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Post by alexander on May 31, 2011 11:39:16 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: OPEN MUSIC: TORI AMOS ONE LAST THING: THIS IS MY FIRST THREAD FOR THIS SITE.
Morning dew clung to his light shoes as he moved down the narrow, and empty, lane that led from The Leaky Cauldron to the shops beyond. It was still early for crowds which was the main reason Alexander was shopping at Diagon Alley. He had never been one for crowds. Even from his younger days he would avoid a large group of people. His comfort level was moderately low when it come to being in a group that numbered more than three or four, himself included. This would not matter today. Alexander was up with the first light, and the doors to the shops were just opening. He heard a key in a lock to hsi left as one of the shop keepers opened the small door that led to the goodies inside. In his hand Alexander held a small white scrap of parchment. The book list would not be long for his final year, yet he noted several other items he wanted to procure while he was visiting. He had no need to enter the freshly opened store so he moved on down the lane. A slight mist fell over his lean frame, but it would not stop him from gathering the things he needed, and then taking some lunch.
With a huff, Alexander moved to the large window displaying dress robes and other fine garments. Would he require new robes for this year? He knew there would be parties, a ball perhaps; but, Alexander rarely got a date for such events. In fact, he had gone last year alone. He managed to dance with a few girls, but for the most part he spent his time beside the large punch bowl with little to no hope for engaging someone in polite conversation. Alexander was not lucky in love. This is a sad fact, but one he was well accustomed to holding. He was just not brave enough to ask someone out, even if he did fancy several girls in his year. There was no time to worry about such things this morning. He wanted to finish shopping, eat, and be gone before the place became too crowded to even walk.
He moved on down the lane and paused at the doorway of another shop. Books were in short order for this term. He only thought he would need three. Yet, there were more on his list. He enjoyed reading. He often collected books, and had a whole shelf in his bedroom that he had yet to read. It was not often that one would encounter Alexander without a book open in his hand. Most were books on writing, though he enjoyed the classics. The small bell rung as someone moved out of the bookstore. Alexander averted his eyes to avoid contact. He was shy, quiet, and would rather spend his time in his head than with others. He could be outgoing around those he knew, but faced with a stranger in a crowd, Alexander was a useless conversationalist.
This was something he wanted to work on, but there was no time to think about it now. Alexander tucked the parchment inside his inner pocket, and reached out to grasp the knob on the door. He had enough gold to cover the items required, and to eat a light lunch before heading home. He had no other plans until school started in a short few weeks. This was exactly how he liked it. Nothing important to do meant there was nothing to worry about. Starting a new year without the added pressure would be an excellent idea. And now, shopping.
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Post by flower on May 31, 2011 21:42:50 GMT -5
Life was beautiful. It was full of adventure and mysteries waiting to be uncovered. Even the smallest little things in life were amazing. Well, at least that was how Flower saw things. Flower, what a silly name. Of course she never went by that name. She was known to most of the world by her middle name, Hope. Hope was very different from the rest of the children that were her age. At a mere sixteen years old she was one of the most strangest but yet lovable people anyone would ever meet. There was always a smile on her face and nothing in the world ever seemed to get her down. That was one of the things most people loved about Hope. She could lighten up any room with her dazzling personality and award winning smile. She was genuine and sweet. A soul that had yet to be corrupted by the damaged society around her.
Hope's parents were what you could call different. They were free spirited wizarding artists who would create moving pictures or write odd books about their findings in the wilderness. They were always on the hunt for new and rare types of flowers located in the forests. Hence where they received the name for Hope. She didn't mind her first name, Flower, but ever since she was little the rest of the world had been calling her by her middle name. Never the one to complicate life, she decided to go by the name of Hope in public and Flower at home.
Since her parents did not have a real profession money was often tight in their household. There was four people to feed on their small salary: Hope, her parents and her younger sister. Needless to say, they did not have the money to go off and have a shopping spree or buy extravagant items. This contributed to the reason as to why Hope made her own clothing. It was cheaper than buying the over priced items in the store. Besides, she liked the clothing she made better than the stuff she seen in the stores.
Hope adored going to Hogwarts with all of her being. The castle brought such joy and amusement to her whenever she was there. With that being said, it was no surprise that she adored school shopping. Just preparing for the new year brought a smile on her new face. She couldn't wait for whatever would come her way in this, her sixth year. She knew that there would be many new adventures to come and new things to explore. She really couldn't wait.
Knowing that supplies were needed, Hope's parents had earned some money for school supplies for her and her sister Karma. It wasn't a lot of money but it was enough to get the basics that were needed. Hope had a little money stashed away though, just in case that she needed a bit more. So, money in hand, Hope had made her way to Diagon Alley to begin her school supply shopping.
Hope was never one to sleep in so it was pretty early in the morning when she arrived in the Alley. Not one to waste any time, she began to do her shopping, checking off everything she bought on her list. After a few moments of shopping she had purchased over half of her list and managed to only spend a small portion of her money.
As she gazed over her list one more time, Hope noticed a boy that looked quite familiar nearby. She was one to never forget a face and new that this boy must be in Hogwarts. Always being the friendly person and never shy, Hope put a huge smile on her face and walked over to the boy. From looking at him she could tell that he was a shy boy and she wanted to fix this. In her mind, everyone was social in a way. They just needed to be pushed out of their shy shell in order to express this social behavior.
"Hello," Hope said with a huge smile. She really hoped that she wouldn't scare this boy away. He was rather cute after all and she always loved to meet new friends. "I don't mean to bother you but do you go to Hogwarts? You look rather familiar and it would bug me all day if I didn't find this out," Hope continued, the smile never leaving her face. This was true though. She wouldn't have been able to stop thinking if this boy went to Hogwarts or not if she hadn't came and asked him. It was the silly things like that that always got to her.
( w o r d s ) : 795
( n o t e s ) : Yes, I recycled some of this.... <3
( l y r i c s ) : Fireworks - Katy Perry
( c r e d i t ) : Kelsey yo ! Steal and die !
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Post by alexander on Jun 1, 2011 1:18:48 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Flower MUSIC: Simple Minds ONE LAST THING: Your are slightly intimidating!
The book danced beyond the reach of his fingers. The leather binding seemed to tease his finger tips only a nail's length away from his grasp. His toes ached as he stretched his lean legs on the point of his little piggies in order to get the only tome he required from this shelf. As his middle finger rubbed the leather Alexander decided it would be no use. He was not going to reach it that way. He was hesitant to use magic, as he felt to waste magic was a real sin and pity. However, unless he was going to drag the overly large ladder down the narrow aisle past the few other shoppers to reach the book then the only thing to do would be to pull out his wand and float the book down to his reach. He sighed and looked longingly at the ladder. Maybe one last try would not hurt anything. He could place his foot on the lower shelf and use it to give himself a nice boost. Then the book would be his, and he could finally pay for his purchases and leave. He was hardly aware of the fresh faced student watching him.
Alexander paused, then placed his toes on the lowest shelf. With a grunt he pulled himself up. Luckily, he was light enough the the whole of the bookshelf did not topple over on him and crush his thin bones into dust. He imagined a giant coming along to collect his dust to make his bread. The thought was silly, and caused Alexander to smile lightly as he stretched for the book. A voice floated up to him causing him to glance down between his long arms. His fingers pulled the large book past the edge of the shelf. As Alexander registered that someone had just asked him a question, the book thundered down to thud heavily on the top of his head. His eyes went wide, his legs turned moderately to jelly, and he fell from his precarious perch. The loud thump of the landing book was followed quickly by the Oomph of all the air racing from his lungs as he landed hard on the shop's floor. His vision doubled, and his head immediately started to pound. His hand went to the rising knot, and Alexander tried to focus on the girl who had asked him questions.
Karma's sister. The one who was closer to his own age. He had seen the sister's together on the grounds of school at times. They would be smiling, giggling, and talking about whatever it was sisters had a tendency to speak about on warm days outside the normally cold castle. He tried for her name, and his memory served up the word flower. Her name was Flower. As Karma might be night, Flower was day. Cut from the same genetic cloth, but so different in appearance and attitude. What little he knew of Flower, he knew she was as outgoing as her sister, and very carefree. He could not recall if they had ever shared a word. His head would not let any further memory float through the haze of his double vision. Alexander tried to stand and only flopped over into a sitting position on top of the very book that had almost murdered him.
The shop keep came around the corner, and set Alexander right. The old man mumbled several words which Alexander did not understand, and picked up the book. He found himself on his feet begin held up by the bent old man, the book shoved into his shaking hands. "Break it an pay for it young man. Be more careful, the next noggin you hit might not be your own." With that, the man limped back to his position at the front of the store. Alexander blinked after him and then turned back to Flower. He grinned in embarrassment and tried to open his mouth to speak. As it so often did, his lips seemed to not want to work in conjunction with his thoughts.
"I dropped a book on my head." He could only manage a whisper, and the sentence was hardly what he intended to say. He had wanted to answer her question, mention her sister, and let her know that he knew of her. However, his head ached slightly and the words still would not come out in a manor that would constitute a proper conversation. He could only stand with the large book in one hand while he rubbed his sore head with the palm of his other hand. Alexander had not felt so stupid in such a long time, and he had just made a complete fool of himself in front of Flower Phillips. He would never live this down.
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Post by flower on Jun 1, 2011 14:00:38 GMT -5
The world according to Flower was an interesting and amazing place. To her, everything was bright and colorful. The world seemed to be perfect and nothing ever went wrong. There were no wars and everyone got along. She knew that this wasn't the truth but it was how she wanted the world to be . She wanted everyone to get along and like in harmony. She knew that she alone did not have the power to change the world and she was fine with that. Maybe someday things will change. Until then she would have to just make the best of this situation.
Hope was a people person. She absolutely adored being with people and getting to know all the different types of personalities out there. She loved how everybody was different and had their own uniqueness to themselves. She knew that the world would be boring if everyone was the same. Sure there would be no wars and no fighting but there would also be no adventure and no passion in the world. Things would become boring and nobody would have any real reason to live. She loved diversity and difference of opinions.
The only thing she didn’t really like was fighting. Hope hated fighting with a passion, especially when it was very drastic. All she wanted was for everyone in the world to get along and celebrate differences, not fight over them. Wars were just a loss of lives to the world and did not help the world at all. It tore families apart and caused devastation to everyone involved. She knew that there was no need for this at all but sadly she knew that as long as there were people in the world there would be wars. She was only one sixteen year old girl and could not change the world.
The boy in front of her intrigued her. He seemed so quiet and like a mystery. Hope had always liked mysteries. She loved uncovering them and having the adventure that went along with it. Maybe it would be an adventure to unlock what this boy was really about. A look of worry came onto his face as the boy fell. Had she scared him or something? "Are you alright?" Hope asked before the shop keep came. Then the shop keeper came and it caused Hope to remain silent. Then when the boy grinned she grinned back at him, which made her conclude that he was in fact alright.
"You poor dear! Are you alright? Is there anything I can do for you?" Hope asked as she began to worry over the boy. She hoped that he was okay and wasn't hurt. If he was Hope would do all that she could to help him in any way that she could. "What is your name?" She added since the question was burning inside of her brain. She wanted to know who this boy was and also more about him. ( w o r d s ) : 795 ( n o t e s ) : Yes, I recycled some of this.... <3 ( l y r i c s ) : Fireworks - Katy Perry ( c r e d i t ) : Kelsey yo ! Steal and die ![/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by alexander on Jun 1, 2011 14:56:56 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Flower MUSIC: Sixpence Non The Richer ONE LAST THING: She is adorable.
The world had a strange way of waking a person up to their surroundings. One minute you could be shopping alone hoping to not attract any attention to yourself; while, the next moment you could be stand in front of an amazingly pretty girl with a knot on your head from the book that had just attempted to murder you. Yet, outside the shop's window the world kept turning and minding it's own business. Alexander sort of liked it that way. He knew that this brief period in time would pass, and one day become less than a memory. However, he felt that he might never forget the look on her face from where he stood rubbing his sore head. He heard her words and opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out and soon that moment passed and she asked him his name. She did not know who he was.
He should not really be surprised. He could not imagine why her sister, Karma, would speak about him at all. After all, the two had only shared a handful of detentions, and none of which had been very remarkable. Alexander was used to not making an impression on a person, so there was no serious reason why Flower would know his name, nor anything else about him. While he knew some about her, that spoke volumes to the type of person Alexander was. He spent more time knowing things than actually doing things. His pale nose was more often found stuck in the middle of a book than his pierced mouth seen talking away to some friend or another. He was not particularly outgoing, but even he thought that if someone seen him around they might remember him. If not from his personality, maybe from his bright eyes or pierced lower lip. Then again, Alexander never considered himself to be much of a looker. He felt plain in every way, and Flower did not know his name. In his mind that only proved what he already knew. Alexander was not anyone.
"Karma," Alexander answered blinking back the pain as he rolled his fingers over his new bump. This, of course, was not at all what he meant to say. His name was never Karma, and it would be odd for a boy to hold that name in the first place. He had only just been thinking about her sister, and the idea that the two might have spoken about him. He shook his head in the negative and tried to continue. His words fell over themselves, and he stuttered mildly as he spoke. "No," he whispered. "My name is not Karma, she is your sister. You are Flower. Flower Phillips. At the same time, this does not answer your question at all. I am sorry."
Alexander inhaled, and stuck out his shaking hand to her. The book he had been holding once again tumbled to the floor causing a huge thump. The store keep only rolled his eyes and looked to the ceiling. Alexander managed a bright blush as his eyes dipped to the floor and the leather tome now laying between the two. "Alexander Maxwell. That is my name, forgive me. No, do not forgive me for the name. I, the book..." He trailed off breaking the sentence before he could complete it. His eyes lifted to look at the girl and he could only adjust his grin so that his lips matched the color of his fresh blush. Alexander did not think this was going well in the least.
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Post by flower on Jun 3, 2011 9:31:47 GMT -5
Boys were a foreign species to Hope. She talked to them once in awhile but never had a love interest or a boyfriend. Boys didn't really see her in a romantic way and she had never been kissed before. She was pure and blind to the romantic world that was before her. She didn't mind it though and just thought that world meant for her to be alone. After all, there probably wasn't a boy who was strong enough to handle a
crazy girl like Hope anyways. She was perfectly fine being alone.
Hope seemed to make friends where ever she went. People seemed to be naturally drawn to her loving nature and always happy smile. She didn't mind that people liked to be around her since she liked to be around people as well. She was a people person and loved to always be with someone. Sadly though, people saw Hope as a person that they could take advantage of. She had been teased and picked on before but she did not let that bother her. She simply kept her head held up high and moved on with her life. She always tried to see the good in people no matter what they did to her.
There was no denying that Hope was different from most of the other girls her age. She was unique and danced to the beat of her own drum. There was defiantly no denying that. How many other sixteen year olds do you know that are constantly happy, adore animals, have odd parents and create their own odd clothing? That was Hope for you. A wonderful, odd, self confident teenage girl. More people needed to be like her. She was not fake and never lied to anyone. She was always honest and wanted the best for people. If she was in a competition and she lost, she would not be jealous or bitter but she would be happy for the other person. Hope was an amazing person, someone others should thrive to become.
Glancing at the boy in front of her, she could tell that he was slightly nervous. It was kind of cute to her that he was so shy and nervous. It just made her want to get to know him even more and make him feel comfortable to be around her. When he first spoke her sister's name she became kind of confused until he continued to explain further. It made her smile slightly that he was getting his words jumbled slightly and she found it slightly cute. He knew who she was and was a friend to her sister. Now she felt slightly bad for not knowing who he was.
"Yes, I am Flower but everyone calls me Hope. I don't mind either name but you can choose whatever one you wish to call me," Hope grinned. Everyone at school seemed to call her Hope with the exception of some of her close friends and her parents. She listened as the boy finally told her his name. Alexander his name was. It was a very sophisticated name and very charming. He still seemed to be nervous though and it made Hope smile even more.
"It's very nice to meet you, Alexander. You know, you don't have to be so shy or nervous around me. I am no one to be scared of. I mean look at me, I am harmless," Hope grinned yet again. She found this boy to be very intriguing and really wanted to know more about him. "So what brings you to this shop on this fine sunny morning?" She asked, trying to make him feel more comfortable. Hopefully he wouldn't get shy and run away or something.
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( n o t e s ) : crappy post on my part =/
( l y r i c s ) : Fireworks - Katy Perry
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Post by alexander on Jun 3, 2011 16:07:54 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Hope MUSIC: Beach Boys ONE LAST THING: Your post was great!
Flower seemed to be very bubbly. It was cute, and confusing to Alexander to see how some people could just seem to fit in anywhere they go. He could never pull that off himself. He was always backward about being in a crowd, and avoided those situations as often as possible. This was the reason he was shopping so early, so that he could avoid the crowds and be home, comfortable, and reading his latest novel before noon. He did not plan on returning home with a headache, and a fresh bump on his head. These things just always seemed to happen to him. And now he had made a fool of himself in front of Flower, but was grateful that she did not seem to mind that he was nervous. That went a long way to relax him, but he still was not entirely comfortable with the situation. Still, she seemed nice enough. Her smile was sort of affectations. Alexander grinned, and went on to answer her.
"Shopping, or trying to. I like to come early to avoid the crowd, and have the rest of the day free. I am not one for large groups of people. School is getting closer, you know? Soon this place will be packed." Alexander frowned at the thought of a store that was filled wall-to-wall with people, screaming kids, and various other shoppers. It would not be pleasant at all. He wanted to be sure he was done and away long before that happened. He looked at Flower, and then back to the book shelf. "What about you? Getting some textbooks early, or just browsing?" It was not often that he asked questions of others. He was making an effort to not be so shy and nervous around her. She had even said she was harmless. Alexander was not sure about that, a lot of people can cause tons of harm without really even knowing it. He seemed to attract those people for the most part.
He picked up another book from the shelf, and tucked it under his arm with the original offending tome that had landed on his head earlier. He did not really need the second book, but did not want to rush off and pay for his text while in the middle of a conversation. It simply would not be polite. Flower had gone out of her way to be nice to him, so he wanted to treat her with the same amount of respect. He grinned to her again, and tried to look casual. He failed at this, but still stayed with her in the aisle. He could not help but wonder if she would not mind going with him for a quick brunch? He had skipped the meal this morning, and was getting a little hungry. Toast was starting to sound good, but Alexander would never find the courage to ask someone to have a meal with him. That would sound far too close to being a date.
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