Spellbound [ariel, open]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] It wasn't all that often that Gwyneth found herself out of doors. This was especially true when the skies were as dark and forbidding as they were now. The second year paid no heed to the angrily swelling clouds overhead, nor did she notice that the sky would soon be overcast. Her runes textbook, no longer new despite this being the start of the school year, sat idly in her hand. Gwyn's eyes hadn't been tracing the text for a while now. Instead, they were trained on... Well, nothing at all, really. Her dark-purple orbs were staring into the empty space in front of her, slightly glazed over as she mulled over her thoughts, or rather the recollection of her peculiar spike in emotions at a certain... incident. Thinking back, nothing much had changed in the school since the last school term. Yet, so much seemed different. She sighed, the expression leaning on frustration. She had always been a shy person. She knew that. It was natural for her to blush and shy at the smallest gestures. And yet... When that dark-haired boy had picked up her handkerchief for her, smiled at her as he returned it to her (in the most gentlemanly manner), Gwyneth felt... something else. A peculiarly strong emotion that felt akin to water pouring forth from its floodgates. And when he touched her hand... (by accident, or course, when handing her the laced cloth) Oh, there was a sense of delight that brought warmth to her cheeks. The violent spike of feelings had lasted but a moment, but the mild euphoria that followed lingered throughout the morning. She even felt it now as thought about him. Funny, considering she didn't even know who he was. Come to think of it, she didn't quite catch his name. Even funnier, was that she had completely missed the color of his uniform. All she could remember were those impossibly dark eyes framed by onyx tresses. The memory made her wish she had her dark hair back. Heavens, this was awkward. It wasn't as though this were the first time anyone had done her a good turn. She was grateful, certainly. But if she were to be honest, these odd fluctuations in her emotions scared her. It was, perhaps, the first time her body had reacted the way it did to a situation like that. Somehow, that terrified her. Without realizing it, she released another sigh. Maybe this was something she should ask her uncle about? She shuddered at the thought. Erm, maybe not. Uncle Rufus had been a tremendous support and counsel to her in the last year. But this time, it felt inappropriate to bring the topic to his attention. It was something she would have to work out on her own, she supposed. ''What on earth am I going to do with myself...''

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/hehh.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-bottom: 3px solid #1F1D1F; border-radius: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center;]SHE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHIT[/style][STYLE=text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; background-color: #1F1D1F; color: #DFDFDF; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;]IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING BUT I CAN'T GET OVER IT[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border-top: 4px solid #171717; border-bottom: 4px solid #171717; height: 93px; width: 95px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; margin-right: 8px; color: #DFDFDF; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px;]TAGS irving. NOTES happy to see her. sup sup sup. too lazy to change the lyrics. [/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 115px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Y9dkq.png); opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 230px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Y9dkq.png); opacity: 0.6; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 345px; margin-right: -104px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Y9dkq.png); opacity: 0.4; border-radius: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-left: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-top: -5px; width: 283px; height: 430px; overflow: auto; opacity: 0.7;]Evan was known to hang outside at the most unlikely times, especially when the weather brought signs of things like rain. The clouds looked to be storming in the sky, bringing untold promises. Evan loved the rain, he actually loved the water, but that was his secret. No one should know that he, Ariel Evan Collins, loved the water. That would seem too much like a mermaid, and fuck, Evan was no singing mermaid of the sea. How many times did he have to state that, for it to seep through peoples’ thick skull? It’s not like Evan ever stated his name was Ariel, it was the fucking woman who called out the names by the sorting hat. Fucking sadistic woman, really, why would anyone say a cursed name like Ariel Collins aloud? He carried around a simple text book on the job of being an Auror, this was the time he was debating on actually having a carrier past his Hogwarts studies. He was going to be accepted into just about anywhere he tried out, that wasn’t the Ravenclaw’s concern. He had the grades for anything he set his heart on; his mother had made sure of that. It was the idea of working, that got to Evan, he didn’t want to work past Hogwarts, and why should he? He was set for life, he was future head of the Collins family, he had enough money in the bank to buy the bank and everything inside, plus much more. Well, the by the time he had read the book from cover to cover, he knew he wasn’t going to be an Auror, especially considering how much he hated the ministry. All that work, the rebellious teenager knew he would impale himself on a knife by the end of week one of that training. Well, that teacher was silly for handing him that book anyway, and Evan knew that. He knew he never planned on being an Auror by the time he was small. Maybe he’d just take a Muggle job, like a butcher or something; apparently that’s what his Muggle grandparents did according to his mother. But, cutting up meat all day? Next idea. He was just about to ramble on his own head again, when he spotted a familiar puff of purple hair. It was Gwyn, she hadn’t had that hair quite long, she had just came with it this year, but she was recognizable, she was Gwyn. She just had that Gwyn like feeling about her; he walked over to her, his hand finding the way to her head, in an attempt to ruffle that purple due of hers. “Hey Gwyn, lovely day we’ve been having, don’t you agree?” He said with the same warmness, same welcoming tone he always did to her. All annoyance was from the ‘job hunt’ was gone, and he was genuinely happy to see her. Evan loved kids, just he didn’t want them of his very own, thus he took to the younger students of Hogwarts. .[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] Gwyn's eyes continued to pierce the small space of nothingness in front of her, her fingers idly twirling her platinum hair when the tremors of footfalls brought her out of her reverie. She looked up and spied a familiar figure approaching. "Evan~!" she cried happily, her troubles momentarily forgotten. She smiled warmly at the senior Ravenclaw. Ariel always seemed to have that kind of effect on her, even if she did find him a little strange at times. As an only child, Gwyn couldn't possibly have understood what it was like to have an older sibling. However, she did like to think that Ariel was quite like an older brother. He was often there when she needed a bit of encouragement. Even though they were of different houses. "Um- yes, I would say it is, I suppose," she replied, shutting one eye as she endured his brotherly tussle. It had been an interesting day. That would have been a better choice of words in Gwyn's case. She giggled. "What brings you all the way out here today?" she asked. Gwyn had a habit of waiting until Ariel finished his affectionate petting before attempting to smoothen her locks. 'Nice day' could not possibly have pertained to the weather, she reckoned. Now that she was much more aware of her surroundings, the second year could tell that the sky could start pouring any moment now. And if there was one thing she had learned in the last year, it was that the weather in Scotland was just about as predictable as Professor Eros' extra credit assignments-which was to say... they weren't. And Rain in Scotland could be downright terrifying! As though having read her thoughts, a flash of lightning ignited, followed by a sudden clap of thunder that rocked the skies. Gwyneth let out a frightened squeak as cold fear took over and hurled her body at the older student. Her lungs constricted. A small whimper could be heard as the girl clung onto him for dear life, eyes squeezed tight against the panic that threatened to smother her in its freezing grip.