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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 17, 2010 7:57:52 GMT -5
Rose drew her scarf around her neck tighter as another chilling wind blasted past her, picking up the tail of her long coat. In her other hand, her knuckled burned red from the cold, gripped a small bag with her purchases. Some were much needed quills, with a strong grip that Gryffindor had to constantly replace them. The rest seemed to be a collection of sweets. Many of them were about to be sent to an eager little boy back in Scotland. Her brother was always anticipating the time that Rose sent candy back. Though, it was always on the promise that Duke never showed them to his friends. There was no need for a muggle boy to show his muggle friends stuff from the wizarding world.
The Gryffindor girl gave a sigh when she thought of her brother. She had to be very careful around him. At twelve, he would’ve already been at Hogwarts for two years, maybe even a Gryffindor with her. Instead, he was stuck attending school back home, not an ounce of magic within him. That made Rose cautious when talking to him. She told him about Hogwarts when he asked but felt as if she were rubbing it into his face when she spoke of her classes, her friends, and her house.
‘Now that my mood’s ruined, let’s head back to the castle.’ The girl thought, rolling her eyes at herself. She knew that she spent too much time up in her head. Thinking was always useful but harm could be caused if too much was done. Rose had learned the hard way.
Though, as she headed up the path that led back to Hogwarts, weaving between laughing people and students, she stopped as her eyes travelled over the Three Broomsticks. With a glance down at her cracked and red knuckles and fingers, shaking with cold, she wondered how warm it was inside. “A quick stop in wouldn’t hurt.” She said under her breath, pushing into the pub.
Inside, it was much more pleasant. Her fingers burned with the new heat but she ignored the slight pain and headed over to an empty table. At first, Rose thought about getting a drink or some food but as she pulled the coins out of her pockets, there weren’t many remaining, only a few knuts. “Not enough.” She grumbled, throwing the money back into her pocket and instead resolving to grab a chocolate frog out of the bag. This would have to do until she got back to the castle.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Nov 17, 2010 23:06:25 GMT -5
Nuriko cast a weather-protectant charm on both owl and letter. A single word and wave of her wand and the envelope folded, curling into a tiny pellet that was placed in a message tube attached to her owl’s leg. Sirius ruffled his feathers, shifting his feet on the chair he was perching on. Nuriko stroked the owl’s head feathers, closing the tube with a small click.
“C’mon Sirius.” Riko tucked her wand behind her ear. “Th’letter’s for Mom… don’t let Dad see it.” The owl chirruped, spreading his wings reluctantly in the cold air. “Should be warmer there.” She pointed out, smiling as Sirius lifted his wings, launching into the air with a few powerful wing strokes.
She rubbed her hands together--it was very cold for November, she was just glad it hadn’t snowed just yet. She pulled her cloak closer around her and moved down the street to the Three Broomsticks. It was always a good place to get warm, there in the heat and warmth of close companionship. She stepped into the pub, almost blown in by a powerful gust of wind. She shivered, looking about for an open seat.
“Can I sit here?” she asked a younger girl, balling her fists under the cloak, feeling the familiar sense of increased cold that one always felt the moment before they started to warm up.
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 18, 2010 16:40:36 GMT -5
“Can I sit here?”
Rose was about to take a bite of the chocolate frog she just unwrapped when a voice interrupted her. Lowering the squirming candy, the blonde Gryffindor glanced up at the other girl, standing there. At first, the girl squinted, peering through foggy glasses, trying to recognize her. Then, Rosie remembered, this girl was from her potions class. A year older and from the Ravenclaw house, Rose didn’t really know her and the Gryffindor couldn’t remember a name to save her life, yet, she wasn’t going to deny company.
“Sure.” Rose answered, kicking the chair across from her so it slid out slightly. She finally took a bite of the chocolate and idly picked out the wizarding card. ‘HARRY POTTER’ was scrawled across the back with a picture of a messy-haired kid on the front. She already had four of those. Putting it aside, she glanced back toward the fellow student. She noticed the Ravenclaw uncurling her fingers from her robe and stretching them out. “Bloody horrible weather eh?” The girl asked through a mouthful of chocolate and gave a weak smile. “Swore—“ Rose swallowed .”That my fingers were going to freeze off.” She finished, balling up the wrapper and sticking it into her jacket pocket.
Really, she should’ve been wearing her winter robes but instead, she preferred her father’s old jacket. It was big, warm and comfortable. She preferred it over her robes.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Nov 21, 2010 19:32:40 GMT -5
“Sure.”
Nuriko grinned, taking her ink-splattered fingers from under her cloak and working them, opening and closing her fists as she plopped into the chair. “Thanks.” She stuck out a hand to shake the other girl’s. “Nuriko… Riko, Nuri, whatever.”
“Bloody horrible weather eh?”
“Ye gods,” Nuri said with feeling and a dramatic flair. “I’m a Southern girl myself… bloody frickin’ cold.”
“Swore—“ Rose swallowed. ”That my fingers were going to freeze off.”
“I was writing a letter to my mother.” Nuriko pulled a half-eaten pepper snapper from her pocket, crunching the headless striped candy between her teeth. “Sirius hates the cold, so more’n likely he’ll hole up at home an’ not come back at all.”
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