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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 15, 2008 14:30:17 GMT -5
The fifteen year old female sat on the couch of the Ravenclaw Common Room quietly. A quill in her hand, a piece of parchment in front of her. She was quietly attempting to write a report for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It obviously wasn't working out to well. Despite her obvious front that she was smart- she wasn't the sharpest tool in the chandelier.
Her long black hair fell several inches past her slender shoulders. Large oceanic blue eyes shimmering in the dim light of the Common Room. Her pink lips pursed in a small smile. She always seemed to be a bit happy. Beatrice Lorraine Whitt was always making somebody smile. She glowed when she seemed to smile. And she couldn't help her luminous quality.
She slouched back against the couch quietly running a hand through her locks.
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Post by jen on Jul 15, 2008 14:41:47 GMT -5
Milo Vantini took a last glance in the mirror before climbing down the steps of the boys' dorms. His blonde hair was a mess, the curls looking more like tired, cold strings hanging lifelessy. He sighed and took the steps by twos. When he reached the open room of the commons, his eyes scanned the space in front of him and finally rested on the girl on the couch. He first watched her long black hair move when she moved, almost as if he was in a trance. Then he blinked and focused on what was on her lap-parchment. "What are you working on?" asked Milo, sensing that whatever it was, it was giving her some troubles.
He plopped himself on the couch next to her, his tanned elbows resting on his knees, which were clothed with faded jeans. It was a saturday and for once he didn't have to dress himself in the required uniform.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 15, 2008 14:47:14 GMT -5
She looked up to see the blonde male standing there. He had scared her, made her shoulders rise in shock. She quirked her brows for a second before answering him,"This stupid report for Defense Against the Dark Arts." she replied. She sighed,"I can't seem to get it right." she finished with a long pause. She couldn't exactly remember the males name. But she knew she had seen him around somewhere. Beatrice brushed a single fallen lock out of her eyes before glancing back at him.
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Post by jen on Jul 15, 2008 15:21:03 GMT -5
Milo glanced back down at her paper. She hadn't gotten vey far. He had already finsihed his report last week, when it was first given out. DADA was his favorite subject, along with potions, so he was excited to get working on it as soon as the assignment was handed out. "Well I could help, I guess. Its not too bad. Do you have a topic yet? I picked to write about the three Unforgivable Curses. Once you start, it gets easier to write." he replied, kind of rambling. Milo liked to talk, especially about Defense Against the Dark Arts.
He inched a little closer to her to look at her textbook that sat unopened next to her. He reached over her lap and opened it, pointing to page 347. "Here's an easy subject." Milo suggested, referring to charms and spells used for protection during duels.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 15, 2008 15:44:01 GMT -5
She nodded but then proceeded to shake her head,"No. I don't have a topic." she said. She nodded at this,"That sounds like a good choice." she replied, running a hand through her black locks. She observed the male for a few seconds before immideatly turning back to her paper. She examined the page in her textbook- reading it quickly,"Well.." she trailed off- quite unsure of what she could possibly say. She bit down on her bottom lip. What was she going to say,"Ugh." she finished. Typically she didn't get upset over stuff like reports but... Typically she was able to complete them. No sweat.
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Post by jen on Jul 15, 2008 15:50:55 GMT -5
Milo watched her. He almost laughed, but conatined himself and smiled instead. She was an intriguing person, that's for sure. Although, he didn't know her, so she must be a fifth year. "I'm Milo. Milo Vantini." he said, watching her stare at her paper, unwilling to begin. "Maybe you should take a little break and tell me about yourself...starting with your name." He shifted on the couch so his body was facing her rather than the fire place. The smile stayed faintly on his lips, and his blond, curly locks drooped a little over his eyes.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 15, 2008 15:58:40 GMT -5
She let a warm smile become placed upon her pink lips,"Beatrice Wenville." she replied with a small giggle. She observed him once more for a few moments before speaking again,"Nice to meet you, Milo." she said, not losing the smile upon her mouth,"Well..." she trailed off, thinking about what to say,"I live in London. I have four younger brothers. All with weird names." she said with a small laugh,"Uhh. My best friend is Demidra." she finished,"I think that's pretty much there is to say about me!" she exclaimed,"And how about yourself ?"
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Post by jen on Jul 15, 2008 17:11:45 GMT -5
He nodded, listening intently. Milo laughed as she talked and when she asked him about himself, he wondered what to say. "Hmm. Well you know my name. I live in London too, but we travel to Spain alot because that's where my parents grew up. I'm an only child, unfortunately. I've always wanted brothers and sisters. But, that wasn't for me to decide, right?" he said with a smile. "Oh, and as for friends, they're kinda scattered. I don't really have a /best/ friend...yet." he finished.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 15, 2008 17:18:12 GMT -5
"Spain ?" she questioned. She'd always wanted to go there. But had never gotten a chance,"Wow." she replied,"Your quite the lucky one, y'know." she told him, feinging another small smile,"I've heard it's absolutely gorgeous!" she exclaimed. She looked at him intently,"Well- it's not as good as it seems. Especially seeing as they are all males. And younger than I." she said. She smiled,"I'm sure you'll find a best friend. They're not hard to find and a nice boy like yourself. I'm suprised you don't already have one."
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Post by jen on Jul 15, 2008 17:28:01 GMT -5
"It is pretty great. Lots of things to do and see." Milo agreed, picturing their vacation spot in Madrid. He shrugged when she talked about her brothers. "I suppose they might get on your nerves, huh? But you still love them. Thats what I want. Someone to take care of, and be taken care of." he replied. "Well maybe I'll come across one soon. Its probably mostly my fault anyways. I'm always reading or traveling or something."
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 15, 2008 17:37:09 GMT -5
Evangeline smiled,"It does sound pretty great." she said with a small laugh. She nodded,"Of course they get on my nerves. I'm required to baby sit every summer, every day. How would that not get on my nerves ?" she questioned. She smiled softly,"Well- get a dog. They're just the same." she said with a small giggle. She smiled,"You read ?" she questioned. She was definatly liking this guy,"Travelling ? Okay. I can offically say your just about my favorite person right now."
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Post by jen on Jul 19, 2008 14:42:54 GMT -5
Milo laughed, revealing his perfectly straight pearly whites. "Maybe I will get a dog. One with fur as black as your hair." he replied, admiring her long ebony locks. Then he scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Hmm, well those are some good qualities but I have faults as well. Just a few though, I'm pretty close to perfect." he said jokingly, sitting back and resting his head against the top of the couch.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 28, 2008 18:43:46 GMT -5
Beatrice blushed lightly,"That would be one dark dog." she said with a light laugh. She had of course seen dogs that were that dark. In fact she owned one. She giggled at this,"Perfect ? Oh. I would definatly believe that." she said, blushing lightly once more,"I mean..." she shrugged. She couldn't exactly go back on that one,"Nevermind." she said, laughing nervously.
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Post by jen on Jul 28, 2008 19:31:17 GMT -5
Milo felt his own cheeks flush and shrugged lightly. "Yeah, well I'm not too perfect. For one, I can't disguise my feelings..." he replied, his sparkling eyes searching her's. He touched her cheek lightly with the back of his forefinger. "You're blushing. Care to share what your thinking?" he asked with a smile. Milo had always been an outright person. It came with his inability to be shy and great ability to be out-going and somewhat full of himself. Not too full of himself though.
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Post by Nova Whitt on Jul 28, 2008 19:49:31 GMT -5
She looked up, to peer curiously into his eyes. /What's he thinking ?/ the thought was flying through her mind wildly. She couldn't control it. Which suprised her. Because she didn't live for spotaniety. Rather lived for control. She let her eyes back down to her feet,"Nothing." she said with a small warm smile,"Really." she said, laughing light heartedly.
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