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Post by blaise on Jun 13, 2005 2:18:58 GMT -5
Blaise entered the pub with emotions masked. He made his way over to a booth and sat down, laying his head down on the table. He was dissapointed in himself. Never before had he been afraid to approach his parents with a problem in his life or anything of the sort (save for that one time with the milk carton and the bucket of soy sauce, but he didn't speak of that...), and yet now he was faced with the biggest potential let down of all. He, a Zabini, was more intelligent then he was Slytherin. A fact that he didn't really care all that much about, but he knew his family would be preturbed. He sighed, running his hands through his hair before pressing his forehead against the cool surface of the textured plastic table once again.
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Post by Agoraphobia on Jun 13, 2005 2:22:26 GMT -5
Ashlyn was sitting on her stool, swinging her legs and spinning in circles with boredom, when she spotted an unfamiliar boy walk into the pub. She saw him lay his head against the table in a booth, looking mildly distressed, and she decided to go investigate. She approached the table with caution, before sliding in on the other side of the booth and facing him with a piercing, questioning gaze.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly, tilting her head to the side, a slight sense of worry adorning her face.
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Post by blaise on Jun 13, 2005 2:42:09 GMT -5
He raised his head slowly from it's resting position. Before him sat a pretty, young witch, looking down at him with worry. He gave a small smile of what he hoped was reassurance, but most likely turned out to be a cringe of pain as he remember just WHY it was he was forced to think in such an atmosphere.
'I'm fine, thanks,' he murmered. His gaze flicked down to his hands as he his thoughts of his new House dissipated from his mind. Mentally breathing in, he extended a hesitant hand over the table. 'My name's Blaise... Blaise Zabini,' he said, meeting her eyes with his.
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Post by Agoraphobia on Jun 13, 2005 2:45:26 GMT -5
Ash was almost relieved to see that the boy was as shy as she was. She smiled brightly at him and met his hand with hers. "I'm Ashlyn," she said. "I didn't mean to interrupt your thoughts or anything," she added quickly, suddenly feeling rude for barging in as she did. "It's just that you looked upset about something," she muttered, blushing lightly.
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Post by blaise on Jun 13, 2005 2:50:02 GMT -5
'It's alright,' he said softly. 'No harm done. I appreciate your concern... Ashlyn.' The name sounded foreign on his tongue, but he liked it none-the-less. 'But, I'm fine. Just... dissapointed, is all. For lack of a better word,' said Blaise. He attempted another smile, noting with delight that it seemed to end up a bit stronger then the last one. He was suddenly overcome with a strong urge for coffee, and his head perked up as he glanced around the small pub, hoping that he might spot a cup of the substance somewhere.
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Post by Agoraphobia on Jun 13, 2005 11:24:52 GMT -5
She looked at him with a curious expression. What an elusive boy, she thought. "Well," she said, "I don't want to pry into your life, but if you're up for a talk sometime, I'm here." She smiled at him. He seemed different then the other boys. He was far different then Brad, the official philanderer of the school, and studious Darius, and Dante with his rough edges. She was hoping for a friend that she could talk with, share mutual silence with, just be around with no hopes or worries. And, as she looked carefully at the raven haired boy, she began to think that her wish had been answered.
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Post by blaise on Jun 13, 2005 19:13:41 GMT -5
Blaise was surprised. He wasn't expecting such a reach of friendship after only a few minutes of knowing the girl. He found himself smiling that small, little smile of his once more, before glancing out the window panes and into the crowded streets of Hogsmeade. He looked back over at the girl.
'You know, I could use a talk,' he said, shocked at his own forwardness. Since when was he forward?
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Post by Agoraphobia on Jun 13, 2005 23:39:47 GMT -5
Ash raised an eyebrow imperceptibly. "Of course," she said, glad yet somewhat shocked that he'd opened up so quickly.
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Post by blaise on Jun 14, 2005 12:27:50 GMT -5
He glanced around.
'Not here,' he muttered, standing up. 'Can we go back to the castle?'
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Post by Agoraphobia on Jun 14, 2005 14:23:56 GMT -5
Ashlyn stood up as well. "Alright," she said tentatively. "Where to?" she asked, scanning the room quickly to see who was there that Blaise didn't want overhearing their conversation.
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Post by blaise on Jun 14, 2005 14:28:24 GMT -5
Blaise immediately thought of his Safe Haven, the Library. He hoped this Ashlyn girl was a fan, because he couldn't really think of anywhere better.
'Em... what about the Library?' he suggested quietly.
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Post by Agoraphobia on Jun 14, 2005 16:21:57 GMT -5
Ashlyn smiled slightly. "Sure, lets go," she said, heading towards the exit. She wondered why he seemed so nervous.
((ooc: Meet in the Library))
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Post by blaise on Jun 15, 2005 21:07:14 GMT -5
(ooc: Alright)
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