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Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Nicole Gammel Nikki Attire Ravenclaw Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Ravenclaw2nd year. Wand Cherry, Unicorn tail hair, 9 in, slightly springy. Location The Quidditch Pitch at the base of the north-side hoops. Tagging Anyone Marrick. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Nikki gasped, her body jumping slightly from being startled. She'd thought she'd been alone out there on the Quidditch Pitch and hadn't expected anyone to sneak up behind her. Immediately, her hands went up to her eyes and began to wipe at them. Oh... oh... she started, her body shifting where she sat. I... I didn't realize anyone else was here. She looked up at the male, obviously a Gryffindor by his robes, and did her best to smile. It was a half-hearted attempt and she knew it. But he was being kind and she appreciated that. I... I just came out here by chance. I hope I didn't bother you. Oh she felt so silly. She was rambling a bit, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment and being a bit flustered. And then there was the added fact of her sorrow. Her sorrow. Again, Nikki could feel her eyes dampen, prickling with more tears that were desperate to flow. Just then, they spilled down her cheeks, tiny rivulets that she couldn't hide no matter what she did. She let out a tiny a scowl and angrily wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. So sorry, Nikki said. I'm a total mess. Not the best first impression, is it? She let out a nervous giggle as more tears fell. Again, she wiped at her eyes. My name is Nikki Gammel. Second year, Ravenclaw. So sorry to meet this way, she added with a blush.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Marrick. Attire Varsity Quidditch Vest. HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood. Location Quidditch Pitch, Northern Hoops. Tagging Anyone Nicole. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later Afternoon. Marrick smiled as bright as he could while he watched her try and helplessly collect herself so she could speak to him without tears. As her attempts failed, he grew even sadder despite his smile. He couldn't understand why, but somehow her tears seemed to strike a blow at his heart. It wasn't that he simply felt bad for her, her sadness just seemed to speak for itself. Her tears were not for a mundane reason nor were they shallow, no. The looks her eyes gave, the voice she emitted, and nervous giggles, everything indicated a catastrophe had just befallen her and yet she still had the courage to try and smile and introduce herself. Honestly he was a little awe struck at her strength, even more so when she so bravely introduced herself and blushed. It forced his smile to grow a little wider, and his heart to open up to her further. Before he said another word, his hand extended lightly so his pointing finger could gently brush a few tears from her cheek, caressing it softly as he flicked the tear away semi dramatically before her eyes just to have her smile. And I'm Marrick Crawford, third year Gryffindor. You...have nothing to worry about. What I'm wondering is not what you're doing out here or if you've bothered me. I only wish to know why someone who's clearly dealing with something so big, has to go through it out here, on her own. He flashed her another smile, before he kneeled before her and brushed a stray hair from her face. Luckily for you, I already slept through most of my classes tonight. Would it be too intrusive of a stranger to try and replace your tears with a smile? I still think it would suit you much better than tears.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Nicole Gammel Nikki Attire Ravenclaw Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Ravenclaw2nd year. Wand Cherry, Unicorn tail hair, 9 in, slightly springy. Location The Quidditch Pitch at the base of the north-side hoops. Tagging Anyone Marrick. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Nikki could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. This Marrick was definitely forward, something she wasn't used to in anyone she came across. Most just let her be and left her to her books. After all, there wasn't much interesting conversation to be had with one of her kind, not unless you spoke 'geek'. That was the joke she'd heard the others whisper from time to time when they thought themselves being clever. But how dull a joke it truly was. Though most didn't kept such thoughts to themselves, they were too busy shaking their heads at her shabby, second-hand clothes--pitiful attire for one so pure of blood and one who initially came from such wealth. A tragedy indeed. Yes, she was not used to having many approach her at all, especially not in the manner Marrick seemed to be showing. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of Nikki's lips at Marrick's last words. No, she admitted, her tone soft. She looked down at the ground. It wouldn't... As her voice trailed, so did her thoughts. When she looked back at him, she raised a hand and wiped at her eyes. You slept through your classes? she then asked, genuine giggles suddenly bubbling forth. On the first day back? She covered her mouth to stifle the sound. Somehow she didn't think this Marrick overly minded his absences, but she knew she'd have been mortified, probably would've gone running to her professors with apologies and begging for extra work to make it up to them. But... for some reason... this behavior seemed to suit this man, was endearing almost. Again, Nikki wiped at her eyes. They were a bit sore from her crying, but at least now she was finding that no more were falling. Had she finally stopped? And, I'm sorry you had to see that, Nikki said once again. I'm afraid you caught me in a bad moment. I... I'd just gotten some bad news. She paused just then, her thoughts spinning wildly in her head as her tummy lurched. To tell or not to tell. She knew she couldn't hold everything inside forever and perhaps speaking to Marrick might help. He could be objective. Couldn't he? I... I just found out that my parents died.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Marrick. Attire Varsity Quidditch Vest. HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood. Location Quidditch Pitch, Northern Hoops. Tagging Anyone Nicole. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later Afternoon. Her words hit him harder than a speeding truck. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped, somewhat stunned and unable to process what she just said. He parents had just died? The weight of the sadness he felt from her words alone must have been dwarfed by the misery she must have been feeling at this very second. Yet here he was, insensitvley asking her to smile and asking probing questions. He stood there, staring at her, unaware that he was doing so. All the while he was simply wondering how couragous was this girl, how resiliant to not be bawling her eyes out and yelling at him. He looked at her lips, and remembered that she was smiling. He put himself in her shoes for a second, and smiling was the last thing he could have done. Marrick found himself falling back and sitting onto his rear end. He crossed his legs and inched towards her, his mouth opening and closing, as if words were trying to come out but were being halted at the last second. He didn't want to say he was sorry, no. That was over-used and would not help her at all. Instead, he took his wand from his pocket and held it in his hand, tapping her cheek with the soft wood. Aquilous Repardei A little flicker from his wand tickled her cheek, before all the tears left on her face, and the wet mess they always left on the cheeks, linked together and flew away from her eyes and skin. He'd used a little spell to wipe her tears away for her, instead of finding anything to say. That's not something you suffer with alone out here, beautiful. The burden is too much.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Nicole Gammel Nikki Attire Ravenclaw Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Ravenclaw2nd year. Wand Cherry, Unicorn tail hair, 9 in, slightly springy. Location The Quidditch Pitch at the base of the north-side hoops. Tagging Anyone Marrick. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Nikki watched Marrick sit down and inch toward her. He suddenly looked as if he was pondering what to say next. But, instead of using words, he moved into action. Immediately, he took out his wand and the next thing she knew... her tears were literally floating away into the sky. Her face lit up as she watched the salty drops of water form a glittering chain in the air only to float away toward the sky. The light of the sun danced off them as if they were prisms, tiny rainbows of color flickering through them as the rays of light reflected and refracted. It was quite a sight for something so simple, so... kind. Thank you, Nikki said as she turned to look at Marrick. Her smile had broadened quite a bit from what it had been and she instantly found herself feeling better. Yes, the weight of the loss was still very much there, but dealing with that, coping, had suddenly become bearable. She was finally able to breathe, to rise to the surface and not feel like she was drowning. Nikki then reached out and touched Marrick's arm gently, a gesture to let him know just how much she appreciated what he'd done. She let out a soft giggle, the nervous tremors fading. As she looked at him, she shifted slightly, relaxing a bit. Slowly, she brought her legs down and away from her chest and then bent them to the side and away from him so that she could lean a bit closer. That was lovely, Nikki stated, her cheeks heated with a blush--she wasn't used to being called 'beautiful' so casually or so frequently. So, tell me Marrick, do you often come to the Quidditch Pitch for naps during classes? Again she giggled, finding herself in a slightly better mood. She also found herself wanting to know this man who was both cheering her up and forever complimenting her better.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Marrick. Attire Varsity Quidditch Vest. HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood. Location Quidditch Pitch, Northern Hoops. Tagging Anyone Nicole. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later Afternoon. A brighter smile could not sneak upon his lips as he saw her brighten up and give him a smile of her own. To him, having her smile just then was a feat more important than anything in recent memory. If someone saw him, they'd think he just cured cancer or saved a dying patient. But no, just making her smile had the same effect on him. He leaned closer to her, and into her touch. She let down her legs, and it allowed him to scoot himself closer forward and laugh as her question was asked. He put his wand back in it's proper place, and focused his attention back on her. His eyes locked onto her own, catching the sun's glare and making him squint just a bit. Often. He answered briefly, before letting out a little laugh once again. Though I admit, the lack of shade is a little bothersome. The hoops don't exactly provide too much, and I'm so fortunate to run into a raven haired beauty like you every day to make the sun a little more bearable. It was a rather hot day after all, summer was ending with a bit of a last stretch of heat. So perhaps, his only shade would be her. Metaphorically and literally. It was a nice concept for him to think about.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Nicole Gammel Nikki Attire Ravenclaw Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Ravenclaw2nd year. Wand Cherry, Unicorn tail hair, 9 in, slightly springy. Location The Quidditch Pitch at the base of the north-side hoops. Tagging Anyone Marrick. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Early evening. Nikki found herself giggling just a bit more, something she knew she needed after the news she'd received regarding her parents. She'd been crying most of the later afternoon and with the sun starting to dip below the horizon, she needed to let go and laugh a little. Marrick was helping her there and she was grateful. Often, hrmm? Nikki then mumbled, her lips still upturned into a smile. It was amazing at how Marrick was able to do that to her after how dreadful everything seemed to be. In a brief encounter, he'd managed to make everything lighter, brighter. Better. Well then, that means you'll need someone to help you catch up on what you miss.... yes? Nikki looked at Marrick with big hopeful eyes. She bit down on her lip and shifted a bit, wondering if what she'd implied would possibly be taken the wrong way. Oh Merlin, she hoped not! That is, I'm not saying you'll be behind, just I... Nikki stammered, her cheeks going scarlet. Just, you'll miss out on notes and other things. I... She looked down at her lap. I mean, I know we're not in the same classes, but I... Oh, she was getting tongue-tied, tripped up on words that wouldn't come, that were eluding her. I... well, I... Just them she brought her hands to her face, her fingers touching her reddened cheeks, taking in their burning warmth. She closed her eyes for a lingering moment. When she opened them, she looked directly at Marrick. I'm making such a fool of myself, she said with a soft giggle before bringing her hands down.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Marrick. Attire Varsity Quidditch Vest. HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood. Location Quidditch Pitch, Northern Hoops. Tagging Anyone Nicole. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later Afternoon. His smile would not fade as he watched her stumble on her words adorably, her cheeks flushing in nervousness which made her seem all the more innocent. It was something he found that he adored, and it played to his naturally protective nature. Gods knew that he was the one always looking out for his brother, he was the 'responsible' one, though that term was used lightly. She played that part perfectly, and it made him all the more attracted to her presence. His hand extended lightly and took her own, bringing it towards him while singeling out the pointing finger to hold it before his eyes. Just then, he smirked as he noticed the little bump people get from holding their quills and pens a little too hard while they write. Ahh, the true mark of the studious. He laughed lightly, leaning closer and closer to her with every breath. At this point, when he gently dropped their hands they fell into his lap and remained in touch, his face letting a slight red escape the cheeks. More so than Lane, he was just slightly more...innocent, when it came to girls and how to deal with them. A flirt for sure, experience as well, yet still...nervous. But you are right...I do tend to fall behind quite often...I focus too much on quidditch and even now, I've already gone and missed the first day's lectures...and If I heard you correctly... He leaned in a little more, his head tilting just a little so his nose would not hit her own. I could definitely use a little private help...
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Nicole Gammel Nikki Attire Ravenclaw Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Ravenclaw2nd year. Wand Cherry, Unicorn tail hair, 9 in, slightly springy. Location The Quidditch Pitch at the base of the north-side hoops. Tagging Anyone Marrick. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Early evening. Nikki found herself suddenly nodding as Marrick took hold of her hand, bringing it ever closer to his face as if to inspect it. She glanced at her hand, slightly messy with ink from ink due to all her note scribbling. But, really, she couldn't help it. She couldn't... Just then, she looked past her hand, her eyes finding his as he moved closer. A breath a way, the gap closing. Every nerve ending in her body was firing, her mind spinning with thoughts as he neared. Was it suddenly hot? She couldn't tell. Perhaps it wasn't. Maybe it was a trick of her senses. After all, she'd been crying most of the afternoon. I... I can help, Nikki suddenly said once she found her voice. I'm a good note taker. Her heart was pounding, literally speeding up to a rate that made her wonder how she'd be able to take much more. Yet for reasons unknown, she had no desire to leave. Not yet. Maybe we can arrange something...? she suggested, her voice a breathy whisper as she looked at Marrick with a hopeful expression.
Thread: The Quidditch Pitch

Name Nickname Marrick. Attire Varsity Quidditch Vest. HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood. Location Quidditch Pitch, Northern Hoops. Tagging Anyone Nicole. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later Afternoon. Marrick was a good faker, and so he could pretend to be completely confident and alluring, with his lips inches away from her own, calm and collected, when in fact his heart was beating a million times a minute. He was so nervous that he was so close to this beauty that he was actually sweating, more amazed at himself that he managed to catch the attention of someone so above his league. He couldn't mess up now, no. She was too gorgeous, and his heart tingled with all this new feelings towards her...it was mysterious, enticing...he wanted to know more. His hand ended up lacing it's fingers with her own subconciously. He did not realize his hand took her own instead of just a finger when he moved closer and she spoke. She was so close that he could feel the breath from her words flow along his lips, and a small smile came along his own as she hoped they could arrange something. Let us arrange something then...preferably...every day. At least if there is nothing to study, I would never get bored of being so close to you...as I am now. What spell did you use...to have me so enthralled...so close... His questions were whispers, and it was quiet enough that you can damn near hear his heart beating in his chest. He wanted to move on to the next step so badly, he wanted to keep going, to assert himself and touch his lips to her own. Yet something held him back, perhaps fear of rejection, perhaps it was too soon knowing her news...and so he was stuck there, unable to move forward but nothing in the world could yank him back from her.
Thread: The Cove

The Cove It is an area that a lot of the students who attend the university like to go to relax and enjoy themselves.
Thread: The Cove

Name Nickname Zachary Donovan, Zach Attire Link HouseYear Slytherin, 4th Year Wand 9, Oak, Unicorn Location The Cove Tagging Anyone Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon Zachary sat on one of the higher up rocks and looked down at the water splashing below him. He loved the cove it was so relaxing and it proved to be a great place to come and think. It was a good thing he stopped in his dorm and changed into something more comfortable then his school uniform because like usual Zachary would most likely sit in the exact spot he was sitting in for the next few hours. The young man had a lot on his mind and he just needed to be alone for at least a few minutes to try and clear his head. It all happened over summer vacation while he was on a camping trip with a few of his friends. He and one of his best friends had been wrestling around and the next thing he knew his lips were attached to his. Of course his natural reaction was to back away quickly, Zach ended up leaving without a word he simply looked to the other young man with a shocked expression on his face as he walked away. The two haven't spoken to each other since. The whole situation was unexpected, the kiss, the reaction, but most of all the way Zachary felt as it was happening. He wasn't really upset about it although his reaction may have made it seem that way, no he enjoyed it far more then he could've imagined. Maybe that was the reason he left so quickly, maybe he should've at least tried to stop and think of how he truly felt before just walking out of one of his best friends life. The thoughts drove him nuts and ever since that day Zachary had been stuck on the what if's and all the other possible ways the situation could've ended for the better. Bane rested his head on Zachary's lap as he looked out into the water, We'll go swimming in a little while Bane I just wanna sit for a few more minutes ,he told the dog quietly before reaching into his backpack and pulling a treat out. Zachary fed Bane the treat then leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment to breath in the air around him, it was perfect, relaxing, and just what he needed to ease his thoughts for a moment. After a few moments he opened his eyes and looked around to make sure no one was around that could see him and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his back pack, he then pulled one from the pack and looked around again before bringing it to his lips and lighting it. Bane gave him a look and he chuckled lightly, Let's keep this between us ok boy ,Zachary said. No one knew of this new habit Zachary had picked up and that's how he wanted to keep it, if his brother Cameron ever found out he would surely freak and that's the last thing Zach wanted.
Thread: The Cove

Name Nickname Stacey Jones Attire school robes with a pink cameo tank top with blue jeans and black boots. HouseYear raven claw 1st year Wand 6 inches ,cedar,unicorns hair Location sorting thread Taggingb anyone Time Tuesday, September 5, 2073 later afternoon Stacey had been exploring on her own sense Ellie and Nikki had said that they could not make it to take her to hogs dale. She did not mind sometimes she need her space as well. She held her kitten close as she made her way to the cove. She felt lost but she figure sense her memory was good she most likely could find her way back and end up some where else. Sense she could not just stay in her dorms she had to be about doing something. She figure she go exploring on her own at the school so that way Ellie and Nikki just had to show her hogs dale and take as much time as they needed. She looked down at her sleeping cat and smiled saying to it even thou it was asleep mommy got us lost but do not worry Snow this place is very pretty'.