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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Nov 29, 2006 21:19:14 GMT -5
Griffin had an exhausting day at his classes. He could barely focus on what he was doing with himself, including walking. He got dizzy whenever he stood up, and his heart was pounding against his chest. he had never had a day like this.
Looking at the ground, Griffin was making his way to another Robe store, trying to find Linneua Brand, which he could never find. He once saw his cousin wear it, and then he had to have it. It was funny how Griffin paid attention to his clothing, but that's what people first see when they look at you. And Griffin had to keep himself at standard... no matter how close the generic bran looked to the brand he wanted.
The sidewalk was strange. It sloped to one side, and then further down, it would slop to the other side. Griffin wasn't paying attention to that. He was thinking about the robe he wanted, and was focusing on how to walk. He was just to tired to do this, and he needed that robe. After looking down the whole way, Griffin happened to notice confetti on the ground. He then looked to the left, and saw a very, very cheesy tea shop. Looking at the ceiling, Griffin could see small sprites dressed as little Cupids. They were throwing confetti on the customers, whom were looking extremely annoyed. Griffin couldn't help letting out a small laugh. He then saw a sign that read, SELLING COFFEE. He then went inside, thinking the coffee would help him.
As soon as Griffin walked in the door, an old woman crowded him, asking where he would like to sit. The old lady had grey hair, and very blue eyes. She had half-moon spectacles, and was extremely thin, as if she hadn't eaten in ages. Griffin said a booth(even though he didn't have a love to sit with), and she clasped her long, wrinkly fingers around his arm, and dragged him all the way to a booth near the window, where he could watch the by passers. The old lady didn't introduce herself, and asked Griffin what he would like to eat and or drink.
"Um....," the lady was tapping her foot, "Mocha, cappuccino please."
Griffin hoped she would have it, and then he thought that they must since she immediately left for the back at the store. Griffin then closed his eyes, resting, and wished someone would come and relinquish this boredom.
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 3, 2006 11:34:00 GMT -5
Her heart was pounding, mind was racing, and tears pouring down her face. Her pace quicked as she saw the nearest shop, not to happy that it was Madam Puddifoots but didn't care. Isolde could not believe what had just happend. She always knew that her father took monthly trips to Hogsmede, but not to caress another woman and totally snog her in front of everyone walking by. Had he even known that she saw? Isolde didn't care she burst into the store and the scrawny looking woman ran up right in her face.
"My dear, there are no more seats. I will have to seat you with the young man who just came in." She said grabbing Isolde by the wrist and dragging her back to the booth.
Isolde didn't say anything and sat down as the woman pushed her, almost knocking heads with Griffin. She didn't say anything but buried her face with her hands. Isolde knew she looked like crap right now, but really she didn't look all that bad. She looked up as the woman walked away,almost prancing away. She didn't know what to say to Griffin.
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 3, 2006 20:47:16 GMT -5
"Will you please stop hitting me?" Griffin asked. He was getting annoyed as it is.
"Um..." Jakob looked confused, "No." He then hit Griffin again, laughing the third time.
"Dude," Griffin tried to sound kind, but couldn't keep it like that, " This is getting annoying. Do I have to pull my wand out again?" He looked Jakob straight in the dark pale eyes.
"Um..."Apparantly, Griffin was affecting Jakob... hopefully, "No."
Guess not. Griffin pulled his wand out, yet another time.
"CR-!"
The dream had stopped. Griffin's flat pillow had just moved(the table), and he had raised his head. His groggy eyes were less tired, and he was less dizzy. He could actually look straight without the room moving. He really does need to get some more sleep every night, so he wouldn't have this effect.
He rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep out, and the felt his hot, coffee beside his shoulder. looking straight ahead, Griffin saw a girl. He jumped, and moved the table getting coffee on the floor. He had never met her before, and was staring in her eyes, filled with moisture, and were red, with mascara rolling down her eyes. Griffin was extremely startled.
"Who the hell are you?" Oops... Wrong thing to say.
"I'm... sorry. Um, hi, my name is Griffin." He held out his hand, hoping she would shake it after him acting like the way he just did. He then couldn't help but notice that she was terrifyingly sorrowed by something. She was beautiful, though, he could give her that.
"It maybe out of my place, but could I ask you what is wrong? Talking about it may help, even though you had just met me." He gave a comforting smile, trying to help her.
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 3, 2006 21:45:03 GMT -5
Isolde was a little starlted at his responce of her sitting next to him. After all it was not her fault at all, it was the damn waitress. "Sorry not meaning to intrude." She said whipping the tears away from her face. "The waitress said there was no other room and just pushed me into this booth." She said shifting her legs around and accdently kicking him in the foot. "So sorry." She blushed slightly. After making him wait a few seconds, while holding out his hand she extended hers. "Isolde." Was all she managed to say before the waitress had come back, bugging her once again. "I don't want anything!" She cried trying to get her to leave her alone.
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 4, 2006 18:21:46 GMT -5
"Sorry not meaning to intrude." "The waitress said there was no other room and just pushed me into this booth." Griffin looked up at her in surprise. He's actually had no one apologize to him before. It was strange. After going through all these years with friends, not one of them has ever thought to say, "Sorry." Of course, Griffin looks like he really doesn't care. But, when someone comes crying into a shop, it was sort of hard not too care... especially if they were sitting right in front of you. Griffin gave a small smile, and said, "It's fine. It's not everyday a girl comes and sits by you, anyways." He was smiling, grinning his best smile. He hoped he had made a good smile, since he hasn't made that action in a while. Griffin looked down at his stretched hand, wondering whether or not she would shake it. Griffin saw that she moved around just a bit, and kicked him accentually. Griffin saw her face turn red, but his did not. It was strange how your emotions could disappear when you haven't used them. Griffin saw that she then shook his hand, and said, "Isolde." Griffin couldn't help it, since it was hard not too compliment on a name like that. By this time, Griffin had forgotten his "hypnotizing power:[the power to change eye color according to mood, and to enchant others; this may or may not work according to the strength of power of the beholder], and decided to try it. He decided to change the color to gold, and then... Would you like anything my dear? Coffee, or anything. in her strange, old voice. Isolde had a bit of an outburst, and Griffin stood up, and trying to practice a bit before using it on Isolde. He changed his eye color to a bright pink; enchanting. "If you will, please leave us alone? We will call for you whenever we need anything." She then backed up, and gasped as she left. He sat back down, and asked, "Where were we?" [[[OoC; Sorry if I god-modded the waitress a but this was hard. ]
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 4, 2006 19:03:00 GMT -5
Isolde watched in astonishment as Griffin kept changing his eye colors. The only time hers changed was in the dark verse in the light. She watched them change from gold then to pink, it was something that made her melt almost like she was drawn to them in some sort of way. Finally she got out of her gaze and cleared her throat slightly as she watched Griffin tell of the waitress. "My my." Isolde was kind of suprised that he had just said that, but was glad the pesky waitress was out of her hair. "Oh yes. What house are you in?" Was the first question that came to mind.
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 9, 2006 9:39:27 GMT -5
"My my."
Griffin didn't know what to say after that comment. It was a pretty hard comment to back up, since the comment was said as, like, a surprise. Griffin left that thought, and said,
" My, OH, my."
He smiled, and then had a straight face, and changed his eye color back to green as he had started off as. He smiled, not knowing what to say, he took a sip of his mocha. He had had better, but this was alright. The old lady must have fixed it.
"Oh yes. What house are you in?"
Griffin paused for a second. What house was she in?He then realized an automatic Slytherin rule. You're not allowed to date other people in other house, nor become friends. DATING? Why would he think about that right now, of all things to think about? Why would he even want to date her? Maybe her hair, her eyes, the way she smiles.... No, NO! If she was in another house, no. But, yes, then no, then yes again. Griffin had stopped thinking again, and had said,
"Slytherin, " He paused again. She probably thought him to be mentally incompetent, "And you?" He asked with a smile.
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 9, 2006 12:11:09 GMT -5
Isolde smiled as he spoke, until the words left his mouth that he was Slytherin. She had nothing against them, but most were found to be rude. Maybe Griffin was an exception, he seemed really nice, not like normal Slytherin’s. “I’m in Hufflepuff, but I was supposed to be in Ravenclaw.” She said rolling her eyes not wanting to think about it that much. Isolde was amused by him changing his eye color, but tried not to stare to much. She placed her hands on the table, to reveal her brand new french manicure.
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 10, 2006 20:31:22 GMT -5
Griffin felt a strange change in the atmosphere whenever the word, "Slytherin", had left his mouth. It was as if strong differences between the two that were sitting at that table were colliding into one. But not near as bad when Griffin heard Isolde saying that she was in Hufflepuff. Griffin fidgeted his fingers on the table just a bit, and looked up at the ceiling.
A Huffledork!, He thought, Ugh. Maybe not as bad as some others, not near as bad... Actually she is great! But, a Huffledork, indeed.
He let out a sigh, hearing Isolde's story where she should have been a Ravenclaw. A Ravenclaw being a friend with a Slytherin isn't as bad as it would be with a Hufflepuff. But, oh well. Griffin decided to leave the thought, and not care for it now. Griffin looked back at Isolde, and saw she put her hands on the table. Griffin had a sudden urge to put his hands on top of hers, but waited. He also saw she had very "made-up" nails.
"So, how old are you?" Griffin couldn't help but ask that question. She seemed a bit around his age, maybe older. He hoped she wasn't that old. It may cause differences, if they were to... WHY was he thinking about that now? He couldn't tell if they were even friends. He gave another sigh, awaiting for a reply.
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 11, 2006 16:40:40 GMT -5
Isolde knew exactly what he was thinking. ’ewww a Hufflepuff!’ She knew the fact of being Hufflepuff was not cool, but she liked that house, and the people in her house as well. Yes maybe she would have been better off in Ravenclaw or Slytherin, just as long as she wasn’t placed in Gryffindor where her parents were! She eyed him as he asked his questions, wondering how on earth someone could be as cute as him. “I’m fifteen. And yourself?” She asked trying to sound as sweet as can be.
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 14, 2006 17:24:03 GMT -5
Wow. It was extremely quiet. I guess they really didn't have that much to say to each other. He then took another sip of his mocha, and drank many gulps. He put his glass down to hear that Isolde said she was fifteen. Griffin sat there a bit frozen.
He stared at her a bit for a second, popped his knuckles. He always did that whenever he was nervous. It used to bother his teacher at his magic elementary school. She used to make him write sentences for doing it.
"Wow," He said, not even knowing what to say, " I'm thirteen." He stared at the ground at his last word.
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 14, 2006 18:08:02 GMT -5
Isolde watched Griffin take a sip, and did the same thing. The hot green tea warmed up her throat as it slid all the way down to her stomach. It made her warm up slightly, and a smile spread across her face. Who cared if he was 13? She had only just turned 15 about a month ago. Isolde crossed her legs, about to speak when the waitress walked over and refilled her glass. "Thank you." She nodded. "Well I just turned fifteen." Isolde said smiling at Griffin
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 18, 2006 21:18:52 GMT -5
Griffin looked at Isolde. He had been wondering whether or not she was on the OOTP, or a DE, but he would never tell her which one he was. Griffin swished his long hair to the side, finally getting out of his eyes. Griffin saw the waitress come over her. Not again! But this time, she seemed to be calm and collective. She pured water and left. Griffin smiled a bit, glad some people could take a hint. He at Isolde.
Isolde told Griffin that she had just turned fifteen. This made Griffin last just a bit, he didn't know why, either. He looked out the window, watching people walk by with shopping bags, and it was snowing. Griffin saw that one couple was holding hands, which made Griffin completely awkward with Isolde. He hoped she didn't see them. Griffin couldn't think of anything to say, and wished he could go see a play soon. For some reason, muggle plays were much better than the Magical play. He wondered if she had seen any lately. He looked back at Isolde, and he pretty face, and noticed her hands were still lying on the table.
"Have you ever seen Les Miserables?" He asked, with a smile.
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Post by Isolde Fialdini on Dec 19, 2006 8:17:35 GMT -5
Isolde watched the scranny waitress walk off, and then turned her attention back to Griffin. She began to drum her nails on the table again, it was just a habit. With out saying anything to respond Isolde grabbed her tea and took a quick sip. After she set the cup down a warm smile spread across her face, like Griffin had just made her day or something. Truth was, he had thought of something to talk about! "No I don't think I have even heard of that." Isolde said pushing her hair out of her eyes. "What is it about?"
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Post by Griffin Diricawl Porlock on Dec 26, 2006 19:59:43 GMT -5
Isolde had just asked Griffin what was Les Miserables was about. It was hard to put your favorite play in words, especially since the play was five hours long, and the book was pretty thick, about 1,620 pages. That was a pretty short book compared to Griffin's readings he had experienced since he had gotten to Hogwarts. His mind had slipped just a bit in the library.
"Well," He took a second to gather his thoughts,"It basically centers around love."
His faced turned a bit red and he continued, "It all starts with a convict, Jean Valjean, and he becomes free. Then many, many adventures happen until he gets a child. He got this child, Cossete, from Fantin, who died being sick. She ad asked him to take her before she died. Cossete has many adventures also, and she falls in love with Marius. Marius has to go to war soon, the French Revolution, and he left Cossete. There is a girl, named Eponine, who comes along and absolutely loves Marius and would do anything for him. While at war, Eponine follows along, being Marius's mail messenger for them. Once while traeling, she got shot, and died in Marius's arms."
Griffin paused for a second, taking a drink. Hoping it would create suspense and cause her to go with him sometime to see the play.
"Marius eventually comes home, even though most of his friends have died away. Him and Cossete get married, and at the end, Jean Valjean dies. It is very interesting. Maybe you would like to borrow the book sometime?"
He wished she would want to borrow the book so he had another excuse to talk to her. He then looked into her eyes.
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