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Post by ames on Jan 29, 2006 7:39:45 GMT
The night overtook them as they sat there, Adella's platinum hair was pushed back by the sudden wind. Her pink eyes looked to her friend, a smile playing on her petite, pink lips. She brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and wondered why Rowyne hadn't neared her yet. She didn't sit very far from the red head. Rowyne's green eyes searched the field, looking for someone, or something, her red curls bringing out the beauty in her elvish face. Adella raised an eyebrow and called her friend over
Amelia bit her lip. What to write next... Her hand hovered over the parchment notebook, her quill threatening to drop ink on the 7th page of her ever growing novel... A book about elves... who would write such a thing? Amelia would. She sighed, setting her quill down and decided to take a short break. Slowly leaning back in her chair, Amelia's fingers rubbed small circles at her temples. She leaned her head back, trying to concentrate.
She wanted to finish this chapter... it would be so easier for her to just finish it and move on... It was such a boring chapter! And she knew it, but it had to be rather boring to tie the chapter before and after it together. She started to take a deep breath but ended up yawning instead.
Amelia glanced at her watch, wondering what the time was. 11-o-clock at night!? She gasped. How long had she been there? One hour? Two? No... She had been writing for three hours straight. Thank God it was a Saturday... She sighed and looked back at the parchment notebook that sat before her on the table.
She didn't want to write anymore, but she had to finish this chapter or she'll go insane! Amelia looked around the library, the books screaming to be read. She shook her head. No way was she going to quit now... she had to finish this thing! Amelia scooted back up to the edge of the table and hunched back over, dipping her quill in the ink and beginning to write once again.
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Post by mongaj on Feb 3, 2006 16:35:35 GMT
It had been a long night. A report on the beginnings of muggle electricity, a list of spells to memorize for charms, and a notebook of Quidditch plays to learn were all matters of importance on Landon's list. He had completed the first two, putting off the Quidditch book until later as it was not of academic importance. He did however need to learn the plays soon as there was a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw quickly approaching. Putting his books in his bag, he noticed his notebook which had been shoved to the bottom of the bag. Sadly, he had been forced to cut down on his free-writing lately because of all the work that had been assigned. He hated losing writing time, but knew there wasn't much he could do about it. Promising himself that he would not let it go past tomorrow, he began to exit the library. It was getting too late to stay there much longer. Walking past the many empty tables, Landon peered through the dimly lit room and saw nobody. He assumed he was the only one left in the library at such a late hour. Just then, he thought he noticed someone who appeared to be struggling with homework or something. Rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, he looked again, and sure enough there was a girl concentrating deeply on whatever she was writing. His curiosity getting the best of him, Landon walked over to the girl, making enough noise so that she was aware of his coming. He didn't want to startle her by sneaking up on her quietly. "What's keeping you up so late?" he questioned curiously. Knowing he sounded rather nosy, he gave a genial smile, hoping the girl was not in a bad mood, being that it was so late. ((sorry for the late response.... I too have been busy with so much work and sports just like Landon, so my writing time has been cut into- not something I am happy about either!  )) |
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Post by ames on Feb 4, 2006 2:40:40 GMT
A deep sigh escaped Amelia's lips as she lay her head back, eyes closed shut, and her hands rubbing her temple. She opened her eyes wide, trying to adjust to the sudden dimness. She shook her head, trying to stay awake. Instead, she yawned a deep, wide yawn and looked down at her notebook. Sudden inspiration filled her from head to toe. She tingled with the ideas that ran through her head quick as sun light. Clicking her tongue against the back of her front teeth, she slumped over and began scribbling about on the parchment with her quill.
After ten minutes of heavy writing, someone's heavy footsteps echoed behind her. She paused, wondering if the new arival would walk past or come join her as she sit there. The footsteps, instead of walking out of the dark library, they stopped behind her and a boy's voice spoke behind her. The sudden noise contrasted badly in the silent library, making the boy's voice seem loud er than it really was. Amelia jumped slightly from the loud voice.
She looked behind her suddenly and regarded the boy behind her. She recognized him as being in her own year, but something about his appearance made her think he was older. Maybe he was 16... or older, but Amelia knew he was a fifth year. He was cute too. She smiled instantly as a greeting. His question confused her, but only for a second. Her smile widened and she decided to let out a little joke.
"I could ask the same for you," she smiled her friendly smile as she looked up at the boy.
((OOC: lol, that's all right... I've been busy too...))
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Post by mongaj on Feb 7, 2006 5:26:19 GMT
"You got me," Landon said, getting a closer look at the girl in the dim light. She was an attractive girl who he vaguely remembered having a class or two with. If he was correct in his assumption, she too was a fifth year, but in the Gryffindor house. "Landon," he said, taking a seat and offering his hand, "and you are..." he paused for a moment, thinking hard in trying to remember the girl's name. "Wait! Don't tell me, I think I remember... Is it Amelia?"
Looking across the table, Landon noticed that there was a parchment notebook covered in black ink. This girl had been writing a lot, and Landon was awfully curious as to what she was writing. There were no books around, so it was most likely not homework. A small burst of excitement shot up his back and he met the girls pretty blue eyes with a curious look. "Are you writing a story or something," he asked, almost unable to get the words out. Writing was something that Landon assumed most other students his age were not interested in. With all the writing required for homework, most associated it with busy work which was unappealing. To find someone else who shared his desire for writing was something that excited him greatly. Of course, there were many other possibilities, but Landon remained optimistic as he anxiously waited to hear the girl's reply.
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Post by ames on Feb 8, 2006 1:47:22 GMT
Amelia merely smiled at his response and glance down at her notebook. She wasn't wishing to be alone, in fact she was glad for the break! Her eyes returned to the boy's face as he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Amelia timidly took his hand and shook it. Landon... she flipped the name over and over in her head. It was nice name. Her mouth opened to say her own name, but Landon guessed it before she could even get a sound out. She laughed a bit. He was funny too. She nodded, amused by his correct guess.
"That's my name!" Amelia said, half laughing. She wasn't surprised that he knew her name. They were in the same year. In fact, Amelia remembered when he was a first year and got sorted. He was sorted before she was. She looked down at her finger nails, not sure why she wasn't staring at that handsome face beside her. Just as her nails came into her rang of vision, Landon's voice spoke beside her. She could sense the sudden excitement hidden deep in his voice. She took her precious notebook in her hands and smiled at Landon.
Nodding, she said, "Yes. It's my passion," She paused, looking at her story. The familiar words shining with new ink. Her words seemed silly when spoken aloud. She always thought those exact words and knew it was true, but when she spoke them? Not so much.
"Well," she hesitated, "I mean... I love, writing..." Amelia's cheeks burned as she blushed. She bite her lip and smiled shyly. Then shrugged. What was the use... She looked back at Landon, "Do you want to read?"
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Post by mongaj on Feb 10, 2006 2:35:28 GMT
Glad to have guessed her name correctly, Landon relaxed a little. It would have been rather embarrassing to have guess completely wrong- definitely not a good way to make a first impression. Amelia seemed like a very nice girl, and he wouldn't have wanted her to form any negative perspectives about him.
He watched with anticipation as she responded to his question about writing. He loved it when somebody else shared his enthusiasm about writing. To him, it showed a person's intelligence. It wasn't often that you found somebody their age who enjoyed a hobby that revolved so much around mental capacity and academics.
When Amelia spoke the words 'want to read,' Landon couldn't help but just stare. He rarely ever let people read his writing unless he really knew them. So for Amelia to be so willing to let him read, he took this as a true compliment and privilege. "Sure," he managed to say, "but only if you really want to let me. I know that it's taking a big risk revealing your writing to somebody. Especially somebody you barely know." He hoped that he hadn't caused Amelia to doubt her decision to let him read, but at the same time, he didn't want her to let him read it unless she was really sure about what she was doing. After all, he knew of many times when he had done something and then realized later that he really regretted doing it. But of course, maybe he was just over-obsessed with writing, and Amelia wasn't as serious as he was when it came to this idea of sharing writing with others.
Leaning forward in his chair, Landon waited anxiously for her to pass him the parchment. He couldn't wait to read what she had written. Would it be a novel? A poem? Free writing? It didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was that he found someone to share his hobby with and the thought of that made him smile.
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Post by ames on Feb 11, 2006 0:53:33 GMT
Amelia hesitated at Landon's next words. Maybe he was right... showing too many people an unfinished story may be a big risk, but it seemed like Landon appreciated writing as much as she did. Plus, Amelia needed an outsider's opinion. She looked down at the ink writing. The words, dry now, seemed duller than before when the ink was still wet. Amelia bit her lip and looked back at Landon. Then she smiled and passed the parchment to him.
"It's fine, really." she assured him, "I need someone else's opinion. Besides, you seem to appreciate writing... so..." she smiled warmly, her teeth showing only a bit as her eyes twinkled.
((sorry it's so short...))
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Post by mongaj on Feb 14, 2006 18:38:37 GMT
((That's okay, mine isn't the longest either!))
Amelia seemed a little hesitant to hand over the parchment, but in the end she did with a smile. Instantly, Landon began reading what appeared to be the beginning of a novel. A few minutes later, he finished the last part which Amelia had just written. Overall, he was very impressed with her abilities. She could easily get her writing published from what he concluded. It was an incomplete story for now, but she had potential. The first part of books was intended to grab and maintain the reader's attention. Amelia was successful in catching Landon's attention, and he would have gladly read on had it been finished.
"Not bad so far," he said, indicating that he was impressed. "There wasn't much for me to go by, as I'm sure you just started, but I love the detail, and it seems to have the ability to hold a reader's attention." He thought a little more about it, and finally questioned, "So what do you have in mind for the plot?" Landon's favorite part of a writing a story was creating a complex plot which included many twists and turns to keep the reader on their feet.
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Post by ames on Feb 18, 2006 7:03:00 GMT
It was a bad habit... She admits it. She never could stop chewing on those finger nails of hers. She doesn't even have to be nervous! Just... because. The moment Landon's eyes started to dart across the pages of Amelia's stories, Amelia's index finger slowly traveled up to her lips and those teeth began their work. Amelia didn't even notice she was chewing on her nails when Landon's eyes met her once again. She paused, realizing her habit was already in effect. Her eyes averted his own as Amelia slowly lowered her hand, trying not to be noticeable.
Landon's remarks slightly stung her writing-self-conscious yet she appreciated his honesty. It wasn't that his comment was mean or even close, it was the 'pretty' part... 'pretty good'... and, 'just started'? She had been working on this story for quite a long time. Amelia nodded and looked down at her hands. It was seven pages long... She shrugged mentally. She asked for his constructive criticism. When he asked about the plot, Amelia decided to forget about her hard feelings on herself and her writing and just answer his question.
"Well," she laughed a bit, "What I really wanted to do was... well, in the first couple chapters I introduced Adella and Rowyne, right? They're, well, they're elves," a nervous laugh escaped her lips as she continued, "And, um. Adella is the innocent, happy, more childish, really, and Rowyne, her best friend, is the village trouble maker. Rowyne is always getting her into trouble and it's really funny in some parts... Well I try to make it funny," she shook her head, realizing she was rambling.
"Sorry, anyway. This really evil elf is trying to take over the village and Rowyne's father, the village leader guy, gets killed and Rowyne has to take over and suddenly this war happens and... yeah..." she laughed a bit, again. Her heart beat quickened as her nerves escalated. She was confessing a lot about her most intimate thoughts to almost complete stranger.
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