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Tweak says, "and he shall be my squishy."

whistle_willow (whistle_willow) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-05-02 03:33:00

Who: Art and open as usual
What: Flying in the quidditch pitch when interrupted
Where: Quidditch pitch
When: mid afternoon
Rating: Entirely up to who bites.

So everyone was studying for the test, big deal, so everyone was hiding out in the castle, again big deal, Art was definitely not like everyone for good or bad. Right now she was feeling the best she’d felt in weeks, she was flying, metaphorically and literally.

The wind splashed her face like icy water that somehow just heated her heart, the solitude suited her sometimes, and it was moments like this of just her and the sky, that she lived for. Little seconds in which everything seems to unravel before your eyes in the shape of a cloud or merely with the breeze. Memories tangling and solving in her minds, piece by piece like problems were simply caught in the air.

Art was so caught up, doing swirls and trying unusual moves that she failed blatantly to notice there was someone else there. She flinched at the thought of the “killer” but then she assumed if this was her time to meet him/her it was probably a good one as she had the high ground to put it simple. She turned to look at this intruder, see who else cared so little for study as to be wandering around.

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rubynights
2009-05-11 07:52 am UTC (link)

Laughing, Chandler waved her hand in dismissal. "Ravenclaw? Please, as if that was a challenge. You couldn't have played an easier game if the players were blind, deaf and dumb." Cold, she shoved her hands in her pockets, shoulders hunched against the raw breeze passing through the pitch.

She eyed the younger girl, debating about which direction she should take the conversation. Art was friends with quite a few people; Gemma, Polly, Claire-- Her brain stalled, clicked over, and a self-satisfied smirk spread across her lips. "How's that Claire Westbane bitch going?" she asked, trying to make it conversational. From what she'd seen in the journals something had gone down between the girls. Chandler couldn't help but wonder if Wes had had anything to do with it.

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