Two Peas Looking for a Pod.

[Tuska Wolf]

Tuskana Wolf walked the long corridors of the school she has been going too for the past seven years. Now as a 7th year and in her last semester of school she began thinking about her future. One where she'll own a bookshop, hopefully, find Mr. Right, again hopefully, and settle down in a place all her own away from her family. Living in Barcelona wasn't bad but she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue living in her native country all her life. France was pretty interesting but she was thinking she may want to travel south to Australia or New Zealand after graduation for some excitment. Tuskana wasn't sure about that however. It all depend on wether she was going to be the new owner of an already opened Bookstore or if she was going to open her own. Of course working summers back hom for alot of different things she has earned alot of money but did she want to spend it all on something she wasn't sure would last? Maybe a partner, a silent partner, would work out for her.

Smiling to herself she quietly wondered the halls looking for something but not really knowing what it was. Tuska often did this, and read, which was why she didn't have alot of friends. Most people thought she was a nut case or something but Tuska honestly did feel the need for any connections with people who thoughts she was strange which was why she lacked so many friends. People talk about her behind her back and they are gone, it wasn't her fault for being different people just didn't know how to except her as her so she didn't let them in any longer. Of course this action of her's caused drama and more people to talked about her but Tuska was Tuska, and she did not like people who talked about her behind her back. End of Story.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Back at school. Annoyed and now bored Isaac couldn't believe he'd been forced back to school. Sure he was seventh year and he needed to graduate properly, but Isaac had to admit it would be better for him to be back at school. he had less to worry about outside of school as he did in school. Not that he had done a lot, but there was the constant waking up in some random room and trying to figure out where he was and trying to secretly leave before the girl woke up. It was always quite a challenge but it was at times fun. Most wouldn't really believe it to be that, But, Isaac was different he found things fun when they really weren't. It was just his nature. He loved the feeling of his heart beating hard against his chest and the feeling within him that he was about to get into trouble for something. That or he was going to get caught for doing something. It was an odd feeling when he had to go find a quiet spot in the house and disapparate becuase if the girl woke, he would have trouble remembering who she was. Sure, he would maybe be able to figure out little details, but Isaac was the guy who focused on asking the girl questions, but never really listening. Sure, since he was generally pretty drunk it didn't even factor in to his brain. he had also taken to never saying his full name. he always stuck to the first and last. There was just an easier feeling their. She was less likely to afterwards try to hunt down someone who just was not interested in anything. But, then their had been Solenn. A simply beautiful girl. And someone that Isaac had actually wanted something more with. He'd not been that drunk when they met, so he sure that it had been a little more real than everything else. But his mind was no longer on his trips around the areas of New Zealand. he was now back in France, and back at school. he was glad to be back in france. With no one around telling him that he was doing things wrong and that he was a poor influence on his sick sister. And he did love the country. But, it was odd being back. After so long away he wasn't sure how he would be able to readjust to a life where he had to go to classes and be sober during the week. He had be alert in the morning and working long into the night. Things had been easier when he was stuck in a four walled palace.

On the other hand there were his old friends. His old b!tch of a girlfriend that he had to face everyday but he was fairing pretty well with that. He had still punched the guy she'd slept with. Again. Isaac could hardly vent his anger at the girl, so he resorted to punching the boy. But, it had earned him a detention which he was happy to serve. It was on his way to detention that he noticed a girl, whom he knew from his classes, and was sure he'd heard her name before. he didn't really care about the girls themselves. Or who they really were, just if they were willing to join Isaac. But, he had been trying to find new friends. And so this girl seemed like the perfect option. He was trying to remember her name, and then it struck him. "Tuska!" he called before running to her side, he wondered if she would remember him. It didn't bother him, and then she was pretty so he wondered if he'd maybe hit on her before, he hoped now, or this meeting could go terribly wrong. "I'm Isaac, in your year. I think we must have talked like once before. For that I must apologize." He spoke in french, his french was fairly good. But, obviously not as good as his home tongue English. Still the effort was their.​

 

[Tuska Wolf]

Tuska was pulled out of her dreams of owning a bookshop from someone yelling her name. She wasn't sure what was going on so she quickly looked around and spotted a boy in her year running to catch up with her. Her eyes narrowed at him, they had spoken before but the American boy was always a flirt that never planned on sticking around long. few comments between him and a few of his friends had been thrown at her a few years back, not that she remember exactly what they said, but she did remember the way it made her feel which caused her to be caution now as he came up to her. Though she was pretty accepting of people she didn't know if Isaaic had changed since then.

"Hello," she replied back in french. How she despised the language, Spanish was so much more welcoming and alluring and beautiful. Paris maybe the city of Love but Spanish was the voice of Romance and Passion. That was her view on it at least. "What do you need?" She asked him unsure of why he was suddenly talking to her. They shared no common goals after life in school or any friends so there must be some sort of assignment he needed help on, prehaps finding the easiest book to read for a project or something. Tuska was used to these annoying and strange request. Never once had a guy come up to her before wanting anything else. She has gone through school without a boyfriend and without many friends. She was strange that was true, sometimes she would sit in the Library and just read to get away from her thoughts or she'd dance. Ballet was a passion of her's and she loved to dance to soft music, but of course the Tango was always fun when she had a partner, but no one here shared that passion, which was sad.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Their were certain things that had gained Isaac quite a name for himself. A tag. He had a close group of friends. A group of people with whom he did almost everything with. And most realised that as a group they were pretty much the biggest group of males at Beauxbatons. With only a few females included within the group, it was quite an oddity for a group of boys to be that closely linked. He knew that it was hardly a great thing that he had a title linked with his name. The boy flirt. More likely to try to get you to bed rather than make friends. But all his friends had similiar titles. There were few boys at Beauxbatons. Their was a created population of females than their were of males. Something that didn't really bother the Beauxbatons boy. As they called it, their was plenty to go around. Despite the golden blonde having calmed down in his sixth year, because of the girlfriend, he'd gotten, that had once again changed. Sure, his mind was pretty much always on the girl he'd met down under. At school she would have no idea about him, and all he wanted to do now, was create a little bit of fun for himself. To show his ex-girlfriend that he was happy without her. And that he would hurt the other boy at every opportunity he could grab. Slilghtly odd, but all of his friends knew that sleeping with another guys girlfriend meritted anything given to them. It was why they always checked before they did anything. It was a somewhat noble thing, but it was just something his friends and him had agreed to do. And it was something that Isaac would honor. Even if others did not. He would quicker jump off a roof than sleep with someone else's girl. It never did end well. However speaking to this girl than made him realise that perhaps his old title still stood, that or they'd heard about his antics aboard. Either way Isaac wasn't bothered. It was him, and if people couldn't accept him, then he didn't want to be their friend or anything else. But, he was okay with it. Isaac loosened the Beauxbatons tie, while adjust his shoulder bag and then placing his robes on top, so he was just in his shirt and trousers. He rolled up the sleeves and kept up with the girl's pace. He was still thinking it summer. The tattoo on his wrist clear. In terms of a Beauxbatons student, This one was pretty unorthdox in everything that he did. But It didn't mean he was odd. He had a nice smile. A good sense of humor, and the oddest coloured eyes. An almost golden colour. "I don't need anything." Isaac tried to be surprised but really he couldn't be that surprised by her tone of voice. "I've not done anything to annoy you have I? Or something like that? Whatever I may have done, I'm sorry."

Out of Character:

Sorry for lameness

 

[Tuska Wolf]

Out of Character: Opps

You should nudge me about replying when it takes this long, i forgot about Tuska...

Tuska looked over at the boy, unsure if he really had changed or if he was still the he had been a few years back. Uncertainty cloudy her mind as she prepared a response back to him. Normally she would be a pretty friendly person, however being used so many times she was stick of people taking her for granted and not paying her back in anyway. However this was her last year at the school and she didn't want to have enemies as she entered into the world as an adult, so she decided to try to make it the best experience talking to the flirt of a boy that was keeping in step with her. "Then why'd you call out to me? Not bored are you?" She asked trying to sound poliete. Afterall when she was a younger student she had been known for her book-worm looks and how a nerd she really had been. Since those akward years have passed she has blossomed into a young lady, but not many have noticed as she still spends most her time in the Library or in her own room. And though they were certain she still perferred books over boys, she had to admit Isaac Pike was a good looking guy. No one could really deny it, but if he prodded her about his looks she would try too. She never liked giving out compliments to people, it was almost the same as people copying her work; she never got the same compliments back to her. "You've done nothing this year," she said as she turned a corner her path seeming to be longer then it was being stuck walking with another person. Tuska was always alone it seemed, but it was her own fault she didn't trust many people. Looking over at Isaac she wondered if the boy would be a good friend or not.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Isaac knew in his time at Beauxbatons academy of magic, he'd done a number of things that meritted being ignored by girls. His ways were not exactly kept underwraps. He had during his fourth year, practically made out with every girl in his year, and the year below. It was almost a competition to see who could get the highest number of girls to kiss them, without the use of a kissing booth. It was suffice to say that in the end the competition had been very close. With neither person able to decide who'd won. But in fifth year, this game evolved slightly, and it became a lot more difficult, but a lot more satisfiying. His parents were always the ones to claim that he was on a soul destroying path. His true nature was one that they weren't one they liked. That had all stopped when he'd gotten into a relationship. Isaac had surprised most people, but he had no surprised himself. He was a loyal guy, just there was no girl that made him want to be with them. He had just not found the girl that made his heart skip a beat or his stomach make him feel unsteady. it had always been the other way round, he did that to others and left thoughts about himself and real love at the door. but it was all over now, and all he had to worry about was the time ahead. What he would do with the time he had left at school, and where he would go from that day on. Who would be the girl he spent his life with or if he would be destined to be forever alone. His experiences in new Zealand weren't anything that he could claim had changed him. It had been simple. Just girl after girl. Most of which he couldn't remember the name of. And less so with the faces. It was just all a blurry. A drunk blur, that made him think that he'd perhaps made the wrong decision in his ways. But, Isaac didn't care. What he'd done in New Zealand, had been the only thing that mattered to him. He had needed something to take his mind off everything, and thankfully there was a huge queque of girls willing to help him out. His mind tempoarily thought of Solenn. But, with a small shake of his head, he looked back to the girl he was with. He'd done nothing this year. He hadn't exactly been around much to know if he could've done anything. it was too uncertain to tell. What had he done before. "I haven't really been around this year." Isaac just looked to the girl for a brief second before returning his gaze to where they were walking. "Have I done something to you? Like before." He asked, curious. "I'm not like that any more." Which wasn't much of a lie, he'd pretty much got it out his system for a little while, but he still had a reputation to maintain. "It's not a good reputation to have." He was lying slightly, he liked it. But, he needed to get past it. Be more than just that Beauxbatons boy. "Whatever I may have done, can we start over? Clean slate."​

 

[Tuska Wolf]

Tuskana glanced at the guy walking next to her, it was getting on her nerves to say the least. Being as smart as she was she did also have a normal life outside of books that needed to be tended too. She had to keep up her dance practice while at school and this boy was going to be in the way of her practicing, Tuska could sense it. Looking around as they walked down the hall she sighed noticing people already starting to whispher behind their hands about the two. She had know interest in the boy, and she wouldn't even think about saying yes to him if he kept up his act. "Really?" She said just to let him know with her tone that she didn't want to hear his story. The young woman had her own story to attend to, she didn't want any part of a guys now that it was this late in her school career. Prehaps when she had been a fourth year and dumb enough to fall for any tricks, but not now. "Two years ago," she answered him shortly not bothering to explain farther into the story, he was sure to figure it out himself. Afterall everyone knew what he was like then. And niether did she answer his question, he had to prove his own worth in starting over.