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sweetpinkpixie · 09-05-2018, 11:12 PM

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Originally Posted by Fitheach

Lizzie started off with the rest of the group, matching their slow pace at first until she eyed someone familiar up ahead. She recognized the Prefect from the start of term feast, she'd always liked company when running and maybe she could get some pointers from him for the coming year. She'd also heard rumors swirling around the common room that he had an interested in Care of Magical Creatures, and she could always talk about Magical Creatures.

"Hi," she breathed, matching the Prefect's steps. "My name's Lizzie, but you probably knew that."

Wow, running made her mind muddy.

"Was wondering if you minded if I accompanied you around the pitch, I always find running with company is more fun."

Derf was a bit lost in thoughts, trying to go over that list in his head and had moved on to smells by the time he heard someone's voice along side him and he naturally slowed his pace down a little since, well, his LONG legs made up about three or four of her strides in one go. "H-Hey," he smiled, jogging and talking was always a bit difficult and took the wind out of you more easily but he didn't mind. He was still, mostly, in good spirits. Though he would keep his responses a bit short just to be safe. He was still on lap number one, after all. "I remember you're Sorting, yeah." Which meant he remembered her name and stuff. "Derf," he smiled, in case she forgot. "...and I don't mind at all."

Though slowing his pace ironically did make his own workout a bit more cumbersome, his long limbs clamoring to stretch out and move at their natural rhythm.

"First night go...okay?" He was, well, particularly worried about how all this was affecting the first years...but Lizzie seemed in well enough spirits and still had a healthy dose of optimism so it kept his expression soft as they jogged together. The sixth year had tried his best to be chipper and positively informative during his escort from the Great Hall to the common room after the feast and stuff.

.........until his attention was drawn to the loud and unmistakable laugh that belonged to Zoryn. Though his lips curled into an amused smile seeing that unbreakable attitude of her show so prominently on her features, it made that knot in his stomach tighten all the more.

ESPECIALLY when he saw her SHOES.

His wand was in his pocket, as always, maybe he could...jog them close enough to his friend so he could subtly transfigure her shoes into something less...pink fuzzy slipper-like? He was going to try at least...when he ran past her when he started his second lap since, well, she would not be making too much progress with the combination of her defiant pace and those shoes.

And speaking of slow paces...Derf's heart SANK when he saw Professor Wayland walking. Not in so much that he was disappointing in the man, and his colleagues, defying the new headmaster PER SAY (because he was oddly proud of that) ...but more he was scared of what the repercussions would be for THEM. What had happened to Headmistress Hawthorne had not been a last minute decision and he was sure of it, it had been to make an example and send a warning...which was almost enough to prompt the Hufflepuff to call out to the walking trio - just some innocent words of encouragement - but he quickly thought the better of it. Best not to draw...additional attention, right?

Coming around the curve of the pitch, Derf noticed Dorian struggling and he immediately took off at a sprint to come to the Ravenclaw's side - Lizzie would understand, surely. "Hey hey, I got you," Derf coaxed, shutting the headmaster's instructions out of his mind because THIS was what he had been given a badge for, to help his classmates and not ignore them when they were suffering, and carefully crouched down so his nearly 6 foot self could give the fourth year better access to his shoulders while he draped one of the boy's arms over them. "I think you need some water..."

09-05-2018, 11:12 PM	#95 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,826 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	& a Zoryn XD AND DORIAN! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by Fitheach Lizzie started off with the rest of the group, matching their slow pace at first until she eyed someone familiar up ahead. She recognized the Prefect from the start of term feast, she'd always liked company when running and maybe she could get some pointers from him for the coming year. She'd also heard rumors swirling around the common room that he had an interested in Care of Magical Creatures, and she could always talk about Magical Creatures. "Hi," she breathed, matching the Prefect's steps. "My name's Lizzie, but you probably knew that." Wow, running made her mind muddy. "Was wondering if you minded if I accompanied you around the pitch, I always find running with company is more fun." Derf was a bit lost in thoughts, trying to go over that list in his head and had moved on to smells by the time he heard someone's voice along side him and he naturally slowed his pace down a little since, well, his LONG legs made up about three or four of her strides in one go. "H-Hey," he smiled, jogging and talking was always a bit difficult and took the wind out of you more easily but he didn't mind. He was still, mostly, in good spirits. Though he would keep his responses a bit short just to be safe. He was still on lap number one, after all. "I remember you're Sorting, yeah." Which meant he remembered her name and stuff. "Derf," he smiled, in case she forgot. "...and I don't mind at all." Though slowing his pace ironically did make his own workout a bit more cumbersome, his long limbs clamoring to stretch out and move at their natural rhythm. "First night go...okay?" He was, well, particularly worried about how all this was affecting the first years...but Lizzie seemed in well enough spirits and still had a healthy dose of optimism so it kept his expression soft as they jogged together. The sixth year had tried his best to be chipper and positively informative during his escort from the Great Hall to the common room after the feast and stuff. .........until his attention was drawn to the loud and unmistakable laugh that belonged to Zoryn. Though his lips curled into an amused smile seeing that unbreakable attitude of her show so prominently on her features, it made that knot in his stomach tighten all the more. ESPECIALLY when he saw her SHOES. His wand was in his pocket, as always, maybe he could...jog them close enough to his friend so he could subtly transfigure her shoes into something less...pink fuzzy slipper-like? He was going to try at least...when he ran past her when he started his second lap since, well, she would not be making too much progress with the combination of her defiant pace and those shoes. And speaking of slow paces...Derf's heart SANK when he saw Professor Wayland walking. Not in so much that he was disappointing in the man, and his colleagues, defying the new headmaster PER SAY (because he was oddly proud of that) ...but more he was scared of what the repercussions would be for THEM. What had happened to Headmistress Hawthorne had not been a last minute decision and he was sure of it, it had been to make an example and send a warning...which was almost enough to prompt the Hufflepuff to call out to the walking trio - just some innocent words of encouragement - but he quickly thought the better of it. Best not to draw...additional attention, right? Coming around the curve of the pitch, Derf noticed Dorian struggling and he immediately took off at a sprint to come to the Ravenclaw's side - Lizzie would understand, surely. "Hey hey, I got you," Derf coaxed, shutting the headmaster's instructions out of his mind because THIS was what he had been given a badge for, to help his classmates and not ignore them when they were suffering, and carefully crouched down so his nearly 6 foot self could give the fourth year better access to his shoulders while he draped one of the boy's arms over them. "I think you need some water..." __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes