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Caroline's face flushed slightly.Shaking her head, "Any girl would be crazy not to like you." She patted his hand, and give him a weak smile. "You never know when it will happen. Like Carter and I we met after a quidditch match, I was just hanging around in the stand after it was over, and he invited me to go to the tea party they had last year." Maybe she should get Kita to meet him, She felt bad about spending more time with him then she does her. So maybe a guy friend around their age would be good for her, Merlin knows that girl spend alot of time with younger kids to much. Herbology, nah Caroline doesn't do herbology ever since what happen last term she doesn't go. She shrugged, and laughed. Herbology on the boat, she had went to that lesson, but she wished she hadn't. But she was bored |
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Jai's eyebrows shot up,"Oh. Well, maybe if you had on a pirate suit and spoke like it might be much more fun." he said with a wide, impish grin. He would probably done that. He was always up for something fun and not ordinary. |
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‘I think it’s great that you really want to.’, Gwen said. Now that was true. ‘I am not very good at flying…’, she started saying. Truth be told, she couldn’t fly at all. ‘So I really admire anyone that can play Quidditch’. There, I said it. |
Kirsty! ♥ (Molly!) Nessie showed Molly the way, always checking that she was right behind her following. They were finally there the Library. Ness smiled at Molly then said welcomingly. "Welcome to the Library!!!". Ness looked at Molly to see what Molly wanted to do next. Ness actually really felt like looking for another book to take for next time, she was almost finished her book that she was reading earlier today. Ness started skiming through some books, hoping Molly wouldn't mind at all. |
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She raised an eyebrow, dressing up in a pirates costume, yeah right that was going to happen it didn't for that history of magic lesson it wasn't happening ever. "I tried the whole talk like a pirate, it didnt have any effect on the ship to me it was still a ship." She shrugged. |
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Since his parents had sent him the owl with some things they also sent him a very frightening letter. Some dark things never go away. |
Polyjuiced as Jordan Kobe Rose, polyjuiced as Jordan, walked into the reading lounge and sat down with a book. Quidditch Through the Ages was her fave book! |
Isobel sneezed as she plopped down in a chair. Eh, this cold of hers would go away, she just needed to relax. Which was why she came here. She opened her book and lost herself in it. |
Stupid book. Stupid library. Stupid book, stupid library, and stupid Damien for thinking that he'd actually find answers in some absurd dictionary that he just happened to come across while taking a chance on this ... stupid place! He'd ready the thing over and over again but NOTHING seemed to make sense to him; it was all nonsense that a child would find in fairy tales; none of it was real! But -- then again most people still believe that withes and wizards are left for fables. HA! Damien found himself stomping rather loudly through the lounge for, whatever reasons unbeknownst to him, the hopes of finding something in this stupid book that would ACTUALLY make sense! He didn't care if he disturbed anyone; no one else in this entire school would believe the goboldygook he'd splutter out; let alone take the time to actually listen. STUPID! |
Isobel heard some loud noises and sighed. So much for getting peace. But when she looked up she saw it was Damien, and she brightened considerably. Wait, he was making all that noise. Uh...why? "Hi Damien," she called to him. Softly though, because it was a library. "Um, is something wrong?" She looked at him with concern in her hazel eyes. |
Isobel's voice stopped Damien dead in his tracks and he looked up to see her sitting amongst some of the chairs spread about the reading lounge. No doubt she'd heard his little temper tantrum as he stomped through the library, a place that in all respect should be quiet. And of course she'd ask him if something were wrong; because if she'd heard him stomping through the reading lounge, then she'd use that perky mind of hers to conclude that something was bothering him. Yet he just stood there. Like an animal hoping to avoid being eaten by it's predator. Clearly Isobel wasn't going to eat Damien, nor was she a threat to him; but then why all the tension within his own mind? He cleared his throat. "Um ... Hi Isobel," he said running his hand through his hair. "Sorry ... I probably disturbed you and your silence ..." "Wrong?" he added after a short pause. "No, just ... slightly ... frustrated ..?" |
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"Why are you frustrated?" She set her book down and focused her full attention on him. |
Damien sighed inwardly and sat down on the arm rest of Isobel's chair. "It's complicated," he said. Which was true, everything about his life was complicated, rediculous and completely unbelieveable. He hadn't mentioned anything to anyone; Matty and Treyen included. He only had very few close friends at this point, so would it be his total downfall if he began talking about it with someone? Truth be told, if he were to talk to anyone about what his life was like, he'd want to talk with Isobel about it. She calmed him down; made him feel safe, secure and actually wanted. Not that he didn't get that with his Aunt in Ireland, because he did. His Aunt loved him and he knew it every day since he can remember... Love. Something else he wasn't familiar with... But what was beside the point. Damien sighed out loud this time. "It's complicated Isobe," he repeated. "I'm not exactly sure I know where or ... how to explain it to you." |
Complicated huh? She wondered if he would try to explain that complication...it didn't look like it so far. She hoped he trusted her enough to tell her, but he didn't have to if he didn't want to. She kind of wanted him to though, not just because she was curious, but because she wanted to help him. Again with the complication! "Well...if you don't want to talk about it if you want to. But judging from....your entry, it sounds like it might feel nice for you to get it off your chest." She was being honest here. "If you ever want to talk though...I'm listening." Even if he didn't want to talk, she wanted him to know that. |
It certainly would feel nice to get this burden off his chest. But even after speaking about it, it would still be there. Wouldn't take away from the fact that still had this ... problem. Whatever it was. Then again, maybe talking about it with others might help figure it out. Either that, they'd all laugh in his face and call him crazy. Still sitting on the arm of Isobel's chair, Damien scratched behind his ear before continuing. "I ever tell you that I live with my Aunt in Ireland?" he said. It was a start. |
So maybe he did want to talk to her. Yay. She smiled faintly before leaning back in her chair and listening to him talk. Shye focused on his face and noticed that his eyes were pretty. ... ANYWAY..."Yes," she said with a nod. Should she say more? She just waited for him to go on. |
This felt like a huge turning point in Damien's life. All of a sudden, as the sheer weight of the fact he was about to talk to someone about the strange circumstances surrounding his life, the boy felt hopeful. Hopeful that something was about to change and it was going to be good change. What was better? Isobel was sitting here with him. Listening. He paused, looking down at the ground for a long moment before taking in a deep breath in. "Did I ever tell you that I don't remember my parents? Or if I have any brothers or sisters? Or any other relative other than the Aunt that I live with?" |
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Damien inhaled deeply as the feeling of Isobel's hand resting on his forearm sunk in. He even held that breath for just a moment longer before exhaling. He felt even more comforted by the gesture not just the sitting and listening -- but the physical contact as well. It'd been a while since he'd even hugged someone. His Aunt, sure from time to time, but Damien wasn't known for being an affectionate boy. But he liked the contact from Isobel. Made him feel safe. Scratching the back of his neck he nodded once. "But -- it's not as if my parents have passed and I can't remember them anymore," he began. "My Aunt, you see -- is my mother's sister. Or so she's told me. And -- apparently I've been living with her for a," he put two fingers up on each hands making the quotation mark sign, " 'very long time'." Pause. "Amazingly enough my Aunt has no photos of my mother. No photographs from their childhood, from my mother's marriage to my father -- Nothing that would even resemble a trace of family history --" Damien's voice grew softer as he finished; being afraid that he'd lost Isobel at this point and was starting to sound rather loony to her. |
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"That's..." She could not think of the right word for it. So she didn't say anything for about half a minute. "My aunt is my mom's sister," she finally said quietly. "And my story sounds very similar to yours. I have never seen a picture of my mom, I grew up going between my aunt and my foster family." Which, when she thought about it, didn't make much sense. But she had never questioned it before. It was starting to occur to her that she should. "You know what Damien? I'm going to hug you," she announced before hugging him. Heh. She smiled, because it felt really good to hug Damien. Hopefully he wouldn't put a restraining order on her. She could always say her cold was effecting her brain. |
*lurves the cuteness!!* ... Had he heard her right? Damien tilted his head to Isobel, cocking an eyebrow. Really? She was asking to hug him? --- First time that's ever happened to him. By far. However, he did recall the story of having to travel from her Aunt to her family, but he wasn't aware that it was a foster family. That and she'd attended a different Magical School before coming to Hogwarts. And then she said it again! Only this time she was taking charge of the whole situation and before Damien could protest (not that he would, of course) Isobel's arms were wrapped around him in the warmest embrace he could ever remember. If it were possible to feel the blood in your veins warm on contact, that's what it felt like. His arms instictively wove around Isobel and his eyes closed as took it the secure embrace. Then all of a sudden --- a flash. Not a flash of light in the library, but a flash Damien saw behind his eyelids. A flash of grey light and the figure of a person emersed in it. "Woah," Damien muttered, eyes shooting open, gently pushing himself away from Isobel. He swayed on his feet, blinking his eyes several times in repetition. "Woah --" he muttered again before sitting down on the chair Isobel had just occupied a few moments ago. |
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"Sorry?" She offered, watching him. Though she wasn't really sorry, and it was clear in her tone of voice. If she had to do the whole thing over she would not do it any different. It had felt really good to hug Damien. In fact, she kind of wanted to do it again. But she wouldn't because it would probably freak him out and make him leave. She did not want him to leave. |
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