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Post by Airalynn Marne on Dec 31, 2006 11:27:56 GMT -5
She sighed, she didn't mean to offend him in anyway when she asked, but she shouldn't have. It was very rude of her to do it. She sighed once more. "Sorry, sometimes things just slip out, but you're very much like your father, and your Gram used to tell me stories about what a womanizer he was..." She smiled. "So I assumed you had someone that you liked." She said sadly. "Sorry, I won't bring it up again."
Suddenly an awkward feeling came over her again, like she wanted to leave and never come back. She didn't want to leave at first, but maybe it would be better if she did. She sighed, and decided to give it just a very few more minutes. She looked around and then back at him and she got that sudden feeling again, almost like she was unwanted.
She once felt like this at home too, but this time wasn't as bad as the first time. She sighed, she closed her eyes and found herself on a stage. Everyone was laughing, and throwing things at here. She was trapped inside a cage, waiting for someone to free her, but when they got close enough they would change their minds. She opened her eyes. The day was still beautiful, but inside her was a beast, itching to be released. She felt like she needed to run, but she would stay, and tame this bloody thirst beast. She would not let it ruin the perfect day.
"Quidditch..." She said instantly and a bit on the random side. "How is the team going? Are you ready for the next match? Or is there not enough people to play?" She started talking like 90 miles an hour. "I wish I could be on a team like that, but I have that stupid fear. I should probably overcome it one of these days because it's so babyish. Stupid heights, it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of, but that's okay because I'm a..." She stopped. Oh, no, she was at it again. The insults. The embarrassments. The clues. The unforgivable thoughts.
"I'm not better after all," she whispered, shaking.
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Post by mark on Jan 1, 2007 8:41:18 GMT -5
''Aira? What're you talking about? I'm fine with you talking about that, okay? No problem at all'' said Mark, noticing she seemed to feel a bit unwanted or something after what he said. He didn't realize he'd said it mean, or, in a way, a bit harsh or something. He looked at her, confused and worried, he didn't like the look on her face.
''Are you alright?'' he asked her, worry evident in his voice as he sat up straight, looking at her. He sighed in relief when she seemed okay, and started talking about Quidditch. A grin appeared on his face when she mentioned the team.
''Oh, the team's great, but I think there's only me and Lexi now, so we need to have a lot of try-outs this year'' he explained when she mentioned there not being enough people. His grin faltered when she started talking about her being afraid of heights. He almost groaned, but managed to stop himself. He put his hand around her shoulders again and gave her a reasurring smile.
''Look Aira, being afraid of heights isn't babyish at all. A lot of people are afraid of heights, its not rare or anything. And I'm sure you're strong enough to overcome that fear of yours. I'll even try and teach you how to fly a broom properly if you want, alright?'' he said, smiling at her. He hoped she'd feel better after that. She was just stopping to think about herself so negativly, and now this. He sighed, but he kept smiling at her, hoping she would stop putting herself down so much.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Jan 1, 2007 11:28:17 GMT -5
She took a deep, reassuring breath, and leaned into him, calming herself down before she went completely crazy. No wonder he stopped talking to me, she thought, I wouldn't even talk to me. She looked back to him when he said she'd teach her how to fly, she shook her head.
"Oh, no no no, that's okay. It's pretty much to late now, I can apparate anyway." She said. "I know everything about Quidditch, but I don't think I'd ever be good enough to play." She laughed. "We don't even have a team, and funny thing is I buy a broom every year before school, but never use it." She laughed. "I guess it's just backup in case one of my friends breaks theirs." She sighed, calmed down, and worried about herself.
"I didn't used to be afraid of heights," She sighed. "I just encountered a near-death experience, but it was recently." She said. "And rather stupid." She sighed. "Well, not extremely recently, but it was the beginning of second year. I went to try-outs for Quidditch, and when I was chasing the snitch I got a bad angle on my broom, and I fell off, forty feet into the air." She sighed. "Funny thing is, I was hospitalized, and no one ever even paid me a visit. I wasn't staying at your grams at that time, but if I was she'd probably come visit me."
She paused for a few minutes. "Well, I lied. I did get visited by the Keeper of the team, telling me I didn't make it. That's all he said, and then left. I felt embarrassed, and I put the broom away and never took it out again." She explained. "Sure, I thought about it, but as soon as I got of the ground I would start shaking and end up jumping off of it anyway, before it happened again."
She sighed, returning to remembering her few minute break down from before and she pulled her legs to herself and tucked her face within her knees. Suddenly she started laughing. She didn't know why, nor did she know how to stop. She had no idea what she was laughing at, but she was just laughing. Who knows.
She had to pay him back, somehow, for what he had said to her and cared so much for her when she obviously could not care for herself. She just merely smiled and opened up her bag, unlocked her journal and opened up to the page that she wrote on today. She showed him it and with a smile she had handed it to him. And there, scripted in bright red ink, it said: I love his smile.
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Post by mark on Feb 3, 2007 9:40:17 GMT -5
Sometimes it really annoyed Mark how low Aira thought of herself. He was convinced that she was a great girl, and he loved hanging out with her. But from the stories she told, he got the picture that almost no one seemed to agree with him on that. And he thought that was rather impossible. How could someone not like this girl? She was kind, caring and she was a great friend. He wished he knew the people that talked so low of her, so he could show them what he thought.
He chuckled when she said she could apparate now, and shook his head. So what if she could apparate? Flying was always fun to learn, right? He thought so, atleast, but perhaps that was the Weasley blood in him. He'd always loved flying, but that was because his mum and dad both liked flying as well. He'd been taught at a very young age how to fly, and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
He frowned when she said she bought a broom every year, even if she didn't play. He didn't really get why she did that. If you didn't play Quidditch, then why would you buy a broom? It looked like a waste of money to him, but perhaps she had a good reason for it. He wasn't going to ask though, he didn't want to risk her getting sad again.
He gave Aira a sympathic look as she told about what happened at that Quidditch try-out. He felt bad about not being there for her back then, but he knew that wasn't going to help her. He wished that his grandma had known Aira earlier, so then he could've been there for her when that had happened. He clenched his fists as she told him about that Captain. What an ass! How could he be so cold when a member from his house was in the hospital wing?
He was about to say something about it when she suddenly started laughing. He raised an eyebrow, giving her a curious look. He was a bit confused as to why she suddenly started laughing. He hadn't said anything funny, and what she had just told him wasn't exactly funny either. He followed her movements with his eyes and frowned when she showed him her journal. He frowned and read the words that were written on the page. A smile appeared on his face as he handed the book back to her.
He looked at Aira, not really knowing what to say. So she loved his smile. What was he going to do with that information? He really didn't know. Did this mean that she liked him or something? He really wasn't good with girls, so he decided to just keep quiet, and not say anything. He looked at her and gave her a smile, waiting for her to say something, seeing as he really didn't know what to say.
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Post by Airalynn Marne on Feb 4, 2007 20:10:53 GMT -5
She wondered why he said nothing when she had showed him the words. Perhaps it made him more uncomfortable than she expected. After all it wasn't supposed to be taken in any wrong way at all, he was like a brother to her. That was it, and that was how she liked it. The problem, though, was it wasn't until after he had read it that she felt terrible about writing it. She wasn't surprised he took it the wrong way, for how could she be so stupid? It seemed like forever since they had talked and his smile did nothing but make her feel comfortable and placed in the world. Perhaps she was crazy, but she didn't care.
Day after day she would notice that everyone these days seemed less and less interested and more on edge then usually. How much it took from someone to get a simple smile out of people. It was nice coming here, conversing with an old friend, and feeling nothing but the intended reason to stay where she was supposed to be. She would not move. She would not run. She sat like a statue as she began to zone out of where she actually was. She calmly faded into her own little world and in one of her random day dreams.
She suddenly fell into a world that was surrounded by a bright beautiful sky, but the ground was not visible. She was contently floating through the clouds when suddenly she fell. As she gasped and screamed a silent movie scream, she found her rhythm, relying on her broom. Her body shook with fear as her broom took off, acting on it's own behalf. Her head spun with the fear of falling again, but she took a deep breath and found her balance. She smiled and then suddenly found herself back in reality. She shook her head and quietly apologized for zoning out, and then turned.
"You know what?" She asked, putting her book away and intending to forget everything. "I think I will fly today." She said gently. "As random as that sounds, I just had a vision." She laughed. "It feels like not really a fear but more of a reason not to fly and apparate more. Wait... that doesn't make sense, but never mind." She laughed, laying back into the grass and remembering all that happened.
Her mind went into a totally different subject. She remembered that Hogsmead wasn't that close to Hogwarts. She got an idea and suddenly said. "Oh yes, I almost forgot... I got a letter from your aunt Hermione yesterday. She wants to see you before school starts at some point, something about exciting news." She laughed and suddenly remembered something else. "Oh, yes, guess what." She asked in a horrified saddened tone. "I got another letter too... from my father."
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