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Tweak says, "butter-voiced beau"

Willow Rosenberg (kindagay) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-30 00:25:00

Entry tags:

!open, scorpius malfoy, willow rosenberg

WHO: Willow Rosenberg and OPEN
WHAT: Meditation, to start with. Who knows from there.
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHERE: The courtyard in between the Housing Buildings
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Magic is everywhere. It is in the grass upon which you sit, in the very air that you breathe. Magic is everywhere and it is up to you to remain in constant balance with all of it. The words had served as a guiding light, once. After Tara's death, after losing herself to the pain and darkness, after nearly destroying the world, those words had given her hope. Direction. A chance to learn how to control the magic that coursed through her veins.

Right now, unfortunately, all they were doing was causing her to huff in frustration.

A pair of bright green eyes re-opened for what seemed like the tenth time in the past minute. There was a light breeze that swept her red hair about ever so slightly, and Willow smiled up at the scattering of trees that made up a section of the courtyard where she was sitting. They looked as out of place as she felt in this city - surrounded by buildings and other people who either knew her to be fictional or didn't know her at all. Her friends were here, a few of them at least, but at the moment they might as well be clear on the other side of the world for all the good it was doing her.

Truthfully, Willow couldn't say why she felt so restless and out of sorts. She wanted to blame it on the recent transformation from herself into her evil, undead vampire self, but she knew that wasn't it. She'd been feeling restless before that change had taken place and she had no idea whatsoever how to make the feeling stop.

So she decided to meditate. Clearly a good intention but not so easy when put to practice. Even sitting on the grass rather than the available picnic tables - so as to be closer to the earth itself - wasn't helping to calm her. Nor were the birds chirping overhead, or the slowly-setting sun that was just barely peeking out above the buildings around her. With another heavy sigh, Willow re-closed her eyes and tried to focus on those same thoughts again.

It might have worked this time, although she doubted it, but the sound of someone else entering the courtyard made her once again reopen her eyes. This time in curiosity, though, rather than annoyance at her inability to focus for more than a few seconds at a time.

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betterthanmost
2009-07-30 05:04 am UTC (link)

Scorpius though a walk would do him some good. He still couldn't believe how Rose had woken him up. Well.. actually, he could. They were Slytherins, after all. Then there was the matter of ickle Voldy being here. Cripes, that kid was even creepy as a boy! Scor hoped the boy never discovered his future. Luckily, Tom wouldn't make anyone read the books to him.

When he entered the courtyard, he noticed the redheaded woman. She was sitting, doing... something. He wondered if the woman was related to the Wesley family in any way. Couldn't hurt to find out. He waved at her, smiling slightly. "Umm... hello there."

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kindagay
2009-07-30 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Willow blinked at the sight of the newcomer. Instantly her sharp mind began connecting dots in a rapid succession. British. Chock full of magic. Light blond hair. My guess would be a Malfoy. She could be wrong, of course. After all, her red hair didn't make her a Weasley even if most everyone from the Wizarding World seemed to assume otherwise. So rather than jump to conclusions that might be ill-conceived, Willow simply offered him a cheerful smile and wave.

"Hi!" she exclaimed. Slowly rising to her feet, she brushed the dirt and grass from her pants. "I'm, um, not in your way am I? Because I can always meditate in the park, or on the roof, o-or even in my room even if that's a little less in-tune with nature and kinda stifling but still, if you have some sort of schedule you keep that involves you needing the courtyard I can go."

Stop babbling, Willow. Just stop. The mental command seemed to work and her mouth snapped shut as she waited for his response.

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betterthanmost
2009-08-01 07:14 pm UTC (link)

Scorpius wondered if she had been a Ravenclaw in another life. They sure loved to talk. They talked a lot. It could be annoying. But not now, right now he was just amused and happy. "Oh no, you're just fine where you are. I'm just taking a stroll. I don't really have a schedule anymore."

He stepped toward her and offered a hand in greeting. "My name is Scorpius Malfoy. Though you could probably see that from my hair. Or maybe my accent. Or the green colors I'm wearing. Or.. well, maybe the hotness gave it away. Typical Malfoy trait, you know. And what's your name?"

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