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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on Apr 29, 2024 18:22:30 GMT -8
Kasper had her gear on, mostly stripped down Quodpot gear as it seemed she was overly prepared. Strapped across her back was a 'Sky Rider' broom a design she and her dad had come up with, the whole reason Kasper was uprooted a whole continent away, was strapped across her back. She was not at all familiar with Hogwarts yet having gotten lost twice before drawing a map which honestly was bonkers enough of a challenge but for now Kasper was winging it. Find the pitch and get a few runs in before she tried out for the house team that was the goal, hell maybe she would make a friend!
Either way find the pitch wasn't as hard to find as it was connecting to the other students here. Kasper wasn't an isolationist, she'd noticed most Ravenclaws spent a great deal of time alone, so opps, she was in fact a social butterfly but she felt totally like a foreigner at Hogwarts. The weird American girl, yet here she was. She'd come to the simple conclusion that starting within the great hall was the best place to start when one was searching, plus it lead outside and she needed that too.
Kaspers hair was braided back and pinned tightly to her head, everything screamed matching blue like that of Ravenclaw. She had a brand new pin stuck to her small crop topped jacket of a soaring raven. And she was carrying breakfast with her, three thick sausage and toast sandwiches, all three had bite marks as she ate, navigated, and - ALMOST...ran into someone. Stopping on the dime just to stand slightly awkward, eyes closed as if she was suddenly invisible.
"oooh frig, sooo sorry," she said only she was chewing and her mouth was full so it came out far more chaotic.
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on Apr 29, 2024 19:20:39 GMT -8
Campion's morning was off to a routine start. He'd gotten up early and gone down to the pitch to get a decent workout in. Afterward, he'd cleaned up, gathered his supplies for the day, and headed upstairs for breakfast. His brown hair was still damp, but it wasn't any concern of his. If it was still freezing cold, he might have taken the time to use a drying charm, but a towel worked just as well for a day like this. Hands in his pockets, he casually strolled towards the Great Hall. He was only briefly delayed to stop and have a conversation with a group of friends. Campion didn't mind a bit of idle chatter. Going on about his way, he made it to the ground floor. He was halfway to his destination when some girl nearly ran into him. Campion stopped to avoid a collision. He was ready to sidestep the Ravenclaw and move along when the girl apologized. The Slytherin shrugged unbothered. "No big deal." He wasn't jumping at the opportunity to make this bigger than what it was. It was difficult enough looking at her decked out in blue, even worse when he saw the amount of food she was carrying. Not to mention the amount that was currently stuffed in her face. She looked like a total glutton. He took a step to the left, ready to fall back into his routine and hopefully erase the girl from his memory.
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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on Apr 30, 2024 15:13:17 GMT -8
Kasper choked down her mouthful of food eyes following the very unbothered kid, he was righteously tall, she snapped her fingers a few times trying to get his attention suddenly thinking...
"Hey tall boy, wait," Kasper called out and if he continued to walk well she would follow until she got right up beside him, "Kasper," she'd offer a slightly greasy hand for the boy to shake oblivious to the grease or her possible very American approach, "Please help a gal out and point me toward the pitch? Thank you tall boy, please tell me a name so I don't have to call you tall boy like you're some can of American bar beer...," she assumed he was over six feet! She was only 5'2", oddly small and short but delicate. Campion Evans
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on Apr 30, 2024 16:40:03 GMT -8
Campion was already dismissing the encounter from his mind, but then her voice called out to him. He could only assume she was talking to him. He let out a slow sigh, and turned to see what she wanted. Merlin, let this be quick. She introduced herself as Kasper, and all his hopes faded. He looked at her extended hand, but didn't move to shake it. "You can stop with the nicknames," he told her. Being called Tall Boy was not appealing. In fact, he considered it rude. He wasn't calling her Dwarf Girl. Campion was the type to have restraint, and instead of voicing his displeasure in its rawest form, he was taking the high road. Brownie points to him. "Campion," he introduced himself. He carefully avoided saying it was a pleasure to meet her. It wasn't. She was not appealing in the slightest. He was going to assume it was because she was American. He was probably being a bit hard on her, but first appearances mattered to Campion. She hadn't made a good impression. She asked about the pitch, and he stared at her for a moment, trying to process why someone her age wouldn't know how to get to a place that was familiar to everyone. "It's out on the grounds," he told her. "How do you not know that?"
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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on May 1, 2024 5:32:34 GMT -8
"Campion," she repeated and shrugged, "Well for starters I'm new Campion," she spoke slowly because she didn't know how HE didn't know, "I'm. From. America. Which means not from here and your lot sure as shit ain't friendly pal, what are you Slytherin?" she leaned closer whimsically sniffing, "Ah, yuppers, an heir of arrogance only befitting snakes," she didn't like his stinky attitude and it was him that almost walked into her going about on his long legs, "I will find it on my own Campion, thanks pal," she hissed and was going to wall away before she bopped him on the nose.
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on May 1, 2024 15:30:04 GMT -8
New? She was probably a year or so younger than himself. How in Merlin's name was she new? Never mind, he didn't want to get into an even longer conversation with the greasy handed American. It took more willpower than he was willing to admit for him not to roll his eyes as she told him she was from America. It wasn't hard to figure out. If her accent hadn't given her away, her messy eating habits sure did. He tensed as she leaned closer. "We'd probably be friendlier if you didn't talk with your mouth full and smear grease everywhere," he responded pointedly. "Yes, I'm a Slytherin," he confirmed. "And you must be a Ravenclaw, seeing as though you're decked out in more blue than my mother's living room drapes." He shook his head when she called him arrogant. "I don't know where you're getting your information from, but arrogance runs in all houses, so get used to it."
He was proud of his house. They were ambitious and resourceful. Those were good qualities to have. She'd learn soon enough that the House didn't make the person, but rather the person made the House. He wouldn't waste his breath telling her as much though. He doubted she'd be able to comprehend. Not all Ravenclaws were smart, she fell into that category. He shrugged when she said she'd find it on her own. Then she went and touched his nose. He reared back in disgust. What was with her? He shot her glare as she started to walk away, but then a thought occurred. He wiped his face as he spoke. "Just so you know Gryffindor has the Pitch this morning so you won't be able to fly there if that's what you're trying to do. You'd be better off going to the training grounds."
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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on May 1, 2024 16:10:39 GMT -8
Kasper stopped when Lord Stretch dropped his bit of news, "Well...shit," she mumbled and turned back to Campion her one free hand on her hip as she tried to hide her food and grease, "...Thanks," she looked him over and sighed, "and sorry for being...weird...it's an American thing too."
Leaning to one side of her hip she bit her lower lip, "You just act like my presence was indifferent and yeah I'm a messy eater and I like to eat...I gotta high metabolism dontcha know, my Auntie is jelly of that," she laughed at her own insider joke totally sure Campion wouldn't understand, "anyways, all that aside, thanks for letting me know about the Pitch," she nodded, "Do you play? Wanna go with? Unless you got somewhere to be...because it just seemed like it..."
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on May 1, 2024 16:31:31 GMT -8
Campion felt a sense of satisfaction at her disappointment. That got her off her high horse. He placed his hands in his robe pockets as she thanked him and apologized. "You're forgiven." What, he was a simple guy. If he was wronged, an apology would suffice, so long as it was sincere and the wrong didn't outweigh a verbal apology. Some things could never be forgiven. This was not one of them. His expression remained placid as she went on to say her weirdness was an American thing. No, I think it's just a you thing. "Water under the bridge," he told her. "It gets dull when everyone's the same." No, he was not encouraging her to continue acting in such an unsavory manner, but she was new and probably didn't have anyone to guide her. He wasn't volunteering either. As the fates would have it, she went on a small spew about messy eating and then asked if he wanted to play. Where was a Prefect when you needed one? Specifically, where was Claire? He would love to pawn Kasper off on her.
"You're not special because you're American," he told her plainly. "I don't have to drop everything and get excited about a new accent. We get people from all over, they just happen to start during their first year." He shook his head lightly. "That being said, I'm indifferent to everyone until I get to know them. Don't take it personally." Campion was generally easygoing and got along with most people, so long as they didn't rub him the wrong way. He had a few people in his circle of friends that could really cut loose with, but she wasn't making the cut any time soon. When they'd nearly collided, he'd planned on passing it off as a minor inconvenience, but then she'd started talking. It had been all downhill from there. "I'm one of the Beaters alongside Nadia," he told her. He glanced in the direction of the Great Hall. He wanted to eat, but she seemed a little desperate. "I worked out early this morning, but I guess I can tag along. Either that or you get lost along the way."
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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on May 1, 2024 17:05:16 GMT -8
She decided it was time to ditch the cold breakfast on their now paired walk, he so gingerly accepted after all. Wiping her hands down the back of her pants, "And by the way just so ya know I didn't expect you to get excited about me being American, maybe just that I'm a human," she shrugged, "We get pretty wild when one of your lot comes across the big pond," she gave a big smile, "And it has all to do with the accent, which you don't sound to...British?"
She was trying to gage Campion's accent but meeehh!
"I kid, but thanks for the forgiveness and escort," she awkwardly rubbed the tips of her finger nails together as silence kind of fell between them, "so you said a Beater yeah? Thats cool, favorite professional beater? Gwenog Jones for me but Troy "Tank" Duvall is close second because he had style," she babbled, "I played Quodpot back home, but I'm an avid Quidditch fan which is why I transfered, my Papa's trying to bring our line of brooms to the UK and while he's doing that I came here for school but mostly to play Quidditch and go professional!"
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on May 2, 2024 17:52:52 GMT -8
He tried not to take note of her smearing grease into her pants. Who raised this girl? Green eyes turned to look at her as she spoke of being human. "You almost ran into me, but you didn't. You even apologized. Was I supposed to strike up a conversation with you," he asked. She needed to lower her expectations. The more she talked, the more he regretted tagging along for this so called joyride. It felt more like a derailed rollercoaster, but who was really paying attention? "I'm from Edinburg," he told her. Campion was silent for a second before he added, "Scotland." He wasn't going to take the time to inform her just how the UK was broken up, or what all counted. Hopefully she was intelligent enough to know they were standing in Scotland. He'd already lost brain cells by holding a half-arsed conversation with her. He didn't want to lose a whole section of his brain trying to have a logical one with her.
Silence was welcomed, but it didn't last. Kasper was a chatty one. "I've been on the team five years now," he answered. "We've got a squared away team. Ivy's a great Captain." She asked who his favorite Beater was, and then started into her own preferences. Yup, chatty indeed. He couldn't get a word in. That was fine. He'd just tune her out while they walked. The mention of Quodpot made him frown a bit. "You don't have Quidditch in America?"
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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on May 7, 2024 6:07:01 GMT -8
"We have Quidditch," she replied as they walked, "It just isn't as popular as Quodpot unfortunately but I've seen so many Quidditch games! I designed this broom specifically for Quidditch," she was smiling from ear to ear as she tapped the one strapped across her back, "The Sky Rider is going to put the Chasinghorse name on the map Campion my dear new friend, I'm totes excited about it," she looked at Campion through side eyeing, "Ivy Lennox? Nice, I can't wait to see some games and as much as I shouldn't root for you I will," she made a face but there was no ill meaning behind it, "I'm going to try out for Chaser...you're built for a Beater, great fit for you.." Campion Evans
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on May 7, 2024 13:34:08 GMT -8
Campion didn't mind having conversation with people, but this wasn't his ideal type. As much as he loved Quidditch, he wasn't really interested in discussing it with the likes of Kasper. She was too chatty and hyper. She was like a first year, excited about everything as if it were new. Didn't she attend school when she was in America? Surely Ilvermorny couldn't be all that different from Hogwarts? He raised a brow when she said she'd designed the broom on her back. It was such a generic name, but she was kind of a generic person. What was he expect? The brown haired male blinked slowly when she called him a 'dear new friend'. He'd rather she not call him that. He continued walked, rolling a question around in his head. "Is Chasinghorse your last name," he asked almost cautiously. He felt like any inquiry would force him into a deeper conversation. A conversation that he would much rather avoid. Still, walking in silence would have been equally uncomfortable. "I'm not worried about Ravenclaw," he told her without any animosity. It was a statement that would backed on the pitch when they crushed Ravenclaw. She spoke about going out for Chaser. "You should get with Laurie Greer and Claire Gable then. They're currently chasers and can teach you a thing or two. Claire's also one Ravenclaw's Prefects." He made it a point to add on Claire's little title.
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Post by Kasper Chasinghorse on May 8, 2024 14:31:31 GMT -8
Kasper didn't side eye stare at Campion but his remarks made her feel that Campion was perhaps a little competitive which was fine. So was Kasper and that made her look that much more forward to playing. While she was staring she took in more details of the blonde hair Slytherin boy, he was cute and had a strong jaw which she liked in a boy. He was also tall she didn't realize she was smiling at this point but when she did her head snapped forward. Dumb tall strong jaw boys, she thought to herself. Kasper needed to focus on where her destination was and she couldn't do that ogling Campion, plus weren't they rivals? Did people date outside of their houses?
"Claire and Laurie, thanks I'll do that," Kasper finally said after he gave her the pointers, "and yes Chasinghorse is my family name, my super great great twice over great grandfather was given the name when colonizers came across my families tribe way back in the day...he was a horse breaker and they caught him literally chasing horses, he took to it." Campion Evans
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Sixth Year
Blake
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Post by Campion Evans on May 16, 2024 20:07:22 GMT -8
Silence filled the space between them, and Campion was going to milk it for as long as possible. If he'd have noticed Kasper was staring fawning after him, he'd probably have told her to knock it off. Yeah right, he'd have let her stare all day if it meant she would keep the peaceful silence. Then again, he didn't want to spend all day with her either. Either way, he was going to relish every moment of Kasper's sudden desire not to run her mouth. He didn't care what the reasoning was. When the hyperactive Ravenclaw did speak, Campion simply nodded. She'd thanked him for pointing her in the direction, that didn't warrant a response. As the Ravenclaw gave him a brief history lesson her lineage, he kept walking, counting the steps to the training grounds. "So your family went from chasing and breaking horses to flying. That's an interesting turn of hobby." See, he could be cordial when he wanted. "Did you all get bored or something?" Campion's family was spread out for the most part when it came to career paths. His father and eldest brother worked for the Ministry of Magic, his mother was a Healer, and his second eldest brother was a bartender. His maternal grandparents worked in a Muggle Museum researching artifacts brought in from excavation sites. His paternal grandfather owned a tailoring shop that served both muggle and wizarding kind. His paternal grandmother was an Editor for the Daily Prophet. Campion himself had plans to join the Ministry, not because it was what his father did, but because he wanted to do something purposeful and fast paced. An Auror or Hit Wizard would be right up his alley. He'd considered Quidditch, but he wouldn't want to spend his days in the sky, just to be grounded by an injury that would leave him crippled and unable to pursue better options. Campion was always thinking a step or two ahead.
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