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Post by Felicity Hjort on Dec 3, 2008 0:44:17 GMT -5
Fumes were still flowing from the blonde's ears as she waited for Connor to say something, anything. Every movement he made was caught by light brown eyes, wondering exactly what it was he thought. Did he enjoy that awful girl's company? They were both Slytherins, so maybe they were friends and it was a mistake to pit one against the other, though that wasn't really what Felicity was trying to do; more so just wanting to let out the build up of frustrations. Just why did anyone need to be quite so rude? And to say such things? The girl had no right to make any assumptions, to not even bother with asking what kind of a promise she'd made that couldn't be broken. Every thought was making the Gryffindor bubble over in anger.
"Absolutely nothing!" Felicity nearly shouted, just catching herself an octave below. And although the girl could very well have gotten Felicity in any sort of trouble, she hadn't bothered. A question, a statement, and Felicity couldn't stop thinking about how angry that girl made her. Nothing crossed her mind about how Connor asked his question, as he'd always had his own way about him, and she'd never minded once. Well, except when she had thought he and Celina were a bit smitten with one another, though both were too shy to do anything, however, with her bestie's new change, things seemed to be different to an observant eye between the two. "I had to send a letter to Drew. He wrote me earlier and I hadn't had time with lessons and helping Davenport, and then dinner and homework, too. And I know he'd be sorely disappointed if I didn't do all of that first before getting his letter to him, even if it's been done most of the day."
It was a part of their plan, she needed to finish school so she could go to Kenya, so they could spend the next two years visiting one another while he finished training, so they could finally be together always.
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Derrick Breckenridge
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 3, 2008 20:54:56 GMT -5
Derrick didn't know what to think because at the moment that girl was impossible to read. Her face and body language was a jumble and mixture of emotion that to be honest was quite beyond him. Maybe it was his limited reaction with girls or maybe it was because it was late but for the life of him he could not tell what mood Delilah was in at the moment. At this moment though Derrick just hoped it was a merciful one. Just as he thought this though she kind of dismissed what he had done as no big deal as if it was okay. Just as she had done that though her face went back to the same mixture of emotions it had contained before.
Derrick sighed not knowing what to do or what to say for that matter. He didn't want to make the situation worse by speaking but he highly doubt his best course of action would be to just remain standing there like some dumb oaf or bolt down the hall and hope that she wouldn't pursue him to punish him for being out at this hour in the castle. Either way it seemed to be a lose lost situation for him the more he thought about it and in the end Derrick would have to speak up for himself. Whether it be in defense of his actions or just some sort of casual conversation to break the tension he wasn't to sure. He thought it best though to figure out at the moment where he stood exactly in her book when it came down to any possible punishment for himself.
"So am I in any kind of trouble or I mean...well I don't know what I mean but I think you get the general gist of what I'm trying to say here."
Derrick felt like smacking himself in the head. Christ he sounded so lax and furthermore stupid. Deep down he didn't care what she or anyone thought of him when he spoke but he just wished in this case he had managed to sound some what intelligent after all at the moment he was hoping to avoid punishment from the Head Girl. Derrick couldn't comprehend the big deal with being out after a certain time anyway. What could possibly happen in the castle at this time of night. Maybe if they had trolls roam the hallway or some sort of magical creature as defensive measures for whatever reason Derrick could understand not being out but that wasn't the case. If people were stealing or jumping others that could be understood to but the stealing would take place in the common room and to jump someone you would have to actually worry about there being other students in the hall. All Derrick wanted to do was play his guitar was that so terrible. Realizing how lost in his thoughts he was Derrick glanced up and gave a somewhat sheepish smile and hoped that she would not punish him in any manner.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Dec 3, 2008 22:37:57 GMT -5
Delilah stood there awkwardly, then shook her head and placed a frustrated hand near her face, sighing a breath of, was it anger? Maybe sadness, she didn't know, and the posture she had taken on, one that was slumped and uncertain, mirrored how she felt to a tee. Delilah finally forced herself to pull her arms down to her side, and look more authoritive. She raised an eyebrow as he asked if he was in trouble or not, and she grinned, her emotions really were getting to her. She probably looked like a crazy person by now.
"Well, I didn't catch you harassing anyone or anything, and I'm not sure where you're headed..." She said, trying to go through the list of non-existant rules she had to follow as Head Girl. "But ten points from Hufflepuff will have to be removed for your being out late..." She said, not in a harsh tone, but in a tone that said she wasn't going to be stepped all over on... Hadn't that already happened tonight any how? "Unless you'd like a detention as well?" She asked with a smirk, now that she had all her emotions uncontrol, she'd cry once back in her room, with no one around. Seems as though she'd been right about people all along... They were untrustworthy.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Dec 6, 2008 13:35:13 GMT -5
Connor crossed his arms over his chest and casually leaned against the wall, his hazel eyes alternating between looking at Felicity and shying from her gaze. He had never seen her look so angry before. Well, they had been once in fifth year the whole situation with Professor Griffiths, but other than that he couldn't think of any other time he'd seen the Lioness so upset. ' Absolutely nothing! ' Connor wanted to ask her why she was angry then, but he didn't have to ask the question for Felicity to readily supple an answer for him.
He listened to her explanation and decided that it sounded logical... She needed to write a letter to Drew and this was the only time she could. He nodded slightly to show that he understood, although he couldn't put together how Delilah fit into the equation. Maybe she had given his Lion friend some trouble for being out so late? He didn't know, but he figured that Felicity might want to head back to the Gryffindor commons. " Hey, Felicity? " He asked tentatively, not wanting to test the girl's emotions.
" Why don't I walk you back to the Gryffindor common room? " The way she had been walking was in the opposite direction of the Lion's den, so Connor was wondering where she had been headed after her altercation with Delilah.
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 8, 2008 16:04:29 GMT -5
"I'm not really aiming for a detention to be honest that wasn't really my main intention of being out tonight."
Derrick felt like rolling her eyes at her so called punishment. House points didn't mean to much for him seeing as he would most likely earn them back the next day in less then a few minutes. Derrick noticed though that the small girl seemed to be dealing with some kind of internal struggle. Her eyes told the tale that her lips and the rest of her body fought not to tell. Shaking his head he couldn't help but wonder if this was how he appeared when he was mad or furthermore annoyed by anyone that rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't know and didn't intend to know at the moment. Regardless of it all though Derrick felt that he would do something very uncharacteristic at the moment. She had before poked and prodded in on his study time for her amusement so Derrick guessed he could call this repaying the favor. Now he would poke and prod but this time on a whole different level which was for the most part because he couldn't help but ask what was wrong even though it was no where near his place to do so. Especially in this circumstance.
"Are you okay? I mean you seem a bit shaken is it because of me or is something wrong?"
He was out of place asking those questions he knew but he didn't care. Derrick had a strong feeling that she wasn't about to let him stroll up to one of the towers and just play his guitar as he wished so why not just ask what was troubling the girl. Had it been him? Derrick wasn't exactly the tiniest fellow but doubted he carried enough weight to mess with anyones state of mind and this made him highly doubt he was the reason the girl seemed a little off kilter at the moment but how was he to know it wasn't him. If it wasn't him though what was it that seemed to shake the girl so much; Derrick in this situation couldn't help but be a bit curious about it after all his interaction with such things was uncommon and not something he had fully acclimated himself to yet. Was he out of place asking Delilah if she was okay or was it totally acceptable that he did so? Derrick shook this off and knew that his social graces were less then acceptable but decided that overall he had done the right thing.....or so he hoped.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Dec 8, 2008 20:30:21 GMT -5
Delilah knew that house points weren't anything big, but she had a job to keep up, and she wasn't ready to hand out a huge punishment who hadn't done anything to deserve it. The small girl had eyes that ratted her own emotions out, depsite her efforts of keeping said emotions in. She absolutely hated it, no matter what, if people could read others, she'd be read like a book, and seeing as Derrick read books often, he'd probably have no problem reading her.
As the younger Huffie decided to step up and ask her if she was ok, she couldn't help but show a little more emotion. She bit her lip to keep more tears from spilling, and literally crumpled the letter in her hand until it was more than paper thin. She looked down, hating that she was feeling so weak... And had nothing to take it out on. Usually when frustrated she just cried, but seeing as she was in public, she was only getting a headache trying to keep so much in.
"No... n-no you didn't do an-anything..." She stammered, keeping her eyes on the ground as the boy stared at her. Yet again, she felt like the smallest person on the planet, and that wouldn't be the biggest understatement of the year: she was small. She tried so hard to be nice, and only to be slapped in the face from it, one tended to stop being so nice. Yet, why was Derrick, someone she had pretty much punished, trying to help her? Or was he just trying to soften his own blow?
Delilah bit her lip harder and took a deep breath, finally looking up, tears flooding her eyes. Did young adults usually get shook up by their father being in the hospital? By a rude woman who was totally out of place? By a young man, probably heading somewhere to escape, as she was? "I just want to escape..." She said suddenly, voicing her thoughts. Delilah was both surprised at herself, and embarassed, as she glanced at the nearby wall, taking in the detail of the brick, trying to forget what was currently happening... Why couldn't she just cry? Oh right, pride.
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Watch Me Spin Circles As I Disappear.[on:Violently drifting][of:Drifting softly]
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 9, 2008 9:32:13 GMT -5
Derrick felt overwhelmed to say the least and like his father before him he couldn't help but think something that the man had said before he died. Frankly dear I'm not equipped to deal with this ****. It wasn't' a negative thing just a honest assessment of what was going on. It was what his father had said so many times when he was a child and it wasn't because the man hadn't loved Derrick but more along the lines of he just didn't know what to do. It was something his father had said jokingly when it came to things like changing diapers or This was the case for Derrick also in this particular situation but it wasn't a joke it was more just him being honest about the ordeal. As was he had little to no experience or interaction with people let alone girls and as he stood she was falling apart in front of him. Highly doubting that anything he could think of that he had told himself over the past year would help her at all Derrick just sort of stood there. But then she muttered the words that Derrick had thought and lived out for so many years of his life.
"If you want you can cry I won't tell anyone."
Derrick had no idea why he said what he had or why he was even attempting to feel for Delilah but whatever the reason he did. Maybe this was his problem and why he had avoided people in previous years. It was something he didn't exactly admit to and preferred to think that it was other people who were avoiding him but it was the truth in some cases. Derrick didn't know how to deal with emotions other then his own and in most cases he just let them out. Granted that was because in most cases no one bothered to notice or recognized that this was what he was doing. Maybe that's why he had been so sly and unnoticeable because half of it was that he wanted to be. Sighing at himself Derrick wanted to pull out Francesca and just play but knew that this wouldn't be appropriate at all at the moment. When was he going to get up to the tower though? Was he even going to get there at this point or was this all just a lost cause for him? Either way Derrick knew that for the most part that at least he was here and not stuck in the common room with no one to talk to. Granted this wasn't an ideal situation for him to be in but at least he wasn't alone.
Derrick wanted to say something more but didn't know what to say. What could he say though? Looking at the smaller girl he wondered if this is what would happen to him when he got older. Would his emotions have full reign over his body and its actions? It wasn't something he hoped for but understood that it could happen. Wasn't that how he was with his parents death though? It was only one instance though one small moment of weakness and vulnerability. Scratching the back of his head Derrick looked at the girl and spoke softly trying not to sound arrogant or dismissive of her plight.
"Look whatever it is, it just get it out now. I mean in the long run no matter how big or small it was it's better that you don't let it dwell or have any power over you. Maybe you'll realize that it was nothing to get worked up over anyway, regardless though don't bother bottling it up and even waiting to get back to your room just find somewhere if you want privacy and get it out. It's better that way trust me."
Looking down Derrick realized it was what he had tried to do. He held it in with every power of his being during the first few days. It had been some odd twisted goal of his to just make it past the funeral and just let it all out on the car ride back or when he found a room to himself. It was worse though and it had left him drained. For whatever reason Derrick doubted Delilah's issue was anywhere near his level but wasn't about to question her on this. If anything at the moment Derrick wanted to move from where he was plastered to the ground. The whole ordeal seemed to have paralyzed him where he stood though and with no idea what to do he stood there not doing much besides looking stupid.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Dec 9, 2008 20:21:55 GMT -5
Delilah wiped at her eyes gingerly, smiling up at Derrick. He was definetly right. Sure, things would get her down now and then, but there wasn't a reason why she had to stay sad from now on. The small girl nodded and looked into his eyes now, sensing that he was thinking something too, and what that was she wasn't sure. The dark black amulet she usually wore, suddenly felt hot against her chest. She lifted it for a moment... It had changed to a brilliant white... There was something that Derrick wasn't telling her, and what that was, she didn't know.
Delilah let the necklace fall back into place, and now stuck her letter back into her pocket like she should have done in the first place. "Derrick..." She said, not sure where she was going, but she didn't want to let things lie, "thank you..." She finally settled on, letting sincerity wash over her words, because she meant them, and was never really good with expressing herself fully anyways. She'd always seen Derrick as quiet and resevered, but it seemed to her that he had a heart for people, and she liked that about him. "Sounds like you've had some experience in this area..." She said, not letting out her emotions now, because they weren't as strong anymore.
The snakess sighed, and dropped to the ground, sitting cross legged upon the floor, tired of sitting... Actually, just tired in general. Delilah smiled and looked up at Derrick, "Care to join?" She asked in a friendly tone. Odd, how she was trying to show authority, and was now just being who she really was. Delilah sighed again, the floor wasn't as comfy as she thought, so she stood back up, trying not to feel stupid, but Derrick seemed glued to the floor, and so this left her time to get back up again without causing too much of a fuss. "Maybe I'll just go back to my room..." She said more to herself, her eyes wandering off in the direction she came. She'd have to cross paths with that bloody blonde girl again... Maybe going back tonight wasn't a good idea. She remembered that Derrick was near by though, and shot a shy grin at him, "You know... to write." She said, referring to the journal she owned. Whether or not he would catch on to that or not, she wasn't sure, but her mind was still a bit jumbled, she just needed to calm down.
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Derrick Breckenridge
Hufflepuff
Third Year
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Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 14, 2008 18:53:07 GMT -5
She seemed to calm herself with the help of what Derrick had put forth or at least that is what her face seemed to tell Derrick at that moment. He was filled with a bit of joy that he had actually been able to help someone. After all how many times could he claim to do anything of that nature before? The answer to this was obviously none as he knew full well that before this the only form of advice he had ever given anyone was trivial. Usually something like whether or not to wear a certain shirt or if they needed new drapes in the living room but never anything of this magnitude. It made him feel important even a bit useful to someone other then himself. Granted most people wouldn't be this enthused about such a thing but for Derrick it was just reassuring to know that he could actually do something of some importance past his guitar and his studies because before now there hadn't really been much else for him to be proud of or brag about. Then of course he wouldn't brag about this or anything else for that matter; Derrick Breckenridge was by no means a bragger on any level.
Derrick’s expression changed quickly though after she thanked him because the last bit of her sentence hit a little too close to home for him. He felt his emotions stir inside but bite his tongue on the manner. Experience, yeah that was the word for it after all what else would you call having dead parents. He hated this, how on he was on a hair trigger about the subject and any reference made to it. It wasn’t something he was proud of or even something he dwelled on but it seemed whenever he let his mind wander or heard thing said a certain way his mind immediately focused in on it with all it had. It was defiantly not something he enjoyed and for that matter who would enjoy taking a stroll down memory lane to your parent’s death. Was this even normal? Derrick deeply wished that it was but highly doubted that this was really the case. He just wanted some sign or idea that he wasn't crazy or mentally disturbed because he thought about his dead parents in his spare time. Well not necessarily his spare time just when certain situations arised that would cause him to think of such things.
Derrick brushed this aside quickly though and watched as the girl seemed to struggle to make up her mind on what exactly she was going to do next. Derrick didn’t want to stick around for this and was about to head in the opposite direction but then she spoke. Sighing Derrick couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated with trying to understand the head girl. Everything she said seemed to contradict itself with her actions and the hesitation before speaking just gave Derrick the idea that she had little to no idea what she was going to do. The last bit though he didn't know what she meant exactly and wasn't to positive how to take it. Maybe she had a journal or something of that sort but that was something that Derrick knew nothing about because he didn't trust to write such things down. What if someone found it and god forbid read the thing? Those were the kind of thoughts and worries Derrick had about such things and knew that being to careful wasn't a bad thing. Maybe she was going to study though Derrick doubted such a thing this early in the year. For whatever reason though he was stuck on what to say at that exact moment after all he didn't know what she was talking about. He knew that his best bet was to be vague with his answer or at least attempt to be.
"Yeah I guess so."
Derrick now was somewhat torn on what to do. Should he head up to the towers or did she expect him to go back to the common room? Would she follow him to see what he was up to or actually go to back to her common room and "write" as she said she was going to? Derrick stood and waited for her to make the first move because at the moment he wasn't all that sure on what to do.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Dec 16, 2008 22:27:11 GMT -5
Connor's voice always had a rather soothing note to it, she didn't know why, but there was just something about the way he spoke that made her feel better. Odd? Maybe, but she couldn't quite explain it any other way herself. Even in their very first encounter in History of Magic when Celina had been upset with him and he had been with her as well his voice had had a very soothing side to it, which had made the girl giggle instantly at hearing the two go at each other for a moment. But his voice wasn't about to let her forget about her anger at the other Slytherin. Whatever was her problem, she didn't rightly know, but it was bugging the lioness.
When he called to her attention, she listened aptly, and was grateful for his suggestion. Walking the way she was was certainly going to take her a bit of time to return to the den and running into another figure head wouldn't be the best of options at this point in time, and Connor could certainly vouch for her by saying she was returning where she belonged right then and there.
"All right," was her soft answer. "But it's going to take time because of the way I'm going." Actually, quite a bit of time unless he knew another path she didn't because the way she was going led her down to the third corridor on the opposite end of where she needed to be for a speedy return to her common room.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Dec 25, 2008 14:04:16 GMT -5
It would seem that Delilah was regaining herself slowly, whether it was thanks to Derrick or not, she wasn't sure, but she was pretty certain that had he not shown up, tonight, and probably a few nights after this, she'd be totally bitter, and not a bit like the girl she was proud to be: happy go lucky, and nice to everyone. Something that people didn't expect from a Slytherin. She had a heart of gold, it just took a while to really get a good look at it.
Delilah's eyes drifted towards Derricks face, and she saw something change in them. It was a subtle change, but it was there none the less. He was thinking about something, of what she wasn't sure, but it triggered something. "Are you alright?" She asked softly, knowing that most of the time people didn't share a thing when she first met them, but she thought that perhaps this would be a different occasion, and really it was no loss to her if he didn't share anything with her at this point in time. She wasn't about to get bitter again, no, she was determined to have a decent night now.
Delilah chuckled softly at Derricks reply, obviously she was making a great impression... Perhaps now would be a good time to make her exit before he thought of her as a loon. "Well, have a good night..." She said finally, standing up a little straigher, dusting herself off, and walking past him, a new air of calmness over her. She wasn't sure where it came from, but she was a bit positive that it was from Derrick. The brunette stopped and turned her head to look at him once more, "And thanks..." She said, offering a smile, as she turned her head and walked away. Perhaps it wasn't the best way to meet someone, but life was unpredictable... Hopefully, Derrick wasn't judgemental... then again, everyone seems to have their prejudices.
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