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| Topic Started: Apr 15 2014, 10:51:03 PM (463 Views) | |
| Castor Greengrass | Apr 15 2014, 10:51:03 PM Post #1 |
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Long day. Should be in bed. His eyes held a bleary focus on the book in front of him. He read one line and then went to the next, only to find himself actually rereading the same line over. Cast blinked, like that would help, but the two lines seemed only to converge into an alphabet that none could understand. He closed his eyes, head rolling back into the couch. The book was dropped on his lap, no regard given to the page he was on, as his hands rose to rub the bleariness away. It wasn't even that late. Just... tedious. Somehow, dealing with Haven caught up on some guy was worse than dealing with her constantly nagging him to refer to her as a sister. There were times when he wished he could separate himself from his foster family completely. They had done a lot for him, truly. The constant shifting from situation to situation had done something to him and the constancy brought about by each of their separate personalities was steadying. Most days, however, he wished to simply be alone. There was a constancy in solitude that Cast could get behind. Then there would be no one to distract him from his machinations. He'd woken up in the morning knowing what he wanted to do, but everything had been thrown into a disarray. Everyone else's disorders did not help him to find the steadiness that he used to function day by day. Then, to top everything off, he couldn't sleep though his brain was constantly reminding him of its own exhaustion. Tired as he was, he couldn't stop thinking. It wasn't the usual sort of thinking. Healthy thinking, that took one topic and expanded, grew, developed... It fixated and worsened; feeding his own anxiety. Cast was not an anxious person. Very deliberately, he attempted to go through the events of the book as he had read them; sorting his thoughts and not allowing them to wander. His eyes remained closed. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 15 2014, 11:48:57 PM Post #2 |
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Ryan had spent the greater portion of the day alone. It was a weekend. After everything that had happened in the morning, taking a walk with Lis had been really nice. She was able to think properly again. However, her mind couldn't help but go back occasionally to the events that took place in the last twenty-four hours. She had found her own book to read up in her dorm. It didn't help much, and was forced to hum some song for a few minutes, nod off to sleep. When she woke up she didn't know what time it was. It seemed most of the girls in the dorm had come up. She sat up in the bed, pulled her fingers through the knots in her hair. Her feet slipped into the the blue flats and she stood to fix the skirt she was wearing. It had gotten cold in the time that she'd slept, so she took a sweater out and pulled it over her arms. Maybe sitting by the fire downstairs would nice, now that she was almost completely wide awake. She made her way down the stairs, and into the larger room. It seemed to be mostly empty. It must have been late, she hadn't bothered to check while she was upstairs. Till that moment her only interest was to get warm, maybe everything else that had taken place would be able to be sorted out. It wasn't until her eyes found a boy laying across the couch that everything changed. At first she thought she could manage to get herself warm by putting on a few layers extra and trying to fall back asleep. She didn't want to disturb him anyway, and there was enough surrounding them. Both of them could probably do with some time away. Though, Lis had suggested something along the lines of spending time with him so she could get to know him. Wouldn't be able to get to know him if he was sleeping. Maybe it was curiosity that made her approach Castor on the couch, she didn't really know. The origin of her decision didn't matter much, as her feet had her traveling to him rather quickly. Now that she had hovered next to him quite enough she decided to sit. She took a seat in the chair so that she could look over his face. Was it the fire that had made her warm, or was it because he was in the room? Of course it was the fire, she felt silly thinking it would be anything else. "Hi." She attempted to stir him from whatever he was doing. There was a book in his lap, it was a wonder that she hadn't tried to see what he was reading about. She probably should have, give her something to actually talk about with him that didn't make her totally uncomfortable. She pulled at a sleeve of the sweater, and found herself focusing on that instead of him. What could they talk about? |
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 16 2014, 07:49:22 AM Post #3 |
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Cast heard footsteps. He could have growled in frustration. The Ravenclaw had always been a light sleeper and the curiosity over who had decided to come down was strong enough to rouse him from the restful state he had been in. The footsteps stopped near him for a long time. Cast counted the seconds, not bothering to open an eye until he was spoken to directly. Both opened as Ryan Elliot spoke, taking a moment to stare at her in return. It didn't seem like she had come over here for any particular reason. A very slight smile was her response as he pulled himself into a seated position. The book thudded heavily onto the floor. It was worn, obviously quite old. The name on the cover and spine had been taped over. He had spent some years in muggleborn homes, they were the sort of people who never seemed to think of magic to change things and he didn't have the heart to properly fix the book. There wasn't anything particularly fascinating about the book. Grimm's fairytales. His mother had written on the back of the cover. The one thing he had from either of them. In those moments he felt ridiculously sentimental. Cast stooped for the book, covered a yawn with his other hand. He didn't know what to say to her. The Ravenclaw had been trying not to think about anything that Jason had said. To tell her, or to not? It wasn't like Cast had any reason to listen to the Hufflepuff's request. Except that he was curious if she would ever bring it up herself. "Can't sleep, beautiful?" His eyes danced playfully in their suggestion, "Not sure how you're expecting me to help." Playing the innocent card now was probably a bit much. Cast didn't like that she was over there. Of course, it was probably better that way. His book was deposited on the table, with very little regard. Both arms slung over the arm belonging to the couch and he rested his chin atop them. "Not when you're sitting over there." Cast supposed another night without very much sleep wouldn't kill him. Actually talking with her seemed to quiet everything else that was going on in his mind. Plus, he didn't feel quite as awful about her, now that he knew she wasn't actually attached to someone else. Although it made things complicated. Now he didn't have a reason to hold off. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 16 2014, 09:04:03 AM Post #4 |
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His eyes opened. He was a light sleeper, the thought made her smile. As much as she didn't want to make some kind of connection to the boy and her father, it actually made her slightly more comfortable in a strange way. Ryan winced as the book fell to the ground. It was old, the spine was taped over. She realized just how bad she'd misread him as she read the cover. It was his own copy, something so sweet, really. Like she needed an actual excuse to like him. She liked that he called her that, and once again, she hated that she liked it so much, "Did you forget my name?" She grinned, showing she didn't actually mind him calling her beautiful. The older Ravenclaw had made room for her, but she was hesitant. She didn't want to forget, she was supposed to be with Jason, and Ryan had already almost forgotten once today while she was close to him. The girl laughed nervously at what he said, "It was suggested to me to get to know you better. Maybe if I talk to you some, you'll become less interesting." That was the mission, but she was smiling in a way that showed she didn't believe he could be uninteresting. She hoped he'd take it as a challenge in some way, "Being too close tends to make me unable to think properly enough to form anything worth talking about." as she was pretty sure he'd already seen, and taken some pleasure in. Greengrass... A pureblood name. Ryan had gone through a phase earlier where she wanted to know the names of all the old pure blood families, mostly looking to see if she could find her aunt's married name. It had led her down a dark path of discovery, it was the first time that she'd realized that there was such a thing as knowing too much. "So much tape on that book." She eyed the the thing carefully, "Strange thing for a pureblood to have tape on a book." Ryan was unsure where boundaries were in this. Just because he had the last name didn't mean he was actually connected, but she couldn't help but feel curious,"It must be very special to you. A gift?" A soft smile, friendly, was on her face as her eyes went from the book back to him. He didn't have to answer if he didn't want to. Making him uncomfortable was not the goal, at least not in such a way. On second thought, it's be kind of nice to see him be uncomfortable. Edited by Ryan Elliot, Apr 16 2014, 11:17:25 AM.
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 16 2014, 02:37:20 PM Post #5 |
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Cast gave her a look that suggested he hadn't. Ryan, typically used as a boy name. The most common definition being 'little King' although 'son of royalty' seemed popular too. He'd heard a lot about the Elliots. Both parents famous, to a degree. Did that make her name suitable? One of his foster parent's had listened to Hazel Elliot's show religiously. Cast didn't remember much from those days, but it was another of those facts that stuck out in his mind and only then because he had been spending the greater majority of the day dwelling. "Rachel, right?" The Ravenclaw teased, "Or was it Rhea...?" He might have continued, he really could have, his list of names was practically endless. Names were important, it was rare for him to forget one. The meaning of names, too. Ryan seemed to be in a chatty mood. That was alright, perhaps she could talk enough for the both of them. Cast preferred listening, though she seemed nervous. Not that he could blame her for that. Castor had to wonder who would suggest she spend time with him? She would be disappointed, then. He wondered if she would find him boring if he did share, which he wasn't planning on doing. Most girls were only interested in him because he was so quiet? Aloof? Mysterious? What a joke. "I hadn't noticed." He promised, mouth quirking into a smirk that suggested otherwise. Cast didn't want to play this game. It was apparent that she was smart, especially given some space between them. How much would she be able to divine without his cooperation. "Believe what you like," Like he was going to go into the whole 'taken from parents at childbirth' thing. Biological parents who were serving a life sentence in Azkaban was not the sort of thing you brought up while making light conversation. "A pureblood didn't do the taping." One of his foster families had taken the time to tape it back together, it had been a peace offering that had helped very little in the long run. Pity she was on a chair. He would have joined her in a heart beat. "I promise you I'm not a very interesting person," It would save her some time. "Have you ever read them?" A finger tapped the cover of his book, to indicate the tales within. Her upbringing was probably quite muggleborn, his was too, of course but he didn't differentiate purebloods in such a manner. He had often wondered what would possess a pureblood woman to buy a muggle's book for her child. There would be no answers for him, regardless. "The Riddle is my favourite, I think." Though she hadn't asked. Edited by Castor Greengrass, Apr 16 2014, 02:39:31 PM.
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 16 2014, 05:05:35 PM Post #6 |
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Ryan looked down, half a smile on her face. Was he lying or not? Messing with her? Teasing? If she was worth not forgetting, it was likely that he remembered her name, "Ryan." She thought to follow it up with a question, something about other girls he'd told he wouldn't forget with those names, but she wasn't that bold. Also, it wasn't an idea she wished to dwell on, surprisingly. She rolled her eyes, but the smirk caught her attention on the way back. Why was it so nice in comparison to all the other's she'd seen? She laughed, attempting to push the thought out of her mind. This conversation was making her wish she didn't have a way of being so negative. The dots were beginning to connect in her mind. His last name. There was a slim chance, if he was raised by those particular purebloods, that any other kind would have mended the book. Muggles had done it. What word had he linked to his name? Casteless. the girl's eyes fell once more to her sleeve, the other hand began to play with the edge again, "I.. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry, it's not my business." She felt bad, but why she didn't know. It wasn't like he'd said anything to suggest he wanted pity. She bit her lip. Uninteresting? She smiled, "I don't believe that for one second. I don't believe there is a person in this world that's uninteresting." It was how she was raised, why she really did care about people around her, no matter who they were. Everyone had a story, and no two poeple had the same one, ever. It was incredible, really; something she admired about humanity as a whole. She read the title. "Fairytales?" She smiled, "Thought you weren't interesting?" She shook her head. Surprisingly, she hadn't read them. Probably seemed strange. It just wasn't something she'd had a chance to pick it up. It was rare, now, for her to pick up too many things to read for fun. Thankfully she found time to pick up one book in a series she'd been wanting to read for quite some time. "Tell me about it." She suggested. If it was something he liked so much she'd like to hear about it. |
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 16 2014, 07:49:07 PM Post #7 |
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Ryan corrected him. Cast wondered if he had made her self conscious, or if she wasn't bold enough to call him out. Maybe a bit of both. That took some of his fun away. How could he possibly respond to that? There would be no way of proving he knew her name prior to her repeating it, if that was what she doubted. "You have so little faith, Ryan Elliot." She had no reason to have faith in him. The Ravenclaw girl was quick to apologize. It took him off guard because, well, she hadn't really done anything worthy of an apology? A brief laugh, low undertones, was her response. "I thought you came over here to learn about me?" Ryan went on to say that she didn't believe anyone could be uninteresting. Cast found himself thinking that whoever had told her to come over and speak with him was probably not the smartest person to have lived. People were interesting, when kept at a distance. Cast could admire people for their flaws when he didn't have to deal with them directly. Empathy was not one of his strong suits. "That isn't interesting," He thought everyone knew at least a few fairy tales, "You've probably heard about the more popular ones, for children," They had taken these tales and made them less perverse, because the lessons learned were still valuable, "These are a bit sinister." They dealt with adult ideas, that was for sure. "You can borrow my copy, if you like." A promise he only made because he was certain she was the type of person to return someone's book. Cast thought for a brief moment, about how to summarize the story. How to explain what he liked about it. "It's a story about a Prince who goes travelling. He uses his experiences to his advantage. In the terms of the story, he convinces a woman to marry him because she cannot answer his riddle." The riddle, of course, coming to him because of what had happened to him on his journey. The story had a baser theme about stealing, or trying to cheat in order to get ahead but he found himself more admiring of he who capitalized on other people's greed. "He's not mentioned in the story very much but I like to imagine that it was cunning and not coincidence that got him what he wanted." His gaze was on her again, pulled from the cover of the book to see if he had put her to sleep yet. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 16 2014, 10:21:43 PM Post #8 |
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Ryan looked back to him, was he...? Oh gosh, she was so used to her parents quoting things and.. He was so close to something she knew so well. She laughed at the realization, covered her mouth, it probably wasn't done on purpose, "I'm not laughing at you, I promise." Once she calmed herself she smiled, "I'm glad you remember." She bit her lip, that wasn't something she should be admitting. It was too late, now. She figured, after she had apologized, that she hadn't needed to. His laugh was low, she found herself wishing it wasn't a such a nice sound. Her ears were over sensitive to tone and pitch, as they'd been trained since she was small. All of the Elliot children had been. His laugh was pleasant. Like his voice. What was she thinking about? "I did." But he seemed to not want to go any further. She understood, and decided to drop the subject. "Not often I see someone my brother's age reading them, that's what's interesting." Ryan knew about them, just never really read them for herself. She nodded, most children that had a connection to the muggle world knew the rewritten versions. He'd offer to let her borrow it. She figured it probably wasn't something he offered often, "I would love to, but I'm in the middle of something at the moment. Maybe when I'm done I'll take you up on that offer." She paused, realizing that such a thing was somewhat important, he trusted her with something so personal, "Thank you." She said, once more turning a light shade of red. She didn't even fully understand why this time. Ryan had not fallen asleep during his explanation. She didn't fully understand what it was he liked so much about it, maybe she had to read it for herself, "Imagine?" She asked, "Does the story imply that it was more coincidence?" Maybe she was missing something. It was very likely. He preferred to believe that it was cunning that got him what he wanted. Maybe she was more tired than she originally thought. She smiled at him anyway, even if she felt kind of stupid, and was wondering if he thought she was. "You don't have to answer that." Ryan wasn't sure what to say or think on what he'd said. |
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 16 2014, 10:54:06 PM Post #9 |
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If not at him, then at what? She had a nice smile. He would have liked for it to remain uncovered. It was a strange quirk, pointing towards one insecurity or another. Of course, she might still be uncomfortable. Cast wasn't sure if he wanted her to relax or not. Everything was pretty out in the open. The Ravenclaw liked that she seemed to forget all about her fake relationship when talking with him. Now, of course, that he was at liberty to forget it too. Mostly. Honestly, he was having trouble relaxing too. Still far too concerned with what sort of impression he was leaving on her. This would have been far easier were he not burdened with the thought of hurting her. She already seemed quite injured. Unsure and uncertain. What good could he be for any of that? Grimm's fairy tales weren't really for children. He cringed internally at being linked with her brother. Was that where this was going? His lips quirked as she mentioned being in the middle of something. There was something he could say there, he was sure, but he wanted to avoid talking about the Hufflepuff. Lying wasn't within his nature. Avoiding truths was far more like him. He almost laughed, again. That felt overly formal, didn't it? "It's just a book." It wasn't though. She had been clever enough to pick up on that much. If she ever took him up on his offer she'd read the inscription from his mother as well. Cast wondered if he should have offered at all. Cast didn't really plan on explaining himself further. The story didn't really imply either, now that he thought of it but they were open to interpretation. He stood and stretched before leaning heavily on the arms of her chair. Hovering, staring directly at her. There wasn't really any reason behind it, he just couldn't think of a good way to get her closer. Asking her to come join him on the couch as he explained, or read, had seemed a bit too desperate. The next logical solution was to bridge the distance himself. "You really need to find out some things for yourself." Suggested he, quietly. With nothing really indicating the fact that he was talking about a story anymore. "Are you sure you don't want to sit with me?" He hadn't asked a question, previously. So he was probably entitled to one now, right? Especially given how many she had asked. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 17 2014, 12:00:53 AM Post #10 |
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"An old book. One you've gotten some use out of." She noted. He couldn't hide that it was important to him. She wasn't trying to tease him for it. It wasn't until after he'd mentioned it 'just being a book' did she realize that comparing him to her brother was probably not the best idea, "I'm not making fun of you." He didn't seem defensive, "I guess.. it's different to see. Nice, I think." Her opinion probably didn't matter much. Cast stood, stretched. For a moment she thought he might want to head up to bed. She found herself wondering if she'd said something wrong. That fear was quickly replaced by a different one. He was slightly more intimidating up close. The bit of confidence she had was almost lost as she sank as far into the chair as possible, her arms landed not far from his, pushing her body back as far as possible. She'd be happy to melt into it.. disappear. Too close, but she was cornered. She wasn't likely to try to scramble and climb over the back of the chair, though she did think about it. Instead, she got lost in the tangible intensity that seemed to be a part of him. Was she breathing? Words. Where were words? Find out some things for herself. That was his answer. Was he tired of all of her questions? Somewhere in her mind it clicked, what he was saying. She wasn't stupid. Once again, she felt one-upped by an imaginary, bolder girl. One that may do exactly what he wanted. Boldness and intelligence.. only one of them came easily to her. She felt kind of dizzy. Uncomfortable. She tried to look away, not get locked up in his gaze, but it was useless. Strange, she still couldn't seem to separate the fear and the thrill that he created. They were one in the same, it seemed. She remembered what Lis said: Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with. She felt uncomfortable now, and she was unsure if sitting next to him would be much better, "Why do you want me to sit with you so bad?" It was a miracle that she'd managed to ask anything that made sense, but it was a stupid question, "And don't say that I need to find out for myself." She hadn't intended to come about sounding harsh, but he knew she was supposed to be with someone else... She didn't understand him. Ryan had wanted to sit with him from the moment he'd made room. If it would stop him from staring at her the way he was, she would play along. She shook her head no, not entirely sure if it was more because she wanted to or because he wanted her to. She was trying to not think of what he was saying, but her mind didn't seem to want to drop the sound of his voice. It didn't matter, she just needed to be calm. It was her fault. He was likely to listen, leave her be, if she'd said she was sure. He'd done it before.. She suddenly decided, as peace seemed to flood over her, she did want to be close to him, "I'm not sure." Though she'd already answered the question. She was probably the most confusing human being he'd ever met, "I do want to sit with you." What was she saying? Goodness, it was just sharing a couch. People did it all the time.. it was no big deal. That's what she began to tell herself as she made her way up to stand. Ryan felt like she was going insane. Edited by Ryan Elliot, Apr 17 2014, 02:46:47 AM.
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 18 2014, 12:04:46 AM Post #11 |
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Nice. No, he didn't really think it was. They were twisted fairy tales, about murder, stealing and rape. If he had to divine a reason as to why his pureblooded mother, now incarcerated, had decided that her newborn should have them, it would not be a sweet reason. Who was he to assume that his parents had been anything but supremacists? Why would they not get a kick out of such demented muggle tales? Cast remained quiet. Wondering, perhaps, if their brand of crazy was inherited genetically. With two parents in Azkaban, and a history full of trouble, the odds seemed stacked against him. Ryan retracted into the arm chair. There was a moment where the older boy supposed she might get sucked right in. He had to wonder just how much he could get away with before she'd had enough. Taking advantage, however, of a girl too frightened to tell him off wasn't really the sort of thing he was interested in. A good excuse as any, not to push anymore boundaries. Heavens knew he needed one. Answering a question with another question should be against the rules. Of course, he'd probably have an easier time of spinning her head in circles. An appreciate curl settled at the corners of his mouth. "I wouldn't dream of being so redundant." Haha, what? Cast straightened, a little surprised. Definitely confused. He probably wouldn't be able to understand the reasons behind the shifts in her mood. Ever. It wasn't like he'd done anything particularly persuading, unless his gaze had some entrancing qualities he was yet unaware of. He sort of wanted to wait a few seconds, to see if her mind would change yet again. Too long, she stood; perhaps too flustered to notice he hadn't really stepped back to give her room. The Ravenclaw swallowed briefly before taking a step away from her. The look he then regarded her with begged some sort of explanation, though he felt it unlikely that he should get one. Cast instead sunk back into the couch, the opposite end he had been on. It would have been inconvenient for her to have to walk around him. What was she expecting he would do? An arm sprawled easily over the back of the couch. His head was shaking, disbelief probably, "I don't get you at all." He informed her. Although she probably wouldn't understand why that was so shocking. Perception was just about the only positive thing he had going. "Relax, alright? I won't bite." Perhaps he was simply an unsettling person. The suggestion in his tone would probably not help her relax in the slightest. Even if he had already proven that he would back off if she asked him to. Although, apparently, not for any great length of time. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 18 2014, 03:03:41 AM Post #12 |
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He hadn't exactly moved yet. It created an awkward situation that he remedied before she felt the need to shove him back into the coffee table. She was appreciative, but had turned red in the process. How close was too close again? It bothered her that she kind of liked it. He seemed to be totally unsure of her. It wasn't surprising. She caught herself feeling bad. However, it did make her smile when he spoke honestly about it, "Good to know that I'm not the only one." She had no good explanation for him. Ryan kind of felt bad, but it wasn't like she was keeping him here, either. He'd never answered her questions, maybe she should have stayed int the chair. Cast telling her that he didn't bite wasn't exactly all that reassuring. "I'm not always like this." She said quietly, eyes deciding to not look at him, again. It was frustrating, that she couldn't look at him and focus on talking like a normal person at the same time. They were unlikely to remain friends if this was how things were going to go down every time he was around. "It's your fault." She pointed out. It was the truth. Her eyes searched out the book, back on the table. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, trying to keep some common ground that made it so that she would hopefully feel more comfortable and relax. She leaned back into the couch, and ran her fingers down the taped spine. It was nice to see someone care about something like this at his age. That's what she had meant. Her eyes flashed to something that caught the light in the room. She was wearing her mother's bracelet, as usual. It was amazing, after all the years of the thing being around; the occasional tugging and pulling it had received from three different children, the general abuse of being worn every day, how beautiful it still was. It was what she needed to relax, and she smiled, lifted her arm up so that he could see, "This bracelet used to be my mother's. My dad gave it to her as a gift when they first started dating." She started, ignoring the idea that he was probably thinking she was about to tell him some boring story about jewelry, "I can't tell you how many times I watched this little thing brake." Her mother raised three children, and two of course were twins. The idea that a person could get through handling a toddler and a set of newborn twins the way her mother had and not come out insane amazed her. As she got older, she admired her mother, and her father, more and more. "Sometimes one of us would accidentally tug on it when she was on the phone hard enough that it would snap, and the pieces would fly everywhere. And so many of them." The trinket was delicate. She lowered her arm over the book. "It saddened her every time when it happened, like it couldn't be fixed. She didn't say it, but you could tell." She smiled, "Muggles can't put things like this back together so easily. Takes more than tape. It takes concentration and time, if it's even possible." He probably had an idea. The other hand played with the bracelet, turning it carefully around her wrist, "See the color of the crystals? Blue. Both of my parents were Ravenclaws." It was a strange, and hopefully not creepy kind of connection, she was just talking about it. "My mom gave it to my sister and I to share our first year, but Lis insisted when I got into Raveclaw that I keep it. She.. isn't into this style." It was a little older fashioned now, but Lis wasn't a big wearer of jewelry anyway. "See look, I have something sentimental, too." She said, coming to her first point. She shook her head, confused as to why she was talking this much about something he probably didn't care to hear about at all, "If this could be mended so many times over, I bet we could mend the book back up. It would look like it was brand new again. Maybe something you could give to your own kids one day, if you wanted." Not that he couldn't give this to his children the way it was. She thought maybe she sort of pitied the thing, looking so pathetic in the state it was, though she had seen worse in muggle libraries, "Mind if I ask why you haven't mended it already?" It was the first time since she sat next to him that she actually looked at him, and smiled. It was the first time around him that she felt truly calm. Edited by Ryan Elliot, Apr 18 2014, 06:32:31 AM.
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 18 2014, 09:39:11 AM Post #13 |
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The amusement in Castor's expression as she quoted him was palpable. Although he had mostly managed to mellow out. Mostly. Of course, it wasn't like him to talk so much. Like he had something to prove. His fault? "I think that's called scapegoating," Generally speaking, that had a more physical quality. As in, someone blames someone else and they go to prison. Cast figured he could probably apply it to this situation. "But I don't mind taking the blame." Assured he, gaze going sideways, briefly, to linger on her. After all, it wasn't like she was saying it like it was a bad thing? Why should he not be glad to step into the shoes of distracting? Ryan grabbed the book off the table. Her motivation was quickly made apparent. Book to bracelet. It was sentimental, then. Also belonging to her parents, although it was clear that the bittersweet memories attached to it were more sweet than bitter. His had no real memories, and was thus more bitter. Somehow, this seemed to be helping her to relax. Castor had a feeling like the bracelet hadn't been purchased because her mother was a Ravenclaw. It was, after all, a rather spectacular shade of blue. He'd bet anything that Ryan had her mother's eyes. Luckily that connection saved him the pain of realizing both her parents had been Ravenclaws. Cast gestured briefly, asking to get a better look at the bracelet. She had mentioned fixing his book, like the thought hadn't crossed his mind thousands of times. Surprisingly, she seemed willing to acquiesce and his thumb ran briefly along the jewels. "It's the same colour as your eyes," Had the resemblance really escaped her? He held her gaze for a short moment before withdrawing his hand, fingers running briefly along her wrist, "Not everything of sentimental value has such a happy story." It must be nice, thinking back on your childhood and being comforted by the memories found there. "It was a gift from my mother." Before she was incarcerated for life. How dramatic would that have been? Cast wondered if his reputation preceded him. Did she already know? "There are nights when I'm tempted to throw it into the fire." "I wouldn't mind hearing more about them," Her family, meaning. It was obvious they were important to her. All of his stories weren't really worth sharing. "Your family, I mean." Even the demonic doppelganger. It was easier for him to listen. Cast realized it was a vague suggestion, and that she probably wouldn't know where to start. "If you have anymore stories." In the past two years things had gotten better for him. He had some memories he was fond of, even if he held them at a distance. Cast preferred not getting attached to things. He wasn't sure what he was doing here. Or why. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 18 2014, 11:22:29 AM Post #14 |
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He'd said something similar before, hadn't he? It wasn't her intention to repeat him, she just knew it was only him that she felt this way around. Cast said he didn't mind taking the blame. Ryan was well aware by now, that he enjoyed the effect he had on her. In some strange way, she was glad he was aware, and that he liked it. It felt like not being interesting to him anymore would be the end of her life, but she didn't get why. Just sounded like a really bad line a girl would whine to her friend about in a teenage television drama. The crystals were the same color as her eyes.. or rather, the same as Hazel's. Between him looking at her, noting her eye color, and the feel of his fingers brushing against her wrist, Ry felt herself threatening to back away, but held herself still, allowing goosebumps to form up the arm, down her back, "Yes. I have my mother's eyes. You're right. I.. tend not to think of it that way." It had been bought for her mother for that reason. As much as she loved her parents, knew that it was sweet, she didn't know how she felt about her father gazing into her mother's eyes and matching it to a bracelet for that reason. Sweet, yes, but still her parents. There was a nervous look to the smile she gave him, mostly because she hadn't minded him noticing at all. The book had been a gift from his mother. Ryan had an idea of who his mother was. It was astonishing, even to her, that the thought alone didn't provoke need for distance. Instead, she felt more drawn to him. Again, she quietly noted that it was likely he didn't want her to pity him. Most people took it the wrong way when all she wanted to do was be helpful. She nodded, not fully understanding, but trying to. They had very different backgrounds, so naturally, each object was very different to them.. He seemed to have some kind of loyalty to the family he may not even remember, if her calculation was correct. Just the thought of them maybe, maybe that's what he was loyal to. Cast wanted to hear more about her family. More stories. Ryan took a deep breath, trying to think of something fun to tell him, not awkward... which is most of what she could recall at the moment. "Most of the ones I can think of right now are embarrassing to some degree to one of us," Meaning the children. She smiled anyway, as certain memories came back o her, "Beck's guitar that he brings here all the time was my father's." It wasn't the same thing though, was it? Not quite a story. "We are.. very close." He didn't have any siblings that he knew of, likely. She didn't know how to explain it to someone she didn't understand. It was similar to talking to Ree. "My parents met here. My dad had already graduated, though. He was an auror at the time, she was a student." Cast probably was aware that he now was the flying instructor, here. "My dad has had a lot of career switches. I think he's worried about us. The two of them remember what happened last time weird things kept happening here, I think he hopes to protect us if something goes down." All of the children seemed to be a bit worried about Cylas, their mother seemed to keep calm, even now, with a newborn. Again, Ryan felt that deep awe for her parents. They always seemed to make it through everything. Ryan could only hope she could have something so similar. According to some of her father's family, it seemed that it was more likely she'd be similar to her estranged aunt, something she was determined to avoid. "He won't tell us why, though. So I could be wrong." She smiled, confident that she wasn't, "He belongs on a stage singing. We all know it. That's what he's passionate about." Why was this all coming out while talking to someone she barely knew? "Sorry, this isn't really a story, I'm all over the place, Don't mind me." But the worry had set in. If things were as bad now as they were before, or worse.. what if something happened to her father? It was something Ryan really tried to avoid dwelling on. Her brother and sister had talked about it with her briefly. If things got bad, they had the option to leave the school. That would be fine for Beck, but Ryan and Lis both had goals that required schooling, and none of the three of them wanted to abandon their friends. They all would stand with them till everything was finished, they had to stick together. She found it odd that she could stand the threat of death easier than the one of talking with a boy she might like. She took the book and put it back down on the table. Ryan stared at it for a long moment, trying to clear her mind, and then smiled his way, "If I think of something awesome, I'll be sure to tell you." She had a feeling that asking about his family was uncomfortable for him. The Ravenclaw realized how warm she was, and reached to take off the sweater she'd put on earlier. Only afterward did she feel slightly uncomfortable at having exposed some of herself to him. It was mostly her arms and neck, but it was enough for her to consider putting it right back on and just becoming a gross mess of overheated. Of course, it hadn't just been the physical exposure that was making her feel this way. The hinted emotional exposure was what scared her more. Then again, he seemed to have very little problem talking about some things, even if they weren't all as specific as the things she'd talked about. |
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 19 2014, 12:01:00 AM Post #15 |
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Castor supposed he didn't really understand that, either. The relationship between foster parent and child was more mature, and especially so given his personality. It might have been his own personal brand of apathy that allowed him to view things subjectively. Of course it would be natural for Ryan's father to note such an astonishing feature, hadn't he? Cast supposed his view was the strange one in this situation, he kept it to himself. What could he say about it anyway? Ryan spoke for a long time, about nothing in particular. Cast didn't feel a need to interrupt her, or make comments. Even despite not having anything in particular to say, she wasn't uncomfortable in speaking about her family. He supposed that they couldn't be more different if they tried. Somehow it dissolved into the worry she held for her father, the ex auror. The thought struck something funny. As though his children worrying about him defeated the purpose of his getting a job here. Had his parents been a part of the war? He had no way of knowing. Cast had been little when they were arrested. Any information about his parents had been kept from him for a long time, and he had no way of delving into records about them. No newspapers, or anything of the like. There was unrest and uneasiness. Problems in the school. It wasn't as serious as what had happened before, though. There was no Dark Lord rising into power. Cast didn't know any second generation Elementium. He would not be a part of what was to come, if anything, there was no reason to be. What a strangely dark road for his thoughts to have wandered down. "It's alright," It wasn't as though he had given her any particular guidance as to what she should be talking about. Cast pulled his gaze from her, looked towards the fire. Sideways, as the book connected quietly with the table. "I was asking for it." Well, he'd been asking for something. Something awesome? She moved to take off her sweater. He did a dramatically poor job of not reading into the situation. There was a part of him, buried somewhere deep, that realized the removing of layers had more to do with the temperature of the room. There was a slight movement, like maybe she was planning on putting it back on. Cast realized, belatedly, that he should be more discreet in his staring. Or look elsewhere. Or not be a teenage guy. Something along those lines, anyway. The thought of her retracting as she had before kept him from doing anything too forward. Even though she had come over here, in the end. She was such a tiny, innocent little thing. He wouldn't even know what to do with someone like her. There was a long silence. He cleared his throat belatedly, attempted to pull the loose ends of their conversation back into something cohesive, "Do you sing?" (Not that sort of singing.) She had spoken of music a lot, even if in regards to her father. It seemed a natural progression for his curiosity. Ryan hadn't asked anything in return, either. That was alright, though, he didn't mind listening to her talk. Even when she wasn't a blushing mess about it. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 19 2014, 12:49:24 AM Post #16 |
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Asking for it? Yes. He'd asked. Right. What? She tried to focus on breathing steadily as she felt his eyes linger on her. Quickly, a hand went up to pull fingers through her hair, a nervous reaction. The sweater was laid over the arm of the couch as she decided not to put it back on. Let him look a little bit. The thought made her feel silly, but at the same time.. She liked him. It wasn't like things weren't nearly as close to revealing as they could be, she didn't need to overreact about this. As she was convincing herself to stay calm, he asked her a question. Something she actually could kind of talk about, even demonstrate if he wanted to, "Not like my brother can," She admitted, "But I guess I'm not bad. We were all trained in the same set of different disciplines of music, so eventually we would gravitate to the ones we enjoyed the most. They became the ones most nurtured." She thought about it for a moment, "Beck took on a lot more vocal concentration, but he also plays guitar and bass. Lis is really good at drums, but can play piano well, and sing, too." Ryan thought about it, "If I had to pick strong points for me, the first is piano. Anything with keys." She shrugged, "Guitar isn't far behind. Then probably singing." Yeah, that all sounded about right. "Do you like music?" She asked. He'd managed to find another topic she was comfortable with. She hoped he wouldn't ask her to sing, then again, if he did, she probably would oblige. Immediately, as in all of these situations, her mind went through a list of songs she was comfortable singing. Nothing seemed to be good for this situation. Edited by Ryan Elliot, Apr 19 2014, 12:51:09 AM.
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 19 2014, 05:30:19 PM Post #17 |
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Cast wondered if it was a common thing for her to immediately think to praise someone else, before herself. It was a fairly normal thing, though. I can do this, but someone else can do it better. As though it was bad to be proud of something you accomplished, even if you weren't the best at it. All of them were musically inclined. How horrible it must have been for them here, where there was very little in the way of options for music. Castor was certain there had been a choir at some point but who even knew anymore? It felt strange that they should all be interested in something else. Him? No. He hesitated though, music was important to her. Expressing indifference thus seemed detrimental. To what? He spent a lot of time reading, that would lend itself to music but he often found it distracting. "I prefer silence," Cast murmured, after a small moment had passed. When he gave his attention to things, not just people, he gave his entire attention. "I guess I've never really had a reason to invest time into music." Implying, of course, that this could change. It was a bit too late to ask her to sing, wasn't it? He was still curious. Something else? He felt tired, nothing coming to mind. "You probably don't give yourself enough credit." Commented he, head rolling to one side, resting against the arm sprawled along the couch. Where was he going with this? "Do you miss playing, when you're here?" Piano, right? He had a hard time imagining her play some grand piano. A keyboard seemed far more like her, he wasn't sure. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 19 2014, 07:08:40 PM Post #18 |
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Ryan smiled when he answered her. Music had always been such an integral part of her upbringing, she couldn't imagine life without it. Of course, not everyone was raised how she was. His story was not as fortunate as her's, "Silence can also be a beautiful sound." She agreed, "It's times in silence, I think, where it's easiest for me, as a musician, to create." This probably went for many things. "It's not so much the opposite of music, but.. maybe more like the parent?" She shrugged. Something like that was probably obvious. Maybe she was really tired, "If you'd like, I could maybe teach you some things, music wise I mean." She offered, "Whatever you think you'd be most interested in. When you have the time." Was she rambling? Probably. A lot of people told her things like that; making it seem like it was just a way to make her feel better about herself. Insincere. It was somehow different coming from him, she liked that he believed in her. It shouldn't be so nice, it wasn't fair to everyone else, but her heart couldn't help itself. He was tired, but still asked a question. "Yes, sometimes." She smiled his way, leaned forward a bit to look at him, palms resting on the edge of the couch. Her voice lowered a bit, "Are you tired, Cast?" She asked, "You don't have to stay down here, you know. I'll probably be up for a while." The girl didn't want him to be uncomfortable. If he was sleepy, he should probably head up to his dorm, "I don't mind, really. You should get a good rest in your bed. Be ready for tomorrow." Wow, he really just was.. nice to look at. The thought made her cheeks burn again. It was a wonder she'd been able to stay calm as long as she had. Edited by Ryan Elliot, Apr 19 2014, 07:34:18 PM.
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| Castor Greengrass | Apr 19 2014, 11:46:06 PM Post #19 |
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Silence. Musician. Creation. As interesting a path as any. Poetic in its own right, he supposed. Silence demanded something of you, something to keep you sane; there was little doubt of that. Cast's eyebrows rose at her offer. "We could learn from each other," Murmured he, mostly joking. Honestly, he wouldn't really know where to begin with such things, what to as for. Music wise. Right. "I would like that." Castor's interest was genuine, if somewhat tarnished by what had been said previously. Spending more time with her. What was he thinking? It was alright, though. Most of the people who attempted to get to know him were really aggressive about it. Haven was an example of this, wasn't she? His tired gaze couldn't help but follow her movements. She was blushing again. The Ravenclaw didn't really want to leave right now. Especially if she kept blabbering in such an endearing manner. "Trying to get rid of me again?" Cast moved, also, but not away from the couch. His legs flopped over hers and his head leaned back into the arm of the couch. "Maybe I'll just sleep like this." The grin he gave her was subtle. Cast rarely slept well, there was a reason he looked so tired all of the time. Tonight, it was catching up with him more than it normally did. Not because she was boring him. Maybe because he felt like he could relax around her. Sort of. As much as any teenage guy could be expected to relax. Considering. |
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| Ryan Elliot | Apr 20 2014, 01:08:56 AM Post #20 |
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We could learn from each other. That sounded.. like a really good idea. It was difficult for Ryan to overlook the joke, or the implication. What he followed the joke up with more than made up for it, though. Cast was interested enough to sit with her through learning music? She remembered the basics being grueling. Maybe he didn't know what he was getting into. Or maybe he did.. after all, music was close to her heart. It was kind of dangerous territory, wasn't it? For her more than him. The excitement probably showed on her face more than she would have liked it to, anyway. She laughed and shook her head at his question, "No. I just..." What? Cast moved and his legs were placed over her's. She actually reached out and grabbed them, worried they might fall since she was so close to the edge, then sat back into the seat again. She slowly removed her hands from his legs once they seemed secure. She rolled her eyes at his comment, but she was grinning, "That would be a great rumor for my dad to overhear, wouldn't it?" Her first thought. It didn't matter much to her at the moment, and it was not her intention to get him to worry about anything. Like he needed another reason to lose sleep. Edited by Ryan Elliot, Apr 20 2014, 01:09:37 AM.
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