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Post by Carmen on Nov 12, 2005 2:58:44 GMT
(OOC: Invite only, but it wont be for the full thread)
Each heavy step the girl took over the cobble stones from the common room had seemed to rock through her body, sending nervous sensations that had swollen by now. Her long blue hair was tied in a low upside-down loop, and both her hands were jutted into her Hufflepuff cloak pockets. Her left shakily fiddled with the tell-tale letter that was to be sent to her father and step mother in the pocket it was embedded in.
Oh, that devastating day would never be forgotten by the Australian girl. Never could she ignore such horiffic events that had happened for the first time. Carmen had never been attacked by anything, so a full-blown Lycan was a lot to comprehend, along with regrowing her hand. The scar that circled right around her wrist was startlingly pale in comparison to her tanned skin, thanks to the Auzzie sun. And the massive scar on her cheek stood out too, moreso than the one on her wrist; a white circle of scarred tissue from where the muscle was torn clean out.
Having the door opened for her, she smiled wearily to the student who was leaving. Whoever it was, she never fully glanced to see. Many owls hooted and fluttered about the place, each one watching Carmen eagerly for a trip. In the end it turned out to be a screech owl that floated down to her arm, and once it was tied on its ankle, Carmen, like she had done with the Wedge-tailed Eagle in Australia, lifted her arm for the bird to launch.
Dear Dad and Sarah, My time's been great. I have a close knit bunch of friends in my house, and I've been getting great marks in classes. Magic is amazing, you really need to learn. Recently I had a bit of a run-in with a woman and her dog, which attacked, but I'm fine now. A few cuts and bruises, just flesh wounds. Nothing to get worked up about. The school took care of it. Carmen didn't wish to mention the loss of her companion, or the fact that it was a Lycan that attacked her, or the real wounds she had caused. Hope to see you soon. Love, Carmen.
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Nov 12, 2005 4:16:56 GMT
The Owlery was one part of the school that Forgoil normally didn't pass by, but while walking about the castle to clear his mind; he noticed the Owlery was occupied by someone and that someone sounded very familiar. Yet the grey-haired boy was hesitant to enter this room; for this room had no purpose for him whatsoever. He had no living family memebers to his knowledge, nor did he have friends outside of the school that he would need to send letters to. He had no need of this room and simply didn't enter it or use it for it invoked a sense of longing; to let eyes that only saw their parents for two years of his life wander about that room and think of all the letters that had been sent to waiting families...that would be a grievious hurt for the lad and he had no need for more of that kind.
But curiosity drove Forgoil on and soon he stepped inside of the room; only to look upon Carmen Thompson; the blue-haired Wonder from the land down under. It had been sometime since that had gotten a chance to talk on their own and they needed time to talk; after going through what they had been through. But it seemed that she had some issues of her own to deal with before he should make his presence known. While waiting, it was then that the thoughts started entering his head; on what had happened in result of the Hogsmeade incident.
Once the postal owl and gotten onto Carmen's arm, the grey-haired Scot decided to make himself known to Carmen there and then. "Do you mind if I ask where that letter is off to? Is it off to cross the great ocean blue? Or is it being sent off somewhere for you?"
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Post by Carmen on Nov 12, 2005 4:25:15 GMT
Oh, she hoped they wouldn't be angry. Strongly she wished that their response wouldn't be too negative toward her. Upon lowering her arm from where the screech owl had flown from, a familiar and friendly face popped up beside her. But he didn't look too happy. However, Carmen couldn't talk. She had never really had a true smile on her face, other than speaking with Lottie, since that day of the attack.
He seemed really hesitant to speak to her, was it something she had done? "Oh, it's a letter to my dad and step mother saying that a woman and her dog gave me a few scratches." Knowing fully well that her dear friend would understand completely when she said what she had said, she drove her gaze to the floor, then back to Forgoil.
"How have your wounds been?" It was a truely heroic thing that he had done for her that day. And she wasn't necessarily thinking about him saving her life, though that was heroic in its own way. She had never forgotten what he said, no matter the groggy or half-dead state she was in at the time. But she wouldn't bring it up, at least for a few minutes. Maybe she wouldn't have to.
It was all very confusing, where she stood.
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Nov 20, 2005 3:53:49 GMT
Family; well that hit Forgoil hard. Never having a family to call his own for as long as he lived (save his friends); he never experienced the joys of snuggling close to his mother or having his father show him how to fish. Nothing; he never had these joys; he never even knew his own parents. Carmen was so lucky to have such people; the Scotish boy hoped that she loved every moment that she had spent with them and for which letter that she recieved and sent. Sighing to himself, Forgoil tried to forgot the bit about family, but then Carmen asked him about his wounds and almost instinctively he reached behind him and felt the bandages that were still on his back.
He had not the heart to try and remove them; even once they had fully healed for he feared for the worst now that he had entirely new skin covering his back even if it was just a mass of scars. Yet these scars made him a better person; not in the sense that he had been in battles and could hold his own because this case had been quite the opposite. No; those scars had made Forgoil value his life even more and that made him more of a stoic than the cheerful boy that he normally was. He still was a happy lad, but he thought longer and harder before he did anything these days.
Such was the price to pay.
"My wounds....", began Forgoil nervously, roughling his grey hair, "They are still there and still complain from time to time; nothing that I will be able to forget anytime soon. They make it harder for me to walk sometimes, but they serve as a reminder. But how are your wounds Carmen? Surely they are of more concern than mine?"
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Post by Carmen on Nov 20, 2005 4:33:08 GMT
It was a short while until he spoke, and still he was quite hesitant with his words. And thus, still she thought it was her who had caused it. Why did she have to have gone into Hogsmeade? At least he could have been spared the danger, plus his admitance. Her scars? Her wounds? They weren't really anything in comparison to his, she thought.
"They're getting along. My hand feels weird every now and again. I get stares for my cheek. My ribs occasionally hurt and the slices on my arms and chest are scarred now. So I'm practically healed." But like they had effected Forgoil, Carmen wasn't totally her bouncy, happy self, like the transformation Lottie had taken not so long ago.
She wanted to talk of a forbidden subject, but how could she? As said, it was forbidden and shameful. Forget it... forget the words he said... It was the first time she had attempted to convince herself to forget such a memory, and it would be hard. But she had to do it, for him. A long, awkward silence followed through. "So how is other things?"
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Nov 23, 2005 23:48:33 GMT
"Grammar Miss Thompson", said Forgoil as he chuckled softly, "One does not use is, which is singular, when they are talking about more than one thing. Because you asked 'How is other things?'; which is plrual. Had you said 'how is everything?'; it would have been grammatically correct." Although this little comment that he had made cheered him somewhat; it seemed that he was trying to avoid the topic of other things at the moment.
There was really too much happening for the boy to put together. The school soon to come under attack, the tension that ran in the Common Room for the first time, and who know what next? These thoughts ate away at his mind, for he over-analyzed his thoughts and now he was stuck in the translation of them. Running his hand through his grey hair, the Scot asked, "Can we not talk about that right now? I am still trying to figure some more...personal manners out...personal in the sense that they will affect my well-being if left to fester."
"But I am more than willing to talk about something else. Like your family for example... I hardly know anything about them. Then again, it has always been a little thing of mine; to ask people about their families and take in that brief moment of warmth before it leaves me. I guess that is what I get for being the way I am, eh?"
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Post by Carmen on Nov 23, 2005 23:54:16 GMT
Was she really that different? Were things really that different? "You... you're talking to me as if I am a stranger, because I've seen you do it.." It was as if, now, because of the admittance that Forgoil had done that time he saved her had caused the friendship built had buckled under pressure, broken and gone.
"Am I really that different?"
(OOc: Sorry, I'm just not in a Carmen mood)
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