09-03-2012, 05:24 PM
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Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
|  Louisa, a little Viv. be curious, not judgmental
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul  She caught the movement somewhere on the opposite side of the table and her eyes caught Max sliding closer to where the group was sitting... if you count this as a "group". Louisa gave him a way more cheerful smile than the one he got this morning, "Max, hi!" She leaned forward on her elbows again facing him and chuckled, "Yeah, carrying a concussed girl on a stretcher with her boyfriend on a verge of breakdown was the highlight of my day." She shook her head and chuckled once again.
But then it really occurred to her that she didn't see him on the Platform or at the carriages, "How did you do? Are you okay? Did you break anything?" Like... not a vase or other earthly positions, but limbs and bones. He shoulder get it. Right? Whoa, a concussion? Max frowned. "Yikes! That's no good." And kind of gross. Internal head injuries were tricky beasts. "Sorry you had to do that. Does she seem to be okay?"
Max forced a small smile. Aside from being thoroughly surprised at the amount of injuries resulting from portkey travel, he turned out all right. But he had still never seen so many wounded in one place. "Oh, no - I've traveled by portkey before - I'm fine. I helped a few first years - they were mostly okay, more confused and lost than seriously hurt." Which was good, because Max didn't do well with blood.
"Are you okay?" He leaned in close, concern on his face that hinted that he didn't just mean physically. Was she okay emotion-wise? And mentally? Was she distraught? Was she actually OKAY?
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul Those words were enough for the Ravenclaw to drop EVERYTHING she was doing, including a water pitcher and a goblet, and for her head to snap toward the talker. A blonde not-young girl, who called Vickers Vick and implied that he had been "sore" because she didn't tell him something. Which was a dead giveaway that they were friends, and on first-name-basis friends. How... lovely.
Clearing her throat, Louisa repositioned her hold on the pitcher and the glass and started pouring water again, her eyes maybe were on the water pouring process but the rest of her was waiting for HIS answer. Not that she miiiiiinded what he would say, pfft, no. Of course not. Why would she? No logical reasons. She was just curious about those things that made Vickers sore. Since they were class partners and friends too. She was totally cool.
... who was this girl, by the way? Not young enough to be a firstie and totally a new face. While Max shared attention from Louisa with others, he busied himself with the hem of his robe sleeves. This was his LAST start-of-term feast. Had Louisa thought of that? Would it be inconsiderate to point it out to her? Probably. She probably wasn't one to rejoice over the end.
Neither was Max.
He was watching Louisa's conversing out of the corner of his eye and listening to those around him when he noticed the Head Girl went rigid for just a moment. He looked up at her, then followed her gaze to... an older, unfamiliar-looking, very beautiful young woman at the table. Who was that? His eyes fell upon Louisa once more. Why had she reacted that way... over the girl talking to Vickers?
...But, once again, more importantly, who WAS that girl?
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