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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Nov 27, 2008 1:10:11 GMT -5
Birdy was avoiding her homework. Not an unusual occurrence in the least. Normally, though, when she was slowly dragging her grade down the tubes she was spending her time at the quidditch pitch, practicing her hand-eye coordination or working out. If Birdy believed in karma she would be certain it was out to get her, because of course today it had to be windy out. She thought about braving it but all she could hear was Sterling's voice in her head, telling her to stop being such an idiot. Well, that and when she tried to go outside she spotted a tree break across the grounds from the force of the wind. It looked like she was going to have to stay inside.
Stay inside and do her homework? That's what she would tell Denise later. Really, she was heading for her other distraction. Actually, it was the whole quidditch team's distractions and it was owned by one of the nicest couples in the world. Dawson's parents. The Opaleye was sort of a refuge for the quidditch team. On any given day you could probably find at least one of them down there, drinking, doing homework, or just talking to Mr. and Mrs. West. Birdy was no exception and she was here a lot.
Dusting some soot off her shoulders, the lanky blonde stepped out of the fireplace and into the half-filled room. It wasn't dark out just yet, but the dinner rush had just ended. Dressed in her usual, boring clothes, her jeans, tank-top that never got to have any fun, and the zip up sweatshirt that always sat on top. Brushing a bit of hair out of her face she wandered up to the bar to order a pint before she headed over to a table. At least she brought her bag with her. She might think about getting some work done.
Leaning on the bar, she waited patiently for her drink.
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Post by Hadyn Jarvis on Nov 27, 2008 1:23:14 GMT -5
Hadyn had been at the inn for the dinner rush, tucked in a corner, doing his homework as best as he could between wooing women and downing drinks. Non-alcoholic, of course. He was saving the alcohol as a reward for actually finishing his work. Or, at least he was going to pretend that it was a reward for finishing his work, instead of just a little treat after he had given up for the night. He was really only doing his homework because it was the only thing for him to do that night. His friends had all been busy with girls or something, and it was too windy to play quidditch or just be outside in general. So he had packed up and hauled ass to the Opaleye, hoping someone would sit with him long enough to give him reason to put away his homework.
It hadn't really worked out, because the only people approaching Hadyn were the types of girls you flirted with, not the ones you asked to sit with you for dinner and certainly not the type that you put your homework away for. He couldn't justify it.
But then he saw Birdy. Who, definitely, was the type of girl you put your homework away for. She was, pretty much, the type of girl you threw your homework in the face of your professor and called him a git for assigning for. He stacked his books and stood up from his booth. "Hey, Birdy!" he called out, going to meet her at the bar.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Nov 27, 2008 1:32:40 GMT -5
Oh if Birdy could read minds, the things she would hear. Even if she did hear it she never would have believed it. Her? The kind of girl you called your Professor a git for? Not hardly. She couldn't remember the last time a guy was that willing to talk to her. She couldn't remember it because it had never happen. In all fairness, Birdy went to an all-girls school, but that didn't change the fact that she really wasn't very... well, girly. Her hair was shirt, for the most part, short enough to be teased about being a 'dyke' on many occasions. Her clothes didn't help much as they covered up what little figure she had that was left over from being horribly tall and skinny. She played sports with the guys, and after they finished playing, she hung out with them at the pub, completely blending in. Just about the only thing she had going for her, as far as she was concerned, was the French accent boys seemed to love. It would probably help if she stopped saying such ugly things, though.
Oh! And look, she just got the most un-sexy drink imaginable, a pint of beer.
She had just started digging in her pocket for her money when she heard her name behind her. If she had recognized the voice she probably would have turned bright red and tried to hide her face for the rest of eternity. Why, you ask? Haydn had never done anything to her. Well, he was cute and she was very, very close to him a couple of days ago and... he was so cute. She would just have to wait until he turned around to start her idiotic blushing.
"Haydn!"
His name was new to her and probably sounded silly in her accent. Since she had met him she had just called him Jarvis. He told her it was okay to use his first name, though, and this was the first time she had slipped up and used it.
As if on cue her cheeks started flushing a soft pink.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
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Post by Hadyn Jarvis on Nov 27, 2008 1:50:43 GMT -5
He wasn't sure that it was warm enough in there for her to be so red, and she hadn't been drinking yet. It had probably been the wind, he reasoned. His nose always got bright red in the wind. Her cheeks must have been what did the same for her. He didn't mind, though, because it made her look quite pretty. And Hadyn didn't mind pretty girls.
"Why don't you come on over and take a seat with me?" he said. He looked over at the bar, "'Ey, can I get a gin and tonic?" he called out. The bartender nodded. Hadyn hooked his arm with Birdy's. "I'm not takin' no for an answer," he told her as he led her to the booth.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Nov 27, 2008 2:16:45 GMT -5
Yeah, wind, that was it. Not the seriously hot guy who kept looking at her and talking to her and- what? Did he just say something?
Setting her money on the counter, Birdy barely had time to even register that he was asking her to sit with him when he hooked his arm through hers and started walking her off. She was just lucky she had held on to her drink. Cheeks flaring up a good deal more, she tried to stutter out her thoughts; her concerns about getting in his way, but nothing really came out the way she wanted it to. When had he gotten so hard for her to talk to?
"D-does your leg feel better?"
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Post by Hadyn Jarvis on Nov 29, 2008 0:59:28 GMT -5
She got a little redder and Hadyn was talented enough not to notice it. "Yeah, feels bully!" he said. He waited for her to sit down before taking his own seat again, and a waitress followed a moment later and dropped off his drink. "Thanks," he smiled at her for a brief moment before turning all of his attention back to Birdy. "'ow 'ave you been?"
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Nov 29, 2008 1:09:26 GMT -5
As he led her across the room, Birdy got some looks from across the room. Apparently those girls over there were pretty interested in Hadyn too. Of course, it would have been nice if they weren't looking her over, sizing her up, and inevitably deciding that she wasn't much of threat. She always thought it would be kind of cool to have girls being jealous of her. But when you go to an all girl's school in France where they're super pretty and smart and you're the really tall beater girl it's kind of hard.
She carefully carried her drink, afraid of spilling it all over herself and looking like an even bigger idiot. She sat down across from him, still stuck on the first thing he said.
"Bully?"
She needed to stop spending time with people who used weird slang she didn't understand.
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Post by Hadyn Jarvis on Nov 30, 2008 6:30:43 GMT -5
"'Bully' means good," he explained with a small chuckle. "My leg is good." He hadn't noticed the girls gawking at he and Birdy, which probably infuriated them even more. Good, he would have thought. If they were going to think anything negative about Birdy, they could just stuff it.
"And 'ow are... you?" he asked. "After bein' tackled by a shirtless member of your team, and all."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Nov 30, 2008 6:46:51 GMT -5
"Oh."
She kicked herself inside, cursing her lack of slang knowledge. Normally she would have just tried to assume and go on with her life, but when it came to times like this where it could have meant one thing or the other she had to ask. She really wished it hadn't been one of those times.
Blinking, she looked back up at him and brushed a bit of hair out of her face. It would fall back into her eye again in about half a second. It was just a nervous habit.
"Heh.. I am okay. It happens more often than you would think."
Did that sound bad? Absolutely. Couldn't he see that red colour flare back up onto her cheeks?
"I-I mean-! Because-! Qu-quidditch and-!"
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Post by Hadyn Jarvis on Dec 1, 2008 18:44:11 GMT -5
Hadyn laughed. "Birdy, it's all right. Not like I'm assumin' somethin' else," he said, sipping at his drink. "Though I wouldn't be surprised," he added. After all, she was quite pretty.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Dec 1, 2008 20:36:30 GMT -5
That was embarrassing. But then, that seemed to be how everything went with here. Either embarrassing or...tomboy-y. When it came to the guys she usually just acted like them, talking about Quidditch and guy things. She did it with the girls too which was why, she was pretty sure, she didn't have a ton of girl-friends. When it came to guys she liked, though, she really did mess things up a lot.
If her face wasn't red enough before, it probably just hit its threshold. This boy was off his rocker. Unable to even come up with a response, she simply sat and stared, blinking her big hazel eyes at him like he was crazy.
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