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Dec 28, 2005 17:53:39 GMT -5
Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 28, 2005 17:53:39 GMT -5
A nice big lake filled the grounds. There came camille observing around excitedly. Beauxbatons. Oh how her mother told stories of this elegant school. Of course, she wasnt really the elegant type, more like climbing trees and such. But no. That had to end now. Not only did she embarrase her mother practically her whole life. Sighing she took a seat by the lakes bed side, giving up on such thoughts. She looked down at her outfit. Blue... this whole school was blue. Every corner she turned. blue blue blue. Perhaps she should change the color to something nice like Black or green or--- Stop thinking that! Remember... PROPER.
Pushing those thoughts in the back of her head she placed a hand in the calm lake, tracing small circles in the water. The lake was nice and warm. It felt nice. "Bonjour..." she smiled, deciding to practice her french "comment faites----" she struggled to think "uhhh..... vous? ... Oui! comment faites-vous ?" she smiled proudly. What else was there to practice..... hmmm... "Mon... no? est Camille" she frowned a bit... that didnt sound right... |
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Roaming
Dec 28, 2005 18:07:53 GMT -5
Post by samuelbishop on Dec 28, 2005 18:07:53 GMT -5
Samuel was trotting down towards the lake. He needed some fresh air. He was in a excited mood. He really didn't have a reason. It was just nice to be outside. He came to the lake and noticed what appeared to be a nice girl. "Bonjour," he said giving a short wave.
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Roaming
Dec 28, 2005 18:15:56 GMT -5
Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 28, 2005 18:15:56 GMT -5
With the sounds of 'Bonjour' she looked over her shoulder and blinked a few times "uhhh... Oui??" she said confusedly. Wait. What did you say again when someone said hi... oh yeah--- "oops I mean... salut?" she giggled a bit at her cluelessness. Boy was she a hopeless case at this school. |
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Roaming
Dec 28, 2005 18:18:54 GMT -5
Post by samuelbishop on Dec 28, 2005 18:18:54 GMT -5
"I take it you aren't from here?" he replied chuckling a tad. He knew english from his father. "Where are you from," he asked nicely while brushing some unnoticable dirt off his uniform.
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Roaming
Dec 28, 2005 18:24:39 GMT -5
Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 28, 2005 18:24:39 GMT -5
"Am I that bad?" she laughed a bit, brushing her hair out of her eyes and replied simply "Not exactly... I used to live in a small town in london before my parents divorced." she shrugged as if it werent a big deal. Never show your emotions her great grandfather had mentioned before he had died. It always seemed to stick glued to her mind. |
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Dec 28, 2005 18:30:25 GMT -5
Post by samuelbishop on Dec 28, 2005 18:30:25 GMT -5
"Not at all," he replied. "I am Samuel Bishop by the way," he said remembering his mannors.
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Dec 28, 2005 18:37:55 GMT -5
Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 28, 2005 18:37:55 GMT -5
She smiled softly "That's good... about time I improved...." she held out her hand "Camille Dautry... just the only thing about me that sounds french..." she laughed a bit before adding "nice to meet you Sam... if I can call you that? 'cause I dont mind calling you Samuel if thats what you want" non stop talking. Something her mother grew annoyed of. "Am I talking too much? Sorry.. shutting up" she bit her bottom lip lightly. A strand of hair falling into her eyes she blew it out of the way. |
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Dec 28, 2005 18:42:09 GMT -5
Post by samuelbishop on Dec 28, 2005 18:42:09 GMT -5
Samuel shook her hand not to forceful but not to lightly either. "Well I've always prefered Samuel. You don't have to be so nervous. I don't bite," he said smiling.
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Dec 28, 2005 18:46:18 GMT -5
Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 28, 2005 18:46:18 GMT -5
"Me? Nervous? no no no... I just tend to talk a little too much. My mom got mad about that... said it was improper... I guess shes right I mean im scaring you now arent I?" she smiled lightly at him "Samuel it is then. Sorry" |
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Dec 28, 2005 20:19:07 GMT -5
Post by samuelbishop on Dec 28, 2005 20:19:07 GMT -5
"Maybe a little," he said honestly and smirking. "But I guess you have the right after all.
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Dec 28, 2005 21:14:32 GMT -5
Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 28, 2005 21:14:32 GMT -5
Camille laughed shaking her head "sorry... I can just shut up if you want" she ran a hand through her hair and racked her brain for the right words. Smiling at him she cleared her throat, attempting French again "Si... vous sont....comment?" she giggled a bit, hopeing she said it right. "That makes sense... right? " she asked while hopeing she said it right rather then sounding like a complete and total moron. |
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Roaming
Dec 29, 2005 16:03:45 GMT -5
Post by nymue on Dec 29, 2005 16:03:45 GMT -5
Nymue was wandering again, reading a book and lost in her own world. Her mother used to say that even had she lived in the war, and was being bombed, if she was reading that she would not notice it. It was certainly true that Nymue was a bit of a bookworm, but it didn't take a bomb to catch her attention whilst reading. Lots of things could do it.
Like a tree root sticking out of the ground. Gasping, she dropped her book as she tripped, and fell forward, onto her hands. Wincing, she stood up, and checked her hands. They were dirt with soil, and she'd grazed the ski on her palms lightly. Glancing round, she noticed with a sigh of relief that no one had notcied. She was supposed to ba a Pendragon, pureblooded and graceful. She was not supposed to trip. Though she normally didn't, she thought to herself ruefully. She had gotten quite good and navigating whilst reading.
Picking her book up, she suddenly notcied a boy and a girl speaking in the distance. As her legs carried ther over to them, on her way back to the castle, she heard the girl say something. Stopping, she frowned. That didn't make sense, did it?
Changing her direction, she walked over to both of them.
"Excuse me if I am interrupting, but...what are you trying to say?" she asked, a little hesitantly, giving them both a careful smile.
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