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Post by EVAN FONTAINE on Jun 9, 2011 15:21:10 GMT
His arms already full with 'Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles', 'Muggles Who Notice' by Blenheim Stalk, and the latest copies of Witch Weekly, The Quibbler and The Daily Prophet, Evan carefully navigated his way across Flourish and Blotts to the till. Depositing his items on top of the counter, he placed the magazines and newspaper on top of the heavy books, and nodded a greeting at the shop assistant.
"These, and a set of school books, please," he said, pulling out a heavy pouch of money as he did so. "For seventh year," he added, counting out coins of all different shapes and sizes. He had some Muggle money on him at all times, in case he needed it, and basically because he like it. He liked feeling like he could get by in their world, and he wasn't restricted to wizarding things.
"Alright, that'll be six Galleons and fifteen Sickles, please," she told him, whipping out a brown paper bag with the shop's logo on it and packing his things in neatly. Producing the exact amount, Evan tucked the pouch back into the inner pocket of his robes and handed the coins over, taking the bag in return and giving her a tiny smile. "Thank you," he said, softly, and turned on his heel to leave the shop, looking forward to getting home and reading his new books.
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Post by DELILAH EVERETT on Jun 11, 2011 7:24:55 GMT
She was never known to be much of a reader, and her marks seemed to reflect that. She was more of a practical learner then a theoretical, which was partly why she excelled so much in charms and bombed history of magic. Se didn't read anything other then a magazine or newspaper by choice – her textbooks were required school readings and even then she usually just skimmed the pages. She did well enough to scrape by in classes though, and that was honestly good enough with her.
She usually just quickly entered the shop, bought her books and left, but she had a bit of time to kill before her robes would be ready. Idly she scanned through the shelves of books looking for a title to catch her eye. Being a muggleborn witch, she was interested in how wizards view muggles, so she leafed through a book on Muggle Studies. She supposed it should not of surprised her that wizards writing books about muggles wouldn't get all the facts right. She placed the book back on the shelf and ended up picking a copy of the Daily Prophet to buy.
Finally she decided she had killed enough time in the shop and stood in line to pay for her books. She watched the boy in front of her pay for his books and frowned realizing she didn't recognize him. He looked to be about her own age, and he was shopping in Diagon Alley so there was a high chance he was attending Hogwarts like her. Perhaps he was one of those exchange students their school had been so popular with. “This and a set of school set of seventh year books please” she requested of the shopkeeper. She paid him 4 gallons and 5 sickles and clutched her books to her as she turned to leave as well. When she caught up with the boy she had just been previously trying to figure out, she attempted her hand at small talk. “Your pile of books is bigger then mine,” she teased with a smile, “Extra reading for school or just for fun?”
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Post by EVAN FONTAINE on Jun 11, 2011 10:10:16 GMT
“Your pile of books is bigger than mine. Extra reading for school or just for fun?”
Evan turned to see a girl, quite beautiful, in his opinion, step in line beside him, gently teasing him about the books he had just purchased. Peering down at the books inside her bag - a simple school set - and then the intricate pile inside his own, Evan's eyebrows raised as he allowed for the truth in her words. His pile was, indeed, bigger.
"Definitely for fun," he told her, starting once more to head for the door of the shop, only, this time taking smaller, slower steps so it didn't seem like he was trying to escape this new girl. She was friendly and confident enough to approach him with no real reason, so he reckoned it was only right that he give her the time of day, even though he wasn't sure he really had that much time left. Well, of course he had time left, Evan had just limited himself, since he really just wanted to get home and read. He supposed it wouldn't kill him to let it be delayed by a few minutes. "Unlike yours," he added, wryly, giving her a sideways glance.
She had lovely dark eyes, and a complexion that you didn't often see on girls their age. At least, he was assuming she was the same age as him, judging by the titles of the books she had in her bag. "Are we in the same year at school?" he asked, a bemused frown tugging at his forehead. "I don't think I've seen you around the castle..." It was true. He would remember her, he was sure.
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Post by DELILAH EVERETT on Jun 13, 2011 1:09:39 GMT
Striking up conversations with strangers wasn't exactly the most common thing for Delilah to do. Striking up conversations with fellow students was, and she was almost positive he was in the same year as her. It was funny though, she definitely didn't remember running into him at Hogwarts. That was strange. Delilah was a rather sociable girl and thought she knew everyone on a first name bases in their year. Well, perhaps there were a few that she preferred scowling their last names in a voice devoid of friendliness, but at least she knew their first names. She was trying to come up with possible reasons to why she didn't know his.
She watched his eyebrows raised about his bright blue eyes at her observation. She inwardly cringed at the lame attempt of conversations. It wasn't lost on her that once she had spoke to him that he slowed his progress towards the shop exit. A little part of her was thrilled although she wasn't sure why. She wrinkled her nose at her own books and laughed lightly. “I don't read for fun. Let me be honest, I barely even read for school,” she admitted unashamed. She really should crack a book open more often though, her marks sure could use a bit of a boost. She peaked at the titles of his extra books and was surprised to see the two extra books about Muggles. At least he hadn't picked up the one by Daisy Hookum. Delilah had read a couple excerpts from it. That woman may have given up preforming magic for a year, but surely still had no idea what it was like to be a Muggle without houseelves or healers or even with out magical clocks. But that was besides the point and not worthwhile to bring up. The point was, either he really enjoyed reading or enjoyed learning about Muggles.
”Seventh year?” she asked, ”Yeah it's strange. I don't think I've seen you around either. Are you newish to school with the exchange program? Or perhaps spend a fair amount of time in the library? Like I said, reading's not exactly my passion and I hardly go in there so that might make most sense.” The exchange program seemed less likely – he really didn't have much of an accent if there was one there at all.
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Post by EVAN FONTAINE on Jun 13, 2011 17:35:17 GMT
Evan found himself a little disappointed to hear that the girl wasn't into reading, even for school. He could never understand people who didn't enjoy reading. What was there to not like about it? Surely getting lost in other worlds was a whole lot better than being stuck in the sometimes crappy reality of the real one? But then, he supposed there was not much he could do about it, really.
He nodded his head when she asked if he was in seventh year, unable to help but laugh a little at her words. It was as if she was psychic or some other phenomenon. "I'm both!" he answered, with a rueful look. "I'm originally from France, and I was sorted into Ravenclaw, so you just described me perfectly." Shaking his head a tad in disbelief, he smiled at her, side-stepping a book case before he crashed into it. "Maybe you should visit the library more often," he suggested, trying to look at her and not collide with anyone in his path as he walked.
Realizing that his comment may have sounded a little flirtatious, since they were complete strangers to each other, he whipped his head around to face front, focusing on the door ahead of them. It wasn't that he had a problem with flirting, or with people being surprised at the fact that he was flirting with them in the first place. Evan had no problems taking people by surprise or catching them off guard. He enjoyed it, in fact, but he wasn't sure he wanted to make such an impression on a girl he didn't even know. She could be a right boring cow for all he knew, and here he was, giving her sneaky sideways glances just because she had a pretty face.
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Post by DELILAH EVERETT on Jun 16, 2011 5:29:20 GMT
She laughed lightly with him after he admitted she had been correct on both accounts. She had only thought of those two options because she knew she hadn't yet acquainted herself with all the transfer students from the past few years, and she barely knew those that were constantly hiding in the library. “I shouldn't have dropped Divination then. Seems I ace at guessing games,” Delilah joked, pretending not to notice him just about crash into a bookcase. For a Ravenclaw, he didn't seem to be able to navigate bookshelves very smoothly.
Then he was suggesting that she should visit the library more often. Her mind at first concluded to thinking he was referring to her grades. He wouldn't of been the first Ravenclaw to suggest she should spend more time with her nose in a book. It was a bit more of a leap to get her wondering that he was perhaps flirting with her. When this thought occurred, she couldn't understand why. They hadn't had a chance to discuss much, but already they seemed like opposites. He liked books, and she didn't. She was from England, and he wasn't. He a Ravenclaw, she a Gryffindor. Regardless, she glanced up at him to see his captivating blues eyes observing her, and she felt herself blush. Noticing the dimples in his cheeks, she decided smiling suited him amazingly well. “Maybe you should try leaving the library more often,” she countered with a light, involuntary giggle. Grandma had always said opposites attract.
When he snapped his head forward, she was confused. Had she said something wrong? Misjudged his intentions? Her brow furrowed slightly as they reached the door. Perhaps she had read into his comments and looks too much. Perhaps that was just the way he was. She stepped through first and held the door open for him behind her. “Well, my robes must be ready by now,” she stated awkwardly. She had been about to turn away when she remembered something. ”By the way, I'm Delilah, a Gryffindor,” she introduced herself with a smile expecting him to do the same. That was how they should of started their conversation, not ended it.
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Post by EVAN FONTAINE on Jun 17, 2011 10:40:18 GMT
Evan smiled at the mention of Divination. A lot of people didn't hold much faith in it, and Evan wasn't sure if he believed in it either, though he took the lessons and tried his best to go along with it. He supposed a part of him wanted it to be real. And at times like this, when someone had had a moment of clairvoyance, or whatever one wanted to call it, it was nice to believe that there was more to it than good guess work.
“Maybe you should try leaving the library more often,” she challenged. Evan's grin was undeniable. This girl really did know how to catch someone's attention, didn't she? With a laugh, he bit his lip, trying to reign his happiness in a little. He had no idea why he was grinning like an idiot. Did he have no self control? Had she diminished it in the space of thirty seconds? 'Cause he could have sworn he had more resolve than that.
She helped him out a little by announcing that she had to go and buy school robes, his good mood slipping a little. He ought not to be so disappointed over a stranger. Yet, she was so fascinating. The way she opened the door and held it for him. Shouldn't that have been the other way around? Evan had been raised to have exceptional manners, yet he found himself quite pleased that she seemed to hold no regard for simple tradition and courtesy. She pleased herself. Giving her a curious look, he stepped outside, trying to think of something to say and coming up blank.
”By the way, I'm Delilah, a Gryffindor,” she informed him with a smile. Well, he already had her pegged for a Gryffindor. She was too bold to be anywhere else. He beamed back at her. "Evan Fontaine," he returned, tilting his head to the side as though it might help him to figure out a way to keep her there longer. Alas, he knew it would be strange, since they had only just met, so he resigned himself to letting her go. "Maybe I'll see you around school," he added, with a casual shrug. He needed to get a grip. Casual was definitely the way to go about this.
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Post by DELILAH EVERETT on Jun 23, 2011 4:53:34 GMT
He was grinning a large, uncontrollable, not just a small little polite smile associated with everyday chatter. It startled her slightly when she realized it was because of her. Laughing at her. No, not at her, but for her. His smile, his laugh, was because somehow she brought a bit of happiness to him that didn't come in the form of books. It was a strange assessment to make, and perhaps she was jumping ahead of things. He had only just met her. She had only just met him. There was no way either of them should feel more then the beginnings of a friendship. That's what this was, right? Whether true or not, it made her happy all the same.
Evan. So now she had a name to put to the handsome, mysterious, stranger. Though, the more she learned about him, the more she didn't want him to be a stranger. She felt her spirits slightly fall at his nonchalant words and shrug. Maybe he'd see her around school. Maybe was a very vague word, not a definite. So he wasn't going to go out of his way and attempt to converse with her? He was so confusing and hard for her to read. One moment he was suggesting she should come spend time with him in library, and the next he was basically saying he didn't care whether or not he'd see her again.
She didn't understand him. Or perhaps she was over-analyzing things like a typical girl. She didn't know. Regardless, she just nodded and plastered a smile to her face. ”Yeah, see you around,” she agreed with a small wave heading to the robes shop. She concluded she must of been over thinking everything. He was just being friendly, that's it. She was sure of it.
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