Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 25, 2009 0:30:45 GMT -5
Quincy hung upside down in the middle of the Entrance hall. He was trying to get an abstract view of something he saw everyday. So far though, he wasn't inspired. Starting to feel the head rush, Quincy reached in his robes for his wand. The thin stick of maple wood slipped through his fingers and rolled across the floor.
"Great," Quincy sighed. There was no one around at the time to help him either. "Come here wand," Quicny whistled. "Please..." Suddenly he heard footsteps comming from the staircase. He looked up (or in his predicament, down) and to his luck, saw Audrey walking down the stairs.
"Hey Audrey!" Quincy waved, acting very non-challant about his predicament.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 27, 2009 16:29:34 GMT -5
Audrey, who was walking down the hall and thinking no one was around, jumped when she heard Quincy's voice. She glanced up and laughed.
"Oh, hey Quincy. Didn't see you...up there?" She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. "And....how exactly did you get up there?" She asked, trying not to laugh. She noticed his wand on the floor a few feet away from him. She reached down and picked it up curiously.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 27, 2009 23:04:53 GMT -5
"I was trying to get a different view of the hall here, maybe some inspiration for a drawing..." Quincy said grinning. "But all I'm getting is head rush, I dropped my wand, so I can't get down..." As he said this, Audrey just happened to pick up his wand.
"Hey, you mind uh..." he pointed to himself and then the floor and then his wand in her hand. "Helping a kid out?"
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 28, 2009 11:48:50 GMT -5
Audrey laughed. Quincy was always looking for new art inspiration. She grasped the wand in her hand and flicked it at him so it would drop him to the floor.
"So, no inspiration came out of this?" She asked, motioning to the air, refering to hanging upside down. She found it a little amusing honestly.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 29, 2009 1:49:52 GMT -5
Quincy was unprepared for the drop, even though he asked her to do so, and he landed with a thud to the ground. "Ow..." he said, rubbing his head. He jumped up though and brushed the dust off his robes. Then he smiled widely at Audrey.
"Nothing, just a quick blood rush to my head." Quincy said, "But enough about me, what are you up to m'dear Audrey?" Quincy asked.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 29, 2009 12:26:11 GMT -5
Audrey couldn't help but laugh as her boyfriend hit the floor. He was so adorable when he tried new things like hanging upside. She brushed off his shoulders a little and smiled.
"Sorry you weren't inspired today. But at least you got a new look at the hallway." She said rolling her eyes. "I was actually looking for you, dear." She added, running a hand through her hair.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 29, 2009 13:13:12 GMT -5
"For me?" Quincy asked curiously. "But whatever for?" His hand followed hers, brushing through her hair and tucking it behind her ear. He smiled at his girlfriend with bright white teeth. Yes, she was a third year and he was a sixth and that cause some people at school to talk. But Quincy was one of those guys who didn't really listen to what others said. He was his own person after all.
He took her hand and turned toward the door that led outside. Picking up his bag with his other hand and slinging it over his shoulder. "Walk with me?" he asked.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 29, 2009 13:34:40 GMT -5
Audrey grinned, loving her boyfriend's adorable personality. "Of course, my good sir." She said, laughing as she spoke. She wasn't sure why he was with her but she wasn't exactly complaining either. She didn't care that other people looked down on their relationship. She just kind of hoped her brother would find out about the age difference. They hadn't exactly met yet and she was worried about what her brother would say...or do.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 29, 2009 14:27:31 GMT -5
He walked with her outside, hand in hand into the unusuallky warm weather for March. The sun was shining and the sky was blue, it was nice, and spring was near. Quincy liked spring, the colors that came out at that time were extraordinary and he loved to paint them.
"So, you were looking for me?" Quincy asked. "Any reason in particular?"
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 29, 2009 15:03:02 GMT -5
She smiled as they walked outside. It was begining to warm up a little and she loved the warm weather. She ran a hand through her hair again, a habit of hers, and looked at him when he spoke.
"Nope. No real reason. Just wanted to find you." She grinned. "Do I need a reason to want to see you?" She teased gripping his hand tighter for a second.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 29, 2009 15:17:54 GMT -5
"Never," Quincy said, squeezing her hand back and kissing Audrey's cheek. He led her down to the lake and found shade under a tree that was close to the water.
"So what have you been up to?" Quincy asked curiously. The weather was warm so he shrugged off his robe so he was only wearing his Hogwarts shirt, slacks, and Ravenclaw blue and bronze tie.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 29, 2009 15:36:12 GMT -5
She smiled when he kissed her. It nearly made her blush. She sat on a boulder and shrugged off her Hufflepuff robes before rolling up her sleeves. She leaned back, enjoying the warm weather. She smoothed out her shirt and glanced at him.
"Nothing really. I've been enjoying my Saturday. Slept in extra late today." She answered, grinning. She loved Saturdays because she loved sleeping in late.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 29, 2009 16:39:59 GMT -5
She leaned back on the boulder and the light streaked her face. "Stay like that," Quincy said excitedly. He watched her, still wearing his big grin and reached into his bag, pulling out his sketch book and a graphite pencil.
"I love saturday, there's no lessons," Quincy said. He sat under the tree and began to draw her. The sun made her glow and Quincy watched her with awestruck eyes as she lay there.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 29, 2009 19:15:37 GMT -5
Audrey's smiled widened and she laughed. She stayed where she was so he could easily draw her but kept her wide smile on her face. She thought it was amusing to have an artist for a boyfriend. He always would stop at random to sketch something. She didn't mind though. She had the patience for it, which most people lacked.
"Don't you ever get tired of drawing me?" She asked. It wasn't the first time he'd drawn her and again, she didn't mind. She felt a little flattered when he thought she was pretty enough to draw.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 29, 2009 20:09:50 GMT -5
He continued to sketch her. She was right, he did draw her a lot. He admired her patience with him though, and he grinned when she spoke up.
"Never," Quincy laughed and said again. He had finished his pelimary sketch and was erasing the excess lines before adding color. "Hold on, I'm almost done," He laughed.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 29, 2009 20:47:37 GMT -5
She laughed too and merely sat still. She didn't know what gave her the patience to sit still for him all the time. It must have been the way he looked when he drew. She figured it was just an artist thing, but he seemed to be very dedicated when he was drawing or coloring. And he was really quick too. It must have been from all the spur of the moment drawings. "How's it coming?" She asked to be supportive. She wanted to be sure that he knew she didn't mind.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 30, 2009 0:43:09 GMT -5
Quincy hoped she didnt' mind staying so still. At least she was in a comfortable looking position. "Almost done," he said again. "Doing okay?" eh asked, making sure she was comfortable.
Once he had the basic colors down and she was able to move, he stood up and walked over to her, smiling lightly and standing in her sun. "You can move now," he said, poking her on the nose.
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 30, 2009 21:33:11 GMT -5
Audrey smiled. "I'm fine, Quincy." She said, a little eager to see the picture. She tried looking over the sketchpad before he stood up and walked over to her. She relaxed a little when he sat next to her and grinned when he poked her nose.
"How's it look?" She asked eagerly again. She knew it would look great because he was a great artist in her opinion. She tried to steal a peek.
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Quincy Randall
Seventh Year[M:10]
In the mixture of colors and lines, I find my heart, my soul, myself.
Posts: 31
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Post by Quincy Randall on Aug 31, 2009 23:07:15 GMT -5
He hid the picture from her wandering eyes against his chest. "No peeking," he said with a laugh. "I have to finish coloring it, then you can see," He teased and placed the book back in his bag.
The sun was shining and it had gotten warmer. Quincy loosened his tie. "So," He said, smiling at her. "Now what?"
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Post by Audrey Moore on Aug 31, 2009 23:16:07 GMT -5
She grinned at him. "Aww. Come on. Just one peek?" She asked, giving him puppy dog eyes and pouting out her lip. It was hard to do when she was trying not to smile.
She shrugged and looked around. "I don't know. I suppose we could go for a swim. The water might still be pretty cold though." She said, shrugging.
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