Kingsley Shacklebolt
Inactive Character
Seventh Year[M:10]
Seventh-Year Gryffindor Prefect
Posts: 58
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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jun 18, 2010 14:35:04 GMT -5
Kingsley had his wand trained low on the ground, a soft golw emitting from the tip to light the way for he and Hestia. He knew the perfect spot to go to: about thirty feet into the forest there was a small clearing surrounded by low brush. Not only was it great for hiding in, but the brush acted as a warning system for any forest creatures that may approach. It was his favourite place to go when he was sneaking away, and he had never been caught... yet.
Still, the small chance that they would get found out didn't deter Kingsley's mood in the slightest. As they had snuck from the castle he had take one or two more obligatory swigs from his flask, and he was now feeling quite relaxed about everything.
"Oh, watch your step over this part," he warned Hestia, taking her arm right before the ground started to get lumpy. "It gets a bit tricky here." After a few more steps they entered the clearing and Kingsley spread out the blanket for them to sit on.
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Post by Hestia Jones on Jun 23, 2010 18:42:43 GMT -5
Hestia was smiling the whole way out to the forest. What was even better, they never got caught. It was almost close to curfew and they just waltzed right out of the castle. That's what made all of this even better. Kingsley had his wand out, illuminating small patches of the ground so they wouldn't trip. She was starting to get impatient and every time he took a swing from the flask, she nudged him and told him to save some for her.
When he finally told her to be careful, she knew they were close. She stepped easily in the awkward area and tried not to jump at every noise she heard in the surrounding woods. When he finally got the blanket situated, she beamed and plopped down. "Alright Kings. It's time for a little fun."
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Kingsley Shacklebolt
Inactive Character
Seventh Year[M:10]
Seventh-Year Gryffindor Prefect
Posts: 58
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Post by Kingsley Shacklebolt on Jul 11, 2010 13:33:32 GMT -5
Kingsley rather ungracefully slumped down beside Hestia, passing her the flask and leaning back on his arms to look at the stars. "Ah yes, fun. I'd almost forgotten the meaning of the word. 'Something that provides mirth or amusement.'"
He looked over at Hestia, his chin tucked down so that he was looking up at her. "Funny how much mirth and amusement we lose come seventh year."
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Post by Hestia Jones on Mar 14, 2011 15:21:34 GMT -5
Hestia took the flask and too a swig from it. She was good at drinking and she would admit openly that she liked a good party now and then. That was one thing some people looked down upon, but she personally liked about herself. She was young, about to take on a very serious career choice. So sue her for wanting to live a little.
She laid down beside Kingsley and took one last gulp before passing the flask back to him. She looked sideways at him. She smiled. Kingsley was by far her best friend. He thought the same way she did, liked the same things, they did the same things. And the best part? She didn't expect anymore of him than that. All she wanted was a friend to be there and he was just that.
"Seventh year....it's almost over Kings. What're we gonna do now? Because I sure don't know. I'm barely getting as it is..." She sighed. She shouldn't have expected to have the five star seventh year that dreams are made of. But she sure didn't expect her year to be nothing but attacks and constantly having to look over her shoulder in case there was trouble. She sighed again. "We're definitely gonna need more fire whiskey for this."
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