Day Dream Believer [OPEN]

[jeanne]

Outfit

Jeanne had nothing to do today. Which basically lead her to walk around the castle in a dazey dream like state. The girl came off 'odd' to alot of people, maybe a little batty. But she was the true deffinition to a dreamer. The girl talked in circles about things of nonimportance to anyone who'd be willing to listen to her. Facts, and unknown things she wanted to see if anyone else knew things about them. Perhaps invisable creatures people stated were true, and would lead her off into a search for something they'd laugh at her for later. The poor girl just didn't stand a chance half the time. Give her current inability to stand upright most of the time. Always falling over her own feet, and running into anything and anyone. The girl was a walking mess at many times. But in the imaginary world of Jeanne Hargrove, she was absolutely normal as could be. Despite her 'few' character flaws. Although those many quirks made the girls loveable. She was adorable, a little off, and heck for being a ravenclaw she had the brains that she was required to have in those house. But her personality was above many.

She was fashionable well in her very own way. She loved her muggle fashion. She wore the big shoes, big jeans, and those crazy large floral shirts with a obnoxiously large sunhats, and peace pendents. Oh the girl could be a walking catasrophy or retroness. Which was basically what she was dressed in. Her jean outfit with the many rainbow of colors. Her blonde hair pulled up into straight locks. She was so glad that she mastered the trickery of magically doing her hair, or it might not have been to pretty seeing as many muggle appliances, wouldn't even work here. But Jeanne made her way from the Ravenclaw common room, her bright blue eyes averted to the ceiling as if she was in search for stars in the dancing of the flame light of the candles lighting the staircases. It was after classes so she didn't have to worry about being late. Walking around the hallways she ended up setting down on the stairs of the entrance hallway. Highly debating in her own awkward little way, if she'd further venture outside this evening, and enjoy the setting of the sun. Maybe after dinner. who knew maybe she'd have someone to come with her. Venture up to the astronomy tower, and watch it through a more upclose view.

Her legs stretched infront of her with her muggle platforms gracing her tiny feet. It only made her look a tad bit more awkward trying to give this tiny stick girl a bit more of a step up. Unfortunately for her, she didn't get the height gene from anyone in her family. And she was ok with that, she was more concerned with how much closer she was to the ground if she ended up falling. It was a shorter distance to travel anyway. Her eyes fluttered around the entrance hall steps watching some people come and go. She loved to people watch, unfortuntely people were cruel and made comments as they walked passed her. Jeanne was just very much her own individual, smiled and waved back at them like she didn't hear a word they said. Did she take it to heart? Not really, it really didnt' even phase her.

[elvishbanana]

It was an average day. Jo had either doodled or slept through the majority of her classes, occasionally paying attention enough to ease her way through the lesson. She’d used her free period after lunch to color her hair with markers- this time she’d gone fuschia streaks- and sat on top of Ryan Harris and made him play his guitar for her. She’d done some bits of homework in a tree, then come in when it started to rain. Now she stood dripping in the Entrance Hall, bag kept dry by a spell, the rest of her soaked. Normally Jo loved the water- but rain made her itchy, and she had a sketch she didn’t want getting wet. Looking down at herself, Jo sighed. Her high-tops, magically turned purple to match her hair, were covered in mud, her socks hanging around her ankles. A few raggedy friendship bracelets stuck out, the colors faded from years of being around her foot. Pins and bits of ribbon hung on the dark gray skirt, her own touches to the bland Hogwarts uniform. She had ditched the sweater- and the tie was, as usual, being used as a headband. The crisp white shirt was not so crisp anymore, covered in streaks of charcoal, chalk, and mud. It was soaked- the material was slightly transparent, earning her some looks from passing boys. Jo chuckled a little as she lifted the soaking hem of the shirt, pulling her rowan wand from the waistband of her skirt and flicking it at her clothes.

The smell of the sea eased out of her wandtip, the warm air steaming her clothes off. Jo grinned, pleased that she was finally able to perform the charm without adding starch on accident. Shoving her wand back into her skirt, Jo wrung the water out of her blond-and-fuschia hair, tapping a toe in the puddle just to hear the noise.

Dry enough not to attract glares from passing girls and stares from passing boys, Jo looked around. Most of the people in the hall didn’t stop moving, constantly heading to new places. All but one.

Jo wasn’t sure whether she was a witch or a Muggle. Her clothing style was definitely non-magical, but she was plopped out on the middle of the stairs, paying no attention to the insults and snickers thrown her way. Jo smiled a little and tilted her head to one side. She recognized the girl- a seventh year, who liked bright colors as much as Jo did. She was clever enough- she had to be, to have been Sorted into Ravenclaw- but was notorious for her slightly ditzy behavior. Jo strode toward her, grinning. ”Hi,” she said as she got closer. ”You’re Jeanne, right? I’m Jo, Jo Milner.”

Jo plopped down on the smooth marble stairs next to the girl, stretching out and taking up as much space as she could. Sticking out her dusty charcoal-covered hand to shake, Jo smiled. Her arm was covered in more tattered friendship bracelets, the only nice looking thing on her wrist the silver charm bracelet from her father. Jo knew she looked odd- she knew coloring her hair with marker and magic was unusual, and she knew that having bright blue sparks shoot out of her wand at infrequent intervals looked strange- but she didn’t care. Neither did the Jeanne girl, so it seemed. Her choice in color and clothes was even more bright than Jo’s. As far as Jo was concerned, here was a kindred spirit. A fellow rainbow-child, another absentminded Ravenclaw who could pull off eccentricity with utter nonchalance- a girl that Jo liked without so much as a word.