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Post by A.melia B.lanc on Jan 4, 2007 22:50:50 GMT -5
Amelia's face felt hot and red, for she was sitting right in front of the fire. Her hands were cold and pale as ice, for her many hours out in the snow. She shook her head of curls, wishing she hadn't been so foolish as to stay out in the freezing weather. Now her hands would be cold for a few days! Her eyes wandered around the Social Room, noting how very few had come, for the TriWizard Tournoment was taking place, and most people were in the Great Hall, dropping in their names with a spark of hope they might be chosen. Amelia laughed at her own excitment. But it should have been fear. Everyone knows the TriWizard Tournoment was ruthless and rough, not just around the edges, but at its core. Why had she entered? She wanted something to be here for. Something to challenge herself. Her only friends lay in Beauxbatons, and her Ex was from Drumstrang (Which was also here), so she had not much to do at this hour of the day, except sit amonst strangers and look at her bare, cold hands that were pale as ice.
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Post by Vike Legendhand on Jan 4, 2007 22:59:27 GMT -5
Vike felt hunted and alone. Beaxbatons was here. Beaxbatons was here. He kept on repeating that in his mind. He needed just to wash his head from the memories. The happy ones, and the one bad one. Why had he done it? And why, oh, why was his rambling over it?
Vike slowly walked into the Social Room and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs, not noticing Amelia sitting by the fire.
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Post by A.melia B.lanc on Jan 5, 2007 19:40:43 GMT -5
Amelia felt a familiar figure walk in, and hunched over in her chair. Why was he here? she thought worridly. She didn't want to get hurt again, so she slowly rose, trying to tiptoe to the door. Being silent on foot wasn't her best quality though. She ended up digging her four inch heel into a hole, and fell head over heel, dislodging herself from her shoe. She hit the ground hard, a hollow thud emitting from the ground. "Ow." she said, getting up quickly. In this uniform, you never knew what could be showing! She brushed some dirt off of her skirt, trying to find her shoe. There it was, stuck and wouldn't budge.
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Post by Vike Legendhand on Jan 8, 2007 18:26:42 GMT -5
Vike's amber eyes darted around, clutching the arm chair ready for something to attack him. He sighed, realizing it was a girl. He gathered his robes and walked over. "Need some help Miss?" he asked, Australian charm hitting hard.
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Post by A.melia B.lanc on Jan 8, 2007 19:04:32 GMT -5
Amelia giggled slightly. He still didn't know it was she? "No, sir. I am perfectly fine." she said, her French accient thick and noticeable. "I am so sorry to bozer you." she said, brushing away her curls to reveal her face to him. Vike. So he truely was here. A deep longing stirred within her, but she pushed it away, forcing herself to remember his betrayal instead. She got up, trying hard to pull it out from its lodge. "Oh dear, it ezz stuck!" she said, huffing and puffing to get it out.
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Post by Vike Legendhand on Jan 8, 2007 19:12:31 GMT -5
Vike's mouth went into a big O. He nodded. "Hi Amelia." he muttered, sighing. Now it was the battle between the good and the bad in his head. Help her, or watch her suffer? Now the bad side was winning, but the good side pulled out a bazooka and assianated the bad side's president. Vike sighed, kneeling down by where the shoe was. He pulled out his wand. "Accio Shoe." he muttered, and the shoe went flying at him, hitting him in the face. "Here." he said, handing the sheo to Amelia, putting a hand on his eye where the shoe had kicked him.
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Post by A.melia B.lanc on Jan 8, 2007 19:50:05 GMT -5
Amelia smiled, pulling out her wand. She didn't need to say her spell, just to think it. His eye swelled, then healed. "Thank you, Vike." She said, glad he had at least helped her. She examined the shoe, noting it would almost take a week to get the materials to repair it porperly. "You deedn't recognize me, deed you?" She said, her smile faltering.
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Post by Vike Legendhand on Jan 8, 2007 20:00:58 GMT -5
"Your welcome." Vike said. "Thanks." He added. Vike bit his lip trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make him sound like a arse. "I'm a little dazed." he said quickly. He was really dazed. From trying to enter the Twi Wizard.
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Post by A.melia B.lanc on Jan 8, 2007 22:05:41 GMT -5
Amelia nodded, a little sarcasim entering her soft voice. "Oh yes, I entered it too. Do you theenk you vill get picked?" She asked, forcing herself backwards, towards the door. She liked to see him. She WANTED to see him. But the depth of what he had done was too much for her. and she wasn't all that sure he wanted to see her at all. In fact, he was probably dreading it. Her question hung in the air as she stopped her feet from moving. "I ope you vill. You are a great wizard, Vike." she said, lowering her icy eyes to the floor.
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