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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 13, 2009 5:27:38 GMT -5
Lucan Jenkins had lived in the Wizarding town surrounding the University all his life. His parents were the couple who owned the towns only candy shop. Aptly named Jenkins after the family name. It had been given from son to son for the past few generations. Not that it really affected Lucan. He was the second son, so it wasn't his problem. His family wasn't rich, but they weren't poor either. They had enough money to live off of and then a little more. Enough for Lucan and his brother both to attend Puddlemere.
Not that he really cared too much about that. What did he need with college? When it came down to it if he needed to he could help run the shop. Drystan wouldn't turn him away. He had too much compassion for that.
And if he did Lucan was sure he could get a job somewhere. Maybe as an entertainer. After all not everyone could shift their features. Metamorphmagi were a very select group. Genetic mutations like that didn't happen every day. Someone would want it.
Future job aside, Lucan decided to take a bunch of weird classes. Anything that looked interesting or funny. Like this one. A defense class. All about what you need to know and expect. Enthralling, huh?
He made his way into the room, a few minutes early actually, and took a seat in the back. Hair a vibrant red color, one he liked above most, skin a pale shade making quite a contrast. Lucan wasn't completely positive anymore, but he was pretty sure this was what he really looked like. Or mostly. Certain features he'd kept so long he wasn't sure if he'd shifted them or not. It was just normal.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair, foot on the table, waiting for this class to start.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 13, 2009 5:46:17 GMT -5
( Top; Jeans) Emma was excited to be in college and beyond ecstatic that she was able to go at all. Back in Ireland her parents didn't always have a lot of money. It was safe to say she lived in a poorer part of the country. In school she had been so fascinated by plants, even when she was younger growing little flowers in the box in the kitchen window and she wanted so badly to go to college and study more. She wanted that to be her life. Of course, she knew they couldn't afford it. She still knew they couldn't afford it. Puddlemere University was all she could have asked for. She was a long way from home and she missed her parents but her dormmate was odd like her and she had just taken her first Herbology class of her college carreer. Professor Suzuki? So cool. The greenhouses? SO cool. She didn't want to leave, but of course she had other classes. Wearing her favourite patchwork coat and a pair of wide-leg jeans, Emma made her way into her defense class. She wasn't early and she wasn't late, though she did manage to already have a smudge of dirt on her cheek. First day. She stopped at the door, fiddling with a dread and glancing around. Did she really want to sit up front in a defense class? It wasn't her majour. She was only taking it because she had to... Oh! Forget the seat what was that plant on their Professor's desk? She wasted no time in dropping her bag and hurrying up to take a look.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 13, 2009 5:56:43 GMT -5
He started to space, still leaning back in his chair. He'd' had one class so far. A transfiguration class. He always found those to be a little silly. But whatever. It seemed a fun topic.
Class was going to start soon, right? He may as well- -
He quirked an eyebrow at the blonde girl up by the Professors desk. Apparently she found that plant to be absolutely riveting. It was...weird.
She was a cute girl, from what he could tell from the back of her head. Some dreads. Those weren't always good, but they looked cute on her. Odd.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 13, 2009 6:02:16 GMT -5
Emma loved her hair, but you know what she loved more? Plants. This one right here was actually really interesting. She wasn't sure exactly what it was but she knew it was of the magical world. Bag left next to the door, she leaned in to inspect it closer, gently moving a leaf to look at the underside.
"You're such a pretty little... what are you doing in here...?"
Yes, Emma did talk to plants. Screw. Even muggles did it.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 13, 2009 6:07:41 GMT -5
Plants weren't really a thing in Lucan's life. He ate them. They looked cool some times. But other than that he'd never thought too much of them. Aside from what he learned at Hogwarts. That wasn't too much.
He quirked an eyebrow watching her. Talking to a plant....it was cute in an off sort of way. She was an odd one, that was for sure.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 13, 2009 6:13:45 GMT -5
She didn't really notice anyone watching her, or wondering what she was doing. She normally didn't. No, she wasn't trying to be weird, it was just easy for her to get distracted, especially by something like this. She liked the little plant. It seemed happy, even in the strange classroom and it was things like this that always made her forget to check her surroundings.
Like when you're next to your new Professor's desk. And they just walked out and are standing next to you now. Watching you.
After a moment or two she heard someone very closeby, eyes traveling up to spot them. She blinked.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 14, 2009 0:28:00 GMT -5
Lucan watched a bit more, noticing much earlier than the girl just how not alone she was at that desk. Yes, there was a plant. And not too long later there was a professor. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit. It was funny. She just stood there, talking to the plant. Then she noticed the professor looking at her and just stood there. That was cute.
He wondered what she's do next. Stand there? Or say something. The plot thickens. Let's watch.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 14, 2009 0:37:55 GMT -5
She stood, half bent for a moment, staring up at him until she registered a little better and stood up. He cleared his throat.
"Um... sorry."
She figured sitting down was probably a good idea. ...wait. Her bag. She turned around and quickly picked it up before turning back to the seats. She scanned for an empty one.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 14, 2009 0:47:44 GMT -5
She spoke to him. There was a fifty fifty chance of it happening that way. Okay.
. . .And she was looking for a seat.
Lucan glanced over at the seat next to him. The one some guy was sitting in. . . .So what did he do? Grabbed the back of the seat, pulled it away from the table, tipped the guy out, shoved him to the side, and grinned.
"There's a seat over here."
What? He was some nerdy lookin' guy. Not even worth sitting next to.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 14, 2009 0:57:11 GMT -5
He was just lucky she didn't see that.
Blink. Shrug.
Walking over, she dropped her bag on the ground, not noticing the other boy getting up into the seat next to hers. She sat down, throwing him a quick glance.
"Thanks."
Where did she put her notebook..? Looking through her bag.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 14, 2009 1:09:14 GMT -5
What would she have done if she did? Be flattered he forsook another students well being for her? Or mad? Oh well.
He grinned.
"No problem."
After a moment or so of watching her, a slightly sour look on his face, he went to grab a book from his bag. She barely looked at him. What was that about? After a moment or so he wiped the look off his face and cleared his throat.
"I'm Lucan Jenkins."
It never hurt to be forward. Which luckily he was.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 14, 2009 1:14:30 GMT -5
She probably wouldn't have liked it. Violence? Not so okay. Emma really believed in respecting everything. Yes, she still ate meat but she respected what the animal went through and never wasted a single piece. She tried to be as polite as she could to everyone who deserved it. No, she wasn't so passive as to think someone who did something mean didn't deserve a punch to the face but she was pretty sure that boy didn't do anything.
Leaning back up after pulling out her notebook and quill, she blinked, glancing back over.
"Oh, um, Emma, Emma Gairden."
Note the very, very thick Irish accent.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 14, 2009 1:23:42 GMT -5
That was not violent. It was just physical. It's different. He didn't do anything but move him out of a seat. There was no malice behind it. He wasn't a malicious person. He was just an implusive person. It happened.
Noted.
"Nice to meet you, Emma."
And that was the most charming smile he could muster at the moment.
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Post by Emma Gairden on May 14, 2009 1:27:02 GMT -5
It was a very charming smile; very cute. She liked it. But, their professor was talking and she needed to start taking notes. Apparently day one was not for meeting everyone and getting comfy. She threw him a nod, still forgetting the snudge of dirt on her cheek.
"Yeah, you too." ' She dipped her quill and turned back to the front, listening intently.
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Post by Lucan Jenkins on May 14, 2009 1:32:39 GMT -5
That was it? Really? That was all he got after giving her a seat, his best smile, and charming words?
'Yeah, you too.'?
He couldn't help but stare at her for a minute or so. Before he registered he should probably be paying attention. School wasn't important but it helped you not get flack if you knew what was going on.
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