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MadMadamMalfoy · 08-02-2020, 09:59 AM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

He would never laugh at her? Claudine was confused yet again as to why Heath was always so kind to her; he was the only one whom she could remember that didn’t annoy her. These facts sort of confused her. Maybe she was loosing touch with her personality. Claudine impatiently dabbed at her runny nose with a tissue. Ugh. She hated to be sick. But her focus was still on Heath. She was learning more about him during this conversation than she had ever had. “I think you should stop that. You should always be you,’’ she advised firmly.

The Slytherin returned to her original position of resting her chin on her hands. It dawned on her that Heath might not like who he was and that made her sad. She thought he was one of the nicest persons she ever met and he was a good friend to her and no doubt to anyone else. “You shouldn’t be afraid of anyone judging you. No matter who you choose to be, there are idiots who will judge still. The way I see it is you should be the person you were born as.” There was no way that she was going to tell him what she thought of him; Claudine found it difficult to express her feelings and thoughts, especially if it involved someone else.

Claudine chuckled, still reeling slightly from Heath’s revelation earlier. “Fair point.” It seemed they would continue to get along well but this sort of felt like deja vu. Hadn’t she had a friendship like this before until something bad happened? “It’s still the same, I think. I believe I’d feel a lot better once I have that soup.’’ Or did Heath forget about it?

Now it was Heath’s turn to be at a loss for words. All his life, he’d been pressured to be someone else. His grandfather wanted him to be strong and confident. His grandmother wanted him to be dignified and prideful. His teachers in muggle school wanted him to be a carbon copy of all the other boys in his class. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine anyone would want to see his true self! Would she still think the same if she saw the depths of emotion and insecurity hidden behind his stoic facade? No, he didn’t dare get his hopes up! Everyone who saw that side of him decided it was too much to handle.

He drew in a sharp breath that sounded like a gasp, and a long silent pause followed as he fought against a sudden onslaught of emotions. “I think you’re the only person who does,” he said when he finally found his voice. Oh, if only you knew, he thought. He knew all too well that people would judge him. That was why he rarely initiated interactions. If he waited for people to come to him, it bought him time to read them first, so that when they did interact, he could be something they’d like.

Heath blinked, unsure what to make of that last sentence, and he didn’t even try to hide the conflict in his eyes. He knew Claudine was trying to be kind, kinder than he’d seen her be to anyone else, but she didn’t understand. If he stayed the person he was born as, he would never be anything but an outsider in his own family, and that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to become something greater than that! Nonetheless, he wasn’t about to bring that up. He’d already revealed too much of himself already! “I like the way you see things,” he said, smiling slightly, and that was true, even if he wasn’t sure he agreed with it.

What? Oh, right… he was supposed to be making her soup. He hadn’t forgotten; he just got distracted. After all, it would’ve been rude to walk away in the middle of their conversation. “I’ll get on that right away,” he said, returning to the stove. Now what was he doing before he left? Something about vegetables… chopping them? No, he’d already done that. Now he remembered! He was supposed to cook them in butter.

After he did that, he added the other ingredients to the pot, though without his memory or a cookbook, he was mostly just guessing at the measurements. He remained in front of the stove, stirring occasionally as the soup simmered. Wasn’t he supposed to add some spices? He could faintly recall seeing his granny use them in her soup, but he didn’t know which ones she used. Knowing his luck, he’d probably add the wrong ones or add too much of something and spoil the soup. He wasn’t going to risk it; he’d just let Claudine season it to her liking when it was done.

Heath lost track of the time it took to make the soup, but when everything looked like it had cooked through, he assumed it was done. He spooned some into a bowl for Claudine and another much smaller bowl for himself. Before he could even think about serving it to her, he had to test it to make sure it was okay. Hmm… it didn’t taste like Granny Jones’s recipe. In fact, it wasn’t very flavorful at all, but it wasn’t horrible. “Sorry if it’s not good,” he said, setting the bowl on the table in front of Claudine. “I’ve never cooked anything before.” Not unless potions counted at least!

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,077 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 He would never laugh at her? Claudine was confused yet again as to why Heath was always so kind to her; he was the only one whom she could remember that didn’t annoy her. These facts sort of confused her. Maybe she was loosing touch with her personality. Claudine impatiently dabbed at her runny nose with a tissue. Ugh. She hated to be sick. But her focus was still on Heath. She was learning more about him during this conversation than she had ever had. “I think you should stop that. You should always be you,’’ she advised firmly. The Slytherin returned to her original position of resting her chin on her hands. It dawned on her that Heath might not like who he was and that made her sad. She thought he was one of the nicest persons she ever met and he was a good friend to her and no doubt to anyone else. “You shouldn’t be afraid of anyone judging you. No matter who you choose to be, there are idiots who will judge still. The way I see it is you should be the person you were born as.” There was no way that she was going to tell him what she thought of him; Claudine found it difficult to express her feelings and thoughts, especially if it involved someone else. Claudine chuckled, still reeling slightly from Heath’s revelation earlier. “Fair point.” It seemed they would continue to get along well but this sort of felt like deja vu. Hadn’t she had a friendship like this before until something bad happened? “It’s still the same, I think. I believe I’d feel a lot better once I have that soup.’’ Or did Heath forget about it? Now it was Heath’s turn to be at a loss for words. All his life, he’d been pressured to be someone else. His grandfather wanted him to be strong and confident. His grandmother wanted him to be dignified and prideful. His teachers in muggle school wanted him to be a carbon copy of all the other boys in his class. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine anyone would want to see his true self! Would she still think the same if she saw the depths of emotion and insecurity hidden behind his stoic facade? No, he didn’t dare get his hopes up! Everyone who saw that side of him decided it was too much to handle. He drew in a sharp breath that sounded like a gasp, and a long silent pause followed as he fought against a sudden onslaught of emotions. “I think you’re the only person who does,” he said when he finally found his voice. Oh, if only you knew, he thought. He knew all too well that people would judge him. That was why he rarely initiated interactions. If he waited for people to come to him, it bought him time to read them first, so that when they did interact, he could be something they’d like. Heath blinked, unsure what to make of that last sentence, and he didn’t even try to hide the conflict in his eyes. He knew Claudine was trying to be kind, kinder than he’d seen her be to anyone else, but she didn’t understand. If he stayed the person he was born as, he would never be anything but an outsider in his own family, and that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to become something greater than that! Nonetheless, he wasn’t about to bring that up. He’d already revealed too much of himself already! “I like the way you see things,” he said, smiling slightly, and that was true, even if he wasn’t sure he agreed with it. What? Oh, right… he was supposed to be making her soup. He hadn’t forgotten; he just got distracted. After all, it would’ve been rude to walk away in the middle of their conversation. “I’ll get on that right away,” he said, returning to the stove. Now what was he doing before he left? Something about vegetables… chopping them? No, he’d already done that. Now he remembered! He was supposed to cook them in butter. After he did that, he added the other ingredients to the pot, though without his memory or a cookbook, he was mostly just guessing at the measurements. He remained in front of the stove, stirring occasionally as the soup simmered. Wasn’t he supposed to add some spices? He could faintly recall seeing his granny use them in her soup, but he didn’t know which ones she used. Knowing his luck, he’d probably add the wrong ones or add too much of something and spoil the soup. He wasn’t going to risk it; he’d just let Claudine season it to her liking when it was done. Heath lost track of the time it took to make the soup, but when everything looked like it had cooked through, he assumed it was done. He spooned some into a bowl for Claudine and another much smaller bowl for himself. Before he could even think about serving it to her, he had to test it to make sure it was okay. Hmm… it didn’t taste like Granny Jones’s recipe. In fact, it wasn’t very flavorful at all, but it wasn’t horrible. “Sorry if it’s not good,” he said, setting the bowl on the table in front of Claudine. “I’ve never cooked anything before.” Not unless potions counted at least! __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...