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Post by Dominick Raditz on Nov 7, 2006 9:56:32 GMT -5
Dom entered the room of requirements, unaware of how much time had passed since he left the Lycan tunnels. It was late, very late, but at least he had managed to get there undetected. He wasn't in the mood for seeing people just yet, there was always a chance they could get hurt. He turned back into his human form, and looked around the room. It wasn't quite what he had expected, but then he had never been in the room of requirements in that mood before, and he had left it to it's own devices. There was a large armchair in one corner, and several punch bags were suspended from the ceiling. He walked up to one of them and hit it, his arm ripping through the fabric, creating a hole so big the bag fell from it's support, the weight of it tearing the few surviving threads.
He span round, back kicking the bag as it fell, sending it flying into the wall. He was starting to feel better already, the aggression relieving all his built up anger and tension. He leaped at a third bag, turning into wolf form in mid air, and sank his fangs deep into the fabric, tearing through the side of it, causing the sand inside to pour out onto the floor. He barred his fangs, growling, then shook his head to clear the sand form his mouth. He turned back to the mess he had made, only to discover that the room had cleaned it, and replaced the bags. He smiled slightly, though it seemed menacing in his wolf form, then pounced one of the new bags. He dug his rear claws into the bag, holding him in place as he raked his front claws across the fabric, tearing more holes in it and creating more mess.
He was enjoying himself, and getting more exercise than he had in months, as well as working off his anger. He leaped from his bag, turned back into his human form, and kicked the last bag in mid air, before landing gracefully. The bag swung hard on its support, hit the ceiling, and broke its way free, disappearing just before it hit the floor. The room was adjusting itself, sensing that he had finished his work out. A desk appeared next to the chair, a muggle C.D. player and a selection of albums were on top of it. He walked over to the desk, found an album to help him relax, and then sat down in the chair. He closed his eyes, listening to the music which now filled the room (Meteora, Linkin Park) and setting his thoughts in order.
Had he really asked to stay friends with Kali? What had he been thinking, that was usually the girls line. Sure, it meant he could keep an eye on Devante, but it also meant that he would still be spending time with her, constantly reminded of what he had lost. He cursed his stupidity, but it was too late now. It had happened, but he would probably stay away from her for a bit, if he could. Keep acting natural, just give her and himself enough time to get past everything. He stopped worrying about things, just listened to the music, getting lost in the lyrics, relaxing, and calming down. He needed to have everything under control for lessons the next day, so decided to stay there fr the rest of the night.
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Nov 15, 2006 15:32:03 GMT -5
Eilionoir was growing restless; for the first time in ages, she couldn't just sit and stare out the window. Making her first friend in 5 years had revived her spirit somehow, and at the moment sitting still wasn't possible. She'd been tapping her foot and her pen all day, not paying attention during class for once--her mind was wandering far too much for her own good. Not that she could help it...
She rose from her seat by the window in the common room, which was mostly empty due to the late hour. Eilionoir stuck her song notebook into the inside pocket of her robes and walked silently over to the portrait hole; no one even noticed her slip out in the form of a small black cat. The Fat Lady was snoring, so she stopped worrying about detection and started wondering where she could go.
Eilionoir thought for a minute--where hadn't she been yet? Then she remembered rumors of the Room of Requirements, and decided that she wanted to see if it was really there. She'd made special note of this room upon arriving, but never actually seen it, so she knew where it supposedly was and how to get in. She decided to give it a shot, and the black cat set out, trotting along cheerfully at the prospect of an "adventure."
When she reached the seventh floor it was deserted, as was the sixth (she'd double checked before progressing upstairs). Eilionoir walked along and found the tapestry. She decided to change back to human form, then walked past the blank stretch of wall a few times. She wondered vaguely what the room looked like when idle, so she thought as she walked, I want to see the room exactly as it is now.
The door appeared, and Eilionoir scarcely believed it. As she reached for the handle, though, the sounds of snarling and growling met her ears, as well as something getting beaten up. She hesitated, not sure of what she would find, but, after a minute of contemplation, Eilionoir had to succumb to her curiosity. She was still quiet, though, and turned the doorknob carefully. She only opened the door a crack at first, peeking inside and nearly gasping at the mess there--punching bags torn apart, their contents splayed across the floor, and a wolf changing into a boy in the midst of it.
It was Dom.
She watched on, wide-eyed, as the room cleaned itself, and he sat down and turned on Linkin Park. Now came the big decision of the moment: did she go in and interrupt his solitude and try to help with whatever was making him so angry (she could tell he was extremely mad at something), or to walk away and leave him alone. The latter might have been her first choice, if he hadn't chosen to stick around and comfort her a few nights before. She was his friend, right? She should help him get through whatever it was, just as he'd listened to her and hugged her while she bawled her eyes out at the painful memories.
Eilionoir said a quick prayer, asking God to please let her be making the right decision, and opened the door a little wider and let half her body in the door. "Dom?" she asked tentatively, "Are you alright?" Concern was written all over her face, instead of the characteristic sadness. Focusing on someone else's problems was distracting like that.
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Nov 23, 2006 18:50:37 GMT -5
Dom’s mood hadn’t changed as much as he had hoped, and when the door opened, the only thing stopping him from leaping from the chair was the hope that they might go away. When the intruder said his name, He snapped his head up, glaring in their direction, they had dared to invade his privacy, and would face the consequences. His mind let go for a moment, letting his Lycan instincts control him as they had before, he snarled at the door, barely open and still concealing the figure behind it. He was about ready to transform and pounce, when the girl spoke again, “Are you alright?” His brain regained control instantly, and he fell to his knees.
He shook his head, he wasn’t alright, he wasn’t safe. He was so mad at Devante, so ready to rip his throat out, that he had needed to vent his anger, and yet it hadn’t worked. He had done all that work out, tried to force it all out, and he was still ready to kill someone just for caring. He hated that side of him, despised what it could do to him. Sure, being a Lycan had its good points, but it had a hell of a lot of bad ones too, especially in a school. The tears started again, and this time he couldn’t stop them, no matter how hard he tried, so he just let them fall, his face in his hands.
He didn’t care who saw any more, he was hurting, his emotions more confused than they had ever been before, even when he had first met Kali, and he didn’t know what to do. He loved her, and she had loved him, and yet she had chosen someone else instead. This wasn’t like him, none of this was like him, what was happening, he just kept getting more and more confused. “What’s happening to me, Eilionoir?” He managed to ask past a flood of tears, “Why am I acting like this?” He was still new to emotions, and hoped that she might at least be able to come up with a suggestion, even if she couldn’t help with a solution.
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Nov 24, 2006 11:10:17 GMT -5
Eilionoir supressed a gasp of fright--his glare scared her. It wasn't the Dom that she knew, the one who was sweet and kind, who had listened to her and held her when she needed it so badly. Her first friend. But here he was, snarling angrily, lashing out at the closest target he could find. But, for some reason, a feeling of determination came over her--Eilionoir would not be intimidated. Something was wrong with him, and, even though she hadn't had a friend in ages, she'd seen enough to know that this was when someone needed a friend.
Eilionoir opened the door a little more and slipped into the room, closing the door behind her quietly. She took a deep breath, but kept it inaudible, and began walking slowly over to him. But, when she saw him crying, concern overtook caution, and she rushed to his side, kneeling on the floor next to him and taking his hand. She really had no idea she was capable of that, and almost took her hand back, but her heart drove her to keep holding his hand, even though her instincts said otherwise. Those instincts were honed for the times when there was no one to care about, and no one who cared about her--and those times were over.
"What's happening to me, Eilionoir? Why am I acting like this?"
She bit her lip at his question, trying to figure out how to answer it. She could only come up with one answer; it wasn't supportive, and in her mind not all that helpful, but it was the truth, so she told him: "It's heartbreak, Dom," she said quietly, "You might have already known that, and I hate to give such an obvious answer, but it's the truth."
Eili glanced around, wishing she had something else to say, and came out with: "I've been through it, too many times, and without anyone to lean on. So I want you to know--I'm here for you, okay?" She had to stop speaking, though, because she couldn't make any more noise past the lump in her throat. She would choke on it otherwise. Instead she made another gesture--one that was, to her, quite bold--and stood up again, releasing his hand only so that she could wrap her arms around his neck, in the best hug she could muster due to the fact that he was sitting down and she wasn't all that experienced in hugging...
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Dec 1, 2006 7:04:42 GMT -5
Eilionoir was scared, he could tell by the way she approached him, and she had good reason for it. He had almost attacked her once, and Dom didn't know if he could control himself for much longer. When he started crying, however, and she had rushed to his side, he felt a warmth there. She was willing to risk her life to help him through it, even though he was the one which posed a threat. He had never really known a friendship like this, he almost had with Kali, but that was over now. "It's heartbreak, Dom," He knew that answer, deep down, but he didn't realize it would be this bad. Sure, it would make him upset, even angry, but make him attack people for caring? Why was it affecting him so?
She was there for him, that thought made him feel better, although not entirely. There was still a chance of him attacking in a fit of rage, but if she was there to help him, he might just be able to get things together enough for him to keep control. When she pulled him into a hug, he was shocked, so much that the tears actually slowed for a moment. When they had first met, she hadn't struck him as the sort of person that would do that. Maybe she was starting to get over her past, maybe it was about time for him to get over his. He wrapped his arm around her, the embrace was comforting, and he could almost forget the pain. Almost.
"Thank you." He murmured, drying his cheeks with his spare hand, his voice quiet, and dry. He smiled, his eyes glistened with the few remaining tears. Yes, he still felt the pain, but he could control it. He pushed the pain to the back of his mind, where he could forget about it until he was able to vent it safely, or was in need of it.
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Dec 1, 2006 21:58:28 GMT -5
There was turmoil inside of her. Something hurt--it was a different kind of hurt than what she'd felt before, despite the amount of pain she'd been in for years now. Eilionoir couldn't really identify it; all she could tell was that it felt like somewhere on her heart, the delicate flesh was being torn by a mysterious force, and it made her heartbeat stutter and pound. She feared that blood would pour out of it, and that she'd die from internal bleeding...
But Eilionoir was at least smart enough to figure out that this was emotional, not physical. Part of her might have preferred it otherwise, but that was more of the old her; there was a new Eilionoir beginning to show her face--evident merely by the fact that she was embracing someone, comforting them, when she didn't know she'd ever had the strength to fight through her own pain and confusion to support another. Nor did she have the practice at it.
In spite of the bit of her heart that was torn, though, she felt a lovely, warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside her chest when he stopped crying and thanked her. Eilionoir had no idea how gratifying it was to offer help to another--somehow she'd always imagined it to be a difficult, harsh feat, considering the fact that no one had offered her such help when she needed it the most. She reminded herself, though, that she'd seen people with friends, and she'd looked 'friend' up in the dictionary. Both observation and research gave evidence of one fact: friends were always there for each other, through laughter or tears.
A little voice in her head whispered fantastical hints to her, saying in a breathless tone that maybe there was something more here--but Eilionior interrupted that voice with her own common sense. They were just friends. Just friends... she reminded herself again, having some difficulty believing it. He's still in love with that other girl, remember? That's why you're comforting him. Because he loves her and she hurt him...
"You're welcome," was the only reply she could manage for a few moments. Now she had a dilemma: how long do hugs usually last? Eilionoir probably could have kept on hugging him (she was much more comfortable doing so now than before), but she wondered if maybe he didn't want to keep hugging her.
Better safe than sorry, right? she thought, giving a somewhat good excuse to herself for pulling away from the embrace. She didn't leave him, though, only knelt back down and looked up into his eyes. She liked it that way; her own eyes almost clouded over with blurry tears upon seeing those glimmering in his, but she fought them back, knowing somewhere in her heart that the last thing he needed was for her to start crying. To prevent this, she spoke, hoping her words might be helpful, in a soft and caring tone: "What can I do to help?"
The worst part was that she honestly didn't know what else to do...
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Dec 7, 2006 20:23:29 GMT -5
Eilionoir's embrace was comforting, and it almost hurt when she pulled away. He started to worry about what had made her do that, but he remembered that she was fairly new to the whole 'friends' thing, she was probably improvising, which would explain most of the things she had dome that evening, and probably most of the things she was yet to do as well.
"What can I do to help?" He looked up at her, unsure of how best to answer her. "I don't know," He replied, letting his heart speak without his brain controlling it, "I've never felt like this before. It's not that I can't deal with the pain, more that I don't trust myself." He paused, and looked away. He was ashamed of who he was, what he had almost become. "I almost attacked you, Eilionoir. What if I lost control again, only I didn't regain control quick enough? What if I hurt someone?" The tears started to return, only now they were tears of frustration, and of anger. The pain he could cope with, but not the monster which threatened to engulf him.
He shook his head, attempting to clear his head. It worked a little, but he was still scared of himself. "I don't know what I'd do if I hurt anyone." He said, his voice quiet and sad. He needed something to take his mind off of it, and he needed to vent his anger, the only problem was that his last attempt hadn't worked, and now he had more anger to vent, his anger towards himself. "I know I'm not a monster, but if I lost control and attacked someone, they'd probably try and have me put down like the beast I am. And when that doesn't work..." He shuddered, his voice trailing off. The thought of what they might try and do to him was horrible. A life sentence in Azkaban, the Dementor's Kiss, banishment... The list was endless, and all of them were horrible.
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Dec 9, 2006 0:03:57 GMT -5
Eilionoir could only bite her lip and say nothing as he explained his feelings, his turbulent emotions obviously so much worse than her own. She absorbed the knowledge that he could lose control and attack someone--and that someone could possibly be herself--without wanting to.
She saw the tears, and knew they were different than his previous flow. Eilionoir had cried so often in the past years, it was easy to distinguish sorrow from anger, and he was definitely angry, apparently at himself. He kept saying there was a monster in him that might get loose, and she couldn't deny that part of her that twinged with fear. What if he did attack her? How could she possibly be friends with him after that?
Mentally, Eili shook herself. This is no time to be pessimistic, she scolded herself, Dom needs my help, and fearing him won't do any good. Her self-criticism helped keep the fright at bay, but it still lingered deep inside her against her will. She pushed it from her mind, though, attempting to find the right words for the situation.
Silence reigned for a minute as she desperately tried to summon words of wisdom from within herself--and disappointment ravaged her when she could not. Eilionoir dropped her gaze to the floor and thought even harder; how could she possibly convey how she felt about the situation when she was tongue-tied?!
Then it dawned on her, and her face lit up with relief. "Hang on," she said, standing up and scanning the room for what she needed. He had Linkin Park playing, but that wasn't the right band for this moment. A half-smile of gratitude towards the room decorated her lips when she saw the CD appear in the pile of albums on the table next to the CD player. Eilionoir hurried to it, and as she was removing the CD from its case, spoke a quick explanation of her actions:
"Honestly, I don't really know what to say...but this song says it for me." She replaced Linkin Park with the All American Rejects, continuing to speak as she put the Linkin Park CD back in its case: "I always delve into music when I'm upset, and, while writing my own songs is a good way to vent, it's nice to find songs by others that relate to me--it makes me feel less alone." She hit the "Play" button and skipped to track 3, pausing it long enough to say, "Just listen to the lyrics, and maybe try to pretend it's me talking?"
Eilionoir hit the play button again, glanced at Dom quickly, and then moved back over to her previous spot on the floor next to him as the sound of drums filled the room, followed quickly by guitar and bass. Then, the lyrics began:
"Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking When you fall everyone stands Another day and you've had your fill of sinking With the life held in your Hands are shaking cold These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong Move along, move along like I know you do And even when your hope is gone Move along, move along just to make it through Move along Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely Could be a night when your life ends Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving All the pain held in your Hands are shaking cold Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong Move along, move along like I know you do And even when your hope is gone Move along, move along just to make it through Move along (Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along (Go on, go on, go on, go on) When everything is wrong, we move along Along, along, along
When all you got to keep is strong Move along, move along like I know you do And even when your hope is gone Move along, move along just to make it through [x3]
(Go on, go on, go on, go on) Right back what is wrong We move along..."
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Dec 10, 2006 15:11:55 GMT -5
Dom sat there and listened to the song, just sat in silence and listened to the words. His mood lightened through out the song, and by the end of it a small smile had started to form on his mouth. He was still angry, and the occasional tear still trickled down his cheek, but he had calmed down a lot. "Thank you." He said again, standing up and turning to face Eilionoir. "I think, I'm over it." He added, breathing a sigh of relief at his last words. "I couldn't have done that so quickly without you." He hugged her again, just a quick, friendly embrace, to assert his gratefulness.
He pointed his wand at the stereo, and with a little help from his wand, the room reacted to his thoughts and changed the music playing. "So, what brings you out here at this time of night?" He asked her, trying to change the subject away from the nights events. He was almost over it, now he just needed to forget. The music in the background, Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd, would help him, but he needed something else to occupy his mind as well.
(I know, it's crappy and short and lame, but it should pick up a bit now the subject's changed)
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Dec 14, 2006 17:19:40 GMT -5
((it's not THAT bad. trust me i've seen sooo much worse...))
Eilionoir watched his changing expression, singing along softly with one of her favorite songs by one of her favorite Muggle bands. The small smile lighting up his face--even if only slightly--was enough to make one dance across her own lips. She found it nearly impossible to fathom how bringing someone else joy could make you feel so great--if it did, then why weren't people nice to each other all the time? The mere fact of her emotions let her retain this opinion of kindness, though, despite the actions of others against her in the past.
When he hugged her, Eilionoir was caught completely unawares, her mind enveloped in her own silent contemplation; but this time, instead of stiffening against the touch, Eili was suprised to find that she welcomed it. She'd heard about the effects that drugs had on the body and mind--hallucinations, euphoria, a strange peace of mind...and, most importantly, the incessent need to feel that high again.
She was astonished to admit to herself that that was a valid description of the emotions and thoughts swirling inside her.
Eilionoir was thankful and disappointed when he broke away. She murmured a bashful "You're welcome" at his thanks, silently chastising herself for succumbing to such a primal, thoughtless need. It's nice being held and all, but I'm sure I don't need it. I've lived without it, haven't I? She used this stubborn voice to drown out the other one, the one that spoke from the depths of its prison in her heart...the one that whispered that she was mistaken in such a cynical belief.
Eilionoir was shaken from her reverie once more by both the change in music and his question pointed towards her. She could tell he was trying to change the subject, and readily accepted the switch--though had some difficulty in voicing her motives. "Well..." she began thoughtfully, absently running a hand through her soft ponytail, "For the first time in forever, I didn't want to just sit around...and I've been really spacey all day."
She gave a weak giggle at the memory of not paying attention during class, a crime she had only very rarely committed in her life. Then she stopped and continued the explanation: "I heard rumors about this room...so I decided to try to find it." Eili shrugged a little, not sure what else to say. She still felt awkward about...multiple things...
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Jan 9, 2007 11:54:42 GMT -5
Dom felt a warmth inside him from the way Eilionoir welcomed his embrace, although he was too busy trying to distract himself from his emotions to pay any extra attention to it. There shouldn't be anything different about it anyway, should there? They were friends, and friends hugged each other, it was perfectly normal. He let a small laugh escape at about the same time she did, "I've been really spacey all day", it sounded pretty much like a description of him, and yet again he almost found himself wondering why he got the position of Head Boy, but he guessed the Headmistress had her reasons.
"This place is pretty useful," He replied, having used it many times himself during his time at the school, "although most people know about it, which makes it harder to get time in it. It's very rare too be able to get in the room if someone else is using it, unless they leave the door open." He looked over at the door, making sure that it had been closed properly, he didn't want anyone else walking in on them, although most of the students would be in bed by now. "So, how are you getting on here, made many new friends?" He asked her, keeping the subject well away from the nights events. He wasn't sure how well the question would go down, but she had to be doing better than at her old school, unless the only other people she had met were Slytherins.
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Jan 11, 2007 15:18:08 GMT -5
He laughed with her at her comment about her day--the space-case aspect of it. It made her smile again. She hadn't smiled this much in God knows how long... What's gotten into me? she wondered, awed at the relative ease with which she was speaking to him. There was still some restraint, the urge to hold back and hide her emotions, but she just couldn't. He already knew more about her than anyone else, as far as she knew, and Eili'd grown intent on learning more about him.
She listened attentively to his brief description of the room, and followed his eyes as they skipped to the door to make sure she'd closed it. Eilionoir thought she had, but couldn't exactly remember, and was glad when she saw the door tightly shut. She silently wondered why it was hard to get in when others were in there--would your desires for what the room was to be mess with who and what were already there? Or something?
Eilionoir cut her own mind off to answer his question...though she had to think for a moment about how to answer. Lie and say she'd been fine? Tell the truth, the truth that she hadn't made any new friends at all? She settled on a humble and ashamed uttering of the truth: "Uh...well...not...really..." Eili frowned, absently raising her hand to comb it through her hair innocently. Would he be mad? Would he be sad?
She had absolutely no idea...as usual...
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Jan 12, 2007 15:24:29 GMT -5
Using the room's magic, Dom summoned up a second armchair next to the first, offered one to Eilionoir, before sitting down in the other. His legs were starting to ache from all the exercise, followed by sitting on the floor for a while. He sunk into the chair, the soft cushions swallowing him, taking all his weight off of his legs, and started to fully relax. He could have fallen asleep there, if it wasn't for him having company, not that he minded her being there at all. He was a little upset that she hadn't managed to make any friends, but then it probably couldn't be helped. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make loads of new friends sooner or later." He said, trying to make things seem better. "Hogwarts is a really friendly place, apart from a hand full of Slytherins, but they're not really worth worrying about."
Then again, most people at Hogwarts weren't like him, and he wondered if they would have been friends already if Eilionoir hadn't been upset when they met, if she had just been some girl that was lost on her way to class, and he had helped her as head boy. Most of the other students didn't have the initiative to slowly draw someone into talking about things, they probably would have tried to help her straight away, and ended up getting a 'None of your business' style response for their efforts.
"At least you've got me." He said, smiling at the thought, "That's got to be better than nothing, right?" he added jokingly. He hoped she had some sort of a sense of humor, otherwise their friendship could be back to square one, but from what he had seen so far, he guessed that she did. Other people wouldn't have made sure they didn't bring up her old school, either. He added to his last train of thought.
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Post by Eilionoir Dolor on Jan 13, 2007 14:26:05 GMT -5
Eilionoir accepted the chair gratefully, and sank into it just as he did, sighing contentedly at how insanely comfortable it was. She had a weird urge to change into her cat form, curl up, and just snooze the night away...but knew she couldn't. So, she compromised by shifting to face him, tucking her legs beneath her, and leaning into the chair absently. She noted how tired he looked, and resolved not to keep him from resting any longer than necessary. The knowledge that she had to leave soon was disheartening, but she kept her mind in the present...
His assurance that she would make plenty of new friends made Eilionoir smile warmly; it was nice for someone to show confidence in her, since she rarely had any of her own. "Okay," she said, with a half-joking, half-serious tone, "Mental note: stay away from Slytherins."
Then he said: At least you've got me...that's better than nothing, right? Because she knew he was attempting a joke, and his tone was kind of funny, so she laughed, and it was sincere enough; Eili loved to laugh, in spite of--or perhaps because of--the lack of opportunity for her. But she muttered, unsure if he could hear her or not, "It's way, way better than nothing..."
Shaking herself out of the brief reverie, Eili realized she should ask him a question, move the conversation away from her personal life. She cast around quickly, then decided on: "So...what do you usually do for fun? Since I got here I've just been exploring..." It was inquired awkwardly, since she was still pretty new to the whole "being social" thing. But hey, practice makes perfect, right?
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Post by Dominick Raditz on Jan 17, 2007 18:04:06 GMT -5
"Mental note: stay away from Slytherins." Eilionoir's comment made Dom smile, for more reasons than even he could understand. In the past he might have pointed out that they weren't all as bad as their reputation made out, but he didn't feel like it just then. In spite of the joy he seemed to be feeling, a small tear still managed to reach his eye, but he just blinked it away. The whole conversation had had a humorous layer to it, and yet he still found an extra emotion hidden in them, and he couldn't describe how it was making him feel. He had been upset, he still was, a little, and yet he could almost see a bright side to the whole thing. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, he just knew it was there, almost like sensing a presence, only to turn round to an empty room. Possibly the most amazing thing, or so he felt, was that no matter how confusing their motives were, his emotions were still calm, and fairly definable. It was like he had found paradise, there in the conversation, and he didn't want it to end.
Dom heard her words, although he didn't say anything about them. The way they were muttered could have meant they were just a slip of the tongue, and even though she knew he was a Lycan, and should have know that his hearing was better than normal, he made a habit of letting odd comments like that go, as most people didn't like it when other people heard odd comments that they thought were private.. It was good to hear her response, as it made him think his point had been got across, even with the more gentle phrasing of it that he had used.
"Well, at the weekends there's Hogsmeade," He replied, trying to think of all the things there were to do for fun, "although that's more somewhere to go than something to do, and once you've been a few times there's less to do there than in the castle." He paused for a bit, trying to make his mind focus on anything that didn't involve going somewhere, studying or playing games. "There's quidditch as well, but it's usually only the teams that are allowed to use the pitch, or the school's equipment. Apart from that there's only really things that you bring with you, chess sets and card games, things like that." Life at Hogwarts sounded dull when he said about it, so he decided to add a quick explanation as well. "Usually we don't have to do anything for fun here, there's almost always something new happening, and when there isn't there's enough traditional events to keep everyone entertained. Plus if there isn't much to do, the younger students are more likely to actually study."
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