Post by Alison on May 31, 2009 0:33:36 GMT -5
(I'll start with my post)
Greece. A beautiful country. Filled with delicious meats, white sandy beaches, and greek women. Really for a full pureblooded Greek man like Aristotle Khronos himself, this was his sanctuary, his realm of peace. He sighed as he sat on his uncle's boat as his uncle was fishing.
His uncle is a wizard, but he loved the simple life of fishing on a boat. His sons, Apollo, and Nike were ages ten and twelve respectfully and loved to go swimming and fishing with their father and cousin Aristotle himself. "Ari! Ari! Look!" Apollo shouted, his dark brown curly hair falling over his lightly tanned face, his blue eyes lighting up brightly. Aristotle sat up from his spot on the bow of the boat, his legs dangling over the edge. He wore an off-white v-necked loose t-shirt, with jean shorts that came to his knees. His brown flip flops lay beside him. "What is it Apollo?" He asked, looking over at his youngest cousin. "A dolphin!" shouted Nike, who was standing next to him with a grin on his face. Nike had brown short hair that was kept straight, he too had light blue eyes and tanned skin like his younger brother.
"Very cool." Aristotle grinned at them. They were so easily amused by everything. And to think, they live here almost 24/7. This was just Aristotle's summer home. He still have one year left of Hogwarts and then he's back here to live here for the rest of his life. He too was like his family, laid back, barbeques on the veranda, parties on the beach, celebrating life, and going fishing. "Ari! Can you come here for a second?" His uncle, Demitris called out for him. Demitris was only in his mid-30s, with curly brown hair that was tied in a low ponytail. He had brown eyes, and tanned skin. You can see that they all look like each other. Aristotle nodded. "Coming!" He called, getting up and slipping his sandals on his feet.
He looked over at his cousins and ruffled their hair. "Be careful you two." He advised. The two boys grinned and nodded, obeying Aristotle's orders. Aristotle sighed as he walked over to Demitris. "What do you want me to do?" He asked with a grin towards Demitris. Demitris grinned. "Can you get that net out of hte water with me? It has the fish that we need." Aristotle nodded. "Sure." He moved to get one side as Demitris grabbed the other. After counting up to three aloud, they hoisted up the net and dumped it into a huge wooden crate.
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Hours later, Aristotle made his way off of the docks after helping Demitris with the fish. His father wasn't around, but that was expected of him. His father worked in the Greek Ministry of Magic and he worked hard. His mother was at the family home, cooking and talking with his sisters, and his girl cousins, and his aunts. Like any other Greek family, they have a lot of relatives. Aristotle sighed as he looked at himself in the reflection of the water and grinned to himself cheekily. He didn't look dirty, that's for sure. Straight black hair cascaded down to his shoulders, light blue eyes that took in so much light that there were just pinpricks of the pupil, tanned skin, muscled body from the heavy man-handling work down at the docks. He was a good looking seventeen year old. And he did know it.
He shoved his hands into his jean shorts pockets and grinned feeling the change. Maybe he could pick himself up a small snack before dinner. He looked around before walking into a small alleyway. There it is. He took out his wand from his back jeans pocket and tapped a small red brick three times. Then the walls opened and Aristotle made his way inside the open air Greek Diagon Alley. There were many shops just like in London, but on the outside it had the same white building Greek feel. His family home was just like those greek houses that was tucked into a cliffside. It had a gorgeous view of the ocean, which he loved to lay outside and look out at the water daily.
He looked up to see a girl in a white dress walking in the marketplace. Aristotle raised an eyebrow and made his way over to her. "Adele? What are you doing here in Greece?" Well, Aristotle did know Adele. They did work together on a Potions project last year. He ran his fingers through his hair and raised his other eyebrow in interest. He wondered briefly why she was in Greece.
Greece. A beautiful country. Filled with delicious meats, white sandy beaches, and greek women. Really for a full pureblooded Greek man like Aristotle Khronos himself, this was his sanctuary, his realm of peace. He sighed as he sat on his uncle's boat as his uncle was fishing.
His uncle is a wizard, but he loved the simple life of fishing on a boat. His sons, Apollo, and Nike were ages ten and twelve respectfully and loved to go swimming and fishing with their father and cousin Aristotle himself. "Ari! Ari! Look!" Apollo shouted, his dark brown curly hair falling over his lightly tanned face, his blue eyes lighting up brightly. Aristotle sat up from his spot on the bow of the boat, his legs dangling over the edge. He wore an off-white v-necked loose t-shirt, with jean shorts that came to his knees. His brown flip flops lay beside him. "What is it Apollo?" He asked, looking over at his youngest cousin. "A dolphin!" shouted Nike, who was standing next to him with a grin on his face. Nike had brown short hair that was kept straight, he too had light blue eyes and tanned skin like his younger brother.
"Very cool." Aristotle grinned at them. They were so easily amused by everything. And to think, they live here almost 24/7. This was just Aristotle's summer home. He still have one year left of Hogwarts and then he's back here to live here for the rest of his life. He too was like his family, laid back, barbeques on the veranda, parties on the beach, celebrating life, and going fishing. "Ari! Can you come here for a second?" His uncle, Demitris called out for him. Demitris was only in his mid-30s, with curly brown hair that was tied in a low ponytail. He had brown eyes, and tanned skin. You can see that they all look like each other. Aristotle nodded. "Coming!" He called, getting up and slipping his sandals on his feet.
He looked over at his cousins and ruffled their hair. "Be careful you two." He advised. The two boys grinned and nodded, obeying Aristotle's orders. Aristotle sighed as he walked over to Demitris. "What do you want me to do?" He asked with a grin towards Demitris. Demitris grinned. "Can you get that net out of hte water with me? It has the fish that we need." Aristotle nodded. "Sure." He moved to get one side as Demitris grabbed the other. After counting up to three aloud, they hoisted up the net and dumped it into a huge wooden crate.
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Hours later, Aristotle made his way off of the docks after helping Demitris with the fish. His father wasn't around, but that was expected of him. His father worked in the Greek Ministry of Magic and he worked hard. His mother was at the family home, cooking and talking with his sisters, and his girl cousins, and his aunts. Like any other Greek family, they have a lot of relatives. Aristotle sighed as he looked at himself in the reflection of the water and grinned to himself cheekily. He didn't look dirty, that's for sure. Straight black hair cascaded down to his shoulders, light blue eyes that took in so much light that there were just pinpricks of the pupil, tanned skin, muscled body from the heavy man-handling work down at the docks. He was a good looking seventeen year old. And he did know it.
He shoved his hands into his jean shorts pockets and grinned feeling the change. Maybe he could pick himself up a small snack before dinner. He looked around before walking into a small alleyway. There it is. He took out his wand from his back jeans pocket and tapped a small red brick three times. Then the walls opened and Aristotle made his way inside the open air Greek Diagon Alley. There were many shops just like in London, but on the outside it had the same white building Greek feel. His family home was just like those greek houses that was tucked into a cliffside. It had a gorgeous view of the ocean, which he loved to lay outside and look out at the water daily.
He looked up to see a girl in a white dress walking in the marketplace. Aristotle raised an eyebrow and made his way over to her. "Adele? What are you doing here in Greece?" Well, Aristotle did know Adele. They did work together on a Potions project last year. He ran his fingers through his hair and raised his other eyebrow in interest. He wondered briefly why she was in Greece.