally, he slipped his other leg over, and settled in place. He grinned in contentment. "Good right?" Bunny looked over to the broom, he'd addressed -- as if it were alive. Only it wasn't suspended in midair, as Bunny had originally predicted.
Bunny looked through his legs, to see the broom hurdling toward the ground. Damn school brooms. The one he had at home, was state of the art -- and would never have propelled to the ground without permission. "Bollocks," he muttered, as he watched the broom smack into the soft grass below. He was stuck on the tallest hoop, in the Quidditch Pitch.
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Jan 3, 2017 19:53:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 19:53:35 GMT -7
Maria didn't play Quidditch. At all. She wasn't very 'sporty', and definitely had a problem with the players lack of hygiene and personal appearances. Maria would never be caught dead wearing such formless and unflattering uniform. Nor did she enjoy flying because it'd ruin her hair. Did you know how much time she'd spent making sure her hair and make up was this perfect? Like hell she'd let the wind ruin it! But, none the less she found herself heading towards the Quidditch pitch. As a short cut, of course. She'd rather not waste time by walking around the field when it'd take half the time to just cut through. Besides, with the snow she didn't think she'd run into anyone practicing, and thus had no reason to worry about any of the game's balls.
Hands in her pockets to stay warm, she blew a stray hair from her eyes as she silently walked, the only sound being the crunching of snow under her feet.... And then a soft thump. She stopped walking, her dark gaze turning to find the source of the noise. A... broom?
Maria raised an eyebrow. "The hell?" She muttered as she looked up. It had to have come from somewhere. There, up in the tallest ring sat a boy. To far to really get a good look at, but she saw the flash of green. Slytherin. Immediately she started to laugh. "Stuck?" She called up, raising her voice so he'd be able to hear her.
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Jan 4, 2017 14:49:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 14:49:19 GMT -7
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @maria Bunny established himself, comfortably in the curve of the tallest hoop. Swinging his feet, as he hawked a loogie, and released it from his lips -- to see how long it took to hit the ground. He straightened his legs, and placed his hand in between his legs, on the hoop beneath him. Applying a bit of pressure carefully, until he lifted himself off the hoop. No particular purpose -- Bunny figured, if he were stuck, he would at least attempt to have a bit of fun. However, the fun nearly came to a closure when one of his arms slipped of the nearly frozen hoop -- practically sending the young serpent toppling to his untimely end. He settled once again, and sighed heavily. What an impossible turn of events. Bunny cursed under his breath, and his eyes streamed around the grounds. It was a remarkable sight, to say the least. He marveled as a Grindylow poked it's head from the half-frozen lake, and slithered back down into the murky lagoon. He could see a group of first years, across the castle grounds lounging near the Whomping Willow -- not too close, nonetheless.
Bunny swung his legs a little harsher. This spot wasn't so bad. On the bright side, if he had decided to stay up here until the New Year, there would be no home visit -- bummer. Bunny had been looking forward to that, for quite some time. On the other hand, he'd be able to see everything that happened in the castle, ever. Besides, the slight nipping of the bitter winter winds, Bunny found himself under quite enjoyable circumstances. He shivered a little, as a strong wind wafted by, nearly knocking him off of his unlikely throne. He hmphed, he was 'Bunny, King Of Pitch and Surroundings." He would not be squandered, by the likes of a peasant, such as wind. Pfft. Bunny guffawed in the face of wind. He began to hawk another loogie, when he heard the remnants of a giggle.
"The hell?" Bunny could hear it, but didn't reply. He merely looked down at poor soul, that decided to interrupt his kingliness. He had already seen the bright side, and it was too late. He would never come down, now. He smirked, however, as he watched through the gap between his knees -- the girl had found this amusing. "Stuck?" He heard her call up. Bunny scratched his head as he pondered on how to answer. Did he really want to come down now? A few moments went by, as he wet his lips, and opened them to speak. "Uhm... Depends on how you look at it," he shouted back down. "I guess." His bottom feeling a bit cold from the frost beneath him.
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Jan 4, 2017 16:35:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 16:35:27 GMT -7
Maria didn't know this boy up in the ring, or at least she didn't think so. But, considering how they didn't actually go to the same school it was no surprise. Maria had only been at Hogwarts a few months, for the tournament. There wasn't any way she'd know everyone. But, it was also hard to really get a good look at him, being so high up and all. Stooping just a little, she reached down to pick up the broomstick from the snow, turning it over in her hands. She knew absolutely nothing about brooms but she could tell that this one had seen better days. It must be old. She glanced back up just in time to hear him respond, and raised a hand to cover her eyes.
"You guess?" She answered, laughing again. Well, that was certainly vague. "And how else would you look at it?" She added. Really, he was stuck. Unless he could miraculously fly on his own, That'd definitely be a sight to see. "Would you like your broom or not? I'd be more then happy to leave it down here if you'd rather stay stuck up there!" The girl called back up, waving the broomstick a little to emphasize her point. She wasn't against leaving, if he really didn't want the help, after all. It wasn't often that Maria felt like doing a good deed, and she definitely wouldn't force it on someone.
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Jan 4, 2017 17:52:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 17:52:41 GMT -7
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @maria Bunny squinted as he attempted to recognize the girl who stood, a hundred feet below him. It was nearly impossible to decipher there was a person down there -- through all the gloom of the winter ambience. He attempted to recognize the voice that floated up to him. It didn't take. Bunny could acknowledge it was female voice, but had no recollection of the way it bounced off of his ears. It had to be the tournament. Bunny had nearly forgotten that Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang were going to be attending Hogwarts for a couple of months. It felt almost like being in a new year, with all of the new students to familiarize himself with. All the new friend groups. The parties. Bunny shifted in his seat a little bit, as slight thrill shot through him -- half from the cold, half from anticipation of fresh fun. It took everything he had, to not introduce himself right then. Bunny leaned forward a bit, to watch as the girl bent over and picked up his broom. Was she going to come up here? Surely there wasn't enough room on this hoop for two. Unless the rode it horseback. Bunny wasn't sure if he was comfortable with straddling a stranger, or being straddled -- with only a Quidditch hoop as a mediator.
"You guess?" Bunny heard laughter through the fog, and found himself laughing with her. It was kind of fun talking to a ghost. Bunny hadn't the opportunity to speak to any of the real ones, in school. "And how else would you look at it?" This would be fun. It wasn't often that somebody questioned his logic. Usually, the opposer would assume he was high -- and let it go. Hopefully, this person wasn't the same. His smirk grew into a silent grin, though nobody could see him. "I could be stuck up here....," he started, facing his attention to the cloudy grey sky as he speculated, "But what if, it were you, actually, who was stuck down there?" Bunny listened intently as his voice echoed across the pitch. Grin pasted foolishly upon his face.
"Would you like your broom or not? I'd be more then happy to leave it down here if you'd rather stay stuck up there!" Bunny nodded at nothing. He looked around at the nothingness surrounding him. It felt good to be free. He sighed heavily, as he took in her words. More than happy? Doubtful. "Up to you, love," he shouted back toward her. "Turn the page, or the other cheek."
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Jan 4, 2017 21:14:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 21:14:38 GMT -7
Oh great, Philosophy. The whole 'different perspective' thing. Glass half empty/half full, whatever it was people called it. Either way, Maria rolled her eyes, thankfully the boy was to far high up to see it. "Either way. You can't really go anywhere, now can you?" She responded loudly. "Unless you can fly without this." She again waved the broom just enough to remind him that she had the broom.
Maria's eyebrows raised as the Slytherin boy.... almost didn't seem to care if she left him up there or not. In fact, it was almost as if he thought she wouldn't. If she was in a bad mood, she'd prove him wrong in a heart beat, no hesitation. Just left him there. But she wasn't in one today. At least, not enough to be a totally psychotic bitch. So, with a shrug, she shifted the broom in her hands, mounted it, and kicked off the ground. Just because she didn't fly often didn't mean she didn't know how. Almost lazily she drifted up to him, in no hurry or rush whatsoever. Only upon reaching the same elevation, close enough that she could get a good look at the boy did she stop, and recline back a bit as she brushed her hair off her shoulders. He was devilishly handsome, and she knew she'd never met him before in her life. She'd remember looks like that. Slowly she smiled. Like most half Veela's, Maria was capable of turning on that magical Veela charm. And with that smile it was almost like a switch had been flicked, the girl letting that magical abilities her mother gave her loose. "Are you sure? Who knows when the next person will walk past. You could be stuck up here for hours. I'd hate to leave a handsome face up here..." She sweetly offered, though with Veela charm? Few things were actually offers. Most men would jump at the strong siren's call, unable to resist.
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Jan 5, 2017 17:34:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 17:34:30 GMT -7
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @maria "Either way. You can't really go anywhere, now can you?" Bunny thought about it. He sat in the brisk silence for a moment -- looking to his left, and right. He looked down at his feet, and swung them thoughtlessly. Imagining how far the ground was from him. Bunny shrugged, eccentrically. Going anywhere, wasn't necessarily on his to-do list, at that precise moment. There were very few moments, when Bunny was allowed to slip away, and relax. Between the classes he decided to attend, the lifestyle he chose to live, and his occasional pastimes -- Bunny hardly had time to think. Which, undoubtedly, may have been a good thing -- due to his thought process being tainted with the constant use of drugs, and firewhiskey. "Unless you can fly without this." Bunny let his hand crest above his eyes, in an attempt to catch a glimpse through the fog. Just vaguely, Bunny could see a broom being waved by a figure. He laughed. Readjusting himself back in his seat, a bit. "Maybe," he called back, "Not really looking forward to finding out, though." Shrugging again as he spoke.
Intently, he struggled to watch as the girl thought for a moment, and mounted the broom. Bunny smirked. He began humming to himself, as the girl rose slowly, and began to come into focus. Apparently, this task had made her wary of him -- based on the amount of time it took for her to reach his level. Bunny looked up at her, attempting to recognize her. The attempt failed. However, Bunny took note of the look of surprise, that whistled across her face. Bunny smirked mischievously, keeping a calm presence. The girl was gorgeous. But there was something else he felt, when the slow, deliberate smile spread onto her face. It made his heart jump. It made Bunny uncomfortable. He found himself trailing her with his eyes, from her posh face down to her little posh shoes. Another jump in his chest. "Are you sure?" Bunny shook the feeling off as best as he could. Though it pressed in the back of his mind, like a drill to wood. He tried to fill his mind with his past gambles with girls. Tried to think of anything but how gorgeous this girl was, and how different it made him feel. His thoughts pierced his attention, he'd missed the next few sentences of what the girl was saying. "Hate to leave a handsome face up here..." Bunny smiled shyly, as he looked down at the air below his feet. Wait. He wasn't shy. What was happening? He pushed his apprehension away, as he met her eyes once again. "And I'd hate to see a pretty face, leave me up here," he spoke, confidence flowing back into him, "Looks like we're both, doing our duty." Bunny nodded, in agreement with himself. "I'm Bunny." Shifting again in his seat, to treat the uncomfortable feeling swirling in his stomach.
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Jan 8, 2017 17:02:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 17:02:50 GMT -7
Maria saw the look, the one that hinted at the charm working. It was always so satisfying, seeing the way Veela charm could affect people. Sure, Maria probably used it a little too much, but why shouldn't she use it? It wasn't her nature to deny any part of herself. She embraced her strengths and flaws. Totally confident in her own skin.
Her grin widened as he finally mustered up a response, sounding cool and confident. "You're in luck then, this pretty face would love you help you down." Sher answered slowly an deliberately. Moving the broom in closer to the ring he was perched in, Maria shifted just a little, looking totally at ease and in no hurry on the broom. "Bunny?" She repeated as an eyebrow raised. Now there must be a story behind that. "It's nice to meet you Bunny. I'm Maria."' She finished, making sure to emphasize his name just a little and let her Brazilian accent shine through.
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Jan 10, 2017 19:09:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 19:09:32 GMT -7
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @maria Bunny noticed the rampant churning, bumping around in his gut. What was this feeling? Was this a crush? No. The memory was faint, but Bunny could remember a time when he had crushes. This may have been that feeling -- but he felt a little something extra. It was like, a sense of longing. From a very distant place. Like he would do anything for this person. It didn't feel right. Bunny attempted to look back on his recollections. There was something like this, he read about in school, at some point... Veelas. Veelas had an astonishing way with maneuvering male's emotions. Along with adamant beauty. A small smirk inched onto his lips. He figured out whatever had come over him, but still hadn't a clue as to how to stop it. Bunny cracked his neck, as he inspected the girl before him. She may have the best of him now, but he'd find a way to turn the tables. He'd keep his observation to himself, for now.
Bunny noticed the grin, slip into place on the girl's face. Merlin, she was brilliant. Bunny traced the laugh lines, that appeared when she beamed. Wait. That was weird. What was this bullshit? Why was it so compelling? Why did this girl immediately take control, the moment she met eyes with him. Bunny shook off the random concerns bouncing around in his head, and took another quick glance at the girl's up and down. She wouldn't win.
"You're in luck then, this pretty face would love you help you down." Bunny sat comfortably, settled in the crevice of the tallest hoop. He took note of the extent of time she took to move into the hoop. Bunny smirked. She was intentionally playing with fire. It made him chuckle. This girl had no idea what she was getting into. He placed his foot on the tip of her broom, and pulled her in as she spoke -- his name rolling off her tongue, drenched in a cute accent. He wasn't ready to come down anyway. "It's nice to meet you Bunny. I'm Maria." Bunny pulled the broom in close, with his toe -- ending when he was nearly face to face with the girl. "Nice to meet you, Maria," matching the level of playfulness, in his own voice. "So what brought you to the Quidditch Pitch?"
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Jan 27, 2017 10:43:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 10:43:29 GMT -7
Well wasn't he a confident one? Despite feeling the affects of her Veela blood his mind wasn't turning into complete mush. He was confident and suave. It made her grin just a bit wider. It was always more fun when people held up under the charm. Sure, it was nice seeing how complaint people got but sometimes Maria liked a bit more resistance.
Maria didn't resist as he pulled the broom in, closer and closer. Why would she? She didn't have much care for personal space. Removing her hands from the broom she ran her fingers through her hair, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Fate I'm sure." she answered in her usual 'not actually an answer' sort of way. She liked making people work for the information she gave them. "Why are you up here?" She countered as she flashed a brilliant smile.
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