Post by nathaniel bradshaw on Aug 30, 2010 13:02:35 GMT
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NATHANIEL ELIJAH BRADSHAW ,,
nate. seventeen. sixth former. straight. penn badgley.
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"hmm, i suppose i’ll tell you my likes and dislikes first, seems easiest. i really like alcohol and nicotine, sure i’m only seventeen but most kids do it right? i just feel more comfortable, more myself when under the influence, and i’m kinda ashamed to say that i kinda got into smoking and now can’t get out, it’s kinda difficult. i also really really like tea and coffee, i suppose i’m kinda typically english with the whole tea thing, and the coffee is understandable when you have to wake up early for school. the caffeine helps to get me out of bed in the mornings, otherwise i think i’d probably sleep through the entire school day. i love my crazily large family an immense amount, they’ve been with me through everything (which i’ll tell you more about later), and it’s just wonderful to have such a supportive loving family. mm, i have to say my true loves are art and painting. i just feel at home you know when i have a paint brush in my hand and a clean white sheet of paper in front of me, i love art a massive amount, and well, hopefully i can make some sort of career out of it if i try hard enough. sure it’s really difficult to make it big, but there’s really nothing else i’d rather do. well, i’ve told you what i like, now for what i dislike. well i really really hate having dyslexia, i mean because of it i feel rubbish at school work, which is why i turned to the art in the first place. hand in hand with it, i really really don’t like reading or writing, i’m just slow, and it gets so difficult when all the letters seem to swim about on the page, and i just can’t be bothered to spend all that time trying to work it all out. i really don’t like dancing either, i’m not very co-ordinated and so i fall over my feet more often than not, just ending in me looking like an idiot, which is so not worth it. my major dislikes are being ill, injections and blood. you see when i was younger i had cancer (which i’ll definitely tell you more about later), and so i’m kind of fed up with the whole hospital scene, i mean it’s really really unfun, and i just don’t like it at all. i feel so ridiculous when i think about it, and it’s just something i wish had never happened to me.
now, you want to know about my personality? i mean that’s not going to be too difficult, i just don’t want to sound bigheaded at any point you know? that would be the worst. first, well i’ve told you about my dyslexia yeah in my dislikes, and well i’m really not clever in anyway what so ever. my parents will try and persuade you otherwise, saying something stupid like, he’s got a brain but he just doesn’t use it, but i disagree, school’s not something i’ve ever been particularly interested in, and sure i don’t try at all so i wouldn’t really know if there were subjects that i could be good at, but i don’t try purely because i don’t want to. i’m just not that interested, and so really i feel that i’m stupid, as do my teachers. but thinking of the dyslexia, it is quite difficult for me at times, and obviously i struggle a major amount with exams, i mean my gcses did not go well at all, soo, i think you could take my intelligence from that. what’s really embarrassing though, is that i have a stutter. i’ve always had it and it’s absolutely ridiculous, because it immediately makes people think i’m shy which i’m definitely not. it just really really annoys me. on the same lines as the intelligence thing, i like to think that i’m kinda creative, i mean i love art as i’ve already told you, and i like to think i’m quite good at it. i mean i’m a massive perfectionist with a big attention to detail. i can concentrate for hours just doing a tiny part of a painting, which means i perhaps sometimes fail to see the bigger picture, hardehar.
my parents have also told me that they think i’ve become kind of rebellious, and i have to say i do agree with them on that point. i guess since i had quite a quiet and protected upbringing i’ve tried to make these last few years make up for it all. i’m definitely really really loud, i don’t lack confidence at all which is why that stutter is so so ridiculous. i’m really really outspoken, i mean if i have a strong opinion about something or if i don’t agree with someone, i will not hesitate to make it known. i think my recent obsession with smoking and drinking has grown because i couldn’t really do anything exciting when i was younger, so i tend to go too far a lot of the time. it’s getting quite ridiculous, but i definitely rather enjoy it. i break the rules a lot of the time, i like being destructive and feeling out of control, because everything was so controlled when i was a kid i felt like i was in a bubble, i mean i didn’t even get to go to school. i just want to be normal, so i try too hard with all of this stuff. however, i do like to think that when it comes down to it i’m a good friend to people. i really like being sociable, and i’m definitely really chatty, and i mean if you told me a secret i’d definitely keep it, i hate those arses that tell everyones secrets, people like that should never be trusted at all. hopefully, i’m pretty trustworthy, and i like to think that i’m also pretty loyal and honest with all my friends, so yeah, i’m a good person at heart, probably just misunderstood if i had to try and explain myself?”
now, you want to know about my personality? i mean that’s not going to be too difficult, i just don’t want to sound bigheaded at any point you know? that would be the worst. first, well i’ve told you about my dyslexia yeah in my dislikes, and well i’m really not clever in anyway what so ever. my parents will try and persuade you otherwise, saying something stupid like, he’s got a brain but he just doesn’t use it, but i disagree, school’s not something i’ve ever been particularly interested in, and sure i don’t try at all so i wouldn’t really know if there were subjects that i could be good at, but i don’t try purely because i don’t want to. i’m just not that interested, and so really i feel that i’m stupid, as do my teachers. but thinking of the dyslexia, it is quite difficult for me at times, and obviously i struggle a major amount with exams, i mean my gcses did not go well at all, soo, i think you could take my intelligence from that. what’s really embarrassing though, is that i have a stutter. i’ve always had it and it’s absolutely ridiculous, because it immediately makes people think i’m shy which i’m definitely not. it just really really annoys me. on the same lines as the intelligence thing, i like to think that i’m kinda creative, i mean i love art as i’ve already told you, and i like to think i’m quite good at it. i mean i’m a massive perfectionist with a big attention to detail. i can concentrate for hours just doing a tiny part of a painting, which means i perhaps sometimes fail to see the bigger picture, hardehar.
my parents have also told me that they think i’ve become kind of rebellious, and i have to say i do agree with them on that point. i guess since i had quite a quiet and protected upbringing i’ve tried to make these last few years make up for it all. i’m definitely really really loud, i don’t lack confidence at all which is why that stutter is so so ridiculous. i’m really really outspoken, i mean if i have a strong opinion about something or if i don’t agree with someone, i will not hesitate to make it known. i think my recent obsession with smoking and drinking has grown because i couldn’t really do anything exciting when i was younger, so i tend to go too far a lot of the time. it’s getting quite ridiculous, but i definitely rather enjoy it. i break the rules a lot of the time, i like being destructive and feeling out of control, because everything was so controlled when i was a kid i felt like i was in a bubble, i mean i didn’t even get to go to school. i just want to be normal, so i try too hard with all of this stuff. however, i do like to think that when it comes down to it i’m a good friend to people. i really like being sociable, and i’m definitely really chatty, and i mean if you told me a secret i’d definitely keep it, i hate those arses that tell everyones secrets, people like that should never be trusted at all. hopefully, i’m pretty trustworthy, and i like to think that i’m also pretty loyal and honest with all my friends, so yeah, i’m a good person at heart, probably just misunderstood if i had to try and explain myself?”
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"i’m kinda from a really really big family, y’know? it’s scary sometimes thinking about how many of us there are, but we’re all really tight together. i love my family a massive amount. so basically start with my mum, anna elizabeth bradshaw. her maiden name was juniper, some sort of a tree, which we find funny because she kinda dresses like a tree sometimes, you know all browns and greens. she’s thirty eight, so she had me kinda young – she was twenty one if my maths is correct. she’s an author, but she doesn’t write anything cool, mostly guide books for the local area. and then my dad, jonathan xavier bradshaw. he’s kinda cool, bit scary sometimes, very big on us lot having good grades, so sometimes i guess i disappoint him a bit. he’s thirty nine, so only a year older than my mother, but they were childhood sweethearts so that kinda accounts for it. he’s a journalist, so into writing like my mother, but similarly he only writes for the local newspaper, so it’s not as if it’s anything really exciting. erm, well i guess i better tell you about my siblings then, be warned there’s a few, clearly my parents wanted a big family, they popped kids out every year basically. i’m gonna go in age order, so my twin first. he’s older than me by about ten minutes, but he’s still seventeen, so yeah, zachary alexander bradshaw is his full name, but he prefers to be called zach. he’s in sixth form like me, but he’s completely into music, whereas i prefer art. next was grace saskia bradshaw, who’s sixteen, so a year eleven, she’s pretty cool, the first girl of the family so she was a bit spoilt as a child. erm, then jacob robert bradshaw, he’s fifteen, and possibly the most irritating child ever. he annoyed me and zach majorly when we were children, it was difficult to see how we’d ever grow to like him as a brother, but he’s grown up a bit more now. then comes the second set of twins to finish off the family, sebastien arthur and alice rebecca bradshaw. these two are far more inseparable than me and zach, i mean we’re close but these two are like siamese twins basically. they’re fourteen, and both in year nine. they’re pretty awesome, until they start finishing each others sentences, then they just get annoying. yeah, so there’s six of us and my parents, mental.”
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"yeah, well i suppose i have lived in cornwall all my life. some would say that’s really boring, and my parents clearly don’t have enough excitement in their lives, true perhaps. but yeah i really love cornwall, it’s amazing. the beaches, and the atmosphere of the place make it so i really don’t actually want to move anywhere else.”
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"well i’ve heard the story of my parents meeting, and i’m pretty sure that’s where my history starts from haha. they met at school back in like year eleven or something, so the two of them were sixteen, and they immediately hit it off apparently, so they dated for that time. and apparently this continued after school, until aged nineteen, dad proposed to mum and she quite obviously accepted. it’s kinda cute that they’ve known each other so long, but also scary to me because i don’t want to think that i might meet my future partner at school, i feel too young. so yeah when she was twenty mum got pregnant for the first time of many, and found out pretty quickly that she was having twins. she was pretty excited apparently. and so when she was twenty one, me and zach were born. the only issue was that both of us were about a month premature, so she was absolutely terrified. zach came out first, clearly as the dominant twin, he was a much bigger baby than me. about ten minutes later i was born too, but i was absolutely tiny apparently, and also i stopped breathing for a little while. story of my life, i was even sick back then, how ridiculous. but clearly i survived because the nurses resuscitated me, and so my parents had their first set of twins.
the next few years passed fairly easily, kinda normal years really. me and zach were pretty awesome toddlers, we had a lot of fun. it was great because having a brother my age meant i was never short of a playmate and we always played games like knights and dragons, or football or anything really. during these years the rest of our siblings were born, first grace, then jacob and finally sebastien and alice. and by this time me and zach were three years old and we were at nursery learning how to read and write and being adorable as all cool kids were haha. basically, we had a very typical childhood. going to infant school at age four, having all of our siblings following in our footsteps, it was easy really. i loved primary school it was basically completely awesome, just painting and crap like that, just no hassle or bother at all. everything was normal back then, everything was normal really until i got into like year five. so i was like age nine and ten, and i guess me and zach had had typical childhoods, us being premature hadn’t been an issue, sure i’d had quite a few colds as a child, but that was nothing too difficult to deal with really, my parents hadn’t worried at all, because they thought it was all normal and i was okay.
but then, when i was nine, mum began to find bruises down my spine, and she began to worry massively, especially when they were still there after a few months. blue black bruises dotted the entirety of my spine, and she was absolutely terrified, i remember it pretty well, i couldn’t see them so i had no idea what she was going on about, but she dragged me down to the hospital then, and i made zach come along, back then we were close like sebastien and alice (we’re still close but we tend to do our own thing a lot more nowadays). basically the doctor did loads of tests, the worst being taking injections into my spinal fluid, and bone marrow samples. think of the most painful thing you have ever been through and then multiply it by a million and then you have what i went through. not fun. not fun at all. i felt horribly ill after this, and spent the time at home waiting for the results to come through from the doctors. i had no energy what so ever, and i just couldn’t do anything, i felt ridiculously upset not being able to go to school with all my siblings and have fun like them. and my parents began right then to get overly protective of me, always looking out for me. i suppose it was brilliant of them to do it all for me, but i felt like china, and i didn’t want to be like that i wanted to be a normal kid, but it didn’t seem like i would be allowed to did it. so yeah the doctor sent back the test results when they came through, and the news was bad as we assumed it would be from the state i had begun to be in. i had cancer, more specifically leukaemia. it wasn’t terminal they didn’t think, but it was definitely serious. i was ill on and off for ages. for a long time i got to stay at home, i mean i went into hospital for treatment all the time, chemo was the worst. i lost my hair, and i felt horrible, i couldn’t go out, i spent all of my time at home asleep, reading books or what not. i felt like i wasn’t a proper part of the family anymore. when i was about eleven, my parents started to get all angry with each other about the way i was being treated, and they separated then for a few months, before realising that tearing the family apart wasn’t going to help me get better.
when i was twelve, i started to get really really sick, i mean it’s not that i wasn’t sick already, but they started trying me out on some new chemo which i reacted really really badly to, and so they ended up having to take me into hospital, and i spent perhaps the next three years in and out of hospital, staying there for months at a time. that was probably the worst time of my life. hospitals are not fun, i mean being ill wasn’t fun, but it was okay when i was just at home, because i had everyone i loved around me, and i was in my own room, but the hospital was just unfriendly and a horrible environment to be in. eventually when i turned fifteen, they found some treatment that seemed to work really well, and thankfully my cancer went into remission. my parents wanted me to begin to take everything slowly and just do everything at my own pace, but i flipped at that, so ended up getting my own way, and i went back to school almost immediately, and was thrown into gcse work. i got terrible grades, i passed like two of the ones i took, one being art which i got an a star in, but the other being english with a c, it was pretty terrible, but i suppose it was easy to tell that would happen since i hadn’t really been at school since like year five. so yeah, that’s probably when i started smoking and drinking, perhaps not the most sensible of ideas, but i felt like it was the only way i could be normal again. i mean my hair was only just starting to grow back, and i felt like an invalid all the time, it was horrible.
now i’m at school in my a2 year, studying graphics, fine art and english lit, and pretty much loving being a normal teenager again. it feels ridiculously good to be treated normally at school again, even though pretty much everyone knows about my past and people worry when i get ill or what not, i just fear that the cancers gonna come back again and be terminal this time, i mean i think i’d rather kill myself than go through all that again really. "
the next few years passed fairly easily, kinda normal years really. me and zach were pretty awesome toddlers, we had a lot of fun. it was great because having a brother my age meant i was never short of a playmate and we always played games like knights and dragons, or football or anything really. during these years the rest of our siblings were born, first grace, then jacob and finally sebastien and alice. and by this time me and zach were three years old and we were at nursery learning how to read and write and being adorable as all cool kids were haha. basically, we had a very typical childhood. going to infant school at age four, having all of our siblings following in our footsteps, it was easy really. i loved primary school it was basically completely awesome, just painting and crap like that, just no hassle or bother at all. everything was normal back then, everything was normal really until i got into like year five. so i was like age nine and ten, and i guess me and zach had had typical childhoods, us being premature hadn’t been an issue, sure i’d had quite a few colds as a child, but that was nothing too difficult to deal with really, my parents hadn’t worried at all, because they thought it was all normal and i was okay.
but then, when i was nine, mum began to find bruises down my spine, and she began to worry massively, especially when they were still there after a few months. blue black bruises dotted the entirety of my spine, and she was absolutely terrified, i remember it pretty well, i couldn’t see them so i had no idea what she was going on about, but she dragged me down to the hospital then, and i made zach come along, back then we were close like sebastien and alice (we’re still close but we tend to do our own thing a lot more nowadays). basically the doctor did loads of tests, the worst being taking injections into my spinal fluid, and bone marrow samples. think of the most painful thing you have ever been through and then multiply it by a million and then you have what i went through. not fun. not fun at all. i felt horribly ill after this, and spent the time at home waiting for the results to come through from the doctors. i had no energy what so ever, and i just couldn’t do anything, i felt ridiculously upset not being able to go to school with all my siblings and have fun like them. and my parents began right then to get overly protective of me, always looking out for me. i suppose it was brilliant of them to do it all for me, but i felt like china, and i didn’t want to be like that i wanted to be a normal kid, but it didn’t seem like i would be allowed to did it. so yeah the doctor sent back the test results when they came through, and the news was bad as we assumed it would be from the state i had begun to be in. i had cancer, more specifically leukaemia. it wasn’t terminal they didn’t think, but it was definitely serious. i was ill on and off for ages. for a long time i got to stay at home, i mean i went into hospital for treatment all the time, chemo was the worst. i lost my hair, and i felt horrible, i couldn’t go out, i spent all of my time at home asleep, reading books or what not. i felt like i wasn’t a proper part of the family anymore. when i was about eleven, my parents started to get all angry with each other about the way i was being treated, and they separated then for a few months, before realising that tearing the family apart wasn’t going to help me get better.
when i was twelve, i started to get really really sick, i mean it’s not that i wasn’t sick already, but they started trying me out on some new chemo which i reacted really really badly to, and so they ended up having to take me into hospital, and i spent perhaps the next three years in and out of hospital, staying there for months at a time. that was probably the worst time of my life. hospitals are not fun, i mean being ill wasn’t fun, but it was okay when i was just at home, because i had everyone i loved around me, and i was in my own room, but the hospital was just unfriendly and a horrible environment to be in. eventually when i turned fifteen, they found some treatment that seemed to work really well, and thankfully my cancer went into remission. my parents wanted me to begin to take everything slowly and just do everything at my own pace, but i flipped at that, so ended up getting my own way, and i went back to school almost immediately, and was thrown into gcse work. i got terrible grades, i passed like two of the ones i took, one being art which i got an a star in, but the other being english with a c, it was pretty terrible, but i suppose it was easy to tell that would happen since i hadn’t really been at school since like year five. so yeah, that’s probably when i started smoking and drinking, perhaps not the most sensible of ideas, but i felt like it was the only way i could be normal again. i mean my hair was only just starting to grow back, and i felt like an invalid all the time, it was horrible.
now i’m at school in my a2 year, studying graphics, fine art and english lit, and pretty much loving being a normal teenager again. it feels ridiculously good to be treated normally at school again, even though pretty much everyone knows about my past and people worry when i get ill or what not, i just fear that the cancers gonna come back again and be terminal this time, i mean i think i’d rather kill myself than go through all that again really. "
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so hey! i'm [vicky] and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [eighteen years].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [five] years.
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [eighteen years].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [five] years.
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fred had begun to get into his stride with sienna here. the butterflies in his stomach had disappeared, and he no longer felt nervous, because the charm that he was employing had taken over. it was a great feeling when he relaxed and focused simply on his flirting, because he felt completely carefree and sort of excited, like it was some sort of chase, which in effect flirting was. the best part to wooing girls, was the chasing because sure once you’d caught them it was fun, but all the anticipation, all the unexpected surprises just made it brilliant, similar to the sort of thrill seeking fun you got when playing pranks. fred was a daredevil at heart and he completely lived for adrenaline rushes, and this was what was beginning to come over him now. he’d begun to forget all about mel, and the affect her blonde hair, and the way she smelt had on him when he was with her, it was all about the beautiful blonde in front of him now. sienna was his focus, and boy was she a prize to win at the end of this wonderful game – it simply drove fred to charm even more, and he would desperately try to be dashing, and handsome, and just the perfect date. fred’s game was set, and his goal was to make sienna his girlfriend, what a thing that would be. it would put him on a par with his friends, goldfish and mav, who had or had had girlfriends of their own; goldfish with emeline, and mav with evie. the both girls to put it lightly were pretty, and so were fred to “win” sienna he could be on the same level. it wasn’t that it was necessarily a competition between the three, it was just that it was the sort of thing the guys seemed to look at, and considered fairly important, and fred had felt like he wasn’t really a part of that at the moment, because he was so hung up on mel to really think about any other girls. he was actually grateful to sienna for changing that, and diverting his attentions from something that was so completely impossible. mel was first and foremost and only his friend, and the red head knew it was going to have to stay that way.
fred considered the girl in front of him, he watched her blush and look down. she looked so demure to him, it was immensely cute. from the way she was acting, she seemed to be perhaps a little shy about the compliments that he was giving her? but to him that seemed a little confusing because she had been so confident and sure of herself when asking him out on a date in that note that she had sent. perhaps she just wasn’t a fan of compliments, anyway, fred completely thought the shyness was cute, and it brought quite a big grin to his face. he was actually ridiculously happy to be on this date, and it was fairly clear to see. “thanks.” he nodded, still grinning. she thought he was attractive?! fred was certainly pleased by that, because it sort of announced almost progress to him, and made it clear in his mind that there was definitely a chance that he could reach his goal, and have sienna as his girlfriend if he played the game right. not normally a self conscious boy, fred had found himself becoming a bit more so out with sienna purely because of how attractive she was, but he felt after the compliment a little more self assurance began to return. fred took a sip of the butterbeer, still grinning a bit like a over excited child on their birthday, and replied, “oh i’m certain that you’re the girl i wanted.” he almost winked like a corny tv sitcom, but realised that that might be a bit ridiculously overdone and held back the urge. “clumsy? i really can’t imagine that, you seem very graceful to me, save perhaps from when you bumped into me in the hallway, but you can walk into me, or knock me over anytime.” fred felt the charm coming easily to him, because very much all of what he was saying was true, the blonde girl had certainly seemed graceful when she’d walked into the pub, and she didn’t really seem the sort to see clumsy, but then again it was always fairly difficult to judge. fred was struggling not to stare at her as he spoke to her, he was almost transfixed watching her features. her blue eyes perfectly complemented her blonde curls, and her face was just beautiful, fred felt like he was beginning to look a bit odd, and forced himself to snap out of it and actually blink. god, she must have thought he was completely weird, he needed to concentrate on his charming image. that was what he was supposed to be. “well i’m not going to begrudge you of that opportunity, in fact i’d encourage it – but i’m definitely enough nice guys for you to meet, after me, i’m not sure you’ll want to meet any others, they’ll seem horrible in comparison.” with all the charm, and flirting he was trying to employ, it was getting difficult for him to not feel big headed and start to sound arrogant – he wanted to turn it on, but not so much that he ended up sounding like a right prat, it was a fine balance. “aww, that’s cute.” fred grinned at the girl, her laughter ringing in his ears, making him feel all warm and fuzzy. “but i must disagree with you there, sure i may be the nicest guy you’ll meet here in hogwarts, but i’m certainly not perfect, i think you might struggle if that’s what you’re looking for.” he laughed a little. perfect was difficult, and all a matter of one persons definition of perfect, because it differed immensely. see, fred’s idea was a girl who was gorgeous, good humoured, sporty, fun, and interesting, but someone else might want intelligence, and if that was what sienna was looking for, fred knew that she wouldn’t find it in him. he definitely had not inherited his mother’s brains.
“well, thank you very much.” fred smiled. he could have afforded to pay for the date, but he wasn’t really all that well off, the weasleys really had never been. his family weren’t in such a bad situation as he’d heard it had been when his father was growing up, but fred and roxanne had certainly never been spoilt as children – business was good for george, but it wasn’t that good that they could waste money on things, but fred had never minded, hand me downs were really fine, and he and james were around the same size so he’d always tried to borrow his stuff. the only thing he’d ever really minded about had been not being able to have a decent broom, but perhaps if he did decide to go into quidditch they’d pay for him to have one then. perhaps he’d pay for the second date, if there was one, if she was going to pay for this one. “well, we shall have to see about that.” he grinned rather dashingly. “but i’m sure i can make a special allowance for one in my very busy schedule.” fred was definitely lying about having a busy schedule, about all he had to do was quidditch practices and rehearsals with mav, goldfish and jaimee for their band – it wasn’t as if he wasted any of his precious time doing homework. fred felt a little bit of a blow as she said she was in slytherin, but assured himself there must be some ridiculous reason for it, after all she really didn’t seem like the slytherin type from what he’d learnt of her so far, there was none of that cruel cold heartedness, or that cunning that typically slytherins had. he was just going to have to make an exception from his ridiculous old fashioned rivalry for her. “mm, i agree it’s quite an easy place to get lost in, but the offer is definitely still there for me to show you round if you’d like? i can show you all the secret hiding places, and passages if you’d like? muggleborn eh? it does seem odd that you were placed in slytherin then, it’s not really normal for muggleborns to go into that house. it really must have something to do with your being from durmstrang, because really to me you do not seem at all like a slytherin, you’re far more like a gryffindor.” he smiled. he had heard that durmstrang were a little bit more into teaching the darker side of magic so that could account for her being in slytherin he supposed, well he hoped, because if she did start to display slytherin traits it wouldn’t be easy for him to get along with her. “hmm, i don’t know. where did you grow up? and do you have many family members? any siblings?” fred felt a little like he was prying but he was fairly interested, durmstrang students and foreign wizards fascinated him, he wanted to know whether they grew up in a different way, with the different culture affecting how the parents taught their kids. “in time? yes, i think i can allow that to happen.” fred grinned yet again, his cheek muscles were starting to ache with all this grinning, but he couldn’t help the subconscious reflex. “is there anything you want to know about me specifically? or should we just order something to eat?” fred leant forward a little, placing one hand on the table and clasping the butterbeer glass in the other as he took a sip of the frothy drink. he could literally talk for hours about himself, but he was sure that that really wouldn’t interest the girl in anyway what so ever, and from what she had said about getting to know him, she had implied something completely different, which fred was most definitely willing for.
fred considered the girl in front of him, he watched her blush and look down. she looked so demure to him, it was immensely cute. from the way she was acting, she seemed to be perhaps a little shy about the compliments that he was giving her? but to him that seemed a little confusing because she had been so confident and sure of herself when asking him out on a date in that note that she had sent. perhaps she just wasn’t a fan of compliments, anyway, fred completely thought the shyness was cute, and it brought quite a big grin to his face. he was actually ridiculously happy to be on this date, and it was fairly clear to see. “thanks.” he nodded, still grinning. she thought he was attractive?! fred was certainly pleased by that, because it sort of announced almost progress to him, and made it clear in his mind that there was definitely a chance that he could reach his goal, and have sienna as his girlfriend if he played the game right. not normally a self conscious boy, fred had found himself becoming a bit more so out with sienna purely because of how attractive she was, but he felt after the compliment a little more self assurance began to return. fred took a sip of the butterbeer, still grinning a bit like a over excited child on their birthday, and replied, “oh i’m certain that you’re the girl i wanted.” he almost winked like a corny tv sitcom, but realised that that might be a bit ridiculously overdone and held back the urge. “clumsy? i really can’t imagine that, you seem very graceful to me, save perhaps from when you bumped into me in the hallway, but you can walk into me, or knock me over anytime.” fred felt the charm coming easily to him, because very much all of what he was saying was true, the blonde girl had certainly seemed graceful when she’d walked into the pub, and she didn’t really seem the sort to see clumsy, but then again it was always fairly difficult to judge. fred was struggling not to stare at her as he spoke to her, he was almost transfixed watching her features. her blue eyes perfectly complemented her blonde curls, and her face was just beautiful, fred felt like he was beginning to look a bit odd, and forced himself to snap out of it and actually blink. god, she must have thought he was completely weird, he needed to concentrate on his charming image. that was what he was supposed to be. “well i’m not going to begrudge you of that opportunity, in fact i’d encourage it – but i’m definitely enough nice guys for you to meet, after me, i’m not sure you’ll want to meet any others, they’ll seem horrible in comparison.” with all the charm, and flirting he was trying to employ, it was getting difficult for him to not feel big headed and start to sound arrogant – he wanted to turn it on, but not so much that he ended up sounding like a right prat, it was a fine balance. “aww, that’s cute.” fred grinned at the girl, her laughter ringing in his ears, making him feel all warm and fuzzy. “but i must disagree with you there, sure i may be the nicest guy you’ll meet here in hogwarts, but i’m certainly not perfect, i think you might struggle if that’s what you’re looking for.” he laughed a little. perfect was difficult, and all a matter of one persons definition of perfect, because it differed immensely. see, fred’s idea was a girl who was gorgeous, good humoured, sporty, fun, and interesting, but someone else might want intelligence, and if that was what sienna was looking for, fred knew that she wouldn’t find it in him. he definitely had not inherited his mother’s brains.
“well, thank you very much.” fred smiled. he could have afforded to pay for the date, but he wasn’t really all that well off, the weasleys really had never been. his family weren’t in such a bad situation as he’d heard it had been when his father was growing up, but fred and roxanne had certainly never been spoilt as children – business was good for george, but it wasn’t that good that they could waste money on things, but fred had never minded, hand me downs were really fine, and he and james were around the same size so he’d always tried to borrow his stuff. the only thing he’d ever really minded about had been not being able to have a decent broom, but perhaps if he did decide to go into quidditch they’d pay for him to have one then. perhaps he’d pay for the second date, if there was one, if she was going to pay for this one. “well, we shall have to see about that.” he grinned rather dashingly. “but i’m sure i can make a special allowance for one in my very busy schedule.” fred was definitely lying about having a busy schedule, about all he had to do was quidditch practices and rehearsals with mav, goldfish and jaimee for their band – it wasn’t as if he wasted any of his precious time doing homework. fred felt a little bit of a blow as she said she was in slytherin, but assured himself there must be some ridiculous reason for it, after all she really didn’t seem like the slytherin type from what he’d learnt of her so far, there was none of that cruel cold heartedness, or that cunning that typically slytherins had. he was just going to have to make an exception from his ridiculous old fashioned rivalry for her. “mm, i agree it’s quite an easy place to get lost in, but the offer is definitely still there for me to show you round if you’d like? i can show you all the secret hiding places, and passages if you’d like? muggleborn eh? it does seem odd that you were placed in slytherin then, it’s not really normal for muggleborns to go into that house. it really must have something to do with your being from durmstrang, because really to me you do not seem at all like a slytherin, you’re far more like a gryffindor.” he smiled. he had heard that durmstrang were a little bit more into teaching the darker side of magic so that could account for her being in slytherin he supposed, well he hoped, because if she did start to display slytherin traits it wouldn’t be easy for him to get along with her. “hmm, i don’t know. where did you grow up? and do you have many family members? any siblings?” fred felt a little like he was prying but he was fairly interested, durmstrang students and foreign wizards fascinated him, he wanted to know whether they grew up in a different way, with the different culture affecting how the parents taught their kids. “in time? yes, i think i can allow that to happen.” fred grinned yet again, his cheek muscles were starting to ache with all this grinning, but he couldn’t help the subconscious reflex. “is there anything you want to know about me specifically? or should we just order something to eat?” fred leant forward a little, placing one hand on the table and clasping the butterbeer glass in the other as he took a sip of the frothy drink. he could literally talk for hours about himself, but he was sure that that really wouldn’t interest the girl in anyway what so ever, and from what she had said about getting to know him, she had implied something completely different, which fred was most definitely willing for.
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