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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 7, 2008 11:26:08 GMT -5
"Hmm, you are the first first year I've met, I think. Why do you keep to yourself? Most everyone here is nice. At least, the people that I know. Then again, I suppose it's one's preference to keep to there self."
Cavan smiled as she spoke, she was right of course, but he'd always enjoyed the company of his books. He supposed he would be more willing to spend time with others if he hadn't been raised to study. He couldn't actually remember a time when he hadn't had his nose in a book, or pouring over notes, coming up with new ideas and researching them. Even when he'd played with his siblings, they'd all been learning. "It's just a bad habit I have, keeping to myself. It makes it easier to get homework done, there is more time to learn more things. And since I'm taking an extra class this year, and having a tutor for language, I suppose I should take some time to make a friend or two, shouldn't I?"
"I'm usually at least in bed right now too. That or frantically trying to finish homework."
He nodded in understanding again, laughing at himself, "I finished all my homework for the week before I gave up and decided on a walk. I can't understand why I'm not sleepy though, how about you? Do you have trouble sleeping often?"
"Lead the way."
Hand in hand, Cavan led Aimee down to the Dungeons. He made sure to keep her wand, still light, behind him so that the light wouldn't hinder his sight overmuch. It wasn't long, with there quiet whispering before they'd reached the portrait of fruit. Cavan grinned, "Would you like to tickle the pear or shall I?" He moved to the side so that she would also be able to reach it, should she decide she wanted the honor.
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Post by aimee on Jan 11, 2008 18:20:30 GMT -5
"Bad habits, we all have thoughs right?" Aimee smiled. Listening to Cavan's reasoning for keeping to himself, it actually didn't sound like a bad idea. It would help her with her homework. But that'll never happen, She thought, I like to socailize too much.
"Friends are a good thing to have." She nodded her head, "You got to have someone to talk to right? And no, I usually don't have any problem sleeping," Aimee griped a letter inside her jacket, "just here lately. My father has decided to get married to a woman that I don't know. But thats another story. " Aimee smiled and looked at Cavan.
"Would you like to tickle the pear or shall I?"
"Oh, I will!" She laughed, "I've never been down in the kitchens." Reaching up to the pear, she gently scrapped her fingers against it. She burrowed her eyebrows when it didn't work and tried it harder. Then the painting swung open and Aimee stepped into the giant room.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 16, 2008 17:53:47 GMT -5
((Sorry for the delay...))
"Bad habits, we all have those right?"
"I suppose we do, don't we?" He smiled, even though in the dim light, she couldn't see it, it could be heard in his voice.
"Friends are a good thing to have. You got to have someone to talk to right? And no, I usually don't have any problem sleeping, just here lately. My father has decided to get married to a woman that I don't know. But thats another story. "
"I've only ever had my family to talk to before now. We were heavily home-schooled and we have a few friends, but mostly we couldn't tell them anything to personal, since they're either muggles or squibs... I don't think I have any close friends, since I don't think a journal counts. That must be hard... I can't imagine what it would be like if my parents were with other people, especially people I didn't know." He returned the smile with one of his own before asking his question.
"Oh, I will! I've never been down in the kitchens."
Cavan chuckled, her laugh was contagious and it didn't help when her first attempt at tickling the pear failed. The face she made for her second attempt made him snort before the laughter got the best of him. Then the painting swung open and Aimee stepped into the giant room, Cavan right at her heals. He was still trying to control his laughter as the door closed behind them.
He'd never really been in the kitchens either, but he'd read enough to know where it was, how to get in, and the description of the room. The description fell short of the truth, it was amazing in there and it reminded him of home.
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Post by aimee on Jan 21, 2008 11:05:47 GMT -5
"Home schooled huh? My dad never liked that idea, even though moret than once I wanted to totally skip Hogwarts. But that doesn't count, I was like 5." She shugged her shoulders and contintued to walk into the kitchen. Little elves were running around everywhere. "Well, it's not like it is going to hurt my mum though. She died in labor with me." The elves reminded Aimee of busy little ants. A few of them looked over at the two that had just walked in.
Watching the busy little elves, she listened to Cavan continue the conversation, "Journals could count I suppose, I mean, they know everything about you. Just hope that someday they don't start talking to you out of the blue. That would be a little scary."
Looking back over a Cavan, he was consumed in laughter. Aimee tried to old it in, but of course that lasted a whole three seconds. Laughter was Aimee's drug, "Whats so funny?" She led the way to a little table that was kind of set aside from the bustle of the kitchen.
(yeah I havn't been able to get on in a while so its all good ;D )
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 21, 2008 19:24:26 GMT -5
"Home schooled huh? My dad never liked that idea, even though more than once I wanted to totally skip Hogwarts. But that doesn't count, I was like 5. Well, it's not like it is going to hurt my mum though. She died in labor with me."
He nodded, it was weird thinking about someone not having both parents there for them. He felt suddenly very sad that Aimee's mom had missed watching her grow up and helping her learn to stand on her own feet. He let his sad thoughts flow over him and then he was able to move on and be his happy self again, the frown only showed on his face for a moment for he was smiling again. Finally he was able to appreciate the little elves who were running around everywhere, reminding him busy little ants as well. He waved to the few that looked over at them.
"Journals could count I suppose, I mean, they know everything about you. Just hope that someday they don't start talking to you out of the blue. That would be a little scary."
Cavan nodded, listening and the renewed his laughter at her comment, trying to picture his journal responding to him, first with writing, then speaking. "It would definitely be interesting, that's for sure."
Cavan, continued to chuckle thinking this was the most fun he'd had since starting at Hogwarts. "Whats so funny?" He followed her as she led the way to a little table that was kind of set aside from the bustle of the kitchen. "Honestly? Well it started because you seemed so excited about coming in, and then that face you made when you tried the second time to get the door open... you looked so serious about tickling that pear..." He found himself laughing harder at just remembering her face. "And then well, a talking journal, I mean, can you imagine?"
He sat down on the side facing the door, wanting to be able to keep an eye it, just in case a teacher or prefect got the same idea they did, he would be able to think quickly enough to maybe keep them out of too much trouble.
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Post by aimee on Jan 26, 2008 14:08:41 GMT -5
Looking over at Cavan, she noticed his split second frown and wonders if she should have said anything. She doesn't really think about how other people will react to that information since it has become the norm for her. She sat down at the table and luckily, another conversation had started.
"Haha, I didn't think that you would actually have to tickle it like you would a person. I just thought you would rub your fingers against it and be done." She laughed at herself. "Now the talking journal, well it could happen right?" She giggled, "We do have magic, I'm sure someone would be able to bewitch one to make it speak...Not sure why they would want to though."
Seeing Cavan eye the door behind them, she turned around to look. She serched the room for a hiding place just incase a staff member of the school walked in seeking the same as them, a midnight snack.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 29, 2008 19:52:02 GMT -5
"Haha, I didn't think that you would actually have to tickle it like you would a person. I just thought you would rub your fingers against it and be done. Now the talking journal, well it could happen right? We do have magic, I'm sure someone would be able to bewitch one to make it speak... Not sure why they would want to though."
He laughed again, “I don’t think talking journals would be a good idea, they’d probably blab everything you wrote in them to people you didn’t want to know.” He relaxed, leaning back in his chair as he waited for the busy little elves to help them. “So what are you craving?” He personally had been thinking about chocolate covered fruit for most of the day and was hoping he’d be able to appease that craving tonight. He truly hoped he didn’t have to wait for his mother’s next package of snacks, meals, and such.
While he sat there he got a better look at Aimee, noticing her hair was a nice red color and that her eyes were close to a green color. He wondered absently as he shifted his gaze back to the door, then back to the elves, if she was of Irish or Scottish in decent. He had noticed when they were standing, talking to each other that she was not nearly as tall as the others in school, though still taller than himself. Finally an elf moved from amid the chaos that was the elves ant-like ways and started towards them.
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Post by aimee on Feb 1, 2008 17:42:02 GMT -5
“I don’t think talking journals would be a good idea, they’d probably blab everything you wrote in them to people you didn’t want to know.”
"You know, you have a very good point. I'll make a mental note to never bewitch a journal to talk." Aimee smiled once again. Taking a cue from Cavan, she looked around at the buzy little elves and wondered when they were going to come and see what the two wanted. "Hmm, I want anything with chocolate. What about you?" Amiee said, "Ooh, but then again carmel sounds good too."
Finally seeing the little elf coming towards them Aimee quickly tried to decide what it was that she wanted. She settled on her all time favorite dessert, chocolate pudding. The little elf with with big blue eyes had stopped at the side of the table. She smiled friendly at him while she told him what she wanted and then looked over at Cavan.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Feb 1, 2008 18:01:23 GMT -5
"Hmm, I want anything with chocolate. What about you? Ooh, but then again carmel sounds good too."
"I was thinking along the same lines, chocolate. But more specifically, my favorite dessert ever." He grinned and she ordered chocolate pudding politely before two sets of eyes were looking at him expectingly. He was quick to order an assortment of fruits dipped in dark chocolate and a glass of chocolate milk.
Once there snack was ordered the little elf scurried off to get them what they had asked for. Cavan turned his attention back to a dance between the entrance way and Aimee. "So you've really never been down here before? I come down here all the time, mostly earlier in the evening though... Normally just after dinner when I've realized I've studied right through my last meal." He shifted in his chair so that he was sitting with his right foot under him, making him seem a little taller than he truly was.
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Post by aimee on Feb 7, 2008 11:58:02 GMT -5
"So you've really never been down here before? I come down here all the time, mostly earlier in the evening though... Normally just after dinner when I've realized I've studied right through my last meal."
"Can't say I have," Aimee shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "I don't really have that problem, studying through a meal I mean. Too much other stuff I could do rather than read a book." Once again, her mind shifted back and saw her books in the common room. She felt rather intimidated while they were talking about schoolwork. Cavan, a frist year, did more than she did, a fifth year.
Quickly changing the subject Aimee asked, "I'm guessing from your accent that you are from the states?" As she spoke the little elf came back with there snacks, "Thank you." She told it.
"I've been there a couple of times to visit some family members that moved to Texas. Beautiful state." She swirled the spoon around in the pudding before takinga bite
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Feb 7, 2008 19:20:09 GMT -5
"Can't say I have. I don't really have that problem, studying through a meal I mean. Too much other stuff I could do rather than read a book."
He smiled and nodded, seeing the slight change in expression when she thought about studying he chuckled again. "I was home schooled when I was younger, so my mom made sure that not only would I do my homework, but I'd enjoy it. I know I'm a little weird..."
"I'm guessing from your accent that you are from the states?"
"I still have one?" he shook his head at himself, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted my mom. She wouldn't know. Yes, I lived in the states until I was seven, then we moved to Kent." He beamed when the elf returned with their snacks, his bowl of chocolate covered fruits looked mouth water. "Thank you." He told the elf before popped a strawberry into his mouth.
"I've been there a couple of times to visit some family members that moved to Texas. Beautiful state."
His face lit up at the mention of Texas. "Texas, really? That's actually where I was born. In Austin. We had a ranch just outside the town by a couple miles. It is a beautiful state, you're right."
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Post by aimee on Feb 16, 2008 14:06:03 GMT -5
"You're not wierd, just studious. Besides, weird is good. It means your interesting." Aimee swirled the spoon some more. She didn't know wheather to dive into it, or to take it slowly. When the elf had brought the snck, Aimee had realized how hungry she was. having had a small lunch, her stomach rumbled, "It's not that I don't enjoy homework..." She thought for a minute and let the sentance hang there when she realized that she couldn't finish it.
"I still have one? I knew I shouldn't have trusted my mom. She wouldn't know. Yes, I lived in the states until I was seven, then we moved to Kent."
"It's just a slight one." Aimee laughed as she said it. Seeing his face light up at the mention of Texas, she kept smiling, "Austin, they live about three very small towns away from there."
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Feb 25, 2008 17:53:01 GMT -5
(I have tried to post this three times.... I tired of redoing it, so sorry if this isn't my best...)
"You're not weird, just studious. Besides, weird is good. It means your interesting. It's not that I don't enjoy homework..."
He smiled as she told him and completely understood what she meant when she stopped speaking about homework. "If it weren't for the rewards for finishing homework, and sticking charms my mom cast to keep me seated until I was done, I wouldn't enjoy the homework. I honestly don't expect many people to actually enjoy homework. I know that it is just something that must be done that gets in the way other more interesting things one would like to do." He found himself holding a giggle as he watched the silent debate Aimee was having with herself. He could tell that she wanted to not just savor the dish, but devour it in one fell swoop.
"It's just a slight one. Austin, they live about three very small towns away from there."
"Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Maybe being here, with less Americans will help." At this statement, he did giggle, because he knew that the majority of the students in his classes were either from America or France, not England.
"Very neat, to think we lived so close to other wizarding families in America and didn't even realize it. Or maybe we did and we actually know them...." He shrugged and ate another bite of fruit.
"So what's your favorite class?" He decided to talk about something a little less boring that his life and turned it toward something normal students spoke of, school.
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Post by aimee on Mar 2, 2008 12:30:01 GMT -5
((so sorry I haven't been able to post, I've been gone for a while. And as for the tired of re-doing posts, don't worry thats why my last one was so short lol ))
"Well, technically they weren't a wizarding family. My mother was muggle born and her sister moved to America. Blaire Paisley, the Gryffie prefect, she's like the only magical one from that part of the family." She took another bite out of the pudding, "This stuff is good."
"So what's your favorite class?"
"None of them really since we don't have the flying class. I guess if I had to choose one it would be Defense, but I love being on a broom." Aimee looked over at Cavan and started rattling of questions, "Have you learned how to ride a broom? Are you any good? Play quidditch? We still need some members, even if you are a first year I'm sure you could try out."
Not realizing what she was doing, she dropped her spoon. As it landed in her pudding, brown blobs flew onto her face, "Great!" She looked around for napkin with one eye squeezed shut. Good going Aimee, make a fool out of yourself. She slightly shook her head.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Mar 3, 2008 18:05:10 GMT -5
"Well, technically they weren't a wizarding family. My mother was muggle born and her sister moved to America. Blaire Paisley, the Gryffie prefect, she's like the only magical one from that part of the family. This stuff is good."
Cavan nodded, chewing on his snack with delight, “I didn’t know you and Ms. Paisley were cousins. That must be interesting, having your cousin come from the states to go to school here. Mom moved us here so that we could all attend as well.”
"None of them really since we don't have the flying class. I guess if I had to choose one it would be Defense, but I love being on a broom. Have you learned how to ride a broom? Are you any good? Play quidditch? We still need some members, even if you are a first year I'm sure you could try out."
He smiled at the thought of flying; it wasn’t his favorite, preferring to ride Hippogriffs when given a choice. “I know how to fly, but I’m not very good at it. I prefer flying creatures to flying brooms I think. I don’t play much quidditch, I like watching though.”
"Great!"
He continued to smile, holding in a small entertained giggle as he handed her a napkin from across the table. “At least it didn’t get on your clothes…” he offered in support.
He couldn’t help thinking that this was what he missed most about being home, he was much more comfortable there and didn’t have to try for any other reason than the sake of trying. Here, at Howarts, though he loved being here, he had to try extremely hard to be seen as more than just a little kid. He learned more quickly than most people, but because of his size, he couldn’t have as much fun as he’d like, because he was afraid of what other people would think of him. He realized suddenly just how silly that was, caring what other people thought and keeping yourself from having fun while learning? He’d try to remember tonight when he felt judged again.
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