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(2/16/06 11:01 pm)
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Watch Out for the Corners (2.17.2006) ISO: Connor
Thud, thud, thud, thud. Blaire’s purple converse sneakers – a recommendation made by fellow Slytherin Fefe that Blaire unwilling, but due to the fact that stylish ‘witch sneakers’ were a rare find, accepted – hit the pavement in a comforting rhythm. But she’d rather it made no noise at all. The thudding only reminded her of the weight she continuously dragged along with her. And it didn’t necessarily have to do with her body. Her body was fine. Though she was urged to become thinner, she knew she was extending to a skinny state, and she didn’t want to look like a skeleton.
Rather, it was this burden she had thrown upon herself. A burden mixed with an array of emotion. There was the continuous mourning for her mother, the lies she repeatedly told and the snobby mask she wore to hide such weaknesses, and the fact that she had removed her mask to some Hufflepuff she hardly knew only just a week prior. As the stables in a far distance came in sight she imagined Ashton in her mind, laughing at her openness, and scowled at herself in return.
How foolish of her to reveal herself like that. He had been nice, true, and if it had to be someone she’d break down in front of, it would be someone like him. Someone who hardly knew her and was sensitive enough to have sympathy for the serpentine. And though her thoughts were tending to rear into a cruel manner (stupid, pathetic Hufflepuffs), deep in her heart laid that fact that she dearly appreciated Ashton’s company that day. Perhaps she could even consider him a friend. Well…as long as it was kept in secret.
But Blaire wanted to brush overwhelming thoughts like that aside, and clear her head in this moment of exercise. After-school jogs of hers had been a rare sight in these past, cold winter months, but with spring slowly awaking from its deep sleep, the sun started to ignite its presence more and more everyday, and a large majority of snow had made it’s seasonal disappearance.
In short black jogging shorts and a simple, gray, long-sleeved shirt, Blaire could still feel the slightly chilly air biting at her skin as she increased her speed, and the cheeks of her porcelain face glowed in a fair pink. No matter, she endured in sensation and increased her speed even more. Breaking a sweat was a much more pleasant way to release her emotion than shedding tears, and it gave her body a ideal shape in the process. Though, with the cool wind breathing against her, very few drops of sweat managed to break from underneath her skin, which was just another advantage of jogging this time of year.
She had managed to fully clear her mind of any thoughts and she took in deep breaths as she broke into a sprint. The loose ringlets of her hair flowed elegantly behind her, and it felt comforting, like she was in her mother’s arms again. She slowed down her speed again, so she was in a fast sort of jog, her long legs effortlessly carrying her across the grounds.
Her mood had changed, and she was feeling much better. Much more relaxed and mellow. More blissful and carefree. These sentiments were a nice change, and Blaire only hoped she could get them to last for a long period of time. Just a day, at the least. She hoped. But the fear of jinxing herself shooed away any other hopeful anticipations. As well, she didn’t want her mind to go into another thinking spree where she was questioning and concerning over all the issues she was having in her life like school, boys, prefect duties, and…well…emotional breakdown. She would just enjoy the moment she was having. Just concentrate on the moment, Blaire.
Opening her eyes, Blaire examined the scenery around her. Hogwarts was such a beautiful school, and although its memories could never compare to Beauxbatons, she felt its castle walls and foresty setting becoming a home. She wished she could just run as far as she could. Past the groundskeeper’s hut, past the Quidditch pitch, and all the way through the Forbidden Forest (ugg, not such a brilliant idea). But no matter how shaped Blaire felt she was becoming, she knew her legs could only take her so far, so eyeing the approaching stables, she decided on curving around the back of them, and turning her course back around towards the castle.
Jogging along side the stables planky, wooden walls, and in the midst of turning the forthcoming corner, Blaire was startled by a rather quick and powerful force, she was thrown back, and her derriere landed hard on the ground. For a moment, she thought she had ran into a pillar of some sort and was prepared to start mumbling furious threats to herself, but looking up from the spot where she propped herself up with her hands, a oh-so-familiar face that would have normally brought a wide smile to her face, brought, instead, her eyes to narrow in resentment.
Running into Connor was the last thing she needed. She looked into his deep gray eyes, the ones that would of, at any other time, heightened Blaire’s attraction to the older Slytherin, and instead caused her sneering façade to become even more evident. Blaire very much appeared to be one angry serpentine, but it wasn’t really because she was mad at Connor. Well, she was. But it was more the fact that she was upset. Leading up to the Valentine’s Ball, she had been so sure he had a crush on her. Then, when the good ol’ February the 14th came rolling along, Connor interests seem to drive him to be all over some Gryffindor girl. What was worse was that Blaire was starting to have a crush on him too, and through some time debating with herself between Jason and Connor, she had been ready to choose. But now, it had seemed Jason was the better, and Connor was just an ass.
Blaire had landed fairly rigidly on the ground, and the pain on her backside was beginning to strike, but it wasn’t too bad, and, anyway, the most important thing on her mind at the moment was getting as far away from Connor as she could. She didn’t even want to say a thing - not one sniping comment. Ignoring a person was the hardest strike she could send in such a situation, and right now, Blaire wanted Connor to know how pissed off she was.
Bitting down hard on her silence, Blaire looked hard at Connor again before lifting herself off the ground and storming away in a fast pace. She wasn’t running, however, but speedily walking. She was fuming at Connor, but she sort of hoped he would run and catch up with her to say something. That way, it would give her a chance to blow off his head.
Edited by: AmourDuMal at: 2/22/06 3:21 pm
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