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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Oct 16, 2007 15:03:07 GMT -5
The yarn strings flowed from her lap to the ground, one from a ball of red, and yellow, and orange. Vibrant colors to hide her emotions of anguish and confusion with all the unanswered questions that only left the school in more rubble than when the Deva had entered. Everything that she had seen and she was still there, yet she didn’t know exactly what to say to her parents. Pepper stood on the back of the armchair in which she sat, hoo-ing softly as she slept.
So, Vanessa Sanderson sat with her yarn and knit away her fears, torments, the nightmares of why no one had done anything until the very end when no one could take it any longer. The end of the invasion was a blur. It had happened to fast for her to remember, and even then, she sat, somewhat brainless, trying to forget that anything had happened. A tear trickled down her cheek.
She needed a friend, but the only people she had really met were a couple of ravens, both in which she hadn’t seen since the whole ordeal. Where were they she wondered? What had come of them? Would she see them in classes? At least one of them were in her grade…or had she imagined that as well. Her needles shook in her hands, and she finally had to put them down and breath. What would happen now?
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Post by seanna on Oct 19, 2007 21:57:06 GMT -5
Seanna had been sitting quietly by the fire in her favorite chair that she had missed sitting in during the invasion. The sixth year wasn't doing anything, wasn't reading anything, in fact, she was just staring at the fire, taking time to go over her own thoughts in her head and figure them out and as always, the gentle crackling of the fire was helping her sort out her thoughts. The fire crackling and the coziness of the common room were just two things she had missed in the time spent without them.
And Seanna had plenty of thoughts going around inside her head. There were thoughts about trying to find a way to stop her panicking, thoughts about giving back her prefect badge and thoughts about just what she was doing here at Hogwarts. Even thoughts about leaving Hogwarts and going back to Italy had been racing through her head but she had debunked that thought, she still had her blond hair and her Mother would absolutely kill her if she went back home to her with the color intact.
Head in hand, Seanna heard some noise near her and her brown eyes scanned the room to see who else was in it. Turning her head around the chair, she spotted someone with different colored strings around her and Seanna vaguely recalled her name. Vanessa someone. Seanna squinted and she could make out that the girl didn't look too good. Not moving from her chair, Seanna pushed herself and ended up sitting on the arm of the chair. "Those are nice colors. The yellow is pretty... " Seanna trailed off, a small smile on her face. Any yellow was pretty where Seanna was concerned. After purple, it was her next favorite color.
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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Oct 21, 2007 17:13:00 GMT -5
"I like them," Vanessa said softly. Looking up bashfully, she noticed one of the Prefects standing before her; Seanna if her memory served her correctly. "I'm making a sweater....I....I...for the snow, I supoose...." and with that, her head went back down into the knitting she was doing. Quickly she whiped where the tear had fallen from before, and tried to laugh it off. Why had everything gone so fuzzy for her during the whole invasion...and why now was she so afraid to sleep? It wasn't as if she could remember what actually happened....or was she just repressing it.
Looking back up at Seanna, she shrugged. "I don't know why...but I feel like I'm missing pieces of my life....like....I don't remember what happened or why....just that it happened, and before I knew it.....people were fighting and I was hiding and I don't understand...." Another tear fell down the young girl's cheek. She shied away again, placing her needles down on her lap. All she wanted to know was what happened....
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Post by seanna on Oct 24, 2007 21:22:49 GMT -5
"It's pretty" Seanna repeated herself, not knowing what else to say. What could she say? There were so many unanswered questions, so many things that did happen that even she didn't understand herself. Yet, it was over and Seanna was now wishing that maybe the takeover could have continued... she could have learned so much more and done so much more, but she hadn't. That was just one more thought to add to the other thoughts in her mind.
"I don't understand, either. Just that, we're safe now and it's all over" Even as she said that, she didn't quite believe it. Seanna didn't believe it really was all over. There was bound to be recuperations from the takeover, bound to be whisperings amongst students on who did what and who saved who and who believed what. Even though Hogwarts was a big school, rumors did travel and it was only matter of time before one found out who you really could trust.
Seanna moved off her chair reluctantly and over to where the girl was. "Do you need any help making your sweater?" Seanna asked, though, she wasn't too sure how she could help. The girl was pretty hopeless when it came to sewing and knitting, she preferred to buy things instead. "We survived, you know?" Seanna quietly added, though she wasn't sure if that was enough. They survived, but it was going to take a whole lot of surviving just being back in the castle itself.
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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Oct 28, 2007 0:52:04 GMT -5
Vanessa knew that she was missing something. She could say it over and over again, out loud, to herself, or to others, and it didn't make much sense. How could one forget a week's span of life? How could one forget so many things that so many others couldn't stop but talk about? Surely, she had been praked by the whole school. This couldn't be a joke...could it? No, she wouldn't believe such nonesense. "I...I....I just don't..." she didn't remember, and as she looked back at her knitting needles, she started to knit faster, trying to call her attention to something. Her idle hands needed to move. They needed to do something to keep her mind away from her anxieties.
"Help?" Vanessa said, not looking away from her needles, unaware at how rude she could have been seen at that moment. "Do you know how to knit?" Finally, her stare broke away from the yarn creation and she looked at her Prefect. A small smile started to appear on Vanessa's face. Someone else who knew how to knit? That would be amazing! And then Seanna ruined what smile was forming, and Vanessa looked down into her lap, putting her knitting there as well.
"Survived, what?" Vanessa asked, only knowing she'd hear the same story of what happened....and still not be able to believe a single word of it.
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Post by seanna on Oct 28, 2007 3:08:19 GMT -5
Seanna looked at the girl closely. Something was wrong if Vanessa didn't remember what had happened, when it wasn't that long ago. Then again, if you didn't want to remember something, sometimes it was just easier to forget that that something never happened. "We survived, you know, the Deva taking over the school and everything. We're still here... " "barely" Seanna finished off in her thoughts, thinking that was the correct term for how she was feeling since they had been let back in the school.
"No, I don't know how to knit. I'm the worst when it comes to those sort of things" Again, she was thinking it was much easier to buy things instead of knitting or sewing them. There was also the fact that she had basically grew up with her Mother and Father and a Professor, and since her Mother and Father were always so busy, she had never seen people knit much until she got to Hogwarts. "I could stretch the yarn to you or something" Seanna offered, trying to think of a way to help Vanessa and maybe take her mind of what had happened.
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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Nov 23, 2007 17:43:19 GMT -5
Vanessa shook her head as she continued knitting, wiping the tears from her eyes. She was so frustrated! If something like that had happened, wouldn't she remember? Why wouldn't she? Maybe she should go and see the nurse...but then Vanessa stopped knitting and situated herself so that Seanna could help her.
Vanessa smiled though at her Prefect as she helped hold the strings so that one wouldn't tangle with the other. "If you want to learn sometime...I could show you. I'm not sure of how well I could teach, but maybe..." Vanessa shook her head. Maybe she'd strive to teach when she got older. But that was too funny of a thought, and Vanessa started to giggle to herself.
"Do you like being prefect?" Vanessa said to Seanna out of no where, just trying to make conversation with her.
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