You're My Answer?

[Celina Jedynak]

October 13, 2008
4:38pm

Out in the courtyard, Celina sat thinking about everything that had happened within the first few weeks of school and she was unsure of what to make of all of it. There were her friends as always, Connor was a new addition, joining the quidditch team of all things, and above all else her brother seemed to be even more distant than ever. Celina found that she couldn’t really speak or relate to anyone of her friends like she wished she could, and even with Connor, she felt as if he would judge her if she told too much. There were just things that one had to keep to themselves as a pureblood in the world they were all striving in, and everyday she was finding this to be more and more true.

Or maybe it wasn’t just being a pureblood, but one that was constantly being stood up or beaten out by competition that should have never been. She was smarter than most, and did the best in all of her classes that she possibly could. She had only ever missed one class, and when her life could have even been at stake, she still stayed in her place in her History of Magic class. But no one understood why…

If she said it was to become Head Girl the next year, no one would see anything but selfishness. But didn’t she deserve anything? Anything worth speaking about? Anything…wasn’t she worth anything…

Celina’s head dropped for she knew what she wanted, she knew how to accomplish it and yet, if she couldn’t even become a prefect over those whom had just returned or had just transferred to the school, then what chance did she really have at the position of Head Girl? Let alone having anyone in the entire school that actually understood her that wasn’t her brother…

Celina needed companionship of some sort. Someone she felt safe to turn to when she had questions and problems, and yet she knew that that was a lot to ask for. Felicity just didn’t understand fully, Drew… Celina didn’t want to try at this stage in the game, for she figured he would just tell her that everything was not her fault…or something normal. Connor would listen, but Celina was so afraid of chasing him away… she wouldn’t know what to do if Connor wasn’t her friend any more. And yet there was no one else.

The blue dress she wore that day fluttered around her knees as she sat on the fountain, the fall wind blowing gently to where leaves rustled and danced around the where she sat in their orange and red colors. She wished she could be a leaf, for they seemed so free and so lively. It was only sad how oxymoronic that was…a live fall leaf. Her hand went up to the unicorn pendent necklace she had received for her birthday and stroked it involuntary. It had become a habit since she had started wearing it…and a bit of a comfort. She stroked it thinking about what or who she could talk to, but no one came to mind… was there no one left in the entire school that could help her? No one at all?

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[Damian Piper]

October. The month of Hallow's Eve, the time of darkness and despair throughout so many a Muggle-England folklore, the time of witches and magic and other such horrifying fictional tales. It was a pity really, for two reasons. Not only could he not poke fun at muggles by proving it was true, but he couldn't poke fun with the folklores at anyone else here because here they carried no weight. It was actually a question he'd been pondering for several hours now, the entire morning in fact. Just how did you convince someone of magical origin to fear magic...? So far the only option he had managed to conjure was threatening them with the killing curse, but then they weren't fearing magic, they were fearing death and that was too easy to achieve in people. In fact that was as simple as making first years fear his Prefect badge...

This was going to take much more time than that.

The morning had fast turned into noontime and now with it half-past tea he still had nothing. It was infuriating, positively infuriating and with the sun only beginning to set in the west the Slytherin flung open the doors to the courtyard with his soul focus attached to his frustration. He didn't care about the cool air of fall, didn't care who might overhear his musings (it wasn't as if he was plotting anything 'dangerous' after all) and he certainly didn't care about their opinions if he did. His pride was in control and it wanted little to do with much of anyone else - unless of course they were naive enough to have a suggestion for him to test and possibly claim.

Custom light (in both color and comfortable dexterity) emerald green robes conveniently adorned with both the Slytherin crest and his Prefecture piece of pewter shifted lazily in the timid seasonal air. It was a far cry from anything sinister or fearing, but then even Damian wouldn't stand in the English gales. However it was this same timid air that brought up a flash of blue to his corner. Now he was one to ignore people as long as they ignored him, but the moment they crossed his vision, well even then they didn't matter. But this hadn't been a person, this had been an odd patch of color and curiosity was a powerful drive - even for an aristocrat. In fact it was probably more so because he had the ability most people didn't.

He could throw money at its source and watch it squirm with glee.

Green eyes flicked and found themselves only able to spy that same corner of blue. Curiosity had now officially won this battle, he had to turn his head, he had to pay something actual mind now. It was slightly humiliating. Whom he found however once his eyes were better positioned was perhaps slightly more of a disgrace to a minute degree. Celina Jednyak: the declawed puritan kitten. He had nothing against the girl personally. After all her only real fault was her apparent naturally submissive state of mind but she seemed to look more and more lost every time his eyes happened across the young woman. He didn't really care why she was as she was. His sparse past major dealings with her had either been by chance or been purely for her brother's personal gain - and he hadn't cared about then either. He just wished looks weren't so ruddy contagious. It needed to disappear. He had far more imposing things to focus on than someone else's depression.

"You won't turn off your rain cloud by staring at the ground." Damian offered with an untelling expression. "Try feigning happiness, it'll at least make you look like you want someone around."

[Celina Jedynak]

She had heard the footsteps of another, but decided not to look up or bother. Normally, the young Raven was invisible enough as it was, unless of course those whom walked by knew her or needed notes from a class they had missed. Other than that, Celina was pretty much free from stress or worry that anyone would bother stopping by her and speaking with her. It made life somewhat peaceful, but most of the time secluded.

It was the shoes she noticed first. Shined well, and polished off nicely, and then the robes a crisp green color. The robes she knew immediately, for Connor wore the same, and looking up, she could have almost mistaken him for being the Slytherin Prefect in her year. However, as she noticed the way the boy stood, and just the fashion in how he held himself around her, Celina could tell even before her eyes laid upon his face that it was not her friend. Who it was though, startled her and that was before he even spoke.

Try feigning happiness, it'll at least make you look like you want someone around.

Stunned, Celina at first was unsure of what to make this meeting. By chance, purely, and yet he stopped to say something to her. Her hand dropped from stroking the pendent that had actually been given to her by this same young man, and she tilted her head to the side, slightly glaring at him. Who was he to make or even say such things to her? She hadn’t been asking for his opinion on how she looked or anything of the sort. Thinking of it that way, Celina almost let out a bit of a laugh, but instead her mouth turned up into a small smile.

“Why Damian,” Celina started, her tone slightly mocking the boy in an innocent sort of way. He was obviously trying to be rude, for wasn’t that who he was just in general? Why would he be trying to be nice to her or show her any kindness at all? “Are you saying,” she started, needing clarification of what he meant by what he said. “…that if I looked happier, you’d want to accompany me?” Her question was followed by her smile growing just a bit bigger, but more so because she was trying to keep herself from laughing at the prospect of this boy actually wanting to be seen anywhere with any one, let alone her.

“I mean, I just thought men of your stature, reveled in the sufferings of others?” Celina moved over and tapped the place next to her upon the fountain. “There’s still room, all you had to do was ask.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. This guy was a trip… it made Celina wonder how Connor even got along with him as Prefect. She didn’t know if she’d be able to handle it, herself.

[Damian Piper]

"Why Damian, are you saying, that if I looked happier, you’d want to accompany me? I mean, I just thought men of your stature, reveled in the sufferings of others? There’s still room, all you had to do was ask."

Had it been an offer, no, but could one truly succeed in bothering someone if they were already predisposed to being bothered? Again, no, but obvious things never had seemed to stop Celina from thinking things were going her way regardless. Although the mere fact that she had so quickly turned the verbal tables without botching her long winded remark did in some way amaze him. Her brother had thought she had no power; no control, but perhaps he was just looking for the obvious signs of it's existence instead of the subtle ones. Perhaps it was himself who he truly needed to be worried about those things? But no, while the seventh year's words hadn't been an offer for company of any sort; that didn't mean he still couldn't have fun with it now that it was on the table. Because you see, teeth bared or not Damian was confident Celina could only manage to land a puppy-krup's nip when all was said and done.

"Seeing people miserable is only worthwhile if I make them that way. Otherwise, it's nothing more than a distraction. What've you to be miserable over anyway? More better off than half the people here and yet all I can manage to catch of you is a girl cowering behind someone else's agenda."

Alright, in truth she was better off than nearly all of the other people here but he wasn't about to spur an ego trip. She was trying to bite now as was, if she wanted to actually draw blood it would be on her own accord and not a free handout. Besides, she was the only person in this academia who was even remotely close to his upbringing and because if by some unintentional miracle he actually managed one...acquaintance...from this sodden excuse of a school, he would rather it be someone at least worthy of the title.