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astrocat · 05-23-2021, 09:26 PM

SPOILER!!: I keep thinking of him as a fifth year bruhhh

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone

"Is your boyfriend super nice? You seem nice to me." It was his perception anyways. "And being not careful if you're used to bodyguards makes sense. You don't need to be careful when it's their entire job to protect you and keep you from harm's way, anyways." Was it good to still be cautious? Absolutely. But it made a lot of sense to him that if she was used to a security detail then she wouldn't be nearly as careful as some who had never had someone watching out for them. With his job, his dad had a small security detail but they made sure to not be seen unless the family was going to a public political event.

Wait. What? He turned his head towards her in surprise of that particular small detail. "He set you on fire?" What in Merlin's name? There was a moment of concern for his brother and traveling with this bloke for a full year. But then she kept talking, and he pushed the nagging away and just nodded looking back up towards the ceiling. "that's nice of him. Do you still keep in contact with him now that he's graduated?"

"Or maybe if something happens to you before you can write your ending, your descendants can?" Because he too had thought of what happened if she didn't get there, to the old age and the ending. With magic school it just seemed that possibility always had to be, at the very least, considered. "Have you started your childhood memoir? Write it as you experience it?" Then it would be fresh and the emotion even more prominent.

The offer of letting him see the whole project surprised him, having assumed it might have just been something incredibly personal, but if she was offering... "I'd love to see the whole project. I bet it's really cool. Do you already have a lot of portraits already added?" Even if he wasn't able to create amazing art himself, he did still like to appreciate it. And support his peers, if the opportunity ever arose for him to be able to do so. "I haven't spent too much time out there. I like it in here primarily." Meaning the common room. "But maybe I'll have to go explore. Maybe there's some space I can dance up there." He wasn't as passionate about dancing as his family members but... he did enjoy it, and practicing with Chase had given him at least a minimum amount of talent.

"Yeah." Evan was wrong though, about her being nice. She was nice to him, at this specific moment. That was not the same as being a nice person. But Ash elected not to mention that. And bodyguards...

"Well actually they're there because I'm not careful. My dad was reluctant to hire any bodyguards for me, but it would look suspicious if something... happened. And now that I'm magical and with all the stuff I've been dealing with lately, that kinda reinforces the need to not look suspicious." What were people going to say? How would they react to hearing that the heir to billions had died or disappeared? How could her family possibly avoid suspicion? Ash dying was a big yikes. Hence why she had bodyguards. Plus, she had told her father that if he hired bodyguards for her, he wouldn't have to think about her at all. Sad, but a good incentive for him. Apparently.

Not that the bodyguards could do much when she was at Hogwarts. "It was kinda an accident, and kinda my fault about the fire thing. And that wasn't even the worst fire-related incident of the year that I was involved in." She shrugged. Being set on fire for a few seconds was wayyy better than getting possessed and burning down a forest. And Ash could say that from experience. "I called him over the summer. Haven't really done it now tho. Obviously, there was no way either of us were gonna use two-way mirrors ever." Obviously.

"Actually, I was thinking that if it never got finished, I'd just leave it like that." There was something poetic about unfinished works of art, and if Ash was gonna die young, she was gonna do it poetically. If she wasn't going to have a happy ending, then there was no reason to write one into the history books. She wanted what she wrote to mean something. Leave it unfinished, she said. Give them all a lesson, a warning, an message. That some stories just happen like that. Ash had no sympathy for guilty-feeling readers who may or may not end up reading her memoir. If they felt guilty, then there was a reason for that. Did they feel responsible, maybe? For her childhood? Good. "I suppose I'll write things as I go, then rearrange them into a beginning and a middle."

Speaking of art... "Sure you can see it. I have a lot. I have Nem, I have Ollie, and I have some other people." Was it a personal project? Yes. But she wanted people to look upon it and feel something. Specifically, she wanted viewers to see how much everyone mattered. How they were unique. Regardless of blood status, or house, or whatever. All of them mattered. The muggleborns like her included. The defiant ones like her, included. The broken ones, like her, included.

Ash preferred to paint those people in the treehouse. Her safe place.

"Hmmmm... dancing... I don't know if that's a good place to do that. Never tried. It could be. You wouldn't have to worry about falling on accident, because its magic protects you." He also didn't need to worry about falling on purpose, because you could fall on purpose and still be fine. Ash had checked the safety charms a couple times, of course. By, y'know, testing it herself. She was right. It was safe. Just as she'd suspected.

05-23-2021, 09:26 PM	#23 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Third Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: I keep thinking of him as a fifth year bruhhh Quote: Originally Posted by Chelliephone "Is your boyfriend super nice? You seem nice to me." It was his perception anyways. "And being not careful if you're used to bodyguards makes sense. You don't need to be careful when it's their entire job to protect you and keep you from harm's way, anyways." Was it good to still be cautious? Absolutely. But it made a lot of sense to him that if she was used to a security detail then she wouldn't be nearly as careful as some who had never had someone watching out for them. With his job, his dad had a small security detail but they made sure to not be seen unless the family was going to a public political event. Wait. What? He turned his head towards her in surprise of that particular small detail. *"He set you on fire?"* What in Merlin's name? There was a moment of concern for his brother and traveling with this bloke for a full year. But then she kept talking, and he pushed the nagging away and just nodded looking back up towards the ceiling. "that's nice of him. Do you still keep in contact with him now that he's graduated?" "Or maybe if something happens to you before you can write your ending, your descendants can?" Because he too had thought of what happened if she didn't get there, to the old age and the ending. With magic school it just seemed that possibility always had to be, at the very least, considered. "Have you started your childhood memoir? Write it as you experience it?" Then it would be fresh and the emotion even more prominent. The offer of letting him see the whole project surprised him, having assumed it might have just been something incredibly personal, but if she was offering... "I'd love to see the whole project. I bet it's really cool. Do you already have a lot of portraits already added?" Even if he wasn't able to create amazing art himself, he did still like to appreciate it. And support his peers, if the opportunity ever arose for him to be able to do so. "I haven't spent too much time out there. I like it in here primarily." Meaning the common room. "But maybe I'll have to go explore. Maybe there's some space I can dance up there." He wasn't as passionate about dancing as his family members but... he did enjoy it, and practicing with Chase had given him at least a minimum amount of talent. "Yeah." Evan was wrong though, about her being nice. She was nice to him, at this specific moment. That was not the same as being a nice person. But Ash elected not to mention that. And bodyguards... "Well actually they're there because I'm not careful. My dad was reluctant to hire any bodyguards for me, but it would look suspicious if something... happened. And now that I'm magical and with all the stuff I've been dealing with lately, that kinda reinforces the need to not look suspicious." What were people going to say? How would they react to hearing that the heir to billions had died or disappeared? How could her family possibly avoid suspicion? Ash dying was a big yikes. Hence why she had bodyguards. Plus, she had told her father that if he hired bodyguards for her, he wouldn't have to think about her at all. Sad, but a good incentive for him. Apparently. Not that the bodyguards could do much when she was at Hogwarts. "It was kinda an accident, and kinda my fault about the fire thing. And that wasn't even the worst fire-related incident of the year that I was involved in." She shrugged. Being set on fire for a few seconds was wayyy better than getting possessed and burning down a forest. And Ash could say that from experience. "I called him over the summer. Haven't really done it now tho. Obviously, there was no way either of us were gonna use two-way mirrors ever." Obviously. "Actually, I was thinking that if it never got finished, I'd just leave it like that." There was something poetic about unfinished works of art, and if Ash was gonna die young, she was gonna do it poetically. If she wasn't going to have a happy ending, then there was no reason to write one into the history books. She wanted what she wrote to mean something. Leave it unfinished, she said. Give them all a lesson, a warning, an message. That some stories just happen like that. Ash had no sympathy for guilty-feeling readers who may or may not end up reading her memoir. If they felt guilty, then there was a reason for that. Did they feel responsible, maybe? For her childhood? Good. "I suppose I'll write things as I go, then rearrange them into a beginning and a middle." Speaking of art... "Sure you can see it. I have a lot. I have Nem, I have Ollie, and I have some other people." Was it a personal project? Yes. But she wanted people to look upon it and feel something. Specifically, she wanted viewers to see how much everyone mattered. How they were unique. Regardless of blood status, or house, or whatever. All of them mattered. The muggleborns like her included. The defiant ones like her, included. The broken ones, like her, included. Ash preferred to paint those people in the treehouse. Her safe place. "Hmmmm... dancing... I don't know if that's a good place to do that. Never tried. It could be. You wouldn't have to worry about falling on accident, because its magic protects you." He also didn't need to worry about falling on purpose, because you could fall on purpose and still be fine. Ash had checked the safety charms a couple times, of course. By, y'know, testing it herself. She was right. It was safe. Just as she'd suspected.