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Post by longbottom on Apr 25, 2012 12:19:33 GMT
As quiet as a mouse, Frank slipped out from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. The castle was always still in the early mornings. There were no crowds of people rushing through the corridors to get to their next class, or clumps of giggling teenage girls.
It was Frank's favourite time of day, and what better than spending some time outside in the sunshine? Headed for Greenhouse #2, Frank sidled out the front doors of Hogwarts and breathed a sigh of relief as the cool autumn air gushed in.
The Greenhouses were usually unlocked. Well, other than number seven, which held a whole bunch of nasty things that Frank didn't even want to think about. He slipped on his dragonhide gloves and went about potting some of the venemous tentacula, whistling as he did so.
The least thing he was expecting was to see someone else at the far end of the bench, already out and potting away.
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Post by yumeko on Apr 25, 2012 12:49:06 GMT
[If I have stepped into a role I shouldn't, I will gladly edit or even remove this post. I apologize for assuming liberties ^-^] Indeed, there had been another strangely early student to the greenhouses that morning. The first one there happened to be a sixth year Slytherin prefect, who by the way had never given a single thought to the idea of another student coming in so early. So, she was caught somewhat unprepared when he came in. At first, she did not even look. The creaking sound of the greenhouse door made her ears twitch and her attention shift.
Her notebook was out before her with a couple of roughly drawn sketches of some of the other venomous plants in that particular greenhouse, and one semi-finished realistic sketch of the one that was before her now – pre-repotting.
She had been sitting there hard at work for only twenty minutes when he came. She had come directly from an early bath in the prefects’ secret lavatory, leaving her hair dripping wet. Sure, she could have dried it magically, but it always seemed to turn out better when she let it fall naturally. That was why she gave herself so much time before others might have the pleasure of seeing her. Well, she had assumed…
As he sat down and prepared for work, Yume’s dark green eyes shifted from her things to the individual at the other end of the bench from her. He did not seem to make notice of her, but he made it impossible for her to not notice him. He was such a noisy worker. Such a happy worker… It was distracting, but somehow not annoying either. It was amusing more than anything else.
“Are you always so cheerful when dealing with venomous plants?” her soft voice rang through the somewhat empty greenhouse.
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Post by longbottom on Apr 26, 2012 6:41:47 GMT
Frank felt slightly bewildered as he heard the sounds of someone talking to him. His eyes started searching for the source of the voice and after a moment, he found it. He eventually locked eyes with a girl sitting at the other end of the bench, who was already potting away happily. He smiled, taking her comment as a sort-of compliment.
"I'm just generally a cheerful guy, I guess," he said back, completely unaware that he had appeared so happy in the first place. "Venomous plants or not." The plant wriggled beneath his fingers and he loosened his grasp a bit.
He knew the girl from around the school, although he couldn't quite place where. Frank thought that they were in the same year, but he was still struggling to place her face. Perhaps they had classes together, or something. "You're here rather early," he said, nodding towards her work bench and the open notebook before her. "Are you catching up on some work, or do you enjoy dealing with venomous plants as much as I do?" he chuckled, looking back towards the plant in front of him.
Well, if they were going to be in each other's company for most of the morning, the least he could do was be friendly.
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Post by yumeko on Apr 26, 2012 13:11:54 GMT
The more she stared at him the more familiar the boy seemed. Details about him seemed to slowly shift from the back of her brain to the front. His guess seemed right to her, for the most part. His smile was certainly a memorable aspect of his personality. She could recall almost vividly…the sorting ceremony. Sorted into Gryffindor… Longbottom was his name. She was sure of it. That smile could belong to no other.
That very smile was intoxicating in a way. It moved her to mirror his enthusiasm. Well, in theory. All she managed for the moment was to smile sweetly back at him. ”A little of both, I suppose,” she answered softly. ”I was trying to get ahead, truthfully.”
Yume shrugged lightly then closed her notebook. ”Plus…” She paused as she looked at the plant before her. It was venomous, animate, and somehow so beautiful. ”They’re just so photogenic.” It was a muggle term, but she hardly cared. It just seemed appropriate.
”I don’t necessarily enjoy them, but you have to admit…they require respect for being so vital a wizard’s life. It’s funny how much we depend on plants when we have wands.” Yume tilted her head and looked back over at the boy with a slight smirk. ”Don’t you think, Longbottom?”
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Post by longbottom on Apr 27, 2012 2:31:38 GMT
Frank nodded in return, knowing the feeling of the pressure of school work. "I did that a lot in my fifth year, trying to do extra-credit things for my OWLs," he said simply, smiling over at the girl. Where was she from? Ungh! He couldn't put his finger on it. He laughed at her statement, completely bewildered by what 'photogenic' actually meant.
"Yeah, that's true," he said with a shrug, wondering why the girl was smirking at him. Oh. So she did know him. He narrowed his eyes, trying to concentrate on who it was he was actually talking to..
Yumeko Hebiki. That's who it was. Frank tried to steady his expression as he finally came to the realisation that he was talking to a Slytherin. And somewhat civilly, as well. "Yumeko," he acknowledged, finally remembering her name. "Yeah, I agree with you there."
He wasn't sure what to do next. Were they going to be civil to each other, or was this going to end badly on both parts? Or mainly on Frank's part, he guessed. "How's Quidditch training going?" he asked earnestly, suddenly remembering that he had seen her on a broom during the last quidditch season. Slytherin had beat Gryffindor by a fair amount on the grand-final day, but he was hoping that she wouldn't rub it in his face too much. "I hear that the Slytherin team have been training like crazy this year."
Well, he was certainly going to be civil about it all. He couldn't say much for Yumeko, but that was just the way that Frank had been brought up. He was nice to everyone unless someone gave him a reason not to be. Even then he was still nice to them. Oh, well.
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Post by yumeko on Apr 27, 2012 9:13:36 GMT
Yumeko’s smirk widened into a full blown smile all over again. She could see the change in his expressions as he thought harder and harder to figure something out. It was adorable, really. What he was thinking so hard about, she did not yet know, but was soon to find out. When he finally said her name it became all too obvious, and she could not help but let a small giggle escape.
Not a single thought of how uncomfortable their meeting could be due to their houses crossed Yume’s mind. While she was usually aware of what house any particular student in her class was in, it did not truly matter much to her. The house with the most individuals she disliked actually happened to be her own. So, seeing other colors than green was more comforting than threatening.
Due to Yumeko’s vanity, she was quite pleased when he asked about Quidditch. She had not expected him to know she was on the team at all. After all, they weren’t even playing real matches yet. It was a shame, really, but she was still happy to practice. She had plenty of confidence in her team. Out of sheer habit, she began toying with her hair while she thought about Slytherin’s chances.
”It is going splendidly, of course. We have our fair share of flaws, but we’re ready for a match any day.” As her fingers twirled around a lock of hair mindlessly, her hand lingered just a little too close to the venomous plant before her. She was unconsciously testing her luck… ”And what of Gryffindor? Have you heard from your players? Gryffindor always puts up a good fight. I should gladly see them on the field.”
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