Post by Donncha 'Ack' Coughlan on Jul 10, 2015 13:44:09 GMT
Heaving a sigh and shifting his large digital camera from one hand to the other, Ack entered the park in search of some good scenery and a sense of relaxation. The camera didn't actually work at his job, but it was his preferred one when he was out in the Muggle world. He had spent the entire morning cooped up in an office, going over and over again the proper layout for the photos he had taken for a collage the Daily Prophet was putting out tomorrow. It had been for some kind of Ministry event he couldn't even remember the name of as it had been incredibly boring, though he had remembered to write down a list of the people who were in the pictures. The entire past week had been nothing but running around and photographing people for the Prophet, which he didn't mind considering it was his job and he did enjoy it, but there were times, like today, when he wished he could just take a moment to capture the things that spoke to him. Like that butterfly sitting upon a brightly colored flower, or the pair of children messing about with some paper boats on the pond while their grandfather stooped down to help them perfect the folds so no water could get in. Smiling, Ack raised his camera and was about to take a picture of the trio, when something moved in the corner of his eye.
A slight breeze was all it had taken, playing at the fly aways on the top of a brunette head belonging to a girl sitting on a bench a distance away. Had it not been for the wind, Ack would have missed her completely, normally taking the main path instead of straying down one of the smaller ones the park boasted. From this angle, the girl's back was mostly to him, but he could still see a bit of her face and the sketch pad in her hands... No. Really? Out of all the places and parks in London and all of the possible times one could traverse them, it just so happened that this particular girl was in the same park as him at this very moment, within this hour upon this seemingly regular day in a year that had nothing even remotely remarkable to speak of yet? Ack felt his heart jump in his chest as he automatically clicked a picture of her.
Now, of course, from this particular distance, it would have been easy to mistaken the girl for someone else, at least, for most people it would. Having spent the better part of his last four years at Hogwarts purposely searching the crowded hallways or common room for a glimpse of her, Ack knew with all of his heart that there was no doubt to be had right now. He knew the way she moved, the way she sat, the manner with which she ate her food, and how her hair sometimes still fell into her face even though she tried to keep it pulled back. He could hear her laugh in his mind, smell that delicious scent of chocolate that always seemed to be hovering around her, and feel the way just looking at her made his stomach flip and heart soar. Of course, nothing had ever come of this particular infatuation of his, for the former Ravenclaw was about three years older and the girl was quite belonged to their shared best mate who also happened to be Ack's cousin. Oh the fights they'd used to have over the brunette, silent battles over the top of her head. Not that they would ever tell her that, about the unspoken rivalry they had had for her affections years ago even though nothing had come of it for either of them. The brunette was painfully uninterested in Ack, why he wasn't even sure she'd had any interest in dating anyone at all, and too woefully straight to have any interest in his cousin.
Of course, that opinion of her had changed dramatically, when Ack had heard the news of the girl having found herself a boyfriend. He hadn't been able to properly leave his bed for a few days and then he was quite grumpy whenever speaking to anyone for a while. He supposed he should be happy that she had found someone who, according to his cousin, seemed to be a good match, but it was difficult when he had been smitten with her for so long. He had watched her grow, from this tiny little barely twelve year old thing to a gorgeous, if still quite short, teenager. It had been a full year since he'd seen her properly too, and given the current circumstances at home, he had been wondering if he would see her at all until maybe even next year.
Well, he damn sure wasn't about to miss out on this opportunity that had been flung in front of him.
Sneaking his way over, making sure to hide behind trees so as not to be spotted, Ack moved slowly. He paused now and then, to take a picture of the girl, unable to help it when he found her so impossibly wonderful and attractive. He had so many photos of her from over the years, most taken secretly, though not in a creepy way. He did not have them plastered to his bedroom walls or anything like that, but did occasionally like to look through them. He would occasionally give some to his cousin for the friendship collage on her bedroom wall or his aunt for her photo albums and he did have some framed in his living room, but in most of those she was firmly linked to his cousin and they didn't stand out from among the other fifty or so framed pictures he had in his apartment.
Ack stopped when he was about four feet away from the back of the bench, and dug into the small pocket on his blue messenger bag. He pulled out a little round chocolate truffle, partly melted, but still sealed neatly in it's tinfoil wrapper. Taking a few steps forward, Ack extended one arm, so much taller than the girl that it was quite easy to see over her head, and promptly dropped the sweet into her lap as he had done so many times over the years. The boy ducked down quickly, behind the bench, trying to hide and waiting.
Eveleen Swan
A slight breeze was all it had taken, playing at the fly aways on the top of a brunette head belonging to a girl sitting on a bench a distance away. Had it not been for the wind, Ack would have missed her completely, normally taking the main path instead of straying down one of the smaller ones the park boasted. From this angle, the girl's back was mostly to him, but he could still see a bit of her face and the sketch pad in her hands... No. Really? Out of all the places and parks in London and all of the possible times one could traverse them, it just so happened that this particular girl was in the same park as him at this very moment, within this hour upon this seemingly regular day in a year that had nothing even remotely remarkable to speak of yet? Ack felt his heart jump in his chest as he automatically clicked a picture of her.
Now, of course, from this particular distance, it would have been easy to mistaken the girl for someone else, at least, for most people it would. Having spent the better part of his last four years at Hogwarts purposely searching the crowded hallways or common room for a glimpse of her, Ack knew with all of his heart that there was no doubt to be had right now. He knew the way she moved, the way she sat, the manner with which she ate her food, and how her hair sometimes still fell into her face even though she tried to keep it pulled back. He could hear her laugh in his mind, smell that delicious scent of chocolate that always seemed to be hovering around her, and feel the way just looking at her made his stomach flip and heart soar. Of course, nothing had ever come of this particular infatuation of his, for the former Ravenclaw was about three years older and the girl was quite belonged to their shared best mate who also happened to be Ack's cousin. Oh the fights they'd used to have over the brunette, silent battles over the top of her head. Not that they would ever tell her that, about the unspoken rivalry they had had for her affections years ago even though nothing had come of it for either of them. The brunette was painfully uninterested in Ack, why he wasn't even sure she'd had any interest in dating anyone at all, and too woefully straight to have any interest in his cousin.
Of course, that opinion of her had changed dramatically, when Ack had heard the news of the girl having found herself a boyfriend. He hadn't been able to properly leave his bed for a few days and then he was quite grumpy whenever speaking to anyone for a while. He supposed he should be happy that she had found someone who, according to his cousin, seemed to be a good match, but it was difficult when he had been smitten with her for so long. He had watched her grow, from this tiny little barely twelve year old thing to a gorgeous, if still quite short, teenager. It had been a full year since he'd seen her properly too, and given the current circumstances at home, he had been wondering if he would see her at all until maybe even next year.
Well, he damn sure wasn't about to miss out on this opportunity that had been flung in front of him.
Sneaking his way over, making sure to hide behind trees so as not to be spotted, Ack moved slowly. He paused now and then, to take a picture of the girl, unable to help it when he found her so impossibly wonderful and attractive. He had so many photos of her from over the years, most taken secretly, though not in a creepy way. He did not have them plastered to his bedroom walls or anything like that, but did occasionally like to look through them. He would occasionally give some to his cousin for the friendship collage on her bedroom wall or his aunt for her photo albums and he did have some framed in his living room, but in most of those she was firmly linked to his cousin and they didn't stand out from among the other fifty or so framed pictures he had in his apartment.
Ack stopped when he was about four feet away from the back of the bench, and dug into the small pocket on his blue messenger bag. He pulled out a little round chocolate truffle, partly melted, but still sealed neatly in it's tinfoil wrapper. Taking a few steps forward, Ack extended one arm, so much taller than the girl that it was quite easy to see over her head, and promptly dropped the sweet into her lap as he had done so many times over the years. The boy ducked down quickly, behind the bench, trying to hide and waiting.
Eveleen Swan
