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Post by eloisedevereaux on Mar 13, 2011 3:57:53 GMT 1
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Eloise got up that Saturday morning with complete intentions of doing her homework. She was always behind with her work, because she spent so much time trying to translate it all. She had been learning English before she moved to London, but not nearly enough, apparently. She still felt so childish, asking people to repeat sentences, or slow down, or just asking people if they spoke French as well. And then now that she was at Hogwarts, she was to be alone, away from her family, and in a place where everyone spoke so quickly and with slang as well. At least, the beauty of it, all of the spells were the same. So that save her in quite a few classes. Ellie got up out of her four poster bed and pulled on some casual clothes. She was going to avoid the Hogwarts uniform if at all possible. She pulled on a pair of denim trousers and a long sleeved shirt, that deep Beauxbaton blue color that she seemed to still have so much of. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun and a few strands stayed down by her face. She washed her face and pulled on a jumper over the shirt, a black on with a maroon and gold lion on the back of it, silk screened on. Got to have Gryffindor pride, right? She looked up at herself in the mirror and smiled. Her creamy complexion, her deep blue eyes, and white blonde hair that fell perfectly around her face, even when most of it was pulled back. She could see the charming sparkle in her eyes, something that separated herself from most girls: that half veela quality she possessed. She then headed down with her books and parchment.
She scanned around the room, hoping to recognize somebody. She was hoping that somebody from one of her classes would be around so that she could get some help, particularly in the muggle studies and transfiguration classes. Those were always the most difficult for her, except Care of Magical Creatures, but that was going to wait for another day. She needed it to be a day of success, not a day of fright. She then spotted the glasses and dark hair of a classmate of hers, James Potter. Hopefully he would be in a willing enough mood to help her out. She walked slowly over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
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Post by jsp on Mar 19, 2011 22:33:53 GMT 1
It was a rare thing for James Potter to be nose deep in school work. Normally he was off with his friends, working on today's latest prank. However.. sixth year.. he was actually trying, to do his school work. He wanted to become an Auror, and McGongall told him that he had to get all of his grades up or that would never happen. So Jame was nose deep in a Transfiguration essay, in the corner of the Gryffindor Common room, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. His hazel colored eyes to looked up.. he'd have gone off on how he was doing school work.. expect for.. he was taken back. By beauty.
Eloise Devereaux. The girl with the veela blood. James sat up a bit and pushed his glasses up with his finger. A soft smile came over his face at the sight of her. "Hello, Eloise, how are you today?" He questioned her. James felt a bit flustered, talking to her. At least he wasn't a stuttering bafoon when talking to her.. like some boys were. James had his head on his shoulders and managed to talk actually talk to her. However he still couldn't get his mind off how pretty she was.
A moment passed and he realized that he was staring, and it was in fact rude to stare. James shook his head, and turned his attention back to his essay. But suddenly it seemed as though that was not the most important thing in the room anymore. That had changed. It was no Eloise. So he put down his quill and waited for her to speak. He was in fact rather curious to as why she'd even want to associate with the likes of him at all.
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Post by eloisedevereaux on Apr 2, 2011 2:21:19 GMT 1
no words the tears won’t leave any room for more & it don’t hurt like anything [/color] U N C H A R T E D[/font] i’ve ever felt before this is no broken heart no familiar scars this territory goes- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/SIZE][/center]
Eloise watched as he turned around and pushed up his glasses, looking up at her, and smiling a bit as he did. She tended to get a reaction like this often. She used to blush, but she didn't as much anymore. "Hello, Eloise, how are you today?" She smiled back at him. She then plopped down next to him with her books and school supplies. Her messy bun bobbed as she did. Her bright blue eyes were now face to face with his. "Jamie Potter, yes?" She questioned, just to make sure. When she spoke his name, the J was softened and silky, like her angelic french voice usually was. She was pretty sure that the professor had called him that the other day. She knew that he was friends with the smart Remus and hoped that James was smart as well. "I see you een Transfiguracion class and you are friend wiz Remy. I need 'elp een zat class. Could you 'elp me?" She hoped that she was understandable enough with the English she had learned. It wasn't the language so much as the accent. Living in France for fourteen years will do that to you.
It was then that she realized that he was staring at her, not speaking. He had shaken his head to make it look like he had zoned out, but he had definitely been focusing on her. She bit her bottom lip. Maybe she had called him the wrong name. "You are Jamie Potter, yes?"
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Post by jsp on Apr 11, 2011 0:09:52 GMT 1
The French accent was simply amazing. James felt his heart be all overly flustered. It was a tad hard to understand. But he got the just of it. He shook his head and came out of his thoughts and spoke the only French word, other than I love you. "Oui I am Jamie Potter. Uhh sure, I could try and help you, with Transfigurations, the best I can... I am not doing all that well it has never been my best subject but I can do my best'" James gave her a charming smile.
It was rude to stare, he knew this, and yet.. he couldn't help but want to stare at her. It was the veela blood that ran through her. He'd heard around the school what she was. An for the most part he tried not to get this close to her.But she had actually came to him. Wanting help. He wasn't going to deny her. James had been raised that all wizarding blood was equal. Even the muggleborn's (like Lily) and the halfbreeds (like Remus and this girl) He shook his head again, and pushed his glasses up once more. Before returning his eyes back down to his parchment, where it was scribbled with his essay.
He jotted down a few more words. Before looking back up at Eloise. "What exactly in Transfiguration, do you need help with?" He questioned. James just wanted to make sure that it was something that he could even help her with. If not he'd have to ask Remy, he was going to try his hardest not to have to ask him to help with such things. After all Eloise had chosen to come to him not Remus Lupin. This made James feel special, and he was going to use this.
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