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emjay · 09-03-2016, 08:34 PM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

It was a beautiful afternoon and since Zach had finished up his work at the magazine's headquarters, he thought he could leave a little early to enjoy the rest of the day by himself. Thankfully, his boss had agreed and so here, he was enjoying the sunshine and the gentle breeze that rippled through his hair.

This was the first time in years he had visited the park in years and he was pleased to see that not much had changed. He used to come here with his mom's sister and his cousins when he was smaller and in England for vacation. They would have picnics here. His aunt would be sure to make lots of macaroni and cheese for him since it was his favourite. Those were some of his best memories. Zach stopped at the pond, his hands stuck in the front pocket of his pants. He stared absently down at the water and his reflection stared back up.

There was one thing bothering him and that happened to be his thoughts of Ansley. Ever since their first meeting, he thought of the man daily. "Forget it, Zacharoni. He's not interested in you,'' he muttered to himself and using that old nickname his aunt had came up with for him.

Why would he be? asked his conscience.

It was slightly strange not returning to Hogwarts for his third year, but at the same time not so much. It wasn't as if he had been there for a significant amount of time and if that had been the case perhaps it would have felt even more odd. But he had gotten a new and better paying position at a muggle university, one that he was best able to use his artistic skills. He thought it was a great fit.

What was odd though, was the fact that he was not obligated to live at the school or nearby. Of course he was not forced to live at Hogwarts when he worked there, but he was required to look after students after hours and on the weekends much of the time so it did make sense to stay as much as possible, even with floo technology. With this new job, when he was finished with classes he was able to leave for the day.

And so it happened that on this particular day, he had early classes which left the rest of the afternoon and evening free. Ansley decided to take advantage of the nice weather and head over to the park not far from his flat. It was always a nice setting not only for inspiration for an art lesson or two, but inspiration for his own artwork. In fact he had been sitting on a bench, sketching several views of the park in his sketchbook.

He was in the process of drawing the pond and determining the best view when he spotted a man on the other side. Ansley paused to watch him for a moment, not able to clearly make out his face at the distance he was, though he did seem familiar. Could it be that man he had met at the bookstore a couple weeks ago? Zach? He actually had the man on his mind and was mentally kicking himself for not asking him out or asking for his contact info. What were the chances that he'd even ever see him again? London was a big place. But surely his mind was playing tricks on him being that the man had been on his mind and he shook his head, laughing lightly to himself. It couldn't be him. What were the odds?

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emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 It was a beautiful afternoon and since Zach had finished up his work at the magazine's headquarters, he thought he could leave a little early to enjoy the rest of the day by himself. Thankfully, his boss had agreed and so here, he was enjoying the sunshine and the gentle breeze that rippled through his hair. This was the first time in years he had visited the park in years and he was pleased to see that not much had changed. He used to come here with his mom's sister and his cousins when he was smaller and in England for vacation. They would have picnics here. His aunt would be sure to make lots of macaroni and cheese for him since it was his favourite. Those were some of his best memories. Zach stopped at the pond, his hands stuck in the front pocket of his pants. He stared absently down at the water and his reflection stared back up. There was one thing bothering him and that happened to be his thoughts of Ansley. Ever since their first meeting, he thought of the man daily. "Forget it, Zacharoni. He's not interested in you,'' he muttered to himself and using that old nickname his aunt had came up with for him. Why would he be? asked his conscience. It was slightly strange not returning to Hogwarts for his third year, but at the same time not so much. It wasn't as if he had been there for a significant amount of time and if that had been the case perhaps it would have felt even more odd. But he had gotten a new and better paying position at a muggle university, one that he was best able to use his artistic skills. He thought it was a great fit. What was odd though, was the fact that he was not obligated to live at the school or nearby. Of course he was not forced to live at Hogwarts when he worked there, but he was required to look after students after hours and on the weekends much of the time so it did make sense to stay as much as possible, even with floo technology. With this new job, when he was finished with classes he was able to leave for the day. And so it happened that on this particular day, he had early classes which left the rest of the afternoon and evening free. Ansley decided to take advantage of the nice weather and head over to the park not far from his flat. It was always a nice setting not only for inspiration for an art lesson or two, but inspiration for his own artwork. In fact he had been sitting on a bench, sketching several views of the park in his sketchbook. He was in the process of drawing the pond and determining the best view when he spotted a man on the other side. Ansley paused to watch him for a moment, not able to clearly make out his face at the distance he was, though he did seem familiar. Could it be that man he had met at the bookstore a couple weeks ago? Zach? He actually had the man on his mind and was mentally kicking himself for not asking him out or asking for his contact info. What were the chances that he'd even ever see him again? London was a big place. But surely his mind was playing tricks on him being that the man had been on his mind and he shook his head, laughing lightly to himself. It couldn't be him. What were the odds? __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line