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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 7, 2008 23:57:03 GMT -5
"Rain?" Jamie raised his eyebrows. "I love the rain, especially thunderstorms. I love taking walks in it and getting completely soaked."
He had, his mother would worry constantly when Jamie walked around in rain, letting his hair and clothes get plastered to his body. No one was ever around in the rain, and he did whatever he liked.
When Scarlette made the remark about his lip, he turned slightly red, but didn't make a comment about it. He didn't want he to know he was nervous in anyway.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 8, 2008 0:11:15 GMT -5
Scarlette's smile widened, listening to him talk about the rain and thunderstorms.
"Yeah?" She asked. "Me too." She let it go at that, since it was that simple. She used to drag her little brother out in the rain, before he had gotten so quiet and introverted, and the two of them would play for hours.
"What do you think, Jamie? Time to go somewhere... less owl infested?"
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 8, 2008 0:26:43 GMT -5
Jamie smiled inwardly. This girl sould have bumped into him a long time ago. Maybe he wouldn't be stuck in positions he didn't know what to do with, like his best friends forcing him to do things he didn't want to.
"I think that would be socially acceptable," he laughed. "Where would you like to go? I'm pretty much up for anything."
Jamie was hoping she wanted to do something that they both enjoyed, so he'd feel at least a little in control. Like, a snowball fight ,or in the kitchens. ANything that had to do with the lake scared him a bit, because he couldn't swim. IT was winter and snowing, but maybe she liked ice cold water.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 8, 2008 0:30:27 GMT -5
"Well..." she said it as if she had a whole list she was willing to give him to choose from. In reality, she didn't. She honestly just wanted out of the castle for a while and was going to invite him along.
"I was going to take a walk around the grounds... you're welcome to come. Though I can't promise that if you accidentally throw a snowball at me again that I won't throw one back."
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 8, 2008 0:41:44 GMT -5
"Well, it's not raining, but I could try," Jamie smiled, refraining from biting his lip. Walks were good, weren't they?
"And good, maybe I'll see if you have some guts, to retort from a snowball attack." He swooped to the owlry door and held it open for her, bowing as he did so.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 10, 2008 3:00:09 GMT -5
"Oh, go ahead and throw your snowballs at me. But you may not like the consequences. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't fight back." Scarlette warned him of this, but she was teasing him at the same time. Still, if he expected giggly and such, she was not the girl.
She walked through the door he held open for her, and continued walking without looking back to see if he was following. She just assumed he was.
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 11, 2008 1:28:47 GMT -5
Jamie shut the door as he started to stroll casually a few steps behind, evaluating the situation he was in.
The first thing that came to mind was how pretty Scarlette was. Jamie was a bit taken back by this realizatoin, and that he thought it first. Sure, she was quite a bit shorter, and had long brunette hair, and an innocent face. Scarlette looked like Jamie's perfect girl.
Next was her attitude. It was fun, and kind of warming. She seemed a little dangerous, but nothing he couldn't handle right? It was Jamie, even he didn't know what he was capable of. Jamie never did much for himself, and always was quiet. Why not see where this led him?
He stumbled a few steps, and then went back to his normal pace.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 16, 2008 23:10:55 GMT -5
Scarlette paused when she realized she had to stop to look over her shoulder to see him, and she turned towards him fully. "Enjoying the view?" She asked, her hand on her hip and her eyebrow raised. Even if that's not why he was behind her, she didn;t like him being behind her. Granted, if he were walking in front of her, she would probably like it even less.
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 17, 2008 22:50:16 GMT -5
Jamie almost fell over in shock, totally forgetting that Scarlette was in front of him. He stopped abruptly, as not to hit her. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, looking fiercely at his face. "Uhm, view? Of what, the mountains? No, they get old. I'm a bit tired of snowy mountains." He said the entire thing in one breathe, very quickly. "Don't you?"
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 19, 2008 2:18:45 GMT -5
Scarlette's brow rose in amusement, watching him stumble over his quickly thought up answer. She even turned to look at the snow covered mountains, as if checking to be sure that there really were any at all.
"No," she said slowly, turning back towards him. "I can't say that I do. How can you ever get tired of something that beautiful?"
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 22, 2008 22:21:59 GMT -5
"Well," Jamie ran his hand through his hair, trying to think of a way to word his thought process. "There are different types of beauty, changing and similiar. Similiar beauty is always there, such as land masses or paintings. But changing beauty is a person or the clouds go by. If you sat by a painting and stared at it for hours on end, then the painting would contain less meaning, perhaps, then you catching it at a fleeting glance. You'd make up more then just sitting and letting your mind wander. But a person, they grow, and change, both personality and appearance. I don't think that I could ever find changing beauty tiring, but the smiliar beauty just seems to keep me taking it for granted."
Jamie turned to look at the mountain, "Of course, the snow changes every year, but then it stays like that. People can talk, and argue, and change their mind. That's the best part of changeable beauty. Nothing can ever be the same again."
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 23, 2008 3:18:17 GMT -5
Scarlette's expression changed as she listened to him explain his thoughts to her, and it became ever so clear why he was in Ravenclaw. He was smart, philosophical, and, she imagined, he had a romantic side to him that he was giving her a small insight to.
"I see your point. I kind of... disagree... but I see your point." She could stare at that mountaintop all day and admire it's beauty, but she often got bored with people. They became predictable, and it all ended up being the same thing, didn't it?
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 23, 2008 3:31:19 GMT -5
Jamie chuckled and turn to face her again, studying her face as she looked out at the snow. "You disagree, that's my point. And what might you believe?"
Jame hoped she didn't think he was mocking her for having a different opinion. He really wondered what she thought on the entire matter, and she was a perfect example of changeale beauty: she could debate.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 23, 2008 3:37:20 GMT -5
Scarlette quirked a half smile. "The fact tat I disagree is my point as well," she returned. "I argue... a lot. That's no secret, but to someone who knows me, I'm sure it gets very old. Those mountains look majestic no matter how many times you see them. People get predictable and boring. And those mountains are always different, anyway. The weather changes, the lighting changes, and so on. And you are really very good at talking yourself out of trouble."
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 23, 2008 3:44:28 GMT -5
"That's all true," Jamie took all her points into consideration. "But were you always that arguementative? I'm sure you have different interests now then you did back then. Perhaps you wanted a pony then, and you'd prefer an owl now. But, to me, the majesty gets old. I would never love something perfect. Flaws make humans more connected, more diverse. The visual of a mountain is perceived to be a perfection, whereas qualities of humans can be taken as bad or good, depending on the person looking at them."
"And thank you, that quality of mine took quite a bit of building up," Jamie gave her a small smirk, before continuing to walk down the stairs.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 23, 2008 3:48:35 GMT -5
She smiled as he passed by, and followed him down the stairs. So he admitted he was talking his way out of it... she liked it, and she would indulge him. He had her interested enough so that she didn't much care right now.
"You're wrong," she stated boldly and confidently. "Mountains are hardly perfect. They're rebels. They fought and struggled from the earth, crashing around against each other just to get there... they knew what they wanted and went through a lot to get there. Humans can be the same way... I can identify with those mountains. Which really makes everything beautiful, doesn't it?"
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 23, 2008 3:53:05 GMT -5
Jamie thought for a couple of beats. She had added in a new factor of beauty, the struggle. He took a long breathe and then decided his answer. "Well, in that case, they are, in your eyes, still perfect. Perfect in the sense that you aspire to be them. Unless you know their flaws?"
He wasn't sure his arguement was solid, but he did wish to know what she thought the mountains to be.
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 23, 2008 3:56:32 GMT -5
"Hardly. I never said they were perfect, just something I could understand. If they were perfect, there would have been no struggle."
That was simple in her eyes. How they wound up arguing about how pretty mountains were was funny to her, but she rolled with it. At least he wasn't one of those introverted Ravenclaws that wouldn't talk to her.
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Post by Jamie Ferrera on Dec 23, 2008 4:01:14 GMT -5
"Well, then, maybe you won this round, until I can think of something to argue back. The war isn't over," Jamie wasn't one to give up, ever. He just had to think of something to tie struggle to perfect. No doubt this would be on his mind constantly.
"Then again, this is opinion. Not nessecarily, life or death."
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Post by Scarlette Meyers on Dec 23, 2008 4:06:10 GMT -5
Scarlette laughed. "Scarlette: 1. Jamie: 0. I'll keep score."
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she stepped up so that she could walk next to him. "Opinions can be life or death. Though, they shouldn't be, I suppose. How are you feeling?" She asked, as if remembering that she had knocked him flat. She wanted to make sure that he was really all right.
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