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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 0:41:52 GMT -5
Austen loved the winter. The sparkling snow and the chill wind on his face inspired him in odd and mysterious way. Nothing was as refreshing as a walk in the snow that turned into a fun snowball fight with your friends and family. That was the real magic of the season. None of this crazy giving stuff, while that all was nice. The beautiful scenery was enough to account for all the glories of the season. It was this that brought Austen on a walk about the grounds on this lovely December day. So far, the walk had been quiet, uneventful, and even lonely. But it was only a matter of time before someone would come along and walk with him. Someone always ended up walking with Austen, despite how bitter the chill of winter hung in the air.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 0:51:45 GMT -5
Amy scrambled to pick up her papers as they fell from her hands onto the cold, soggy ground. Grumbling about how much she hated snow, she stuffed them back into her pack and shuffled down the way, kicking snow up as she went. She hated winter, it was cold, wet, and made her nose turn the shade of a cherry. As she grumbled she unintentionally bumped into something large and solid, sending her to the ground.
Sitting in the cold snow she sat in shock, still processing what just happened as the wet seeped into the bottom of her trousers.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 0:56:06 GMT -5
Austen gasped a little as Amy Malfoy ran into him and fell flat on her bum. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Miss Malfoy," Austen said, lending his hand to help her up. "I apologize, but I didn't see you coming, or else I would have stepped out of your way." Slowly, Austen eased Amy to her feet and offered her his cloak to cover her now wet bottom. "I dare say, it is a lovely winter's day. Wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:00:01 GMT -5
Amy stared at Austen, trying to remember where she knew him from. She couldn't remember anyone talking like that in all her living days, except in those odd muggle movies her mother watched on occasion. She gasped, maybe he was a muggle! How odd! What would he be doing out here?! But then, she thought, he knew her name, so he must not be a muggle. "I hate snow, who are you?" She blurted, mentally slapping herself afterward.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 1:06:30 GMT -5
Austen chuckled a little to himself at her reply. "I am Mr. Austen Weasley," he replied, smiling. "Your mum and my dad are friends. We probably met about a hundred times when we were babies. Care to join me in my afternoon walk around the grounds? If you are a little cold, I could understand that. The weather is far from mild, but how I adore the sparkling snow on the ground and the red that fills ones cheeks in the bitter cold of winter." Smiling, Austen offered Amy his arm, inviting her to walk with him.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:10:14 GMT -5
Amy didn't remember ever meeting anyone so proper in the Weasley household. She stared at him, trying to decide whether to trust him or not. She hesitated for a moment before taking his arm. As they started walking she stared at the ground, unsure of how to act with such a gentlemanly male escorting her down a snow covered path. Glancing up at him she said, "My cheeks don't get red, just my nose in this...bitter cold." She tried using his term, it seemed fitting in the current weather.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 9, 2009 1:13:18 GMT -5
(ooc: HE'S SUCH A JANE AUSTEN HERO! I love it! xDD)
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:17:07 GMT -5
(ooc: KARA GO POST IN OUR THREAD!!! lol)
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 1:21:13 GMT -5
(ooc: I know. I love him. He's almost better than Erik.... Maybe he is...)
Austen smiled at Amy and patted her hand gently. "That's quite alright, fair lady. I assure you, it does your good looks no injustice." With that, Austen gave her hand a small squeeze. Nothing have Austen more pleasure than flirting with pretty girls, and Amy Malfoy was, in his opinion, a very pretty girl. In fact, he had recently considered courting her on a more serious level. Of course, he could make no such decision without first becoming better acquainted.
"If you don't mind me asking," Austen said, turning his head to look at Amy who was watching the ground intently, "what brings you out of doors this fine day?"
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:36:06 GMT -5
Amy's cheeks blushed as he complimented her looks. She didn't consider herself a 'fair lady' as he had said, she thought herself to be quite plain compared to other Malfoy females. Her looks took more after her mother's side in the plainness. His touch on her hand made her skin feel warm all over, taking off the chill of the winter air. Amy wondered if this was some kind of charm she hadn't learned yet, she made a mental note to learn it for future walks in the cold.
His question stumped her, she couldn't remember why she was out in the cold winter wonderland. Thinking a moment, she brushed her hair out of her face. "I was on my way back to the castle from Herbology." She said, remembering. "I was going to spend my free period tricking the house elves into giving me some hot cocoa." Amy added in a mutter.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 1:46:59 GMT -5
"A quite sensible occupation!" Austen boomed. "A little hot chocolate would do everyone a world of good on a day like this one. Perhaps you would not mind if we were to cut our stroll short and see what we can do about it?" Austen smiled down at Amy. He had always been glad that he had not inherited his father's red hair. He found red hair highly unattractive in males. He had always figured that his dark hair gave him a leg up over most of his cousins in the realm of courting. However, it became a little difficult to woo a lady in his way in today's society. He hoped that Amy could be an old fashioned romantic.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 1:57:18 GMT -5
Amy resisted the urge to giggle like a pathetic little girl at his use of language. She couldn't understand why she wanted to since she never giggled like that. Ever. Amy concluded that it was a side affect of his warming spell that was making her feel so giddy. His proposal sounded delightful and she couldn't wait to get out of the cold air and into the toasty interior of the castle's kitchen. She smiled up at him and nodded, "I would like that, I can't feel my toes anymore."
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 2:00:58 GMT -5
Austen frowned a little at this small revelation. If he could, he would have given her his socks, but as that would just cause them most more unpleasentness and increase their exposure to the unpleasent cold, he restrained. "Perhaps I could do you the pleasure of carrying you back to the castle?" he asked Amy kindly. "I imagine that may save your toes from the cold. At least a little."
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 2:06:22 GMT -5
(ooc: XD XD He's gonna give Amy an anurism. )
A blush exploded across Amy's face at the thought of being carried to the castle by this boy. Her reputation nagged at her, let a Weasley carry her to the castle where everyone could see? She didn't know how that would affect her social standing, or her friendship with Valorie. Glancing up at Austen she took into account the side affects of his spell that was still working it's charm on her, and her numb toes. Biting her lip she mumbled, embarrassed "I guess if you want to you can...otherwise I don't mind walking."
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 2:12:27 GMT -5
Austen smiled down at her sweetly. "I can do just about anything for a lady as fair as yourself," he told her sweetly. Then, graceful as anything, he picked her up. Amy was lighter than he had expected, and he carried her to the castle with ease, pausing a few feet off to let her down. "It would be a terrible thing to be seen carrying a lady in public. This is where we begin walking again. How are your toes?" Austen was a buzz of polite chatter once again as he offered Amy his arm once again.
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