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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Free Period
Happening now: Azkaban Trip Breakfast is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
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| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Alistair York | Feb 24 2012, 04:53:51 AM Post #1 |
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Alistair eyed the bartender warily. A flirtatious young woman who kept stealing his drinks away before he could properly finish them. This time he wouldn't take his grip off the glass; that would show her. It surprised him greatly to see how much their business had grown. When he and his buddy had decided on starting The Raging Hippogryph it had just been the two of them struggling to make ends meet. Now they were successful... with so many employees he barely knew all their names. A man he recognized as one of their more regular patrons called out to him as he entered and Alistair grinned broadly, raising his hand in greeting. When he returned to the counter his drink was gone. She was like a ninja. The woman smiled as she brought him a newly filled tankard of butterbeer. The drink itself was hot; a stark contrast to the chill outside. He returned the smile, but she was long gone. Perhaps he should call in another bartender... she certainly seemed busy. This place was so familiar to him. He lived in the space upstairs, above the rooms they rented out. The Pub, in that sense, was his. The patrons all knew it as his... mostly because he was there constantly. Every knot in the wood was familiar, as though it were a part of him. His partner had a hand in many businesses such as this and lived in London. Not a problem for accomplished wizards such as them. "You're a bit quiet today, Alistair." A waitress commented, pausing for a few moments in her rush from seating area to kitchen. "It's unnatural." He responded with a shrug and a smile and she too was gone. It was a bit unnatural, but he didn't feel the want to join a conversation. It was a rare time when he could enjoy the atmosphere of the pub without adding to it in some boisterous fashion. Perhaps he was a bit melancholic. It was around the Holidays he missed his friends and family the most. His gaze travelled slowly around the pub. The wood was a dark, inviting colour and the lights not too bright. A fireplace sat in the middle of the room, alight and blazing. It wasn't incredibly large, but it worked. It was cozy and on nights like tonight it was quite a sight to see the waitresses make their way skillfully through the crowds. Alistair downed the drink as rapidly as he could without it scalding his throat. He took a few moments to himself in the washroom. It was empty, shockingly enough. As he washed his hands he stared tiredly into his own eyes. Not much about him had changed. His years spent in Norway studying magical beasts had left him with a healthy amount of battle wounds and a rather trim physique. Any scars he'd received were long since healed over and faded but he enjoyed keeping in shape, it was a good way to pass time in the afternoons before the pub hit peak hours; when there was little else to do with his time. The man ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and decided he'd be more sociable before re-entering the main area of the pub. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 25 2012, 01:40:22 AM Post #2 |
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Laughter bubbled up from Natalie as she listened to her three-year-old niece babble about something that she was obviously very passionate about. She walked down a road that she hadn't traveled on in close to seven years with her brother and his daughter. It was her birthday, and she had decided to come up from Ireland to visit her brothers and their families. It was cold and snowing outside. The sun had set not long ago, and the street was almost empty now, as the night was starting to get colder. She had her hands in the pockets of her buttoned-up black pea coat, wrapped up in warm gray gloves. Her jeans were warn and written on.. some lyrics, and someones' signature and little pictures. Her gray boots were zipped over the bottom and came up to her knees. She had a hat and scarf to match the gloves. Her dark curls bounced with her every step and turn. There was so much that had happened since Hogwarts. She looked back down at the little girl who seemed to be counting her fingers on her free hand, while Conner held the other so she wouldn't fall. She grinned at the little one when she stopped and little blue eyes smiled at her. "Pick me up!" the little girl raised her hand and motioned her fingers up to her aunt. "Alia, not now. Aunt Natalie is trying to warm her hands... maybe in a little bit ok?" Conner looked up at his little sister and smiled at her. Since they were stopped, Natalie decided to take a look around. The place was mostly the same; there were lights lit and burning in front of each little shop, there were very few that she hadn't recognized. She took her hand out and reached up to her little white cross. On either side of it now were a set of rings- her Grandparents wedding bands. She wore her grandmother's restored engagement ring on her right hand. With the work she did, she couldn't always where them, but while she was off and away, she made sure too. At this point, if she had left without them, she would have felt naked. The people on the streets were starting to thin out as the cold and darkness swept over them. Her eyes fell on a pub that seemed to be rather busy. She didn't recognize it at all, so she scanned the building for a name. It was called The Raging Hippogryph. Why did that sound so familiar? Wait... suddenly a memory came back to her. It had been 6th year, in April. The school was in chaos, and she and a friend were in the Hufflepuff common room trying to forget the events that had happened earlier. "Are you ok, Nat?" She heard Conner's voice suddenly, and she blinked. "Yeah." She said, looking to her big brother and sending him a reassuring smile. She went to take another step as though she was continuing their walk, but her eyes drew back to the pub. It was possible, right? It had to be... who else would name a pub 'The Raging Hippogryph?' "Hey Con.." "Yeah?" She pointed across the way towards the pub. "Do you know who owns that place?" Conner shrugged. He didn't drink very often, much like herself, and generally avoided bars and pubs. "I think I'm going to go check it out. You go on ahead if you'd like?" The man nodded, and she got down and hugged her niece and then waved to her brother before making her way across the street to the pub. When she entered, she was greeted by warmth, and the change in temperature made her cheeks sting and eyes water. She took her gloves off and wiped her eyes. As she scanned the room, she smiled at all the noise and bustling of the place. There was laughter and joy everywhere here. But there was someone that she was looking for specifically. Her friend that was in the Hufflepuff common that day. She unbuttoned her coat, and a waitress greeted her. "Hi," she said, before allowing herself to take a seat. So far no luck. She heard a door shut behind her, and she turned quick, just a little startled. Her eyes and smile grew wide suddenly. "ALISTAIR!" She yelled, she jumped up from her seat, knocking over the chair in the process, and had to jump to wrap her arms around him. She laughed, suddenly realizing that the interaction was probably awkward, and let go. She giggled and covered her mouth. It was him! Edited by Natalie Johnson, Feb 25 2012, 02:05:30 AM.
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| Alistair York | Feb 25 2012, 02:14:04 AM Post #3 |
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ALISTAIR! It wasn't often his name was called so boisterously. His first instinct was to glance over at the kitchen, to make sure it wasn't on fire or something. Though his head shot back around at the sound of a chair toppling to the ground. His gaze widened slightly as a woman with brown hair threw him into a hug. Well, she jumped into it really. His arms responded to the gesture automatically as his brain was having a hard time registering the influx of information. The woman pulled herself out of the hug a few moments later. A hand shot to her mouth as she giggled and recognition slowly swam across his face and a grin rapidly swept across his features. "Natalie?" It came out as a question as the woman before him looked quite different from the teenager he had once been friends with. Her accent was more pronounced, her hair longer and he hadn't remembered ever thinking she was beautiful before... Beyond that, his brain couldn't think of anything to say and he could merely gape at his former Hufflepuff compatriot. The more he gaped, the more sure he became that it was her and eventually he got himself moving. Alistair York, pub owner, pulled the woman into another hug. Seven years had passed since he'd seen her last and now that she was standing right in front of him he'd realized how much he'd missed her. It was a strange emotion to experience and a few of the patrons in the pub got the wrong idea. "Go on, man! Give her a kiss!" It was then he realized how many people were watching them and he pulled away with a laugh, an awkward blush finding its way to his cheeks. "Mind your own business." Alistair warned, his eyebrows raised, pointing at the man who'd spoken up. The man laughed, taking the statement for what it was, a joke, and he returned to his own companions. "How... have you been?" What else was he supposed to ask? There was so much they didn't know about each other, so much that had happened and now she was here... in a pub that had originally been her idea and for the first time in a long time he felt nervous. "I mean, what brings you here? Maker! It's been a long time." Quietly he stooped and picked up the chair that had toppled over. He offered it to her in a chivalrous way, he couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face, and took the time to lean on it, as though for support. Natalie Johnson. If she was still Natalie Johnson... "Can I get you anything?" This was his pub, after all. Edited by Alistair York, Feb 25 2012, 02:19:12 AM.
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 25 2012, 03:41:47 AM Post #4 |
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Natalie? She laughed and nodded at him. She couldn't believe... but she had to! After all this time, here he was in this beautiful building, and he had really done it! She always hoped and prayed for abundance to overflow in the lives of her friends and family, to have the right words and to speak life into those around her, but she hadn't fully realized how powerful that could be till just now! She was so humbled and excited, that she didn't have any words to express it yet! Then he pulled her into another hug. Wow, that wasn't what she was expecting... not that she minded, she had hugged him first, and his initial response was probably just a reaction to someone much smaller than you actually jumping up like that. If he hadn't responded in such a way, he would have had to pick her up off the floor. She blushed suddenly, but hugged him back. How couldn't she? She was so happy to see him again, and even more happy that she hadn't made a complete fool out of herself, as he had seemed glad to see her too. She heard the man speak up, and she suddenly loosened her grip. Oh Lord.. that hadn't been how they had intended this to go... but Al handled the situation well enough, and she saw his face flush, too. That made her laugh again, and the small bit of tension seemed to subside. "How have I been?" She asked, lifting her hands and spinning around once. "How have you been? This place... it's amazing! It's wonderful! You seem to be doing so well.. I-" She stopped at the next question and crossed her arms "The Raging Hippogryph? Who could forget an amazing name like that?" She laughed again. It was so good to see him again! She missed a lot of people she had went to school with. Being in Ireland for so long.. keeping herself busy in work. "Sorry, look at me, trying to destroy the place!" She said scanning the room again before thanking him and sitting back down in the chair. "Can I get you anything?" "What? Nonono," She waved her hand with a smile, "Just... can you sit and talk for a bit?" She asked. It was then that she really took a minute to look at him. He had gained some scarring on his face. His features had matured a lot more, and he looked stronger. He was really a man now. She had seen him as a man before, but he was different in now the slightest of ways. Honestly, he was still very handsome, maybe even more so now, but she would keep that to herself. She placed her coat on the back of the chair, revealing the deep red sweater underneath, as well as her necklace, which she reached for once again. Edited by Natalie Johnson, Feb 25 2012, 03:42:38 AM.
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| Alistair York | Feb 25 2012, 04:33:52 AM Post #5 |
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Alistair couldn't help a laugh as she spun, as though in awe of what he had accomplished. At first he didn't really register that she was talking, all he could was stare in wonder. It was hard to believe. The words were pouring out now and it was he who was at a loss for words. Where could he possibly start? There was so much he wanted to ask her... but his brain refused to form words and he continued to watch and smile. It was funny that the name had brought her in here. He and his partner had had a bit of a dispute over the name, but Alistair had insisted on The Raging Hippogryph. Now, he was glad that he had won the argument. Had it been in the hopes of drawing in the friends who knew about his pub dream? "Don't worry about it," Was the next intelligible thing he managed to say. "It's seen far worse." There was certainly no reason to apologize; though he wasn't about to regale her with a tale about drunk men and broken furniture. Plus, he'd gotten a hug out of the ordeal, what more could a guy want? He was rather thrilled by the invite to sit and talk. It was what he spent most of his evening doing. But never to catch up with somebody. Never with such an old friend. Alistair glanced about the pub once more, as though to make sure he wasn't needed for anything. "I'd love to," The man agreed, with a broad smile before taking a seat near her. "I don't do much around here anyways." He informed her with a small half grin, a crooked sort of smile he'd inherited from his years in Norway. His gaze was drawn, curiously, to her necklace as she grasped it but he quietly pulled his gaze back to up to her face, lest she get the wrong idea. Now, however, he was completely unsure of what to say. It was hard to not seem like he was staring at her. Alistair was still reconciling himself to how much she had changed. Awkwardly he rested his elbows on the table and massaged the back of his neck. "You look really great." More laughter, was that an odd thing to say? They'd both changed. He could probably spend the rest of the evening telling her stories about his scars. Alistair's gaze rose to meet hers again, quietly returning to study her and he relaxed his arms on the table. "It's a bit overwhelming..." Alistair admitted slowly, his brain had never been good at responding quickly to situations. Finally he was able to tear his gaze away from Natalie as a waitress approached them. "Can I get you anything?" It wasn't often the waitresses approached him, as Alistair normally took the perorgative and served the table he was at, and he figured the staff was taking an overly keen interest in the fact that he was talking to a woman. Suddenly feeling a bit flustered, he resisted the urge to shoo the waitress. Instead he asked for water and otherwise ignored her. The waitress hung around, waiting for Nat's response... and perhaps hoping to pick up on something of their conversation. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 25 2012, 05:20:44 AM Post #6 |
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Oh that's right, it was a bar. Her knocking over a little chair probably wasn't much at all! She was excited and clapped her hands together when he said he'd stay to chat. It was a silly girly thing to do, but she didn't care. "I don't do much around here anyways." "Really? Nice! Wow, you're so blessed!" She said with, still excited. She fidgeted in her chair a bit, anticipating what he'd say next. He had seen her grasp the necklace with her left hand and she giggled when his eyes shot back up to her face. If anybody understood eyes being drawn to quick movement it was her. Dealing with children and all kinds of crazy critters.. you just got used to catching little details like that. "You look really great." He had said it rather nervously, and it was kind of adorable. She looked down suddenly, knowing her cheeks were gaining color. "You too." She responded a small laugh, but she couldn't be so brave as to say it looking right at him. After a moment her eyes had to be drawn back. She surely couldn't spend this whole conversation not looking at him. That would be rude. He had started to speak again, but before he could continue one of the waitresses stepped up and asked if there was anything they wanted. He said he wanted water, and after a moment, Natalie decided once again that she didn't need anything, and the girl left them. "I know," She said smiling, "But... it's just so cool to see you again! And to see what you've accomplished!" She hadn't quite gotten over it yet. She was very much in awe. "I guess it's always a little busier around here this time of year, right?" It was close to Christmas, a week away from today actually. People coming in from all over to be with their families and such. "It's so beautiful." She commented, taking another look around the place. "So you have a kitchen?" She said recalling that night in the common, "And rooms to rent out?" Her gaze returned to him again. |
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| Alistair York | Feb 25 2012, 07:08:32 AM Post #7 |
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Alistair's smile broadened at her exclamation. It all worked out in the end. But it hadn't always been so easy. The usual sob story. He'd worked hard to get here and it wasn't all too much but he was happy with it. His life, as it was, didn't leave too much for him to want. On the days he found himself wanting more the atmosphere of the pub normally kicked him out of it. There were those who looked upon his life and viewed it as empty, but he could never see it as such. He was surrounded by so many good people... He couldn't help a laugh. "I actually end up feeling like a mascot half the time." An odd thing to admit. He wasn't nearly so open back when he was still at Hogwarts. But it was true, while Alistair did what he could for the business it would have gotten along fine without him. He'd saved a lot of money during his years in Norway and had completely busted his savings opening this place up, if his good friend hadn't been there to help The Raging Hippogryph wouldn't have gotten off the ground. Natalie's giggle had a way of working its way through him. Hollowing him out and leaving him with nothing but a faint flush upon his cheeks. It was bewitching and the thought of that was embarrassing. The feeling grew as she averted her gaze, a blush apparent. It was an oddly familiar feeling, considering how old and bent out of shape it was and he quietly considered how to deal with it. He was glad, perhaps a bit more glad than he should have been, that he had noticed her left hand was completey and utterly ring free. Thankfully, as the waitress left, Natalie took charge of the conversation and her enthusiasm brought back his smile. He broke into laughter. "I didn't do this alone, I had a lot of help." The man admitted, trying to pass it off as not such a big deal. Alistair refused to let her comments get to his head. "Yea... Holidays always end up keeping everyone on their toes." He scratched the stubble on his chin absently. "There's actually some nights when it's quite mellow in here." Hard to imagine from the small uproar the place was causing. "I'm glad you think so." It took him a moment to realize he was admiring her once more and he quietly took a sip of his water. Alistair nodded at her questions, still grinning. "Unfortunately no real hippogryphs to speak of." He glanced quietly over at her, momentarily forgetting what he had been about to say. "Uhh.." A small laugh. "It's quite impressive, really, that you remember so much..." It made him feel ashamed for not keeping in touch with the people who had once been so important to him and he brooded for a small moment. "So you're down for the holidays?" Alistair had never gotten over his aversion to speaking plainly about himself. It came more naturally now and he fit into the role of storyteller quite well. But it wasn't the same thing as talking one on one like this. (He would much rather hear about her.) When he told a story it was like he was talking about characters within it and not a memory from his past... A group near them was getting particularly rowdy and it was getting increasingly harder to have a normal conversation. "Care to step outside for a bit?" He questioned, over the noise. In all honesty, it was a bit too warm in here and he'd like her to himself for awhile. If only long enough to cool down and take a breather. Edited by Alistair York, Feb 25 2012, 07:42:24 AM.
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 26 2012, 04:08:43 AM Post #8 |
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She was glad to hear that he had had help, the first few years after 7th year had been difficult for her, and she had assumed was for everyone. She moved down to Ireland to take care of her mother's mother. The woman passed three years in. By then, Natalie had a job similar to a Care of Magical Creatures Professor close to the residence, and her grandmother had left her everything. The house was enormous, and for a long time, she was by herself when not working. It seemed like a nice house, but sometimes she felt like she could get lost in it if she walked outside of her normal routine... and the warmth it had when her grandparents were there was completely missing. It just didn't feel like a home to her... not yet. She was missing something. Some nights she just had to step back and let God carry her through, and she had petitioned for someone to come into her life soon, just to help support her through the longer days. She knew He had something good planned for her, and eventually the days and nights became easier as she reminded herself of that. The man had also blushed, and she couldn't help but think how adorable it was. She wouldn't say that out loud though... what man wanted to be called adorable? Especially by some woman who had just jumped back into his life? She nodded when he talked about the holidays. It was true, as the streets had shown, Christmastime was still a time where people came together and celebrated. She lit up when he said that their weren't any Hippogryphs around, "Y'know, every time we deal with them in my class, I think of you." She did, didn't she? It had been a little thing to remember about him... but she had. Silly the things you don't even realize have stuck with you through the years. "Yeah, blessed memory, you know." She pointed a finger to her temple and smiled. "Well, my family invited me up for the holidays, yes..." she kind of drifted, not sure if she should say this. She didn't want him to feel bad if he didn't remember her birthday... "and for my birthday." It had gotten louder suddenly, and he may not have heard her. She was thankful though.. "Care to step outside for a bit?" Despite the fact that she had just finally warmed up and gotten comfortable, she nodded. She got up from her chair and put her jacket back on, and they walked out the main doors. Walking back into the cold, she shivered. Natalie liked warmer weather generally. Though the snow against the building lit up by flickers of light down the street was a pretty sight to see. "So, what else have you been up to all this time?" She asked with a light smile. She would love to hear more. She wouldn't go so far as to ask him anything so personal, but she knew there were many of their peers who were married, and a few with children even by now.... it was silly for her to wonder though. She should probably mind her own business. Edited by Natalie Johnson, Feb 26 2012, 04:18:02 AM.
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| Alistair York | Feb 26 2012, 05:01:47 AM Post #9 |
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"So you became a teacher, then?" Alistair prodded, unable to hold off a smile. "Guess that conversation had a bit of an impact on both of us, eh?" He reached up and scratched his chin, it went without saying that he had thought about her, too. It had been said in such a light hearted way it shouldn't have had the affect on him that it did and he found himself averting his gaze and glancing about the pub. Everything was still in order, a small blessing. Alistair nodded quietly as she affirmed coming up for the Holidays and leaned in closer as the crowd got louder. Her birthday... unintentionally he found himself wracking his brain for the date. Though he didn't have much of a chance to think about it as she agreed to go outside. The man grabbed his coat off a hook by the door and quietly put it on before they exited the building. The cold air was refreshing, to him, after spending so many hours in the heated pub. Noticing her shiver, he placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into an awkward sort of side hug. A sudden lightbulb flickered on in his brain and he glanced down at the woman a smile upon his features. "Happy birthday, Nat! It's today, right?" What were the chances they'd run into each other today of all days? He restrained himself from placing a kiss on the top of her head. Would that be inappropriate? His gaze turned more serious. "Are you sure you want to be spending it here?" It was rare to see such an unsure side of the boisterous man and he averted his gaze to the street, allowing the stark winter air to calm his nerves. At her question he found himself uncomfortable once more. "I, uh... After Hogwarts I spent a lot of time in Norway... studying magical creatures." There was a lot more to it than that, but that captured the gist of it. "I mean, it felt like it would be good to just get away from everything I knew." Laughing nervously, he pocketed his free hand and stole a quiet glance at the woman in his arm. "I saved up money and started the pub with a buddy of mine..." He quieted for a small moment before laughing. "I'm single, if you're interested," Alistair let out a nervous laugh before continuing, "...in stuff like that." At this he glanced back over and shrugged. There wasn't much to tell. "What about yourself?" The night was quite beautiful. It was really too bad it was so cold. His gaze shot skyward and he stole a few moments to admire the clarity of the sky. The noise of the pub could still be heard from where they were. But the noise was oddly detached from where they were, like it didn't really matter. Edited by Alistair York, Feb 26 2012, 05:07:12 AM.
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 26 2012, 06:02:59 AM Post #10 |
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She nodded at him when he asked about her being a teacher, and smiled when he mentioned the conversation where the idea for a pub came about again. He had thought about her, though she was more then sure that she wasn't the only one that he thought about. That would be silly. When she shivered, he noticed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she looked up with a grin in thanks. Him being closer had made her a bit warmer. His face lit up suddenly and he looked down and said happy birthday to her. "Thank you!" she responded, her smile widened a bit. He asked her if she really wanted to spend it here. "Of course I do! My family has me for another week and a half! I haven't seen you in seven years, I think they'll be ok. Seeing everything I saw that's come from you is such a great gift in itself. I'm just glad you're here!" She lowered her gaze to her boots. She listened to his story, he had gone to Norway, and she found that to be pretty amazing... to get away.. yes. A lot of people wanted to get away then she imagined... hadn't she even? He moved on to talking about the early stages of beginning the pub and she nodded. She was glad he had overcame it, probably faster than she had... well yes. Then again, there where other things she was getting away from... as well as walking into. "I'm single, if you're interested," Her eyes slowly raised back up to his face, a bit confused if she had heard him correctly. When he laughed she knew she had, "...in stuff like that." She laughed, too. "What do you mean by that exactly?" She smiled. He really was handsome. Just a little stubble.. his hair mostly how it used to be, maybe warn a little longer now. Wow. She looked away again. Jeez, that wasn't the direction that she thought this conversation might be in. Oddly enough, instead of blushing she really didn't mind. "I am too.." She trailed off. It wasn't something she was ashamed of. She knew the less of an attachment she had to the world, the easier it would be to serve God. When he asked about her she shrugged, "Well, I teach." Compared to what he had done, that sounded so boring, "Similar to Care of magical Creatures." She paused, "I live in my grandparent's home. When my grandmother passed, I inherited it." She said this casually and waved her hand at any condolences. She didn't view death the way most people did, so talking about it was much easier. "That's been most of my life... so far. I know I'm destined for something more then that... but for now it's where I am, so it's where I must need to be for now." She looked back up at him again, "Want to walk?" she offered, nodding her head out in front of them. People were still walking by here and there, but it had almost completely quieted down. The bar behind them had tons of noises coming from it, but she didn't mind that so much... She did however feel awkward in the hug, just standing there, so without letting him answer, she took the first step away. |
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| Alistair York | Feb 26 2012, 06:52:54 AM Post #11 |
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Alistair's gaze lightened at her exclamation. It made him feel better. Better than he should have. He really shouldn't take a comment like that to heart. They were just old friends, after all. Seven years after the fact... Was it odd how comfortable he felt around her despite this. The distance apart had been greated than the time he'd known her but they feel back into their old role as friends impecabbly. His grip around her shoulder tightened for a small moment. "It's good to see you again." He agreed, still smiling. The man fumbled awkwardly for the proper answer to her question. It seemed blaringly obvious what he had actually meant, but sometimes it was nice to have it stated. His heart quickened slightly as she admitted to being single too. He had assumed, but... Was is strange how quickly he'd realized his attraction to her. Alistair thought back on his previous relationships, no great number, and realized that it was normally the case. He saw someone he liked, he asked them out... But never a friend. "Just curious..." But he paused before finishing that sentence. What happened in a week and a half, when her holiday was over? "I'm rather elligible, you know." A joke, really? They were walking now and he listened intently as she paraphrased her own life for the past seven years. It felt so natural to him having her so close and he paid little mind to where they were walking, or the fact that he was leaving his pub to operate on its own means... He was about to offer a condolense of some sort when she waved him off. So he took a different route: "You're living in Ireland?" Alistair questioned suddenly, glancing over as he did so. He knew that was where she was from and it would certainly explain her accent. "So in... a week and a half, you'll be going back then?" It shouldn't bother him, he realized. But it did. A distance gap like the one from here to Ireland was nothing and he really shouldn't be thinking about this, should he? Alistair paused for a moment, considering his options. It took him a good while to realize he was standing in the middle of the street, staring at her and he tried to pass the moment off with a laugh. "I don't know if there's more to life than what I have," He started walking again, the conversation taking an oddly serious note, "It must be nice to feel assured about your future." Natalie was religious and he's seen her draw strength from that religion many times. It was rather empowering to see the strength she gained from her God. "What do you hope you're destined for?" For a curious moment he remember the smile on her face as she considered a favourable option. A stay at home mother, with a family and kids... He felt his heart swell at the thought and considered how he had managed to get so deeply involved so quickly. There was so much about her he remembered and admired. Silently the man weighed his options. Was she worth the risk? It was risky, he'd had his heart thoroughly smashed the last time he'd gone all in. Maybe he was reading too much into the situation. "Want to do something crazy?" What was he doing? Alistair's gaze found hers in the haze of night and he smiled softly. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 26 2012, 08:08:16 PM Post #12 |
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When he tightened his grip she moved in a little closer, happy to know that he was glad to see her, too. Just curious.. I'm rather eligible. She smiled at him, "I see that..." she bit her lip and looked straight forward now, feeling a little uncomfortable, though only in part. What was she going to do here now? With things kind of out in the open, more so than she was used to things being in this particular sort of situation, she didn't feel as though she had given enough time to let the Spirit guide her along. She calmed her mind and allowed it to enter into His peace. It was here where things were revealed to her to the greatest extent. She was thankful to let go of the creeping anxious feeling. She nodded, still looking ahead of them, "Yes. My students would miss me otherwise." Was he bothered by that? She looked up quickly to him with a smile. She liked to think her students enjoyed her for the most part... some thought she was a little crazy, and some had expressed that her 'Jesus freak vibe' was annoying; others expressed their admiration of her strength and uncanny ability to think clearly as well as work diligently in more difficult situations. Her fellow professors often voiced to her their regard in her success of getting the kids sucked into the subject. She knew that wasn't her though- her success was due to the favor she had with God. She loved it so much, and often times it was the smiles on her student's faces as they got excited to hold or learn something new and interesting that warmed her heart. Each one of those children were a blessing in her life and she cherished them. I don't know if there's more to life than what I have. She nodded, much was the outlook of a man who had been so successful without understanding the full extent of favor that had been placed over him through prayer and petition- not to mention the extent of what more could be done for him with Christ. Though she wouldn't hold this over his head. It was an awesome blessing just to see what had happened in his life after all they had gone through, and she knew walking through the doors of that pub was no accident. It had been perfectly planned and calculated, before she was born even. Had it been the same for her seeing him there? It had to be. No matter what God was going to do here, she knew knew she had no choice but to be successful in this relationship. No matter where it went... she could meet that peace now, her spirit felt free again. They had stopped walking. She hoped that all of her ex classmates had recovered this well.. or better even. Blessing after blessing after blessing.. That's what everyone needed and deserved. She whispered a bit of praise to the Lord for these revelations as Alistair went on to ask the next question. She smiled and a light blush was on her cheeks again. What was she destined for? Some awesome ministry.. there was no doubt about that. She knew though, that when a person allows God's will to be theirs, He graciously returned the favor. The desires of her heart were able to be the desires He had for her life as well, as long as they were within His character and lined up with the Word. What was the desire in her heart that she had been hoping for now? It had been the same for so many years now, but never something she had been focusing on till rather recently. "I think I've told you before," she said sheepishly, "The deepest desire of my heart is to have a family... so that is one thing I know for sure I am destined for." She stopped and thought about that big almost empty house, "I want that warmth.. that amazing connection that you can only have with the someone that you were made to be with while you were being knit in your mothers' wombs. The one He took the time to make me for." She closed her eyes, and imagined the house being a home like it had been. She could hear laughter, the fire was going.. she was being held close to someone.. Oh. She opened her eyes again. "Sorry, got lost there for a second!" Her cheeks were still warm and her smile became reflected the embarrassment. "Still pretty domesticated, I know." She laughed at herself. Out of all the things in the world that she could have, that was really what she longed for the most. She knew that God was way more than able to provide that for her, and she would continue to believe and walk in faith until she had it. Want to do something crazy? Crazy? That wouldn't be the word she would pick... "Awesome?" She corrected, but quickly apologized. She tried to be careful with her words, and was used to encouraging others to do so as well. She laughed then, "Um, sure!" It felt right.. whatever he had in mind, she felt as though she was free and had nothing to worry about. There was a peace and agreement in her spirit to respond in agreement with him. Edited by Natalie Johnson, Feb 26 2012, 09:57:22 PM.
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| Alistair York | Feb 26 2012, 11:04:16 PM Post #13 |
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Alistair worked to relax himself. He was thinking far too much than he'd normally deem healthy. He tucked his free hand into the pocket of his coat as they continued walking. Anticipation working its way through him. Natalie seemed uncomfortable with where their conversation had gone and he quietly let it drop. He wasn't going to work up the balls to say what he wanted to anyways. For now, he's just go with the flow and enjoy their time together. Keep it simple. He was a simple guy, after all. He laughed lightly at her response. "I can imagine." The man glanced down at Natalie with a small, if playful, smile. "I would have been devastated if classes were cancelled because a teacher didn't show up..." Teasing? Alistair couldn't recall ever teasing anyone in his Hogwarts days. Perhaps it was the company over the years, but he'd changed. Certainly Natalie had noticed how much he'd matured. He was quieter, more refined and less goofy. Nothing substantial. His grin changed slightly as she affirmed his thoughts from earlier and he quietly tried to push them to the back of his mind once more. "Never in so many words." Though his comment was undoubtedly lost as she talked wistfully of what she desired. Alistair's heart beat skittered eratically for a moment, as he studied her. As he listened... Nat's eyes were open again and she apologized, a light flush upon her cheeks. Alistair smiled broadly, he really enjoyed hearing her talk like that. As odd as it was to think about it. "That's alright, it's sort of endearing." He grinned down at her for a moment, the comment had been said seriously enough. "Awesome?" Alistair considered the word for a moment, arching an eyebrow lightly at his friend. "Don't trust me with 'crazy' as a limitation?" He chuckled lightly and shrugged. In all honesty crazy would have been a lot different from awesome. Alistair could not think of one awesome thing to do. Given all that he had decided upon... He painfully reconsidered his options once more and shrugged. Awesome would be taking her to Norway and showing her a few of the dragons he helped raised. Crazy would be asking her out on a date. Crazy would have a completely unpredictable outcome. Awesome... would always be as such. "I'm not sure I can live up to such a standard." He admitted, with a large grin that clearly stated otherwise. What was he experiencing right now? Stage fright? |
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 27 2012, 01:49:10 AM Post #14 |
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She laughed at his teasing comment. She, for the most part, enjoyed her classes while at Hogwarts. She preferred staying busy... less of a chance of getting into trouble. It was different, though, to hear him tease her like that. She didn't recall him being that way... but it had been a long time since Hogwarts. They had both changed a lot probably... but by how much? Endearing... She attempted to keep herself from liking that he considered it that. He wasn't teasing anymore, either... and that made it harder. She had to disagree this time. Crazy didn't have much of a positive ring to her. Awesome, on the other hand, did. She lived in the most amount of awesome that she could handle every day of her life, and refused to settle for less. He was right though, awesome as a word was more difficult to live up to then crazy. Funny how the Spirit can discern things steadily as you went in life. Crazy meant there was healing needed- she already was healed, not bound by sickness. She smiled up at him again. Awesome on the other hand.. God was awesome.. so yes, that was a hard standard to live up to. But wait, it involved her... and God was in her. There was nothing she couldn't do or have done to her that wasn't awesome right? Things had to work out in her favor in all situations. There was nothing he could do or say that could remain in her memory as less then awesome. "I think you can." She said softly, her tone sincere. She had no reason to believe that whatever he had been thinking of wasn't going to be awesome. "So," she continued, taking a step away from him, and instead decided to face him head on, "What is this awesome suggestion?" She giggled again. She hoped her movement hadn't bothered him at all. She really was excited to see what he had thought of. |
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| Alistair York | Feb 27 2012, 02:37:12 AM Post #15 |
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Alistair blinked at her comment, laughing nervously, the softness of her tone... He didn't want to act frivolously and estrange her, but she wasn't about to let the point drop. For a small moment he was incredibly nervous. The calm before the storm. A whirlpool of disarry and anxiety. But her giggle pulled him back into reality, to the here and the now. To what he wanted... Natalie had taken a step away from him and was facing him head on. For a small moment he held her gaze, as though trying to draw affirmation for what he was about to do. "Alright then..." He murmured, definitively, as his mind reached a conusion. A small peace settled within the man as he took a step towards her, a nervous grin forming. Blow caution to the wind. Alistair wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't do this. With the space between them all but non existant; the man stooped in to steal a kiss from her lips. His arms had encircled her briefly, as almost an after thought, but he pulled away rapidly. Not wanting to impose anything upon her, wanting to explain. His heart beat heavily against his chest. But, for a few horrifying moments, words utterly escaped him. There was so much he wanted to tell her. "Am I crazy?" It had been his intent since asking the original question, though he'd initially considered backing off the topic entirely. The ridiculousness of the situation was not lost upon him. "I've lost too much by not acting and I just..." Meaningfully he tried to find her gaze once more. It was so easy to picture what his life would be like with this woman. A family, kids... he needed to try. Alistair could have certainly been more subtle, but... he wasn't particularly good at subtle. Feeling colour rise in his cheeks he averted his gaze and took in a deep breath. Edited by Alistair York, Feb 27 2012, 02:38:07 AM.
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 27 2012, 12:34:00 PM Post #16 |
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She smiled when he spoke, trying to prepare himself for something. Then he was close, she felt lost for a second in his eyes, and her physical being tried make her get unsettled, but her spirit made her stand firm. His lips touched hers, and she wasn't sure how to respond exactly. His arms wrapped around her, and the warmth was so nice, just as she had imagined just moments ago. Her heart was pounding now. Was this really happening? He released her from his grip and the difference was startling. Am I crazy? She stared at him for a moment. What words did she have for it? It felt right. She knew that she wasn't told to move.. in fact her own movement had almost been perfectly choreographed, hadn't it? She was amazed suddenly, and humbled by this little masterpiece He had set up for them here. He spoke again and looked away, and she saw him blush. She lifted her hands to her mouth and laughed. It was light, not condescending.. but for that moment she was at a loss for words. "No," she said, pulling her hands away from herself and reaching them around him, "It was actually pretty awesome!" This was right. She felt no inward turmoil.. no knots in her stomach.. no form of unsettling. She felt at peace. Maybe even more then that. She leaned her head on his chest, just to get that that warmth back. His heart had been echoing hers, and she smiled, glad it was both of them. "I feel like.." She started, "Like this is right." But there was so much more than 'right' in her mind. She took a deep breath. Suddenly returning to the empty house in a week was not as pleasant a thought. Not without this... warmth. It was what she was craving, wasn't it? Edited by Natalie Johnson, Feb 27 2012, 09:41:28 PM.
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| Alistair York | Feb 27 2012, 08:36:50 PM Post #17 |
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No... Alistair couldn't recall being happier at hearing such a word before. His smile rapidly increased in size as she wrapped her arms around him. An action he gladly reciprocated. If he could just hold her like this... He laughed in a slightly more relaxed way as she continued. It was pretty awesome, wasn't it? Shockingly enough. Somehow it had been alright. Why was he feeling the urge to pick her up and spin her about? Her head rested lightly on his chest and Alistair tightened his grip slightly. The niceness of it all was still rather startling for him. Alistair couldn't think of anything to say, he was in awe of the situation. He nodded simply, it did feel right. His chin brushed lightly over the top of her head. Slowly his heart beat slowed, as they stood. A moment held in time. The cold faltered before their warmth and shimmied away uncomfortably. Though, now that they were at this point, he couldn't help wondering what happened next. In a week and a half she'd be back at Ireland and he'd be here. With his pub. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, thinking. Was this really happening? "I can't believe that worked out so well." The man admitted with a small chuckle. Alistair hadn't been aware how much he'd been missing physical connection of this sort. To hold onto someone without wanting to let them go. "You want to head back to the pub? I probably shouldn't leave it unsupervised for too much longer..." Hmm, still didn't want to pull away though. He wondered how this would all work out, but figured he'd allow himself worry about it... when he had to. Regardless, his heart tugged uncomfortably at that thought. Allowing himself a broad smile he pulled himself out of the hug, his hands found hers for a small moment before he released one of them and led the way back to the pub. "Did you start teaching as soon as you left Hogwarts?" Alistair questioned, his smile turning into a goofy grin, there was still so little they knew about their time apart... The warmth of her hand slowly warmed his own. It was cold out, he'd appreciate being back inside. A moment later he arched an eyebrow. "And why Care of Magical Creatures?" A small laugh. If he had become a teacher he would have opted for CoMC. Alistair had an affinity for animals and was rather knowledgeable on the topic, especially now. Edited by Alistair York, Feb 27 2012, 09:12:34 PM.
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| Natalie Johnson | Feb 29 2012, 03:06:34 AM Post #18 |
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She laughed and squeezed him a little tighter. She let out a sigh and enjoyed the warmth between the two of them. She was kind of sad when he suggested they go back to the pub, but she looked up and nodded with a smile. He did have to take care of his business and she didn't want to be a burden to him. He let her go, and held her hands for a moment before letting one go. They would walk back to the pub hand in hand then. The thought was exciting and made her a little nervous at the same time... she didn't know those people back at the pub the way he did, but she trusted him. "No. I had moved to Ireland right out of school, but t had planned to do that since sixth year. I took care of my grandmother for a year first, then my younger brother came down as well and helped so I could find a job." It had been perfect timing... as usual. It was good to have favor with the Lord. She had gotten the job quickly. "I've always found Care of Magical Creatures the most interesting subject. Kids are the only thing I have more of a love for here on Earth." They walked down the street slowly, "So it kind of worked out in my favor, you know?" "What about you? Did you leave right after Hogwarts or did you stick around for a bit first?" ooc: not a good post |
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| Alistair York | Mar 2 2012, 06:42:37 PM Post #19 |
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Alistair listened intently as she answered his questions. His arm swing gently as they walked. The hand holding hers kept a gentle but firm grip on her own. There was a time when he might have held a girl's hand loosely but the snugness of their fingers beside one another was oddly reassuring. Alistair didn't need reassurance, right? Well, his brain was still slowly processing everything that needed to be processed. It had been awhile since he'd been given so much to stew over. When the business had first started up... he'd been on overload for a good year. Had he forgotten her plans? Or had she not told him? Alistair couldn't remember and nodded slowly. The man had had plans after school, though most of them involved him and Laine. Her dying sort of threw a bit of a curve ball at him and he'd ended up in Norway. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." Alistair responded, when she got onto the topic of CoMC, a large grin making it's way back onto his lips. He shrugged once more as Natalie reciprocated the question and let out a long breath of air before answering. "I didn't stick around." There hadn't been anything left for him in London. Aside from his mother. She'd been disappointed in him. He'd left without any notice. Realizing the melancholic note he quietly smiled. "I'd love to visit Ireland though. Norway is beautiful, but it'd be nice going somewhere where you don't have to worry about a dragon roasting your backside." Alistair had never had reason to go anywhere in Norway that was tame and all of his friends there lived as he had. Like men. Camping and such. Luckily the daring streak had long since faded and he didn't particularly care that he was living a more domestic life. Plus, Natalie would be in Ireland. Wait, we weren't going to think about that, remember? The walk back to the pub had seemed to take shorter than the walk away. An odd little fact, he paused outside the door. The heat and uproar from inside was inviting for all the same reasons he didn't want to enter. Who knew what sort of mayhem had been caused in his absense? He wondered if anyone would think to comment on it. Or, well, his hand gripped hers tighter and he smiled. "Well..." Stop hesitating, man. He leaned in to snatch another kiss from her before they were deprived of any and all privacy. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Mar 8 2012, 01:58:35 AM Post #20 |
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She smiled up at him when he talked briefly about not staying around after school. She understood to an extent. Natalie wasn't really attached to anyone outside of her friends, and now that she recalled it, Alistair had been with Laine. She hadn't known what had happened to him after that. She suddenly feel bad for allowing this situation, but then quickly reminded herself that this was right in her spirit. No condemnation should be felt in this. End it, mind. The thought of him coming to Ireland was a very nice one. Though... how would that work exactly? "...Dragons." She laughed lightly, remembering all the times he would speak about them at school, "I bet Norway is wonderful, even with them there!" She thought about the house she had to return to again and smiled. Soon it would be the home she wanted it to be again. They were nearing the pub quicker than she expected. It always did seem that way though; things fly by so much faster on the way home then on the way out somewhere. How quickly would she be returning home when it was time? She leaned into his arm as they walked. They arrived at the door and he started to speak, but suddenly had a change of mind as he leaned down to kiss her again. She enjoyed the little moment, and stood on her tiptoes to welcome it. This would probably be the last time tonight that they would be alone. If she wasn't so confident, she might have been worrying about what these people that knew him would think of them leaving together and coming back after a 'walk.' It was a good thing that she wasn't quick to be suspicious of other's thoughts. They walked through the doors hand in hand and those that noticed seemed to hush themselves. She wasn't sure now if the heat on her cheeks was because of the warmth she was experiencing once again, or the occasional glances their way that made her a little uneasy. She tried to steady herself mentally and emotionally as they stood. Nothing to her seemed to be out of order, but she didn't own the place and didn't know what was what. She looked up at him and smiled once again, hoping her nervousness wasn't showing on her face. These people knew him, he was the one who would have to put up with the teasing more so then she would. A little encouragement could go a long way in this world. Edited by Natalie Johnson, Mar 8 2012, 01:59:30 AM.
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