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Kira van der Beeck

    (08/28/2016 at 03:24)
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There was a light breeze going through her hair as she slowly, but steadily made her way forward on the broom. The trees scattered around The Downs gave up their leaves to the wind as if autumn was already here, and felt them follow her like birds. Everything lay quiet and serene and timeless, spreading out towards the horizon as if nothing could ever interrupt it.

Kira was nothing if not stubborn. Her mum had told her several times, and though Kira wouldn't admit it, she supposed she could see the perks of making up your mind about something and sticking with it.

Xerxes hadn't gotten the better of her. Instead, she had decided to train more relentlessly, trying and failing and trying again. She'd tried flying over water, so that when she fell in, she'd have more reason not to fall in again. She'd tried flying in between the trees to make it more difficult for herself.

It annoyed her that she was still only learning.

Rising a little, she heard him before she saw him. Morose tones with a high-pitched twang greeted her as if they were only meant for her, and she peered curiously towards the mounds, seeing nothing.
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Jamie Duncan

    (08/28/2016 at 03:42)
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Squatted at the foot of a particularly large lonely oak was the boy who was oft more in trouble than out of it. A ornate bass harmonica kissed sweetly between his lips as he played. Unawares completely of any company. His eyes closed as he bobbed in tune with his sad summer lament.

It told the story of one with more feelings than expressed. With too many sorrows that were concealed in the occasional high happy note. Each fitting into the melody more perfectly than the last. A country twang to the blues song. It had been a song his brother had taught him. A song of the war bitten roads in France.

Such was his life. A blissful dance of songs and seasons. Often flitting from one scene to the next without any care. Unlike the woman practicing in the distance he had little need to practice Quidditch at this moment. His balance on a broom already a small folk legend in the house of Puff. 

When the song ended he stood, stretching his back against the wood behind him. Relaxed in the dewy summer day. His gaze squinting towards the solo trainee. His Scottish accent calling out. "You alright?!" perhaps he knew her, if not he wished to. But her hair caught his attention. Glowing like the afternoon setting sun.
Trading glances for a stare,
My silent words have never spoke so loud

Kira van der Beeck

    (08/28/2016 at 03:55)
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A part of her leaned into the dulcet tones. She could tell the longing from the tune as if it had been her own. For just a moment, she closed her eyes--and the world went topsy-turvy.

Bit by bit, she felt herself slipping sideways over the broomstick. It had happened before, and it would happen again; Kira simply let it. When she was finally hanging, head down, legs crossed over the broomstick, hair cascading down beneath her, the music stopped. It was the opposite of what she'd been hoping for, and she opened her eyes slightly, a disgruntled look passing across her features.

In front of her stood a boy, distorted by the world turned upside-down.

"You alright?" he asked, and Kira decided she liked his voice.

"Mhmm." Giving a brief nod, she let go with her hands and placed them on the ground, bringing the broom down with her legs. She'd learned how to do cartwheels last summer, and though the novelty of the skill had faded, she still did them any time she could find an excuse.

"Was that you?" she asked in her own, Northern dialect, peering at him curiously. "Playing before?"
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Jamie Duncan

    (08/28/2016 at 04:45)
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To answer her question he simply rose the harmonica. The casing of the instrument woven with gaelic patterns. Hand crafted by the looks of things. A valuable object, some of the corners however needed cleaning. A sign of use.

It was in her slide that he jumped to attention - Even upside down she were radiant. Someone he wished he had seen sooner. Moving to catch her before she had the opportunity to show off anything she had learned last summer. It was over the year he had become known for his 'sacrifice the game, to save the day' nature. Though, granted. Only a quidditch fan would know of his acts.

"Careful, lass." he cooed, pulling her into his chest before he set her down again. Laughing as he snatched up her broom. "Learnin' a new trick? are you? You'll need far stronger legs than that to hang upside down." he was skilled at the art of dodging questions himself. A smile still never leaving his face.

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Kira van der Beeck

    (08/28/2016 at 04:58)
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Stretching her arms, she felt herself fall into his embrace unwillingly. Surprised, she instinctively threw an arm around his neck; it seemed the proper thing to do, after all. When he finally set her down, she dusted herself off unnecessarily; she wasn't dirty.

"I was being careful," she huffed. "And it's not a 'new' trick."

Eyes straying to the harmonica, she reached out and took it in her hand. Her fingers brushed against his briefly, but her gaze was locked on the instrument as she fiddled with it, studying the carvings and the craftsmanship.

"What do these mean?" she asked softly, looking back up into his warm, brown eyes. She hadn't noticed before, but even when he wasn't smiling, his eyes were.
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Jamie Duncan

    (08/28/2016 at 05:27)
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It was like part of him had left when she struck out and took the harmonica from him. His smile faltering a moment in fear that maybe she would be as cruel as Lamia were - yet, she paused, running slender fingers over the designs.

"Tha' one." he pointed to an intricate knot. "Is about an everlasting destiny. Eternity. It means ll always find the one you're destined for." she seemed confident in this. Even if he were wrong the sentiment was beautiful.

He extended out his hand, not wanting to be parted from his instrument too long. It was best to get it back before she did do something Cadwallader would. "Your broom" he changed the subject. "It needs trimming, if you want better balance. Its too heavy at the bottom. Its why it was trembling in your pushes forward."
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Kira van der Beeck

    (08/28/2016 at 05:46)
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"The one you're destined for?" Kira didn't want to offend him, but the idea seemed ridiculous.

Her own mother, strong-willed and wise, had described her dad like a deep love that neither of them fought for, and Kira had grown up knowing that love was something that needed work. A fallible concept, like a clock going backwards when you tried to make it move forward.

She didn't believe in anything people gave the monikers 'one' and 'true'.

Instead, she silently handed back the harmonica when he reached for it. There was something in his movement--urgent and self-aware--that made her want to hesitate.

She didn't.

It might have been a gift.

"Your broom."

Kira looked at it, still in his hand.

"It's the camp's broom." A pause. "And it's been a while since I've been on a broom."

There was something else she would rather be talking about.

"Is it magical?" She inclined her head towards the harmonica. A single drop fell from the sky.
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Jamie Duncan

    (08/28/2016 at 05:59)
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"It's a camp broom" The girl explained, clearly not too taken by the subject. He could tell - he could always tell when there were people just trying to learn for learning sake.

"Well, it still needs work-" she danced around his subject even if he commented further on it. Her gaze drafted down to the harmonica.

"Is it magical?" she nodded towards his precious item, is fingers curling around it more defectively than before. His words vaugue.

"Probably to me, to you? No. Not really. It's just normal. It's.. rather importan' to me though." he tried to avoid saying something rude, to offend her in the moment. The wind catching her hair the perfect distraction.

Hopefully, his reputation would be enough of one to successfully change the subject. "Jamie. Jamie Duncan. Hufflepuff." he offered his one free hand for a shake, the proper thing to do. Though in it he seemed more the type to give hugs.
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Kira van der Beeck

    (08/28/2016 at 06:23)
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"It's.. rather importan' to me though." Nodding once, Kira decided that if he didn't want to tell her about it, he didn't have to. She'd never thought about it before, but there were certain things she wouldn't have told other people either--not that anyone asked those questions.

A hand flew to a couple of strands of her hair, tucking them dutifully behind her ear.

"Jamie. Jamie Duncan." Kira knew about him. They were in the same house, after all, and Jamie Duncan had a reputation. She wasn't sure it was true, but rarely smoke without a fire, her mum used to say. Looking at his outstretched hand as if it was full of promises she wasn't sure she wanted fulfilled, she thought he seemed to have something gluttonous about him, and Kira had learned that people with big appetites were rarely easily satisfied.

"Kira," she said plainly, taking his hand. It was warm, and she could feel his pulse through his thick skin. It wasn't often that children had calluses on their hands, but being old enough to shake hands, Kira had discovered she quite liked that about boys.

And girls, for that matter.

"I know who you are."

Kira had never really cared about reputations.
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Jamie Duncan

    (08/29/2016 at 07:16)
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"Hufflepuff is a small place." he added with an amused tone. His gaze settling on her face. Counting her freckles idly as they made short conversation. "Pleasure ta' meetcha, Kira." he rocked on his heels. Moving to take her hand to his lips for a charming kiss - all in fun and games.

It worried him. What did she know him for exacatly? being a slacker? probably. Punching Edmund? probably again. Or worse, getting in far too much trouble. Not all of those things were redeemable qualities in a boy. Especially when he were for some reason concerned of their opinion.


"Did you er.. Want some help flyin?" he motioned to the broom. "I'll elp. No fee." Most however, knew him from the quidditch pitch. Where he worked hard.
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Kira van der Beeck

    (08/29/2016 at 07:25)
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"Hufflepuff is a small place."

And he still hadn't known her name. Kira had to smile at that.

He moved her hand towards him, and for a second, she was afraid he might try to pull her over. Gluttony was about consummation and addiction she'd learned when she'd followed Marian to church, and Kira had absolutely no plans being either consumed or an addiction.

There were whispers and, more importantly, giggles following Duncan around the corridors of the castle. More interestingly, though, she'd seen him in the common room when he thought no one was looking. Jamie wasn't someone she knew what to do with, and the opposite seemed to be true the other way around; it made Kira nervous.

He offered his help, and Kira looked at the broom.

"What did you have in mind?"
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Jamie Duncan

    (09/02/2016 at 23:14)
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The skies were clearer on the mid-summer days. Even more so when there weas someone to blame. Still - Jamie couldn't prove that beauty caused good weather. It just happened to always work hand in hand.

"Well.." he began, after she had asked what they were doing. They could first work on her balance - to fix her overall stability. Or, trim the broom to fit her. It was at a universal standard now so that might land either of them in trouble.


"How about, we work on that balance then?"
he tapped the broom, shrugging. He wasn't one of the quidditch star players for nothing. "By the time we're done, you'll be able to fly wi'ou' holdin on."
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