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DecemberMoon · 09-25-2012, 03:32 AM

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Originally Posted by ashfig

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.

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.

Cora was distracted by a couple of students in the common room and Eliza wondered if she was keeping her from talking to them. She decided to continue their conversation first, and when she did - Cora seemed to be listening fully. She made a mental note to ask her about them in a minute.

Eliza blushed when Cora said she was a good artist. “Thanks,” she smiled and laughed. “Yeah I guess it would be easy to say that since you’ve never seen a phone before.” She put her sketchpad away and said, “And not to toot my own horn but I think they looked about right.”

Eliza tried to picture herself in a crowded stadium, flying dangerously high on a broom. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be that comfortable, but she wasn’t going to rule it out. “Thanks,” she said again and smiled.

She let out what she hoped was an inaudible breath of air. She was mentally crossing all of her fingers and toes that she hadn’t gone too far with her nosy question. She just really wanted to understand.

As soon as Cora said her dad worked at the Ministry, she knew it must’ve been something terrible that happened. Her father had wanted to work there, but her mother forbade it. She’d heard too many horror stories about workers having trouble with the secrets they kept, or with whomever they kept them from. She listened intently as Cora told her account of what happened that night.

Her eyes widened as the tale went on. She tried to regain control of her expression. She wanted to be helpful, not stir up anxiety in the poor girl. She found herself reaching out to lightly touch Cora’s arm as she went on. Hoping not to interrupt her, she let her arm drop back down and nodded to show she was following. She couldn’t imagine the panic her family must’ve felt as they watched their husband and father be so helpless to protect himself or them.

When Cora had finished, she found herself struggling for the right words to say. Tears had begun to form in her own eyes as she watched Cora wipe hers away. Careful not to stutter, she said, “Cora, I am so, so sorry.” She wanted to be strong for her friend, so she choked back her tears. “That must’ve been so hard for you and your family.”

She looked at the girl whom earlier she had placed so far beyond herself in life and the knowledge of magic, and saw that she was not so different from herself - from anyone really. Any person anywhere could be struggling with something like this, she thought. She was glad that Cora had shared this personal moment with her. She would not forget it, ever. Eliza felt that maybe Cora was supposed to drop her book on the train earlier that term. Maybe Eliza was meant to help Cora somehow. She seemed fine at school, sure, but she knew a life touched by such loss must not always be what it seems.

“I…I know that your mom is, um, a bit strict now - and understandably so,” she added “but I just want you to know that if you or your family ever need anything, I’m sure my parents would do whatever they could to help out. Even though your mom’s never met them or anything…” She shifted the strap of her bag. “And thank you. Thank you for sharing that with me. That was really brave.” She gave her a small smile.

Eliza wasn’t sure what to say next. Any trivial class talk felt like it would just wash away Cora’s honest moment. Not wanting her silence to make Cora feel awkward though, she finally said, “So um, do you know those kids over there?” She gestured to the ones by the chairs that had been talking loudly earlier.

09-25-2012, 03:32 AM	#173 (permalink)
DecemberMoon Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: Michigan, USA Posts: 999 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Neladara Dawnsel Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by ashfig 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. 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. Cora was distracted by a couple of students in the common room and Eliza wondered if she was keeping her from talking to them. She decided to continue their conversation first, and when she did - Cora seemed to be listening fully. She made a mental note to ask her about them in a minute. Eliza blushed when Cora said she was a good artist. “Thanks,” she smiled and laughed. “Yeah I guess it would be easy to say that since you’ve never seen a phone before.” She put her sketchpad away and said, “And not to toot my own horn but I think they looked about right.” Eliza tried to picture herself in a crowded stadium, flying dangerously high on a broom. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be that comfortable, but she wasn’t going to rule it out. “Thanks,” she said again and smiled. She let out what she hoped was an inaudible breath of air. She was mentally crossing all of her fingers and toes that she hadn’t gone too far with her nosy question. She just really wanted to understand. As soon as Cora said her dad worked at the Ministry, she knew it must’ve been something terrible that happened. Her father had wanted to work there, but her mother forbade it. She’d heard too many horror stories about workers having trouble with the secrets they kept, or with whomever they kept them from. She listened intently as Cora told her account of what happened that night. Her eyes widened as the tale went on. She tried to regain control of her expression. She wanted to be helpful, not stir up anxiety in the poor girl. She found herself reaching out to lightly touch Cora’s arm as she went on. Hoping not to interrupt her, she let her arm drop back down and nodded to show she was following. She couldn’t imagine the panic her family must’ve felt as they watched their husband and father be so helpless to protect himself or them. When Cora had finished, she found herself struggling for the right words to say. Tears had begun to form in her own eyes as she watched Cora wipe hers away. Careful not to stutter, she said, “Cora, I am so, so sorry.” She wanted to be strong for her friend, so she choked back her tears. “That must’ve been so hard for you and your family.” She looked at the girl whom earlier she had placed so far beyond herself in life and the knowledge of magic, and saw that she was not so different from herself - from anyone really. Any person anywhere could be struggling with something like this, she thought. She was glad that Cora had shared this personal moment with her. She would not forget it, ever. Eliza felt that maybe Cora was supposed to drop her book on the train earlier that term. Maybe Eliza was meant to help Cora somehow. She seemed fine at school, sure, but she knew a life touched by such loss must not always be what it seems. “I…I know that your mom is, um, a bit strict now - and understandably so,” she added “but I just want you to know that if you or your family ever need anything, I’m sure my parents would do whatever they could to help out. Even though your mom’s never met them or anything…” She shifted the strap of her bag. “And thank you. Thank you for sharing that with me. That was really brave.” She gave her a small smile. Eliza wasn’t sure what to say next. Any trivial class talk felt like it would just wash away Cora’s honest moment. Not wanting her silence to make Cora feel awkward though, she finally said, “So um, do you know those kids over there?” She gestured to the ones by the chairs that had been talking loudly earlier.