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Magical Soul · 09-09-2012, 08:12 PM

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She raised her head quickly to look at him, a bit, taken aback by his words. "I.. I didn't mean it like that!" What she said, it wasn't supposed to make him feel bad or even remorse she--

Sigh. There was only one way to explain and she better do it right away before things became even more tangled and complicated.

The Ravenclaw leaned against the swing's back and started talking, playing with the quill and the wand. "There was a cat. Golden brown mixed with snowy white, big green eyes. She hated pinkness but her owner insisted on wrapping this bright pink ribbon around her neck." Louisa chuckled, halfheartedly, her eyes fixated on the sticks in her hands. "And so the cat ran away. Her twelve years old owner started looking for her, along with a fourteen years old friend. Knockturn Alley is where all three of them end up in."

A pause followed, in which Louisa rubbed her dry eyes, cleared her throat and continued, "Bad bad decision. I didn't even know what that place is and neither did Vashti." The cryptic way was thrown away so suddenly, "But I wanted to get my cat back to prove to my mom that I was responsible and not that spoiled hasty girl." She let out an exasperrated sigh and rubbed her dry eyes once again. It was the first time ever that she told this story to someone, Vashti was there and Joshua already knew about her cat. Vickers was the first unrelated person who knows.

"But h-he was there. And he hates cats." Her surroundings started to dull in color and all movement around them somehow slowed down. "It was the first time I heard of the Cruciatus curse. And it killed my cat two months later. I wanted her ghost to get up and take revenge from the man so I buried her behind a brick in the wall of Knockturn Alley entrance." It didn't sound this stupid and silly when you were twelve. She stared and waved her wand randomly, absently. "Last year, I've had two dreams of Kitty. I wanted to visit her grave. I went there twice, both times the man would show up and I'd escape." She kept Daichi's name out of it. "Then a week before Hogwarts Express this summer, I went with a trainee Auror and a friend to get her grave out." Her wand-holding hand stilled then and she almost forgot about the boy sitting nearby, "But bringing him along wasn't enough." Her free hand touched her hair gingerly, "H-he... I'm not a brave girl, Vickers." She looked up at him for the first time since she started her tale. "I thought I c-could handle a-anything but h-he could smell my f-fear." A sob surfaced then, "And th-then he made sure I d-don't sleep at n-night by holding me s-so close to his f-filthy breath."

She paused, wiping her cheeks and containing any future sobs. "I can s-sometime feel his hand t-twisting my hair again a-and again." Which made her gather her hair into a bun again, fixing it with the quill she brought along. "It's d-didn't end there. H-he took him." And the contained sobs leaked through her words again, "J-joshua. He's g-gone. I couldn't d-do anything. I chickened out. I j-just stayed there, w-watching them g-go..."

The wand in her hand felt the emotion and magic course through the girl's body like electricity, and slowly the vines, hugging the trellis around the swing, started inching away from the passive energy that's been newly born. If you tune out the faint sniffing of the Ravenclaw, you can even hear distant, solemn humming too...

09-09-2012, 08:12 PM	#10 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Text Cut: V4Vanderbilt Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen He felt her fingers lace between his own and he gently closed any gap between their hands. There was something comfortably familiar about this but also a kind of novelty-- just last term they were both here at this very spot but everything about them now seemed morr.... vibrant. He pressed his feet against the ground as he helped push their swing while listening to her speak about her father. Her grasp tightened and his brows furrowed ever so slightly. He can hear her talk about her father but the subtle action of her hand tensing up as she recounts the episode speaks so much more than what her words can express. She didn’t want anything to do with that man, and him with her, no matter how well meaning he may be-- which of course Vickers has no idea of knowing for certain since he has never met the man. But perhaps he understands this defiance-- if one day his father suddenly sends him a greeting card out of the blue he’d probably end up losing it without so much as a care. And then she let go of his hand. He took that as her being upset with him, but for the train incident. He felt worse now for it, even when Louisa said It was fine now, her actions spoke volumes more to him (unfortunately for the wrong reasons this time). He drew his hand back to his lap as he dejectedly shifted his eyes on them. Awkward pause and then finally this ”Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” he murmured ruefully, willing himself to look into her eyes to show the sincerity of his words.... .....It was then that he noticed that odd lopping of her hair as it cascades around her face. Distracted brow-furrowing. Was it just his ~~unlikely~~ faulty memory or did her hair not quite look like that when they were touring the Ministry? She raised her head quickly to look at him, a bit, taken aback by his words. "I.. I didn't mean it like that!" What she said, it wasn't supposed to make him feel bad or even remorse she-- Sigh. There was only one way to explain and she better do it right away before things became even more tangled and complicated. The Ravenclaw leaned against the swing's back and started talking, playing with the quill and the wand. "There was a cat. Golden brown mixed with snowy white, big green eyes. She hated pinkness but her owner insisted on wrapping this bright pink ribbon around her neck." Louisa chuckled, halfheartedly, her eyes fixated on the sticks in her hands. "And so the cat ran away. Her twelve years old owner started looking for her, along with a fourteen years old friend. Knockturn Alley is where all three of them end up in." A pause followed, in which Louisa rubbed her dry eyes, cleared her throat and continued, "Bad bad decision. I didn't even know what that place is and neither did Vashti." The cryptic way was thrown away so suddenly, "But I wanted to get my cat back to prove to my mom that I was responsible and not that spoiled hasty girl." She let out an exasperrated sigh and rubbed her dry eyes once again. It was the first time ever that she told this story to someone, Vashti was there and Joshua already knew about her cat. Vickers was the first unrelated person who knows. "But h-he was there. And he hates cats." Her surroundings started to dull in color and all movement around them somehow slowed down. "It was the first time I heard of the Cruciatus curse. And it killed my cat two months later. I wanted her ghost to get up and take revenge from the man so I buried her behind a brick in the wall of Knockturn Alley entrance." It didn't sound this stupid and silly when you were twelve. She stared and waved her wand randomly, absently. "Last year, I've had two dreams of Kitty. I wanted to visit her grave. I went there twice, both times the man would show up and I'd escape." She kept Daichi's name out of it. "Then a week before Hogwarts Express this summer, I went with a trainee Auror and a friend to get her grave out." Her wand-holding hand stilled then and she almost forgot about the boy sitting nearby, "But bringing him along wasn't enough." Her free hand touched her hair gingerly, "H-he... I'm not a brave girl, Vickers." She looked up at him for the first time since she started her tale. "I thought I c-could handle a-anything but h-he could smell my f-fear." A sob surfaced then, "And th-then he made sure I d-don't sleep at n-night by holding me s-so close to his f-filthy breath." She paused, wiping her cheeks and containing any future sobs. "I can s-sometime feel his hand t-twisting my hair again a-and again." Which made her gather her hair into a bun again, fixing it with the quill she brought along. "It's d-didn't end there. H-he took him." And the contained sobs leaked through her words again, "J-joshua. He's g-gone. I couldn't d-do anything. I chickened out. I j-just stayed there, w-watching them g-go..." The wand in her hand felt the emotion and magic course through the girl's body like electricity, and slowly the vines, hugging the trellis around the swing, started inching away from the passive energy that's been newly born. If you tune out the faint sniffing of the Ravenclaw, you can even hear distant, solemn humming too...