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Mar 28, 2017 9:51:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 9:51:14 GMT -7
@ripley The last few weeks had been strange, to say the least. A relatively decent job had been done in alerting him that Ripley had crashed during Quidditch practice, and so Lance had gone two days before anyone thought of telling him. He was sure the Beauxbatons champion had been told immediately, despite his many character flaws. Regardless of who was told first and by whom, Lance eventually made his way to the hospital wing to see how his friend was doing. It was another week before she woke up though. And then came the long, arduous process of waiting to see how her health would hold up after all that happened. It had been a week since then, and while Lance knew that she wouldn’t be in the hospital wing still, he headed towards the room out of habit. He didn’t realize his mistake until he was starting to push open the door. Laughing at it, he realized he’d be able to talk to Ripley at dinner or in the common room later that night. Nothing was that important that he needed to see her right then anyways.
Deciding to go for a walk instead, Lance made his way down the steps to the entrance hall and out the front doors of the castle. It was still chilly out, but things seemed to be slightly tamer as the end of the month rounded the corner. Soon the school was going to be in an uproar over the second task of the tournament, and he knew that it would be hard to get any time to relax in that kind of excitement. Strolling across the grounds, he eventually came upon the Black Lake. He couldn’t recall the last time he had spent any sort of time around this area. Finding a fallen over tree, he tossed his bag over it and took a seat. Getting out of the castle was like escaping a tiny room that was running out of air. That feeling of claustrophobia had never affected him before this year, but now it felt like he was constantly being choked by it. Lately it seemed to be getting better though. Taking a deep breath, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He could do with a few minutes of peace and quiet.
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Mar 29, 2017 11:42:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 11:42:44 GMT -7
after spending the better part of a week and a few days laying in a hospital bed, ripley was glad to be allowed out and back into the rhythm of school. she'd been let out of the hospital the day before, with orders to take things careful, not tire herself out to much and if she had any problems to go back to the hospital wing. she had felt like she'd been made of glass while they'd been giving her that talk. she figured there was a list of places they'd prefer her not to go for a while and if she was a betting girl she'd bet that the black lake was on top of that list. though that was where she found herself. she walked along one of the trails that wound it's way around the waters edge and she took a deep breath, the chill in the air refreshing as it drew into her lungs. she had seen a few spots that would have been perfect if she'd been in the mood to dance but she wasn't, she figured she was pushing her luck just being out here so she'd have to dance another day. she made the mental note she'd need to remmber where they were though. she ran a hand through her hair as she rounded the bend to see a familiar figure sitting on a fallen log. he looked like he was enjoying the quiet so she'd almost walked past him so he could have it but she didn't feel like she could ruin someone's quiet today, she felt too calm and relaxed herself. which hadn't been a feeling she'd felt in a long time. she smiled and tucked her thumbs into the long sleeves of her white sweater and she walked over to the log. it was a good thing her and lance had been close for years, she knew he wouldn't mind what she did next. she let out a whistle, a soft and short one, just enough so that he knew she was there. the last thing she wanted was to scare him. she smiled as she moved to sit down on his lap, not to heavily mind, she didn't want to hurt him either. "you know you have a comfortable lap lance?" she said as she turned her head back over her shoulder to look into his face.
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Apr 12, 2017 18:45:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 18:45:55 GMT -7
@ripley The peace and quiet that Lance had been hoping for didn’t last long. It wasn’t like the whistle particularly disturbed his silence, nor did the fact that he suddenly had Ripley sitting on his lap. It was more that suddenly he didn’t have it. Even a few more seconds would have been nice. Still, it was Ripley, and after the ordeal she had been through just a few weeks earlier, Lance was ready to relent to her today. He probably would have anyways, regardless of her injury. “You don’t say? I wouldn’t know, since I’ve never sat on it before.” He was interested in figuring out why she was out and about on the grounds, especially so soon after the accident. Shouldn’t she be taking it easy still? At least that was what he had kind of gotten out of her family and the school nurses the few times he had visited during and after the coma. Getting knocked out by a bludger and then falling was no joke.
Lance decided to let it go though, because he knew Ripley was constantly being berated by her siblings about dating the Beauxbatons Champion. Lance had run into the French boy a few times in the hospital wing when visiting. He hated to admit it, but he agreed with Irina on this one. The guy was beyond pretentious, always spouting off nonsense about being the best and whatnot. Lance tried to keep their conversations brief, usually just stopping in briefly every couple of days to see if Ripley had woken up yet. Those were antagonizing moments though. He couldn’t tell Ripley that, going back to the bit where she felt that everyone was already against her over it. “I’m not going to get beat up for this, am I?” Lance joked, hoping that she understood it. There was no way he could beat that guy in a duel, let alone a fistfight.
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May 9, 2017 10:03:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 10:03:27 GMT -7
“You don’t say? I wouldn’t know, since I’ve never sat on it before.” She smiled slightly. well that was true, though she was sure that there would be some spell out there that would allow someone to sit in their own lap. there was a spell for everything else to why not? "you should try it sometime." she said as she brushed some of her hair over her shoulder and took a few seconds to appreciate the breeze that blew across her face, helping her to blow her hair back slightly, she shook her head, shifting it a little so that it didn't blow straight back into lance's face and she took a deep breathe. it was nice to be out of the castle, in the grounds after spending her time in the hospital wing. she knew that there was every chance that irina and the healers would chastise her for being out here but it was in her nature, outside was her happy place. if she was dancing it would be even better but she figured that was pushing it.
“I’m not going to get beat up for this, am I?” she laughed and rolled her eyes a little. she wasn't sure to be honest but she doubted it. if anything it didn't seem as if emile was the jealous type and he was probably holed up somewhere working on the tournament an bonding with that little creature he'd been given. "possibly? i'll protect you though. make sure he doesn't damage that pretty face too much." she teased back, slipping off his lap all the same and sitting down next to him. she held her hand to her face, hiding a yawn behind her fingers as she rubbed them into her eyes, ignoring the feeling of being tired.she was out here to enjoy the sun and she was going to stay out here for a while yet. even if she ended up falling asleep leaning on the log, she'd be staying out here. "why're you out here hiding from the world?"
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May 22, 2017 22:40:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 22:40:51 GMT -7
@ripley Lance snorted. “I’d like to keep my lap where it’s supposed to be, thank you kindly.” It was a strange concept, sitting on one’s own lap. Having a clone would make that easy. Polyjuice potions were pretty decent at making that happen too, so maybe it was more reasonable to think of a possibility than not. The only problem with that was that he liked being the only him. That was what made him unique, right? Why would anyone want an exact clone of them, a carbon copy? Twins were obviously the exception, but he didn’t want another him doing everything that he wanted to do. He already had Georgie tagging along with him for most things, a little less as of late, though she was always there within arm’s reach to shadow him. That was fine with him because she was her own person. He couldn’t stand the thought of beating himself to everything. It was creepy.
He could tell that Ripley was trying to keep her hair from hitting him, but it was to no avail. The wind was strong enough, and bitter at that, to still whip strands of her hair right into his face. It was a possibility that he could be beat up by the French guy for this? That was great. Lance wasn’t really in the fighting mood now, or ever for that matter. Conflict could be dealt with through words if it came to that. He just didn’t like it in general. “Gee thanks. You better protect me, because it would be your fault,” he joked back. Though at the same time, he really wasn’t. Him getting punched because of this would be all because of Ripley’s actions. “Apparently people like my face. I don’t really see it,” he added as Ripley finally hopped off of him. The Yule Ball had shown how many broken hearts he could make in one fell swoop. All on accident of course. He hadn’t planned on going after what had happened in November, though Olivia had brought up the point that it would take his mind off everything. It had.
“Why’re you out here hidin’ from the world?” Lance turned the question back around on Ripley. “Did the nurse finally turn you loose? Or did you think it was time to get out and stretch on your own?” There was slight concern in his voice as he brought that up. She really shouldn’t be moving around without being cleared first, but he knew her too well. It was most likely the case that she hopped out of bed and ran off before they could catch her.
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Jun 19, 2017 9:02:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 9:02:27 GMT -7
“Gee thanks. You better protect me, because it would be your fault,” she rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest lightly, tucking her fingers into the sleeves of her jumper and she tucked one leg over the other. "i'll protect you. but in case you're really worried .. i don't think he's that type." she said with a smile. she hoped that emile wasn't the type to go around punching out other guys, then again she couldn't really be sure yet. it wasn't something that had come up in conversation so for now she'd hope. “Apparently people like my face. I don’t really see it,” she took a moment stretched and leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees as she arched her back lightly, feeling the pull in her spine and settling against her arms as she let her back relax. She tilted her head slightly and turned it to look at him, as if considering and she rested her chin on two fingers and put a thinking look onto her face. "hmm .. it's okay i guess? like i said, pretty." she shrugged before smiling and shaking her head a little. "your handsome lance, embrace it." she offered him the advice as she sat back up and closed her eyes against the breeze that blew softly into her face, enjoying the feel of being outside again.
“Why’re you out here hidin’ from the world? Did the nurse finally turn you loose? Or did you think it was time to get out and stretch on your own?” she raised a brow as she opened her eyes and looked at him, shifting so she was sitting in a straddle on the log and was facing him. "clearly you don't want to talk about why you're out here. don't think i failed to notice you didn't answer my question .." she said as she ran a hand over the back of her neck, wondering what he could be hiding out here from that he didn't seem to want to tell her. "but i'm enjoying the world. not hiding." she said as she looked back in the direction of the castle. "after all they told me i could leave the hospital wing .. they didn't say anything about me not being allowed to leave the castle." she said with an almost sly grin. she was actually sure that when they'd told her to take it easy and be careful when she'd left, that being outside wasn't something that they'd intended her to do so soon, but she was the type that loved being outside. "your turn."
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Jun 19, 2017 17:35:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 17:35:48 GMT -7
@ripley Émile wasn’t the type to beat others up. For some reason that didn’t make Lance feel any better about the whole thing. Love made people act different. He didn’t really have any experience in that field, outside from love for his sister, and he knew he could act relatively irrational when it came to her. Lately it was wanting to keep her as far away from Barbara as possible. It wasn’t healthy to be associated with someone who acted like abandoning her own children was a normal thing. News flash, it wasn’t. From his last in-depth talk with Georgie, they seemed to be on the same page when it came to their mother though. There were some things that were right, but far too many that were wrong, and the negatives definitely outweighed the positives in this situation. The same could be said about how the Beauxbatons champion would react to this. Lance wasn’t sure why he was nervous; he had known Ripley far longer than Émile had. If anything, he was more in the right here than the other boy was. Lance sighed, realizing that saying that out loud would make it sound like he was jealous of Émile’s relationship with Ripley.
“Pretty?” He questioned, staring at her for a few seconds. He knew all about the follow up to that too. The Yule Ball had taught him a few things about girls. It was too bad that things had happened the way they did, because then he wouldn’t have been so sour when turning them away, only to end up going with Olivia. Thankfully it hadn’t turned into a huge mess like he had thought it would. “Suppose I could get used to that. I always thought it was me being American…” And that was probably half true. He had seen how the Hogwarts students had treated the Beauxbatons and Durmstrangs like they were pieces of exotic meat that had never been tasted before. If they had been scared by it, they knew how he had felt his first few years at Hogwarts.
Lance tried not to look at Ripley as she called him out for not answering the question. He knew that she wouldn’t let that slip by. There would be something wrong if it did. Then she would have him worrying again. He understood her point about not wanting to hide though. The hospital wing wasn’t exactly the most pleasurable place in the castle, though definitely the warmest and comfiest at times. Time spent there was nice, but also meant something seriously wrong had also happened. “I actually ended up out here because I went to visit you out of habit,” he stated, staring off across the lake. “And since you weren’t there anymore, now I’m here.”
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Jul 29, 2017 10:01:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 10:01:16 GMT -7
“Pretty? Suppose I could get used to that. I always thought it was me being American…” she smiled and nodded. that could be it. there was something about the way he talked that she found interesting to listen to. that and the words that came out of his mouth always seemed to be right. over their friendship she didn't think there was many times she'd disliked anything that he'd said and that was a beautiful thing. "well there is something charming about the way you talk." she told him truthfully. she'd seen girls watch him, giggle behind their hands or books and talk to their friends when he walked past them, she'd seen it and she hoped he had too. even if it might have embarrassed him at one point or another.
she studied him close as she called him out on not telling her. she was worried about him, she had been for a while now. after all with his mother coming back, their father's death and him having to be there for his little sister, there was a lot to worry about. she disliked the fact that there had been a while that she hadn't been there to check up on him but she knew there were other people who loved him enough to watch out for him too, she wasn't the only one. “I actually ended up out here because I went to visit you out of habit, And since you weren’t there anymore, now I’m here.” she smiled and shook her head, staring out to almost the same point he was and she rolled her eyes a little. "so this is my fault too?" she teased him gently as she crossed her leg over the other and leaned her elbow down on her knee, her chin resting in her hand. "anything bothering you?"
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Jul 29, 2017 20:26:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 20:26:05 GMT -7
@ripley The way he talked was charming. Lance had been hearing that a lot more lately. He was pretty sure that the addition of the other schools and their various accents and languages suddenly made people really notice the southern twang that he and Georgie had. Or at least take the time to point it out. That all came back to the exoticism thing he had always thought of while at Hogwarts. Despite having lived in the UK for years now, he was technically still a foreigner. “Suppose there is. I’m just being myself though,” Lance stated, nodding his head a little. Even though he had been thrust into a society and culture that he had never experienced before, keeping his values from back home was one of the only things he couldn’t let go. The other was Georgie. “It’s starting to come back more now. With Barb around.” He hated the fact that his accent was determined by his mother, who was supposed to be dead and gone. But it was. For years he had tried to keep the southern gentleman customs alive, but the accent could go as far as he was concerned. It had slipped into a stereotypical American accent, with not much else than that. Every now and again something would come out that sounded like it used to. Those were the times that people really took notice. “Course it’s your fault,” he laughed. Ripley wasn’t wrong about that, though Lance was sure that he would have ended up out here eventually. The weather hadn’t been that great lately, and this was the only chance he had spotted all week. Plus, there were the aforementioned issues with Ripley, which had kept him inside a lot. She asked him if there was anything bothering him, and Lance contemplated the question. Sure there was. Wasn’t there always something bothering everyone? He had a little more on his plate lately, but he was getting to the point where that wouldn’t make a daily impact anymore. Leaning his head back, he stared up at the sky as he continued to think about her question. It was so gloomy out. He blinked as a raindrop hit him in the face. Why now? Couldn’t he have ten minutes to enjoy outside? This never would have happened back home. “This rain is, for one,” Lance commented as he felt another few drops hit his head. “But I’m fine. Better than I was a few months ago. Honestly.” He nodded his head again. That was true. He was way better now than he had been in November. There were a lot of people he could credit with getting out of the funk that had taken over him. “I don’t want to get soaked,” he said as he stood up. “Ready to go?”[End or one more from you?]
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