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Arden rolled over in her bed, embracing the warmth of her comforter as she did so. Her eyes were exhausted from the previous evening of glances and grins. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to remember the last time she felt so peaceful and relaxed. It was as though she had an excellent night's sleep where she dreamt of nothing and only let her body be carried away by invisible forces that managed to transport her elsewhere. She sighed and wished she had a window in her room so she could see outside. The few into the darkness of the lake was interesting, but it provided no idea of how the day would turn out. She envied the other houses for that now. Rolling her eyes, she pushed her comforter off and hugged her knees to her chest for a few minutes before forcing herself up. It was another day of the break and she had just woken up from a great night with someone she honestly couldn't get out of her head. She didn't necessarily want him there to begin with, since he was distracting her a bit now. Sighing, she grabbed a towel and her bathrobe and padded off into the adjacent bathroom she shared with the girl a room over. As she closed and locked the door behind her, she went over and locked the door to the other side as well before turning on the shower and slipping out of her pajamas. As she stepped into the shower, she felt a warm rush and smiled as she soaked in the flow of water. She was in there for about ten more minutes before she reemerged, drenched from head to foot before drying herself off with her towel. She unlocked both doors and exited through her own back to her room. As she closed and locked the door behind her, she began to rifle through some of her clothes in her closet and the ones strewn on various objects around her room. Arden wasn't neat by any means and her roommate back at her muggle boarding school had hated how she always managed to leave things all over the place... but whenever she had brought any of her friends over to see the mess, it was magically gone.

Suppose those were part of the joy's of being a witch. Arden grabbed a top and a skirt and paired them together on the bed as she dried her hair and found appropriate undergarments. She had her hair up in a towel as she began to dress herself, glancing at her reflection in the mirror when she was done. She seemed appropriately dressed in hopes of warmer weather again today. She wandered around the room and gathered up like-minded objects as accessories for the day. She wasn't feeling very girly and didn't exactly intend for half of them to end up looking like that, but there wasn't much to be done about it now. Arden was still too tired to really do anything to fix her appearance. Accepting the look, she grabbed a pair of patterned oxfords and slipped them onto her feet. Grabbing her book of dark magic, she stuffed it back into her brown leather bag and made her way towards her destination for the afternoon. She made sure to stop in the dining hall and grab some bread and cheese before it all disappeared and tucked it away inside some napkins on her way to the grounds. She was ready to head for a little walk with hopes to not be distracted or interrupted during her readings like last time. The library proved useless for reading and more adept for flirting apparently. Thank you, wizarding high school equivalent, she thought with a roll of her eyes. It all seemed very American, she thought as she walked out into the sunlight. Everyone acted a certain way and it was just interesting to sort of see it in action. The French, although a majority at the school, seemed to always be caught up in some kind of drama. Half of the time, these students loved creating drama. Some of the unlucky ones had drama thrust upon them. Very poetic. Arden held her head down against the wind as her chocolate hair lifted in the breeze and flew behind her like a delectable veil. She wandered into the Enchanted woods and was sure to follow the path for it would eventually lead her to the park she was heading to.

Celestial Peak seemed like a quiet, calm place to work. Besides, a great view of the ocean was a plus for her since she didn't really get the chance to see it very often. It took her about half an hour to make it there and when she emerged from the cover of the trees, she stood there taking it all in. It was rather breathtaking; the view, the breeze, the bright blue ocean... it looked like it was a scene pulled straight from a fairytale. She half expected all of the rabbits to start talking to her and then breaking out into a musical number. She smiled and walked right over to near the edge. She stared down over the side of the cliffs and cocked her head. It wasn't too far down, but it was enough that if someone fell they probably wouldn't be able to get back up. She sat down near the edge, but with enough room to let her legs stretch out behind her. She leaned on her stomach facing the ocean and pulled out her old book. She flipped through the pages before settling on a chapter of potions that could either kill someone or put them to sleep for an eternity. Dark magic was always so interesting, she thought with amusement as her eyes danced along the page, soaking in each word. She had no idea how long she was lying there until she found a shadow creeping up her legs until she was devoured in it. Slightly disappointed that someone had found her out, she looked up and had to cover the sun reflecting behind him with her hand. She was squinting, but still couldn't quite see who it was. "Hello? Can I help you?"

TAGGED: sampson abernathy
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[Sampson Abernathy]

The joys of spring were finally here and Sampson didn't have to wear so many layers around the castle or outside. He could finally toss his winter coat to the bottom of his trunk. Sampson didn't really need to wear a jacket unless it was raining. It was still a bit chilly when night came, but that was to be expected since the night was always colder than the day. Sampson would miss winter though. Winter was his second favorite season after autumn. Sampson hated wearing shorts or even tank tops for the matter. He always felt like a hippy when he wore shorts and felt so dressed down. Today was perfect though since he could wear his pants, a short sleeves along with a jacket. He was wearing all sorts of shades of black and grey today. There wasn't any occasion as to why he was wearing basically all black, Sampson just thought he looked exceptional in all black, or at least shades of black. Raif was doing whatever the hell he was doing and Sampson really had no urge to go and find him. After spending the last few nights with people, Sampson needed a break. The day was beautiful and why not take advantage of it.

The ground was a bit too soft for Sampson's liking, but it had rained a few days ago. Just as long as he didn't get his shoes too muddy or for merlin's sake his pants, then everything would be cool. Sampson eventually found the path that found its way through the Enchanted Forest. Some people were put off by the Forest because of a few stories told about how werewolves attacked students during the full moon or other creatures stalked them until the edge of the woods. All those stories occurred at night and everybody knows not to go outside during the full moon if you didn't have a death wish. It was daytime and definitely not time for the full moon yet. It must've been coming up since Sampson hadn't heard any new stories as of late. People were such gossipers. Half of Sampson loved it since he got to hear what was going on, but the other half of him just hated it. Most of it was made up and completely ridiculous. The only time Sampson actually loved gossip was when it was about him. He loved it when people talked about him, whether it was for the better or worse.

Sampson had finally reached the park that was always so peaceful. Sampson wasn't much for nature, but this place was pretty cool. There was the view of the ocean that had blown Sampson away when he first came across the Celestial Peak and the cliffs gave it the edgy feel of being borderline dangerous. Surely there were a few students that had fallen and didn't come back. Sampson wasn't going to be one of those people since he was smarter and more graceful than that. Unfortunately, Sampson wasn't the only one thinking about this place today. There was one other person here and it was a girl, so Sampson didn't strike out too bad. Sampson walked over to where she was laying. She had a book in her hands and Sampson stood over her, making his presence known. He tilted his head a bit as he looked down at her. He had clearly done his job in making himself known to her because she had looked up. Se raised her hand to block the sun out of her view, but she still didn't seem to know who he was. He definitely knew who she was though. "Not particularly." Sampson drawled and looked down at the ground. Squatting down, Sampson wiped the ground first before actually sitting down on his tush. He didn't cross his legs underneath him, but instead kept them bent with him feet planted on the ground. His forearms resting against his knees as he tried to get comfortable.

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Arden tugged at the hem of her skirt and shifted around on her stomach as the sunlight danced along the pages and her hair flew over and around her like a curtain. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she continued to read, her ankles kicked up at her knees. They swung to and fro gently with the wind and gravity. As soon as the shadow appeared, distracting her from her tale, she couldn't help but stop and look up. After she questioned who this mysterious, silhouetted stranger must be, it became clear she knew the voice. However, the student himself wasn't too familiar to her. Of course, they shared a house and he was a well known face, being a prefect. However, she didn't really know him personally. This would prove to be interesting considering they were a fair ways away from the school's confinements. She watched his curious movements as he joined her on the grass, sitting so that they were only mere inches away from one another. She smirked at him curiously. Sampson was someone she was told to avoid if she could, not that it wasn't common knowledge for most girls with brains. Sam liked to pursue, and he didn't exactly like to confine himself to only one conquest. Although, unlike other boys in Sournois who were similar to him, Sam appeared to have a little personality which she greatly appreciated. At least when charming women, he was a little more creative with his approach.

She glanced over at him yet again, a dubious expression plastered on her precious face, before returning her attention to her book. She didn't exactly mind the company, especially since it was silent and just sort of there. But some part of her knew that the social rules in this situation would require her to comment or at least speak to him in some way. She turned the page of her book, the quiet flip of the page sounding significantly louder than it did a few moments prior. She couldn't help but notice how he seemed slightly overdressed for coming out and sitting on the cliffs and watching the ocean. But at the same time, she knew that she was often in situations like that, knowing full well that she could care less and that she simply wanted to look her best. Perhaps Sampson was also like that. She was curious as to whether or not she knew her name as well as she knew his, considering she was still a little new. He was her age, and simply a marvel to look at sometimes. He was more of masterpiece than a hunk, she thought as she snapped the book shut and propped herself up on her elbows, shooting him a sideways glance. When she looked over, he seemed to be distracted by something else, so she didn't continue her stare.

However, she did roll to her side so that she was facing him, head resting against her hand as she tossed her hair to the side. "So. Sampson Abernathy, out and about." she stated, a smirk plastered along her pink lips. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going with this conversation, but she was more or less craving information on the boy, wondering what it was that made him tick. She had seen him around Raif before, but she doubted that he knew of Raif's little adventure with Arden the other night, so she was going to avoid bringing it up at all costs. The two boys seemed rather similar as far as Arden's standards went, although each had their own specific traits that made them irresistible, she assumed (not that she would ever admit it, either). As she waited for the boy to say something - anything, really - she let her eyes wander towards the woods from which the two came respectively, and then her eyes scanned the panorama until it flew over the ocean line. She couldn't help but gaze curiously back at the Sournois boy, for he posed too much of an absolute distraction to her relaxing afternoon alone.

TAGGED: sampson abernathy
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