rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
Posts: 149
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Post by rowan anne hall on Aug 15, 2011 12:13:39 GMT -5
Rowan had given a wry smile when she saw the note that proclaimed there was a party tonight. The first thing she did was take a trip to the near by town's bakery and purchased three dozen cookies. Getting about half a dozen of some of their most popular kinds. With that done, and three medium sized boxes under her arm, she could spend the rest of the afternoon getting ready.
Pulling on a pair a semi-transparent black tights underneath a black skirt that had a small embroidered pattern of gray roses along the hem. She mulled a bit on which blouse to wear before finally deciding on a slim white one with pin tucking along the front. A silky black ribbon was tied into a bow under her collar. As a finishing touch to her outfit she grabbed a black vest that had a small, scalloped trim of black lace on it. Tying her russet hair in a low ponytail and securing it with a black ribbon she marched out confidently in her black Victorian styled ankle boots.
By the time she made it to the main common room a couple of people had already arrived. Glancing around she saw a few familiar faces. Placing the cookies on the table she looked for someone to talk to. Spying Damien, she walked over to say hello. "Good evening Damien. Any idea on who sent the letters?"
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Post by damien allan forrester on Aug 15, 2011 13:44:10 GMT -5
Damien quickly nodded to Aaron and James and then turned to greet Rowan. "Hi miss Rowan. I'm sorry but I havent got the foggest idea! I take it that it wasn't ye." His voice was exceedingy happy. "I must say ye look lovely tonigth" he added.
For a moment he pondered on what to say. "So have ye read anything nice this semester? I've been looking sumthing again but haven't got anything yet."
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Aug 15, 2011 15:02:38 GMT -5
Caitlyn rose from the sudden influx of people. Two more boys and Rowan had arrived. Caitlyn was relieved to see that people were finally arriving. She took another sip from her cup and savored the taste of the drink. She found herself greatly enjoying the way it almost burned down her throat. It was a new sensation for Caitlyn, and it didn't occur to her that she perhaps she should have practiced some caution before having carelessly served herself some of the drink. She blushed profusely from the drink, her confidence ever on the rise. She was beginning to feel adventurous, and she wasn't sure if it was her clothes, her drink, or the secret affair. Maybe it was a combination of the three.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Aug 19, 2011 20:32:00 GMT -5
"I'm happy to see you too," he said. He hadn't expected to see her tonight. He was still thinking about her letter response. A picnic date and a swim. It could be fun, but he wasn't sure he could swim in the pond. He had to think about that, and now she was here. What would happen if she asked him. He realized, suddenly he had been staring off into space at her corset. He really hoped he wasn't some sort of pervert. He looked to the table where the food needed to go.
"I've got the box, thanks for offering!" He set the package down and carefully began unwrapping it. He spread out the slices of sweet bread until they were perfect.
He heard the voice of James enter the room. Again, he was once again running into everyone at the wrong time. He had hoped to speak to him in private when he had arrived. Yet, somehow, they had managed to miss each other and never even so much as exchanged a word.
He thought about running up and giving his friend a hug. But, was that the kind of thing a boy in this school did? He frowned at himself. "Hey, James! Long time no see!" He had managed to push away his frown by that point. Now, he felt super confused on what to do. He had to catch up with James, but not here, and talk to Caitlyn about plans, but maybe not here. And what could he talk about here? He hadn't the slightest idea.
Viljo walked over to the corner and took a seat. He let his mind brood while he figured out what the hell he was supposed to do next.
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Post by james fitzgerald redd on Aug 20, 2011 13:40:35 GMT -5
Her hair was getting too long. She had cut it some time ago, but already it was reaching her shoulders again. She curled a finger around a lock of red, pausing when she heard a familiar voice, almost startled really. The enthusiasm was, probably, expected, but she really wasn't sure about that either. She had departed so quickly that...
But the facade slipped itself into place as a warm, cheerful smile perched itself onto her mouth as always. "Viljo, it's nice to see you."
Her hand dropped from her hair--what a girlish thing to do. Though, before she could say anything further, the boy had retreated as quickly as he had arrived. James blinked, raising her brows. Was he mad? Upset? At her?
James contemplated on following--was it a good idea? Regardless of how closely anyone else was watching--if at all--she was uncertain whether or not approaching him at this point was, if he was agitated at her at least, the best thing to do. A small sigh pushed through her lips, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling.
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
Posts: 149
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Post by rowan anne hall on Aug 30, 2011 9:57:54 GMT -5
"Pity," she said with a small smile, "I am ever so curious on who sent these letters." It would give her some amusement to try and ferret out the culprit of the party and the letters. She looked forward to tonight's activities.
"I read a little bit over the semester. My mother sent me two books of this one series that I loved. I am eagerly waiting for the next book."
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Sept 3, 2011 16:34:11 GMT -5
Viljo had been sitting in the corner brooding for far too long. He was being rude to everyone. This had to end. He had to make it right. He had to fix this. First off, he was being rude to Caitlyn even after apologizing. And he was being rude to James, something he would need to fix another way, perhaps when he could talk with him alone.
He stood up and walked across the room to whee Caitlyn was standing. He placed an arm on her shoulder and turned her towards him. Again, he blushed as he saw how she looked in her outfit. "Look, I'm sorry I'm being rude. I've had a very rough last couple of months. Please forgive me."
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Post by damien allan forrester on Sept 5, 2011 13:26:16 GMT -5
Damien smiled. "Would ye want to give me the name f this series? I migth wanna check it out."
He was silent for a moment. "I'm trying to be in my best behaviour. How do ye think I'm doing?"
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Sept 22, 2011 16:21:48 GMT -5
Caitlyn was surprised by the rather assertive motion Viljo had taken in placing his arm over her shoulder and turning her around. He apologized for being rude to her and how he has had a rough time for the last couple of months. She thought it was rather odd that he was apologizing and asking for her to forgive him. She hadn't found him rude at all. Not at all, she was all too happy to see him.
Her cheeks became inexplicably rosy and she smiled a smile that she thought was halfway between friendly and seductive. "No need to apologize, Viljo. You've been awfully gracious for a rude man tonight, you know," she said with a giggle. "It makes me wonder how you would be if you were any more rude or perhaps even angry..." Caitlyn contemplated for a moment if that was the wisest thing to say, and wondered why she had said it at all.
Caitlyn silently took another sip from her cup.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Sept 29, 2011 0:00:37 GMT -5
He considered what he should do. These social events were new to him. He knew how to be polite, but not how to conduct a conversation. One of the ways he could be polite would be to see to drinks and other refreshments. He glanced at Caitlyn's cup.
"It looks like you are almost out. I'll go get you another cup. I brought some sweet bread and set it on the table over there. Feel free to try some."
Viljo turned and walked over to the punch bowl. He took two new cups, filled them both and took a sip from one of them. The taste was slightly off. It tasted like normal fruit mix, but there was something added. He gave Damien a glance and wondered if he might have punched the drink. If he had, Viljo wasn't going to speak up about it. He didn't want to look like he didn't recognize the taste of alcohol.
He walked back to Caitlyn and handed her the cup he hadn't sipped from. "How about a toast to our return?"
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