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Post by Mary Evans on Apr 24, 2006 5:23:42 GMT
Easter had passed and May was on it’s way. The weather was clearing up and with it Mary’s spirits tended to soar from time to time. Not all the time of course but often enough. Exams would be upon them soon unfortunately but Mary didn’t sit her OWLs for another year and so she hadn’t bothered to start revising yet. There was no point anyways, not like she would remember in June something she studied in April. Ignoring the stress of exams left Mary with plenty of time to waste. This Thursday afternoon she decided to go outside. She didn’t much like snow and so was now taking full advantage of the fact it was gone after a winter of being boarded up inside. It was a nice afternoon though and classes were out, finally.
A light jacket would do it, perfect. Mary pulled a white leather jacket out of her wardrobe and put it on. She checked her reflection in the mirror making sure her long red hair was relatively in place. Mary took real pride in her hair, and her clothes, just about everything about herself brought her pride in fact. She also picked up a little black purse and was on her way out of her dorm – leaving her homework untouched on her bed.
It was still a little chilly by the lake but Mary loved the fact that it wasn’t frozen anymore and the blue sky reflected in the water made her happy. It reminded her of summer and if she tried real hard she could almost imagine it was nearly summer break. That’s why she stayed there – sat down by the lake. She, of course, did a cushioning charm first to make the grass comfy and keep her clothes from getting dirty, but beyond that sat down on the ground.
Mary pulled a book out of her purse and flipped it open to the marked page. It certainly was a nice afternoon. Good weather, good book, great mood. Life was working for her at that moment, that’s for sure.
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Post by aryasillhouette on May 8, 2006 18:42:46 GMT
Arya loved the change of the seasons, and couldn't stay inside. It was just too crowded, and there was too much filth in the castle for her to go roaming around, without wanting to jinx some of them. She couldn't help herself, that was just the way it happened. She would be walking by them, and one of them would make some snide remark, and that would be the end of it. Before she ever realized what she was doing, she would have already jinxed them, and just hoped that there wasn't a professor around to have to worry about.
This day appeared to be Arya's lucky day. She was able to get out of the castle without running into anyone in need of a good cursing. She really wasn't in the mood to jinx anyone this day. It was too nice of a day for her to want to jinx anyone. She decided that a walk around the lake was exactly what she needed.
As Arya began her walk, she looked around the lake, trying to see if anyone was around that she might know. She spotted a few younger students but they were all from other houses, no one that she bothered to care about. She continued her walk, and finally spotted a younger Slytherin that she somewhat knew. "Hello, Mary. How are you this lovely day?" Arya called hoping that she wasn't disturbing the younger girl.
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Post by Mary Evans on May 12, 2006 4:38:02 GMT
Mary heard her name called from a short distance away. Looking up she saw another Slytherin who she thought was a named Arya in the year above. With neither a smile nor a frown Mary gave a curt nod and closed her book – replacing the bookmark. “Arya” she said not bothering to get up. “Who is to judge that it is a lovely day? Lovely to you maybe, but does that really determine how my day has gone? Maybe I failed a test today, maybe my heart has been broken, maybe I am on cloud nine and this has been the best day ever. But honestly, who are you to judge?” Mary responded to the question coldly.
She looked out to the lake in order to allow Arya to chose her path. She could walk away and ignore Mary, allowing Mary to read more. She could sit beside Mary and trudge on looking for conversation. She could stand there and berate Mary too, which would give Mary a nice little argument.
The water was calm but the occasional ripple let you know it was still alive. Sure, people would tell you water was not alive, but Mary knew better. She had recently read something in a book about how all the particles in the world were always moving – even if they didn’t look like it. It was all in intricate dance preformed by the universe and everything had a balance. And when you walked or even just sat you were somehow interacting with it all; you were a part of the dance. Or something to that effect Mary couldn’t quite remember, she liked the idea though.
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Post by aryasillhouette on May 17, 2006 4:29:53 GMT
"Pardon Me." Arya replied with a bit of a snap in her voice after Mary's little grasp of the concept of her mentioning that it was a lovely day. Arya had not meant to offend the younger Slytherin, but merely to declare that the weather was lovely that day. It was good weather to be outside. Although one with allergies would find it horrible, for everything was in bloom.
Arya, feeling quite unlike herself, decided that she would not proceed to try to force the girl into conversation, but merely to sit down a few trees away, and listen to the lull of the wind over the water. Arya's senses were abuzz. This made her wonder if there was a storm brewing again. Arya breathed deep, trying to see if she could sense more of a storm. To her dismay, there was nothing except the smell of the wind wafting over the water, as she sat beneath her tree. Arya played with the grass quietly. She had to admit that she was becoming quite lonely for no one seemed to want to have anything to do with her as of late. Am I that conceited and horrible? She thought to herself, knowing that there was no such thing as being too conceited.
Arya glanced once again at the younger girl before turning her attention upward toward the skies. Arya loved the skies, they told of the day ahead, and sometimes of the day that had already gone by.
((Sorry if it's horrible. It's just where Arya wanted to go with it.))
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Post by Mary Evans on May 24, 2006 1:21:53 GMT
Mary just smirked up at Arya as she seemed to take offence to Mary’s diatribe about Arya’s use of the term “lovely day”. Mary then turned back to the lake and ignored the older Slytherin as she mad up her mind what to do. She was impressed when Arya chose to sit down quietly; very good self-control. To Mary it signified that Arya respected her enough not to berate her and yet was not afraid f her like some little Gryffindor would be. Of course, Mary loved it when Slytherins feared her tongue, but she also lost all respect for them. Slytherins should never falter nor fear anyone in her opinion. A hard thing to live up to and nobody ever did but… in a perfect world…
Glancing over at Arya Mary noticed she was looking up to the skies rather than down at the lake. With a small contented sigh Mary lay back in the grass and watched the clouds pass over her head. “Funny, how the clouds seem to take shape in your minds eye. How somehow your mind cannot comprehend that they are just abstract and it forms their shape into something definitive. And yet, it is abstract and therefore the same cloud can look so different to each person. Don’t you agree?” she said calmly.
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Post by aryasillhouette on Jun 24, 2006 4:10:16 GMT
Arya saw no need in being afraid of the younger Slytherin, regardless of what she had heard about her sharp tongue. Arya could be just as witty and spiteful as the next, and didn’t feel the need to berate any of her house mates unless they were well deserving of such a talking too. Mary had just been speaking how she felt, and Arya respected that.
“Yes, it is strikingly odd. How the mind perceives something that is so intangible to be something as definite as a shape.” That had always been part of why Arya was so fascinated with clouds, and storms and the like there of. She had always thought it odd that a single cloud could never appear the same to two different minds, even if they shared the same thoughts and comprehensions. “The clouds tend to let us see what hides deep in our subconscious, and gives a little insight to our souls. Take, for example the cloud floating across the lake, I see a giant gryffin, soaring high in search of the proper prey. I am not certain what it tells me about myself at this moment, but later tonight when I ponder the days thoughts, I will find that the gryffin seen in today’s cloud shows a part of my soul that I had yet to look into .” Arya did have a tendency to be a touch philosophical when it came to the subject of clouds, and storms. She felt that clouds could show one their inner self, while the rain could wash away one’s troubles even if just for that day.
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Post by Mary Evans on Jun 30, 2006 5:05:54 GMT
“Mmm” was all Mary could really reply to Arya’s speech about clouds. In all honesty she felt the older girl was perhaps going a bit too far, but it was far too calm a moment to start a bicker about something so trivial as clouds. If the girl wanted to “discover her soul” through seeing griffins that’s her deal. Mary knew you could get a look into your subconscious mind and see something about your current thought process – but your soul? That was digging a bit too deep. But then some people would look for anyways to “discover themselves” simply because they had no idea of their true identity, and that was just sad. Mary, on the other hand, knew just who she was… for the most part. And even when she didn’t she knew enough not to make pathetic attempts to uncover her soul.
“I suppose the mind cannot really comprehend the abstract, though. The human brain always seems to try and convert things into tangible forms, whether it is cloud forms, ideas of the divine, or art; little dots on a page or an abstract sculpture taking on a form. I suppose as a race we simply are not intelligent enough to comprehend the infinite, since we are not, or the intangible, since we are. Or perhaps we are simply so arrogant as to believe everything must be just like us.” Mary mused as she stood up and stretched, almost cat like, reaching her hands into the air and throwing her head back.
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