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Post by taylor on Apr 23, 2011 14:08:16 GMT -6
 taylor headed out into the grounds, pushing aside the doors with a fluid motion. she frowned at that familiar ache in her left shoulder, but she shook it off, rolling her arm as she strolled casually out into the late afternoon air. it was cool, and she felt it through the thin fabric of her cloak and midnight dress which blew behind her, clinging to her slender, curvy frame.
she lifted her face slightly to meet the carees of the breeze, smiling as she smelt the familiar scents of winter, long chocolate hair brushed back from her shoulders by the winds hands and tumbling toward her waist. it had been a long time she'd been here. hogwarts. she'd missed it a lot, and a light smile played upon her full lips as she headed down toward her second favourite place. her first favourite being the quidditch pitch but of course, she didn't dare go there anymore... it was too painful to have to watch others play whilst she herself could no longer.
with a sigh filled with contempt for that terrible day in which she felt she lost everything, tay paused at the lake edge, looking out of the glistening smooth mirror-like surface of the water and allowing herself to smile breifly, her right hand moving to rub her pained left shoulder. she'd been over-using it today, and the effects were starting to make themselves known. she frowned and shook it off again, refusing to allow this old injury to ruin her glorious return to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardly.. she grinned lightly at the glistening water and wondered what could make this moment any better...
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Post by ronan on May 5, 2011 4:22:03 GMT -6
The day was certainly going rather strangely. This was mainly because his first years had actually complained about not being set any homework. Now in Ronan's mind, there wasn't much need for homework until you got to Fifth Year, so he had assumed that they'd be fine with not having any homework. Apparently not.
Currently, he was sitting in his office, with the door propped open as per usual. A light breeze floated through the window, rustling the papers which he was trying to read. He ran his hand through his hair and then rested his head on his hand, desperately trying to concentrate. One of the reasons why it had taken him so long to get used to the life of being a professor was his short attention span to anything that didn't involve Quidditch. Marking papers was one of those many things. He left his seat and glanced out of the window at the lake of which he could see a small section of.
It was time for a walk, that was the only option possible, seeing as though there was no way on earth he would be able to concentrate on this paper. The walk down to the grounds never took more than a couple of minutes and soon he could feel the breeze properly. He headed towards the lake, having decided that he couldn't resist after seeing it out of his office window. As he drew closer, he noted that someone else had been drawn to the lake's edge. He smiled slightly, walking over to her and speakling softly so as to not startle her, "why hello there".
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Post by taylor on May 5, 2011 11:18:58 GMT -6
hearing a soft voice murmer "why hello there" from behind, taylor blinked, coming out of her thoughts and turning to see who it was. she felt a smile pull at her lips as her gaze drifted lightly over a figure that semeed quite familiar. "hey." she returned, tilting her head slightly as her brain went into overdrive, putting a name to the face. "you're ronan right? ronan connolly?!" she asked, the name finally springing to her lips and her smile warmed further.
when she'd flown proffessionally she'd played for the holyhead harpies, she'd played against his team a couple of times before, she remembered chatting to him a couple of times, maybe several years ago now - but from what she remembered, they'd gotten on pretty well...infact if she remembered correctly, they'd been a fair amount of flirting. grinning lightly taylor gaze at ronan, slightly surprised to see him here. "taylor paxton, charms proffessor..head of slytherin." she quickly introduced herself, offering her hand to shake in politeness. "how've you been? ... i used to fly for the holyhead harpies.. we played against each other a few times i recall." she grinned again and quickly explained, not sure if he'd remember her or not.
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