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Post by Saint Pitiful on May 4, 2008 19:30:10 GMT -5
It was one of those days, the days when you would crawl out of the bed and wish to be sleeping again. Saint had woke this day to the sound of younger students running up and down the dorm stairs. It was a Saturday, so most had want to hang out with friends or have a meal. Looking at the clock by his bed, he saw it had slept most of his day away as it was now 4:30.
Sighing he kicked the bed sheet off himself and quickly dressed in a pair or girls jeans and a black shirt that read "The Devil Wears Parada" across it. Pulling on a pair of black and white checkered Vans and a black zip up hooded jacket, he headed out of his dorm. Walking out of the Common Room and soon out of the school, Saint started to the forest in the back. It was said that no one was aloud in these dark areas, but Saint loved them.
As he walked through the forest he spotted a girl with red hair. He had seen he before but never knew her name. Well, he had heard it before, but Saint was a nightmare with names. Seeing that she was smoking this made Saint think he hadn't had one today, he had been trying to quit this nasty habit, but it was harder than it looked. He stopped in his steps and watched the girl, hopping she would make eye contact with him. |
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Post by Saint Pitiful on May 4, 2008 19:55:20 GMT -5
Seeing the redhead saw that he was looking at her, more like staring, Saint turned to look away. But his eyes wouldn't let him turn from her. Hearing her speak,she seemed to not like the idea of him staring. Yes, it was very unkind to be staring at anyone, he hated when other s would start at him.
"Sorry..." he said as he looked at over at a tree beside the girl. He felt the feeling of being sky hit him, he hated when he would get like this around people. But mostly it only happened when he was around someone he thought was pretty cute. Hearing her speak again about having a cigarette, Saint shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I have some." He put his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack. Taking a small thin cigarette out on the pack and a lighter. |
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Post by Saint Pitiful on May 4, 2008 20:20:17 GMT -5
Placing the cigarette in his mouth he lit it with the lighter and a drag of it. Letting the smoke out of his mouth he watched it form into a cloud of nothing. Saint always felt smoking was really gross, but he liked the feeling he would get from them and it was just way to hard for him to stop after he had been doing it for about three months now.
Looking back at the girl he heard he say her name. Choice. It was different, but so was his name, Saint. He liked the way it sounded. Taking another drag from the cigarette, he nodded at her. "It's nice to meet you Choice. I'm Saint." Looking back at her, Saint could tell she had a look on her face like something was wrong. Like she was feeling sick. "You feeling okay?" Saint asked her. He didn't like the look of how she was feeling. |
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Post by Saint Pitiful on May 4, 2008 21:05:38 GMT -5
Watching her look like she was going to be sick, Saint wanted to do something, but of course didn't know what to do. Soon hearing that she was fine and it was just a cold, Saint nodded. He had a feeling that it wasn't a cold but something else that was bugging her. But he wasn't going to keep the topic going. Seeing that she didn't want to talk anymore about it as she changed the subject.
"Um...Ravenclaw." He took another drag before dropping th finished cigarette on the ground and stepping on it with his Van shoe. "What about you? What house are you in, Choice? He asked her. He watched her lead herself ageist a tree, Saint didn't see that to be a bad idea as he soon rested his back on the tree across from her. Looking at her again he kind felt a small smile come to his face, she was a pretty girl, but someone that pretty had to have someone else in there life. |
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Post by Saint Pitiful on May 5, 2008 18:55:28 GMT -5
Hearing that Choice was a Slytherin, Saint felt he could see in her that she was. He had no problem with other houses, most were on his good side so far and he hopped it would stay that way. When she asked him if he had a problem with the Slytherin's, Saint shook his head. "Not at all." He gave her another friendly smile.
Turning his head away from her he could feel his stomach giving nasty flips. It was kinda weird to him, Saint never felt like this. Well, only when he liked someone. He did think Choice a very cute girl, but there was something different about her that he felt then when he felt with other girls. Whatever it was, he liked the feeling. |
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Post by Saint Pitiful on May 5, 2008 19:16:13 GMT -5
Saint smiled when he heard her say that she liked him and she was glad he didn't have anything ageist her house. "That's good. I was hopping you had a problem with Ravenclaws. Most Slytherins do." Brushing his black hair out of his eyes he smiled at her again. Hearing about what they should do now.
"Hmm..I may have an idea." He held a playful smile on his face a he started for a fast walk away from her. He looked back behind his shoulder to see if she would follow. Saint did know something that could be fun to do, mostly him being in the forest a lot. |
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