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Felixir · 04-29-2021, 04:52 AM

SPOILER!!:

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

There was a part of Phoebe that expected to run into Tavie on the train. Turn a corner and spot Flynn. But they weren't on the train, and so Phoebe was sort of pretending like she wasn't looking for anyone. She wasn't going to be disappointed not to see people she wanted to see, so anyone she did see would be a pleasant surprise.

Except... this was not a pleasant surprise. Phoebe spotted Nemesis Upstead sitting in one of the carriages with Ashley Fox, and her stomach clenched. Fear. Revulsion. Anger. Her skin crawled and her heart sped up, AND THIS WAS NOT HOW THIS TERM WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. It was supposed to be better.

Maybe she should have gone to see that therapist like her mum suggested.

"Fox. You're taller," Phoebe stepped to the door of the carriage and gave the younger girl a nod. "Upstead..." What exactly did she want to say to them? "Are we supposed to play nice?"

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Oh, so they were dropping pretenses apparently now. That was a pity. Faking was more fun and more safe. And just as much as her annoying but clam personality melted away, so did her expression. It was as if her face melted, but not literally. It was more like her soul draining away actually, until there was nothing left but her eyes. Her eyes were brown and would be honestly quite pretty if they didn't have a look of emptiness in them. Or pain, or the cold screams of dying souls or whatever. "You do seem like the type of person who would like mirrors. Not just the solitary confinement kind." Since they thought so much of themself, apparently. Blah blah, I'm special and good at magic etc. "I bet you would like them a lot more though if you tried wearing one of those ominous hoods like the hoodie squad. It would be very cool, and you wouldn't have to actually see your face." Yes that last part was uncalled for, and yes they were attractive, but insults never needed to be accurate anyway.

Her eyes flickered to the door. "Hey Phoebe. I have grown taller. Surprise." She did not bother to answer the question about playing nice. Nobody was exactly being nice right now.

Ash had many things that she took turns hating. The Universe, the government that left her to die, archNemesis Upstead, Emmerson, Rosier's memories... It was the Universe today, but archNemesis Upstead was coming pretty close to being more evil than the universe. Almost. Then again, archNemesis Upstead never made her commit any arson. "Have either of you ever almost drowned before? Or burned to death? Or done anything super cool like that? Treason doesn't count, because then I wouldn't get to win this game." This conversation was stupid, but it was infinitely better than having a real conversation. If she was stuck between having a one sided small-talk conversation with archNemesis Upstead, that was better than having a two sided conversation where they tried to see exactly how much they could talk to her about without making her explode with blind rage. Wayyyy better.

Nem could have sighed. Almost did. If they weren't contending with people who couldn't spot a subtle comment if it jabbed them simultaneously in both eyes, then instead they got people who saw the subtlety but swiftly abandoned all pretence. How did these people get through the days without going utterly insane from the tedium of it all.

They shook their head an infinitesimal amount, now idly flipping through pages of their book with growing disinterest. "Sorry, you've lost me. I don't have a clue what you're on about." The 'and neither do you' was implied.

For all their reaction to Fox's insult, anyone could be forgiven for thinking that Nem had missed it entirely. Again the door opened, and again they looked up. Ah. James. Nem watched her for a moment, their association with the James Matriarch immediately springing to mind, even if it started with a slightly confused, fairly muddied memory. They gave a small shrug. "Why do we need to play anything? Haven't I always been nice to you?"

When Fox spoke up again, Nem looked across at her, arranging their features into a kind of pity. If this kid talked herself into having some kind of nervous breakdown, Nem was not above throwing her off the train. Super cool or what.

"I don't think anyone in here's committed treason anyway." They afforded James half a glance, then went right back to staring at the pages of their book, shifting their feet over so they went across their own bench of seats instead of diagonally across the compartment, freeing up a seat for James if she wanted it. Made it easier to lean up against the seat back and rest the side of their head against it against it, not to mention reserve this half of the compartment for themselves alone while unsubtly cutting off the rest. "Phoebe's hardly the type."

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,154 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin There was a part of Phoebe that expected to run into Tavie on the train. Turn a corner and spot Flynn. But they weren't on the train, and so Phoebe was sort of pretending like she wasn't looking for anyone. She wasn't going to be disappointed not to see people she wanted to see, so anyone she did see would be a pleasant surprise. Except... this was not a pleasant surprise. Phoebe spotted Nemesis Upstead sitting in one of the carriages with Ashley Fox, and her stomach clenched. Fear. Revulsion. Anger. Her skin crawled and her heart sped up, AND THIS WAS NOT HOW THIS TERM WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. It was supposed to be better. Maybe she should have gone to see that therapist like her mum suggested. "Fox. You're taller," Phoebe stepped to the door of the carriage and gave the younger girl a nod. "Upstead..." What exactly did she want to say to them? "Are we supposed to play nice?" Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat Oh, so they were dropping pretenses apparently now. That was a pity. Faking was more fun and more safe. And just as much as her annoying but clam personality melted away, so did her expression. It was as if her face melted, but not literally. It was more like her soul draining away actually, until there was nothing left but her eyes. Her eyes were brown and would be honestly quite pretty if they didn't have a look of emptiness in them. Or pain, or the cold screams of dying souls or whatever. "You do seem like the type of person who would like mirrors. Not just the solitary confinement kind." Since they thought so much of themself, apparently. Blah blah, I'm special and good at magic etc. "I bet you would like them a lot more though if you tried wearing one of those ominous hoods like the hoodie squad. It would be very cool, and you wouldn't have to actually see your face." Yes that last part was uncalled for, and yes they were attractive, but insults never needed to be accurate anyway. Her eyes flickered to the door. "Hey Phoebe. I have grown taller. Surprise." She did not bother to answer the question about playing nice. Nobody was exactly being nice right now. Ash had many things that she took turns hating. The Universe, the government that left her to die, archNemesis Upstead, Emmerson, Rosier's memories... It was the Universe today, but archNemesis Upstead was coming pretty close to being more evil than the universe. Almost. Then again, archNemesis Upstead never made her commit any arson. "Have either of you ever almost drowned before? Or burned to death? Or done anything super cool like that? Treason doesn't count, because then I wouldn't get to win this game." This conversation was stupid, but it was infinitely better than having a real conversation. If she was stuck between having a one sided small-talk conversation with archNemesis Upstead, that was better than having a two sided conversation where they tried to see exactly how much they could talk to her about without making her explode with blind rage. Wayyyy better. Nem could have sighed. Almost did. If they weren't contending with people who couldn't spot a subtle comment if it jabbed them simultaneously in both eyes, then instead they got people who saw the subtlety but swiftly abandoned all pretence. How did these people get through the days without going utterly insane from the tedium of it all. They shook their head an infinitesimal amount, now idly flipping through pages of their book with growing disinterest. "Sorry, you've lost me. I don't have a clue what you're on about." The 'and neither do you' was implied. For all their reaction to Fox's insult, anyone could be forgiven for thinking that Nem had missed it entirely. Again the door opened, and again they looked up. Ah. James. Nem watched her for a moment, their association with the James Matriarch immediately springing to mind, even if it started with a slightly confused, fairly muddied memory. They gave a small shrug. "Why do we need to play anything? Haven't I always been nice to you?" When Fox spoke up again, Nem looked across at her, arranging their features into a kind of pity. If this kid talked herself into having some kind of nervous breakdown, Nem was not above throwing her off the train. Super cool or what. "I don't think anyone in here's committed treason anyway." They afforded James half a glance, then went right back to staring at the pages of their book, shifting their feet over so they went across their own bench of seats instead of diagonally across the compartment, freeing up a seat for James if she wanted it. Made it easier to lean up against the seat back and rest the side of their head against it against it, not to mention reserve this half of the compartment for themselves alone while unsubtly cutting off the rest. "Phoebe's hardly the type." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!