|
|
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 11, 2008 14:51:33 GMT -5
Sara, a lively young woman walked down the corridor at Hogwarts. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and she had free time between classes. Since it was a nice day out she decided to go outside on the grounds and play around, maybe climb a few trees. The hallways had a few other students but most of them were in class. Sara didn't like to be around allot of people at once but she always warmed up to people quickly. She wasn't the shy type.
As she walked out the oak doors the sunlight glistened off her wavy blonde hair. A large smile came across her face for the warmth of the sun gave a comfortable feeling. She loved to be outdoors, of course growing up on a large land at home. She had all the space to play. But the only thing she lacked was someone to talk to. Of course she had friends but they were either in class or out doing something else. But being alone never stopped her from enjoying herself.
She never did like to be alone but sometimes she couldn't help that. But there was an advantage to that too. If she got in trouble, none of her friends got the blame. She didn't like getting her friends in trouble. Plus that means less weight on her to try to keep her friends safe. She is really protective.
She walked over to a nearby tree and started to climb it, getting up to the first branch. She pulled herself up and sat down comfortably, holding onto the branch for support. She looked around on the grounds, watching as people walked by.
|
|
|
|
Post by darkangel on Apr 11, 2008 15:14:21 GMT -5
Albus walked along the school, trying to decide what to do. He did have a class to go to, but he had decided to skip it. They weren't going to learn anything intresting anyways. It was unusual that there weren't any adults around. Not that he was complaining about it. It just always made skipping alot more fun when there were teachers wandering around and you had a chance of being caught.
He opened the doors in the Entrance hall and went outside, in the courtyards, just in time to see a blonde head climb a tree. he recognized her. It was Cromwell. She was in his house and his year. They weren't close friends, just regular friends. "What are you doing up there, Sara?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 11, 2008 15:21:58 GMT -5
Just as she reached the top and settled herself on the large branch she looked down to only notice Albus. She knew him from Rusty when they were younger. Rusty and him use to be best friends until their families started a rivalry. Rusty was heartbroken and Sara had no way of fixing it. She knew Albus couldn't help it though. But she did think his older brother was hott. But who didn't.
A smirk came to her face as she replied "Skipping again arn't you?" Her American accent clearly came through. "What I do best...or well atleast one of the things I do best." she replied. Her feet dangled from the branch as she spoke.
|
|
|
|
Post by darkangel on Apr 11, 2008 15:55:43 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm skipping again," he said, shrugging. "So what? We're not going to learn anything important anyways." He grinned at her. "Don't you go all Prefect on me now." He paused, looking around. "So what prank are you planning this time? Need any help with it?" Albus was all for prank pulling. He loved it. One of his favorite things to do. "Who are you going to pull it on anyways? Nobody's seems to be around."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 11, 2008 16:03:12 GMT -5
A laugh came from Sara's smooth lips. She could always read him. He was always skipping. And pulling pranks. That was the only thing they had in common and the only reason why they stand eachother. They are friends just not close friends like her and Rusty are. But he's always good for a good prank. Some of the pranks she did were his ideas. "Yeah well it's my job. Your just lucky I like you." she said, turning around and slowly lowering herself down to the ground. She wasn't that high up. Once she was situated on the ground she dusted off her skirt and fixed her robes, straightening the Prefect's badge. Placing her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrow she replied "And what makes you think I'm planning something? And even if I was why should I tell you?" she said with a smirk.
|
|
|
|
Post by darkangel on Apr 14, 2008 16:44:32 GMT -5
"Because you are always planning something," Al said, smiling. "You're like me." He didn't really care if she did tell him. He would find out and he would top it. He was always thinking of bigger and better pranks to pull. "Don't tell me, then," Al said. "I don't care. But I will find out eventually." he gave her an evil grin. "And I will top it. I really do not think you can out prank me." In fact, Al was sure of it. He would never be outpranked by anyone. Fred and George Weasley were the greatest pranksters in his father's time and he was the greatest pranksters in this time.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 15, 2008 20:10:02 GMT -5
A sudden laugh shot from her mouth. He was joking right? She crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke "Yeah right. You havn't been able to out match me yet." she said. They had always been fighting against eachother on who is the best prankster. But when they do get together on a good prank they do make a good team. "Well, if you really wanna know what I'm planning you gotta join me. I wouldn't be able to do it alone." she said, walking over next to him and placing her hand on his shoulder. If they teamed up it would be one of their greatest pranks.
|
|
|
|
Post by darkangel on Apr 15, 2008 22:36:02 GMT -5
Al was glad she wanted his help. He knew this would be a great prank, especially with the two of them together. "So, what's the idea? I can't do anything, if I don't know what I'm doing." He would join without knowing what it is because he knew Sara always got good pranks. She was as good as he was, and he would admit, though not outloud, that she can be better than him at times.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 15, 2008 23:19:06 GMT -5
"You know. I'm thinking a certain Headmistress would love a little visit from a certain friend of mine." she said with a certain smirk that would make you think she was planning to take over the world. "A friend I like to call Mr. Pixie" she said as she raised her hand, her other one still rested on his shoulder, and a small blue sparkle appeared. Slowly but clearly a tall glass jar appeared with a small blue pixie, screaming and banging against the glass. "These nasty things will teach her a lesson to take house points away." she said. She looked up at Albus with a mischevious grin. She had hoped he agreed to the little prank for it was the only one she could come up with.
|
|
|
|
Post by darkangel on Apr 16, 2008 21:53:53 GMT -5
Al stared at her when she said mentioned the headmistress and he grinned. "Ah, that's perfect! That would really drive her crazy." Albus imagined the look on LeBeou's face when she saw the pixie. Annoyed, surprised. This was perhaps the best prank Sara had ever come up with. He was glad to be apart of it. "You're brilliant, Sara," he exclaimed. "Your best prank yet. LeBeou would not be expecting it at all."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 16, 2008 22:18:34 GMT -5
A wide smile came across her heart-shaped face. It was music to her ears to hear Albus admit that it was the best prank ever. A rush of confidence came over her. "Yeah. I know." she said as she made the pixie suddenly disapear. "Better save this for later." she took a step in front of him and put her hands on her hips. "Now we just have to find the perfect time. Thats where I need you. I need you to be your cute, sneaky self and find out her schedule. Think you can do that? Or are you a chicken?" she said, teasing him. She loved to play with his head. You could often find them calling eachother names, having a little duel, or wrestleing in their spare time. All over their little pranks. It was a friendly rivalry.
|
|
