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aRogueOne · 10-01-2023, 08:57 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

What in the world was one recently-turned-fourteen-year-old doing out and about this early in the morning? Certainly not exercising. Zara M. Bunbury-Foster did not exercise this early in the day. This time of day was for thinking and musing.

No, she was scouting. Scouting a location for her next landscape.....or... portrait? She squinted down the bridge at the boy peering over the edge, then held up her gloved hands to make a square frame around his face. Hmm. Could he work?

She wandered a little closer, her breath coming out of her mouth in a small wisp as she spoke. "You alright?" Zara was nothing but friendly, even to.... ugh, Gryffindors.

It took Hooper a moment to realise that someone was getting closer to him, the echoes of their footsteps being masked by the wind, but he did eventually hear them slowly crossing the bridge towards him. Forcing himself to turn away from the ravine, mostly because he felt like an icicle, he turned towards the oncoming student with a frosty expression. “I’ve been better, I’ll be honest,” he replied a small shiver running down his spine causing his body to erupt into goosebumps. Looking up, he almost expected it to start snowing at any moment but thankfully, the weather seemed to just be holding off, hopefully until he could make it into the castle by a fire.

Feeling like he owed this younger Slytherin an explanation ~~for some reason~~, Hooper continued, “I went jogging this morning and figured that I’d be so warm jogging that I wouldn’t feel the cold. I was wrong.” Some people might argue that a Gryffindor admitting they were wrong was a rare sight. Hooper had no issues doing as such however, especially when it was so plainly etched across his face and the damp, sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to his body. “Are you out here exercising too or…” his words tailing off now as he caught sight of her gloved hands.

Doesn’t look like it.

10-01-2023, 08:57 PM	#8 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl What in the world was one recently-turned-fourteen-year-old doing out and about this early in the morning? Certainly not exercising. Zara M. Bunbury-Foster did not exercise this early in the day. This time of day was for thinking and musing. No, she was scouting. Scouting a location for her next landscape.....or... portrait? She squinted down the bridge at the boy peering over the edge, then held up her gloved hands to make a square frame around his face. Hmm. Could he work? She wandered a little closer, her breath coming out of her mouth in a small wisp as she spoke. "You alright?" Zara was nothing but friendly, even to.... ugh, Gryffindors. It took Hooper a moment to realise that someone was getting closer to him, the echoes of their footsteps being masked by the wind, but he did eventually hear them slowly crossing the bridge towards him. Forcing himself to turn away from the ravine, mostly because he felt like an icicle, he turned towards the oncoming student with a frosty expression. “I’ve been better, I’ll be honest,” he replied a small shiver running down his spine causing his body to erupt into goosebumps. Looking up, he almost expected it to start snowing at any moment but thankfully, the weather seemed to just be holding off, hopefully until he could make it into the castle by a fire. Feeling like he owed this younger Slytherin an explanation ~~for some reason~~, Hooper continued, “I went jogging this morning and figured that I’d be so warm jogging that I wouldn’t feel the cold. I was wrong.” Some people might argue that a Gryffindor admitting they were wrong was a rare sight. Hooper had no issues doing as such however, especially when it was so plainly etched across his face and the damp, sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to his body. “Are you out here exercising too or…” his words tailing off now as he caught sight of her gloved hands. Doesn’t look like it.