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Post by Watson James on Jan 31, 2009 23:05:20 GMT -5
Watson Leigh James sat on the stone floor at the end of a long corridor in the dungeons, her feet stretched out in front of her, gray knee socks ending in Slytherin Green Converse. She watched drips of water run down the gray stone walls. She enjoyed the cool dampness of the dungeons. It wasn't at all depressing to her, just soothing and calm and deadly quiet. She loved Hogwarts. It was better than she had ever imagined. She missed will, but she was enjoying every second of her first year. She had already written to Will telling him just how great it was, although she was quite sure he already knew, having gone there his seven years for magical schooling, as had everyone in her family since the beginning of Hogwarts. She was proud of the history Hogwarts held for her family. She like walking through the corridors and imagining her parents running hurridly to classes or meeting up in some secret passageway. Watson turned around to the wall behind her, tracing a pair of carved letters in one of the stones. HJ <3 EA Watson closed her eyes, feeling the cool stone against the end of her pointer finger, and thinking back to a time very long ago as her father had tucked her into bed. He had told her the story of when he carved his and her mother's intials into the stone wall of the end of the corridor in the Dungeons. She had never forgotten, and the first thing she ever did when she got to Hogwarts was find that carving. She had spent hours sitting there, trying to remember evey possible detail she could about her parents. She had been so young when they died.
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Eric Blaze
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Post by Eric Blaze on Jan 31, 2009 23:16:30 GMT -5
Eric Blaze laid on one of the big couches in the Slytherin Common Room, rolling over, his eyes still shut, he checked his watch, it was early afternoon, opening his eyes, he looked around the Common Room everyone was probably out enjoying the day or something. He got to his feet, he loosened the tie around his neck a little. He didn't give a damn what teachers thought, he always wore his white shirt untucked and his tie loose, almost in a rock star way. Running his hand through his messy dark hair he walked towards the Portrait Hole, crawling out.
He figured he'd chill in the one of the corridors for a while, before heading upstairs to get something to eat. Pushing open one of the large doors, he began heading down what seemed to be a deserted corridor. Woah... stopping suddenly, he retreated a few steps and sidestepped behind a wall. He looked down the corridor to where Watson sat, she appeared to be deep in thought, so he figured he wouldn't bother her, just now. But man she was hot.A first year by the looks of her, first years annoyed Eric, but this girl was different. He could tell she wouldn't be annoying. Returning to his path along the corridor, he stopped a few feet from where she sat. "You're not one of those people who likes enjoying the sun, and prefers dark, damp dungeons, eh?" Eric questioned the girl, standing, leaning against a wall now, surveying her.
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Post by Watson James on Jan 31, 2009 23:26:05 GMT -5
"You're not one of those people who likes enjoying the sun, and prefers dark, damp dungeons, eh?" Eric questioned the girl, standing, leaning against a wall now, surveying her.
Watson jumped out of her thoughts, a bit startled, and snapped her head up to look at the person who had spoken, staring at him with curious green eyes from under thick black eye lashes. He was a Slytherin, long messy hair, somewhat sloppy appearance about him caused by an untucked shirt and loosened tie, tall, of course, everyone was tall compared to Watson, and extrememly good looking. She smirked at him slightly, a small dimple forming on her left cheek.
"I don't mind the sun, but the dungeons are quiet, and sometimes I like quiet," she answered his question simply in her most non-chalant manner.
"And you? What are you doing in the dank dungeons on such a nice day? Surely you have a broom or a girl or something to ride," she giggled sarcasticly, proving in a split second that she was extrememly mature for her age.
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Eric Blaze
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Post by Eric Blaze on Jan 31, 2009 23:36:09 GMT -5
Eric couldn't help but smirk as the girl jumped, he felt bad that he scared her, but he didn't mean to anyhow. This girl was indeed very, very hot, even for a first year. She had long dark hair, which was a personal liking of Eric's. Most girls were hot, but girls with dark hair were even better in his opinion. "Yeah quiet is good," Eric said, "Gives you a place to think. And... always that chance you might meet an incredibly cute girl in the dungeon corridor as well." Eric said grinning, hopefully this girl didn't mind straight forward guys, cause that's exactly what Eric was.
"As for me, I just woke up." he laughed, "Figured I'd go eat or something, but food can wait." Eric said shrugging, he was involved with much more important things right now. He laughed again at her little comment on having something to ride, "Well, my my my, aren't we frisky?" Eric said smirking. "Eric Blaze," he said at last, extending his hand. Eric could tell from her last few words, this girl was no ordinary first year, he could tell by her looks she wasn't, but she was definitely much more mature in her personality, many possibilities Eric thought to himself.
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Post by Watson James on Jan 31, 2009 23:45:06 GMT -5
"Yeah quiet is good," Eric said, "Gives you a place to think. And... always that chance you might meet an incredibly cute girl in the dungeon corridor as well." Eric said grinning.
Watson laughed at this, and not in a gigling flirtatious way either. He wasn't shy or discreet. Well, neither was she, so what could she say?
"Well, my my my, aren't we frisky?" Eric said smirking. "Eric Blaze," he said at last, extending his hand.
Watson stood up from her seat on the ground, extending her cool, pale hand to take Eric's. "Watson James," she told him, "First year Slytherin, obviously like you. What year are you?" she asked him, being that she wasn't good at judging people ages, although it was quite obvious he was older.
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Post by Eric Blaze on Jan 31, 2009 23:55:48 GMT -5
Eric felt her smooth skin as her hand met his, "Pleasure" he said replying to her introduction grinning. "I'm a fifth year." he said, sure the age difference might affect her, but it definitely didn't affect him. When she got near him, he got the chance to check out her eyes, she had very beautiful green eyes.
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Post by Watson James on Jan 31, 2009 23:59:54 GMT -5
Pleasure" he said replying to her introduction grinning. "I'm a fifth year." he said.
"Oh, an older man...what are you, like 15?" she laughed, "Well, don't get too many dirty little fantasies in that big head of your, Hot Shot...I'm only 11," she smirked, the dimple forming on the left cheek.
She pulled her hand from his, shoving it into her cloak pocket, running her hand across the smooth Reed of her wand.
"So, you mentioned being hungry...wanna get a bite to eat?" She asked him.
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Eric Blaze
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 1, 2009 0:10:41 GMT -5
"Yes, I am 15." Eric shrugged, "And fantasies, what fantasies?" Eric smirked, well... she wasn't exactly wrong when she said that, sure it may be bad, but hell this girl was hot. Age didn't really matter to Eric much. "Just be glad I'm not a seventh year hitting on you, like that idiotic Gryffindor guy, Hunter or something, I don't know his name, not that I care anyways." Eric watched as dimples formed whenever she smiled or smirked, hot girl, beautiful eyes, gorgeous hair, cute dimples, where had this girl been all his life? "And yes very hungry." Eric replied when she mentioned about his hunger, "Getting something to eat with a girl like you, pinch me I must be dreaming. Shall we?" Eric smirked. He offered his arm, showing his rather rare gentleman side, he never showed this side to anyone, not even most girls.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 1, 2009 0:16:20 GMT -5
"And yes very hungry." Eric replied when she mentioned about his hunger, "Getting something to eat with a girl like you, pinch me I must be dreaming. Shall we?" Eric smirked. He offered his arm, showing his rather rare gentleman side, he never showed this side to anyone, not even most girls.
Watson took his arm cautiously, laying her hand conveniently on his forearm, pinching him just hard enough for it to barely hurt. She laughed madly and glanced up at him from under her eyelashes, "You said somebody needed to pinch you to make sure you weren't dreaming," she told him simply, smirking evily.
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 1, 2009 0:22:40 GMT -5
As Watson took his arm and then pinched him, he only smirked, "Well. Seems as though I'm not, but I'm still surprised that a girl as cute as you would talk to a guy like me," he replied shrugging, with a small grin. This girl was very frisky, and Eric likes frisky girls. He grinned once again, thinking about this, he pulled his bad tighter over his other shoulder and led her down the hall and up the stairs, "So what do you say to maybe heading outside after we eat?" Eric said as they emerged in the Entrance Hall from the staircase leading up from the dungeons.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 1, 2009 0:28:04 GMT -5
As Watson took his arm and then pinched him, he only smirked, "Well. Seems as though I'm not, but I'm still surprised that a girl as cute as you would talk to a guy like me," he replied shrugging, with a small grin.
"A guy like you, eh? And what type of guy would that be?" Watson questioned him almost suspiciously.
"So what do you say to maybe heading outside after we eat?" Eric said as they emerged in the Entrance Hall from the staircase leading up from the dungeons.
"Perhaps," she answered, making sure to not make any solid commitment to do anything with this guy, "we'll see how the meal goes," she explained to him.
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 1, 2009 0:40:51 GMT -5
Eric shrugged, "Well people say I'm rather quiet sometimes," which wasn't true at all, but hey, what she didn't exactly know, couldn't hurt her. "And you seem to be the sociable type." Eric shrugged, he figured he'd better stop trying to flatter her this way, cause now he was just making himself sound like a jackass. "Alright, well I can promise you, if I have anything to do with it, this meal shall go well." Eric said smirking.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 1, 2009 0:49:31 GMT -5
Eric shrugged, "Well people say I'm rather quiet sometimes, and you seem to be the sociable type."
Watson laughed at his reply. "Quiet type? Really?" she said sarcastically, "Yeah right! And as for me being sociable, I guess I am, in my own way," she wasn't an overly sociable person until she got around certain people, and then she was very outgoing, although she never was even remotely close to being shy.
"Alright, well I can promise you, if I have anything to do with it, this meal shall go well." Eric said smirking.
"Well, I'm fairly sure you aren't king of the world, therefore thing don't always go your way, however, I have no doubt that this will go perfectly fine." She rather enjoyed Eric. He could keep up with her sarcastic sense of humor and never ending teasing and picking, not too mention he wasn't too bad on the eyes either.
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 1, 2009 0:55:12 GMT -5
"Alright you caught me, so maybe I'm not so quiet." Eric shrugged, laughing. "Well... not to brag, but many people do hail me." Eric smirked, "But yeah, this will be a good meal." Eric said with a nod. Watson was indeed a lot like himself, sarcastic, witty, definitely a girl he wouldn't mind getting close to. Eric led her to the Slytherin Table and he took a seat at the bench next to her.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 1, 2009 1:01:48 GMT -5
"Alright you caught me, so maybe I'm not so quiet." Eric shrugged, laughing.
"Strike One: you lied to me," Watson teased.
"Well... not to brag, but many people do hail me."
"Stike Two! You are sickenly full of yourself. Conceited, anyone?" She was laughing so hard she could hardly stand. Watson figured she was loving this too much.
"But yeah, this will be a good meal." Eric led her to the Slytherin Table and he took a seat at the bench next to her.
"Three strikes, you're out!" She informed him, thankful to be taking a seat, pulling one leg underneath her, leaning her cheek onto her hand, elbow propped on the table.
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