tonight --ana--

[kaitlin]

It had been months since Christopher found himself stepping out onto the quidditch pitch, it had been even longer since the boy had actually picked up his broom and practiced. He was the seeker, and he was captain, but he hadn't found the time to pick up his broom. Hell he hadn't even found the time to attend school lately. He had skipped out of school for over a month, taking his classes threw owls he had his teachers send him with the homework, and he would just send it back where he didn't get behind. But him leaving was probably the best thing for him at the time.

See after Lily's death he had to find himself again, and he had to grasp the concept that the girl he thought he loved was a phys-co bitch who attempted to murder his best friend numerous times. He finally realized she wasn't good for him. that she wasn't the one he was meant to be with, hell he wasn' teven sure he loved her anymore. It was all just well, it was just a thought that was in his head that was completely unsure of, still to this day nearly 2 months after her death back in January.

Now Chris found himself a lot happier after his break. After the month he spent back in Paris where his aunt and uncle where now living. The two people who still loved him, and he knew he really found himself again. He was now the same old goofy seventh year who grew up alone and friendless besides the one person who never judged him from his past. Dominique, the girl who to this day was till his best friend.

Just shaking his head he sat down in the middle of the quidditch pitch leaning back against the box he had brought out when he thought he might actually practice, running his fingers threw his hair he looked up at the sky just contemplating what to do with his day that was quickly turning to night as the sun began to set changing the colors of the sky to a array of oranges, blues, and purples. Something that was completely beautiful in his mind.

With a smile on his face he opened the trunk grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey he had stored in there who knows how long, taking it out and popping the cap before taking a long sip keeping his eyes locked on the sunset before him.

ooc; this was crap the next will be better

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[ana]

i must confess ,

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Things were just working out today. Ana wasn't sure what it was but everything just seemed to be going the right way today. There was nothing in particular that stood to Analeigh, except maybe a good grade she had gotten a major assignment, but it seemed more that today was good because so far nothing had gone wrong. Today Analeigh hadn't had to deal with any of the little snags that usually occurred once or twice a day. You know, the little problems that only took a second or three to solve, but could still manage to get in the way of something. Not today. So far today was pretty flawless, and as if to amplify her mood the sun was putting on the most brilliant display as it started to slowly set. Bursts of vibrant purples and glowing oranages shot around the sky, slowing falling towards the horizon as a purple blue edged the outer ends of the sky. It seemed like a perfect end to a near perfect day and Analeigh took a minute to study the beautiful mix of colours for a moment before continuing on her way.

Analeigh usually wandered around the grounds, at least once or twice a week, normally turning down the path towards the lake to circle around it's shore a few times before turning back up to the castle. Deciding a change was in order Ana turned the opposite way. For a few steps she wasn't sure where she was headed but then the tall flags of the four houses showed in the distance and Ana realized she was headed towards the pitch. The quidditch pitch was a place Ana rarely frequented. She did go to the occasional game, cheering on her house in the bright yellows and blacks, but she didn't play herself, for very good reason. Analeigh had never learned to fly on a broom. Somehow she had managed to miss out on this valuable lesson during her early teens and now she felt to embarrassed to consider asking anyone to teach her. Besides, she was content on the sidelines, apart from the occasional stab of jealousy when her schoolmates discussed the subject avidly. Oh well, it was too late to change anything and Analeigh didn't want to dwell on it.

Stepping into the pitch Ana was surprised to see that the large playing field wasn't empty. A lone figure sat in the middle of the field and Ana curiosity drew her closer until she could see who it was. "Hiya stranger," She greeted with a smile as she approached. It was Chris Wyatt, a boy in her year and house. Analeigh tried to figure out what looked different about him to her until it clicked. "Haven't seen you in a while," She noted casual, trying to remember the last time she had seen him. Mentally shrugging the thought away Analeigh's eyes flickered over to the liquor bottle in his hands but didn't comment, though she felt her lips tease up into an involuntary smile at the sight.

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THIS THREAD IS a work in progress,
AND IT’S FOR chris wyatt,
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 511.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO scatman,
AND WE’RE WEARING the latest fashions,
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? notes here.
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0

[kaitlin]

Christopher found himself a lot recently sitting in random places having drinks thinking over his days, his actions, his future, everything. He was a quidditch captain, had good grades, a few friends, and no love life what so ever. His life was pretty good if you anted to say so. It could be better, it could be worse. There were thousands of possibilities but Chris didn't pursue them that much. All he was really wondering about was what he was going to do after he graduated in a few months. Chris had managed to save up enough money to buy a small one bedroom house on the outskirts of London, so he wouldn't have to go home to his mother. Or his brothers, that was a plus right. But what was he suppose to do after that? Continue bar tending the rest of his life, where was that going to get him? No where really. He could to and join the ministry, become an aurora or something. That would just mean he would be on the wrong side of his family, but he sure as hell wasn't about to join the death eaters that was for sure.

Sighing he closed his eyes when he heard the light footsteps coming his way. He automatically was about to assume it was a teacher asking what he was doing out so late so he reached into his pocket clasping his fingers around the prefects badge. His grip didn't last long when the site of who truly was there came into view. A smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at her. "Hello beautiful." Flashing her a charming smile he sat the bottle down looking her head to toe once more. It had been a while since Christopher found himself running into the very beautiful Analeigh Scofield, it had been a few months before he left actually, which would put there last encounter back before Christmas. Yikes.

Christopher waved his hand at the spot next to him. "Sit, If you want that is. I could sure use the company, and I don't think I have had the pleasure of your company in a very long time Ms. Scofield." That same charming smile playing on his lips as he took a small swallow of the whiskey. "What brings you out here on a fine afternoon like this? I mean we are in the middle of a quidditch pitch, and if I am not mistaken, you don't even play quidditch. So you either must be roaming, or planning on meeting someone out here. Or, you know better yet, you could be stalking me." Just laughing slightly he shook his head leaning back against the quidditch box waiting to see if she would sit, better yet if she would even talk to him.

notes::sorry for the wate, and its a crappy post

[ana]

i must confess ,

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i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font]

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At the bright smile that stretched his lips Analeigh couldn't help but smile back, grinning down at him. Nodding at his offer Analeigh sank down to the ground, folding her legs underneath her as she settled into a spot in the grass. "So what have you been up to that's kept you away for so long?" Ana asked as she ran her hand through the grass, twisting her fingers through the long strands. Plucking a piece away with a snap Analeigh toyed with it, twirling it mindlessly around her ring finger as she spoke. She had always had the constant need to fiddle with something and was terrible at just sitting still and Ana glanced down at her hand curiously, as if almost surprised with what she was doing. Letting go Analeigh brushed it away, off her skirt before glancing back over to Chris.

"Can't even fly," She noted as he ticked quidditch off the list of reasons she would have for being out here. "Yeah, actually, have you seen him?" Her tone solemn Analeigh glanced around, looking to both sides of her. "He's about ye tall, exceedingly handsome." She had managed most of this spiel with a straight face but by the time she reached the end of it she would feel her control breaking and her lips starting to curving into a smile. "Naw, just thought it'd be nice to get some fresh air. It's finally starting to warm up." While winter did have it's high points Analeigh had lamented the lack of warmth all through the snowy winter days. Beauxbatons had been located in the south of France and Ana was accustomed to the mild winters and blistering summer days. It was a huge change to the brisk London climate, but Ana had forced herself accept the cold weather. Nevertheless, the more the temperature climbed the more Analeigh's mood grew better.

Tilting her face up Analeigh savored the last lingering rays of setting sun, the golden light casting a soft slow over her skin. A smirk grew at Chris' comment of her stalking him but she just shook her head slightly, laughing softly. "Oh you wish," Her gaze returned to the bottle in his hand and without thinking she reached out, plucking it from his grasp. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she took a small sip of the firewhiskey before holding the bottle back out to Chris, dangling it by it's neck. The alcohol in the drink burned down her throat, a reminder to watch her consumption. Analeigh couldn't hold her liquor if her life depended on it and firewhiskey was especially potent to a lightweight such as herself.

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THIS THREAD IS a work in progress,
AND IT’S FOR chris wyatt,
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 448.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO scatman,
AND WE’RE WEARING the latest fashions,
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? waawaaawaaw.
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0