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Post by Jared Beaton on Aug 17, 2009 23:06:23 GMT -1
It was true, he adored just sitting down in the middle of warmish weather, not hot, but warmish, so it wasn't too hot to sit in, but just right. Mid-day on a Saturday down at the lawns just chilling out, it was almost perfect for him, the only other thing he could want was his CD and a CD player of some sort to blast out, but he knew he'd have to wait till he got home to do that, and then he could get the train to Southsea and go to Southsea common and meet up with some people down there. He had to admit, being near the sea was quite lush, but the South of England seemed to have it the best, especially for the weather; they had less rainy days than the north did. He had to admit, it wasn't the same without his brother around at home, but then Hogwarts was like it always was; the letter home once a week, then receiving one back a few days later. That was his only form of communication with his whole family, and to be honest, he wouldn't even usually properly read the letters back; just skim over them for any pieces of information he might need for when he goes back home into the 'real' world, as he called it.
Oh, how he loved the sun, even when it wasn't beating down on his skin, it was still quite nice to sit under, an autumn slight tan? Full of win, or at least he thought so. He sat down, reading a book, like a Ravenclaw would, but it wasn't one of those magic books people buy, it was a book called Skin and Bone by Kathryn Fox, a muggle author. Quite intriguing, especially the murder technique; burning down the house with a frozen body inside, but he hadn't read the whole book as of yet, so he was still under the illusion that the body-builder was the murderer, little did he know it would be someone completely different. Although, he should have known; the murderer tended to be the person closest to the deceased, sick and twisted, of course, but it was completely true. A bird flew past him, twittering as it flew towards the general south direction of Hogwarts, so Jared could only guess the bird was going south for the winter; smart idea. He wouldn't complain if he spouted wings and managed to fly off south for the winter to some warmer country.
He yawned slightly, then laid down, placing the book over the small bright orb, so he could read his book without being blinded by the sun, though, he wouldn't object to someone coming to chat to him, he wasn't wearing anything particularly frightening, and he didn't look frightening; he had always assumed he looked like a nice, friendly face to be with, but then again, anyone could say that about themselves. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Zachary Taylor on Aug 18, 2009 2:22:59 GMT -1
Zach walked down the hall that lead to the lawn of the school with his hands stuffed in his pockets as usual, he actually ended up sliding the rest of the way down because the ground was rather damp so he stopped just next to Jared who he'd seen in class but he didn't really socialize he focused more on his studies then he did friendships except for those from Gryffindor that he considered friends. '' Sorry to disturb you.'' He said casually as he rubbed the back of his neck then reached into his jacket to pull out a small sketch pad which contained all his comic book drawings, he turned to his most recent drawing as he started to shade the character in more places. Looking straight ahead he didn't mean to be rude or anything he just liked the scenery plus the silenced made it easier for him to focus on his drawings which he hid from everyone but his family, friends or the friends he had anyways, it was nothing personal he was just very weary of his work cause although he'd been drawing since he learned how to write he was still an amateur.
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Post by Jared Beaton on Aug 18, 2009 9:28:25 GMT -1
"Sorry to disturb you."
One of the most over-used apologies ever, half the time the person didn't even mean it, but he just overlooked it; his book was getting really good and of course, he was getting into it. He finished off the last few sentences of his page then folded the corner of it over, as a sort of book mark, so he could find his page again. Oh, too many times had he meant to fold the page over but forgot to completely, resulting in him losing his page and getting very stressed and pissed off. He took a glance, looking up at the other seventh year; he recognized him from somewhere, but he couldn't figure out exactly where from, but that wasn't exactly important at that moment, sure, the ground was damp, but it was bearable, and anyway, he was sitting on his trench coat, so there was no risk of him getting too damp, if at all.
"Oh, it's no biggie. "
He said coolly, then placed his book in his bag which was sitting next to him, as if it was resting on his side, then he sat up, after of course, making some weird heaving noise to himself. He had always been used to the muggle way of life, so he still found it a bit unbelievable when he found out what magic could do for him, especially being seventeen, he could now use magic out of school legally, and the ministry could do sod all about it. It was like heaven, and considering his family know about magic and the wizarding world, he couldn't see a problem using it at home, either. He then snapped back into reality and looked back to the Gryffindor in front of him, well, he hadn't moved away yet, and really, the only decent thing to do was to offer him a seat.
He gestured with his hands as he moved his trench coat over a bit so they could both sit on it and keep themselves dry; sure, it would have seemed like something lovers might do, but who would want to sit on the cold and damp floor?
"You sitting down or standing up?"
He asked with a chuckle. Jared was one of those people who couldn't give a shit what other people thought, because most of the time, other people were wrong about what was really happening, most of them thought that Jared was just pmsing this year, but they didn't know the shit going on at home, well, apart from most of the professors, but they didn't really count as people, as they weren't students, were they? Of course not. He had to stop rambling to himself; one of his worst habits was getting into a train of thought at some of the worst times possible.
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Post by Zachary Taylor on Aug 18, 2009 18:35:13 GMT -1
'' Yeah''[/b] Zach said as he sat down on the jacket propping his sketch [ad on his knee while he filled in the remaining parts of the character he'd been working on totally forgetting his manners which was so unlike him, he cleared his throat then set his sketch pad down extending his hand to the boy. ''Zachary Taylor.''[/b] He said politely as he waited for for Jared to shake his hand smiling a little he rubbed the back of his neck waiting patiently for a response from the boy who he knew from meals even class, he didn't mean to be rude in class or outside of class he just had alot on his plate right now with his studies plus he'd be turning eighteen soon well in march of 1998 but that wasn't the point .
((it's ok mine's not much better.))
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Post by Jared Beaton on Aug 20, 2009 18:09:04 GMT -1
Jared looked at Zach's hand, then shook it with a friendly grin on his face.
"Jared. Jared Beaton."
He said introducing himself, then taking a glance at the sketch pad he realized how good that the other seventh year was at drawing. He had to admit, he did admire his talent, but he didn't want to let it show too much, otherwise he might come off as odd or freaky; something he could really do without; he needed friends, he wasn't going to lie, he wasn't desperate, but he needed friends to talk to when he was pissed off; drawing and writing, or singing his emotions out was beginning to lose it's touch, and maybe, well, maybe this guy could end up as a friend or something, but then again,t hat all depended on whether Zach was trolling around with the death eaters or not; if he was, he'd sure to be in for a fight at that very moment.
"Nice drawing mate. Well done."
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Post by Zachary Taylor on Aug 21, 2009 3:03:34 GMT -1
'' Nice to meet you although I've seen you in class, in the great hall during meals.'' Zach said as he rubbed the back of his neck then noticed Jared was commenting on his drawings, he blushed a little but flipped to the very 1st page of his sketch pad then handed it to Jared so he could see all the others he'd done. No one had ever commented his work not even his family they thought he was wasting his time with false dreams when he could become a great wizard or work for the ministry of magic someday, he just rolled his eyes as advice from his father raced threw his head he didn't wanna work for the ministry he wanted to be a cartoonist. Because he'd seen the looks on his little brother's faces when he showed them his art work, even then his father seemed disappointed which was nothing new it seemed Zach was always trying to impress his father while his mother adored him for who he was.
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Post by Jared Beaton on Aug 21, 2009 13:05:24 GMT -1
True, he had seen Zach in class, but he had never really spoke to him properly, maybe the odd hello here and there but nothing worth mentioning, really. He took the sketch pad from the other seventh year and flicked through it, admitting that the drawings weren't so amazing at the beginning, but they were a lot better as he progressed through the sketch pad thing. He passed it back to Zach and smiled, then placed his hands down next to him and leaned back a little bit.
"I'd keep up the good work on drawing, if I were you. Any career in mind? You could get far in the muggle world if you keep drawing like that."
He advised, trying not to sound too formal about it. He couldn't stand it when people were too formal about anything, even school dances; he didn't really attend to them any more, s they were WAY too formal about everything.
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