For Bec. I have such a unique spirit animal xD
Indeed you do…. ehehe
There she is || Mosier
It was snowing. The white flakes framed the window, lingered in the air as if it was a softer raindrop. The frost was visible on the clear glass and it was so distracting. Marlene had no idea as to why she was taking a Muggle Studies class when she had friends like Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald to help her out with functioning out in the muggle world - if she ever does venture out there. But it was an easy class, one in which helped with her laziness when it comes to schoolwork and studying. The Professor was droning on and on about some nonsense that Marlene did not bother to pay attention to, instead, the snow outside seemed like a better idea.
First snowfall of the year and she was stuck in a classroom.
As the Professor went on to explain what a telephone was and how it is used in the muggle world, Marlene suddenly felt eyes upon her figure. Turning her blue eyes towards the doorway, she spotted a mischievous boy staring at her, and she swore that she had to duck her head to hide the growing smile that was appearing on her face. Evan Rosier was snickering at her, his tall form hidden by the shadows, but the gleam in his eyes was visible as day. Narrowing her eyes at him a little bit, she waved her arms to kick him out of the classroom before he gets in trouble. She does not fancy another detention with him at all. Not that she does not want to be around him - she does - she just hates cleaning.
‘Go away.’ She mouthed with a smile on her face.
Evan shook his head with a wide grin upon his face. He pulled a face when their Professor continued to talk about this contraption that could reach anyone you want to talk to. Evan himself had never taken Muggle Studies past when it was compulsory He tried to imagine his father’s face if he did. He would turn positively blue at the thought of it, Why do we need to blend with them? they’re the inferior race! He would tell Evan. Evan cocked his head at Marlene and shut his eyes, pretending to fall asleep.
How long did this class go on for anyway?
Then the bell rang and Evan perked up considerably as the class fell into the normal post class disarray. Evan grinned when Marlene emerged before cupping her face in his hands, his lips meeting hers.
“Hey,” he said softly with a soft smile. “So, it’s snowing and you know the tradition and everything… the boys impress the girls with their amazing snow fight skills while the girls squeal and pretend to find the whole thing distasteful when they actually think it’s delightable,” Evan told Marlene with a grin, “So are you ready to get owned Mckinnon?” Because after all, everything between Evan and Marlene has always been a competition.
Oh and I just want to say that it’s been a year since this rp started! Crazy huh?
There she is || Mosier
The first snowfall of the year is always the most memorable day. It’s the day when everyone is in high spirits, when high pitched shrieks and laughter is bounced around the castle after the commencement of a fresh snow fight. It’s dodging said fights or starting them yourself. But above all it’s magical. The sort of natural magic that romantics write poetry about.
By now Evan knew Marlene’s timetable off by heart. He even knew which classes she would bolt out of at the hint of the bell. It was a Wednesday afternoon and Evan had no classes after lunch. On top of that it was bloody cold, which meant that he really had no excuse not to be studying. The cold didn’t bother Evan all that much, one would have to get used to it after living in England since they were born.
Evan had been just leaving the dungeons when he heard a gleeful 5th year tell her friends that she thought that she could smell snow. Evan couldn’t help but snort, drawing some dirty looks to himself. He shrugged before heading to the main staircase. It was mid November, sure it was cold but it couldn’t be snow yet. Of course it wasn’t unheard of, but the daily prophet hadn’t reported anything on the subject. Evan continued to trace his steps to where Marlene had muggle studies. He almost mistook it for rain when he looked out the window, now that wouldn’t be a surprise, but it was far to slow and….white. Like a moth draw to a light he walked over to the window and looked out at what was unmistakeably snow fall. He didn’t know how long he stood there, just watching it, eventually it began to fall heavier and in thick sheets. Yep, this would definitely stick.
The euphoria began to fill him as he grinned out the window. Just brilliant. With a new skip to his step he continued up the flight of stairs, no longer really caring that it was really bloody cold outside. In no time he had reached the muggle studies classroom. The classroom door was left open, so Evan sidled to the side so that he would be blind to the Professor. He instantly began to scan the rows of bored looking students, heads propped on hands. Eyes staring off to nowhere. Some students had also made the recent discovery of snowfall and where paying it more attention than their Professor. Evan finally spotted her and smirked a little. Of course she was sitting at the back, and of course she had spotted the snow and was paying her Professor absolutely no attention.
At first he simply got to admire her from afar. He didn’t care that he was probably earning a few curious looks from the rest of the student body, for Marlene was all he could see. Today her hair was thrown into a careless ponytail which only accentuated her perfect structure. The classic curve of her shoulders, the elegant sweep of her neck. He could really just stand their watching forever. Then as if she could sense he was watching her, her gaze flicked up to his. Her soft baby blues meeting his dark brown. He beamed. Then with a composed smile, he furrowed his brows, the corners of his mouth only turning down a little as he nodded his head in the direction of where her Professor was currently teaching.
All In White - The Vaccines
Yeah. I’m trying to stay on Mum and Dad’s good side for a little bit. Well, the equivalent of a good side anyhow. I’ve had far too much schoolwork to think much about causing trouble.
Ah, the goody stage. Well I can’t complain because I actually do care about your safety. If you need any help with your schoolwork let me know, yeah?