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[fletcher cameron warrick]

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slipping away quietly from the quidditch pitch, fletcher slowly made the walk back towards the castle. he nearly ran into some overly enthusiastic students sprinting towards the game, apparently late from who really knew what. "it's not worth it, super boring," he half mumbled and half grumbled towards the passing students who merely shot him a confused glance and kept on their way. probably second or third years, the rush of the game had yet to wear off on them. kicking a pebble wedged beneath his shoe, fletcher continued walking.

when he was a third year, and he'd considered trying out for the quidditch team. the whole game looked so fascinating and thrilling, everything which fletcher lived for it seemed. he'd even gone out a few extra times after his classes with his broom just to practice his flying skills. but of course, he just had to get sick on the day of try outs and missed his opportunity. after that his motivation to try out in the future all but disappeared and his interest in the game slowly started to decrease. the bigger games, such as the world cup were far more intense and exciting. he'd been to one last year with his uncle and while he'd cheered on one of the teams, his silly uncle had only sat there looking as bored as possible. while fletcher would never admit to having attributes similar to his uncle, there were definitely a few.

fletcher stopped at the sight of a familiar blonde a little ways away. a smirk etched itself on his face and he considered simply passing by and saving himself from the usual disruption the girl seemed to always cause when around him. but, he was bored anyway and she was always a good source of fun. plus he couldn't really deny it, he had a sort of thing for her which he'd yet to have with anyone else. this was rather problematic though, since as soon as he felt like he was making some good advances with her, she disappeared. he'd call it a taming of the shrew scenario, but that would imply she was wild and perhaps crazy. she really wasn't any of those things, except perhaps a little bit wild.

making his way over to her quietly, fletcher slid an arm around the blonde and lifted an eyebrow, "hey there beautiful." she was better than this, he knew. but he liked to have a little fun anyway.[/div][/style]

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Elizabeth was going through a boring stage in her life, or in reality, her day. There wasn't any drama occurring and she hasn't found any new gossip scavenging around the castle. It was making her days seems longer than usual. One thing about Elizabeth is that she loved the game. She loved hearing the gossip, passing the gossip, and finally seeing the outcome. Sometimes the outcome always came out depressing with someone crying or changing, but she found them to be weak. Words are only words. It's not like they're threatening to kill you with a knife at your back.

She was sitting on a wooden bench by her lonesome reading a book that she had acquired from the library. It was a book that was recommended by her potions professor. It was a story about an alchemist and his attempts at solving an investigation using arcana liquid rather than auroras. It was quite fascinating and very enlightening. Although it was heading towards an exciting scene, the book was feeling dreadfully slow. She knew that it was her day that was affecting her mind, but gave in and put the book down. She looked around, but still nothing.

Crossing her arms, and gave out a heavy sigh, only to realize that an arm had hunched around her shoulders and the voice of none other than Fletcher Warrick was by her side. Other than gossip, she was obsessed over Warrick. She found him extremely attractive and witty, plus him being a Slytherin was a complete plus! But of course, she wasn't going to show him her affectionate side just yet. She was more of a traditional girl. One that had the man make the first moves before she did anything in return.

"Well if it isn't the charming Fletcher to save my day!" she said, keeping his arm around her shoulders. "There hasn't been any excitement today. Everyone's acting normal and there's no new gossip to get myself tangled into! What am I going to do?!" she asked, dramatically pulling her head back with her hand over her forehead. Her blonde hair had gone with the wind for a split second until it changed directions and smacked right into her face. "Oh dear..." she said, feeling embarrassed. Great... There goes the famous dramatic pose. Can't believe I failed it... In front of him! She tried to get as much of her hair out of her face as she could.

OOC: No worries. I thought it was fine. ^-^ Let me know if you like my character thus far and in the future. For she is created for your plot and I want to make sure that she's up to your standards! (: Yay! I'm excited. ^-^