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[jared]

[/b] been raining. Actually, it had been raining so much that the lake had been flooded and down in the furthest and darkest corridor, water pits had formed and small first years had played with enchanted paper boats. At least that's what people claimed they had seen. Who'd really been there was Jared LeBleu... but that's another story.

Currently though, Jared was staring out the one of the many windows in a random corridor in the mightily Hogwrats castle. Because, as I had said, it had been raining, as in, it had. Right now, the sun had finally shown its face upon the world. It had smiled and greeted the wet earth, wishing for it to dry up again, fill the world with people outside instead of locked up inside some castle. And because the sun had said hello, Jared was staring outside. Up until this point, he had thought it might just be another one of the rainy days, so as he had passed the corridors for lunch, he had failed to notice how the sun so desperately tired to say hello. Now however, he was smiling with his whole body, the dimple in his left cheek showed as he continued smiling before he turned around and ran towards the Hufflepuff common room.

As the young Hufflepuff ran towards his common room, an exciting and pulsating feeling vibrated inside of him. Joy perhaps? Nevertheless, the feeling was energy in his eyes. Jared LeBleu, the more or less handsome Hufflepuff boy. Being locked up so long, not being able to be outside (or, he was able it was just that he didn't like rain) gave him a lot of extra stored up energy in his mind. Now was the time to act, to get that energy out before he couldn't stand still.

Fetching his broom, the Hufflepuff lad sprinted out of the castle on this bright Saturday morning. He was early, so no Quidditch team would practice now, and even if they had, Jared would not have cared. As he ran by people, he looked like a mere blur of colours sprinting by them. It was a bit cold outside, so as he planned to do all sort of dives and such he had taken on his warm robes with his Hufflepuff badge proud on his chest, a pair of dark brown gloves and a warm Hufflepuff coloured scarf.

He was so exited to be back outside again. And as the cool wind hit his face and the sun bathed him in an oddly cold warmth, Jared felt his heart leap. It was the little things in life that made Jared happy. Like being outside after a long rain, lying on a beach in the sun, getting an ice cream when you're warm, receiving a hug when you're sad, things like that.

As he reached the Quidditch pitch he had not the time to stop and shoot up in the air, no, as he ran he jumped up on his broom and took off. The feeling of the cool air in his hair and the thrill of being so high above the ground lifted his spirit. He dived and zoomed through the air, his energy giving him speed and accuracy. He loved the moment. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that when he dived he did not register that he was diving right down towards a person walking on the pitch. Having dived so close to the ground, the collision was almost unstoppable. But as the person screamed for him to stop, Jared woke up from his hypnosis, took a abrupt turn to the left and avoided the crash with the person. However, he did not avoid the crash with the ground.

This broom got caught in the grass making it stop momentarily which again resolved Jared being literally thrown off his broom before he landed on his back. For a moment, all sounds died away, and all Jared could heard was the beating sound of his own pulse. It was all white, but then the colours returned and the sounds were restored.

Jared was laying down, looking up at the person he had avoided crashing with. "Ehe, hello," he said, feeling more or less numb in his back. His murky coloured eyes glanced up at the person. "Ehe, sorry I didn't see you right away," he smiled, the dimple in his left cheek there once again.[/ul][/color]

ooc: anyone can reply, but preferably a single girl or a "feminine" boy.... ^.^

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[marieannetteisoul]

[ ;; One potato, two...]

The floods had been getting on Marie's nerves. Having to dodge them, work her routs around them and the traffic of the students was causing her to quickly loose her patience - and Marie didn't have a lot of patience to start with. She had found that coming out to the Quidditch pitch was often a good thing to do when you was stressed - it was quiet and rarely used during the school hours. So, skipping Muggle Studies again Marie packed her bag with some Potions notes to revise for the test they were going to have tomorrow. Her foot steps squelched in the soggy mud, the hems of her robes getting wetter and muddier with every step she took, and the sky was threatening another down pour. But she didn't mind. If it did rain she could just pull up her hood and make her was back - the rain didn't bother her. So, as she walked closer to the field Marie was unfazed by the gray Sky's and slowly dulling day. Instead she began to root through her satchel, looking for parchment, quills and notes to go over as she walked onto the freshly mown grass of the Quidditch Pitch.

This may have been why she didn't see the boy at first. She hadn't been expecting anyone to be here - she had only ever once encountered someone else on the pitch, and the weather was nice then - so the first warning was a whooshing sound of the broom cutting through the air. Marie looked up, and stared momentarily at the figure coming closer to her at a rapid speed. She only had time to let out a sharp scream in surprise before she dropped all of her things, including her open bag, and lept back wards; pulling out her wand and making ready to use it in any way she needed. Crashing inches away from her, Marie stared at the boy - who landed on her parchments which had spilled out of her open bag - with a mixture of shock and horror on her face. Her first though went straight to her work - it was ruined now, a simple cleaning charm might not be good enough to distinguish between the mud and ink - and secondly to the welfare of the boy. She didn't say anything for a moment - the shock still working its way out of her system - and before she could ask him anything he seemed to stir and open his eyes.

"Ehe, hello," and then "Ehe, sorry I didn't see you right away," Marie only just resisted the temptation to reply what she was thinking - which was somewhere along the lines of 'you almost didn't see me at all, moron' - and she looked down at him, no concern on her face at all - just a bit of confusion and maybe even a hint of annoyance at his [in her mind] rude entrance into her life - as she spoke words that contradicted her expression entirely"Umm.. yeh. A'you OK?" not that she particularly cared, but Marie wanted to know what she was dealing with - she really couldn't have handled a broken back or anything.