Post by noel quincy andrig-daher on Oct 24, 2014 4:10:33 GMT -5
When he had seen Memari in the court yard Quinn didn’t think that it would end up a thing like this. She was pretty, and had a great way about her. Mostly he just liked talking to her. The sense of humor they seemed to easily slide into. There were few people who just let Quincy be Quincy. Most people in his own house had labeled him and that was all that mattered. They just wanted to know what his family was like. He would tell them it was like any other, with just a lot more candles. Well it wasn’t that simple but what else did he know?
He walked back to his dorm with possibly the dumbest grin on his face. Q ad to keep telling himself that she said there was a boyfriend. It would naturally progress from there to how on earth did any boy with had a brain not take a relationship with her seriously. There could be more to it. If he was being honest with himself he didn’t know the Aylward girl that well. He had really only met her not that long ago. And then she was woozy from blood loss.
Quincey had to take a couple of breaths to get back to reality and not make this up into something that was more than it was. Think of it like friends. That was what he had to assume this whole night was going to be. Two friends at a dance. He was the lankey kid that didn’t get the girls. Not one as pretty as Memari. He would always be a friend to a gril like that.
His mother’s like to shower him with dumb compliments. Saying how handsome and smart he was. That was his parents so of course they said that. When he was shoved into a building with countless other kids there were masses of other boys who were smarter and better looking than him. And some how he ended up in a school where there were handsome young professors that he knew for a fact that some of his pears would fantasies about and even have the gall to try and flirt with. Of course Quinnn didn’t say much about it. As long as the Professors didn’t act on it he guessed it was no different than hanging a poster up of a favorite actor.
He scrambled around his room getting all the stuff he needed. His suit and shoes, tie and mask. He through on the suit hoping it still fit, and thankfully it did. The boy scrunched his nose realizing that it did have this rosemary smell to it. It could be worse. It did smell like home and that helped the thudding of Quincy’s heart.
He then strapped the mask to his face and took up his wand so that he could tuck it in his jacket. Before the carved piece of hazel wood ended up in the pocket he stopped. Gripping the wand Quincy quickly spot a charm and a rose sprouted from the tip. It grew into a blossom and then soon bloomed into a full peach colored rose. It soon detached from the tip and started to fall. Quinn caught the rose, one of the throns pricking him.
“Ah,” He breathed and then tucked his wand away so he could hold the rose with that hand, being careful not to prick himself again. He sucked on the wound a little and then inspected it. The prick was small and seemed like it would stop bleeding soon. Besides he had to get to the Aylward hall soon.
He was out the door of his room and navigating the halls of the school now. It didn’t take too long to get to the Aylward dorms. Now he just had to wait with rose in hand and mask hopefully on straight. If this turned into some weird joke he would be upset. Or maybe mysterious boyfriend would show up and she would choose him because Memari’s heart would always be with bad boys. After all she was an Aylward. His hippie kind hearted Hawthorne ways could prove to not be exciting enough.
[tag:memari alyssia rockwell]
[suit mask]
He walked back to his dorm with possibly the dumbest grin on his face. Q ad to keep telling himself that she said there was a boyfriend. It would naturally progress from there to how on earth did any boy with had a brain not take a relationship with her seriously. There could be more to it. If he was being honest with himself he didn’t know the Aylward girl that well. He had really only met her not that long ago. And then she was woozy from blood loss.
Quincey had to take a couple of breaths to get back to reality and not make this up into something that was more than it was. Think of it like friends. That was what he had to assume this whole night was going to be. Two friends at a dance. He was the lankey kid that didn’t get the girls. Not one as pretty as Memari. He would always be a friend to a gril like that.
His mother’s like to shower him with dumb compliments. Saying how handsome and smart he was. That was his parents so of course they said that. When he was shoved into a building with countless other kids there were masses of other boys who were smarter and better looking than him. And some how he ended up in a school where there were handsome young professors that he knew for a fact that some of his pears would fantasies about and even have the gall to try and flirt with. Of course Quinnn didn’t say much about it. As long as the Professors didn’t act on it he guessed it was no different than hanging a poster up of a favorite actor.
He scrambled around his room getting all the stuff he needed. His suit and shoes, tie and mask. He through on the suit hoping it still fit, and thankfully it did. The boy scrunched his nose realizing that it did have this rosemary smell to it. It could be worse. It did smell like home and that helped the thudding of Quincy’s heart.
He then strapped the mask to his face and took up his wand so that he could tuck it in his jacket. Before the carved piece of hazel wood ended up in the pocket he stopped. Gripping the wand Quincy quickly spot a charm and a rose sprouted from the tip. It grew into a blossom and then soon bloomed into a full peach colored rose. It soon detached from the tip and started to fall. Quinn caught the rose, one of the throns pricking him.
“Ah,” He breathed and then tucked his wand away so he could hold the rose with that hand, being careful not to prick himself again. He sucked on the wound a little and then inspected it. The prick was small and seemed like it would stop bleeding soon. Besides he had to get to the Aylward hall soon.
He was out the door of his room and navigating the halls of the school now. It didn’t take too long to get to the Aylward dorms. Now he just had to wait with rose in hand and mask hopefully on straight. If this turned into some weird joke he would be upset. Or maybe mysterious boyfriend would show up and she would choose him because Memari’s heart would always be with bad boys. After all she was an Aylward. His hippie kind hearted Hawthorne ways could prove to not be exciting enough.
[tag:memari alyssia rockwell]
[suit mask]
