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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 14:59:40 GMT -5
''Well, if you look like her she must've been beautiful'' noted Mark, grinning innocently at Aira. He knew that he could probably cheer her up by giving her complements, so he gave it a shot. He nodded when she suggested to go for a walk.
''Sounds like a good idea'' he said, getting up and putting his coat back on. He walked towards the exit and waited for Aira, in the meantime looking around the small shop. He could see why most of his friends didn't like the place. There was a lot of pink, and that was definately a bad thing. He sighed and turned to Aira.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 15:09:11 GMT -5
She heard his comment and suddenly she felt her heart skip a beat. She then laughed, blushing greatly, but she turned, packing her jounrnal back in her bag. "You know," She stated. "I've written about you several times." She winked, locking her journal and walking out the door, laughing.
She noticed his look when he noticed the pink. He was in a cafe where everything was pink, it was quite amusing. Now, she wondered, what people would think of them sitting there alone, but she didn't care. She started laughing. "I'll race you to the front gates!!!" She said, starting to pick up speed.
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 15:15:32 GMT -5
''Oh really? Then I'd keep a close eye on your journal if I were you'' teased Mark, exiting the small coffee shop with Aira. He grinned and shook his head when she sped of and he quickly ran after her.
''You don't seriously think that you can beat me, do you?'' he asked jokingly as he fell in pace with her. He sped up a bit more.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 15:22:12 GMT -5
"Oh, come on, I forgot your legs were longer! Not fair!" She said angrily. She took her back from her shoulder and threw it at him to slow him down. The picking it back up when she got closer to it. She just laughed the entire time that she ran around.
"This is a rigged match!" She said as the gates came coming into the clearing. She tried her hardest but she turned just right and ran into someone. She fell backwards and stood back up, laughing as the man glared at her deeply. "Sorry sir." She said innocently, and as soon as he turned away she started laughing again.
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 15:40:50 GMT -5
''Yeah well, that's not my fault'' replied Mark as she said something about his legs he longer. He almost tripped over her bag when she threw it at him and mock-glared at her as she ran by.
''Cheater!'' he said, quickly running after her. She stopped when she ran into an elderly man, and he couldn't help but laugh at her innocent look. He started running again, reaching the gate pretty fast. There, he rested for a bit, trying to catch his breath. Running and laughing wasn't a good match.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 16:03:35 GMT -5
She got back to her speed and ran forward to meet him at the gate, she had clearly lost. She ran into him purposely and started laughing as she circled around him. She sat down, catching her breath, and then laying down upon the green grass and just kept laughing and huffing. She smiled.
"That was fun." She said enjoyingly. "You're a jerk for not being as short as me though." She said jokingly. "It's not fair." She laughed,
She just laid in the grass staring up at the sky and catching her breath finally and once again breathing right. She giggled. "That man was so big! I thought he was going to like eat my face." She joked.
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 16:07:20 GMT -5
''I can't help it that I'm bigger than you'' replied Mark, lying down next to her in the grass. He chuckled when she mentioned the man.
''Yeah I know, he was like twice your size and a bit more'' he said, grinning. The man had, indeed, been pretty big, but not that big. Aira was just a bit small.
''So, now what?''
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 16:11:00 GMT -5
She laughed, turning over around in the grass, and balanced herself upon her elbows and looked at him. Her blode hair flailed in the wind delicately. She smiled. She analyzed him for what seemed like forever, before her gaze broke back into reality, "I dunno, what is there to do anymore?" She laughed.
She smiled, placing her chin upon his side and just staring at him. A bunch of thoughts ran through her head as she watched and listened to him breathe. "I really missed the late night talks we used to have at the Burrow." She smiled, remembering it like it were yesturday. "Remember the night your mom asked me to light the fire, and how it took me three hours to just figure out how to make it light?" She laughed at herself. "I can be so blonde at times." She looked at her hair. "Err... nevermind."
She sat up for a minute and took out her notebook, and began writing. She wrote the exact time and exact place and would look back and forth from him to the book to hint that she was writing, once again, about him. She finished, sneaking the lock back on her journal and placing it within her bag.
She got an idea. She giggled slightly and innocently and poked him in the side, trying to find a ticklish spot out of pure curiosity. "Oh, come on, you have to have a spot somewhere." She said poking him. "Hmmm..." She laughed. "Somewhere..."
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Post by mark on Dec 31, 2006 9:17:35 GMT -5
Mark grinned as she studied him, making faces at her to try and get her to laugh. He groaned when she grabbed her journal and started writing, making it obvious she was writing about him. Rolling his eyes, he just tried ignoring it and studied the clouds, trying to find shapes.
''Look, it's a cow!'' he said, pointing at a very weird cloud that floated overhead. He grinned innocently at her and tried finding other funny shapes. He sighed in relief when she put her journal away, happy she was done studying him and writing about him. He didn't really mind, of course, but if it took a long time to write about him when he was there himself, it got annoying.
He jumped when she suddenly poked him, obviously trying to find a spot where he was ticklish. He grinned at her, knowing that she knew he wasn't that ticklish.
''Try all you want, if there's one thing I'm not, its ticklish'' he said to her, sticking out his tongue. Then he sat up straight and poked her back, hoping she was ticklish.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 31, 2006 9:33:17 GMT -5
She wrote one line. One line, but for somereason she couldn't stop reading the line. She wanted to write more, but not now, for he'd surely look. She just smiled at him, not believing that it seemed like so long since the last time they had fun together. She wrote for only a mere minute, but judging by his bored look he thought it took much longer than she did. She stopped, looking up at the clouds and started laughing. "You're crazy... I see no cows." She shook her head. She laid back down with him, looking up too. "That one looks like a deformed sheep." She just laughed.
She continued to poke him, but when he poked her back she began to jump. First he beats her at running, and now he finds out she's tickilish, but he isn't? He was going to be hard to fight with. She poked back, no use, she started giggling. "Hey!!!" She battled back with a smile.
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Post by mark on Dec 31, 2006 9:37:02 GMT -5
''A deformed sheep?'' asked Mark, laughing when he saw the cloud she'd pointed at. To him, it looked more like a really weird head or something. He shook his head, still laughing and then he lent back in the grass, sighing.
''Can we like, stay here and not go back to school?'' he suggested, grinning. He knew that wasn't possible, but sometimes a place just felt so pieceful that you wished you could stay there forever. He jumped when she poked him again, rolling his eyes at her. He poked her back, grinning as he found out she was very ticklish.
''What hey? It's not my problem I'm better than you'' he said, trying to give her a conceited look, with no succes.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 31, 2006 9:51:06 GMT -5
She just relaxed with him. "We have to go back at some point." She sighed. "But I don't think it'll look this nice outside for a while. It's supposed to rain again tonight." She sighed. She didn't want to stop staring, and almost in a complete day dream that she was floating within the clouds. "It must be so wonderful to be a bird... you ride the waves of the wind." She smiled. "... If only I wasn't afraid of heights." She sighed. "I never took flying lessons because of it."
A cloud went by in the shape of a rose and she suddenly smiled a took a deep sigh. Her mother came back into her mind, when years ago before she died, they used to go out and pick flowers together every Saturday morning. She smiled. "For once memories come back, and I'm not sad."
She looked back at him, starting this new war of theirs, and she just laughed. Right before he went to poke her again she stopped him. "You know, one of these day I'll beat youa t something... shorty." She smiled.
She sighed once again. She looked back up. "You know, we barely ever talk anymore. What's new with you these days? Anything I should know about?" She laughed. "You've been staying out of Detention, right?" She said, rolling her eyes.
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Post by mark on Dec 31, 2006 10:04:35 GMT -5
''Aira, this is England. We don't have nice weather, unless there's something really wrong or something'' said Mark sarcastically, though a grin was apparent on his face. He went back to looking at the clouds, chucklnig when he saw one that looked a bit like a pig. He listened to what Aira said and smiled, shaking his head slightly as she mentioned Detention.
''Come on Aira, you know me. I practically land myself in detention every night. And nothing's really knew. I talked to some new people you might know. Alex and Madi and all, nothing much really. Tried getting in the Shrieking Shack the other day'' he then said, waving his hand dismisivly. He didn't really think that what he'd been doing lately was all that exiting. He was actually looking forward to school.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 31, 2006 10:15:11 GMT -5
She shook her head, England, but yet, it was still better than the Americas. In those ten minutes of laying down did she finally realize how vakuable life was and if it were possible to change her past, than she would. She wouldn't have landed herself in the hospital while getting questioned everyday by a high-strung bratty little shrink. The taste of the medicine suddenly came back to her, and she gasped in disgust. Awful stuff.
She turned her head to him, and she could vaguely smell the dew of the rain still on the bright green grass. She laughed. "Not everyday, surely? You are getting more and more like your father, well, that's what your grandmother says anyway." She smiled. "I'm quite happy you don't know who my father is. You wouldn't want to." She warned. "I don't even want to."
She thought about the names that he mentioned. "Alex, and... Madi? I don't think I know them." She commented, thinking. "Dating someone is interesting! You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!" She said, giving him a faked surprised look and then laughed. "I'm just kidding."
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Post by mark on Dec 31, 2006 10:44:25 GMT -5
Mark listened to what Aira said and chuckled. He knew he was getting more and more like his dad, people reminded him of that almost daily. But he didn't care all that much, his dad was pretty cool. He grinned when she said he couldn't possible be getting detention everyday.
''Well, maybe not everyday. I try to avoid getting detention on the days we have Quidditch practise'' he said, trying to look at her seriously, but grinning anyway. He rolled his eyes when she said something about her father. He knew he shouldn't and it might make her feel bad, but if she kept mentioning her past, it wouldn't make her feel any better.
''Well, they're both Ravenclaws, Alex's a seventh year and Madi a fifth, I just ran into them in London and at the Alley'' he said when she mentioned not knowing either of them. He rolled his eyes again when she mentioned girlfriends, wondering how she came up with that, seeing as they weren't talking about that at all.
''Girlfriends? I've got no girlfriend, and I'm fine with that. She'd probably try talking all my pranks out of my head, that's just no fun'' he said, even though he knew that probably wasn't true. But he just wasn't looking for a girlfriend.
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