Post by ARIELLE CELESTE ADAIRE on Sept 20, 2011 2:22:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 484848, width: 400px; height: 500px;] what was arielle going to do? she had unleashed one of her greatest secrets as hogwarts spy to a boy that she was supposed to stalk not approach? really she could have simply wandered away and pretended not to see him, but really why did she feel like she had to be honest all the time? like winston really had to know that she was spying on him because well her friend barbra had asked her to, like he even knew who she was. if arielle had saw them speak to one another ari would have been the first to know it, even before they knew it. so now she was stuck with him knowing, at least he didn't know her friends name, that would have been strictly against the rules. so long as she played it coy could it work? though he seemed too intelligent for his own good. why did she have to find a smart guy what was exciting about someone that could out-smart you and make you out like some type of idiot. not that arielle minded, she didn't have to talk to him aside from the conversation she had, with him holding her notepad hostage. even with all of this, why did barbra really like him anyways? that was the greater mystery from what she had told ari they had never even spoken. how she found him, she was doing what she does best, which was sit in the middle of a hallway, playing with her pet cat named kitten and there he was, with a book. from the way that barbra had described him, she was massively in love with him, which was almost sad, arielle could understand if they were say talking and maybe he showed some interest, but not even talking to him? that was pure insanity. sure this was coming from a girl who stalked on occasion upwards of three to four people at one time, but it kept her busy, arielle liked to be involved without having to feel the pressure of conforming to whatever strict rules that clubs had or organizations even gatherings had some type of rules. no just collecting data for her friends on their interests, that was good enough for her. sure it was a form of stalking and most people if they knew like frank longbottom who was a known spaz cat, if he knew that ari was sort of watching him, he would probably suffer an aneurism. so arielle knew the dangers of following people, but winston was the first person, first guy that she had been caught he was going to be the one and only guy to know of this. even now she was following him, sort of. she had already lost him twice, it seemed like he was getting smarter, evolving now that he knew that arielle was lurking somewhere in the shadows. arielle sighed defeat as she settled herself on a near by bench, pulling at loose threads that were tearing and pulling out of her robe. she gently settled her note pad beside her as she shuffled her feet on the ground, kicking at a lone rock.
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