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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jun 26, 2008 19:24:42 GMT -5
It was finally to the point that Bryan had recovered completely from the day that he joined with and recovered D'rorah's emotions. The constant head ache that he had from it, as a reminder for over doing it, had abated and he no longer had any difficulty on concentrating on things that proved a challenge to him--like homework. As it was he had slept most of the day that had followed. However, Bryan did not really mind that extra day of sleep.
Lunch had finished and Bryan was taking the stairs up to the Gryffindor common room on the seventh floor. However, Bryan had only managed to get to the base of the sixth floor when he had the sudden urge to draw. He didn't really know what is was that he wanted to draw. He did not see anything that really sparked his artistic eye, but he wanted to draw. Had to draw. Bryan looked around the stairwell, it was empty for the time being but sitting down on the steps was probably not a good idea. He had done that once before only to get tripped over. So no. Drawing on the stairs was out.
Stepping off the platform, Bryan entered for the corridors of the Sixth floor. He walked a little ways before he came to a window with a protruding frame. Taking his sketchbook, a brand new one now that he had filled his old one, and opening it to a fresh page. He rested the book on the sill of the window. He then took his pencil from behind his left ear and placed it to the paper. With little effort, especially considering he had no idea what he wanted to draw, Bryan started to sketch something. His attention remained on the page and what was coming out from under his pencil. He didn't notice the passage of time or even if other people had passed by him. If anything, Bryan seemed like he normally was when drawing something.
However, at one point something caused Bryan to break his concentration and he had stopped drawing. The urge disappeared and with it any hope of finishing whatever it was he was drawing. His attention turned to what had stopped him, or rather who...
[[ Yes, Bryan was having one of his seer moments. So someone probably physically touched him or drew his attention somehow away from what he was drawing. I'll allow whoever replies to choose what Bryan drew. His visions can be from past, present, or future and can be from anything...]]
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 1, 2008 4:37:26 GMT -5
Caitlin meandered aimlessly down the sixth floor corridor, sure that there was something she was supposed to be doing but unable to remember exactly what that thing was. Her memory had been playing up quite a bit recently, what with the lack of sleep and obsession over Mallan’s letters to her, and she had that nagging feeling that told her there was actually a reason she’d come up to near the top of the castle.
Turning, she began to pace back up the corridor she had just come from. What am I doing here? What is it that needs doing? she asked herself, a vaguely troubled expression painted on her face as she rubbed her forehead with the back of one hand then folded her arms around her middle again. She wasn’t sure why she kept doing that, it was more like a subconscious effort to form some semblance of protection against the outside world. So far, it had failed to make any difference that she noticed.
Passing close to one wall, she noticed a pad of paper jutting out from behind some curtains ahead. She moved a little to the side to avoid colliding with whoever was sitting in the windowsill but couldn’t help but glance down at the sketchbook as she passed. The pencil moving so rapidly and skilfully over the page reminded her painfully of Mallan, and likely she would have just passed straight on by had she not seen what was on the paper. A wave of déjà vu overcame her and she stopped walking, staring down at it.
Two figures... hovering in the air, one holding the other up. Next to Gryffindor Tower, at night. She knew that, she remembered it. Mallan had been experimenting with his elemental wind abilities and taken her flying, using the air currents to keep them both in the air. But no one had been around, they’d both made sure of that. They had checked, both visually and magically, that no one was watching. Now focussed on the sketch, it was obvious who the two figures were, they were recognisable as themselves. So how...?
“When did you see that?” she asked, a little harshly in her shock, looking up at the boy who was holding the pencil, which stopped moving the moment she spoke. The picture wasn’t complete – details such as the Forest were missing from the background, and Gryffindor Tower looked as though it was made up of one giant slab of rock without the stone bricks drawn in, but it was obvious that despite their precautions, someone had seen them. She thought they’d been safe, hadn’t wanted to let anyone find out about Mallan’s elemental abilities. If one of the Mage’s minions had seen them – if this boy was one of the Mage’s spies – then she had clearly shown herself as knowing and being aligned with the lightfighters. In Hogsmeade that had been less of an issue, because anyone with a hint of intelligence could have seen how confused she was then.
She took a small step back, partly to allow the boy some breathing space but also partly to be able to escape if he did turn out to be a spy. Although it was unlikely she would be attacked in the middle of an open school corridor, she wanted to be prepared just in case.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 2, 2008 10:45:56 GMT -5
Bryan was pulled away from the sketch when a voice sounded strongly at his ear. On the trails of the wind, which carried the sound of the person’s voice, went the source for whatever was driving him to draw. His pencil had came to a complete standstill and Bryan was able to look at the image that he had been drawing with fresh eyes. He had not really seen it as he was drawing it. Instead, he had stared almost incomprehensible at the paper while his hand moved in eager, but skillful strikes with the pencil over the white paper. His mind had almost blanked as he drew. He didn’t know what had driven him to draw. He didn’t even know what it was he had been drawing until now, when it had skittered away with the winds.
Looking at the image he had sketched, Bryan did not recognize any part of it. I was not something he ever seen or even imagine. He frowned for a moment. The people in the image did not even strike any recollection to him. However, he soon remembered that someone had spoken. He turned his gaze to the person. He gave a small noticeable start. The resemblance in the image was uncanny. The girl in the image was standing there before him. It confused Bryan’s mind for few moments. How could he have drawn something that resembled a real person? Bryan only did that when he was actually sketching from a real life model. Perhaps he had seen her coming down the corridors and gave her face to the image? But Bryan had not even been conscious of the people passing him.
His mind turned back to the question she had asked. He had almost forgotten it, but the expression over her face made him recall it. ”See what?” he stated, blinking before his sea blue eyes trailed back to the sketch. It was a rhetorical question. He shook his head, still confused. This was a first for him. He had never drawn something that seemed like it came from real life. However, this had to be the case. The girl had asked him when he saw it. So apparently, it must have happened. But Bryan didn’t know her, even if she was in his year if he was any judge. ”I didn’t,” he then stated frankly looking at her with some confusion. ”I was just drawing…” That was close enough to the truth. He had been just drawing. He just left out the little bit about not knowing what he had been drawing.
It was a shock to him, just as much to the girl that the scene on the paper must have originated in real life. And Bryan had no idea that the boy in the image also had a resemblance to someone who had existed, someone who the girl had known. Nor did he know it was a connection she was still grieving over. There was still so much Bryan didn’t know. It seemed that his list was becoming longer and longer. It had also started when he had met D’rorah in the library. If Bryan were the spiteful type he would probably blame the Ravenclaw Prefect. As it was, Bryan was not spiteful, so he could only stand their confused hoping that some sort of light would be shed on this.
Bryan noticed that she had taken a few steps back. ”Are you saying this actually happened? To you?” he then found himself asking. His tone was surprise and even unbelieving. It was a large coincidence. It was the only answer that Bryan could come up with. He had only been drawing to suit the urge that overcame him earlier. He frowned. It made little to no sense, but then lately, very little had been making sense in his world. Let’s just add another thing to the top of that pile, shall we?
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 6, 2008 19:14:49 GMT -5
The confusion on Bryan’s face was obvious to anyone who walked by, but Caity refused to see it. Who was this boy, who’d been watching her and Mallan and managed to evade their charms? She’d never spoken to him before, couldn’t really remember seeing him. All she knew was that he was a Gryffindor – his robes said that anyway – and he could draw, and had apparently been spying on them. Had she known he was the one who had replaced Mallan as far as Elemental Master status went, the simmering dislike would have blossomed much more easily. If Mallan could be replaced so easily, so quickly, it implied he wasn’t worth anything that special. He was... “expendable”. It also highlighted the finality of his death, confirmed that there was absolutely no chance of mistake. It wasn’t as if she actually believed there had been a mistake, but every ounce of proof just beat her further into the ground.
"See what? I didn’t, I was just drawing…”
She stared down at him, some of the bewilderment on his face being processed by her own brain. Maybe he didn’t know anything, maybe it was just coincidence. But this was stupid... that was obviously her, it was blatantly recognisable as Mallan, and the scene was unmistakeable. The only way he could be drawing that was if he’d seen it, which meant he was lying to protect himself.
“You must’ve seen it, how else could you be drawing it?” she demanded in a low voice, a frown on her own face but not wanting to attract too much attention. There corridor was nearly empty in reality, but that meant there were less distractions for any nosy students who wanted to be king or queen of the school gossip system. “How did you see it, there were charms...” she trailed off as he spoke again, the confusion still not lifting from his face as much as she could tell.
“Are you saying this actually happened? To you?”
He seemed… disbelieving. Why was he so disbelieving? “Yes,” she confirmed, against her better judgement, a little of his confusion rubbing off on her. “And you must’ve seen it, or how could you draw it in such detail? That’s me, and that’s...” Again she trailed off as she moved her finger from gesturing at the figure of herself to Mallan. Not completing the sentence, she dropped her hand from the sketch and continued in a still quieter voice. “Why are you drawing us?”
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 7, 2008 16:52:07 GMT -5
Bryan continued to stare at Caitlin in confusion. He was confused by not only her but also himself. He had no idea why what he drawn had turned out to be two real people and seemingly in a situation that had actually happened. How was that possible? Bryan didn't know what to think about it. He knew himself, the moment he spoke saying he had not seen it that it had sounded like a weak excuse. If this had clearly happened, which it must have for this girl to be reacting so strongly then his saying he didn't say it sounded like a weak way to cover up him spying.
However, the problem was that Bryan had not been spying! Bryan did not take to spying on people and he only drew people from real life if he had their permission to be doing so. This girl did not know that. She did not know him. She didn't know this about Bryan, if she had she probably would not be staring at him with disbelieving eyes as he continued to stare at her with confusion.
"I-I don't know," he stated weakly as she started to question him. "I didn't spy on you ... I don't know what you're even talking about," he stated. Bryan ran his hand through his hair in an agitated manner. "I didn't even know what I was drawing ... I-I just had an urge to draw so I stopped here and took out my sketch book ... I don't even know ... know what else I would have drawn in this picture now ..."
"Honestly. I don't even draw real life people unless I have their permission," he stated, trying to defend himself. Not that you'd believe me ..." he thought. Bryan refrained from puffing out his cheeks in exasperation. He didn't know what he could possibly say to this girl that would make her believe that he had not been spying on her and who ever the boy in the picture was. Glancing down at the image, Bryan looked at they boy he had drawn. He was vaguely familiar, but Bryan did not pay too much attention to his fellow students however.
Bryan continued to stare at the image for a few moments before he tore the page out of his sketchbook. He held it out to her. "If it indeed happened, then take it. Keep it to yourself," he then stated, looking at her sincerely. "I don't know why I drew it but it's yours." Bryan looked at her square in the eyes as he spoke, holding the page out. Bryan honestly didn't know why he had drawn it but it was apparent it was a private scene and belonged only to this girl and the boy who was in the picture. Bryan would not keep it, it did not belong to him and he would not hold on to it. He didn't know why he drew it but he could at least give it the the girl.
She could do with it as she pleased. Keep it or destroy it made no difference to Bryan.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 9, 2008 13:31:28 GMT -5
Staring up at Caitlin, the boy seemed desperate to persuade her that he hadn’t been spying. It certainly looked convincing... but then, she’d learnt the hard way that things are not always what they seem. Story of her life, really. The muggle world... intricately woven among that was the wizarding world, hidden out of sight. India, that had at first seemed wonderful, but had the slums scattered everywhere to show it wasn’t all perfect. Hogwarts, supposedly a school of great magical repute, but with the Shadow Wars haunting its halls. And of course Mallan... he had seemed so happy, and content, but then had gone away and killed himself. You couldn’t take first impressions as being accurate, or second or third really either. Even if you got to know something or someone over years, it could still change in the blink of an eye and leave you wondering what went wrong.
So, according to that logic, it was entirely plausible that this Gryffindor had indeed been spying, but was a very good actor and wished to cover it up. He continued to try and defend himself and she stayed quiet, not saying anything that might give away her thoughts.
She glanced down at the sketch again, then up at Bryan. He was Gryffindor, and he looked about the same age as her. Surely he must have known Mallan, they’d have been dorm-mates. “You’re Gryffindor, right?” she questioned to make sure. “What year are you in? Don’t you... didn’t you know him?” she asked, nodding down at the pencil marks “You must have, to draw him with such detail... even if you weren’t spying,” she added on, just about managing to keep the disbelief from her voice.
Without warning, he suddenly tore the page out. Caity flinched as he did so, worried that he might rip it up, or “destroy the evidence”, as it were. Although to be honest, it did seem pretty stupid to draw a scene you’d been spying on in an open corridor, where anyone could see it.
"If it indeed happened, then take it. Keep it to yourself. I don't know why I drew it but it's yours."
With the piece of paper thrust at her, she reached out uncertainly to take it. It really was astonishing how accurate it was, since this had taken place months ago. In fact, from the angle he’d drawn it, he would have been in plain view from where they were above. A nagging doubt set in about whether he had actually been spying or not. Staring down at the drawing sadly, she let out a miserable sigh, all the fight gone out of her.
“Thank you.”
Turning, she took a seat on the window ledge next to the Gryffindor, continuing to look at it. It had been nearly two whole months now since she’d gotten the news. But still, that sickness came into her stomach whenever she thought about Mallan’s suicide, and still, she didn’t know why he’d done it. How long was it supposed to take until you began feeling normal again? The whole time had been a daze, like she was sleep-walking; not truly aware of what was going on around her.
She hadn’t known how long it would take to find a new Elemental Master of Wind, and unaware as she had been of Mallan’s replacement she had been half-glad. It wasn’t as if she’d truly believed that he was alive, that he might come back, but still... the longer a new Elemental Master didn’t emerge, the more her hope had, ever so slowly, grown that there have been a mistake. She had seen no evidence apart from the letter that he was dead, after all. So that tiny flicker of sanguinity had still been there. But when she found out from D’rorah not long ago that the new EM had been found – a boy named Bryan Kelly, if she remembered rightly – that miniscule spark of optimism had been crushed viciously. It had just seemed... disloyal... to accept at once that Mallan had killed himself without any true evidence. But now there was absolutely no denying it, and it was almost like losing him all over again. It was building up inside her dangerously close to exploding point.
“What’s your name?” she asked softly, eyes returning from their glazed state as she gently folded the sheet and placed it securely in the front pocket of the grey hoodie she was wearing, keeping her hands in the pocket as if it might disappear if she let go. It would be placed with the sketches Mallan had drawn of her, that first afternoon after Charms, which were kept safely in her trunk, under her dormitory bed. The letter from Master Xiu and book of Mallan’s were there too, along with a few moving photos of the pair, before he’d gone to China. “I’m Caity. 6th year Hufflepuff.” She left off her status as prefect simply because it wasn’t as if she was really carrying out her duties very well at the moment, and not doing some altogether. One thing she did do, every night, was to walk the hallways and look for any trouble, whether from students or... other sources of a less wholesome nature. It gave her an excuse to keep herself awake, and keep the oncoming nightmares at bay as long as possible until she was tripping over her own feet from exhaustion.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 11, 2008 16:12:13 GMT -5
As Bryan spoke he had been watching the girl's face for any indication that she believed him. However, the girl's face was neutral and closed to what was going on through her mind. It made Bryan feel as if his words were falling on deaf ears. He was pretty certain the girl didn't believe him. His excuses sounded feeble to him. However, the boy didn't know what to say to make her believe he wasn't there. He had probably been sleeping in his dorm or something when this event had occurred. Bryan wasn't one for nightly wanderings. He sighed quietly.
His eyes turned to her when she asked if he was Gryffindor and hence he would know the boy in the picture. "He's familiar but I don't exactly study everyone in my house or year ... I talk to them if they talk to me but that's about it," he said in response with a weak shrug of his shoulders. He was usually one to keep to himself and just draw. He was sociable and friendly when people sought him out but he didn't seek people out. He was usually content to be off by himself doing something, whether homework, reading, or sketching. It tended to make meeting people difficult, and those he met and didn't meet again he had a habit of forgetting about until he spoke to them again.
When she took the page he had held out to her, Bryan inclined his head and said quietly, "You're welcome," to her thanks. He watched as she looked at the image and took a seat on the ledge next to him. She looked almost sad now. Bryan was rather good at reading facial expressions, since he took pains to learn how to draw the different ones. However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he stared down at the blank page in his sketchbook. The pencil he had shoved behind his left ear, where one was usually placed when he wasn't sketching. He looked back to her, startled, when she had started to speak again.
"Bryan," he stated when she asked what his name was. It didn't occurred to him to add his last name since she had not given hers after she had introduced herself. "Gryffindor, same year as you," he added. He looked once more at the sketch book. "You know, this isn't the first time I've had the urge to draw something I didn't know ... but it is the first time someone came and told me it had actually happened," he mused quietly as he closed the sketchbook, fingering the silver spirals after he had done so.
It seemed so much so that his life was taking a different turn after talking with D'rorah. Months ago he would never had known anything about some Shadow wars or even given thought to having powers over the Wind, let alone joining with a Ravenclaw and then forces with a small group of students. It almost seemed now Bryan was just expecting more odd stuff to happen. Looking at these urges from the past and this one, Bryan wouldn't be surprised if he was some freaked in this area, an area he had always been good in, as well.
As it was, Bryan did not know much about the Elemental Masters of Wind before him. He only knew that D'rorah had had a few of them. He felt sorry for D'rorah, but also the people who had known those Elemental Masters. A death in any form, for any reason was hard to cope with. Those Elemental Masters had friends and family who no longer had him around. They may had simply been a number in the ideals of war but to people who love them, they were more than a number. He merely hoped that he would not join them in becoming only a number when all things were said and done. He could remember Zane telling him not to go sticking any daggers in his head, hugging the Whomping Willow, or jumping off the Astronomy tower. Bryan had no intention of doing such things, but whose to say that something won't happen in the future? It seemed being given these abilities was almost a death warrant.
Death warrant or not, Bryan had no intention of backing out and he would try to full fill his part to the best of his ability. He looked back at Caity when she had seemed like she was going to speak again.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 12, 2008 15:31:16 GMT -5
Caity nodded as the Gryffindor said that Mallan was “familiar”. She was the same with her housemates, really. She could recognise most of them, but wasn’t great with names, or socialising at all for that matter – and she’d become even worse at the latter over the last couple of months. She wondered how common knowledge Mallan’s suicide was now... The teachers must know, but what about the students? Had they been told; did they even care? Did this boy know that the housemate he’d drawn was now dead?
"Bryan. Gryffindor, same year as you."
With her mind already wavering around the subject of Mallan’s replacement, it did not take Caity more than a few seconds after he said it to make the connection. Bryan... Bryan Kelly. D’rorah’s new partner – the new Elemental Master of Wind. “Bryan Kelly?” she asked immediately, eyes wide in surprise and another, unreadable emotion she wasn’t even sure of herself. “You’re... you’re Dee’s –“ She halted herself just in time. There must be more than one Bryan in the school, so there was no guarantee that this was the one she had been told about. She couldn’t go blurting out those kinds of secrets in an open corridor. If he was indeed who she thought he was then he would probably know what she was talking about. But did he have no idea that he had drawn the Shadow Warrior of Water and his predecessor? Surely if he thought about it he might realise that there were no flight spells, and manipulating the wind was one of the only ways that you could keep yourself up in the air like that.
"You know, this isn't the first time I've had the urge to draw something I didn't know ... but it is the first time someone came and told me it had actually happened.”
“What else have you drawn?”she asked curiously, wondering if there was any pattern to them. “If they’re all at night, maybe you’re sleepwalking, or something. Maybe you’re subconsciously remembering...?” she suggested, unable to come up with any other logical explanation. The idea of any type of seer ability didn’t occur to her – partly due to her normal, rational self, and partly due to being out of contact with magic for that month at home.
Feeling the crinkling of the paper beneath her fingers, Caity mused that he really was a very good artist. What was it with Gryffindors and drawing? He was about as good as Mallan had been, she admitted grudgingly to herself. And Mallan had been extraordinarily good, she remembered. Personally, she was no good at art. She could get the pictures in her head, and know what she wanted on the paper, but couldn’t seem to transfer it from mind to pencil. Mallan, on the other hand, had been able to transfer the images from her own mind onto his piece of paper. It had been truly amazing seeing her own imaginings visualised like that, and she wished she had the skill to do that herself.
Not being a telepath, Caity couldn’t know of Bryan’s thoughts, but had she been able to then she would agree wholeheartedly. There was a phrase she’d heard one time on muggle TV, advertising some charity or other. Behind every statistic is a person. She knew exactly how true that was. Mallan might be a statistic in the numbers killed in this war, but she knew him, was still grieving him. That couldn’t accurately be transferred to a phrase written out of hand in a history book. In India, too, she had seen it – the poverty, the slums. Back in England there were statistics about the numbers killed by lack of clean drinking water, but you couldn’t really comprehend it until you saw the sickly orphans trying to make the best of a bad life.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 13, 2008 12:31:21 GMT -5
Bryan knew very little about the boy he had drawn in the image. He was familiar, yes, but there was where the line was drawn. Bryan did not look too closely into the drawing and the fact the two figures were floating in air. Bryan did not dwell very much over this. For one, it was only a drawing, an unfinished one at that. Two. It was the magical world where Levitation was a common enough spell. Three, Bryan was currently unaware of Caity’s status as a Shadow Warrior or her involvement with the previous Elemental Master of Wind. Four. Bryan was not told the names of the previous Elemental Masters of Wind. He could not very well assume that the boy in the picture was the previous Elemental Master of Wind if he did not know who the last one was or even that this girl was involved in the Shadow Wars. Bryan really did not know very much in regards to all this it seems.
When the girl said his full name, Bryan looked up at her. ”Yes, Kelley is my last name,” he stated before she had moved to start stuttering something about Dee. He did not think his name would garner such a reaction and for the moment the name "Dee” did not register in his mind to mean “D’rorah.” Bryan had the habit of calling people by their full names and not their nicknames, especially if he was introduced to them with their full name. As it was, Bryan would probably continue to call Caity “Caity” and not “Caitlin” because she had introduced herself to him as Caity. The boy had narrowed his eyes slightly at her saying his name and her stuttering. His mind, although not thinking right away of D’rorah was still quick to put two and two together. However, he didn’t say anything in regards to her stuttering.
Instead of dwelling on her recognition of his name, Bryan turned his attention to the words she had spoken in response to his musings. ”Various scenes, some with people, some of battles. It seems like almost anything and not all of it is at night,” he stated, addressing her points. ”Some of it seems from before I was born, so I doubt I’m remembering stuff,” he stated with a small smile as he looked at her. Looking at her once more and actually looking, she started to ring some sort of bells in his memory, or rather D’rorah’s memories. It did not take Bryan long to connect the two. Shadow Warrior he thought almost unconsciously. Bryan was still not used to having someone else’s memories on hand and usually he did not think very much into them or what had happened to the Shadow Warrior of Wind in her life. There was much information there for him to digest and most of it came floating up in to his mind at weird intervals. He did not know everything D’rorah knew, he just remembered parts of her life almost like she would, or so he assumed.
Bryan was loathed to turn back to the subject of D’rorah and his knew status as her Elemental Master. However, he had a feeling it would come up again. He didn’t know what to expect from Caity. He had only met one other Lightfighter, to his knowledge, at the moment and that was Zane. That meeting had been pleasant enough, up until the point he had threatened Bryan, but the Gryffindor wasn’t one to hold grudges in the face of someone who was walking on the side of caution. Bryan saw little other reason for Zane to call him out unless he was seeing to which side Bryan was situated since he had sparked the other boy’s suspicion. Maybe he was naïve, but Bryan did not judge Zane based on the memories of others. As those were memories and not the present. People changed over time. One could not be certain if such thoughts still held true to that day or not. It was better for him to make his own conclusion based on his own dealings with the Slytherin than to rely on what others said.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 23, 2008 10:07:39 GMT -5
((Oh yeah, levitation... *cough* Ah well, Caity forgot about it as well when she was thinking And sorry it’s short, and took so long to get out)) As Bryan confirmed that his last name was ‘Kelley’, Caity expected him to reply in some way to her comment about Dee, but he said nothing on the matter. Surely... if he was Bryan Kelley, D’rorah’s Elemental Master, and she had just revealed herself as having at least some knowledge concerning his Shadow Warrior, he would say something about it, make some indication that he understood her. But maybe there was more than one Bryan Kelley at Hogwarts, however unlikely it might seem. But maybe he was just being cautious – after all, she should have more tact than to come out with something like that in the middle of an open corridor, even if it was a little less crowded now than it had been when she had first come across the Gryffindor. The idea that he might be being quite so cautious annoyed her a little, but she wasn’t really sure why. She’d only just met him, why should she dislike him so quickly when he hadn’t done anything wrong? Was it just that she was in a bad mood, as she often was nowadays, or that he kept reminding her of Mallan? In fact, now she thought about it, he was extremely similar to the other boy. Elemental Master of Wind, 6th year wizard, a Gryffindor, an artist... ”Various scenes, some with people, some of battles. It seems like almost anything and not all of it is at night. Some of it seems from before I was born, so I doubt I’m remembering stuff.” Bounced violently out of her yet again wandering thoughts by his words, Caity thought for a moment about what he’d said. “So, if you haven’t seen any of these things... but you’re still drawing them... it sounds kinda like you can...um, see things, from the past. Like Seers,” she pointed out, relating to the divinatory skills she was more familiar with. Really, that didn’t actually sound too unreasonable. They were in a magical world, after all. People could see into the future, so why not the past?
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 23, 2008 16:06:09 GMT -5
Bryan had never been given cause to think deeply into these urges to draw. The images he drew usually held no meaning to anyone around him, or even himself. There were times when he assumed he had drawn something from the past, figuring perhaps it had come from something he read, never putting much stock into the idea of it. So Bryan was ignorant of his skill, that it manifested itself in all three times -- past, present, and future -- but then it was often times hard to tell when the image had taken place. One could only use what was drawn to even begin to understand what was going on in the piece. Bryan was certainly no help in this. He didn't remember what he had been drawing, but knew only what the other person. It was as if he was the medium that the imaged passed through.
So it with an arched brow that Bryan looked at Caity when she compared his statement to that of seers. "I would hardly called these drawings visions, especially when I don't even remember them," he stated with a note of disbelief. Bryan just did not want to believe that a previously normal aspect of his life was going to take on a bizarre take too. He had already found himself drawn into a war, did his drawing now have to hold more meaning than he imagined?
His mind was drawn back to his second meeting with D'rorah when his artistic block and confirmed to the older Ravenclaw that he was indeed the Elemental Master of Wind. Perhaps then his artistic visions were coming through, but then that had been different than when he was drawing the image now in Caity's pocket. The world was just becoming more weird by the minute. It seemed that the one thing he thought normal was no longer such. It would not keep him from drawing, no, but it seemed to point out that his life was no longer the background shadow he thought it was in the world.
It seemed he was now being forced to step out of the background and join in things. Bryan had always been content to sit on the side lines and watch, never getting involved unless he had to. Yet now it seemed like having to was now the only choice. "Maybe D'rorah will know something," he then muttered to himself when his thoughts came to a dead end.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jul 25, 2008 10:38:16 GMT -5
Caity wasn’t really one for volunteering information or suggestions when she thought she might be shot down, and when she actually was shot down it made her even more withdrawn and shy about answering – that was her main problem while in class. So Bryan’s response to her spoken-aloud thoughts, and the tone he used to say it in, was probably not the best reaction she could have received from him.
"I would hardly called these drawings visions, especially when I don't even remember them."
The disbelief hurt a little – she’d just been making a suggestion, after all, and he couldn’t come up with any better solution for how he’d been able to draw herself and Mallan, supposedly without spying. The idea that he might just be making up all the other drawings which he hadn’t witnessed occurred to her – that he might just be trying to distract her from the fact that he had actually been spying, but hadn’t counted on being caught. It was really very stupid, to draw something you’d been spying on in an open corridor, she thought again.
She shrugged awkwardly, self-consciously and drew a little further into herself, not as willing to suggest anything out of the ordinary that might get shot down immediately, as had just happened. “Then maybe it’s just normal drawings,” she finally came up with, a slightly harsh note to her voice as she spoke. He was annoying her, and the fact that she didn’t understand why he was annoying her was making it worse. “Something’s gotta be normal in this crazy world,” she added bitterly, more for herself than Bryan.
"Maybe D'rorah will know something," he said quietly, and she barely heard him. But it confirmed her suspicions from earlier. What was he doing, pretending not to know Dee and ignoring her passing comment, and then mentioning her again? She didn’t think that maybe he wasn’t familiar with the nickname.
“You do know Dee,” she accused, a small flash of annoyance showing in her voice. She did have enough tact to keep her voice low so it would be difficult for anyone who did happen to pass to make out what the subject matter was.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 26, 2008 19:26:22 GMT -5
Bryan sighed quietly. He was barely aware that the girl next to him was growing annoyed with him. However, the entire meeting had held a note around that so perhaps he wasn't really noticing anything new. It was hard to tell as the Hufflepuff shrunk back into a shell, a mask over her features, hiding her true thoughts and feelings. Bryan looked at her when she stated that they could be normal drawings in a softer tone. He blinked slightly. He ran a hand through his hair in a slight frustrated fashion. "I don't know," he stated quietly. "Your guess is really as good as mine at this point," he stated, conceding that she could be right. "It could be some sort of seer ability or maybe just a bunch of coincidences..." he trailed off shaking his head, mumbling, "just my luck."
At the annoyance in her tone after his last mutterance about D'rorah, Bryan couldn't help but looked at her slightly confused. "Dee?" he question, "Is that a nickname for D'rorah?" he asked. It was the only logical conclusion he could make and it was probably not a very stupid one at that. He would be a bit stupid to not make that connection after she called him out on it. "Sorry, she told me her name was D'rorah and I never heard anyone refer to her as 'Dee' until now," he stated sincerely.
"So, yes, I know her," he then stated with a weak shrug of his shoulders. He had no idea where all this was going. He did not know how Caity was currently viewing him. He didn't know if she liked him or disliked him. She had seemed to close off some of the tell tale signs in the expression that he was used to picking up on. Instead, he was only continuing to note the lines of annoyance around her mouth and eyes. This probably didn't board well for him and meetings with her in the future. However, Bryan probably would not know for sometime that her annoyance with him would stem from something he had no control over, but rather simply he had replaced someone she had loved.
He could not help any of that, or even the few similarities that he held with the previous Elemental Master of Wing. However, hopefully that their house, year, and artistic skill was where their similarities ended. As Bryan would be worried if the boy came from a large wizard family on one side and a small muggle one, or even if their personalities were similar. If that were to happen perhaps it was time to wonder at those similarities. They probably continued a long the lines of the coincidences he had been drawing scenes from actual real life.
"Sorry, I'm still new to all this so I don't know what to think or say half the time," he then stated quietly, looking down at his sketchbook for a few moments before looking back at Caity. He had never been one for crowds or socializing but keeping to himself. Now he was meeting more and more people.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Aug 9, 2008 20:15:07 GMT -5
Knowing full well she was starting to get irritable, for reasons that Bryan couldn’t do anything about, Caity attempted to calm herself a little. She was usually good-natured, but the stress of late had taken its toll. Bryan was not the first person to be suddenly facing a hard shoulder in the middle of a conversation. Hopefully her friendliness and general outlook would improve as she slowly recovered.
Hearing him acknowledge that a seer-like ability was possible, she shrugged again. She was hardly the best person to go to if you wanted as many suggestions as possible on a matter. She would usually give one or two ideas that seemed the most likely to her, and if those were rejected offhand – as had just happened – she would clam up, not wanting to be thought badly of by making seemingly implausible or stupid suggestions. Only those who understood her personality particularly well (and there were very few, if any who knew her so well at Hogwarts) could work out how exactly to manoeuvre around her shyness and insecurity. Since Bryan had only just met Caitlin, perceptive as he might be, it was again hardly his fault for reacting in the worst way possible.
All this flashing through her mind in a few seconds, Cait forced her brain to keep thinking, to come up with another possibility. Guilt at how she’d been acting towards him was clashing with the dislike and annoyance she felt so guilty about.
“Maybe it’s not you, then, if it seems so unlikely.” She just about managed to keep any negativity from that last phrase. “Perhaps, I dunno, someone’s enchanted the paper? Or your pencils? So they can only depict real events...” To her, it seemed even less likely than the idea of a divinatory power. Divinatory... “Are you taking Divination?” she asked suddenly. “Apparently there’s a new professor,” – which means I should really start turning up to those classes – “maybe she could work it out. If there is anything to work out,” she added.
"Dee? Is that a nickname for D'rorah? Sorry, she told me her name was D'rorah and I never heard anyone refer to her as 'Dee' until now. So, yes, I know her. Sorry, I'm still new to all this so I don't know what to think or say half the time."
“Yes, D’rorah. Sorry,” she apologised suddenly, and not just for the misunderstanding on Dee’s name. She paused awkwardly, not quite sure what else to say. It was still a public and open corridor, where anyone could be eavesdropping. Any blatant mention of the Shadow Wars would be pure stupidity. But she’d never been good at making subtle references, that he might understand but no one else would. Instead she just stayed quiet, not saying any more on the subject. If Bryan could make those subtleties then he could, but it was probably best that she not try it. But, was he trying to say something with his “new to all this”? New to all what? The school, or as a lightfighter?
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Aug 16, 2008 2:41:48 GMT -5
A smile touched the corner of Brayn's lips as Caitlin made another suggestion over why had drawn something that he had never seen before. It sounded even more unlikely than her first suggestion. However, Bryan did not want to dismiss it outright. He had noticed how she had dropped into a reticence when he had rejected her idea on being a seer. He didn't know if she was always like this, if she was just in a bad mood or what. Despite his sixth years in Hogwarts, Bryan was particularly good at talking with people at times, or rather saying the right time. He was good at reading them correctly but most times he did not know how to progress with the information he had gleaned from his artistic eye.
"Given that my art stuff is rarely far from me, I doubt it," [/color] he stated slowly, knowing he was probably making the same mistake as before but lacked the correct skills to say the right thing, "but anything is possible in the magical world,"[/color] he continued with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Thanks for trying,"[/color] he then stated, giving her a smile. "I guess it's something I'll have to look into now,"[/color] he finished with a small frown. He wasn't really thrilled with the idea that his art may now have more behind it than he had originally thought. He blinked slightly when she asked if he was in Divinations. "Yeah, I am ... don't know why I took it, I guess to see what it really is about ... are you taking it?" he answered her, asking her a question in return. Given that they had been talking about a form of divinations previously it would not be a far off guess that she had only asked because of that and not because she was taking the class as well. He thought briefly what she said about a new Professor in the class. He wasn't sure if it was something he really wanted to bring up to a Professor, especially one he did not know. "Maybe I'll ask her..."[/color] he stated after a moment. The answer wasn't really a commitment to deed, as he was still unsure. When she apologized for the miscommunication about D'rorah's nickname, he looked at her. It seemed she was apologizing for more but Bryan didn't really understand why. "It's alright. I'm equally at fault, I probably should have connected the two names sooner than I did," he stated. Like Caitlin, Bryan wasn't particularly good at the subtleties. There were times when he had moments of genius but they were not particularly common. He felt he should say something more about his position in the Shadow Wars especially after he had finished making the connections that they were both on the same side. Bryan glanced briefly out the window, able to see part of the forbidden forest from their vantage point. "The forest doesn't seem so dangerous now,"[/color] he mused looking at the trees. "Strange how things can be so misleading and dark instead..."[/color] A frown touched the Gryffindor's lips for a moment before he looked back to Caitlin.[/size][/blockquote]
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