Shenanigans: Two Dim Bisexuals and Their Gorgeous Wingman
Mar 2, 2015 1:56:38 GMT
Post by Ember Stonefyre on Mar 2, 2015 1:56:38 GMT
Ember was feeling rather happy and content at the moment as the winter wind flicked at the hair that wasn’t tucked beneath her grey winter cap. The sky was blue today, deep and wonderful, though there were several large grey clouds in the distance that threatened to bring more snow before the day was over, but Ember didn’t really mind. She liked when it snowed, all fluffy and white. It gave her an excellent opportunity to test her visibility skills and work harder on them for future Quidditch matches that may or may not take place in bad weather. Aside from the fairly nice weather (despite it being quite cold out still, it was the last day of February), Ember had several other reasons to be glad today.
First, it was her birthday, which, most years she tried to ignore. She was officially seventeen now and legally an adult according to the wizarding world laws. It was a strange feeling, going to bed still a minor and waking up realizing that you suddenly, in the matter of a split second of something as simple as time moving, you weren’t anymore. It was good being seventeen… though mostly because her mother had finally sent along an item that Ember had desired for ages. Her father’s old pocket watch had a couple of dings in it and there was an extra smooth spot on the back where he used to rub it with his thumb for good luck. She could clearly remember playing with it as it hung from his front shirt pocket, teaching her how to read all the different hands and symbols along the face. It hung on the chain round her neck with her key now, another token of her beloved old dad.
Currently the Gryffindor had made herself comfortable in the snow on the roof of the Three Broomsticks, laying back and staring at the sky with eyes that matched it’s current shading. Her second reason to be happy, was that she had invited her newest friend, Sophia Black, to hang out in Hogsmeade today and Sophia was bringing a friend along, so it should be fun. Ember had invited Eveleen Swan along as well of course, but her Ravenclaw had morning plans for some reason, so they were meeting up at Honeyduke’s later to do their usual monthly reconnaissance trip for chocolate and sugar quills. Eveleen was one of the few people at Hogwarts who knew it was Ember’s bithday and that was how Ember preferred it. She didn’t like to think about her birthday most years, given the fact that her dad had died just several days before her eleventh one. So, the day was treated like it was just another day, though, Ember did have a habit of spending it with her lovely Ravenclaw friend.
It would be a nice day today, with Sophia and her friend in the morning and then maybe all of them and Eveleen this afternoon. It made Ember smile, thinking about seeing the Hufflepuff again, though she wasn’t exactly sure as to why she felt so giddy at the idea.
Voices floated upwards, hitting the lion’s ears. Ember sat up, schooching closer to the chimney. From up here she could see two heads bobbing down in the street, one of which she was pretty sure was Sophia. And beside her… Oh! Ooooooh. Ember would recognize that head anywhere.
Laughing, Ember mounted her broom from where it sat beside her in the snow, and raced to the end of the roof. Her broomstick caught, keeping her from falling, and she dashed quickly forward, letting herself fall sideways until she was dangling just from her legs. As she passed over the pair, she grabbed hold of Eveleen’s coat’s shoulders, knowing her friend very might well murder her for doing so as she very much disliked being anywhere on Ember’s broom. The Gryffindor rose higher, enough for Eveleen’s feet to dangle, and she grinned impishly down at the Ravenclaw. “Fair lady, thou hast seemed to have lost thy footing?”
First, it was her birthday, which, most years she tried to ignore. She was officially seventeen now and legally an adult according to the wizarding world laws. It was a strange feeling, going to bed still a minor and waking up realizing that you suddenly, in the matter of a split second of something as simple as time moving, you weren’t anymore. It was good being seventeen… though mostly because her mother had finally sent along an item that Ember had desired for ages. Her father’s old pocket watch had a couple of dings in it and there was an extra smooth spot on the back where he used to rub it with his thumb for good luck. She could clearly remember playing with it as it hung from his front shirt pocket, teaching her how to read all the different hands and symbols along the face. It hung on the chain round her neck with her key now, another token of her beloved old dad.
Currently the Gryffindor had made herself comfortable in the snow on the roof of the Three Broomsticks, laying back and staring at the sky with eyes that matched it’s current shading. Her second reason to be happy, was that she had invited her newest friend, Sophia Black, to hang out in Hogsmeade today and Sophia was bringing a friend along, so it should be fun. Ember had invited Eveleen Swan along as well of course, but her Ravenclaw had morning plans for some reason, so they were meeting up at Honeyduke’s later to do their usual monthly reconnaissance trip for chocolate and sugar quills. Eveleen was one of the few people at Hogwarts who knew it was Ember’s bithday and that was how Ember preferred it. She didn’t like to think about her birthday most years, given the fact that her dad had died just several days before her eleventh one. So, the day was treated like it was just another day, though, Ember did have a habit of spending it with her lovely Ravenclaw friend.
It would be a nice day today, with Sophia and her friend in the morning and then maybe all of them and Eveleen this afternoon. It made Ember smile, thinking about seeing the Hufflepuff again, though she wasn’t exactly sure as to why she felt so giddy at the idea.
Voices floated upwards, hitting the lion’s ears. Ember sat up, schooching closer to the chimney. From up here she could see two heads bobbing down in the street, one of which she was pretty sure was Sophia. And beside her… Oh! Ooooooh. Ember would recognize that head anywhere.
Laughing, Ember mounted her broom from where it sat beside her in the snow, and raced to the end of the roof. Her broomstick caught, keeping her from falling, and she dashed quickly forward, letting herself fall sideways until she was dangling just from her legs. As she passed over the pair, she grabbed hold of Eveleen’s coat’s shoulders, knowing her friend very might well murder her for doing so as she very much disliked being anywhere on Ember’s broom. The Gryffindor rose higher, enough for Eveleen’s feet to dangle, and she grinned impishly down at the Ravenclaw. “Fair lady, thou hast seemed to have lost thy footing?”