Originally Posted by RRdem

Rayedem watched as Tibi was speaking, unwrapping his package, and reading the note. From home, he concluded. His only hope was that those'd cheer him up. He hesitated about speaking, and decided to push his empty plate and pull another one towards him. That one had chunks of chicken in it. He stared at the plate for a second or two, then secretly looked back at Tibi. He was still deep in his own world.

Let him be. Don't be such an egoist. You'd want to be left alone too, if you got a package from home.

He chuckled at the thought. So, Tibi is of a wizarding ancestry, he thought. Now, who would send him one? Lucille's dad? Funny, Edem. No, that's not funny at all. That's pathetic. He stabbed a chunk of chicken and bit it, trying to distract himself from the recurring thought. Anything, anything would be a good distraction. So, Tibi is afraid of flying? Well.. If flying is like the wizards' sports, then he was certain that he could help. He'd been so excited about flying. He hoped he wouldn't ruin his chance to be good at it, so that maybe one day he'd be good enough and would be able to help Tibi.

He took another bite of the chicken and another look at Tibi; he decided to give him some more time.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Originally Posted by RRdem

Rayedem smiled broadly as Tibi chuckled--he could feel the happiness. Oh well, it's okay this way. Life's good.

"Look at that! You have been flying before!" he exclaimed. "Hey, didn't you look so happy?" he added, now leaning over to take a closer look at the photograph. The pictures were moving. They were moving--so this is what wizards' photographs would look like. Amazing. I've gotta take one with my family, too. Maybe finally dad would want to keep one.

Then he let his eyes caught the sight of three new pairs of shoes, "Those look great too. Shoes are essential in sports, so are they in flying, I guess," he said hoping he didn't sound silly, "So I guess that means your parents really support you in this thing, huh? Way to go!" he ended with a smile.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Originally Posted by RRdem

It was said faintly, but Rayedem had heard enough. So, the boy's father died. He frowned, biting his lower lip as he was reminded of his own father. His father had been more like his boss--strict, controlling. Demanding. He took another look at Tibi's father, and let the words accidentally slip right out of his mouth, "He," he gagged, but quickly managed to continue, "seemed nice. I'm sorry, Tiberius." How did he die? He didn't even have the slightest intention to ask.

He was glad that the topic switched. Jake Upstead? He chuckled. Oh, the third year with the pink hair, right? Rayedem didn't know him personally, he only heard about him from people. He now told himself that he'd keep his distance, "Oh. I suppose wizarding mistakes could get nasty."

"Well," he began answering Tibi's question, "my parents, they're both muggles. I don't know any relative of mine that's a wizard or witch, I guess my family and I just have to scan through the family tree to find out--or maybe my sister was the first witch, but that's ridiculous, right?" he added, hoping that it was ridiculous. He'd very much like to know if someone in his family was like him. "Dad's friend is a wizard, and his daughter is in first year too. Lucille Beambrook, she's my best friend." he ended, smiling, wondering if Tibi had met her yet.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Originally Posted by RRdem

Realizing that they were back at the topic for the moment, Rayedem replied, "Well, I'm sure he was. Everyone's father must be great. How.. Old were you?" he hesitated at the question, but let it out anyway. Well, maybe it'd feel good to talk about this to someone. He hoped so. His father were around, but now to be free of him, he felt some kind of an unexplainable joy. When had he missed him? Nevee-er.

Rayedem smiled. So far no one had complained about his blood status, and he was glad that Tibi didn't complain, either. Things really are starting to come together. "Well, my sister, she got two letters. The other one was from this other school, Beau-Batons or something, and in the end she went there and had never come back since. Unlike me, she was smart." he laughed sadly. It always makes his heart ache to think about Tannya. "I miss her." goodness, I didn't just say that.

"I didn't know Lucille was going here too until we met at the train," he laughed, recalling those times. Yep, he was sure about it. "We didn't meet at the train, did we? Nor at the start of term feast. I guess I was really being an antisocial." he said.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Originally Posted by RRdem

Rayedem quickly regretted ever asking. What a fool, Edem. It wasn't a very happy topic to discuss, right? Well.. He decided to just nod understandingly, say a quiet "Oh" and let the topic drop. He'd want to say a few more cheerful words but it'd be unwise to continue.

"No, it's been three years or so. I don't know why she never comes home, not even after one term ends." he shrugged, then actually gave it a lot of thought, in Hogwarts they were allowed to go home every end of term, he was sure of it. What happened to Tannya? "And she never contacts, either." he added, rolling his eyes, thinking.

"But never mind about that. Do you write to home often? I gotta remind myself to get an owl, next time I'm in Diagon Alley. I need to write to my mo--I mean, my parents, too." he said.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Originally Posted by RRdem

So, it seems that moms are the same. Dads are just another issue.

Rayedem tried to recall if his mother even said anything about writing. "I think she said 'text me' or 'send me e-mails'," he chuckled. "Tannya would've been able to tell them what to do but she was never around. It's weird. My parents went to France every other month or so, but they never take me with them. When they came home they only said 'Tannya's doing great'." shrugging, he realized that all those times he had done nothing but believing them. Dad might ignore me all the time, but he loves Tannya.. They wouldn't lie.

Rayedem frowned, but he couldn't hide the expression in his face. He was excited, "Really? You could use the school's owl? Wow, I didn't know that, maybe I'd write to them soon." he grinned, "I'm still gonna get an owl, though. You and yours look great together." he said, hopeful.

"Noticed my accents, have you?" Rayedem chuckled. Well, he thought English accent was funny, so he didn't bother adjusting to it, "I'm from Seattle.. The USA." he told Tibi, "What about you?"

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Originally Posted by RRdem

Rayedem gave it a little thought, then said, "My mom would be tolerant, but dad, I don't know about dad," he gave it more thought, "Let's just hope he wouldn't shoot it up when it came knocking on our window."

"A reporter? Wow, that's awesome. My mom's an accountant," he nodded, "dad, however, has his own company." shrugging a little, he continued, "He's never the family man. Bit of a workaholic." Rayedem repressed an urge to explode and start rambling about him.

He glanced around for a moment, scanning the great hall. There weren't a lot of people there. Then, as he was looking around, a sudden thought came to him, "Hey, what muggle sports do you like? I think I'm gonna spend my holiday in London, you know, I'd be staying in the Leaky Cauldron and have loads of fun, and I'd even visit your place," he paused, "if.. If mom would come with me, that is."

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Thomas was sitting next to Toshi eating the crumbs of his eaten jam sandwich until he heard a squishi sound next to him. He looked over Toshi's back and Raydem's hair brown with dark chocolate. He shrugged his shoulders prtending not to care even though it was hilarious. He patted Toshi on the shoulder and said sweetly with a smile, "Toshi."

Originally Posted by RRdem

Edem re-entered the Great Hall, taking a break from classes, starving as usual. Walking towards his House table, he could see that it was rather quiet and empty compared to other houses'. He thought stupidly of Ravenclaw's most valued characteristic, intelligence, and that maybe the students would rather go to the library than to the Great Hall. Probably chewing knowledge instead of food. But why wasn't he? Well, he was hungry. Enough said.

He sat down on the edge of the table, hoping his iPod could work, but no matter how many times he'd tried, it just wouldn't. Sighing, he pulled a random plate towards him, but only stared at it with a fork on his right hand. He missed muggle music. Oh well. He put down the fork and pushed the plate aside. Pressing his fingers against the table, he pretended he was playing his favorite classical song on the piano. That wasn't the first time that he did so.