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Post by sprightly on May 18, 2007 16:48:38 GMT -5
Sprightly stood up and walked over the the doorway, she poked her head into the shack and looked around slowly, apparently totally ignoring Aslin "It smells like wet dog in here" she wrinkled her nose and pulled her head back out. "So you you" she added to Aslin bluntly "It's okay though I don't mind. You look like hell, did you know that?" she rolled her shoulders, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in her rather silly muggle getup. Everything around her had gone rather badly wrong, if the boys had just listened to her and gotten a teacher then everything would have been fine but now Aslin was hurt and weak. It was probably sort of her fault as well, after all she'd just sat there idly watching and offering commentary instead of behaving responsibly.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 19, 2007 7:35:02 GMT -5
Aislin turned red when Sprightly said wet dog. "[red]...thanks Spry...[/red]" she said embarassed. "[red]At least I look how I feel for once,[/red]" she then said. The words kept coming back to her. 'Wet dog' that is. Sprightly, Nico, and the headmistress were the only ones at Hogwarts who knew what Aislin was. She didn't exactally want the world to know, but there was really nothing she could do about it if Sprightly said something, or the boys guessed. She bit her lip and looked at Sprightly. "[red]I don't want the whole school to know,[/red]" she said not caring if anyone understood her or not. Her statement was directed at Sprightly, about being werewolf rather than stuck in the shack.
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Post by sprightly on May 20, 2007 22:11:53 GMT -5
"You shouldn't have been playing around in there, you could have been killed. Do you have any idea what it would have done to me, to all of us, if you'd died?" she said, suddenly sharp "And, just so you know, it isn't because of your..." she paused and leaned in close to Aslin "See-aych-ay-en-gee-eee" she whispered, apparently having returned to her usual self "that it smells weird in there" she pressed her hand against the door frame and swayed violently to the left. "Ohh, headrush, don't know what did that. "No, no, no this was wild and different, much less control" she bit back a howl "Kinda sexy actually" she giggled.
"But this is no place for reminiscing about..." she stopped and wondered what she meant by that. She wasn't a werewolf like Aslin, there was no reason she should have smelled blood on Fork or dog in the shack. More importantly there was no reason to remember a wolf in the shack at all, the only creatures who had been there in years were the students there now. There was certainly no reason to remember a dog and wolf wrestling playfully in the wreckage that was the shack's decor. The only explanation, the only way to explain it at all was that she was teetering on the brink of sanity. Still, it was odd that Aslin had confirmed that she had changed in the shack when Sprightly had only imagined it.
"It's a deathtrap here. Let's go before another one of you manages to get hurt" she said, trying to sound stern as she massaged the headache from her temples. This whole day was one royal cockup. The real shame was that it would take a great deal of alcohol to forget and that Sprightly was not in possession of any appreciable amount of alcohol.
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Post by kai on May 21, 2007 18:56:10 GMT -5
Kai was not paying attention for their conversation. He was looking around mindlessly, but he heard the comment about wet dogs. He thought it was a strange comment, and the girl had said it in an abnormal sort of way. Kai just let it pass, he figured it was some sort of girl thing. He listen while the girl scolded the other. They seemed to be good friends by the way they talked to each other. Kai knew the girl was right about it being dangerous, but he felt like doing something stupid like staying around. "I think we should check this place out, there could be some very interesting things here. Who knows what kind of things have been left or lost in here?" Kai said, feeling awkward for interrupting their conversation.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 22, 2007 17:22:31 GMT -5
Aislin was surprised when Sprightly started talking about how much it would mean if she died. Aisin had never really thought about it, nor did it ever occur to her that Sprightly would care in the slightest. She watched the girl rub her temples and it occurred to her that Sprightly could be feeling a bit…under the weather? The expression on her face clearly made it seem so. She also wondered how Sprightly could smell wet dog in the first place. Aislin herself could scent that and a misture of other scents, including the salty and metallicy scent of blood, and the faint scent of deodorant and b.o.
That’s weird…this boy doesn’t seem to notice it at all… she thought. She frowned and wiped at her arm that was soaked in blood, no longer coming from a cut. It didn’t even occur to her before this moment that Sprightly probably wasn’t joking. Aislin surely did look like crap. Dirt and blood matted her clothes everywhere and her hair was knotted a bit after all of the changing and squabbles.
Then the boy spoke and Aislin jumped at the sudden sound. Sprightly had just finished telling her that they should leave, and this boy wanted to stay, and frankly, Aislin didn’t care. She was tired, and she just wanted to go to sleep. She was no longer thinking clearly and she closed her eyes for a short period of time. When she opened them, she spoke slowly and with great effort. “[red]There isn’t anything special in here except the little chest in the floor boards…[/red]” she said. After she said it, she realized that she could smell the silver contents, and no one else could. “[red]I…heard about it from my…sister…[/red]” she lied unable to think of anything else to say.
As if to prove her point, she crawled on her hands and knees a few feet to her left and pulled up the boards. At first, she couldn’t see anything, but she wiped some dust away below them and saw that what she had first mistaken for the foundation of the shack, was actually the chest. She pulled it out and set it next to her. It wasn’t very large, only about the size of a computer, but it took effort to get it up.
“[red]That’s the only thing in here. Now, this building is creaking and groaning. I do not want to be in here when it gives way,[/red]” she said, unaware that the building was doing so quietly, so that only Aislin could hear it. She stood and walked shakily to the doorway. “[red]All right. Firewhiskey on me everyone,[/red]” she said supporting herself on the door frame. “[red]If you want that trunk, you’d better grab it,[/red]” she added to the boy. She looked outside and saw the rain. Greeeat she thought sourly, letting out a very loud scream as thunder rumbled. She was terrified of thunder. That’s when she first saw the other boy.
When she was covering her ears.
And screaming her lungs out.
Loud.
She was too scared to be embarassed, and she whimpered as she stared into his eyes. A flash of lightening reflected in her eyes and she lowered her hands as she admired the effect of the rain and lightning together. Her sanctuary was soon disturbed with another clap of thunder, and another ear-piercing scream from Aislin. She sank to the floor sobbing. Now she was embarassed. Terrified...but embarassed.
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Post by sprightly on May 24, 2007 0:11:15 GMT -5
Sprightly jumped in surprise when Aslin frst screamed. It was something of a distressing situation, among the rag-tag group of students congregated by the shack Aslin was the only one Sprightly really knew or felt any sort of friendship with. For some reason understandable only through Sprightly logic Aslin was one of the lucky few Sprightly followed like an eager puppy. That meant that Aslin was supposed to be somewhat dependable. Even in Sprightly's skewed book, where 'high probability of death' was nearly synonymous with 'Something good. Possibly treasure?', the phrase 'somewhat dependable' excluded falling down and screaming for no discernible reason.
The second thunderclap and accompanying scream clarified things neatly. While Sprightly didn't pride herself on logical reasoning this particular mystery was about as difficult to put together as a two piece jigsaw puzzle. "You are afraid of thunderstorms!" she said as if this were something to be completely ashamed of. "Hey, its all bark, there aren't any teeth..." she pointed out just as she realized that Aslin was probably not listening to her at all. Slowly she knelt down next to the sobbing girl "Hey, ducky, I can make you deaf if that would help, I found a spellbook summer that told me how, sundus. No matter what though, you need to know, you are going to buy me and those drastically underaged boys some strong alcohol or else" it was a far cry from tactful or comforting, but there was a small chance it could be just the splash of cold water Aslin needed to snap out of it.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on May 24, 2007 19:47:06 GMT -5
Stradivarius watched out of the corner of his eye in silence, leaning his forehead against his forearm against the side of the shack beside the door. What had he heard, just a few moments ago? Something about dogs and change...? He had backed down once the other boy and the older girl, who seemed quite familiar with Aislin, had essentially taken charge of the situation. Groups larger than three made him quite edgy, social friction rising like the fur on a startled cat, and he tended to get into vicious arguments when that happened, and then he got migraines that rendered him apathetic and unproductive for hours on end. The boy had been just about to turn and leave in the other direction when the copper-headed girl who had been in the shack screamed. Spinning quickly around, he caught the girl's terrified rain-blue eyes as she fell into a crouch, shrieking at another rumble of thunder. Afraid of thunder, apparently. Stradivarius realized that he hadn't even noticed the rain, but those beautiful blue eyes would be burned into his brain for quite some time... He shook his head. What am I thinking? The other girl, a frail thing, immediately squatted next to her, speaking indistinctly. Ignoring the boy, who stood looking apprehensive and unsure what do do, Stradivarius crouched on the other side of the redhead, speaking to both her and the other girl. "Come, let's get ourselves inside somewhere. Alcohol or none, we shouldn't stand about out here, it'll get nasty fast." He propped the redhead's pale arm over his shoulder, half-helping, half-lifting her to a hunched standing position, motioning for the other girl to do the same, and nodded off in the direction of the nearest tavern. "We'll head there..." He wasn't so sure he wanted to associate with these people, but he had no choice right now.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 26, 2007 18:20:14 GMT -5
Aislin’s heart began to thud wildly when the boy put his arm around her in some manner. His touch was warm and his eyes reassuring. She stood with his help and looked at Sprightly, uncovering her ears. “[red]What would you like?[/red]” she asked as the party began across the grounds. Aislin had water dripping down her face within moments, and she soon was drenched down to her underwear. She was beginning to relax just as another clap of thunder roared. Aislin covered her ears and turned into the boy’s arms without any moment’s thought. When it was over, she was red from embarrassment, and she averted her gaze, trying not to look at him. He’s only a first year…why are you so…why are you acting like this, Aislin? she asked herself in her mind.
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Post by sprightly on May 27, 2007 10:46:00 GMT -5
Sprightly paused for a long moment “I don’t want anything Aslin” that was a lie. She wanted something to make her heart go numb, a glass of apathy, a shot of full blown brain death. What she really wanted was a simple liquid explanation for the hallucinations and delusions. “I just said all that to get you up, snap you out of it. I’d never be that mean to you… Well, I would about a year ago but that’s all gone away”
I’m not like Nic, I’m not going to be my own idiot father. Whereas Nic is swiftly turning into a self-absorbed, abusive, manipulating bastard I totally refuse to become an alcoholic desperately trying to hide from my personal demons… she thought. The only external cue she gave of her internal turmoil was a deep sigh. She wrapped her arm around her friend, her hand resting on top of Stradivarius’s. Her head was throbbing and, though she wasn’t aware of it, she had a fever. “I love you, Aslin” she whispered “Please, don’t ever leave me” she added leaning very close to the other girl and kissing her softly on the cheek.
An instant later she perked up, her head bobbing about like an alert prairie dog. If she had been a German Shepherd her ears would have been pricking about. “Hey, kid, you’re kind of cute. You know that?” she called to Stradivarius, suddenly very cheerful.” I'm Sprightly by the way, Sprightly Raffington, you might have seen me in the papers. My father was murdered horribly" she spoke about twice as fast as she normally did "I think I might know you from somewhere..." she added "Are you... oops!" she started to say something but slipped and nearly fell through the rotting porch "I'm okay, perfectly fine, shipshape! Aslin, you alright?"
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on May 27, 2007 15:39:58 GMT -5
Stradivarius had been quite surprised, and more than a little awkward when the redheaded had suddenly clung to him, but as she let go, he had found that he didn't mind. Strange... I don't even know her name! What am I thinking?! I like her?! No! First of all, she's obviously a second-year. And secondly... His parents appeared in his mind. ...Oh, hell, no. I'd be killed. His parents had prearranged his marriage at birth. Purely for their own benefit of course. Stradivarius felt treated like a dog owned by a selective breeder. “Hey, kid, you’re kind of cute. You know that? I'm Sprightly by the way, Sprightly Raffington, you might have seen me in the papers. My father was murdered horribly. I think I might know you from somewhere..." The other girl spoke to him very quickly, then stumbled as she slipped on a broken board, but instantly proclaimed herself unhurt. Stradivarius wondered what she had just whispered to Aislin. He hesitated slightly before replying. "Er... Thank you, I suppose. My name is Stradivarius deMorvang, you've probably heard of my family, at the very least. And I do believe I have heard of you, you're the air to a PureBlood family, right?" he frowned slightly, hoping he recalled correctly. Pushing open the door of the tavern, Stradivarius prudently directed everyone to a table in a corner away from the door, and the sound of thunder. The place was almost empty, everyone having gone home or back to school to get out of the rain. In an effort to ease tension, he proposed, "Here, I'll buy drinks. I'm not bragging, I'm not proud of my family, but they have a nearly limitless fortune, so it's really no imposition on me... " He paused. "So, er, what would you like?" He asked the group.
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Post by sprightly on May 27, 2007 19:09:29 GMT -5
“Yes, yes, heiress to hundreds of millions, to say nothing of the property and prestige. I wish I weren’t. I wish I were a muggleborn. And an American. And about five inches taller” she grinned “It’s all very tiring, being me. Everyone expects, and expects, and expects and I can’t live up. I guess it’s because I’m somewhat mad, or so they tell me. I’m a radical, a liberal, fanatical…” she grinned “As you may have noticed when I mentioned how darkly attractive you are” she giggled.
He was, she believed, a cousin, at some point on the family tree they were related for certain. She knew there were deMorvangs in her family, she’d even had the ill fortune to meet some of them, though not necessarily any that were closely related to Stradivarius. Luckily her encounters had been few, while her grandfather had been very close with the family her father had despised them. Evil-minded, medieval, overzealous, and inbred had been a few choice adjectives her father had had for them (inbred being a bit ironic since he and his wife had been cousins). This was not, as it may have seemed, because of any flaw on their part so much as it was that they thought he was a moronic playboy squandering his fortune and life on silly juvenile pursuits. Other family members had been far more troublesome, trying to get him committed or have Sprightly taken away
“Buy me a drink though, oh darkly attractive violin-boy, and I will break you in half. In four years I will be probably the richest seventeen year old in the world, and undoubtedly the most eligible bachelorette. My father being dead I get to choose my own mate now and I’m afraid dear Nicodemus may have to work to get the honor” that was said mostly to Aslin. “I can beat you at the ‘my daddy’s richer’ game, cousin, and I can buy myself a drink” she grinned playfully, everything she said was said in merry sing-song that made it clear she was joking.
(If any of this is un-okay just tell me. I'm on allergy medication right now. Also, whoever invented water-polo should be shot in their fool head)
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 27, 2007 19:32:19 GMT -5
Aislin continued to walk with them all, a little baffled about Sprightly’s rather…friendly gesture. She didn’t know what to say so she simply smiled and uttered a weak, “[red]Of course I won’t.[/red]” She felt how hot Sprightly was and wondered if she had a fever, or is Aislin was unusually cold. But even as she thought, she felt that her own face was hot, and knew that Aislin had a fever, so Sprightly’s was probably much worse. “[red]…I’m…fine…[/red]” Aislin muttered weakly, knowing it very well to be a lie. She was still a bit embarrassed about this…Stradivarius. Though he didn’t seem to mind about her sudden…outburst, Aislin still felt rather awkward about clinging to him like she had.
So, er, what would you like? came Stradivarius’s voice. Aislin slid into the seat next to him and did not answer at first. She thought a long moment and then decided that she wanted to forget her headache now, forgetting that she would surely pay for it later. “[red]Just a fire whiskey,[/red]” she answered resting her head on the cool table. Her pale skin was now getting more pink than usual, but she disregarded it, thinking that she had only hit her head too hard, which she probably did in addition to getting sick.
Unlike most of her kind, Aislin got sick and very vulnerable whenever she transformed. She would probably crawl into bed tonight and change into a werewolf, whether she wanted to or not. She would have to make an escape to the Forbidden Forest after curfew.
She sat up and looked at Stradivarius. “[red]Please let me pay for my own. I really don’t want to be a bother,[/red]” she said shyly. She was actually rather wealthy as well. Her father and mother (aunt and uncle in reality) left her all of their wizarding money and savings that added up to quite a bit of money. She also had all of her boarding paid for by her real parents, who wanted nothing to do with Aislin since the death of her twin Morganna.
She glanced at Sprightly and closed her eyes shortly after, keeping them closed for a long time while her nausea passed. “[red]You sure you’re all right?[/red]” she asked Sprightly when she opened them again, fixing them on her friends face. “[red]Don’t lie to me,[/red]” she added in a whisper.
She was all too aware that her leg was making contact with Stradivarius’s, and she tried desperately to keep her eyes up. She failed and glanced at her leg and his before looking back up at Sprightly, Aislin’s face flushing deeper with every moment.
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Post by sprightly on May 28, 2007 12:28:26 GMT -5
She leaned in very close to Aslin’s face “Aslin, I am not alright. Alright is the very last thing I am, and while I am a known liar I am not lying about this. If you want to know more, ask me when we’re alone. I’ll not-lie to you until you hate me if you want” she said with a sad smile. Something about the question seemed to have bothered her very much. She didn’t order anything to drink, she wasn’t thirsty enough to desire actual libation and wasn’t stupid enough for alcohol. It made her feel a bit silly, making such a deal about the deMorvang boy buying her a drink and then not ordering but she always felt kind of silly. She was, after all, a silly person or at least that was what people told her.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on May 28, 2007 12:59:03 GMT -5
Aislin looked at her worriedly, but just nodded slowly. "[red]I won't hate you...I promise,[/red]" she whispered. "[red]Tell me later then,[/red]" she said softly. Something was wrong...very wrong. Sprightly wasn't acting completely like Sprightly. It scared Aislin, but she had to respect Spry's wished. "[red]You'd better make that two fire whiskeys,[/red]" she added in a louder voice feeling the throbbing in her skull.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on May 28, 2007 20:25:45 GMT -5
((Spry, the family stuff is fine by me. I mean, how long can you wait until all the PureBloods are at least distantly related, no?))
Stradivarius complied silently, plying Aislin with her requested firewhiskey. He wondered vaguely what the two were conversing so quietly, but made no intrusions to their conversation. He found himself watching her face, her eyes which flickered as she spoke, her lips forming words he couldn't hear. Her inflections were elegant, Scottish, maybe? No matter. Suddenly her glance flicked toward the edge of the table, and he suddenly became sharply aware that, with the rather cramped legroom beneath the table, his and Aislin's legs were quite entangled. Mortifying. Bravely resisting the impulse to blush deeply, he shifted his chair ever-so-slightly away from her, pulling his legs slowly away. Stradivarius only hoped that Sprightly, who seemed rather infatuated with him, as far as he could tell, didn't assume his motion in her direction to be an invitation for flirting. Sitting back in his chair, he watched the girls talk. After a few moments, he noticed that Aislin was much rosier in color than she had been just a few minutes ago, and was she swaying slightly in her chair? She's probably caught a fever, perhaps? From being in the rain. And she's probably weak from blood loss. ...Come to think of it, Miss Raffington doesn't look much better. "Pardon my interruption, miss, but are you alright? You both look rather feverish..." Stradivarius inquired shyly with concern displayed in the lift of an eyebrow. If they had both caught something it would be best to arrange for the return of all three of them to the campus.
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