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ashfig · 09-21-2012, 06:15 AM

SPOILER!!: ELLIOT AND ETHAN

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Originally Posted by emjay

SPOILER!!: Elliot, Matt, and Nate

Sitting in a particularly comfy, plush chair near the fireplace, Ethan had nearly finished penning his letter to his cousin at Beauxbatons. His focus was more on the flames in the fireplace than his letter, however, and his eyelids started to grow heavy as he watched the nearly hypnotizing fire... or maybe he was just bored. Either way, his attention was diverted by the boy in the chair next to him... or rather the boy falling out of the chair next to him. Ethan turned towards the two boys as the one tipped the chair and one came tumbling out of it.

What the what?

The fifth year watched curiously for a moment as he heard the chair-tipper speak. Elliot's chair? He looked over at the girl the boy gestured towards. The one whose eyes were shooting daggers at the other two boys. Apparently she had wanted that seat. Chuckling to himself over how ridiculous that scene had been, he turned towards the boys. "Listen, mate," he said to the chair-tipper, "It's one thing to offer your chair to a lady..." Not to mention good manners. "But chucking your buddy out of his seat... well, that's just wrong." Besides, she hadn't even asked. She just... glared. And that was no way to get what you wanted. Although apparently it was today.

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

PFFFT. Elliot raised an eyebrow at Nate. She had never talked to the kid, but she didn't care. And she sooo could have handled it herself...really...but she was happy she had her chair.

Sure, anyone could sit there...

...When Elliot wasn't in the room. HEr facial features remained annoyed, though, as she opened her book. She ignored the little trio...deciding not to butt in too much. They seemed occupied, and Merlin knew how annoyed Elliot would be if someone was trying to just butt into their conversation. MEH.

She heard him...some new boy...she had never seen him before...maybe she had, she didn't know! Or care, really. She raised a dangerous eyebrow at him..."I like this seat. I should write my name on it." She said in her drawl, eyeing him dangerously, now.

Hmph.

Elliot was SCARY. Or at least working on it.

Cora watched from across the room as Elliot and Ethan had some sort of fight. She couldn't tell exactly what it was about, but hoped Elliot wasn't being too mean. Cora had an urge to walk up and defend Ethan, but then again Elliot was like her best friend. Confused as to what to do, Cora made to walk towards them, when Eliza replied, getting Cora focused. It was probably for the better. Cora didn't really like confrontation. She just hoped everyone was getting along.

SPOILER!!: Eliza!

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Originally Posted by DecemberMoon

Eliza laughed too. It was kind of funny to think about. If the muggles only knew how easy magic and owls could make communicating! She was sure they’d be completely irritated for having wasted so much time for so long. It was really too bad that witches and wizards couldn’t just be open about magic with the muggles. She was sure they’d all get used to it eventually, right?

She’d been right; Cora didn’t know about telephones. This didn’t really surprise her. I mean, why would she know? Especially if her mom’s a bit paranoid, she thought. “A telephone is what muggles use to talk to each other from their own houses. Kind of like how our howlers have the voice of the sender? Well it’s like that…ehh...” This was really hard to explain. Perplexed at how to have this make sense, she remembered her sketch book. “Oh, gosh! I can just draw it for you!” She pulled out her sketchbook and did a quick diagram of what telephones looked like, how they were connected by wires across miles and miles. Then she drew one person on a phone in one house, connected to another person’s phone in another house. Maybe that would make sense. "See?"

She gratefully took all of this information about Kneazles down on her parchment. Names? “No, I guess I haven’t gotten that far yet. Depends on how it acts I guess.” She shrugged and smiled.

Happy to see that Cora enjoyed flying a lot too, Eliza said, “Thanks. It really is great! And thanks for saying you’d watch me play. I mean, if I ever did. That’s really nice.” She was feeling more comfortable at Hogwarts each day and Cora was largely to thank for it. “No I don’t have a favorite team either. Not yet anyway.”

She hadn’t pushed before about the details of Cora’s family issues, but since she mentioned it again, Eliza thought that maybe she was ready to talk about it with someone. She didn’t like to see Cora upset, so she hoped her wanting to know more would be able to help Cora in some way. She fumbled with the stitching on her sleeve for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to approach this topic. “…Um, Cora?” She softened her expression and turned her big, sincere eyes to her new friend. “If you’re okay talking about it…H-how, erm…What happened to your dad?” Hazel eyes awaiting her response, she added, “Of course it’s none of my business if you don’t want to say. I would completely understand.”

Telephones, as Eliza called them, sounded so strange to Cora. She was perplexed, and maybe not as interested in them due to the fact that they had to do with muggles, but just because of their possible use to Cora. It would be nice to always have some way of contacting others if she went back to being stuck indoors. The concept didn't make sense to her really until Eliza compared them to howlers. "Oh. I get it. Like howlers," Cora said, partly to herself, repeating what Eliza had said. She watched patiently as a drawing of a telephone was sketched. "You're a good artist," Cora observed. "Well, at least I think you are. I'm not really sure what these are SUPPOSED to look like. But I think I get it now. I will have to get me one of these."

Cora was glad Eliza seemed so pleased when she said she would watch her play. Cora had meant it. "I mean it. I would come. And if that's something you're interested in, I'm sure you will succeed."

Cora blinked at Eliza, shocked. No one had actually asked about her father before, probably because Cora did her best to avoid the subject. She didn't mind, of course, she just left it alone usually. She didn't know how to put this really, since she wasn't sure herself what had happened. But she knew she wanted to open up to Eliza, since Cora didn't think that she could stay good friends with her if she didn't open up. "Well, it's a bit complicated." Cora started tentatively, uncomfortable yet confident. "He used to work in the Ministry. I'm not really sure what he did there, just that it was either too secretive or too complicated for a seven year old to understand. W-we were...going on vacation, to see our first real quidditch match. He had to stop in at work before going, so we, my mom, my older sister, and I, were supposed to meet him at the portkey." Cora's big eyes were definitely a bit glossy but she continued.

"Something went wrong at work. Dad was late and we missed the portkey. We almost turned back for home when he...when he came for us." Cora's voice was a bit broken now, though she tried to hide it. So many times she had wondered why he couldn't have just left them there and escaped. "He had been in some sort of fight, so when he apparated, two wizards came with him. They were really angry at him. When my mother realized what was going on, it was too late. Outnumbered two to one, my dad was trapped. He yelled for Mom to apparate with us, and to leave him, but she couldn't." Cora looked at the ground, not wanting to get emotional. She had often wondered what the scene had looked like. "I don't remember much more but screams. His, my mom's, mine maybe. I don't even remember anything until the next day. Mom had apparated with us back home." Cora thought about him on the ground, and had to wipe tears from her face. It had happened when she was half her age, but it still hurt. Cora vaguely remembered things after that. How she hadn't spoken for months. How she was afraid to go outside. How every little thing would remind her of him. It was different now, but still.

09-21-2012, 06:15 AM	#153 (permalink)
ashfig Firecrab Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: In the clouds Posts: 723 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Clearwater Fourth Year	SPOILER!!: ELLIOT AND ETHAN Quote: Originally Posted by emjay SPOILER!!: Elliot, Matt, and Nate Sitting in a particularly comfy, plush chair near the fireplace, Ethan had nearly finished penning his letter to his cousin at Beauxbatons. His focus was more on the flames in the fireplace than his letter, however, and his eyelids started to grow heavy as he watched the nearly hypnotizing fire... or maybe he was just bored. Either way, his attention was diverted by the boy in the chair next to him... or rather the boy falling out of the chair next to him. Ethan turned towards the two boys as the one tipped the chair and one came tumbling out of it. What the what? The fifth year watched curiously for a moment as he heard the chair-tipper speak. Elliot's chair? He looked over at the girl the boy gestured towards. The one whose eyes were shooting daggers at the other two boys. Apparently she had wanted that seat. Chuckling to himself over how ridiculous that scene had been, he turned towards the boys. "Listen, mate," he said to the chair-tipper, "It's one thing to offer your chair to a lady..." Not to mention good manners. "But chucking your buddy out of his seat... well, that's just wrong." Besides, she hadn't even asked. She just... glared. And that was no way to get what you wanted. Although apparently it was today. Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz PFFFT. Elliot raised an eyebrow at Nate. She had never talked to the kid, but she didn't care. And she sooo could have handled it herself...really...but she was happy she had her chair. Sure, anyone could sit there... ...When Elliot wasn't in the room. HEr facial features remained annoyed, though, as she opened her book. She ignored the little trio...deciding not to butt in too much. They seemed occupied, and Merlin knew how annoyed Elliot would be if someone was trying to just butt into their conversation. MEH. She heard him...some new boy...she had never seen him before...maybe she had, she didn't know! Or care, really. She raised a dangerous eyebrow at him..."I like this seat. I should write my name on it." She said in her drawl, eyeing him dangerously, now. Hmph. Elliot was SCARY. Or at least working on it. Cora watched from across the room as Elliot and Ethan had some sort of fight. She couldn't tell exactly what it was about, but hoped Elliot wasn't being too mean. Cora had an urge to walk up and defend Ethan, but then again Elliot was like her best friend. Confused as to what to do, Cora made to walk towards them, when Eliza replied, getting Cora focused. It was probably for the better. Cora didn't really like confrontation. She just hoped everyone was getting along. SPOILER!!: Eliza! Quote: Originally Posted by DecemberMoon Eliza laughed too. It was kind of funny to think about. If the muggles only knew how easy magic and owls could make communicating! She was sure they’d be completely irritated for having wasted so much time for so long. It was really too bad that witches and wizards couldn’t just be open about magic with the muggles. She was sure they’d all get used to it eventually, right? She’d been right; Cora didn’t know about telephones. This didn’t really surprise her. I mean, why would she know? Especially if her mom’s a bit paranoid, she thought. “A telephone is what muggles use to talk to each other from their own houses. Kind of like how our howlers have the voice of the sender? Well it’s like that…ehh...” This was really hard to explain. Perplexed at how to have this make sense, she remembered her sketch book. “Oh, gosh! I can just draw it for you!” She pulled out her sketchbook and did a quick diagram of what telephones looked like, how they were connected by wires across miles and miles. Then she drew one person on a phone in one house, connected to another person’s phone in another house. Maybe that would make sense. "See?" She gratefully took all of this information about Kneazles down on her parchment. Names? “No, I guess I haven’t gotten that far yet. Depends on how it acts I guess.” She shrugged and smiled. Happy to see that Cora enjoyed flying a lot too, Eliza said, “Thanks. It really is great! And thanks for saying you’d watch me play. I mean, if I ever did. That’s really nice.” She was feeling more comfortable at Hogwarts each day and Cora was largely to thank for it. “No I don’t have a favorite team either. Not yet anyway.” She hadn’t pushed before about the details of Cora’s family issues, but since she mentioned it again, Eliza thought that maybe she was ready to talk about it with someone. She didn’t like to see Cora upset, so she hoped her wanting to know more would be able to help Cora in some way. She fumbled with the stitching on her sleeve for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to approach this topic. “…Um, Cora?” She softened her expression and turned her big, sincere eyes to her new friend. “If you’re okay talking about it…H-how, erm…What happened to your dad?” Hazel eyes awaiting her response, she added, “Of course it’s none of my business if you don’t want to say. I would completely understand.” Telephones, as Eliza called them, sounded so strange to Cora. She was perplexed, and maybe not as interested in them due to the fact that they had to do with muggles, but just because of their possible use to Cora. It would be nice to always have some way of contacting others if she went back to being stuck indoors. The concept didn't make sense to her really until Eliza compared them to howlers. "Oh. I get it. Like howlers," Cora said, partly to herself, repeating what Eliza had said. She watched patiently as a drawing of a telephone was sketched. "You're a good artist," Cora observed. "Well, at least I think you are. I'm not really sure what these are SUPPOSED to look like. But I think I get it now. I will have to get me one of these." Cora was glad Eliza seemed so pleased when she said she would watch her play. Cora had meant it. "I mean it. I would come. And if that's something you're interested in, I'm sure you will succeed." Cora blinked at Eliza, shocked. No one had actually asked about her father before, probably because Cora did her best to avoid the subject. She didn't mind, of course, she just left it alone usually. She didn't know how to put this really, since she wasn't sure herself what had happened. But she knew she wanted to open up to Eliza, since Cora didn't think that she could stay good friends with her if she didn't open up. "Well, it's a bit complicated." Cora started tentatively, uncomfortable yet confident. "He used to work in the Ministry. I'm not really sure what he did there, just that it was either too secretive or too complicated for a seven year old to understand. W-we were...going on vacation, to see our first real quidditch match. He had to stop in at work before going, so we, my mom, my older sister, and I, were supposed to meet him at the portkey." Cora's big eyes were definitely a bit glossy but she continued. "Something went wrong at work. Dad was late and we missed the portkey. We almost turned back for home when he...when he came for us." Cora's voice was a bit broken now, though she tried to hide it. So many times she had wondered why he couldn't have just left them there and escaped. "He had been in some sort of fight, so when he apparated, two wizards came with him. They were really angry at him. When my mother realized what was going on, it was too late. Outnumbered two to one, my dad was trapped. He yelled for Mom to apparate with us, and to leave him, but she couldn't." Cora looked at the ground, not wanting to get emotional. She had often wondered what the scene had looked like. "I don't remember much more but screams. His, my mom's, mine maybe. I don't even remember anything until the next day. Mom had apparated with us back home." Cora thought about him on the ground, and had to wipe tears from her face. It had happened when she was half her age, but it still hurt. Cora vaguely remembered things after that. How she hadn't spoken for months. How she was afraid to go outside. How every little thing would remind her of him. It was different now, but still. __________________ Rainbows. And butterflies.