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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 20:28:47 GMT
Sophie headed to the room of requirement, dreading the meeting that was about to take place, but knowing that it had to. She had been 'dating' Robert for less than 24 hours and she felt like she was going to vomit every time she saw him. She couldn't do this to Hayley. She couldn't do this to herself. She just had to explain to Hayley that she was a stupid girl who couldn't go through with the plan. That she wanted to be with Desmond and every second she spent 'dating' Robert just made her feel horrible. He was like a brother to her and she couldn't even pretend to like him like 'that'.* (hope you guys don't mind me describing the room, i got bored and created it in my head, if there are things you don't like, tell me and i'll fix it ) The parlor was cold. Marbled floors and high, graceful ceilings created the illusion of open space. There was an air of forgotten grandeur, of old money and tradition. Hayley felt distinctly uncomfortable. It was like stepping into another world. She'd asked for a place all of them could meet, and this is what it had come up with. There was a ceiling height bookshelf that ran the length of one wall, filled with books on transfiguration, muggle novels (which both Sophie and Hayley adored), and wizarding histories. There was an assortment of couches and armchairs, all but one from the same set, upholstered in a beautiful green with gold accents. The one mismatched piece was a very familiar sofa. Simple, inelegant in design, it should have clashed with the room but it didn't. It seemed to enhance it's beauty simply by providing contrast. It was the sofa from their cottage by the sea. Hayley had gotten there first, after having left Scarlet at the Grand Staircase. She pulled the thermos of tea from her basket and curled up on her sofa with a cup.* Desmond entered in the strange room, wondering who had been the first by the aspect of the room, but he immediatly found out this fact. Hayley was on a simple sofa with a cup. Desmond analysed her with his grey eyes and said: "Hi there... Sophie's already here or...?"* "She's underway. I saw her get up from the Ravenclaw table," Robert said coming in. He was frowning. He had hoped to have some alone-time with Hayley before the others showed. He stepped forward and gave her a hug, ignoring Desmond's presence. "Are you okay?" he asked her.* Hayley repressed a frown. She'd hoped Robert would get there first. Perhaps later...She put it out of her mind, hugging him back and making room on their couch. "I'm alright, thanks. You?" She felt better just being able to respond to him. " "Des, you should have a seat. Sophie'll be here soon." She laced her finger's through Robert's quietly. "There's tea in the thermos if you guys want some."* Sophie slipped into the room, noticing the other three were already there. "Hey guys." she said softly. "I brought snacks with me." she held up a small package of cookies. She couldn't bring herself to look at Desmond after he had flipped out on her. Or at Hayley or Robert. Instead she looked at the huge bookcase in the room, wondering if it would still be there if she came back another time.* "Fine," he said, smiling. He sat down, just holding her hand for comfort. No need to make this more complicated. "Hi Soph," he said when she came in. "Interesting set-up for the room. What did you ask it to become?"* "Hey Soph, there's tea too, if you want." Hayley surveyed the room, taking in some of the titles on the shelves. "I asked for a place we could all meet. Someplace that had something for all of us. Is it alright?"* "It's brilliant." He squeezed her hand.* "Okay. And no thanks on the tea Hayls. Not a big fan of it." She moved over to one of the couches and settled down on it, pulling her legs up as well. "So... I guess since we're all here we should get started... right?" she asked, still avoiding talking directly to Desmond. She didn't even glance at him.* Hayley invited Desmond to take a seat but he refused, as well as the tea. He was not there to snack. "So... I guess since we're all here we should get started... right?" Sophie asked and soon Desmond nodded, still with his mouth closed.* Hayley swallowed, nodding. "Well, umm.....yeah." She looked down at the floor a moment studying the patterns in the rug. "Soph, I'm okay with this. The plan, I mean. Robert and I talked it over last night, and it's okay." She sighed, squeezing his hand for comfort. "I think it'll get Seamus off our back. And I would really love that." Hayley shuddered, thinking of the threat he posed to her happiness.* "I...I'm glad you talked... but I've been thinking during classes today. First of all, Scarlet seemed about ready to rip out my throat. And I can barely think about even being in a fake relationship with you, Robert. It skeeves me out. No offense. I just don't see you as that type of guy, for me at least. I see you as a friend who I can trust, but not a guy who I can 'be with'." She wiped away a few tears. "And I just can't stand the fact of making both of you miserable. I understand that you two talked, but look at yourselves. Neither of you really want this to happen, to be frank, I was stupid even thinking of it. I'm just scared of everything. But you two shouldn't let Seamus and his bumbling bunch of brain-dead hooligans get between you guys. You have more brains than the group od them combined. And I'm sure that everyone in this school has more brains than them. You just have to stand up for what you believe." She took a breath, wiping away more tears. "Then there's the fact that I like someone and he got mad about the whole thing." She dared a glance at Desmond, peeking up at him.* He grinned at the 'bumbling bunch of brain-dead hooligans' part. When she was done talking, he sat there for a moment in silence, letting that sink in. "I understand," he said seriously. "If you don't want to do this, then we won't. Though I don't see another way Seamus will stop. It's not so much that I let him get to my head, I just don't think there is anything he wouldn't do once he has set his mind to something, and that's a bit scary. The only way then would be to make him believe he gets his way. But like I said, if you don't want to do it, I'm not gonna force you."* Sophie nodded. "I just don't want either of you two to get your feelings hurt. Or Desmond." she said, risking another glance at Desmond, wondering what was going on in his head. "If we do keep this up... the whole fake relationship thing... do we just do it until Seamus finishes seventh year? Because I doubt all hate will be eradicated once he leaves." (Just on a side note, I'm writing an essay for American Studies on the value I think America needs more of. I choose equality, and I'm talking about hate groups and human rights. I think LoM is an example of what my essay is talking about... kind of... especially the whole Seamus vs Ravenclaw thing)*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 20:33:49 GMT
"Well, if you're sure," She was smiling now, as much as she wanted to help Sophie, she much preferred letting it drop. She sprang off the couch, wrapping her arms around Sophie for a moment before resuming her seat. "We've dealt with Seamus for ages, we can handle another year, right?"*
Sophie was a bit shocked by Hayley's hug, but happy. "I'm sure. I'd rather have Seamus be an (word for donkey) and us in the Ravenclaw common room happy than every one being miserable." She twirled a piece of hair with her finger, thinking for a moment.
"You know... I bet there are more students than just us who are harassed by Seamus... if we get enough of those students together we could do something. His gang of goonies isn't so large that they can stand against a group of... who knows how many students..."*
"Yeah, but would anyone else want to risk it?" She shook her head, considering it. "I think most people are just waiting for him to leave. It's his last year, you know."*
Sophie nodded. "I know. It would just be cool to get a ton of people together and send him off knowing that no one at this school cares about him." She blushed slightly, "But then again, my cool ideas don't seem to work that well, so maybe not..."*
"I hadn't thought of that. Hayley has a point though. Would they come out and help us? Seamus doesn't leave a lot to chance. I mean, he got us cornered pretty good. How do we find them in the first place?"*
Desmond continued in silent in his little place, listening all their opinions. They were cowards but ... also something else. Why not start a rebellion against Seamus? Change and evolution are made from violence and not from running away. Eery civilization evolved during hate times... Why not fight Seamus.
And still Sophie was trying to get his attention. Still.
"Send him off knowing that no one at this school cares about him?" Desmond repeated Sophie's words in a sarcastic way...they sounded like rubbish.*
Sophie looked at Desmond, willing herself not to cry. "He isn't exactly a person that people in this school like."
Why am I so stupid? Sophie thought.
"Look, I'm just pulling stuff from my head right now. It's stupid. Really." She felt smaller than she had felt before. When she spoke her mind in front of her friends sounding completely stupid, she felt smaller than she felt not being allowed to speak her mind in her house. Smaller than when her grandmother made her feel horrible about being friends with half-bloods and muggle borns.*
Hayley looked from Sophie to Desmond, then back to Sophie. She glared at Desmond. What a jerk, she never could see what Sophie liked in him. "Shut up, Des. You're being an a**." If he was going to treat her like that, then he didn't deserve her. She turned to Sophie. "No. That's not what I meant. Sophie, it's a good idea. I mean, getting others together who've been victimized to fight back....I was just acknowledging the difficulties of it."*
"I think it's a good plan," Robert filled in, after giving Desmond a frown. "And I definitely think we should see if we can come up with a way to find other victims. I'm sure there are some. Quite a few even."
He thought Hayley should go give Sophie a hug. He wasn't the best person to do that in this conversation.*
Sophie nodded. "I did have a plan... to maybe let people know about a possible meeting... just to vent about him and everything." She pulled out the letter for the Gryffindor party. "Make letters the same way those lion girls did. Spell them so that Seamus, his cronies, and the professors see them as blank parchment."*
"That would....we could ask Annie how they did it. It must be some sort of Celare charm." She stood, stepping behind the sofa to the bookshelf.*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 20:37:29 GMT
Desmond turned his back to his three mates and looked to the tall mirror next to him. It remembered him something and it was a part of him. He took a while to remember the sleeping subconscious but soon it woke. Glass
"And how do you intend to fight him?" And the mirror was broken. He touched it with his first finger and ouch! A small blood tear came out of his finger. The glass is still sharp*
"I never said we should fight him. I just suggested getting together a group of kids who have been harassed by him. He doesn't have the right to treat people differently for who they are."*
Desmond tasted the blood of his own finger and smiled. He turned back , facing directly to Sophie's eyes with his great mystical grey eyes and said.
"There's only one way out. Even if you get tones and tones of kids there's just one way. Fight is the answer. Face him is the answer. Let him fear every one of us or he will hunt you down when he finds you alone."
He turned once more to the mirror and continued "I don't know why I am caring. That is not my business."*
Hayley glanced over at the sound of broken glass, "hmf," the glass mended itself, the room taking care to stay whole. A small glass ball appeared on the table near him. "We could, well, if we could find people willing to admit that he'd been harassing him. There must be others."*
Desmond paralysed when a small glass ball appeared next to him. It was like the Room was missing the old Desmond, it was like it wanted his inner "demon", his strange subconscious to rise once more. The Room was tempting him. He soon touched it slowly and gently and continued:
"They won't admit unless someone strikes first. He needs to be challenged in order to be silenced."
I need to be challenged in order to return.*
"Thanks Desmond, that makes me feel so much better. What do you suggest we do then/" *
Desmond faced Robert with the ball in his hand. Robert always was his opposite. He was almost like some rival, some anti-him and Desmond appreciated that.
"You're welcome. If you want people to join your cause you must duel him. Put it him into shame or fail trying to. But of course if you don't feel capable of it you can duel all together him. Your choice. After that, all the victims will join you."*
"So you're saying that we should sink to his level?" Sophie asked Desmond.*
Desmond nodded at the same time he crushed the glass ball with his hand. Soon, several portions of little wounds appeared in his hand.
"Yes. After all, an anti venom is still venom."*
(OOC - Alex is not in the room, btw. You meant Robert. No worries, mix-ups happen.)
He frowned. Did he have to creep them out with that ball? You'd almost think he was bored with the conversation.
"That's a rather deep sink," he said dryly. "Also, fighting openly, as you seem to suggest, has never been Seamus's tactic." He looked at Sophie for a moment, away from Desmond. It wasn't clear to him what she had meant. He too had taken it she suggested assembling an army. "His level seems to be in the shadows. He is discrete about bullying, he leaves no evidence if he can help it, he keeps people in a pincer. You have seen ... No, We have all seen how he works in the past four years."
He looked to Hayley and Sophie to give them the feeling he was also talking to them and not just Desmond.
"And besides, don't forget he and those bodyguards, Forrest and Abel, are three years older than us, and probably know more sinister magic then is taught at school anyway. When it comes to that, you, Desmond, are a better match for them than the rest of us. You ..." he tried to keep the phrasing diplomatic, "... understand their way of thinking better."
"I'm not convinced there isn't a better way to do this than trying to publicly fight him. I was thinking more of a cloak-and-dagger approach." He chuckled and said to Sophie, "Which is close to sinking to his level, I admit." *
Desmond listened to Robert closely, he was thinking correctly, just the way Desmond also though even if he suggested an open and public duel. He was right, a cloak-and-dagger, a stealthy approach would be a great high-score. He looked to his own blood to try to think. It wasn't much blood, the glass ball was to small but it was still his blood. Some shards of the glass ball were lying on the floor while others were on his hand.
"... understand their way of thinking better." Robert finally said and Desmond smiled with a sarcastic expression in his eyes.
"True. He hides in the shadows and attacks in the shadows. The shadows are his shield and sword but you know what? We can see within the shadows with candles. And those two bodyguards are the candles we need. We get the information from Forrest and Abel and there won't be any more shadows. His routine, his attack plans, his victims and even his deepest secrets will be uncovered and with that information we can strike without being noticed."*
"Desmond, seriously, where did you learn to talk like that?" Robert said, exasperated. He tried not to look at the macabre bloodplay too much. "It's like you want to come off as a psycho."*
Desmond smiled once more and faced the mirror.
"I learnt from my father."*
It was on the tip of his tongue to say, 'The one who got sent to Azkaban for mass murder?' His face betrayed what he thought to at least Hayley, and probably Sophie. "Oh," he said instead, struggling not to say more.
To get away from it, he turned to Hayley. "What do you think?"*
Hayley had been watching silently, stomach rolling at the sight of the bloodplay. She looked down at her hands, half expecting to see them covered with blood. She blinked, flashing back to a blurry image of the forest. Blink. Desmond with the glass. Blink. Robert on the ground. Blink. "Enough, Des. Stop doing that." She moved towards him and grabbed his wrist, aiming her wand and muttering "terego" to heal the cut.
She stepped away, meaning to answer Robert's question, but caught sight of a smear of blood on her fingers. With a gasp of panic Hayley wiped them against robes, turning to check that Robert was fine. Not his blood. "Sorry, Robert," she shook her head to clear it, "what where you asking?" Hayley fixed a smile, resettling herself on the couch next to him. "I was," she looked down at her fingers again, "distracted."*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 20:41:14 GMT
"Mr. Warren I must warn you. This child of your brother will be a problem...at least there's a possibility." the redhead fat Minister Auror told Desmond's uncle, Robert Warren.
"And why is that?"
"He saw too much. You haven't been in the crime scene...it was disgusting, both the Muggles' and your brother's crimes. Just disgusting...and we believe that his mother was still alive when your little Desmond found her...what a tragedy...So, we believe that the little one may have mental perturbations, psycho-stuff you know-"
"A long time ago there was a kid who everyone though that he was a fool and at the end he defeated He Must Not Be Named, remember Mr. Whitecarrow?"
"That was a different situation..."
"It was the same." Robert Warren finally said and the Auror answered , packing his things.
"Then I hope he won't pursue his father."
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Someone grabbed Desmond's wrist and soon he found out that was Hayley. In her eyes he could see confusion and some panic so Desmond released the glass shards who made a tiny noise when they hit the floor.
"He asked you what do you think."*
He pulled her into a comforting hug, letting her lean against him if she wished and stroking her hair.
"Maybe it would help the conversation if you sat down and acted normal," he said to Desmond, clearly cold and fed up with it now. When Hayley started getting upset, the limit was reached fast.
"Sophie, maybe you can go first," he said. Hayley could take a break for a bit. *
Desmond stood tall ignoring Robert's words. Then he lost expression on his face and his mouth opened into a big "O" and he quickly left the room without any warning.*
Robert shrugged. Good riddance. Now at least they could go back to having a normal conversation.*
Wow, a girl goes off to school and this happens) Alexander Backwood wrote: (OOC - Alex is not in the room, btw. You meant Robert. No worries, mix-ups happen.)
He frowned. Did he have to creep them out with that ball? You'd almost think he was bored with the conversation.
"That's a rather deep sink," he said dryly. "Also, fighting openly, as you seem to suggest, has never been Seamus's tactic." He looked at Sophie for a moment, away from Desmond. It wasn't clear to him what she had meant. He too had taken it she suggested assembling an army. "His level seems to be in the shadows. He is discrete about bullying, he leaves no evidence if he can help it, he keeps people in a pincer. You have seen ... No, We have all seen how he works in the past four years."
He looked to Hayley and Sophie to give them the feeling he was also talking to them and not just Desmond.
"And besides, don't forget he and those bodyguards, Forrest and Abel, are three years older than us, and probably know more sinister magic then is taught at school anyway. When it comes to that, you, Desmond, are a better match for them than the rest of us. You ..." he tried to keep the phrasing diplomatic, "... understand their way of thinking better."
"I'm not convinced there isn't a better way to do this than trying to publicly fight him. I was thinking more of a cloak-and-dagger approach." He chuckled and said to Sophie, "Which is close to sinking to his level, I admit."
"I was thinking more of a support group. Not fighting, just talking. Words and plowshares and peace and such."
But then Desmond kept going on about how they needed to fight and to uncover plans and shed blood. Robert asked if he wanted to come of like a psycho, and although Sophie didn't blame Desmond for how he was raised, she saw a glimmer of his old self. And then he fled. Sophie wondered if she should go after him, but figured she might as well finish the conversation with Robert and Hayley first, see what they thought.
"So..." she started, playing with a piece of her hair, like she often did when she was nervous, "As I was saying, a support group type thing, where we all listen to what Seamus has done to others, and then come up with proactive ways to tell him we won't stand for it, like petitions and stuff. Not fighting."*
"It could be nice, to be able to talk to others, see how they're handling it..." She smiled a little, no more chance of blood now. "See if they have any ideas too." Hayley let herself lean into Robert, though a part of her felt guilty for being able to display such affection when Sophie's crush had just run from the room, but she couldn't help it, she needed to know he was safe. Safe here in the room. "So then, I suppose the plan is off then. I can't say that i'm not glad. Watching you two was some kind of torture." She let out a kind of strangled laugh. "I mean, I was fine with it, it was a rather brilliant plan, but..." Hayley shook her head, stray curls bouncing beneath Robert's hand, "anyway, we should probably be heading back before someone misses us. I can talk to Annie about the fliers at the party if you want."*
Sophie nodded. "I'm glad the plan is off too. And Hayley, could you talk to her? I want to go find Desmond." she got up, grabbing a copy of Dracula off on of the shelves, then turning back to them in an after thought. "You two don't come back too late." she said, sounding like a mother, before leaving the room of requirement.*
"Yes, mother. Good luck finding Desmond." He grinned.*
Hayley frowned, she didn't like Desmond. Sophie was much too sweet for him. "Night, Soph, I'll see you back in the dorms. We might want to clear up some things with Scarlet so she doesn't freak out and get all angry at you."*
"That might be a good idea. I'd hate for her to start hating me again after we finally cooled down a little."*
"It'd be a shame." Hayley stretched and sat up fully on the couch. It was late already. "She actually seemed to like you there for a while." She gave him a lopsided smile and stood, gathering the food she had brought back into her bag. "Do you want to leave first or should I?"*
"You should leave first. I'll hang around for about ten minutes and follow you. Well ..." this was weird, since they'd already said goodbye for now yesterday. "Until the next time."
He hugged her and kissed her forehead.*
She wrapped her arms around him for a moment, then tilted her head up and kissed his cheek before shouldering her bag and heading for the door. She gave a little wave and stepped out into the empty corridor, letting the door click behind her. From the outside it looked like an unused classroom with a rusted lock to discourage tampering. She made her way up towards the Ravenclaw common room, nose buried in her transfiguration theories book.
Hayley had almost reached the staircase when she heard a sob coming from off to her left. She lowered the book, confused. "Scar?"*
Scarlet was curled up in a ball against the wall, in too much pain to want to move anywhere. It was a terrible sight. Her hair was matted, and she had an ugly dark purple bruise on her face and arm, and she was bent over protecting her stomach.
She heard a familiar voice and tried to lift her head, "Hayley?" She whispered quietly.*
"*&@#" The book fell from her hand, landing open on the stairwell. "Scar, what the hell happened to you?" She knelt down, brushing Scarlet's hair back from her face so she could see her better. "We need to get you to the hospital wing. Can you move?" She saw the way Scarlet was protecting her stomach and slipped an arm around her friend's shoulder's to give her support.*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 20:56:56 GMT
"Seamus." She sobbed, "Him and Caleb. They heard me saying that you and Robert should together instead of him and Sophie, and they didn't like it." She said slightly muffled, through sobs of pain at moving at her jaw.
"It hurts to move, but I think I might be able too." She said, still protecting her stomach.*
Hayley gritted her teeth. "In that case...." the hospital wing was out. Too many questions. "Let's just get you to the dorms, it'll be worse if we go to Pomfrey." Hayley hugged Scarlet lightly, feeling guilty for bringing this on her friend. If Seamus hadn't taken such a vested interest in making sure she and Robert stayed apart he never would have gone for her friends.*
Scarlet nodded and slowly climbed to her feet, she clenched her teeth and tried not too look as if she was in pain. "And Hayley don't blame yourself for this, you're not to blame. If me and me big mouth hadn't gone and fought back this never would have happened." She said tearfully, guesturing to the state she was in.*
How did she--? Hayley shook her head, "Don't worry about me, Scarlet, let's just get you inside." She supported her friend, helping her up the the stairs. If Seamus was going to attack because Scarlet was upset Robert was dating Sophie, how was he going to react when he found out they weren't dating? She had to find Sophie, they had to stick to the plan. At least till they found a way to really get around Seamus. "And please, please, if he come at you again, don't stand up for me or Robert or Sophie or anybody, you stay safe. Please, Scarlet."*
"I'll try, but Hayley it isn't fair! I believe what has happened is wrong and I can't help it." She whispered, "It's not fair on you. And he wants me to try and keep Sophie and Robert together, but I don't want to do that."
With Hayley's help she managed to get up the staircase. "I don't feel very well, would you be able to help me to the dorm please?" She asked quietly.*
Hayley nodded, hoping no one in the common room would notice. "Maybe if you don't try to brake them up he'll be satisfied." If he was going to take it out on Scarlet, then the plane would have to continue, if only to keep their friends safe.
She helped Scarlet up the stairs to their dorm. "I know it isn't fair, trust me, I know. But life isn't always fair." Her head drooped, and just a little while ago she'd been so happy. "Sometimes it just sucks."*
Scarlet slowly made her way through the dorm and lay down on her bed, "But I don't like seeing you upset about them Hayls, I know it sounds horrible but I don't want them to be together." She sighed quietly, "And I know it isn't fair. Sometimes it is good, sometimes it isn't, I just wish that there was more good and less bad."*
Shea, a nervous first year Ravenclaw, Awkwardly wandered into the girls dorm..."Oh Merlin I'm in the wrong dorm!" Shea was red faced.*
Hayley looked up, confused. Boys weren't allowed up here, the stairs were supposed to have collapsed under him for trying. "How did you get--?" She looked at Scarlet, bruised and battered as she saw. Dammit. "What are you doing?*
"Oh Sorry!" Shea blushed "First year!" he tried to hurry out of the room but ended up tripping over his robe.*
After looking for Desmond for quiet some time, Sophie returned to the dorm, feeling dejected. Coming to the doorway, she saw a boy trip over his robes. She knelt down next to him. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking up to Hayley with a look of questioning on her face. She also caught sight of Scarlet's bruised face, but wasn't about to freak out and ask her friend if she was okay in front of the first year.*
Hayley shook her head, "it's alright. The tower's probably just being nice and not dumping you down to the bottom on your first day. You alright?" She stood, positioning herself between the boy and Scarlet, if he hadn't noticed yet, perhaps he wouldn't.*
Shea's lip was cut. "I'm fine. No worries" Still red faced. He noticed a drop of blood fall onto his robes. "Oh Great"*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 21:03:14 GMT
Hayley's heart did a double skip like it always did when she saw blood. "Here, let me.."Her mind jumped backwards for the second time that night, bringing up an image of the last time she'd really tried to heal something"...help you with that." It was a simple spell really, terego, for small cuts and wounds.*
Scarlet, after being woken from a painful but very needed sleep, groaned quietly, at all the noise. "What's going on?"*
Shea thanked and apologized to the girls and headed down to the common room. "First year loser" he whispered to himself. *
Sophie looked at Hayley and Scarlet and said, "We'll talk later, I'm going to go after that kid."
She turned and walked down the stairs, catching up with the boy in the common room. "Hey," she said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Are you okay?"*
"Oh I'm fine, just a scratch" he turned to the girl "I'm sorry about that its just a lot of homework. I was exhausted, that little tripping incident made me a little more awake." He held out his hand. "Oh by the way Im Shea Riddle. Nice to meet you."*
"Sophie MacMillan," she said, shaking the boys hand. "And it's okay. Tripping is allowed, we won't kill you or anything. Although, once you get used to the drama that happens here you might want to be dead."*
Shea never had any drama with other children during his childhood. Growing up home schooled and a single child. "Whats all the drama about" He gave her a confused glance. "Don't you all get along?"*
Sophie smiled. "We get along for the most part, but there is relationship drama and general teenage angst." She didn't want to scare the boy out of Hogwarts, so she said simply, "It's like a family, we have our ups and downs, but in the end we love each other."*
"Oh Im a single child back home so Ive never really had the feeling of a big family." He ruffled through his bag and pulled out a Helga Hufflepuff chocolate frog card. "I already have about two of her, want it?" He offered the girl nervous if fourth years were too old for collecting cards.*
Sophie laughed light heartedly. "I have about 20 of her. James, my older brother, Trina, my younger sister, and I, have a huge collection. We have about three photo albums full with cards in alphabetical order by name. Keep her. Maybe you'll get a collection as large as mine."*
Shea out the card away. He was happy he had made somewhat of a friend especially an older kid. Bullies wouldn't pick on him if he had older friends. He recalled how a Slytherin threw oatmeal at his robes yesterday. "So who do you hang out with here?"*
"I'm usually with a bunch of my close friends. A lot of the girls in my year and I hang out. Michael Boot, Robert Fowler, Desmond Warren, and a couple other boys as well." She smiled at the boy sympathetically. "Do you have any friends? If not you can come to this party in Gryffindor on saturday. You'll probably make some friends."*
"There was one third year Ravenclaw I met last night, but that's about it. Are you sure the older kids would like a first year at their party? Other than that I would love to go!" Shea's face lit up.*
"I highly doubt they'll care. And you'll be with a 'cool' older girl, so no big deal. Find me at the party, I'll help you make some friends, okay?" She yawned loudly. "I'm going to go to my dorm. I've had a hectic night. Good night Shea."
Sophie trudged back upstairs and collapsed on her bed. "Hayley," she whispered, turning her head towards her friend. "Scarlet... what happened to her face?"
(and this way Shea has an excuse to join the party)*
Hayley pulled on pajamas, collapsing on her own bed. "Seamus' group found her. Apparently he's not happy that Scarlet wasn't okay with you and Robert. They wanted to make sure they wouldn't get between you two." She curled up and pulled the blanket over herself. "I think, if you don't mind....and as much as I know you won't like it, and I really don't...the plan..." her shoulders shook. An hour ago she thought it was all over. She wouldn't have to watch anymore. But with Scarlet like this, and knowing how much worse it could get...*
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Post by Admin on Aug 11, 2015 10:10:23 GMT
Sophie bit her lip, wanting to hug Scarlet. She also wanted to hug Hayley. "Hayls," she said softly, "I...I get what you're trying to say. I really don't want Scarlet to get hurt, but at the same time I don't want you or Robert or Desmond to get hurt because of me..." she stifled a sob.*
"I know, Soph, I just don't know what else...I mean...I'm sorry Sophie."*
Reply with quote "Goodnight" Shea said to the girl, he went into the BOYS dorm and blissfully fell asleep.
The next morning after getting dressed Shea trudged down to the common room.*
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