morning stroll? {{erwinxrory<33}}

[Rory Davies]

Brisk. That was one way to describe the morning. Indeed, it was brisk. The wind was blowing it's way down from the sky, brushing all over the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not only the wind, but also the white blanket of snow that had formed. It was thin and slushie-like, only spotted in certain places of the Grounds. The snow was melting, turning in to watery gush, until about six in the morning. Then it started pouring down snow again, the sky clogging like a toilet might, only without the disgusting blue water in the bowl. The clouds pushed all together like they were rushing down a street of New York or Japan, pouring down the soft snowflakes at a rapid pace. The treetops were covered in snow, as well as the normally grassy ground. By eight in the morning, they may be enough snow for someone's foot to disappear completely in. The campus was nearly covered; which was alright. Though it was freezing, nowball fights and such would occur later on. Christmas was coming up, too. Very soon, actually. Loads of students would be out shopping for Christmas gifts soon, and only some would be wandering around the school. Even fewer would be out in the snow.
She'd been awake now since about four thirty in the morning. She's groaned when she'd seen the time, and pulled the covers over her head. Once awake, she could not go back to sleep. Duh. So, she walked herself over to the window and sat on part of the sill, staring out the window. She'd seen all this happen, and observed it. The thin snow fall, then melt. Then the snow fall rapidly again. She'd witness it all. Beautiful, it was, just watching the white flakes float by and create large masses of snow all around campus. They seemed to glisten each time a few flakes flew by the window, and it made the weather seem all the prettier.
She pressed her forehead against the cold window for a moment, staring outside the glass paneling with her large brown eyes, blinking her eyes quite a bit. Pulling away from the window, she pressed her fingers to the only thing seperating her from the cold at the moment. The snow was so pretty, and the room was stuffy. A walk, she thought to herself, getting up from her window sill. Three hours of snow watching was a small pain to her boney buttocks. She looked at her dorm-mates and brushed a piece of hair from her eyes, walking quietly to her trunk. Clothes. No, she wasn't about to go take a walk in the snow with her large tee-shirt and plaid shorts. It was freezing even like that, for her. See, when you were a model, thin with no food in your body, you'd be colder than your average. But anyway, the girl shuffled through her clothing, pulling out her attire for the day; of which was Saturday. She pulled on her black tights first off, after stripping down in to undergarments and making a fresh change. She then pulled on a simple black pleaded mini over the tights, noticing they were both getting a bit too big for her. She pulled on a slightly tight hoodie, white in color with a print on it. Over that, she pulled on her coat, form-fitting and lovely; a cream color. The coat had been a gift from a designer; lovely, really. Buttoning the thing, she pulled on her boots, no straps or laces; another gift from a designer. She trampled quetly to the full-length mirror, smoothing down her choppy brown hair, straight and a tad longer than the month before; below her bust quite a bit now. She pushed a piece of her bangs away and applied the only make-up she wore when she wasn't in photoshoots or anything; liquid liner on top, pencil on bottom. With that, she nodded and finished up, heading quietly out of her dorm and through the Ravenclaw Common Room. Destination? Hogwarts grounds.
She felt like she normally did that morning. She felt like she was a walking doll, but then again she didn't. She was content with herself and her life, and she gave and loved, but you always had that wanting for something. Whatever it was, Rory Davies, the model, was beginning to want that mysterious thing. Wanting. Such a thing, it was.
She brought herself to the Grounds, standing sheltered for a moment and watching the snow fall. Taking her steps, she came upon the snow, her foot nearly falling through. Balancing herself, she stepped softly; her light weight not being a problem for such. She watched as the snow fell around her, a small smile creeping on her face. She began her walk, propelling herself gently towards the Black Lake as it slowly froze itself over. She stepped far enough away from the lake, then stopped.
Rory kneeled down in the snow, gather a small bunch in her bare hands, pressing it together. Cold, yes, but snow was so pretty. And at that moment, Rory would make any photographer proud. It was basically the perfect shot. She look up, snow messily press in her hands, hair still perfectly straight, tiny fluffs of snow gathered in her lashes. Of course, she took no heade to this. She was watching the snow spiral down from the clouds, complaining in her mind about the cold.

[Erwin Weasley]

Shapes like stars and webs, diamonds piled atop each other, glitter and shimmering patterns as the tightly packed white clouds granted Earth with their flakes. Some were shaped like flowers, and other's just delicate little Christmas ordainments. Really, there is only one work that would be accurate when describing Snowflakes; beautiful.

Snow seemed to fall in patterns. As Bee so beautifully said, this snows pattern was a soft layer, then melting into slushy water leaking into the soil to refresh it, then a heavy blanket that, if made of fabrics and stuffed with soft material, would be very warming, and pleasurable to ones toes. Instead, it was a large, cold layer of beauty. Creatures piled out of the Forbidden Forest, staying near to it as they allowed their self to be graced by the soft touch of snow; for, the Forbidden Forest has a large tight canopy that forbids any light or snow, for that matter, into it. It was obvious that the Unicorns and Snow bunnies looked best in the snow. A glistening horn steadily being covered in a thin sheet of the fluffy white snow, only making the white horse-like creature even more appealing to the eyes. And, the snow bunnies, prancing and hopping, leaving there little tracks in the snow which often looked like specific patterns just to make any onlookers envious of there skills.

Normally, Erwin Weasley was late for classes, he would miss breakfast and sometimes just skip school until Lunch. Today, it was Saturday, which meant he could sleep in as long as he wanted. But no, after tossing the gold and red blanket from himself in the middle of the night, then getting a morning of snow... Well, the cold awoke Erwin from such a beauty slumber. It was nearly 7:30 as Erwin rolled onto his side and looked at the Muggle wrist watch he kept sitting beside his bed. Icy blue eyes stared down at it with a dull expression, then slowly moved there way to the window; the outside sill was now tick with a two inch layer of snow. Oh, the joys of snow. Indeed, it was marvelous, and such an amazement to Erwin. Yep, he couldn't resist but to jump from his bed and scramble.

Erwin flung himself over the side of his bed, pushing open the Gryffindor bed-curtains to look round at the trunk. This trunk held all his clothe, it was large and heavy at sat at the end of his sleeping area. From left to right it when piles in season; Erwin didn't have much clothing. So, the boy dragged himself excited over, and pulled out a Black T-shirt, a white sweater, a jacket of baby blue, and again- just as he had when shopping- a pair of Grey Snow boarder pants. He also threw on some big black boots, and wrapped his striped Gryffindor scarf tightly around his neck.

From there, Erwin dashed his way down the stone steps into the common room, then out the door as he sprinted down the hallways. Excited much? Only a little.

Outside was so much snow that it covered his foot, and yet as he stomped down upon the snow it did not tumble back atop the boots. No, it just stood still layering itself by the minute. Erwin could see the tinniest imprint of small foot prints, leading down aways from the courtyard. Erwin too excited, fallowing them then looking round at where the trail ended. Oh, hey, it's that girl... With the sister. Dashing up to her, Erwin yelled, "Hey you!" before flinging himself into the snow and scrambling onto his back to create a snow angle.

"You're the girl from the party, aren't you?" Questioned the Weasley, "..,.What was it... Uhm, Sarah... No, uhm. I never did get you're name! Tell me, tell me!"

[Rory Davies]

Rory looked up when she heard the yelp of Erwin Weasley, then jumped a tad in suprise when he sent himself pummeling down in the snow beside her, rolling on to his back. She smoothed her hair down with her hands and turned on her knees to face him. Sarah? Ew, no. She was most certainly not Sarah. She did most certainly not have the name of her little demonic sister. Even though they were blood related and popped out of the same woman, it didn't mean that they had to like each other. In fact, I'm sure that if one of them died and the other had witness it, there wouldn't be much sadness. Cruel, but still. Those girls most certainly disliked each other. Though annoyance came along with siblings, Rory and Sarah Davies had more than that. It was jealousy and hatred that welled up inside them. These girls just could not get along. If they were so much as in a room together, you could feel the tension. Indeed, she was not her brat sister. She almost took it as an insult to be nearly mistaked for Sarah, but shook the feeling off. She was indeed the girl from the party, and he seemed like the boy who tried to create peace between she and Sarah. She swallowed down a giggled and allowed her eyes ot run over him; gorgeous.
"Good morning, I'm Rory," she said, running one hand through her hair and extending the other to shake his hand. Her hands were small and only her fingers were peaking out of the sleeves, slightly pink from the cold of the snow she had been playing with, "You are?" she asked, always the polite one. When you were a model and you went nearly everywhere, you had to learn to be polite. It was so easy to offend people in this world.
Rory couldn't really explain it, but she felt attracted to this boy. Erwin, right? Of course. Not only was he gorgeously gorgeous, but he also seemed like a genuinely nice guy, unlike most of the male specimen in the world. Her friend's philosophy was starting to come true; Nice guys are gay. Hot guys are jerks. The end. But maybe Erwin could change that. He seemed so kind, but of course, she'd only just met the boy. She urged herself on to know more about him and befriend him. She was drawn to him.
So, here they were, sitting in the snow at about seven in the morning. The grounds were near deserted because of the snow and the fact that it was the start of the weekend. Erwin was on his back, attempting a snow angel, and Rory was on her knees in the snow, hands pressed in her hand.
They could be Abercrombie's major poster for their Winter ettire.

[Molly Smith]

"Me?" Erwin said, a smile gracing him as he flicked dark bangs from his eyes, "Well, I',m... ERWIN WEASLEY! TOTAL HUNK EXTRAORDINARE! YOU KNOW I AM, I CAN TELL. AND ANYWAYS, YOU HAVE TO THINK I'M A HUNK. FOR I AM HUNKY. YEAH." The boy dictated.

See, this is why people hated Erwin Weasley. He was loud, obnoxious, overly happy and hyper and thought highly of himself. Or, that's what he showed. Really, he was a big depressed, pessimistic, loser emo child who people would dislike even more. If it was possible. Which it didn't seem to be. 'Cause everyone hated our little Erwin-dear. He pulled himself from the snow-angle position, you know, with his arms and legs out rolling over the snow rapidly. Yeah, that one. In awe for a moment, Erwin blinked up at the sky, then turned his eyes in attempt to see his eyelashes, which he batted persistently, not really wanting there to be flakes of the frozen water on them. Still, he failed. It seems that Aubrey, (Rory), and snowflakes were the only thing that could ever attract to him; be it friend wise, or more.

He turned to Rory after a few more attempts, his cheeks now flushed from the cold, and the tickle from his long dark eye lashes.
"Oh, yeah, gd'morniling." He emphasized cheerfully to the beauty that was Rory Davies.

[Nikki Bones]

Yeah, he was a hunk. Yeah, she thought he was a major hunk. Seriously. There was no one more hunkier than Erwin Weasley in her book. Teehee. Besides the obviously hunky boys at school, such as Ace Finnigan, Tanner Boot, Marco Krum, Jason Malfoy. Yeah, those were the hunks. Erwin was easily added to the list with his looks and all. In fact, the girls of school kept the Hot or Not list in the bathroom, writing it on bathroom stall doors in muggle Sharpies. There's a line dividing Hot and Not, and it has all the names of people. All the populars and hot people are obviously in the Hot section, as where the Not people were in their rightful place of the Not section. The janitors have dleaned it off several times, only for the girls to go in there and write it again, along with their own little messages like 'Molly <3s Tanner' or 'Evvy's a bitch' scrawled across the stall doors. Of course, the janitor always give an exhuasted huff whenever he had to clean off the writing of the female, so hurtful and yet interesting, Antonio, the anme of the janitor, would read all the messages fomr the girls written or carved in the bathroom stalls before he erased them. Yes, it was his little secret. He secretly loved all the girls' gossip because he felt it was part of his life. Yes, Antonio the Janitor didn't really have any life, thus the girls gossipy messages in bathrooms made up for it. But anyway, Erwin was totally a hunk. Seriously. With that dark hair of his and his bright eyes, and his lovely, lovely face. He was a hunk.
Rory liked him so far. Though she didn't know much about him, she assumed him to be one of the happy guys. She liked that. As he continued to speak, she giggled a bit. She liked him. Not only was he good-looking, but he seemed like a sweet guy in general. It made her happy. And if a guy can make you happy by just talking to you, then I think that that would be a sign. And she was most certainly joyous as he spoke, a smile creeping on her lips.
"Yes, indeed, good morn-ni-ling," said said, trying out the word for herself, the syllables rolling off her tounge like she was a mere child, "How are you today, Mister Erwin?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and brushing a piece of her bangs from her eyelashes, which still has little puffs of unmelted snow on them. She patted the snow puffs from her dark drown hair, peeking up at the sky for a moment, careful not to get so much as one piece of snow in her eye. Yeah, that would probably suck.

[Erwin Weasley]

How cute. She actually used his fraise. It was perfect. Just like this miss Rory Davies. Who was actually very pretty, and once apart from that awkward moment at the party, she was very fun.

Now Erwin, he was another story. Rory was quiet, as Erwin loud. Rory was popular, like her mother and father, and Erwin was the class clown. He said the right thing at the right item, and had the looks of an angel. When somewhere there is speaking, and it is loud and childish, it is Erwin, Whenever there is giggles between Ravenclaw girls up in the bathroom, you could find Rory. They were so different, but with looks so much alike. No not like siblings look alike, but their natural beauty.

"I'm doing VERYVERYVERYVERYVERYVERYVERY," Erwin took a small gasp, and continued with a flick of his eye-covering black hair, "VERRYYYYYYYY GOOD. 'Specially now that I have company. Wheeeeee!"

Once again, Erwin threw himself into the snow, this time his face very close. Actually, his chin was touching the fluffy cold substance, with his eyes gazing into it hopefully; as if wanting something to jump out and amuse him. or, something he could use to amuse Rory, and impress her. Yeah, he thought she was cute, and pretty, and probably very smart. They should study together sometime.

"And youuuu?!"

[Rory Davies]

Erwin. He was adorable. Not in the little boy adorable, oh no. More like the 'ohemgeebeewantsyou' kind of adorable way. Which described Erwin perfectly. He was loud and rambunctious, and just...Erwin-like. He was happy-go-lucky, optimistic, and someone who really could catch people's interests. Well, Rory's, at least. He was humorous and just so...Erwin-y. Indeed, he had sparked Miss Davies' interests as well as her attention. It was all on Erwin now. He'd attracted her since they met, but now that they were actually talking; it seemed less surreal and more ideal. Thank goodness they were minus one annoying twelve year old Sarah, and they could actually talk like near-normal people would. But I'm not exactly sure that screaming in snow and such is very sane; so early in the morning, too. But, it was all wonderful.
Rory watched Erwin, smile forming on her face. She let a soft giggle escape her, pushing a piece of dark brown hair from her face and smoothing it down, watching as Erwin flung himself back on to the snow. She allowed herself to dig her fingers in to the snow gently, watching as the fluff broke apart and made way for her hand. She brought her hands up with a small mound of snow, and began patting it together, watching Erwin from the corner of her eye.
Yeah, he was cute. Not just cute, but really very hot. A few of her friends liked him, actually. But they would always whine about how he was the class clown; and how thet could fix him up so he could become A-List like them. Not that they were A-Listers, they were just the popular girls. Indeed, Rory hung with the populars. Not the sluts, but the group of girls that were looked up to by other students; whether be wishing they were like them, or being attracted to them. Rory didn't mind the fact that she was admired. No, she didn't mind at all, actually. She liked it quite a bit, vain as she was. But how mean those girls could be sometimes. Being popular was hard enough as it was, and staying that way was even harder. You had to keep updated, perfect, in control. It was all very challenging. But sometimes how the minds of other girls worked stunned. They liked someone, but didn't do anything about it because they were 'too low in class'. And at that, Rory would sigh. Classes? No, people were who they were. And if you really liked someone, you wouldn't care and you'd put them before yourself. But Rory wasn't thinking about that at the moment.
"I'm well," she said to Erwin, looking at him with a small smile, her hands red from the cold of the snow now. They had abandoned the white substance and were now running softly through pieces of her hair, choppy bangs falling in her eyes slightly, "You're...out here early. Most people would still be sleeping," she said, small fingers patting at her snowball who she hoped would become a snowman. She looked at the snow, then at the gorgeous Erwin and felt the butterflies in her stomach do their thang.
Mhm.