Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 22, 2007 11:04:04 GMT -5
Susan giggled at Jacques' gentleman-like conduct. His bow was almost comical and he'd used the notion of "ladies first." Susan meant to return with a witty comeback, but her mind seemed to be mush. Nothing funny or interesting came to her mind, so she kept her mouth shut. She slowly walked up the grassy hill to the castle. It was much easier this time, she noticed, than the last time she had been required to return to the castle from a swim.
Susan tilted her head up wards to look at the blue sky above. It was filled with puffy cotton ball-like clouds, Cumulus as a scientist might say. No chance of a storm on this afternoon, Susan breathed a sigh of relief. She was happy to see that her feet found traction on the dry grass instead of slippery muck. The constant though, the castle, remained a beacon. A symbol of warmth and home. It would always be the goal to return to the towering stone walls and towers at the top of the hill. It was like a game, except now she'd reached level two.
Susan felt chills of delight as she realized she was warm again. It had taken a little longer than desired, but her arms were now toasty and warm under the protection of Jacques' coat with much thanks to the sun above them. Her hair was beginning to drip-dry, but still left cool pools of damp fabric around her shoulders and back. Because her hair was wet, it bounced back into it's natural waves and curls. Annoying as it was, on some level, Susan had come to accept that her hair was pretty on some level. (How she would have loved to have short and straight hair.)
Half-way to the castle now, Susan turned to Jacques, "Sorry, I'm such a fuddy-duddy." She genially was sorry. She figured Jacques would have liked to stay outside longer. Susan did too, but she was also a very cold-natured person, would caught colds easily. She knew herself all too well. She smiled weakly at Jacques, waiting to hear a chorus of agreement or something of the sort.
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Post by jacques on Nov 23, 2007 10:56:38 GMT -5
"Sorry, I'm such a fuddy-duddy."
Jacques gave a loud, purring laugh, then looked at her curiously, tilting his head to the side. "Well, I highly doubt that," He said reassuringly, "But my I ask why?" He honestly didn't think that she needed to be sorry, but he could just be being thick. Seeing her weak smile, his eye brows drew together in a half worried expression, and he grinned calmly. Whats a fuddy-duddy? He thought bleakly, silently cursing his lack of social knowledge. Having lived in the jungle most of his life, expressions usually went way over his head.
He scanned the area, drinking in the warm sun and the crisp, cool breeze. He glanced at Susan, checking to make sure she was still warm. Her hair was drying, as was his, and it formed waves. It looked rather pretty, though he didn't say so, and averted his eyes, blushing slightly, but thankfully the dark skin hid it well.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
Posts: 505
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 24, 2007 16:41:49 GMT -5
Susan caught the brief look of confusion on Jacques' face. She saw it mostly in his eyes, the way his eyebrows knitted themselves together and the quizzical look in his eyes gave away his state of confusion.
"Oh, sorry." Susan apologized, "I guess it's slang." She shoved her hands deep in the pockets of Jacques' jacket, as they continued to trudge up the hill to the castle. "A fuddy-duddy is someone who is rather dull in appearance or attitude." She winced slightly as she realized how much she sounded like a dictionary. It was funny though, she remembered exactly what the dictionary had said when she, herself looked up the word when she was younger.
The wince turned into a small smile as she recalled the time her own mother had called herself a fuddy-duddy. Susan had wanted to light the fireworks herself on Independence Day. Her mother hadn't allowed it. Then, Susan didn't understood why she couldn't have ignited the rockets to be shot in the air. Now Susan understood that it was not safe at all for a six-year-old to set fire to explosives.
Susan cocked her head at Jacques. "I figured you would rather stay outside, than tag along with me," she explained further.
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Post by jacques on Nov 24, 2007 17:17:01 GMT -5
Jacques put a affronted look on his face, and placed a hand over his heart. "Of course I'd rather tag along with you," And he shook his head mornfully. Not having much experience in jokes, he decided he didn't trust himself to make it sound fake, so he grinned at her after a few seconds, before adding seriously. "I'd be better off socializing with a friend then getting a cold anytime." He hoped he could her a friend, she certainly wasn't an enemy, but you never knew how people acted, they were more unpredictable then a monkey.
"Slang? Oh, I get it.." And he smiled sheepishly. He did get it..sort of. The only thing he didn't understand was why someone would call a dull person a fuddy-duddy. "Your certainly not a....em..fuddy-duddy." He finished akwardly, struggling over the new word. To him, she couldn't be anything more different then a fuddy-duddy. Before they got in the castle, he decided he best put on his shirt, there was probably a, 'No shirt no shoes no...learning.' rule. After a brief struggle, he popped into it, hair dry, but ruffled up.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
Posts: 505
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Post by Susan Matthews on Dec 2, 2007 17:22:02 GMT -5
As they neared the entrance to the school, Susan slowed down a bit. Subconsciously, she breathed a little deeper and took a little longer in opening her eyes after each blink. Being outside, even if she was chilled by the weather, always felt revitalizing. Susan pulled a hand, with a little trouble, out of the pocket of the large jacket. With the freed hand, she ran her fingers through her hair thoughtfully. By the feel of her hair, it seemed that it would soon be all the way dry. By the time she could make it to the common room, there would be no need for a hair dryer.
She looked up, dropping the strand of partly dry hair that she'd been grasping. Her eyes followed Jacques as he made a comment on the fuddy-duddy-ness of herself.
"Your certainly not a....em..fuddy-duddy." He finished awkwardly, struggling over the new word.
Susan smiled in spite of herself, "Aw, thanks," she said. She didn't try to object as she wanted to. Instead, she gently bit her lower lip, not enough for it to actually hurt, but enough to remind her not to oppose the compliment.
By then, they were stepping up the stone steps to the front doors to the castle. It didn't take long before they were indoors again. The crisp feel to the air was gone in an instant, and replaced with the stuffiness of the magic-automated heating of the castle. Susan made a face as she noted the change in the air and reverted her breathing to that she did not take as deep breaths. With the sudden change in oxygen intake, a yawn formed at her mouth. She allowed it to come, Susan gently covered her mouth with her hand.
"Excuse me," she laughed, as her breathing leveled out to a place where she was not compelled to yawn. The heat of the castle was enough that she did not need the borrowed jacket any longer. She fluidly slipped her arms out of the long sleeves and pulled off the coat. She folded it gently and held it toward Jacques.
"Thanks," she said simply as she waited for him to take the jacket from her hands.
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