Elly Eriksson
October 26, 2006 4:12 PM
Letter from home & being clumsy (again) by Elly Eriksson
Elly was slouching over the table. One hand held the fork that she was using to absently poke at the macaroni cheese on her plate, the other hand, elbow resting on the table, supported her head as she re-read the letter she’d received from home.Dear Elly
I’m afraid I have some bad news. I haven’t been able to get any time off over the summer, like I’d planned. I think I can make it back for a couple of days in August, but we won’t be able to go to the beach, like we’d talked about. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How about we go away next year, just the two of us? Or you could bring a friend, if you like? You choose where you’d like to go and we’ll go there next summer.
I do have some good news – I’ve entered you in the North London under 16s hockey club, and they want you to play in the summer tournament. I hope you’re still in shape! Your mother has the details. Try not to kill each other, okay?
Good luck finishing your first year, and good luck with the tournament. Have a good summer, and I’ll see you in August.
Lots of love, Dad xxx
Her father had been away for nearly the whole summer before, but usually Elly could see him during the rest of the year. Going to boarding school meant that she saw her parents a lot less anyway, but she’d only seen her Dad for four days over Christmas. If this kept up, she’d be lucky to see him one week out of every year! Elly thought it was highly unfair that she couldn’t see her father all year, and had to spend the summer with her mother. That was just cruel.
Elly sighed as she lifted her head from her hand and reached for her juice. She didn’t judge it too well, however, and her elbow slipped off the edge of the table just as her glass was in her hand. She managed to keep hold of the vessel, but the juice emptied itself all over the table, and her Dad’s letter.
“Dammit!” Elly hissed, jumping up so juice didn’t dribble into her lap. She looked sheepishly at those she had been sitting with. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m really clumsy.” Well that was certainly true. If this kept up, by the time Elly finished Sonora she would have spilt juice over everyone in the school!
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Adam Whitney
October 26, 2006 5:31 PM
Nothing wrong with being clumsy by Adam Whitney
Adam had finally found enough strength to take a walk around the school. The weather was warm and decent with the sun shining down. He loved going to school in Arizona. The charms (which only a couple years earlier had given out) allowed for some of the best days Adam could have hoped for. This being one of them.He had had another attack only a few days prior that left him weak and in bed. He hated his heart and all the problems associated with it. He wished he was the one on the Quidditch team, flying and screaming, laughing and cheering. But, he couldn't. His Healer wouldn't let him until they could find the proper treatment for him.
After his light walk, Adam entered the Cascade Hall with a smile on his face. It had been awhile since he had some decent fresh air. He sat down at the Pecari table and helped himself to a plate of food. Despite his illness, his appetite was hardly ever affected. He was a growing 14 year old, he needed his nutrition.
Somehow, during his meal, juice was splashed into his meal and on the surrounding table. Adam blinked before jumping startled at the girl's movement from beside him. After a moment to figure out what had happened, Adam chuckled and pulled out his wand. He muttered the cleaning spell and watched in amusement as the juice was whiped away before he turned his attention to the girl, "Easy there, girly, no need to have a fit. A little juice never hurt anyone."\n\n
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Elly
October 30, 2006 4:42 PM
I'm glad you think so. by Elly
Elly’s apologies were interrupted as the boy she had been sitting next to (though not paying attention to, because she was so engrossed in her letter) waved his wand and cleared up all the juice. That was impressive. Elly would have to learn that spell, as she would certainly need it again in the future. Elly was still staring at where the juice had been just a moment ago when the boy turned to her.<“Easy there, girly, no need to have a fit. A little juice never hurt anyone,”> he said.
Elly blinked at him. “I wasn’t having a fit,” she said honestly. “I just didn’t want juice on me.” She smiled. “And don’t call me girly,” she added as an afterthought. Elly sat back down next to the boy, who was obviously an older student – Elly hadn’t seen him in any of her classes, but she was pretty sure she’d seen him in the common room, which would mean he was a Pecari, too. She turned to face him. “I’m Elly,” she introduced herself, smiling her less manic smile specially reserved for strangers who had the potential to become acquaintances or friends. “Thanks for cleaning up, by the way. Quick thinking.”
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