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Jun 2, 2010 15:10:37 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Jun 2, 2010 15:10:37 GMT -5
Edward sighed, looking into the mirror with his hands clutching the sides of the off white sink he was leaning over. Today was proving to be a frustrating day, so much in fact that he couldn’t even pluck out what had first made him tick. It could have been this morning when he woke up backwards in his bed, or during Charms when he successfully turned his glass of water into a foul-smelling piss. Or maybe it was how the substitute for Care of Magical Creatures insisted he was much too young to be attending Hogwarts. Either way people were finding ways to irk his nerves today, and they were very victorious in doing so. The first year had no second thoughts about skipping Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he was probably ten minutes late for by now. He hated Professor Mustang and his stupid self-satisfied smirk he always had on his face, and the wry gleam he always had glittering in his black, piercing eyes. Edward hated everything about him, actually, and he wasn’t the first one to acknowledge it. Anyone could tell he had sour feelings for Roy Mustang. If they couldn’t, they had to be as apprehensive as a vegetable. Turning away from his reflection, Ed set his eyes on the entrance door to his right with a quick jerk of his head. He heard footsteps from beyond the wooden slate that hid him from the outside hall, and away from the patrolling teachers and staff. Edward was smart enough to not make it look like he was skipping, but actually casually using the restroom, hence standing at the sink closest to the door. It only took one teacher to walk inside and catch him. The Hufflepuff would just smile and say he was only using the restroom, and was heading back to class. Then, once the teacher was gone (and he had circled the corridors for a while), he would enter another boys’ restroom. An elementary plan, yes, but a solid one that left a little elbow room in case something would go wrong. Which he hoped it wouldn’t.
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Jul 12, 2010 18:18:21 GMT -5
Post by Aeryn Taylor Wakefield on Jul 12, 2010 18:18:21 GMT -5
Brown hair pulled loosely into a bun from the previous night, Aeryn Wakefield walked along the corridors of Hogwarts in aimless search for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She woke up late this morning, which explained her messy and stressed appearance, and her books looked as it they were going to snap her fragile arm bones, pale from the work they held. Aeryn bit her bottom lip, her hand in the tangles of her hair. It can't be that far...can it? Aeryn was about to consider walking into a classroom and asking for directions when a dark voice sounded from the corridor. "Hey, what's a small fry like you doing out here?" Aeryn turned to the sound, her heart stopping in her throat. There were three Slytherin students, and from Aeryn's judgement, had more brawn than brain, very unlike her. Their steps were boasting their power. Aeryn stopped in front of the eldest, a redheaded girl with teeth like a beaver and eyes as cruel as a hellhound. She paralyzed with fear, but words managed to come out. "I'm...looking for my class." The redheaded girl sniggered. "Well, you really shouldn't be going alone so near the Slytherin dormitories." The redhead turned to her friends, both who were drawing out their wands. "I say we teach her a lesson, eh?" They chuckled. Aeryn opened her mouth and reeled her mind for defensive spells as she drew out her own wand. It's not fair! Three against one... And she fled. She didn't get far before she could hear the gruff voice of the redhead girl and her friends pounding after her. "Hey, you little snot! Come back here!" A jet of red flew by her, her hazel eyes widening in fear. What kind of spells did they know - Her train of thought didn't get far when another red jet skimmed her arm, leaving an impressive burn in its place. "Aaah!" She ran faster than before, her eyes fixed on a door. Safety! She hid behind it, her heart pounding as she heard the steps of the girls eventually die out. Aeryn looked around her, her nose wrinkling. The boys bathroom? Her heart still pounded, and she looked at her arm, examining her burnt forearm. She sniffled, but before she could contain herself, she let go to the aloneness that she had in the bathroom and let herself cry out of frustration.[/size]
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Jul 12, 2010 18:59:02 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Jul 12, 2010 18:59:02 GMT -5
Edward jumped back a little as a girl entered the bathroom. He questioned himself for a moment and suddenly ducked behind the sink, wondering if he had been hiding out in the girls’ bathroom this whole time instead of the boys’. But no. There were urinals on the walls. Girls don’t use those, right? A piercing cry caused him to snap out of his worries, his focus being drawn to the girl instead. As he slowly stood up from his hiding position, Ed recognized who she was. Aeryn Wakefield. She was a nice girl that he had spoken to a few times in the past in the Hufflepuff common room, at the table in the Great Hall, and had sent a few waves to occasionally as they passed each other in the corridors, but other than that, he hardly knew her at all. She has a burn… “Are you hurt?” Ed asked, rushing towards his friend, his blond braid swinging off of his shoulder. His steps ended quickly as he stopped still on the sequence of white tiles, looking down at Aeryn’s wound. It looked pretty serious despite how it looked like it was made with hardly any effort at all. His gloved hands lifted from his sides, looming over Aeryn’s skin. He contemplated what to do, since he didn’t have his wand handy, and it was impossible for him to perform any magic without it. Also, Edward didn’t want to hurt her more than she had already been. Before she could respond, he spun around and headed back for the sink, taking off his tie in the process. Edward’s hand turned the steel handle of the faucet and he stuck the striped tie beneath it. It got drenched with cool water, Ed squeezing the water from fabric every couple of seconds. After a few moments of this process, he picked his tie up and hurriedly carried it over to Aeryn as drops of water hit the floor from his wet hands. “Here,” Ed said, wrapping the damp tie around her burn, “Cold things will make it feel better. At least, I think so, but you can be the judge of that.” He shot her a friendly smile. “Better?”
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Jul 13, 2010 15:45:31 GMT -5
Post by Aeryn Taylor Wakefield on Jul 13, 2010 15:45:31 GMT -5
“Are you hurt?” At the sound of another voice, Aeryn nearly jumped and whimpered. She held her injured arm closer to her, as if to protect it from any further harm. When Edward Elric stepped out of the shadows, however, Aeryn sighed with relief. "Oh, it's just you." she murmured. "I thought you were one of those Slytherin girls." Edward Elric was a nice guy, that's what his vibe told her. They hadn't talked really, except for the time where she was bawling her eyes out over her dead father in the Hufflepuff common room. But even still, there was some part of her - a hidden back part of her, Aeryn might add - that felt safe around him. That wanted to be around him longer... Which was equally embarrasing for the both of us. It seemed that he was the only person who found her when she thought she was alone, when she let herself cry. Before she could say anything to him, though, he was loosening the grip on his tie. Aeryn couldn't help but stiffen with fear; every sudden movement made her fearful nowadays. What is he doing? Edward's gloved hand moved to the sink, the water spashing on the tie. Oh. He's wetting his tie. That sure makes sense. Ed was walking towards her again, the dripping tie in his hand. She gently brought out her burnt arm. "Here. Cold things will make it feel better. At least, I think so, but you can be the judge of that.” Aeryn Wakefield laughed nervously. He didn't know what he was doing, either. She gritted her teeth and inhaled through them when the tie went on her burn, but it did feel better after a while. The stinging started to subside. "You always find me when I'm at my worst." Aeryn commented, her voice traced with humor. "I can assure you, I'm not a sobbing idiot most of the time." Edward shot her a smile and soon she found herself smiling back. "Better?" Aeryn beamed at him. "Better." she replied, meaning it in more than one way." There was a silence, which Aeryn was eager to fill. "So, why are you even in here? It's not like you got chased down the halls by sadistic Slytherins, so you must be skipping class."[/size]
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Jul 13, 2010 17:13:45 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Jul 13, 2010 17:13:45 GMT -5
Ed blushed when Aeryn smiled at him. He felt suddenly nervous enough to face away from her as she spoke to him, his blond hair hiding his facial expression. Weird. "So, why are you even in here? It's not like you got chased down the halls by sadistic Slytherins, so you must be skipping class." Edward laughed a little, his smile turning into a smirk as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. You could hear the light sound of water dripping from the previously used faucet in the silence, the sun occasionally brightening the dark vicinity of the boys’ restroom. “You’re right,” he said, sliding down the wall into a sitting position next to her. “Dealing with Roy Mustang didn’t sound so fun. I’ve had a pretty bad day today, actually.” He sighed. “Up until now, anyway.” The Hufflepuff boy swallowed the urge to say anything else as he flexed the fingers on his right hand. It was a habit of his when he couldn’t think of anything else to do. He tried his best to keep his eyes from wondering towards Aeryn, which was a bit out of character. Ed had never taken interest in a girl before. No girls ever took interest in him, either, as far as he was aware of. It shouldn’t matter. Emotions were very confusing to him, especially ones toward girls that he was not familiar to. Anyone would say it was bad to push away your feelings, and it was always best to go with your gut, but Edward didn’t understand it, really. Through the long pause between their exchanged words, he struggled to find something to talk about. If they were going to be in here together for some time, there should at least be a little conversation. “At least the weather’s nice…”
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Jul 13, 2010 19:10:37 GMT -5
Post by Aeryn Taylor Wakefield on Jul 13, 2010 19:10:37 GMT -5
Aeryn started to notice Ed's stiffness around her, pricking her interest. Weird. The brunette girl looked at her shoes, trying hard to fill silence and not look away as he - as Ed, someone she barely knew! - sat next to her on the dirty boy's bathroom floor. Edward! She barely knew him! But why was it she felt like she did? He's just one of those nice guys. He seems really friendly. Ed laughed at her statement, smiling. Aeryn couldn't help but smile too - he was one of those people with contagious smiles. “You're right. Dealing with Roy Mustang didn’t sound so fun. I’ve had a pretty bad day today, actually. Up until now, anyway.” Aeryn looked up at her friend (well, they were about the same height, so not technically 'up'), her hazel eyes filling with concern. For one who sure loved to talk about her problems, she was graced with the God-given ability to listen, which was pretty rare. She paused. "Professor Mustang is a bit of a jerk to some people. Mostly you, we've noticed." she agreed, crossing her arms, the still-wet tie dripping on the lower arm. "I guess we're both missing Defense Against the Dark Arts today." She grinned at him a little. "Well, hey. Look on the bright side; our days are getting better. I got saved from a very painful experience, and you get to miss Defense Against the Dark Arts and Mustang's jeering glares!" Aeryn's gave Edward a snarky look. "And, I'm glad my physical harm brightened your day. I'll make sure to trip more often." she said, her voice thick with sarcasm. She was brightening by the minute, all because of the random somewhat stranger she met in the bathroom. And then, it was silent again. Ed and Aeryn's faces were maybe less than two hands apart, which was awfully close for a person like Aeryn who so treasured her personal space, close enough to... Her eyes needed something to divert to, and that something happened to be her shoes. She dissected every detail of them, anything that could possibly cure whatever made her feel like she knew him or made her heart beat like a wild animal...[/size]
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Jul 13, 2010 21:05:33 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Jul 13, 2010 21:05:33 GMT -5
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Ed said, waving his hands in front of his face as she mentioned herself getting hurt. “I meant that it’s nice to not be in here all alone with someone I actually like. Normally you would get the tattletales or the guys that make your life a living hell, so I’m lucky.” He jumped a little, his face showing stress at his accidental, and possibly offensive, words. “Not that I’m lucky you got hurt, because that’s not lucky in the first place for anybody, because if I got wounded by Slytherins that wouldn’t be lucky, and I definitely wouldn’t want any of my friends to get that done to them, so, yeah, you know what I’m trying to say right?” His sentence was spoken in one breath, and he inhaled as soon as he pronounced the last syllable. Ed didn’t want Aeryn to think he was being mean to her or anything, no, he wasn’t like that at all. He wondered for a moment why he even cared. His heart raced, his mind was fuzzy, and even his palms had began to sweat as he slowly had began to get closer to her for the past twenty minutes or so. “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is…” he trailed off, his golden eyes locking with her hazel ones unexpectedly. He looked away, and then back again. “I, uh… this…” Edward’s body seemed to act on its own as he twisted is right side over Aeryn, his torso hovering above hers as he blinked down at her, eyes wide with confusion. Though, he was quick to react and realized that this was completely awkward, especially if he just remained this way. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and leaned in towards her, tilting his head to the right as his lips collided with Aeryn‘s. He breathed in for the first time in what seemed like minutes, his heart pounding at the lengthy seconds that passed. As Edward slowly pulled away from her, he smiled, still looming overhead with a gentle expression. He felt immensely relieved and so scared at the same time. He didn’t want Aeryn to run away, and he hoped she had liked the kiss as much as he had. The blond worried that she would never speak to him again but if that was the case, at least their short-lived relationship would go out with a bang.
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Jul 15, 2010 5:45:38 GMT -5
Post by Aeryn Taylor Wakefield on Jul 15, 2010 5:45:38 GMT -5
Aeryn closed her eyes and shook her head as Ed kept rambling on about how sorry he was. "Ed, I was kidding." she said, wondering if she was inneffective at delivering sarcasm, or if Ed just didn't understand it. It was a part of her nature to mock things; she hoped Ed didn't take it wrong. “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is…” His eyes locked with hers, and Aeryn took opprotunity to look up into them. Golden... He had such pretty eyes. She just had her father's shade. “I, uh… this…” Edward's body began to shift, and soon he was hovering above her, his body inches from hers. Aeryn wanted to shift from the uncomfortability and unknownness of the situation. "Ed?" she murmured, but her mouth was quickly silenced before she could ramble on with Ed's. Aeryn hadn't ever been kissed before, and it was a completely new feeling for her. She usually locked herself from people - being the child of a drunkard and a dead man usually came with baggage - but now, she felt more exposed than she had in her entire life. It was terrifying. It was relieving. Her mind was racing a million other thoughts as Ed pulled away, smiling. She placed her sweaty - she hadn't noticed they were sweaty until now, anyway - palms on the condensating floor, almost in a state of rebellion and protest against the golden haired boy. "What...just happened?" she asked the question that first came to her mind when he kissed her. She was feeling a mix of things, her mind and manner changing like a mood ring. She looked at him in indignation. "I barely know you, and you kissed me?!" she said, almost with a scowl. "This, oh, this isn't the most romantic of places. I should be disgusted. I should never want to talk to you again after this!" At the end of her rushed statement, she breathed out and her forehead scrunched in anger. There was a moment of a pause, the two nearly-thirteen year olds just looking at each other. "God." And then, giving in finally, she kissed him back.[/size]
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