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[Eric Serié]

C U P I D ,
SHOOT YOUR ARROWS INTO ME
I FEEL LUST LIKE A SICK DISEASE
AND MY BLOOD IGNITES WHEN I HOLD YOU CLOSE TO ME

It felt incredibly odd to be somewhere... well, that wasn’t England. He had traveled a bit as a kid, but not that much really and England was where he had been about 99% of his life. France didn’t seem that different compared to England, but of course there were some things that felt very unfamiliar to him, like the language for example. Never had he learned French which why he had started to wonder if his mother had been out of her mind when she had decided to send him there. It’s possible. She was extremely stressed and worried after all, because of her relatives that try to force her and him to do things they don’t want to. He kind of wished he could have gone somewhere out of Europe though, because that was pretty much where he had ever been, so going to America or Canada would have been nice or even somewhere in Asia. Well, maybe learning Chinese from a scratch would be kind of hard though. French was probably easier, because at least they used the same letters.

The young lad found himself going towards the quidditch pitch, because he had decided that’s the place he would first visit when he would arrive. Eh, well, obviously he had had to go to his dorm first and unpack some of things, but after that he had decided he needed some fresh air and the quidditch pitch is where he wanted to be. He had actually been there once before, but that was really long ago. His father had been the Minister for Magic for quite a few years, so he had been invited to a lot of quidditch games. One time he had been even invited to Beauxbaton as a special guest and Walter had taken little Alec with him to watch the match. That had been incredibly exciting and he could still remember everything so vividly from that day.

It felt really nostalgic to get up the stairs and watch down at the pitch from the top seats. Slowly he walked between the rows, smiling a bit to himself as he kept remembering things from that day. His father had been genuinely excited about the game as well and Alec could remember him smiling, laughing and cheering up the two teams that were playing. His father had been a very warm, kind, happy, friendly and easily excited type of person which perhaps made him a bit unlikely to be a minister for magic. But he had been one. At times Walter would act somewhat childishly even and do pranks. But maybe that’s why he was also very much loved. Alec didn’t know many who disliked his father.

Alec sat down at the very top and pretty much in the middle, so that he could see well the whole place. He had never played quidditch himself, but he really did want to try it sometime though. He did know how to fly with a broom, because his father had taught him, but a lot of things that wizards and witches did were unfamiliar to him, because he had mostly spend time with his mother. Safe and sound. His mother had been very paranoid about someone finding about them, so she and him had to stay hidden a lot, so therefore Alec had never really been to that many places either. He was glad though that his mother was protective and caring, because not everyone had parents like that. And his father too had understood it so perfectly well and not forced them to go on trips with him or anything. Just a few times he had gone somewhere with his father. But this was the first time he had gone anywhere alone. Not with his father (who had passed away long time ago) and not with his mother (who’s God knows where now, running away and trying to keep them both safe).

tag: open for any and all!
music: hurts | cupid
notes: please forgive me the suckiness of the first post as alec, lol!

[rowan elliot]

cause i don't know where you're going / but do you have room for one more troubled soul[/font][/size][/ul]

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Rowan's face went through a few different expressions while reading her sister's latest letter. She had seen her sister two days ago before leaving for Beauxbatons but already Emilie had written. The idea would have amused Rowan if it weren't for a fact that she knew it was a result of Emilie's anxious energy in regards to having her first professional quidditch games in a few weeks time. See, Emilie was originally supposed to come to Beauxbatons with Rowan however at the last moment she had received the beaters position she had been vying for months and nothing could convinced Emilie not to drop out. Rowan didn't particularly mind for, while Emilie was one of her favourite sisters it was hard spending quite so much time with her. In the letter, Emilie had requested that Rowan take pictures of the pitch at Beauxbatons, a place where she had spent so much of her time at school. And, really, who was Rowan to deny her sister this request when she would definitely enjoy taking pictures of the pitch, it would be a nice change of scenery. Rowan wasn't exactly one to frequent sport stadiums, wizard or otherwise. Sports really were not her forte, regardless of how many times Emilie tried to talk her in to photographing her practices and games. Deciding there was no time like the present, Rowan left the owlry with the qudditch pitch as her next destination - it wasn't like she had anything better planned. She would have otherwise just gone back to her dorm to finish organizing her shoes by colour and then height (something she could imagine her sister Melanie snickering at, mumbling about how not everything needed to be quite so neat).

The walk from the owlry to the quidditch pitch wasn't overly long and as she walked, Rowan tried to remember how much film she had used to walking from her dorm to the owlry. She'd taken a picture of her outfit before leaving, in it she was smoothing the front of her dress with her multiple bracelets sliding down her arm. Hardly the most interesting of moving pictures but it had the effect she desired, a basic and simple image she could try a new developing technique on. Then there had been the spider she'd seen hanging around the fire pit in the Sournois common room that had been massive and needed to be captured running away from her. Then, there was the patch of four leaf clovers, the couple who had worn matching cardigans that she spotted while leaving the castle, the flocks of birds flying overhead. All in all, she had enough to get a few good shots of the goalposts and maybe a sweep or two of the stands. Definitely enough to remind Emilie what she was leaving behind when she moved on to bigger and better things. Rowan's face creased in to a frown at that though - yet another Elliot wonder child going places. Merlin, she was the next in time to make a grand mark on society. That was a worrying thought for all she really did these days was order and reorder her seemingly endless amount of things and take moving pictures on a middle-of-the-road camera.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she arrived at the quidditch pitch, a good distraction for her thoughts were going exactly where she wanted to avoid. Pulling her camera up to her eye, she pointed the camera straight ahead at the entrance of the pitch and walked in. A good start to the series of photos she had planned. Next, she did a general sweep of the pitch when something out of place came up. The pitch wasn't as empty as it usually was. Scowling at the person seated in the stands, she simply stood there and tried to mentally will them to leave. Rowan had less than no desire to walk all the way up there to ask them to leave because she knew how people got when asked to do something. Either they did it kindly or the fought and Rowan had more experience with the latter. It might have something to do with the fact she normally looked had a pinched look on her face or that it was obvious from her body language that Rowan didn't really like dealing with people. After a couple of moments passed and it became clear the stranger wasn't going to suddenly want to leave, Rowan considered her options. She could come back later, not take the pictures at all or go talk to the person. Neither of the options appealed to her but in the end she decided she might as well try and talk to the person. She slid her hand through her camera's strap and went over what she could say as she walked over the person who, of course, sat at the top of the seating. Rowan sent a silent prayer to Merlin that the person would suddenly be struck with the urge to leave while she walked up the eight billion stairs towards them and she wouldn't have to say a word to them. But no, such was not the case. Frowning at the person when she finally reached them she crossed her arms around her mid-section and said in her most authoritative voice, "Could you please leave? I'd like to take some pictures and you're in the way of my shot of the stands." There, the situation was now out of her hands and on the guy's shoulders.

---- Alec, open
---- 925
---- outfit
---- alone together by fall out boy
---- i hope it's cool that i'm jumping in here!

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[Eric Serié]

C U P I D ,
SHOOT YOUR ARROWS INTO ME
I FEEL LUST LIKE A SICK DISEASE
AND MY BLOOD IGNITES WHEN I HOLD YOU CLOSE TO ME

Alec was completely minding his own business and didn’t notice the new arrival to the Quidditch Pitch at all. There he sat peacefully, thinking about his late father and reminisced about all the things they had done. He truly wished his father hadn’t been human as well, but perhaps… if he had been a sidhe as well he probably wouldn’t have appreciated him as much as he did now. After all there’s a saying that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. He still had his mother though and he knew to appreciate her at least. Where was she now anyway? Was she still somewhere in Europe or had she perhaps gone to somewhere in U.S. or even Asia? Or Canada. She had been talking about Canada a couple of months ago. Anyway, where ever she was he hoped she was safe and that she wouldn’t be found.

Finally she woke up from his thoughts as he noticed that someone was approaching her, though he didn’t turn to look at her right away and pretended still that he didn’t see her. He knew he needed to make some friends and perhaps she was coming over to introduce herself and get to know him which was a good thing, because he wasn’t usually one to go over to strangers himself and try to befriend them. Sadly he had been a bit wrong about this one though. Once she had come over he turned to look at her ready to let her know his name if that’s what she wanted to know, but instead she frowned at him and told him to leave, not to mention crossed her arms too, and needless to say he was a bit taken back and stared at her for a moment in silence, not sure what to say to that. “Um… How about ‘I’m sorry but could you please move a bit, because I’d like to take some photographs, thank you’?” He put on a fake smile for a second before frowning right back at her, “Would have been nice to hear and maybe I would have considered it.” No way was he moving anywhere now though. “I think your pictures will look better with me in them.” Alec stared right back at the girl and for sure he wouldn’t look away until she did. He wouldn’t be the first one to crack. “Or I could just stand behind you the whole time. But I’m not going anywhere.” He said strictly, clearly not joking. She just seemed so… rude! It annoyed him. She looked so pretty and cute, but the way she acted was the exact opposite. Argh.

“Oh, and it’s very nice to meet you by the way.” Alec said in a sarcastic tone with half-smile before starting to wonder if he had acted too rude, but decided that she had acted that way first, so he had the rights to do so as well. Immature, really. He was just way too stubborn to admit that if this ended up bad it would be half his fault as well and not just the girl’s. Maybe the femme just had the type of personality that came off as rude when they didn’t really mean it that way. Or she was just awkward in social situation. Whatever it was he still wouldn’t back away until he would be proven wrong. And just maybe he would apologize for his behavior.

tag: rowan♥ & open [:
music: hurts | cupid
notes: ah, sorry it's so short ]:

[rowan elliot]

♥ ♥ ♥
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING
but do you have room for one more troubled soul
x x

Rowan's feathers were definitely being ruffled by this guy. Why oh why did he decide to pick a fight when it would have been so easy for him to get up and let her be. People were so annoying almost all of the time. Uncrossing her arms, they fell to her side as Rowan gave the boy a look of contempt, making it clear she was unhappy with his response. Knowing people as well as she did, Rowan was pretty sure he would not have considered her request regardless of how she phrased it. After all, she was asking him to go out of his way to do a stranger a favor. She ran a hand along the front of the skirt of her dress while deciding the best way of responding. Finally, she pulled her lips back and barred her teeth in a mockery of a smile and said, "I'm sorry but could you please leave because I'd like to take some photographs, thank you." Then, she suddenly sat down next to him and pulled a sympathetic face and placed a comforting hand on his arm and saying, "Honey, I think it's time to tell you that my pictures would definitely not better with you and I'd personally appreciate it if you didn't stand anywhere near me while I took them." Rowan followed this by standing up just as quickly as she sat down and started tapping her foot. Really, this whole ordeal was so unnecessary.

She was already annoyed enough with the guy but his sarcastic remark just sealed the deal. He was now officially slated on her long and elaborate list of idiots. It wasn't her fault people just couldn't listen to her. She scowled at him and returned, "The pleasure is all mine, really. I'm Rowan." She took and deep breath and tried to calm down. Not only did people make her uncomfortable, they infuriated her too. They were too unpredictable and never did what she wanted. Merlin, she just wished that for once people would just take the easy road and do as she said. Instead, she gets herself stuck in situations such as these. Had she been a more normal person, she supposed she would have found the boy attractive but instead that was over-shadowed by his personality and argumentative nature. She was going to settle this right now before things got more unpredictable and out of control (the exact opposite of what she wanted). "Darling, we both know where this is going and that is you leaving because it's not like you were doing anything anyways," she said with the sweetest voice she could pull off and fluttered her lashes. "So could you please go so I ca take some pictures?" To prove her point, Rowan slid her camera off her arm and directed it in his face, taking a moving picture of his face with flash on.

(I see your short post and raise you an even shorter post ... )