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Post by Castor Greengrass on Sept 9, 2011 21:36:40 GMT 1
Castor sat out near the middle of the paved courtyard. His weekend work cascaded out around him. It was still friday, but he wanted to finish it before tonight. He would always do his homework on quickly. Even if he didn't get the best marks on it. He was advised that it would be better to work in the library before, but he really didn't care. He couldn't work in such a false environment. It also made him feel foolish, sitting with all those people that knew the work better than he did around.
The sun was still quite high, as classes had only just ended half an hour earlier. Though distant clouds threatened to bring rain in the night. Castor could hear a lone cricket though it was more soothing than distracting to him. He placed his Herbology homework on his lap in front of him and jotted down everything he knew about Devil's Snare, which was only the name. After a moment of staring at the almost completely blank paper, Castor dug around for his Herbology book. It took awhile searching the entire stack of books but it was not there anyway.
Castor sighed as he rolled up the parchment he had started the report on and tucked it into his bag. He was about to start on another subject's work when he caught a glimpse of someone approaching. Castor stared at the girl, who seemed to be simply walking past him. He made a soft noise then waved at her. "Bonjour!" He exclaimed, forgetting to speak in English instead of his mother's native tongue.
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Post by odette on Sept 15, 2011 12:39:02 GMT 1
Odette was walking down the corridor, carrying a large book. She had an essay in cheering Charms to complete, but she hadn't even started it yet. Her mother had wanted her to have highest grades since the day one and Odette, now a third year student, had never been quite impressed with her mother's attitude. Clémence Cartier had finished school many years ago and she probably couldn't remember what it was like to be a student. Especially at Hogwarts, since there were always more interesting things to do, rather than studying.
The blonde girl went out and found herself in the paved courtyard. It was another great thing about Hogwarts, you never knew where your might end up, since the floors were constantly changing. Odette was proud to be taught by so intelligent and creative teachers, even though her mother wasn't too fond of them, except Salazar Slytherin perhaps. Madame Cartier had never ceased to wonder why her daughter hadn't been sorted into Slytherin house. Odette, on the other hand, was quite pleased that she had been chosen by Godric Gryffindor. She didn't like Slytherins.
Odette was quite tired after a long day and she wanted to take a seat. She stopped and looked around the courtyard. It was still quite sunny and a lone cricket could be heard. The sounds he was making reminded Odette of some kind of a song. The girl just shrugged and continued her walk down the courtyard. Suddenly, a small boy called for her and waved his hand. Odette smiled and approached him. Her smile grew even wider when she heard him speak. "Salut!" she said and stopped just before him. "Tu parles Français, aussi?" The girl was so happy to hear someone else speak her language. She thought that she was the only one in Hogwarts who could speak French. "Je m'appelle Odette. Et toi?"
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Post by Castor Greengrass on Sept 17, 2011 8:00:55 GMT 1
Castor was quite surprised by his sudden boldness. He would usually ignore passer-bys. Especially girls. The first-year boy remembered seeing Odette on the Hogwarts Express now. As he gazed up at her, he began to blush. Her own French seemed so out of place now. Castor had never actually heard a young girl speaking French. Other than his mother, he hardly heard it from anyone else for that matter. Castor sat, confused for a moment. He had not been able to listen to everything she had said.
After a moment passed of Castor giving Odette a foolish stare, he stood up hastily and bowed as his father had showed him. As he bowed low, he saw that he was standing on one of his parchment and it twisted and tore under his feet. "Ah!" Castor stepped off the parchment and lifted it up. He gazed through the hole in it at Odette then he found his voice to speak again.
"Je ne parle le français!" Castor nearly yelled in response. He was so happy to find someone he could converse with as he did with his mother. "Ugh. Mon nom est Castor, jolie... fille." Although he was quieter than his first sentence, Castor still had trouble controlling the volume of his voice. Especially as he tried to compliment Odette. Though he did finally lower the torn parchment, having used it as a shield to try to hide his awkwardness.
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Post by odette on Oct 8, 2011 14:50:16 GMT 1
Odette looked at the boy, suppressing a giggle. She wasn't quite sure what to do. Her mother always said that Odette should act like a lady, but the girl wasn't always sure about what it meant. She bowed, but only slightly, her eyes still focused on the boy. Odette raised a hand to her mouth, unable to hide a very loud giggle. She pulled out her wand, as she was about to fix his parchment, but she couldn't do it if he kept hiding behind it. Odette shrugged and lowered her wand.
"Castor. It... it's a nice name." Odette lowered her gaze, blushing at his compliment. She was biting her lip, staring awkwardly at her feet. Odette was glad that Castor had finally lowered the parchment; she aimed her wand at it and whispered "Reparo." repairing it instantly. "That's better, isn't it?" she asked with a smile, finally looking at the boy. She was so nervous that she started to speak English again, without actually noticing it.
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Post by Castor Greengrass on Dec 9, 2011 21:05:50 GMT 1
The shock that had bolted through Castor was subsiding now. His senses returned, having seemingly abandoned him for a moment. Though he could not be certain of its origin, he was sure that the area smelled better with Odette present.
Now that she used it, Castor remembered hearing about the reparo spell in one of his classes. It seemed foolish that it had not occured to him sooner. "Thank you, Miss." The fact that she stayed long enough to repair his things so kindly and speak to him withdrew alot of tension from the young boy. "It is a rather boring name. Odette is a beautiful name. My uncle says names are of very high importance."
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