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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 1, 2007 20:48:30 GMT -5
Aleksandra walked along the path to the Whomping Willow. it was a good and quiet place to think. Usually no one was ever around to bother people. Aleksandra still had to tell Mum and Dad about her fall in Quidditch. She sighed and sat down.
She opened her bag and took out parchemnt, quill, ink, and a book to write on. She began writing a letter. She had noticed the silence earlier, but half-way through the letter she stopped and looked around. Suddenly she saw a little paper airplane sail through the air and land on one of the roots of the tree. she sighed and watched as the tree turned the airplane into basically... dust. It was sad that some little first year had nothing better to do then torment a tree. She began writing again.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 1, 2007 21:02:52 GMT -5
Andre sighed, walking outside. There was honestly nothing in the castle of any interest, and anyone that he would normally be with was... gone. His sister was... somewhere. Actually, he hadn't seen her around lately. Perhaps she was starting to make friends here?
He himself, of course, was having dismal luck with that. Yes, he'd met quite a fair amount of people, and Aubrey had been... enthusiastic enough to engage in conversation that night of the ball, but other than that he was on his own. It was quite dull, to be honest, which was why he was now wandering outside, hoping to chance upon someone interesting, or something to do.
He ended up wandering out to the Whomping Willow. Poor tree, it was, with students chucking things at it half the time. He blinked, realizing that he'd just nearly stepped on someone while passing, and then looked down at that 'someone'. Ah. Aleksandra Krum. He knew her. Or, he'd heard of her...
"Hello..." [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 1, 2007 21:08:49 GMT -5
A;elsandra looked up, startle. " Hello!" She said and smiled. Curse this accent, she thought to herself. it seemed she would never get over having it. " I'm Aleksandra Krum. You are?" She asked nicely and smiled. She had seen this boy around, but she had never heard of his name. She looked and noticed something else had been thrown at the tree. It was sadly being beaten into the ground. She had no idea what it was. She frowned and picked up her quill and wrote a few more words, while she waited for the boy to answer.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 1, 2007 21:37:21 GMT -5
"I'm Andre," he told her with a slight smile, taking a seat next to her on the ground. "Andre LeCaron." He was actually quite glad that he'd chanced upon someone else with... an accent, apart from his sister, seeing as it was one place he wouldn't be ridiculed. After all, he had to admit a Bulgarian hint wouldn't be all too pleasant to carry around all the time either. [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 1, 2007 21:44:54 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you, Andre LeCaron." She said and laughed." I seems you are french. I can tell from your accent and your name. As you can probably tell, I'm Bulgarian. My dad was born there and he thought it would be nice to raise me and my brother there." She smirked. " Have you met my brother? His name is Marco." She asked.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 1, 2007 22:04:50 GMT -5
Andre smiled slightly and nodded. Was it that easy to tell...? he wondered vaguely before pushing the thought away, deciding to finally respond to her. "Yeah. So, Krum, huh?" No, Andre didn't honestly follow international Quidditch, but he at least knew several players... It wasn't as if he cared whether or not her parents were famous, however... he'd probably forget by tomorrow. There were other pressing matters. [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 1, 2007 22:11:05 GMT -5
"Yea. I'm a Krum. I sort inheirted my dad's love of quidditch. I'm the Hufflepuff captain and the chaser. Although I can play all the positions, but I let Tanner Boot be seeker. He is rather good. Except when he pushes people off their brooms and makes them break their wrist." She said, laughing. She looked down at her wrist and moved it a bit, just to make sure it wasn't still broken." But he only did it so I wouldn't get hit with a bludger." She smiled.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 2, 2007 8:24:51 GMT -5
"Ah..." Andre murmured, nodding. He never had followed the Quidditch at school either - sure, he'd know about the outcome of matches and the like. After all, that news was everywhere. However, when it came to knowing the players, or what exactly had happened, Andre was lost. "Well, that isn't... terrible. I mean, there are worse things than breaking a wrist." Right? You could break an entire arm, or a leg, or your neck... [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 11:05:26 GMT -5
"Ah, yes there are worst things. I ahve actually broken my leg when I was younger. My dad was teaching my brother and I to be beaters. Long story, short: I missed the bludger and it hit my leg. It hurt a bit, but not enough to amke me wanna quit quidditch." She smiled. This boy seemed nice, but he didn't seem to know much about quidditch.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 2, 2007 11:38:40 GMT -5
Andre's lips twitched upward in a smile, and he nodded. There was a moment of silence for a moment, seeing as he honestly had no idea how else to start a conversation. "Ah..." he finally mumbled again. Was that he was going to say? Hopefully the girl had something else to say. After all, he couldn't just sit there like an idiot for the rest of the day, now could he? [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 11:41:00 GMT -5
Aleksandra smiled." What year are you? I don't thik I've seen you around much." She said. She looked around and noticed she had completely forgotten about the letter. She quickly and quietly stuffed it and her other items into her bag and waited around for an answear.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 2, 2007 11:50:16 GMT -5
"I'm in sixth year," Andre told her with a slight nod, "and you?" It was then that he realized that all he knew about her was that her name was Aleksandra Krum and that she played Quidditch. Well, that had been a good start of a conversation. However, he hadn't known anything about her, had rarely seen her around... Well, after Quidditch matches she was always lurking about, but she wasn't in his house... [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 11:53:33 GMT -5
"Ah, I am 7th year Hufflepuff. Fun house to be in." She said laughing. ufflepuff was the best house in her opinion. " Are you in Gryffindor?" She asked. This boy may know Marco. He was very talkative and he had lots of friends. She smiled a bit and watched a little bird land just out of reach of the tree. It aggravated the tree and she just had to laugh.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 2, 2007 12:14:06 GMT -5
Andre smiled once again. "I'd expect so... Yeah, I'm a Gryffindor. Why?" he asked, shrugging slightly. He grinned upon seeing the bird, and shook his head. Even the little animals had to bug the tree, purposely or not. After all, the first years somehow found it funny to attempt sneaking up to the Willow just to see what would happen. With the broken arms and legs, you'd think someone would get suspicious that rules weren't being followed, but... [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 12:19:33 GMT -5
"Oh my gosh. You should so know Marco. He is kinda tall, an accent like mine, and hair like mine." She said and shook her head a bit." Sorry, Marco is my brother and I'm happy to meet all his friends." She said smiling. She saw out of the corner of her eye a first year about to sneak up to the tree. She turned and said," If you don't want to be the color ble for the rest of your life, get away from the tree." She said and watched the kid turn and walk away. She laughed and turned back to Andre.
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