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keepmeclose22 · 02-03-2015, 09:31 PM

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Originally Posted by carpediem

Ophelia smiled brightly when she realized he liked the alien tummy baby picture, watching it put carefully in his bag. Good, it was made specifically for him, the second year had hoped he would like it as much as she liked making the picture. And apparently he did?

Anyway, now that they were alone, it was the prefect time to just sit and talk. They didn't do that often, what with all of the exploring to be done and that pointless argument in the Great Hall. Seriously, Ophelia would have called herself completely childish back then, and that was only a few months ago. But the twelve year old had grown and changed, and now she felt old enough to make better choices and not blow up the minute something went wrong. Sure, the grey eyed girl still had a temper, but it was being worked on. One step at a time here.

Hugs. Tight, ROYAL style hugs. Settling into the hug, the Ravenclaw smiled wider, if that was even possible, glad to be talking to him again. It was like ninety years since they had a conversation last. The kid was basically married and a Grandmother by now! Which meant that him being a year older, he was somebodies Grandfather now, old and grey. She giggled at the thought of him being an old man with a cane and some grand kids on his lap. He was a funny old fart, wasn't he?

"I'm so glad to see you again, man! It's been so long since we've talked we're both basically old farts with thirty grand children and rent to pay!" And that was why she was giggling. Because even Ophelia admitted she would be a silly looking old person. Standing at five feet tall with a slightly hunched back and her curly hair greying until it was completely silver. Yep, that was the prettiest Ophelia. Although, hopefully curly hair would be able to be tamed by then, because there were certain day when she was waiting for her hair to thin so it wouldn't be such a mess. Anyway, she was rambling. Although, that was the Ophelia way. She was an open book that didn't shut up and he was pretty much someone who liked to keep his problems hidden.

And speaking of problems, there was still the big mention. The thing that happened at the feast. The Ravenclaw might have said some things she didn't exactly mean, and now was the perfect time to straighten everything out. Cough cough. However, this was a pretty intense subject to get into, and Ophelia wasn't sure if now was the best time to get into it. Should she let the older kid get into the topic first? Wait until they were all out of gummy bears and had a rousing laugh about nothing in particular? How did these things work?

Austin laughed as Ophelia mentioned them both as old farts. Sure, he could imagine himself as an old grey haired man with a cane yelling at youngins to get off his lawn. But Ophelia, well she could be rolling around in a wheelchair, or with a cane, running people over and laughing maniacally as she rode away. "Yea, you'll end up looking like our friend here." He laughed and pointed up to the humpbacked statue. He was kidding of course, but it was still really funny to imagine her up there making that face.

As his laughter settled, his mind was brought to the Start of Term feast. He had made some stupid choices, and said even worse things. He popped a few more gummy bears in his mouth to give him more time to think. Where would one start? Maybe with an apology. "I'm sorry." He said this while looking down. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid eye contact. It was mainly because he didn't want her to see the tears forming. It had been a crappy summer, and not a lot of attention had been given to him. He spent most of his days taking care of his younger sister. Even his dad didn't seem to notice that he had gotten in trouble. If his mother were still around, she would have sent at least three howlers, while his dad would be heard in the background laughing.

Now the letters he received were all about his younger sister. Austin had a whole envelope full of moving pictures of the young girl crawling along the ground. He could almost hear the giggles that usually came from her tiny mouth. The third year hated all of them. Except one. But he didn't want to talk about that picture. He would rather focus on the fact that he hated the little alien. At least for now.

Turning his thoughts back to the current conversation, he turned to Ophelia. "I didn't mean for anything like that to happen," Once he started, he couldn't stop. "I didn't mean for you to get in trouble, you didn't deserve that. I was just frustrated and embarrassed and the more that snake started talking, the more it seemed to bother you, which bothered me a lot, and I didn't know what to do, so I lashed out, and I didn't mean to. Are your parents mad? Are you leaving Hogwarts? Do you hate me?" He took a breath after that run on sentence. At this point, tears were running down his face, although he didn't make any crying sounds. It was a trick he had mastered over his summer. He had spent nights being as quiet as he could, so as not to wake the baby or his sleeping father. But it didn't mean tears didn't fall.

02-03-2015, 09:31 PM	#13 (permalink)
keepmeclose22 DMAC Billywig Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 3,795 Hogwarts RPG Name: Evangeline Whitlock Slytherin First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by carpediem Ophelia smiled brightly when she realized he liked the alien tummy baby picture, watching it put carefully in his bag. Good, it was made specifically for him, the second year had hoped he would like it as much as she liked making the picture. And apparently he did? Anyway, now that they were alone, it was the prefect time to just sit and talk. They didn't do that often, what with all of the exploring to be done and that pointless argument in the Great Hall. Seriously, Ophelia would have called herself completely childish back then, and that was only a few months ago. But the twelve year old had grown and changed, and now she felt old enough to make better choices and not blow up the minute something went wrong. Sure, the grey eyed girl still had a temper, but it was being worked on. One step at a time here. Hugs. Tight, ROYAL style hugs. Settling into the hug, the Ravenclaw smiled wider, if that was even possible, glad to be talking to him again. It was like ninety years since they had a conversation last. The kid was basically married and a Grandmother by now! Which meant that him being a year older, he was somebodies Grandfather now, old and grey. She giggled at the thought of him being an old man with a cane and some grand kids on his lap. He was a funny old fart, wasn't he? "I'm so glad to see you again, man! It's been so long since we've talked we're both basically old farts with thirty grand children and rent to pay!" And that was why she was giggling. Because even Ophelia admitted she would be a silly looking old person. Standing at five feet tall with a slightly hunched back and her curly hair greying until it was completely silver. Yep, that was the prettiest Ophelia. Although, hopefully curly hair would be able to be tamed by then, because there were certain day when she was waiting for her hair to thin so it wouldn't be such a mess. Anyway, she was rambling. Although, that was the Ophelia way. She was an open book that didn't shut up and he was pretty much someone who liked to keep his problems hidden. And speaking of problems, there was still the big mention. The thing that happened at the feast. The Ravenclaw might have said some things she didn't exactly mean, and now was the perfect time to straighten everything out. Cough cough. However, this was a pretty intense subject to get into, and Ophelia wasn't sure if now was the best time to get into it. Should she let the older kid get into the topic first? Wait until they were all out of gummy bears and had a rousing laugh about nothing in particular? How did these things work? Austin laughed as Ophelia mentioned them both as old farts. Sure, he could imagine himself as an old grey haired man with a cane yelling at youngins to get off his lawn. But Ophelia, well she could be rolling around in a wheelchair, or with a cane, running people over and laughing maniacally as she rode away. "Yea, you'll end up looking like our friend here." He laughed and pointed up to the humpbacked statue. He was kidding of course, but it was still really funny to imagine her up there making that face. As his laughter settled, his mind was brought to the Start of Term feast. He had made some stupid choices, and said even worse things. He popped a few more gummy bears in his mouth to give him more time to think. Where would one start? Maybe with an apology. "I'm sorry." He said this while looking down. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid eye contact. It was mainly because he didn't want her to see the tears forming. It had been a crappy summer, and not a lot of attention had been given to him. He spent most of his days taking care of his younger sister. Even his dad didn't seem to notice that he had gotten in trouble. If his mother were still around, she would have sent at least three howlers, while his dad would be heard in the background laughing. Now the letters he received were all about his younger sister. Austin had a whole envelope full of moving pictures of the young girl crawling along the ground. He could almost hear the giggles that usually came from her tiny mouth. The third year hated all of them. Except one. But he didn't want to talk about that picture. He would rather focus on the fact that he hated the little alien. At least for now. Turning his thoughts back to the current conversation, he turned to Ophelia. "I didn't mean for anything like that to happen," Once he started, he couldn't stop. "I didn't mean for you to get in trouble, you didn't deserve that. I was just frustrated and embarrassed and the more that snake started talking, the more it seemed to bother you, which bothered me a lot, and I didn't know what to do, so I lashed out, and I didn't mean to. Are your parents mad? Are you leaving Hogwarts? Do you hate me?" He took a breath after that run on sentence. At this point, tears were running down his face, although he didn't make any crying sounds. It was a trick he had mastered over his summer. He had spent nights being as quiet as he could, so as not to wake the baby or his sleeping father. But it didn't mean tears didn't fall.