Post by Julius Lionheart on Aug 2, 2010 19:37:17 GMT
OOC:(( I had to make this, Julius never got to pay his respects to his former classmate.))
IC: It was beginning to look like the perfect day to Julius Lionheart. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and all the girls were simply beautiful. This was indeed the world of an famous quidditch player. He was the center of attention and couldn't keep the girls off of him, and that was when reality decided to kick in. Something hard hit him in the face, causing his eyes to open. Eyes open, Julius saw that he was on the floor. Pushing himself up, he sat on his rump and swept his hair back. Why was it that something always woke him up from such great dreams? True dreams weren't real, but they were extremely fun. Here he was in his monster of a house and he still wasn't living the life of a rock star. Then again, who really wanted all that? He liked the idea of being famous, but really he preferred the flying. Standing up, he looked at the clock on bedside table; it said the time was six in the morning! He would never get back to sleep now. Grumbling about the unfairness of it all, he showered and got dressed.
By the time he was ready for the day at hand, it was eight. He had eaten a light breakfast involving bacon, biscuits, and gravy. His only room-mate as well as team-mate had already left that morning saying he had to see about getting a new broom. Julius had himself what was considered to be the broom of the century, the Firebolt, so he had no such worries. Still maybe he would go somewhere. Ah, he would go to Godric's Hollow. Yeah that's what he would do he decided. He wore black cargo pants, a black long sleeve under armour, a red sleeveless over shirt, black tennis shoes, and of course his custom made black sports shades. With enough money in his pocket to buy anything he wanted and wand as well, he decided he was ready to venture out. Without another second wasted, he turned on the spot and apparated there.
He had made sure to apparate to his uncles own house there. Nobody was home though, so it made things easier. He was here to pay his respect to his former classmate, Harry Potter. Oddly enough it was the first time he had ever come to Godric's Hollow for this, for it wasn't in his character to mourn the passing of others. Yet Harry had been one of those few people whom he had looked up to. Maybe he shouldn't do this he thought, but his feet seemed to belay that thought and moved of their own accord. They guided him to the cemetery, where he saw the marble statue of Harry as a baby with his parents. Deciding this spot was as good as any, he looked around. There was nobody around, and to make sure, he used the revealing spell to detect life, but found none too close. Waving his wand once more, he conjured some flowers and placed them in front of the statue. This was good as place as any to honor Harry, as well as his parents. " Thanks Harry for being a good friend." he said with a sob in his voice, " I should have done this sooner, but I'm a bit of a slacker when it come to things like this." His throat caught for a moment, and he found he couldn't say anything further. He just stood there, silent tears streaming down his face. Turning away, he wiped his eyes, managing to say, " Heh, I always knew I was gonna do this if I ever came here."
IC: It was beginning to look like the perfect day to Julius Lionheart. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and all the girls were simply beautiful. This was indeed the world of an famous quidditch player. He was the center of attention and couldn't keep the girls off of him, and that was when reality decided to kick in. Something hard hit him in the face, causing his eyes to open. Eyes open, Julius saw that he was on the floor. Pushing himself up, he sat on his rump and swept his hair back. Why was it that something always woke him up from such great dreams? True dreams weren't real, but they were extremely fun. Here he was in his monster of a house and he still wasn't living the life of a rock star. Then again, who really wanted all that? He liked the idea of being famous, but really he preferred the flying. Standing up, he looked at the clock on bedside table; it said the time was six in the morning! He would never get back to sleep now. Grumbling about the unfairness of it all, he showered and got dressed.
By the time he was ready for the day at hand, it was eight. He had eaten a light breakfast involving bacon, biscuits, and gravy. His only room-mate as well as team-mate had already left that morning saying he had to see about getting a new broom. Julius had himself what was considered to be the broom of the century, the Firebolt, so he had no such worries. Still maybe he would go somewhere. Ah, he would go to Godric's Hollow. Yeah that's what he would do he decided. He wore black cargo pants, a black long sleeve under armour, a red sleeveless over shirt, black tennis shoes, and of course his custom made black sports shades. With enough money in his pocket to buy anything he wanted and wand as well, he decided he was ready to venture out. Without another second wasted, he turned on the spot and apparated there.
He had made sure to apparate to his uncles own house there. Nobody was home though, so it made things easier. He was here to pay his respect to his former classmate, Harry Potter. Oddly enough it was the first time he had ever come to Godric's Hollow for this, for it wasn't in his character to mourn the passing of others. Yet Harry had been one of those few people whom he had looked up to. Maybe he shouldn't do this he thought, but his feet seemed to belay that thought and moved of their own accord. They guided him to the cemetery, where he saw the marble statue of Harry as a baby with his parents. Deciding this spot was as good as any, he looked around. There was nobody around, and to make sure, he used the revealing spell to detect life, but found none too close. Waving his wand once more, he conjured some flowers and placed them in front of the statue. This was good as place as any to honor Harry, as well as his parents. " Thanks Harry for being a good friend." he said with a sob in his voice, " I should have done this sooner, but I'm a bit of a slacker when it come to things like this." His throat caught for a moment, and he found he couldn't say anything further. He just stood there, silent tears streaming down his face. Turning away, he wiped his eyes, managing to say, " Heh, I always knew I was gonna do this if I ever came here."
