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Casper Duluth III
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SPOILER!!: CB Quote:
Originally Posted by wood'slittleflower  so this was it?
These stairs were the infamous moving staircases? They didn't really seem like- oooooh. Ohhhh.
Hehe. Coral took a seat on the stairs and wrapped her arms around the one of the banister supports, enjoying the ride. It was a strange sort of relaxing and it pleased her to take the time to appreciate its relaxing quality instead of getting annoyed by it's constant changes when she might have been in a rush.
She slid a little closer to the banister and leaned her head against it, as it slowed into place.
SPOILER!!: Hallie Quote:
Originally Posted by swaeett hallie stood with her ankles touching, hand placed gracefully on the railing as she bent her spine backwards to look up at all the moving pieces above them. "it's amazing, isn't it?" she said loudly enough to make an echo. It gave her chills, and she allowed herself to bounce giddily for a moment. She loved old things and magic and old magic, and these stairs were magnificent. An extremely clever system, as well, if she might add. She'd probably spend days here making charts of the movements for fun.
She stood beside her sister and put both hands on the banister now, leaning over timidly like it was the side of titanic leaving harbor with no knowledge of the impending iceberg. hallie took note that this will also be a lovely place to pretend she is aboard an early 20th century passenger liner. The 1910s were her favorite time period, aesthetically speaking.
Hallie curled her hair behind her ear with her be-gloved fingers and looked down at coral, smiling at her contentment. She let her grip tighten to the banister and watched her sister protectively as the stairs slid into place, expecting much more of a shake than they got. But she hadn't lost her balance and cb hadn't been thrown down the stairs, so it was fine. Hallie turns her head with her fingers curling hair behind the other ear and glanced up and down the stairs in both directions, wondering which way to go, but also wondering if any other students were going to come pass them by.
In the year he had been absent from Hogwarts' halls, many things had changed about Casper. He was no longer the fidgety, rushing little boy too desperate to get to class. He barely went to class at all these days—only somewhat because they bored him. Neither could he stare up through the heart of the school, past the scores of moving staircases to the high vaulted ceiling; it made him dizzy. Most movement at all nauseated him, and thus the moving staircases he had once flown up, either in pursuit of knowledge or in fear of his older brother represented a new set of obstacles, of things he had to take slowly and steadily and learn anew. That particular list was lengthy, growing longer than he had previously imagined possible. Perhaps it was a blessing, given his hesitance to admit his new shortcomings, that he'd retained none of his friends over his year of absence.
It was with relative discomfort, then, that he crept up the staircase, hoping desperately that it would just... not move. He didn't really need it to; he wasn't going anywhere in particular. Just... going. He did that a lot, too. Transit without purpose. But, as he walked up behind a pair of girls, very much the same from behind in their hair and their height and their build and yet nothing else, the staircase jolted to life, just as he hadn't hoped it would, and he was stuck along for the ride.
In a poor attempt to distract himself from the towering heights above him and the terrifying drop below him, Casper focused his glassy gaze on the two other students sharing the stairs with him. They, too, were stilled, though it seemed in awe rather than fear. Newbies, then. But familiar all the same. And then, he caught the side of a smile, a flash of eyes, and recalled through his hazy memory a moment in the library.
“Hallie?” he meant to say more to himself than her—either of her, for there were two of her on the staircase, and this time it didn't seem like he was seeing double. His voice echoed, though, deeper than he had thought and a touch unfamiliar in an unsettling sort of way, across the hall and off the stairs, and he knew he had been much louder than he intended. Oh. He carded a hand through floppy, hastily-styled hair and stared down at his feet so suddenly his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. Maybe the Hallies wouldn't think he said anything if he just... pretended he didn't exist anymore.
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