Friday Fun (Open)

[Martin Elliott]

Martin had finished the week with a lot of effort. Classes were quite hard on him. Luckily, he finished early on Friday, allowing him to take a long weekend. The moment he had escaped from his last class, he ducked out of the castle and headed to the waterfalls.

He hoped there wasn't anyone here. He was not feeling like looking at two teenagers make out. He felt it completely unnecessary. He ran through the falling water and came out soaking wet on the other side. Taking out his wand and using a simple drying charm, he returned to his less aquatic state.

Martin threw his bag on the cold rock floor of the cave and lay down. He stared at the flowing water for a few minutes until he saw a figure behind the water, becoming bigger and bigger.

[Madeline Serafine Henrie]

Today had been nice. She only had one class on Fridays and the teacher had been sick with some gross, red boil, puss leaking disease. So that meant she didn't have any classes that day. Which hopefully meant that she wouldn't have to be around any boys. She enyoed solditude. She was a bit of a loner, but it totally wasn't her fault. She tened to be generally disliked by females and just right out harrassed and stalked by boys. So she just preffered being alone than suffer though that. But of corse there were exceptions. There were boys that were oblivious to her veela beauty, they were just really rare. And some girls did like her for her and wern't jelous because of her veela beauty, she just didn't have the patience to look for them.

She had been outside on the grounds for the whole day and somehow she had ended up by the waterfall. She walked up the narrow path to it, she knew there was a lagoon in the cave behind it. It was one of the places she liked to hang out at. The lagoon had been charmed to be warm a long time ago and all around it grew plants that cralwed up into the ceiling of the cave. When she got close enough that she could feel the mist from the waterfall on her skin she drew out her wand and cast a protego charm to be able to walk through the waterfall dry. However she started to grow wings of fury when she noticed the boy that was already inside the cave.

Outfit: Click

[Martin Elliott]

Just as Martin was about to doze off, something caused the water to part, letting through a girl. Not just any girl. This was Madeline Henrie. Everybody knew about her. She was one of the most gorgeous veela girls in the school. Martin was too tired and emotionally worn out to act like most boys did when they saw her. It must've been hard to be stalked wherever you go.

Martin was about to open his mouth as she sprouted giant wings. "Wha!?" he screamed and fell off the rock he was sitting at. "I'm sorry," he said in a quivering voice. "Did you want to be alone? I'll leave," he finished and picked up his bag. He didn't want to be a nuisance. He Accidentally picked up his bag from the wrong side and let all his books fall out. Kneeling down to pick everything up and stuff it back in, he looked up at the girl. "I'm really sorry. I just didn't expect anyone to be here..." He hoped that she would calm down and see his apology as one out of genuine sorrow.

He scurried to the edge of the cave and readied himself to jump out, through the water again. "Nice to meet you," Martin said and bent his legs before the jump.

[Madeline Serafine Henrie]

Being a veela she had a really short fuse and got angry because of the smallest things. When veela are angry, however, they transform into something more like Harpies — their faces turn into cruel-beaked bird heads and long wings burst from their shoulders, and they can launch balls of fire from their hand. But luckily for the boy she wasn't really angry compared to what she could be. She was just aggitated and annoyed. Which had caused her to sprout her long black wings.

When she saw how terrified the boy was she felt a bit guilty. She tried to calm down but her wings wouldn't retract until she had been calm for a whole hour. Still, she had control over them so she lowered them behind his back. The boy was muttering in a foreign language and it took her a while to realise that it was english. She wasn't very good at the language but she knew some. But she was too shy about it to be able to utter something in it.

After he had picked up his books he headed for the waterfall and was about to jump out. She stepped infont of him. "Non" she claimed hurriedly. He had after all come here first so it made sense that he would be the one to stay. "I will be ze one to leave" she said in a thick french accent. She turned around and faced the waterfall. She could feel the cold air seeping in the gigantic hole the wings had ripped through her coat. She decided to fix it and put her wand in her mouth and took off her mittens and tucked them between her knees. She then took her scarf off and tucked it in with the mittens. Then she unbuttoned her jacket and attempted to pull it off but her feathers were stuck and it hurt too much. She turned around letting her scarf and mittens fall to the ground. "Will youz 'elp moi?" she asked him a bit embarrased and hoped he wouldn't do something stupid like replying with a pickup line.

Outfit: Click!

[Martin Elliott]

Just as Martin was about to jump, Madeline stepped in front of him. Non? Why not? "You don't have to leave," he said with a smile. "I could use some good company." His british accent contrasted heavily with her's but unfortunately his french would make her burst out in laughter. He retracted a bit and watched her struggle with her coat.

The moment she had asked him to help her, he sprung to life. "Of course," he replied hurriedly and stepped behind her. He looked at it for a few seconds and pulled out his wand. "Diffindo," he said softly, cutting just deep enough to sever the jacket in two. The jacket fell off of her wings and he caught it before it landed on the dirty stone floor. "Excuse moi..." he tried in extremely flawed french. He wanted to apologise for slicing up the jacket even more. "Reparo," he muttered with his wand pointed to the shards of material. It started weaving together again, forming a perfect garment of clothing.

"Uhm... bien?" he asked nervously. He folded up the coat and handed it back to her. "Tu est... cold?" he motioned. "I'm sorry. I can't speak french at all. Won't you be cold without your jacket?" he asked in his mothertongue. He blushed a bit at his inability to speak the school's language. It was true that he needed a translator for most classes, luckily most of the teachers were kind towards his ignorance.

[Madeline Serafine Henrie]

She turned around so he could help her get the jacket off. She winced when she heard the ripping sound of her beautiful white jacket. But giggled at his horrible attempts to speak her language. She turned around and spread them streaching her wings their full length, around four meters. She took the jacket when he handed it to her. She put it on a flat stone next to the wall. She then proceeded to place the mittens and scarf on top off the coat. When he asked if she wouldn't be cold she shook he head and drew out her wand. She then cast a hating charm on the waterfall and imedietly the room became warm and cozy. She took her hat off and put it with the other clothes she had. Then she ran her hand through her hair to make it smooth again. Then she moved to the small lagoon and sat down beside it and motioned for him to sit with her.

She brushed her hair behind her ear. She hugged her knees to her chest and touched the lagoon water with her other hand. She was a bit afraid to speak english to him. She rarely used the language but he seemed to be worse at french so it was down to her. "Why you not parle français?" she asked with a heavy french accent.

Usually she didn't even bother to sociolize with boys but maybe this one wasn't so... addicted to veela charm.

[Martin Elliott]

Martin's eyes grew as the girl's wings spread to their full size. He had no idea they could be that huge. He made a mental note to not piss her off any further. He didn't want the full wrath of a harpie upon him! He smiled politely as he took a seat next to her. The new warmth in the cave was certainly lovely. "Thanks," he said, referring to her magic. "Well, I'm not really french," he began and almost smacked himself on the forehead. Of course she knew he wasn't french! His british accent was thicker than custard! "I grew up in London, but wanted to come to school here. It never dawned on me that they wouldn't speak english herer. By the time I had tried to go to Hogwarts, it was to late to enroll." He went silent as he throught what his life would've been like if he went to Hogwarts from the start. Maybe he would've had friends there.

"I am trying to learn though," he said strangely chirpily... That was true, he did try his best to learn this foreign language but nobody wanted to slow down enough for him to be able to pick up a few things. "Luckily the professors don't mind repeating things in english if I don't understand, and I have all my textbooks in english," he added with a grin. He decided to shut up again. It wasn't very polite to babble on and on about yourself. "Why did you decide to come here?" He asked Madeline. He couldn't imagine her trying to get away from it all; she was probably the most wanted girl in the school!

[Madeline Serafine Henrie]

She gave him a small smile without looking up when he thanked her for her magic, "bienvenue" she answered. She took one of her shoe laces and started twirling it around her finger. She started to laugh when he told her that he wasn't french. "Non?" she said sarcastically and smiled. She let him continue. So he had wanted to go here but then changed his mind? It sounded like he had tried to give up but it hadn't worked out that well. Maddie didn't give up on anything, she was quite stubborn. But maybe that wasn't a quality but a flaw. She didn't know.

He continued telling her that he was trying to learn and that the professors were always willing to repeat in english and that his books were also in english. She looked up "zat iz no way to learn" she said. She always thought that the best way to learn a new language was to emerge yourself in it and have no way to be able to get past anything in that said language.

When he asked her why she was here she shrugged "to be alone" she answered in her french accent. "But thiz iz okay" she said and leaned her head to the side. She only preferred to be alone most of the time because everyone was sort off obsessed with her.

[Martin Elliott]

Martin grew silent as Madeline said that she actually wanted to be alone. He didn't know what to do... Should he leave? Should he act like he didn't hear? Martin was pretty sure that she was hinting for him to go away, but he didn't really want to leave. Maybe this was his chance to make a friend! "I'm sorry," he said softly and looked down. What to do? What to say? He decided to leave it at that.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as his stomach let out an embarrassing growl. He hadn't had lunch yet. He grabbed his bag and started a scavenger hunt inside it. He threw out some books, a quill, pointe shoes, jazz shoes, a plastic bag with a goldfish inside and a spoon encrested with a black stone. Finally he got what he was looking for. He took out two objects wrapped up in tinfoil. He had stolen two croissants before he came here. "Chocolate or butter?" He asked with a grin and held out the croissants for her to choose.

He packed his things back in his bag until he came to his pointe shoes. "You're in my ballet class right?" he asked excitedly. "I have never done ballet in my life, would you mind giving me some pointers sometime?" he asked her with a blush spreading across his cheeks.

[Madeline Serafine Henrie]

"It iz fine" she said when he apologized. She did actually like the company. She got lonely sometimes but being alone was sometimes better than being with people who weren't them selves around her. She really disliked that. She usually hung out with girls that were part veela like her, but sometimes that didn't matter either because she was a full veela and there were not many of those in Bauxbatons, two at the most, her included. And some of the part veela's disliked her too.

He asked her if she was hungry. She moved her hand to her stomach and realized that she hadn't eaten all day. She nodded and smiled. When he started to pull lot's of random things from his bag. She smiled when he pulled out pointe shoes and started to laugh when she saw the goldfish. Then he asked wether she wanted butter or chocolate "beurre.. Butter" she added knowing that he probably wouldn't understand her.

He started putting his things back but stopped with the pointe shoes. She smiled at his question "oui" she answered. "You should not dance en pointe if you 'ave never danced ballet before" she said slowly not sure if she was speaking correctly. "Men are too... 'evy for pointe, their toes cant 'andle it" she said and made a cracking noise with her mouth and mover her hands to motion an explosion. "But some can" she added so she wouldn't sound mean.

[Martin Elliott]

Martin's eyes grew wider. Surely his ankles wouldn't explode because of ballet! Perhaps she just wanted to get the message over more dramatically. "Oh dear," he muttered and looked at his pointe shoes. "I don't want to walk around the rest of my life with little stumps, do I?" he asked with concern. Putting his shoes back in his bag, he zipped it up and returned his attention to the girl next to him. He saw her eating the croissant and remembered about his lunch.

Martin grabbed the ball of tinfoil and unwrapped it to reveal a fresh chocolate croissant. He was glad she chose the butter one, for Martin could really have used some chocolate therapy at that time. He took a bite and smiled in satisfaction, not knowing that a piece of chocolate was still residing on his cheek. "I'm Martin, by the way," he announced as soon as he realised that they haven't been formally introduced yet. He knew who Madeline was, so he completely forgot about that part.

"What subjects do you have?" he asked her after a while. He wasn't really sure how to handle this situation so he decided to go for the most obvious approach, which is small talk.

[Madeline Serafine Henrie]

She giggled at his response. She didn't mean that they would really explode, just maybe break under the pressure. "Maybe you can" she said and smiled at him "we can check" she said confident. She thought about how cool it would be, then maybe they could dance a duo programme. She had always wanted to do that.

She unwrapped her crossant and started to nibble at it. Madeline was a really slow eater. She had always been, she guessed it was just a habit of her's. She giggled when he introduced himself, she knew who he was. They had been in the same house and in the same year for five years. "An I am Madeline" she said even though she was pretty sure he knew.

They were pretty quiet for a long time. This was getting acward so she decided to say something. "so.." she started but they spoke at the same time. She giggled and smiled. "I 'ave all ze core classes and then I take ze 'ealer class, Ballet, Jazz, I play ze violin in musical class and Ice-skating" she said and thought about how many classes she was taking.

[Martin Elliott]

"Oh okay," he said with a smile when she spoke about her classes. "Why aren't you in the pappillonlise house then? I thought all the artsy folks are there?" he added and frowned. This school was weird. After five years he still couldn't completely understand what was going on. Maybe it was because he wasn't french... For all he knew, everything was explained at the beginning of his first year, and when someone translated, they just said something completely different. He sure hoped that wasn't the case.

"Uhm... I like ballet as well. But my favourite is Jazz dance. It's so powerful..." Martin liked the idea of power. And in a French (basically art) school, that was as close as he was going to get. He had this fantasy of beating his father to a pulp the next time he laid a hurtful hand on Martin's mom. He had a lot of internal conflict about this, because doing that would make him like his father. (This was one of Martin's biggest fears)

"Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures are my main subjects. I love nature. I just feel so at home there," he said and blushed. "That's why I came here today." This was very true. Whenever Martin felt like an outsider (which happened a lot) he would go outside where nobody else could see him, and just sit underneath a tree, or pet the Hypogriffs or something of that sort. Trees and animals were always more inviting than most of the students at Beauxbatons.