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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 29, 2006 21:28:07 GMT -5
The grass was a bit greener than she expected it to be. The streets of Hogsmead sparkled within the deep rays of sun shine as the minutes passed by. A small girl walked through the town holding a book within her arms. She held it tight, and with a smile she looked into the sky. It seemed like it would be a perfect day, and she needed one of those.
She entered a small coffee shop and looked around. It was almost empty, but she loved coming here for the hot tea. She sat down at a table on the other side of the room and ordered her drink. When it arrived, she finally opened her book and began writing. She looked back and forth from her book to the window and back again.
She would chew gently on the body of her quill with an irritated look. What would she write? She gave up, and began to spoon sugar into her tea. Within only mere seconds she found herself sketching upon her book instead of writing. She dropped her spoon on the table, forgetting her drink was there, and her inspiration drove her wild.
She was in a sort of trans, for she could not stop what she was doing. She tried over and over to stop, but she couldn't. She wanted to draw, and she didn't even know what she was drawing. She just kept doing it, neglecting everything around her, until she finished, sat back against her chair, and sipped her cold tea.
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 12:10:25 GMT -5
Mark was strolling around Hogsmeade, not really knowing where he should go. He was glad the weather was better than the last time he'd been outside, seeing as he was hozed by the rain that time. He grinned when he looked up at the sky, happy the weather was better than it had been that day. Without really knowing where he was going, he turned left in the village, stopping infront of a small coffee shop. He looked at the name, and vaguely remembered someone mentioned that place. He hadn't really heard good stories about it, and a lot of people called it mooshy, but he didn't really care. He shrugged and opened the door, but kept standing in the entry as he scanned the shop for familiar faces.
A smile appeared on his face when he recognized Airalyn. He carefully made his way over, sneaking behind her. Then he suddenly put his hands on her shoulders, hoping to make her jump.
''Hey, what're you doing Aira?'' he asked her, sitting down at her table and scanning her book.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 12:15:59 GMT -5
She sipped her tea slightly when in a split second something had grabbed her. She screamed and threw her cup of tea behind her and onto the one who had hit her. She stood up, panicking greatly as she started whispering as everyone stared. "Oh my god, Mark! I'm so sorry!!!" She said embarrassingly.
"Oh no, I dumped it all over you, You know not to do that, you are aware that I am extremely paranoid!" She calmed down a bit, cleaned everything up, and watched him sit. She started laughing, and then answered his question.
"I was just in here to get a cup of tea, but got side trapped into drawing in my journal." She opened her book. "For some reason I keep drawing simple things like flowers and somehow they arrange into something else, and it seems I can always see my moms face." She stopped, staring at the spot on his shirt. "Oh my, I'm really sorry about the tea."
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 12:32:34 GMT -5
Mark jumped back when she threw her cup at him, but he was too late. He grinned as she fussed, not really caring about his shirt. He looked at it, knowing his mum wasn't going to be very happy with him when she'd see the spot on shirt, but he shrugged it of.
''It's okay, really, I should've known better'' he then said, chuckling softly. He listened to her answering his question and he smiled at her.
''Why do you keep seeing your mothers face then?'' he asked her confused. He waved his hand dismissivly(sp?) when she apologized again.
''It's really not that big of a deal. I mean, come on, it's just a shirt.''
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 12:39:02 GMT -5
She calmed down greatly as she sat. She attempted to laugh it off, but the picture was still in her mind. She looked down to her feet and twirled her fingers within her hair before she was given another cup of tea. "Would you like one?" She asked. She then sighed greatly.
"I guess I see my moms face because all the guilt is sortof packed up inside Of me and it just keeps coming back. Every page in this journal brings her up and how much I want to change the past." She then smiled.
"I want her to be alive, but I'm kinda glad my father threw me out. If he didn't, I never would have lived with your grandma for so long, and I love it there." She smiled. "Most of all I'm glad I met you. You were once the only one I could really talk to." She smiled. "Thank you."
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 12:45:42 GMT -5
Mark smiled at Airalynn when he sat down, grabbing a napkin to try and clean up his shirt a bit. He nodded when she asked if he wanted some tea.
''Oh yeah, I'd like some'' he said, throwing the napkin away after he gave up trying to clean up his shirt. He gave her a symphatic smile when she talked about her mother. He wished he could help her, but he knew that was impossible. You just can't revive the dead. He smiled when she thanked him for talking to her.
''No problem at all. You know I'll always be there if you want anyone to talk to'' he then said, smiling at her as he lent back in his chair.
''And my grandma would've taking you in no matter what, if you wanted or not.''
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 12:51:01 GMT -5
She smiled. "Thats what makes your grandma the most wonderous people I've ever met." She sighed, spooning sugar into her tea. "The only people I had been around before was my parents, and well... my dad wasn't exactly the nicest."
She watched him clean up his shirt. "I still feel really bad, your mom is going to freak." She laughed. "I love your family. Everyone is so close and so sweet and everything. I really wish my family wasn't so broken, but instead I invaded another family."
She sighed once again. "Did your grandma ever tell you my story?"
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 12:59:13 GMT -5
''Yeah, I really like the fact that my family is so close. I mean, it can be annoying that everyone knows everything about everyone, but it's also very nice. It feels safe, you know?'' replied Mark, smiling as he thought of his family. He shook his head when she asked if his grandma ever teld her his story.
''Grandma would never do that. She doesn't tell other people's stories without permission'' he said, smiling as the waiter brought his tea. He sipped from it and almost burned his tongue.
''Okay, that wasn't too smart. Anyway, if it's too painful you don't have to tell me, okay?''
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 13:09:46 GMT -5
She laughed as he burnt his tongue and then picked up at their original conversation. "No, I want you to know, for I should have told you years ago, but now I think I'm ready to speak to you. You are the only one I ever talked to back at your Grams, and I just don't want anyone else to know but you and your grandparents. I'm pretty sure your Mum and Dad know though, you know how sneaky your dad can be." She laughed.
"Well, my story," She sighed. "Why I am the way I am is because I was always treated like an outcast. It's like I never had a family. We were close for a little while, but then my mother got really sick. We asked for doctors to come see her from all over, but it was no use. No one could find out what was wrong. Just mere weeks after my mother had fallen ill I had received my letter to Hogwarts." She sipped her tea gently. "My father read the letter first and then everything fell apart. He blamed me for my mother's illness, and a week before I entered school my mother had died."
"I had no where to go, no food, no money, because my father still blamed me and in just mere minutes thrown me out. I found refuge at the Castle of Hogwarts where I worked in the kitchens with the elves to earn money for my robes and such. Finally, by the end of second year I was able to carry on by myself with the money I earned, but I was still very young. Your grandma took me in."
"Even though it happened so long ago I still remember that every time I touched my mother she would get sicker. Maybe I really did kill my mom." She looked away. "My dad fled the country and now he's gone, but he still blames me... maybe it really was me."
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 13:17:39 GMT -5
Mark listened intently as Airalynn told her story, feeling very sorry for her. He couldn't imagine why someone would hate a nice girl like her, and why someone would think she would ever hurt her mother. From how she told the story, he could see that she'd really loved her mother.
''It's ridiculous that your father thought it was you. Magic doesn't make people sick'' he said softly, smiling faintly at her. He smiled when she mentioned his grandma taking her in. That was just so Molly Weasley.
''And you have to stop thinking it was you. It wasn't alright? If you keep thinking like, well... its not gonna make you feel any better.''
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 13:22:44 GMT -5
She shook her head. "I know I should stop, but for some reason when I entered school I felt even worse. I was sorted into the Hufflepuff house, and I was completely ungrateful. Gryffindors, like you," She smiled. "Are brave and daring, Ravenclaws have all the brains, Slytherins are just rude little... nevermind." She shook her head. "I was sorted into a house that has nothing to describe me, but an outcast. Basically we're stupid, which I agree."
"My father doesn't realized magic can't hurt you because he's a muggle. There, you have it. I'm a mudblood."
She cursed at her self once again.
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 13:25:54 GMT -5
''The Hufflepuffs are the kind and caring. The ones that will always be there for you, and the ones that don't care what your past is or what you've done. Those are great qualities Aira'' countered Mark, shaking his head at Airalynn.
''You know, if you keep thinking about things negatively like that its not gonna help you'' he then noted, taking another sip from his tea, careful not to burn his tongue.
''And don't you use that stupid word again. You're not a mudblood, you're a bright, muggle-born witch. And why do you say that anyway? You think I care about blood? Aira, I'm a Weasley!''
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 13:32:52 GMT -5
"I don't find myself anything but screwed up." She spoke. "Oh my, I'm annoying myself!"
"I know I should stop, but even if I stop speaking it, I'm still going to think it. Except, what I think about is far worse than what I speak of. I guess your Gram never told you I was placed in a hospital for about four months either, huh?" She stopped. "I guess she wouldn't, bless her soul, but yet, I was hospitalized because of the stuff I had done to myself."
She trailed off. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. She cursed at herself over and over and over again. Hopefully, he can't read minds.
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Post by mark on Dec 30, 2006 13:57:44 GMT -5
''I didn't know about that, but I don't care, you're better now aren't you?'' replied Mark, shrugging. He hoped she didn't take him 'not caring' wrong, but he just didn't care all that much about what had happened to her in the past. He cared for her anyway, and he knew her as a nice, caring girl.
''And you should always think positively. All those stuff happened in the past, think of the future in a good way. Just... don't look back all the time'' he then said, sighing as he took another sip of his tea.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 30, 2006 14:06:09 GMT -5
She smiled a gentle smile. "You're right." She laughed. "I guess I shouldn't think of it, because when I saw my mom getting sick, I swore that one time my father had slipped something into her drink, but I thought I was crazy, yeah... nevermind."
She looked over and she could see her reflection in the window. "Everyone says I look almost identical to her... I don't remember much. I was only ten." She smiled. "It's so beautiful outside today. I missed it, with all the rain we've been having! Yelk! I love the sun." She sipped her tea as the beams made slight sparkles within her deep brown eyes.
She just stared, in a sort of trans, and smiled. Forgetting everything, and looked back to find that he was still with her. He said he would be, and that's what made her feel most safe. "How about we go for a walk." She smiled.
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