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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 12, 2009 19:55:11 GMT
The Librarian dropped a large stack of books in front of Aiden. Aiden smiled, "Thank you." His Australian accent was thick and was enough to melt most hearts. His chocolate brown eyes followed as the librarian went back to work. It wasn't as though Aiden planned on even opening any of these books. He probably all ready knew enough about most of them to pass and that's all that counted. He was just putting on a show. To make it seem as though he actually wanted these books to study. He crumbled the paper that had the list of books he needed for class and threw it effortlessly in the garbage can. These books would wind up collecting dust on his shelf in his dorm.
His hair was somewhat messy seeing as he just rolled out of bed. He wore a simple white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, a pair of dark jeans and black dress shoes. Aiden was a simple kind of person. Choosing to have the best of the necessities. He looked over some of the books titles, realizing that some of these books were the same books he had at the last school. He smiled and snapped his finger. One by one the books were teleported to his dorm room book shelf. Once they were all away he moved towards the window to looks outside.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 12, 2009 20:11:45 GMT
"Oh, frick..." came the small voice from the girl. She was doing homework, at the last minute as per usual, on the table close to the window. She looked up, suddenly realising how loud she was being. "Sorry," she whispered to the boy that was standing near her, blushing a deep red as she quickly lowered her head again, her hair covering her face as she leant over her work again.
Her eraser worked furiously, as she scribbled over almost all her work again, leaning back and tapping her pen against the paper, irritated. She knew she had a few hours yet to fill in the rest of the work, but without the knowledge - or at least someone to push her in the right direction, it was hopeless.
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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 12, 2009 20:22:53 GMT
Aiden smiled at the girl as she apologized for being too loud and than blushed a deep red. He took a step over towards her and leaned down close to her to look at the paper. His head was next to hers. He looked in deep in though for a moment before he spoke. "Necro," he whispered in his thick australian accent. He slowly straightened himself out. "I'm Aiden," he said as he put his hand out for her, waiting for the girl to offer her name. His eyes took in the girl and he came to the quick conclusion that she was a very pretty girl.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 12, 2009 20:31:40 GMT
Shyly, she instinctively pulled away as the guys head came very close to hers, looking up at him in confusion and turning back to her work, trying to hide that her cheeks pink colour wasn't fading. She smiled and nodded in agreement, scribbling down some fact which she knew was right, though she didn't write a lot on it; she was afraid of doing something wrong when he was watching so closely.
"Um..." she looked at his hand, and pulled out her own, shaking it for a second before pulling it back away, "I'm De-uh, Diane." she said quickly, finding herself a little afraid of the boy. She could tell he was what most would consider good looking, but she just found the snakebites and matching look a little threatening. "And, yeah, Necro. I missed a lot of lectures last week." she explained.
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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 12, 2009 20:59:58 GMT
"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Diane," he said as he watched her hand pull away. He could immediately sense that she was intimidated by him. "I'm sorry," he said as he leaned back against the wall, "I frighten you, don't I?" He shoved his hand in his pockets and absentmindedly played with his snake bites. He was waiting to see what she would say. Would she be frightened of him, or wouldn't she? Either way, he was as scary right now as he could be.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 12, 2009 21:10:43 GMT
She looked up at him, saying "Hm?" as she took her eyes off her work. "Oh, no, no.." she said quickly, looking down and laughing, shaking her head and looking back up at him. She was embarrassed, and couldn't help, "No, you don't frighten me," she said, and she was starting to believe it. The more human he acted, the less she thought of him as some daunting emo teenager, and the more she saw a person. "Um, do you want a seat?" she asked, pulling out one of the chairs for him.
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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 12, 2009 22:48:25 GMT
Aiden raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. "Thank you," he replied as he took a seat next to her. His eyes scanned over the pages. All homework was the same to him, boring. His eyes watched her carefully. He smiled, "So, how boring are the classes. Do they let you practice the magic you learn here?" He wondered if he would get in just as much trouble as he did at his last school and he wondered how far he could push the headmaster this time. Although, he bet it would be pretty far because his family paid an extremely high amount of money each year and had given FMS a great contribution when Aiden transfered here. He debated on whether, or not he should.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 12, 2009 23:05:40 GMT
She bit down onto her lip, adding another line to the homework, followed by a question mark and quickly hurried it away. She didn't understand it, and she considered it the teachers responsibility now. "Quite boring." she said with a slightly shrug, "You get to practise most of it, except for the Necromancy stuff. I'm quite glad of that, too." she said, frowning as she thought of all of her experiences over the last couple of weeks. "So I take it you're new?" she asked. She hadn't recognised him, but she didn't know half of the people in FMS.
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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 12, 2009 23:34:51 GMT
Aiden watched as Diane scribbles away at her homework, only putting a question mark on one problem. He tilted his chair slightly to the side so that he wouldn't have to look to the side to be able to look directly at her. Than he leaned back in the chair. It was more comfortable than the chairs at the last schools library. He could get used to being here so far. Everything seemed to be more put together.
"That is good to hear," he said with a smile, "I just transfered because I was kicked out of the last school for practicing any magic." He smirked at what he just said. It kind of made him out to be the bad guy. He waited to see what Diane would say about him being kicked out.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 12, 2009 23:42:49 GMT
She looked away from him, at his expression. Great, another boy trying to get praise for being bad she thought, scribbling down a quick, jagged doodle on the front of her folder. "You say that like it's something to be proud of," she commented, making it clear by her voice that she was not at all impressed by it. "Was it a non-magic school?"
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 13, 2009 2:51:27 GMT
Antosha sighed, rolling out of his bed. Last night had been a pain, and now he had to talk to Diane. Hopefully she wasn't busy. He sat up, reaching for his clothing. It took him almost twenty minutes to slip into his casual clothing; white shirt, spiked bracelet, slightly tight jeans, and his black sneakers. Not that it was that much trouble, but a guy had to gel his hair sometime didn't he. As if Antosha would ever put gel in his hair, it was only a cover story for when he had to put on the black guyliner.
Now that he had finished dressing he closed his eyes, focusing on Diane. She was in the library, perfection, he needed to grab some books anyway. Antosha smiled, grabbing a small book about Necromancy in case he became too bored. Quickly he cast a transportation spell, landing in the library beside De. "Hey." he glanced at the table before noticing the new guy. Antosha studied him carefully, smiling to himself. "Hello, De. Who's your friend?" he asked casual, pulling a chair from across the room so he would be able to sit.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 13, 2009 2:59:23 GMT
She pulled back on her seat at seeing Antosha was there, smiling to him as a greeting. "Hey," she sang, half-glad that he was there to support her while talking to the stranger, and half-feeling that he should have just left them to it. They were just starting to talk... "Antosha, Aiden; Aiden, Antosha." she said, waving her hand between them to indicate who she was talking to, letting them greet. "Aiden's new here, apparently." she filled in for Antosha quickly.
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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 13, 2009 3:33:29 GMT
Aiden smiled at Diane's introduction and nodded his head at Antosha. So, people could just teleport whenever they wanted here. He could definitely get used to being at this school. Everyone so far seemed very nice and he had heard rumors that Lily was here. Perhaps he would go looking for her after this. He hadn't seen her in three years. They were like brother and sister the last time they were together.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 13, 2009 3:44:53 GMT
Antosha smiled, looking between the two. "Touchy, touchy Diane. You could have ject asked me to leave you know." he said, winking at her. "And on a lighter note, hello Aiden. May I ask as to which team you play on?" he asked, leaning back in the chair casually. He had it moved next to De so he could slip his arm across Diane's shoulders.
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Lily-Mae
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"You put on a good show but id be willing to bet that youre suffering more than you let anyone see."
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Post by Lily-Mae on Dec 13, 2009 4:05:32 GMT
Lily-Mae walked into the library. She looked completely frazzled. Where could I have misplaced that darned potions book, she mentally scolded herself, I can't believe I have managed to lose that book. Of all the books." She marched up to the librarian with a sad face, "I lost the potions book."
She waited as the librarian went to search for another book to replace her own, leaning against the counter. She was so worried about losing this book, she hadn't even noticed that Antosha, Diane and Aiden were sitting at a table not that far away from herself.
She wore her hair down and curly like usual, but had an interesting clothing choice. A pair of black, short sophie shorts, a white tank top and a pair of black ugg boots. Her hand ruffled through her hair, pushing her bangs back out of the way. Hopefully, she could get the book and get her homework done before class.
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