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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 17, 2011 23:04:00 GMT
It was the weekend, finally. Quidditch wasn't until later and Rochelle had already finished her assignments for the weekend. So now she could sit and fret, thinking of something going wrong during the game and Jerad getting hurt. It was Ravenclaw versus Slytherin today and it seemed the Slytherin team had reputation for not being fair.
With her time to spear that she had, Rochelle did some exploring around the castle grounds. It was easier to explore the grounds than the inside of the castle after all. It was alot less likely to get lost outside.
After some wandering she came to the edges of the lake and sat down at the shade of a tree. Rochelle watched the slight breeze create small tides in the lake.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANONA on May 19, 2011 19:16:34 GMT
Bert walked down to the lake, a huge grin slapped onto his face. The weather was windy, but that didn’t bother him. All the more reason to go and cheer people up, no matter how many times people told him he was annoying he knew that they all loved, or at least he thought they did.
As Bert came closer to the lake he saw a girl sitting under the tree by the lake, she wasn’t in his year, he knew that for sure. But then who was she? Did it matter? Bert was up to meeting new people and plus she looked as if she needed a little cheering up, and he knew the perfect person to do that.
Bert went to go sit right next to the girl, and grinned at her. He was told he had the tendency to scare people off, though how he did not know. He never did anything scary as such.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 19, 2011 21:15:45 GMT
Rochelle felt the presence of someone coming toward her. But she didn't move, didn't look to see who it was. It surprised her though that the person, a boy, sat right next to her, without a word. She looked at him curiously. "Am I... in your... spot?" She tried to think of the right phrasing. Her accident was still thick, but Benji had been helping her to be more understandable.
She started to gather her purse to move before he could even answer her. Since coming her, Rochelle had felt more out of place and in the way than she had ever felt before.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANONA on May 21, 2011 12:55:19 GMT
”No, don’t worry you’re not in my spot.” Bert replied to the girl.
She had an accent, though through it Bert understood what she was saying.
”You looked worried; I thought I’d come over and say hi!”
Bert loved this, he loved making people smile, and the thing was most of the time he could make them smile! It made him feel happy inside himself, he grinned again at the girl, broader than ever.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 21, 2011 17:30:41 GMT
Rochelle settled back, putting her things back on the ground next to her. "Good... because I have been feeling in people's way lately." She frowned. She hugged her stomach lightly and sighed. It was that obvious she was worried?
"It's Quidditch today. I am worried for my..." she bit her lip. Jerad didn't seem to what it to be common knowledge that they were engaged. "For my friends on the Ravenclaw team."
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANONA on May 22, 2011 18:33:12 GMT
”Ahh, Ravenclaw, house of the wise definitely not for me. Versing Slytherin aren’t they?
It was true that Bert wasn’t one of the smartest but he wasn’t exactly dim either.
”They’ll do fine! he added “…hopefully he said more to himself.
Bert held his hand out, ”I’m Bert, I’m in Hufflepuff he thought that introductions were in order.
But was this really all the girl was worried about, Ravenclaw losing in their quidditch match, no. Ther had to be something else, something more to this. But what? Bert really just wanted to ask out right, but he knew it would be rude, he needed to gain her trust first. The question was would he be able to get her to trust her. Most people did, he was a trustworthy person, or so he thought and most of his friends did.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 22, 2011 20:45:14 GMT
She nodded. It was a match against Slytherin, part of the reason she was worried. "It's not that I worry they won't win." She said. "I am worried he will get hurt." She didn't realize she said 'he' instead of 'they'. Though winning would be nice too.
Rochelle took his hand. "Rochelle Blanc. Gryffindor." She played with a stray strand of hair with her free hand. The hair started to change color. Rochelle couldn't really help it sometimes, it was like a mood ring with a mind of it's own. First it turned black, then auburn red, to purple and back to brown.
It also seemed to do that when Rochelle had alot on her mind and she changed it without realizing it. She frowned when she finally noticed it changing. "Stop that!" She told her hair. "You're not supposed to do that."
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANONA on May 25, 2011 18:08:30 GMT
Bert looked at Rochelle’s hair turning different colours, ” Metamorphagis I guess, I always find them quite interesting, nothing special about me though. No! Entirely normal”
That was something that Bert didn’t like about himself, he wasn’t a animagus or a metamorphagais, he was just a wizard. But he thanked his luck stars for that, as being muggle born there wasn’t a huge chance that he could even be a wizard.
Bert smiled at Rochelle, in a way to comfort her that Ravenclaw were going to be ok. But it seemed that she was worried about one particular person and not the whole team and for that there must be a reason. Bert didn’t like to pry but sometimes curiosity got the better of him.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 25, 2011 18:55:31 GMT
She nodded. "Oui.... though I wish I wasn't." The idea of being able to look like anything. Rochelle just wanted to look like herself, be herself. But she wasn't allowed. She had to be Jerad's wife, Jerad's perfect counterpart. Jerad's this, Jerad's that.
Of course, Rochelle had come to terms with the arranged marriage part... put why couldn't she be her own person in said marraige.
"There is nothing wrong with being normal," she told the boy. "Normal life... normal family, normal friends...." The girl was close to tears. She hid her face and sniffled, trying to stop herself.
"I want to go home," she muttered softly.
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Post by BERT FYODOR IVANONA on Jun 9, 2011 17:54:32 GMT
“Home?” Bert questioned her.
Bert found it hard to imagine going home, he loved being in Hogwarts more than anything. This was more of his home, than the muggle home he had to go home to in the summer.
Bert looked at the girl with thoughtful eyes, the wind blew against them. He turned to look at the
girl, something in his stomach dropped. He hated seeing people hurt or upset. He sat where he was unsure of what to do now.
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