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Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 10, 2006 22:11:54 GMT -5
Ana made her way to the tennis court, dressed in her sporty clothes today. She was wearing short black shorts that came to mid-thigh, and a small red t-shirt that showed her midriff when she moved her arms too much. She stretched, her hair in its usual way, the front pulled back with the bangs on the right side free.
She picked up a racket and the box of tennis balls, setting it on hte ground in front of her. She picked one up and threw it in the air, nailing it with the racket it soared over the net, hitting the ground just inside the lines and bouncing out, rolling after it bounced a few more times. She repeated the process repeatedly, fetching more balls with her wand when she needed to.
After an hour of this, she set down the racket and the tennis balls, flicked her wand and all of them flew into the box, and went to sit outside of the court on a bench under a large, shady tree. She laid down on the bench, listening to the waterfall nearby. She was tempted to visit it, but she decided against it. There was no need. Afterall, there were probably people there. She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze and the cool shade after the heat of the sun.
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Post by Izabella Sharapova - R.I.P on Jul 11, 2006 12:00:18 GMT -5
White trainers padded softly on the hard red clay of the tennis court. A slender pale hand ajusted the brim of the white visor that shielded pale blue eyes from the glare of the sun. The other pale hand, however, was clutching the grip-taped handle of a shiny racket. Blond hair was pulled back out of the person's blank face in a tight high pony tail.
Izabella shifted from foot to whire clad foot.
The ball-machine clicked, and she readied herself.
click
puck
A quick dash, and the ball was deposited easily back into the other side of the court. Izabella wandered back to the serving line, ajusting the short white plaited tennis skirt, and the plain white t-shirt she was wearing. She summoned her water bottle, and took a long draugh.
On second thoughs, Izzy dropped her racket. she needed to sit down. Leaving her bag, racket, and tatty old tennis balls lying, she left the tennis court.
It took her a moment to notice the girl sitting on the bench. Izzy smirked. She looked like she was sleeping.
"Hullo there," She called out, her accent thick, but friendly, "Vould you mhind if I sat on the bench which you?"
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Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 12, 2006 1:47:03 GMT -5
Ana looked up as a voice sounded, thick with an accent. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up to see a pale blonde. Pale blue eyes looked down at her, and she sat up.
"I don't mind," she replied, putting on a sweet smile. Man, this nice-girl act was pretty annoying... She scooted over to make room for the girl. She flicked her wand to conjure a glass of ice water, sipping from it before looking to the girl. "Would you like some?"
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Post by Izabella Sharapova - R.I.P on Jul 12, 2006 9:52:02 GMT -5
Izabella flashed a small smile, before sitting down next to the dark haired girl.
"No, thank you. I 'ave my own water b'ttle." She held up her bottle to emphasize her point, "But thank you for teh offer. My name is Izabella, but you can call me Izzy, if chou'd like."
Izzy extended a hand to shake, and with the other, pulled off the visor, and removed her hair from the hair band it was tied up in. She hoped she didn't appear too friendly.
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Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 12, 2006 11:34:14 GMT -5
She smiled and said,"Okay." She sipped from her water again before saying,"I'm Anastasia, but you can call me Ana."
She took the offered hand, shaking it. With her other hand, she continued to sip from the glass of water. "So what house are you in, Izzy?"
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Post by Izabella Sharapova - R.I.P on Jul 12, 2006 11:53:21 GMT -5
Placing the vissor on the bench beside her, Izabella answered Anastasia's question.
"My house? Eet is Intermise, I believe. I am in the fifth year. What is your house, Ana?"
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Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 12, 2006 12:13:38 GMT -5
She smiled, taking a larger drink from the glass before setting it on her leg and holding it with her right hand.
"I'm a fifth year in Intermise... So that's pretty cool!" She smiled and asked,[v]"How long have you been here?"[/b][/size][/color]
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Post by Izabella Sharapova - R.I.P on Jul 12, 2006 12:24:10 GMT -5
How long had she been there? Izabella tried to think. She shrugged.
"I ahm not too sure to be exact, but I would say...about six, or seven months, yes? It is nice here, but I miss my familt and friends in Russia very, very much. 'Ave you ever been to Russia before?"
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Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 12, 2006 12:27:30 GMT -5
She smiled and said,"That's longer than me. I just transferred."
Had she ever been to Russia? Well, that was an easy one. "Actually, yes. I went to Durmstrang before, so on holidays, I would take a trip to Russia. My family would come along most of the time. It's very nice there..." She shrugged and said,"Besides, my family is Russian and Scottish. Have you lived there all your life?"
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Post by Izabella Sharapova - R.I.P on Jul 13, 2006 6:41:29 GMT -5
"Yes, I 'ave...'ad lived there all my life. My father and 'is wife still stay in Murmansk. I miss it terribly. I vish I could go back. Where abouts did you visit in Russia? Where abouts are yhour family from?"
Anastasia had Izabella's interest now, though it was bringing back a few unwanted pangs of homesickness.
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Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 13, 2006 11:36:19 GMT -5
Anastasia smiled and said,"All your life, huh? Wow. I've never lived one place all of my life..." She paused and said,"I visited Moscow and St. Petersburg, then we had to leave..." She shrugged and said,"I plan on going back someday." Now she paused and said,"My family is Scottish and Russian, the Scottish being from my father's side. My mother was Russian. We started out in Canada, then my older brother, me, and my cousin all moved to Britain. I went to Durmstrang until just now, when my cousin and I came here."
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