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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Aug 31, 2009 13:58:00 GMT -5
Astrid picked up the next quill on the display and made a small heart on the blank piece of parchment in front of her, waiting for the ink to dry as she compared the pink to the green, then to the purple, the blue, and so on. She felt like she had tried every ink in the store, and she was no closer to making a decision. Sure, most students went with black, but Astrid wanted to make a statement. It was hard being the only Black girl- she had so many people to impress, and when there was nothing all that impressing about her to begin with, she needed something else. Fancy colored ink would be memorable, certainly.
Astrid sighed and stepped back, closing her eyes from the bright colors that seemed to flash at her from every direction. She'd been in here what, an hour? Maybe she was giving this too much thought.
As she heard the door open, she turned around, opening her eyes. Maybe all she needed was a second opinion. She smoothed her pleated skirt and determined she was presentable in her black tank top and black ballet flats, with her hair held back by a shiny bow. She went to the boy that had just walked in and offered him what she hoped was a charming smile. "Excuse me. I was wondering... could you help me with something?"
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Post by Ronald Bilius Weasley on Aug 31, 2009 14:27:53 GMT -5
Ron had finally separated himself from his siblings and parents, all of which had been making the largest fuss over him beginning his first of seven years at Hogwarts. Not that he didn't like attention, but if he had to hear Fred and George call him "Ikkle Wonniekins" once more, Ron swore he would turn their broomsticks into pygmy puffs.
He wandered over to Scribulus' Ink shop with what was left of his pocket money. It wasn't much, but he was at least someplace he would not be looked for by his overbearing family. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, he squandered into the store. The chime of the bell attached to the door frame was perhaps the loudest noise in the entire place. It was unnervingly silent, with only the noise of the cashier speaking to the customer infront of him.
Ron fixed his attention upon the sets of invisible and color changing inks on the table to his left. Not even an entire minute had gone by till his attention was averted to a voice emerging from nearby.
"Excuse me. I was wondering... could you help me with something?"
Ron furrowed his brow, turning his mop of a head toward where he thought the voice was coming from. He adjusted his gaze on a raven haired girl who was probably not any older than himself. He smiled his goofy grin and messed with his fiery red hair.
"Um... y-yea. S-s-sure."
Crap, he thought to himself. Ron was not good around girls. Especially pretty ones. He normally made an ass of himself, or studdered, as he was now.
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Aug 31, 2009 14:37:29 GMT -5
Astrid gave him an encouraging grin, her face lighting up when he agreed to help her. Maybe there was a hope for her future: it seemed she just might have a touch of the Black charm, judging by the boy's stuttering. "Awesome, thanks!" She chirped, leading him over to the inks she had been testing. "I'm trying to decide between all of these-" She waved her hand absently over the different ink marks on the parchment. It seemed as if there really was one of every ink in the shop. "I'd just like to give my papers personality, you know? Black is so overrated." Astrid sighed, frowning when she noticed she had a mark of the red ink on her hand. Drat.
"I'm sort of fond of the pink, but I think I might not be taken seriously. So... I need a second opinion.' Her smile this time was more shy. "I'm sorry, I must sound incredibly OCD. It's just, this is my first year at Hogwarts and I have a bit of a, uh, reputation to live up to."
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Post by Ronald Bilius Weasley on Aug 31, 2009 22:03:25 GMT -5
Ron scanned his eyes over the colors she was showing him. The miriad of colors flashed before his eyes. Pinks (he shuddered), Blues (his favorite), and Purples. He looked back up at the girl and shook off his embarrassing smile. "Sorry, I tend to stutter when meeting new people. Its a bad habit"
"I'm sort of fond of the pink, but I think I might not be taken seriously. So... I need a second opinion. I'm sorry, I must sound incredibly OCD. It's just, this is my first year at Hogwarts and I have a bit of a, uh, reputation to live up to."
"Hahaha, its ok." He combed his hand through his hair. He picked up a quill and tested the purples and lighter blues. "Well, personally, I really dont like pink. I would say go with either a purple or even the color changing ones. If you really want get the pink and use it on your own stuff instead of your work. I hear Professor Snape is a hardass from what my brothers say."
Ron smiled, "So you said you were a first year? I'm starting this year too. I'm Ron, Ron Weasley. How about you?"
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Aug 31, 2009 22:10:35 GMT -5
Astrid grinned and shook his comment off. "Don't worry about it. I tend to talk people to death when I first meet them. My parents say it's because my brothers always outtalk me at home, so I jump on the first oppurtunity to say something." She shrugged, making a face jokingly.
She nodded slowly, thinking about what he said. It made sense- the blues and purples were nice, and not nearly as girly as the pink. More personal, yet still professional. A nice balance. "Thanks." She said genuinely, comparing the blues and purples and then picking up a bottle of cerulean. "You just saved me hours of indecision."
"Astrid Black. It's a pleasure to meet you." She grinned sweetly, tilting her head so she could look up at the much taller boy. "What house are you hoping for?"
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Post by Ronald Bilius Weasley on Sept 1, 2009 22:36:10 GMT -5
Ron chuckled, "It's not a problem, glad I could help." He picked up a quill from the table infront of them and drew a lion best he could. Sadly, it came out looking more like a blob with wiskers rather than a ferocious feline. Ron shrugged and tore up his pathetic attempt. Apparently he lacked talent in drawing too. He sighed.
"Well, my family has been sorted into Gryffindor since before Grindewald came around... so i guess its practically destined that I'm going there too. I'm the sixth of seven kids, all Gryffindors so far." Ron stopped himself. "Not that I don't want to be a Gryffindor, I really do."
Ron looked down to the ground. He was rambling, and probably bothering Astrid to no end. "Um... so how about you?" He knew about the Black family through both parents. If he remembered correctly, his parents were a few years above the Blacks. Wait... wasn't one of the Black's the one that Fred and George idolized...
"Astrid, um... are you in any way related to a S... S.... Steven?... no thats not right... Oh Sirius? Sirius Black?"
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Post by Astrid Lorelei Black on Sept 3, 2009 12:30:34 GMT -5
"You just don't want to be exactly like the rest of your family. Tell me about it." Astrid said quietly, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the inkstand. "I'm pretty sure I'll be in Gryffindor, too, but it's not as certain as your family. Dad and Jared were in Gryffindor, but mum was a Hufflepuff, and Jay somehow ended up in Ravenclaw."
Contrary to Ron's thoughts, however, Astrid wasn't bothered by him. It was nice to meet someone who shared her exasperation at simply being "another Black," as opposed to an individual. People usually thought she was being ridiculous when she went on one of her rants about hating how she had a reputation to live up to. Astrid just wanted to be herself, plain and simple.
She looked up when he said her name, blinking slightly. She made only the tiniest of faces when he said the name "Sirius Black" (how many times was that going to follow her in her lifetime?). "Yeah." She said quietly, biting her lip slightly. "He's my dad."
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