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Post by wed on Nov 6, 2010 10:05:54 GMT -5
...See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
Since I've gone away...There was no sense in denying it. It was as obvious as her own reflection in the mirror. It was as clear as they sky above her. It was as plain as anything that could be so plain. Wednesday was slightly insane. She had done her best to hide this for so long. However, her new found freedom was just as much a cover to her own puzzle pieces being missing, and the odd things she thought were not things normal people would ever think. She tried to keep all those pieces from falling apart, but there was times she though she might just explode from the pressure of normality. She wished -not more than once- that she could be as normal as her twin sister Tuesday. That girl had it made, and she did not even know it. Wednesday, however, was an oddity. She played well at being out going. She often made friend when those people might not wish to be her friend. She spoke her mind often. No one would expect that she was completely off her rocker, but the truth was the truth. In Wednesday's mind she had gone out to lunch. ...I think I lost some weight there
And I- I'm sure I need some rest
Sleepin' don't come very easy
In a straight white vest...Her fingers made a long trail in the snow as she moved down the small stairs to the path ahead. He dark eyes lifted to the sky once again, but did not remain too long. The sky was bright, which was unusual due to the amount of snow that had fallen over night. She glanced to the distance and saw a lone figure running on the path. He wore shorts, and looked completely out of place with the snow around him. She watched a moment before realizing it was Noah Drake, the boy who gained so much of her sister's attention. She thought to cut him off, speak to him, but the thought ended when he stopped running and began to speak to a shorter girl she did not know. Wednesday shook her head, put her back to them, and walked in the other direction. The small grounds on this side of the building was starting to fill. She was unsure if she wanted company this morning, as early as it was, and began to walk toward the lake. She had always been fond of the lone tree sitting close to the dark water. Often she would sit there and think about nothing. That was Wednesday's favorite topic on days like this. She sighed and moved in that direction. She paid no attention to some of the people she passed. ...I grabbed my hat and I got my coat
And I, I ran into the street
I saw a man that was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens callin'
And so I am not free...The snow crunched under her feet making her curl her lip into a small smirk. She stopped at the tree, pressed her small frame against it's massive trunk, and crossed her arms over her chest. Pieces of her hair blew into her face, and she could not help but sigh. Wednesday considered herself to be mad as a hatter. Completely unbalanced. Insane. Practically good for nothing. Odd. Weird. Strange. Unstable. Completely unloved. Her eyes turned to the dark water and she laughed. If anyone else in the school knew that she was as crazy as a loon, they would kick her out and send her to Mungo's. She would spend the rest of her life inside a padded cell, hugging herself in one of those nifty white coats, not allowed to see the outside until it was time to place her in a pine box and bury her deep. Wednesday knew the truth. She knew... ...Ballad of Dwight Fry, Alice Cooper......she was lying to herself. If she was insane, she would not remember all the horrors of her youth. A childhood stolen. A life broken. A heart torn out... No, Wednesday was not insane. And this made her sad. One single tear moved down her cheek. Left unchecked, it dripped to the snow. Another followed as she watched the waters. Wednesday slid down the large tree, sat in the snow, and hugged her legs to her chest. The tear fell as free as rain. Wednesday could not stop them.
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Post by jekren on Nov 22, 2010 23:56:57 GMT -5
 "Saving the world! One lame joke at a time.."---------------------------------------------------------------------- Again, Morgan? Really?
Oh he could hear her voice in his head as he walked, the sound of the snow beneath his shoes. This was probably the eighth time he had landed himself in detention this half of the school year. On occasiona he had a tendancy to act out for the younger kids in his House, causing him to often end up serving these little sentences. He laughed to himself gently though about it all, for some reason it was okay as long as he made those around him laugh in such a bad time. It wasn't like his marks suffered that much because of it, if anything they only got better for it. He was entirely lost in his own thought as he made his way back from the Grounds Keepers cabin.
It had been almost three weeks since he had gotten any mail from home, it made him wonder what exactly was going on. Were his parents just busy or perhaps did their letters simply get held up by the ministry? With this lockdown going on it was not a possiblity he had ruled out. Whatever it was it drove him mad to say the least. He disliked not having contact outside of the Hogwarts grounds, disliked being stuck here and not being able to go into Hogsmeade as often as they used to be able to on the weekends. Morgan removed his wand from his pocket and twirled it between his fingers now as he walked, occupying himself with something to keep from being nervous.
That was when he spotted her. At first he almost walked right past her, but then he came to a complete stop. It took him a moment to realize it, but she was crying. That didn't sit well with him at all, regardless of not even knowing who she was. Shrugging his shoulders he cleared his throat gently as he approached her, hands in his pocket as he shivered a bit. "Pretty cold out here eh?" he asked, a lame attempt to start some sort of conversation. Of course he was often lame, but in the end that was part of his charm, part of the reason people found him to be funny. "You'll catch your death out here." he said with a grin as he stopped fiddling with his wand.
Holding out an empty hand, he would give it a soft wave and conjure a small cup that steamed pleasantly. Offering it to her with a smile, he'd move to sit down next to her. "Figured it might help. I'm Morgan, by the way." he said as he looked out over the frozen lake. He didn't know why she was crying, nor was he going to directly ask. He would either make her feel better by talking, or she would spill it on her own. "If you don't mind me askin', what exactly are you doin' out here by the lake? Not exactly exciting in this cold and gloomy weather." he said with a laugh, "I don't suppose you're the next kid with detention sent to the Ground Keepers cabin to relieve me, eh?" he asked, grin wide as ever. |
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Post by wed on Nov 24, 2010 17:42:57 GMT -5
Wednesday's breath caught in her throat. She leaped to her feet, her wand raced out in front of her, and she eyed the figure of the boy standing in the snow. She sneered for a moment, mostly lost in her own thoughts, before she realized where she was, and whom was speaking to her. His hand was not filled with something that would harm her, it was not a weapon at all but a small cup of steaming liquid. Her chocolate brown eyes lifted to look at the boy, and she slowly lowered her wand. Wednesday felt an odd mixture of guilt for the reaction, and relief that it was not her living nightmares coming true. She moved slowly toward him, eyes still on his, and moved to take the cup. All the while she was trying to figure out where she might know him from, other than in the crowded hallways. No one really talked to Wednesday much, unless she spoke first. Normally she was the out going twin, but tonight she just felt like... Wednesday sighed through her smile and touched the cup to her lips.
Her tone was soft, but the words were firm with the thick German accent as she spoke. "Thank you, of course I was not going to attack or anything. You only just startled my tail feathers off. Not that I have, you know... a tail, or feathers. Just a saying really. Something I say sometimes, I... er, who are you?" Wednesday, even with the tears still wet on her cheeks, was still as curious and wordy as ever. As she sipped the hot liquid she managed to look him over past the rim of his cup. She was certain she knew him, or at the very least know of him. But he mind was not working as well as it should, and the memories of when and where slipped away with the cold winter breeze.
{{Sorry it is a bit short, and sloppy. I am sort of writing on the run while hiding from my family. Thanksgiving, sigh. It will get better, I promise.}} |
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Post by jekren on Nov 26, 2010 3:06:06 GMT -5
His body tensed as he prepared for a fight, her wand was out in an instant which startled him as well. Of course she had the drop on him, he would have had to resort to school yard fist fighting had she not lowered the wand shortly after. Morgan was full of pride however, he wouldn't let it show that he had been afraid for a moment. Raising his hands in a mock surrender, he smiled and laughed. "Alright, you've got me!" he said with a cheeky grin. He was however glad that she accepted his olive branch, the cup of warm cocoa. As big of a trouble maker as he could be, he prefered to help people wherever he could.
"You're quite welcome." he replied as she spoke, his eyes widened a bit at her accent. It was definitely different then he was used to, which made her feel like someone he should've heard of or at least had in a few classes. Stuffing his hands back into his pockets now he shivered slightly. "I'd be worried if you did have tail feathers. I've seen alot of badly done transfigurations before." he said with a grin. He'd leave out the fact that they were all his own failed attempts. She spoke alot and he couldn't help but find her rambling amusing, it definitely made her one of the more interesting people he'd met in his time here.
"Who am I? Err, Morgan, Morgan Vermundr." he responded as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. He had forgotten his manners in his attempt to comfort a crying girl. "My friends call me the Gryffindor Lion, since I tend to tell the harsh truth and get into fights alot." he admitted with a laugh. A name he had earned by publicly being a clown, by standing up for those kids in the hallway who were bullied by upper classman Slytherin. Morgan felt he was babbling too now however.
"Your accent is.. German? Have you just transfered her or have you been here since your first year?" he asked curiously.
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Post by wed on Dec 1, 2010 18:34:22 GMT -5
Wednesday nodded lightly as he spoke. He was well spoken, and his voice was pleasing to her. She did not read too much into this because currently she felt like an emotional wreck. However, she did not want to appear rude. Wednesday was always outspoken, outgoing, and the center of attention in a negative way. What he said could be said of her. She had always been blunt when dealing with others. Sometimes the truth hurt, but this was lost on Wednesday. She took another sip and waited for his stream of words to stop. As well spoken as he was, he tended to go on and on. She thought that this could be from where he might be nervous. What did he have to be nervous about though? Wednesday was no one important.
She was used to this question. "Transferred, and yes it is German. I lived most of my life there with my... uncle. But, after his became ill I moved back to live with my parents and my twin sister. You might know her, Tuesday Kerrison? No? Yes?" She had a tough time reading his expression as she fiddled with her words. She had not told him the truth, but she could not bring herself to explain why she was really in Germany for all those years. It was not a conversation that she could have at this moment. No matter how nice he was, he was still a stranger to her. Germany was a very personal memory.
"Tell me, Gryffindor Lion, what brings you out in the cold?" She thought the change of subject might do them both some good. The current line of questioning would only lead her to more pain and crying. She did not want to cry in front of him. That would not do at all. Wednesday smiled over another sip, and watched this unusual boy. |
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