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Oct 17, 2014 0:01:51 GMT
Post by Ramona Adessi on Oct 17, 2014 0:01:51 GMT
Initially, it had been a joke. When Ramona had been standing beside the Fat Lady, Anders bidding her farewell, she had had no intention of giving her jersey to anyone, never the less a boy she barely knew. So it begs the question, how did Anders Briar, a Ravenclaw, end up at a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game sporting a quidditch jersey with the name 'Adessi' printed in big gold colored letters on the back? Well it began the morning after Ramona and Anders little encounter.
Ramona had woken early like she always did. The girl wasn't much of a sleeper, always being the first up and last to bed. She headed to the showers like she did every other day to prepare for a long morning of tedious classes. That was when she noticed. While changing out of her clothes to get in the shower she saw reflected in the mirror, blooms on her collar bone of a now angry purple and severe blue. Gently she drew her fingers across the bone, flinching at the pain it caused. That was when she remembered the events of the night before, the bumbling yet extremely helpful and intelligent boy who had made a skele-grow potion for her.
"What was I thinking?" Ramona had mumbled to herself as she remembered inviting the boy to touch her chest. No boy got that close to her assets with returning with a broken hand.
Anders was different though. He didn't leer or come off creepy and she didn't feel challenged by him which was while selfish,was a relief to Ramona. It was tiring to be constantly competing against herself, nature and men's inborn confidence to show she was their equal. Ramona didn't believe she should have to be better than boys at everything, but if she wasn't, well it seemed they wouldn't take her seriously. Anders did though, even seeing her injured he treated her like she was on even ground with him. No jeering comments about how her injury was proof she should be painting her nails or snogging boys rather than on a broom did Anders utter. The only time he may have showed any regard for her sex was with the offer to walk her back, but that was out of courtesy and she had just been injured. Ramona would have done the same.
It was then Ramona decided that she liked the boy. Not that she hadn't before, he had been a huge help to her, but this was a bit different. It wasn't a 'like' that made her nervous or shy, but it didn't feel the same as the regard she held for male friends like Will or Cohen either. It was a different kind of 'like' that pushed Ramona to decide she wanted to see him again, just to hang out. Ramona smirked, a plan to do just that forming in her head.
Perhaps it would seem a bit silly, or even presumptuous, but it was too late. Ramona had already written a note and attached it to the jersey that was now balled in her fist. She had made sure to be quicker in switching classes than Dom and Cohen today, for some reason not wanting them to know what she was doing. It seemed a private thing, even though she would be doing it in a hallway full of her peers. That's when she saw him, Anders, his tawny head of curls bobbing through the crowd. Ramona looked at the note she attached, Men's small = women's medium. Should fit. Let's hang out after the game, steeled her resolve and headed towards the direction of tawny curls. Casually and without sparing a pause in her step or even a word, she shoved her jersey into Anders arms as she passed, a light tinge on her cheeks. Ramona didn't look back.
Andrew 'Anders' Briar
Ramona had woken early like she always did. The girl wasn't much of a sleeper, always being the first up and last to bed. She headed to the showers like she did every other day to prepare for a long morning of tedious classes. That was when she noticed. While changing out of her clothes to get in the shower she saw reflected in the mirror, blooms on her collar bone of a now angry purple and severe blue. Gently she drew her fingers across the bone, flinching at the pain it caused. That was when she remembered the events of the night before, the bumbling yet extremely helpful and intelligent boy who had made a skele-grow potion for her.
"What was I thinking?" Ramona had mumbled to herself as she remembered inviting the boy to touch her chest. No boy got that close to her assets with returning with a broken hand.
Anders was different though. He didn't leer or come off creepy and she didn't feel challenged by him which was while selfish,was a relief to Ramona. It was tiring to be constantly competing against herself, nature and men's inborn confidence to show she was their equal. Ramona didn't believe she should have to be better than boys at everything, but if she wasn't, well it seemed they wouldn't take her seriously. Anders did though, even seeing her injured he treated her like she was on even ground with him. No jeering comments about how her injury was proof she should be painting her nails or snogging boys rather than on a broom did Anders utter. The only time he may have showed any regard for her sex was with the offer to walk her back, but that was out of courtesy and she had just been injured. Ramona would have done the same.
It was then Ramona decided that she liked the boy. Not that she hadn't before, he had been a huge help to her, but this was a bit different. It wasn't a 'like' that made her nervous or shy, but it didn't feel the same as the regard she held for male friends like Will or Cohen either. It was a different kind of 'like' that pushed Ramona to decide she wanted to see him again, just to hang out. Ramona smirked, a plan to do just that forming in her head.
Perhaps it would seem a bit silly, or even presumptuous, but it was too late. Ramona had already written a note and attached it to the jersey that was now balled in her fist. She had made sure to be quicker in switching classes than Dom and Cohen today, for some reason not wanting them to know what she was doing. It seemed a private thing, even though she would be doing it in a hallway full of her peers. That's when she saw him, Anders, his tawny head of curls bobbing through the crowd. Ramona looked at the note she attached, Men's small = women's medium. Should fit. Let's hang out after the game, steeled her resolve and headed towards the direction of tawny curls. Casually and without sparing a pause in her step or even a word, she shoved her jersey into Anders arms as she passed, a light tinge on her cheeks. Ramona didn't look back.
Andrew 'Anders' Briar
