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@crxalice
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A small nod in her direction shows that he also agrees with her words, but then he remembers that as her boyfriend he shouldn’t be so curt to her like that, and so his expression softens a bit as a tiny smile tugs at his lips before responding, “I agree, the vibe here is different somehow… what do you think could be the cause of this?” he asks curiously as he starts taking the food out of the basket and placing them in front of her in an orderly fashion.
“Well help yourself, I’m afraid I may have brought too much, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just got a variety of things,” he says, gesturing to all of the food. A lot of it was still wrapped in its original packaging from the market. His finger stop, however, upon the container of pre-cut watermelon, a proud smile growing on his face as he announces that this was his doing, “I personally cut the watermelon, but it was my first time doing something like that so they might not look as good, but I can assure you that they taste perfectly fine.”
With that being said, he proceeds to grab a packaged sandwich from the setup and unwraps it, giving her half as he takes a bite from the other half, “but you should actually eat something first before eating fruits, that’s how it’s usually done, right?”
“hmm...” alice ponders for a moment, looking back up at the sky. it’s not exactly the brilliant blue she had expected from an island getaway, but it still had its charms. soft white clouds drift across the the otherwise clear expanse, wispy trails in between pillows of what feels like marshmallows in the heavens. still, it isn’t much different from back in hogwarts—she remembers seeing skies like these. no, she thinks the foreign feeling comes from...
she tries not to look at preston.
“not sure. maybe it’s just the fact that we’re on vacation,” she ends up laughing sheepishly at her lame answer, watching him lay out the food curiously. she feels bad for having him wait on her, but it’s hard to not enjoy being treated this nicely.
“it’s fine! i’m not a picky eater,” she explains, nodding thankfully in his direction. the selection of food intrigues her more than anything, a mix of familiar brands and ones that she didn’t even know how to pronounce the names of. part of her is excited to try them all out, but then her attention is drawn to the container of watermelon.
“oh, is that so?” alice looks at him with a sense of pride. “well, you did a good job! it couldn’t have been easy,” she nods reassuringly, vaguely remembering how messy cutting watermelon could be.
she almost goes for a piece of the fruit when he stops her train of thought, offering her half of his sandwich. she blinks curiously as she’s never heard of a rule like that before, but she decides to humor him regardless. “mhm! thank you,” she accepts it graciously, taking a quick bite of it. nothing too spectacular, but still delicious.
“really though. who would’ve thought they would make us go through another winter again,” she jokes, rubbing at idly at her thigh. “right during summer, too.”
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probably a bad time to post an ooc note but here we go anYWAYS
i’m so!! sorry!! for my abysmal activity recently, especially regarding answering ims...been kinda off my game for the last few weeks to a month and it’ll probably remain like this for awhile or at least until i pull myself together... so i guess just a p.s.a that i’m not ignoring you on purpose or anything! just juggling life and six (6!) muses at once.
but either ways, i’ll probably try to reply to stuff at some point but for now it’s a once-a-week reply kinda mood for me :( i’m sorry guys
*＊✿❀ a little hike ❀✿＊*
Karina has lost track of the amount of times she’s stumbled on the soft ground. It’s squishy, making funny noises beneath her sticky boots. But while the mud is sort of unpleasant, the end journey will be all worth it. She’s heard of a waterfall a short hike away from where the living quarters happened to be.
It’s been a while since she’s seen one and she hopes that it’s as big as the person who told her had explained it to be. It’s the first time Karina’s seeing it with Alice, which also makes it even more special. Speaking of Alice, she turns around to look at her roommate who has fallen a few steps behind her due to the ugly yank of the mud underneath their feet. “Are you doing okay? Should we take a break?”
There are no places to sit down at the present, the trail is an indent among the tall trees that make the already cloudy sky even darker in appearance, casting a shadow over them. But the coolness is welcome, or else she would be sweating by now from the exertion. Hopefully they will reach something soon. Even rocks wouldn’t be too bad, although they might be quite the tripping hazard for Karina at times.
@crxalice
her weak little limbs were not built for this. alice bites back another complaint as she yanks her boot out of the mud, struggling to even keep it on her foot in the first place. her muscles feel sore at this point but she has enough self-consciousness to know not to whine about it. she’s a big girl, she can deal with a little discomfort.
“ah, yeah. i’m fine,” her words come out breathy, the exertion obvious in her tone. “nothing i haven’t experienced before,” she tries to further reassure her fellow hufflepuff, not wanting to delay their trip any longer. if only she could remember a spell...any spell for a situation like this.
“i really want to see the waterfall,” comes the first bit of truth, a small smile on her lips as she takes a couple more steps. the rustling of leaves all around them make for quite a relaxing ambiance, thankfully bringing a sense of peace and calm to alice, allowing her to trudge on. “the nature here has already been so breathtaking, i can only imagine how it’ll look.”
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Preston did not understand why the school had decided to give the students two winters, he had wondered if this was a small punishment for something they did. But all distaste was washed away pretty quickly when he learns who his roommates happened to be. There were important people around and that was all that mattered to him. Also, a whole new country means a lot of new things to learn and fill his brain.
It also meant a new place for him to hangout with people. Or in Alice’s case it would mean going on dates and learning how that worked in New Zealand. Preston hypothesizes that it would be the same as back at Hogwarts but also the nature here is a lot different. Even with the winter weather, a picnic would probably be nice with all the pretty trees and flowers.
‘I think this is a good spot. It looks nice here,” Preston says in agreement as he glances around. A lot of flat space which would be perfect for the two of them to sit down on. Also, a good place for them to put down the food, which he had bought from the convenience store earlier since he wasn’t about to burn the kitchen down.
He quickly sits down, but he doesn’t bring the food out yet. The Slytherin isn’t hungry himself, and he wouldn’t mind bringing the food out but from what he’s read it would be better for him to ask her. Just in case. “Are you hungry?”
tucking her phone back in her pocket, alice settles down across from the slytherin, not too close, but not too far from him either. she had had the foresight to wear a comfortable pair of trousers for the occasion—not exactly her choice of clothing, but the store hadn’t offered many options (plus, her typical skirts didn’t seem to match the grassy hills).
“there’s places like this where i live, but it just feels different here,” she observes, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “it looks the same but...” her words trail off, her brow furrowing in search of the right words to explain herself. “...hm...yeah. it’s just really pretty,” she ends up laughing off sheepishly.
her gaze drops to the bag resting in between them, wondering what preston had brought for the trip, when he seems to read her mind. “ah, you know me,” she waves off playfully, hoping he didn’t notice her blush. “i’m always hungry. i had some of a friend’s chips earlier, but i felt bad eating her stuff.”
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with the possibility lingering that he had a good chance of being thrown into the pandemonium of the kiwi land wilderness, miguel reaches a quick decision that he must try everything unique before time cuts him off. time and online friendship have informed him of many things. for one, apparently, the combination of margarine and candy sprinkles tasted like heaven. by extension, it was called fairy bread.
that wasn’t what the hufflepuff was aiming at, however, the trip to the grocery store brings a couple of things into mind when it comes to the country’s unique fad. a company in the form of an older hufflepuff is an added bonus that brings a smile onto his face, for while miguel would be content to try things alone, another’s reaction would always be interesting.
“the vegemite is the most important thing here,” miguel declares in all seriousness when they enter the grocery store. his instincts tell him to dash to the aisle that contains his dreams, but being scolded by strangers in a foreign country would surely put a damper in the exhilaration which bounces through his mind. “not the kangaroo meat….i mean actually that sounds curious too but it sounds likes appetizing right now than vegemite. since we have a lot of bread!”
irony tells the hufflepuff’s tale as he thinks back to the first time he’s heard the exact word. miguel’s foolish response back then had been to inquire if it was a mix of vegetable and termites. it was sort of close, the vegetable was part of it but the other happened to be brewer’s yeast extracts. whatever that meant.
he’ll know soon enough anyway.
alice trails after miguel like a lost puppy, somewhat afraid of the foreign lands (even if they looked exactly like any other city ever). she’s definitely glad to have company, especially from a fellow badger, but just how far were they going?
“vegemite?” she blinks in confusion as they step foot into the store, looking around curiously. the name sounded familiar, but her memory was failing her here. “vegetable...dynamite?” she keeps her voice low as to not draw any attention to her ignorance. “what’s that, exactly?”
“k-kangaroo meat?” the statement almost causes her to raise her voice, eyes wide in a mixture of horror and shock. “they actually eat them? but they’re adorable!” of course, this just means no one has shown her a picture of a buff kangaroo before, probably hoping to keep her dreaming about the ‘adorable’ mammal.
she spends the next few moments staring into space, thinking about how they even hunted the animal down in the first place, but snaps back to reality soon enough when they finally reach the shelf containing bottles of said ‘vegemite’. the odd brown substance causes her to frown, but she speaks up anyways. “is that it? it goes on bread?”
"okay so, bad news first? someone had the nerve to tell me that my height's dictated by—" with an excruciating amount of (mostly kidding) dramatics, nao rolls her eyes and frowns, holding up two peace signs to offer a handful of exaggerated air-quotes. "—genetics. and like, i dunno, maybe i'm assuming, but i figured you're not super interested in the black market for body parts or anything, so instead, i think our next best bet is stretching, or, ugh, what's it called?" she huffs. "yoga?"
“yeah?” alice stifles a giggle at nao’s dramatics, hiding her growing smile behind her hand as the ravenclaw is simply too adorable (even when fuming). “i hate when they say that. my dad’s side are all pretty tall and yet…” she looks down quietly, then returns her gaze to nao. she chooses to ignore the…weird comment about potentially illicit activities, and instead nods at the girl’s suggestion. “i don’t know anything about yoga but it makes sense for stretching to work, right?” it better. for both their sakes.
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“do you think rowan will like this?” alice giggles, holding a t-shirt up with hands shaking from laughter. nothing about it is inherently funny, but the sheep’s face on top of what seems to be a human torso just tickles the hufflepuff’s funny bone. “i don’t want to pressure her into accepting and wearing it but i feel like she might like it anyways…i’ll get it!”
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alice looks up to rowan secretly, admiring the gryffindor’s courage and brazen heart to live life how she wants to (this is all under her own perception, of course). she hopes to be as confident and cheerful one day.
she’s intimidated of rowan for that reason, thinking someone as timid as herself would bore her quickly. still, she likes being around the gryffindor so she has yet to do anything about it. maybe one day she’ll muster up the courage to become better friends, but it doesn’t look likely in the near future.
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“oh, i’m not that close to him!” alice shakes her head with a sheepish smile. “i’ve only talked to him a couple of times. he’s a nice person though! i’m sure he would prefer to hear this from you yourself. i’m not much of a middle-man,” she smiles apologetically, patting the head of the younger girl meekly. “good luck.”
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“well, malcolm,” alice stifles a giggle as she watches the gryffindor bounce on the balls of his feet. “you’re really fast, i’ll give you that. you also appreciate my cooking which is surprisingly rare these days!” the last statement ends in a bit of a huff. “aaand…” she pretends to think hard, holding her chin in between her finger and thumb. “you…are a great friend!”
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@crpreston
it really was cold out. after barely scraping by on funds to buy some weather-appropriate clothes, she had fallen into somewhat of a slump. this wasn’t the vacation she had been expecting, and the pressure put on her by her father didn’t help either. she thinks she would’ve learned by now to not trust the sunny horizons.
still, she moves on with a heart heavier than usual, masked with an enthusiastic nod towards the slytherin’s invitation. perhaps some fresh air would help lift her spirits (if it doesn’t chill her to the bone first).
the view was indeed calming, reminding her of the strolls through nature with her fellow hufflepuffs earlier on in the year. it had become a bit too hot to do those anymore back in the uk so it was a welcome return. the wind sends ripples through the blades of grass, making for a rather pretty scene that alice doesn’t hesitate to snap a picture of (not that the camera lens did it any justice).
“are we setting up here?” she finally turns back to preston, brushing strands of caramel brown away from her face. perhaps she should’ve gone for a ponytail instead. “seems like a good spot.”
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"Hello girlfriend," the boy greets as he walks up to the other, hands clutching a bundle of odd looking yellow flowers. He holds them out to her, "I heard that Hufflepuffs like flowers so I picked these Kowhai for you. They're also the national flower of New Zealand." This is how gifting works right?
she will never get used to him calling her that. granted, she doesn’t know him well enough to figure out his gestures and habits, but he warmed up to her real quick. especially with this…nickname. maybe this was just a habit of his? that was the only conclusion alice could come to without flushing red at the thought. she’s never been treated like this before, but there was no way she was going to jump to conclusions.
“h-hi, preston,” she hates the way her voice cracks. her eyes widen at his gift, listening to his explanation with lips parted in surprise. they were definitely interesting, an odd shape but in a beautiful shade of yellow that sends her heart aflutter (was that really the only reason, though?).
“thank you…!” she finally manages to gather her thoughts, accepting the flowers with a grin. “they’re beautiful, i love them.”
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Water
@crxalice
Beach means ocean. Ocean means water. Water means loud splashing noises when she leaps into the water! Kaboom! Pasha pasha! Okay, maybe this wasn’t the right onomatopoeia but the point here is that it would be a lot of fun to play in the waters. The ocean provided a lot of fun and Lynette was not going to cheat herself out of having a lot of fun. It was all about leaping into the water! Even if it’s not jumping and splashing weather but she has her trusty rain boots on.
But not everybody loves a game of splash and she had tried so hard not to splash anyone else. Except she didn’t notice the other girl until it was too late and that’s how Lynette accidentally ends up splashing older Hufflepuff student Alice Jeon. She shrieks, even though she’s not the one getting wet. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!"
it’s definitely not the weather alice was expecting from a summer trip, but she’s always been adaptable (hah). even putting her mild disappointment aside, the chill still upsets her, robbing her of the chance to play around in the water. she hasn’t had many chances to do so in her life, so she decides on not letting it stop her.
that being said, she still only stands at the edge of the shore, barely letting the waves caress her shoes, too afraid to commit in fear of being judged. she’s an upper second year now, for god’s sake! so she resorts to simply watching the nearby ravenclaw girl have her fun, smiling subconsciously as a result. if only she had that kind of attitude towards life.
in the end, her head’s too busy being up in the clouds to notice when lynette gets closer, only letting out a muffled squeak when her legs are subjected to the much-too-cold seawater. the wind doesn’t help the situation, seemingly getting stronger just to amplify the effects.
“ah...i-it’s okay!” alice tries to reassure the younger girl through her shivers, giving her a small smile. “i’m fine, i should’ve just moved.”
