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Post by marcflint on Feb 16, 2010 14:04:59 GMT -5
A soft breeze blew the young man's hair back, making him laugh a little, that laugh that had attracted Clara in the first place. Today he was feeling a lot more lively about having a kid. He'd thought so much about all the bad things that would happen he'd forgotten about the good. The memories he'd share with that kid. Getting more responsibilty. He needed to grow up. Majorly. The only reason he'd got the Hogwarts job aside from good money : The responsibilty! He'd need a lot of it for this job.
He flopped down, looking a little like a student himself, as he hugged his knees to his chest. His lips held a dazzeling smile. He was actually a little freaked out as he thought, 'I hope it's a girl ...' And the wierd thing was yeah, he hoped it was a girl. Why, he did not know, but he knew he wanted a girl with Clara.
He suddenly felt saddened. He had not been maturing and had not been there for her when she most certainly needed him most. His mind set on ways to let her know he was still in love with her, and he wanted this kid, her kid. None seemed romantic enough. He'd have to catch up with one of his girly friends and ask them their opinion. Prehaps Angela. At least then he could surprise her.
As his mind schemed on possible ways, footsteps caught his ear. He turned his head sharply to see a younger Ravenclaw.
"Hello," he said, "Can I help you?"
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Post by alishasummit on Feb 16, 2010 14:37:46 GMT -5
Alisha was having a wonderful time. She was out and about with her dog, Hampton. He was a beautiful full-bred Vizsla and she could not think of a better dog. He was a bit of a dork, but then again, what fully-charged dog was not? She laughed as he rolled over, after tripping over his own feet as he chased the Frisbee she had with them. This made her miss her friends at home all the more. They used to play Frisbee in the horse pasture on her farm at home. She stopped as he brought the Frisbee and set it at her feet and then barked for her to throw it again. She picked it up, after patting him on the head and then threw it again, quite far this time.
She placed a hand over her eyes as she watched him run in the direction of the sun and then heard someone greet her and then asked if they could help her. She turned around, starttled and saw Professor Flint sitting on the steps of his home. Had she really gone that far? She smiled at him and then walked over to his hut. Hampton's leash was around her neck and her messenger bag was slung over her right shoulder, she pulled the leash off and began to put it away as she spoke. "Good afternoon, Professor!" she smiled at him. Hampton came back and sat at her side, the white Frisbee in his teeth. He walked over and sniffed Marc Flint and then his tail wagged. He dropped the Frisbee and waited to see if Marc would throw it. Alisha laughed. "Sorry about that... He's a goof." she patted Hampton's head as his eyes were fixed on the Frisbee by Marc's feet.
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Post by marcflint on Feb 18, 2010 2:48:16 GMT -5
Marc laughed softly as he wagged his tail, even more so when Alisha called him a goof. He raised his hand and gave him a stroke.
"What's his name?" he asked, his eyes boring into Alisha's. When he recived his answer he grabbed the frisbee and threw it with all his might. It went quite far and the dog jumped to his feet at once. When he galloped after it he turned to Alisha. "Nice day, isn't it?" He made polite conversation. "So were you here for any specific reaso- Argh!" The Argh was not part of his question, but Hampton was back, bounding around Marc with the frisbee in his mouth. Marc threw it again. "Any specific reason ... ?" Marc laughed, finishing his question. His beautiful eyes looked into hers. " ... Or are you just here with your brilliant dog?" he pointed out helpfully, filling in the awkward silence.
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Post by alishasummit on Feb 18, 2010 3:08:38 GMT -5
She smiled back at him as he laughed at her dork of a dog. "His name is Hampton." she patted him on the head again and then Marc threw the Frisbee for him and then asked her about how nice of a day it was. She nodded and watched her dog carefully. He was the kind that would chase a butterfly for a hour if he spotted one and was not paying much attention to her. She looked back at Marc to answer him, but he was all ready turning his attention back to Hampton who had ran back over to him and was bounding around him waiting him to throw it again. As he did so, Marc turned back to her and locked his eyes on hers as he asked about what she was doing out here.
Her deep blue eyes stared back for a moment, almost charmed and she shook it off lightly with a chuckle as Hampton tripped again out of the corner of her eye. She shrugged lightly, "Well.. I did have a question for you about homework, but I got distracted by the sun and my "brilliant" dog." she air-quoted him. She chuckled lightly and smiled brightly at him as Hampton came back at a walk and then plopped down to roll in the grass. She took the bag off her shoulder, knelt and pulled out a water bottle. She popped the cap off and then started to pour it in her hand. Hampton jumped up and walked over and started to lick the water off her hand. She smiled up at Marc. "I just couldn't resist the sun."
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Post by marcflint on Mar 7, 2010 3:54:22 GMT -5
"He is brilliant, though," Marc flashed a goofy grin at her, then looked at the dog. "I'd have given anything to have a dog like him when I was a kid." Marc remarked as he threw the frisbee further for Hampton. It left Marc and Alisha alone. He looked at Alisha, a smile perched on his lips as he stared at her. He went into a trance, his eyes fixated on her hair. Seddenly he was brought back to reality - with a sharp bump.
"Sorry sorry. I was thinking about what to do tomorrow, to carry on with unicorns or something else." He pondered aloud. "Unicorns, probably, because then I have to search for more animals and ... urgh." He concluded.
"CAn I ask you a question? What do you think of class?"
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Post by alishasummit on Mar 24, 2010 0:42:33 GMT -5
Alisha smiled as she nodded to what he said as she watched Hampton run towards the castle, the opposite direction of the way the Frisbee went. She rolled her eyes and they landed on Marc. He was staring at her and she tilted her head and stared at him. She wondered what he was thinking about but she guessed that she would find out soon enough. He was bumped by her dog and he apologized. He told her that he was thinking about what to do in class tomorrow. She thought for a moment and was about to suggest something, but he then asked what she thought about his class. She thought for a moment, tossed the Frisbee and turned to him. "I think it's very beneficial and for those that don't pay attention, that's their loss. I find that I've been able to apply what you've taught me to the horses and animals on the farm at home. And I've learned more than my father knows and he's been on the farm since he was born..."she paused and looked at Hampton for a moment and rubbed his head, shaking his ears.
"I think you are a great Professor, Mr. Flint," she blushed lightly. "I don't mean to brown-nose.... I'm just being honest... my father greatly appreciates what he's learned too." She smiled at him and then was pushed over by Hampton who jumped on her and licked her face. She giggled and tried to get him off. She laughed. "Hampton! Off boy! Oooh yuck!" she finally got him off and then looked over at Marc, her hair was probably a mess, but she didn't care. She brushed it back and smiled bright at Marc and then shook her head. "Oh my..."
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