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Oct 20, 2012 06:26PM
Any smiled and her owl took off after Sins.
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Sin sat down, as the teeny Saw-whet hopped towards him.
Amy loved the owlery. A small pygmy owl flew towards her and landed in her palm. He hooted excitedly.
He didn't frequent much, and with his closed off nature, Sin did not have many friends.
Amy glanced over at him. "I'm Amy." she said.
"I am Sin," He replied, with a look of worn down years in his eyes.
"Slytherin," He dutifully responded.
She tries smiling at him again. "Me too. I'm in third year."
"I'm 17." Sin never tended to go by the ranks that the school had put them in.
"14. I had my birthday last week." she said. Any couldn't find any words to say.
Sin nodded, most people didn't talk much to him. He was used to it. Actually, he assumed she was just trying to find a way out of the conversation.
She tried to find something to say. "So, uh, do you like quidditch?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation alive. "I'm one of the beaters for Slytherin."
Sin was slightly surprised. She was actually trying to continue what he had believed dead. "I do not do much in the way of sports. I am a reader, writer, and musician."
She smiled and stared out the window. "I love music. My grandpa doesn't approve." she said, stroking the owl resting in her hand.
"They consider me a prodigy," he said it as if it meant absolutely nothing. Like it was something as obvious as saying he had a name.
"M-may I hear you sometime?" she asked shyly.
Sin nodded. "Which instrument?"
"Well, do you know where we could find something?" Sin raises an eyebrow, in question. He hadn't seen an instrument since he got here, except for the ones in his room.
"No, but I'm sure there'll be something." she said, almost pleadingly.
"I'm sure there's something in the Forbidden Forest."
She looked confused. Why would there be an instrument in the forest, unless he intended to make one? "Oh."
Sin, without another word, began to walk out. He was certainly not planning to tell her he had set up an entire orchestra's worth of instruments in the forest.
He was heading to the woods, and didn't care whether he was alone or accompanied. "Goodbye, though you may come if you wish."
Amy followed. "I wish." she said simply. ((forbidden forest topic?))
((Yup))
Spirios walked into the room. She whistled, and her pet phoenix flew down. It cawed softly, and she petted it.
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Brenton climbed through the castle with Evangeline, her hand in his as they made the journey up the the owlery. Brenton had placed his Ukelele in it's room on their way, so now he strode along with her, not carrying anything but curiosity.
He was curious on why Evangeline's brother was coming to see her in a few weeks. He assumed the brother missed his sister, and he could understand.
He was curious on if Evangeline's family would like him at all, and he wondered if he was the only one who was worried about such a thing.
He was also curious as to why Evangeline was bustling around so quickly, changing from subject to subject as if she was worried she was saying the wrong things. Her behavior had seemed different since they'd come together that morning, but he pushed the thought from his mind as they entered the large and noisy room.
"Okay! We're here." He told Evangeline. "Where's Victoria?"
((:D That's Ok, I know you're just being detailed and I love that. ))Evangeline winced as the noise from the owls hit her. She smoothed her skirt, and looked around for Victoria. She saw the beautiful tawny owl snoozing in the top corner. "There she is," Evangeline told him. "Vicky!!!" she called. The owl woke up and hooted sleepily, glaring down at Evangeline with slight reproach. "Oh, come on silly," Evangeline scolded, holding out her arm, "I've got a new friend for you to meet!" Victoria spread her wings and glided down to land on Evangeline's arm, nibbling her ear affectionately. "Well, hello to you too," Evangeline said quietly, smiling. "Victoria, this is Brenton." The owl turned to look at Brenton, and hooted again, as if in question. "My boyfriend, nosy," Evangeline laughed. "Here, you hold her," she said to Brenton, handing Victoria over.
((I'll bring Kit in next post. You'll have to bear with me, it'll be the first time I've played two characters at once))
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Brenton looked around the room and Evangeline called a small own from it's perch. It was quite the beauty! Victoria looked petitely fierce and confident, and Brenton grinned slightly as the owl came to perch on Evangeline's arm while she spoke to it affectionately.
Brenton held his breath slightly, raising his arm for Victoria to perch on as Evangeline passed her over to him. He looked into the owls big eyes and smiled. "Um... Hello. I'm Brenton. I promise I'm nice to your Evangeline." He told the owl, moving closer to the girl, kissing her softly.
((Sorry for the delay! Stupid notifs :P))Evangeline laughed at Brenton's comment, and kissed him back while Victoria hooted indignantly. Then she heard someone say "Evangeline," and she spun around, breaking the kiss. It startled Victoria, who flew back up to her perch, clipping Evangeline's head with her wing in passing. She saw a man emerge from the shadowy corner of the Owlery... The familiar black leather outfit, pale blonde flyaway hair...
"Kit! Oh, Kit!" She cried, running forward and flinging her arms around his neck, though he was far taller than her. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?" she asked, stepping back a little.
Kit held his little sister close, and then pushed her back to arms length. His mouth curled up wryly at one corner. "You'd deprive me of the opportunity to surprise you like that? You were always too gullible, Evie." He grinned as she swatted him on the arm. She could always soften his mood, no matter what. "Speaking of which..." He said, raising one elegant eyebrow to where Brenton was still standing alone.
"Oh," Evangeline said, colouring slightly as she realised Kit must have seen them kissing. "This is my boyfriend, Brenton," she said. She saw his gaze intensify, and looked down to brush feathers off her skirt, pretending not to know what was behind the look.
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A handsome older boy stood before him, quite a few feet away, leaning on the entrance to the room. He looked steely and confident, and Brenton stepped forward, grinning in a friendly manor as he heard Evangeline happily chatter with the man.
This was Kit.
He cleared his throat. "Hello. I'm Brenton. You must be Evangeline's brother!" He said politely, extending a hand to shake. "I's nice to finally meet you. I've heard a million amazing things." He said, worried about his harsh glance and the way Evangeline seemed to pretend not to notice.
Evangeline looked at Kit, and motioned subtly toward Brenton, trying to let him know how important this was. She left Kits side, and went to stand close by Brenton, holding on to his left hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Kit saw Evangeline's motion, and sighed imperceptibly. He'd never been very good at the whole "social" thing, but he'd try for Evie. He stepped forward properly into the light, extending his pale hand towards Brenton. "Yes, I'm Kit," he replied as Evie went to stand beside the boy. "It's... nice to meet you," he said, assessing the boy through one of his half smiles. But his eyes stayed cold. At least so far this boy seemed nothing like George.
Evangeline looked anxiously at the two of them, biting her lip very slightly, still holding on to Brenton's hand.
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"How long are you staying?" He asked Kit, wanting to make pleasant conversation.
((Should I bring Kat in at this moment, or do you want to wait later for them to meet?))
((I was actually thinking of having them all meet in Hogsmeade sometime, and then Kit and Katherine could be left alone at some point?))"I'm starting work in the Hogsmeade Quill Shop, so I'll be here for a while. Until I decide whether or not I want to become an Auror or not," Kit replied to Brenton's question.
"Kit, darling, you can't!" Evangeline exclaimed before she could stop herself. "You'd get hurt!" Actually, he'd been Duelling Champion in his day, so that was unlikely, but she worried about him anyway.
Kit raised an eyebrow at her outburst, and turned to Brenton, another half-smile curling his lips. "See how she mothers me? I'm only thinking about it, Evie," he said, taking on that slightly long-suffering tone he knew she hated.
Evangeline heard the clock strike, and gasped. "Oh dear, I promised to go and see a teacher in about five minutes!" She exclaimed. "You made me lose track of time!" She accused Kit, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She turned to Brenton, and quite forgetting her brother for a moment, she gave him a quick but passionate kiss. "Bye Vicky!" She said, waving to her owl, and then ran out, smiling all the while.
((I just wanted an excuse for Kit and Brenton to be left alone, hope that's OK))
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Brenton nodded and made a mental note to never step in Evangeline's older brothers way. If Kit was wanting to become an Auror, Brenton had a great feeling that he'd be perfect for the job.
He laughed lightly at the sisterly banter, and decided that he liked this side of Evangeline. It was one he hadn't seen, so he smiled as she went on.
But when she declared that she'd be leaving them alone, and turned to kiss him, he blushed wildly, but wouldn't break the kill until he had to. He loved Evangeline, after all.
She ran out and he wrung his hands awkwardly, looking from Kit to the ground to Victoria, but he did finally come up with something to say.
"So, you're starting work in Hogsmeade? That's great. My friend works there, and she says it's splendid..." He told him. "Are you transferring to Hogwarts?"
Kit watched the empty doorway Evie had just left through, a hint of a smile still playing across his lips. "No, I left here a couple if years ago," he replied bluntly to the boys question. "I'm really here to look after Evie." Kit turned his implacable gaze on Brenton slowly. "Has she told you about George?" he asked. Kit knew with his ice blue eyes boring into Brenton's it would never occur to the boy to lie to him.
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"Um... George." He said softly, looking down at his pale palms. He remembered the previous morning with Evangeline, and nodded. "Yes. I know about him... Nothing like that... I would be lucky to have your... Your sister as my... But I would never force her to..." He trailed off, his words failing him completely. "Never force her to do anything." He finished, looking into Kit's demanding gaze, wanting him to believe those words.
Kit raised an eyebrow at Brenton's stuttering. He turned back to look pensively at the doorway, still seeing Evie leaving in his mind. "I've never deserved the love Evie gives me. And that bastard deserved it even less," he hissed. "I wanted to go after him," Kit said quietly, "but Evie made me promise not to. She's kinder than even she knows." He turned back to the boy appraisingly. "I believe you. But I can't be there to watch her always." Kit's gaze intensified again, looking deep into Brenton's eyes... The windows to the soul. "You make her happy. I've never seen her like this. Promise me you'll protect her when I can't."
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Kit nodded, his face expressionless. He wasn't very good at the whole thanking people thing, but he supposed he'd better try. "I appreciate it," he said curtly. "And don't tell Evie I asked... she thinks she can take care of herself." His gaze softened just a little. "I suspect I'll see you tomorrow. She'll want to organise a get together to celebrate and make sure I'm not lonely." With another of those half-smiles he stalked out, looking just a little deadly... as always. ((Back to the Teashop? You can post first. :) ))
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Brenton was shaking slightly now, scared out of his wits. He'd never had a girlfriend as serious as Evangeline, and her brother was dead serious.
He gave a feeble goodbye to Victoria, putting some grain in her bowl before leaving the room, worried to death that he'd never get Kit to be as friendly as Evangeline was...
At least he hadn't killed him, right?
((I'll go post there now!))
Hermes stumbled up the stairs towards the Owlery, clutching at the railing for support. Being a weak-ish twelve year old, the climb was exhausting, especially as it was his first time making the journey. His friend Cid had raced ahead, and Hermes could no longer hear his footsteps that had faded into the dark spire. Seeing the worn steps, Hermes wondered how many hundreds of students had frequented this tower before him. As he felt the doorknob leading into the room, he heard a conversation going on between Professor Sinistra and someone else. As he walked in he marvelled at the countless owls swooping in and out overhead. Near the doorway stood Cid and the Professor, conversing about the homework that had been set for the following Monday. But Hermes stopped in his tracks when a white owl with brown wings let loose a whole lot of droppings on his head, landing right in the messy tangle that was his hair. With a roar of disgust he sought the broomstick that lay against the wall, which was often used for cleaning the floors, and with it Hermes managed to scrape off the white goo. Meanwhile Cid was cracking up while Professor Sinestra shot him a judging smile, but still let it pass. However, even with his misfortune, Hermes could not help but chuckle; it was certainly an amusing turn of events. But still, he wasn’t here to watch his friend embarrassing himself. From his back pocket he drew out a tea-stained piece of parchment, unrolled it, and read it a last time to check for anything that might give the receiver a bad impression. Then he drew out his wand and folded it back up. With a golden ribbon he tied the parchment to his owl Binky, who hooted in delight at the prospect of a message to take. She gently pecked him on the head and he stroked her head in return. "Godspeed Bink," he whispered. With that she spread her wings and turned out the open window, leaping from her perch. She did a loop of farewell, hooting softly, and then set off north towards his home town.
CRACK! Wind apparated, forgot what she was doing, and disapparated.
