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Calvin Sharppe

    (08/01/2018 at 04:04)
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July 3rd, 1954
Lake Alexandria

He had been scouting. They had a whole week of "training" (another word for boring instruction he wouldn't be bothering with half the time- why did Litchfield talk as if he was aiming to put everyone to sleep?) but this would be the first week at camp where Calvin would be in charge of the grounds he stepped on. It would be the first week he would peruse the valleys and lakes for troublemakers and perhaps join them. It was the time he would be able to see if there were areas in the camp to rekindle the burnt out smolder that was currently his relationship.

Feet took him into the southern region of the camp where wetlands and lakes were found. He figured perhaps a nice swim would be a perfect date in the evening, when the stars were out and it wasn't so bloody hot and humid.

Eyes caught a figure sunbathing, catching a glimpse of the curvature that laid on the rock, sprawled recognizably like a mermaid on a cove's rock from last summer. He felt his heart drop, his mind already so familiarly acquainted with the person who occupied that space. It was a taunt and a warm invitation all at once and Calvin had half a mind to step forward when a taller and more rigid figure shadowed in front of his pleasant view. 'Alricsson' he scowled silently to himself. The pair were cut from the same cloth it seemed, the way their bodies opened up to each other flirtatiously. Was it even a surprise that Marina detested the two so vehemently? Calvin saw it now and felt a similar loathing but for quite different reasons.

A flash of reminder then when the sun's rays caught his eyes, seeping through the sunnies he wore. The hiccuping sobs from the brunette petite, a bitter taste in his mouth, wet hands from the tears spilled onto the floor. His bad morning breathe. He remembered just why he was here in the first place and instead of interrupting the little interaction unfolding in front of his eyes, Calvin turned around and backtracked. Perhaps Lake Alexandria was not the best place for romance.
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maybe i might get a little

Orion Alricsson

    (08/01/2018 at 15:33)
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Orion stared away for a moment, looking past his pretty blonde friend to notice a figure walking away in the distance. He only shrugged, quite unmemorably, and returned to his conversation. It was out of mind fast enough.



Sydney Town Hall
Lunch Time
Later That Week


"You're crazy," he said mockingly but sweetly at his girlfriend. "I haven't lost yet. It's not like we're going to get any worse."

They were talking about Quidditch, a usual topic of conversation for the couple. They defaulted to it when they needed to at least argue about something, though even their competitive sides did little to change their blissful tones.

The dining room was not as full yet, more people drifting in and gathering their trays to fill up with food. Orion's was stacked high, full enough for the both of them. Thankfully, Felicity had stopped her protests over him carrying their food by this point.

"I mean, maybe I can take it easy on you..." his voice trailed off at the usual point it did when he offered that jokingly, which would get the rise out of her he was searching for. Except, this time he hadn't done it on purpose. Or's brown eyes caught sight of another couple sitting together as if chained by the ankles. Their faces couldn't look more different than the approaching couples. As he walked past, he made eye contact with Calvin, shook his head, and laughed.

SLYTHERIN
don't tempt me

Calvin Sharppe

    (08/02/2018 at 15:31)
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“The lad’s feet was stuck there like glue and he had no idea that all he had to do was walk backward-” Calvin regaled to the shorter girl next to him one arm hooked loosely around her waist while the other flailed about for emphasis as he told his story. He was recounting the ever changing tales that accompanied being a counselor. Though he hated responsibility, he did like funny anecdotes which he undoubtedly shared with Rina and friends.

A carefree laugh almost escaped his lips, his loud mouthed voice on the cusp of exiting his mouth his when his eyes caught wind of Orion Alricsson already comfortably situated at a table with Felicity Wilding. What was it about the gilrs at Hogwarts that found pricks so attractive? From Cece to Felicity, Calvin didn’t understand it. The irony was lost to Calvin that perhaps Marina fell for the same trap, choosing to forgive and try to forget Calvin’s own missteps and failures as a boyfriend.

He couldn’t help it. He scowled. Jeremiah wasn’t the only person who left a bitter taste in his mouth after the final Quidditch match of the year. Orion had broken Gryffindor’s winning streak and took the cup for the snakes almost decisively. As if the man’s ego wasn’t big enough. Marina, by his side, almost seemed to growl with aggression at the sight of him. He’d even gone so far as to resort to outright theft with stealing Marina’s broomstick away from her. The two had already decided that she would get him back fair and square, steal back what was rightfully hers, but to stand idly by was not what the Gryffindor was used to.

His hand dropped down to his side as they got in line to grab their plates and shovel it full of food. His other hand squeezed hers just a little bit tighter as the snake rolled his head up in what he assumed was fake carefree laughter. It was all he could do to not walk right up to the arsehole and punch him in the face. He took his grumpiness out on his mash instead.



The Next Day
Snowy Mountains, Early Morning

He had gotten into the habit of going on early flights while Rina ran in the morning. He wasn’t a fan of moving one foot in front of the other without a concrete destination, but with the hilt of his broomstick, it didn’t matter how far he flew or where he was going. Flying, for him, was a way to unwind his brain and empty his conscious. Problems couldn’t touch him up here and if they tired, he’d fly higher.

Not many people found themselves awake at this hour. Most headed for the breakfast tables for a meal while others went for a swim. The pitch was mostly empty which is how Calvin liked it. Sometimes he wanted a flying partner, and the thought crossed his mind when he saw a figure walking down on the grass. However, it strangely made Calvin kick up his speed and circle around to the edge of the playing arena, approaching ever closer to the monstrous mountains that surrounded the field. The little figure was quickly forgotten as he curved his flightpath leftward and out of sight.


lush life giving me a rush

had one chance to make me blush second time is one too late




Orion Alricsson

    (08/07/2018 at 03:46)
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It was about time.

Orion had gotten right around the time Marina had, shadowing her movements until she left the cave to do whatever it was she did this early. He didn't care enough to find out. The snake just needed to know which direction she was headed before he bolted in the opposite one.

The mountain pass that served to wind towards the summer's Quidditch pitch took a while to get to. Even at his brisk pace, it was still a trek from his cabin. A journey meant to make a morning of, or an afternoon, he reckoned. But, this was worth it. There weren't many windows to find, only so many times he could know with certainty that Marina would not find herself where he was at, armed with her wand and the authority to use it.

After all, she did want what he was going to retrieve.

Arriving at the Quidditch pitch, Orion headed for the stands. When he got to the third row, he lifted the wooden board used to keep spectators' butts in place. In the hollow space between seat and floor, a familiar broomstick remained hidden where he had left it. He took a hold of it, the wooden finish easy to grip.

It would have been rude not to fly for a bit.

SLYTHERIN
don't tempt me

Calvin Sharppe

    (08/20/2018 at 20:55)
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The content feeling that he had didn’t last long. Calvin didn’t think that anyone really wanted to take brisk rounds on the pitch when the weather was usually so cool for the summer. He had thought himself alone but was always welcoming newcomers to the pitch. But when he turned his head to see who it was that had taken flight, the familiar curve of the broom that he had gotten to know over the last five years, it wasn’t Marina.

Edges of his lips curved downward, as he saw the determined face of Alricsson. Flying her broom.

The gall of the Slytherin to even be seen with it. Kicking up speed, Calvin turned and prepared to push the older boy off the broom and let him fall where he may, when the scolding look of Marina stopped him. Calvin knew his girlfriend wouldn’t want Calvin to get expelled from counselor and Hogwarts for the murder of someone as petty and little as Orion Alricsson.

His hands gripped the handle of his broom tightly, wringing the wood between his hands before finishing the turn and disappearing behind a mountain ledge. He hung in midair, the cold wind not yet stinging his face, letting the clouds and misty morning give him cover, lest Orion try to follow to give him grief. Eyes like a hawk, Calvin watched to see where the boy would go and where he stored the broom.
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Orion Alricsson

    (09/02/2018 at 16:21)
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Orion had to be honest when he commended the subtle differences between this broom and what one would expect from this series. The wood itself felt softer, sleeker. Millimeters sanded off to make the design fly that way without losing any of the potent magic that made brooms go.

He flew out longer than he had expected to. Staying in the lanes of flight, cutting shapes in the sky over the makeshift pitch. Orion swam through the hoops, brushed his feet just over the ground so his shoes sliced the top of the grass. By the time he stopped, hovering down to the same spot he had hidden this stolen broom, he had a layer of sweat over his arms and face.

His feet hit the creaking wood, arms dropping at his side with the broom clenched against the palm of his right hand before he lifted the board to hide it once more. Orion patted down the bench, his way of thanking it for securing his treasure. If this was a different time, he might need to find a remote island to stash this away.

For now, this would do.

SLYTHERIN
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Calvin Sharppe

    (09/04/2018 at 18:26)
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Stealth flying was difficult. The sky was an infinite boundless space and given that, Calvin assumed it would have been rather easy to fly back in the wide expanse and follow from a safe distance, using the cloud cover and light as a way to keep himself hidden. But the trouble with that was falling behind meant Calvin's view of Orion was also obstructed. Trailing behind whilst mimicking the movements and path of the broom's flight was not easy.

Beads of sweat ended up forming on Cal's forehead, his mind working on overdrive to try and predict where the Slytherin would go next. He dashed forward, and then turned in the opposite direction, disappearing behind the large mountainous rocks to prevent Alricsson from circling back and finding a follower. When he emerged out from under the fog, the boy was nowhere to be found. Calvin dove left and right, searching until he saw a small figure down below moving away from the stands empty handed.

Calvin managed to wait all of two minutes, just enough to have Orion disappear from view, before landing onto the grass and hustling over to the benches where he saw the snake leaving from. He lifted one of the boards where he was confident the broom was only to find cobwebs and dust mites. "WHAT?" Calvin cried unhappily, moving onto the next part of the bench and lifting the wooden cover. He did this along the entire row until every wooden plank seemed to be torn apart. It was a mess, and he had nothing to even show for it.

What was worse, each week, up until the last day of camp, Calvin would continue to search through the bleachers, lifting up a different row each time, at different times of the day and night, only to find the most disgusting things (Gum, it was almost always gum) but not a single trace of a broom. Long after he didn't have the comfort of his wand, after Marina Lamont stopped talking to him, Calvin persistent to no avail.

end.
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