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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 30, 2007 19:47:51 GMT -5
Walking down the street toward the Leaky Cauldron, Alfonz barely said a word. Book in hand, he was lost in his own thoughts about his sister and what he should eventually write to her in the next owl he sent to her. He couldn't believe how worried he had become for her safety, but at the same time, he didn't need her mixing herself with any of the lazy members of the wizarding society. She was her own person, and therefore, he would not allow her to be supporting another off of what she made for herself.
He looked around, noticing the scenes. For a Friday night, Diagon Alley was pretty slow. The only thing half way active, seemed to be the lit up pub about ten yards in front of him. "It's pretty dead," he commented looking around as if expecting to see someone...anyone he knew, other than Shay whom he had just left the bookstore with.
As he walked up to the entrance, Alfonz yet again held the door for the young lady, and restated his whole 'After you' bit. He really was working hard at being polite and it took a lot more out of him then just ignoring others as he usually had. Maybe his mother's speech was getting to him too. Why the Jedynak siblings had to become more social creatures was beyond him, but their mother seemed to feel that if they were not, something would happen and they'd be left with no one. Mothers, Alfonz shook his head slightly.
(Shay/Open)
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Shay M. Loire
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Apr 30, 2007 20:09:37 GMT -5
"Thank you," Shay said, stepping into the establishment and readily looked around for a place to sit. She had given it some thought between Flourish and the Cauldron, and it seemed to quell her temper. Perhaps she didn't fully understand how to take care of a sibling like he must have. The close she ever did was in Gryffindor, where everyone was treated like a brother and sister and each had a responsibility to being there for each other. And not even having a half sister helped it, as she was too young and Shay barely talked to her now that she was thousands of miles away.
She looked to Alfonz, unsure of what he preferred. Anything would be fine with her at this point. "Booth or stool?"
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 30, 2007 20:18:19 GMT -5
"For the type of conversation, I would suggest a booth." Who wanted someone's two sense when it came to matters they had nothing to do with? Yes, it was preferably better to sit somewhat secluded away from those of wandering ears.
Noticing a quiet booth in the corner, Alfonz pointed toward it and said, "If you'd like, I can go up and get our drinks while you can grab the booth in the corner." He didn't mean it to sound as orderly as it probably had. Old habits were pretty hard to break. "What would you like to drink?" he asked her quickly before leaving for the bar. All he needed to do was look like a fool in front of the girl. Not that he cared...it was the principle of the thing. He smiled as nicely as he could muster; he was glad his mother, or Celina for that matter was not there. He could already hear them telling him how proud they were of him. He scoffed at himself, trying not to show it on his face in front of Shay.
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Shay M. Loire
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 2, 2007 16:38:08 GMT -5
"Butterbeer," Shay responded. She never had too much of an interest in alcohol, especially when she knew it ran in her family to have a few alcoholics. She didn't regard his "demand" as she should have, but she saw it more as a suggestion that made sense to her.
Slipping behind the table, she sighed as she settled in comfortably, not aware that she had actually been exhausted. The day had been spent with her standing most of the time, and it never occurred to her that she spent little time actually sitting. In fact, she was sure she would want to stand up again because it was often easy to see how uncomfortable was in one place.
Ah, but for now she rested her soul there, as her hand propped up her head and the cascade of brown hair fell from all sides in the same position of relaxation. She wasn't sure how much she would be able to go through their discussion without sleeping.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 2, 2007 21:56:50 GMT -5
Butterbear? He said to himself as he nodded at Shay and walked up to the bar. While he was standing at the bar, he yet again questioned her drink choice. The more that Alfonz got to know about Shay, be it the little he had, she reminded him more of Celina. It was probably just because he had not spoken to her in so long where he was looking for it in other people. He rubbed his eyes with one hand as he waved down the bartender with the other.
"Firewhiskey, and a Butterbear."
Looking back at the booth in where the girl sit, he noticed that if he was any longer she'd be sleeping on him before he knew it. That wasn't exactly the plan, but maybe if he thought about it for a few minutes he could come up with an idea on either how to keep her awake for the time being, or at least keep in contact with the girl. Not only had he found her interesting to talk to, because she was like his sister in a way, but also because she had insights on things Alfonz did not. Roughly, the female world. Alfonz had never had a female associate before. He had never needed one. However, as his sister grew older, and they talked less, he found it harder to keep tabs on her to find out how she was doing, and what choices she was making. After all, he was her keeper after all.
After aquiring the drinks and getting to the booth, Alfonz gently set the drinks down and glided his way into the seat across from Shay. "Tired?" he said, raising one eyebrow.
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Shay M. Loire
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 4, 2007 15:55:47 GMT -5
"Not at all," replied Shay sarcastically. Despite her internal efforts at sitting upright, she only scooted her elbow more so that she was able to see him fully instead of the bar. She thanked him for the butterbeer, and took small sips as she could. "I'll try not to die during our discussion," she remarked sullenly. "It's not a promise, though."
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 4, 2007 19:19:26 GMT -5
Alfonz watched as the girl tried to make it so she could see him. He smirked thinking that it was quaint the way she held her head on her hand.
He shook the thought from his mind. "Well, I'm sure we won't be out to long," he said as he took a gulp from his firewhiskey. "So, tell me a little bit more about yourself?" he figured that if she talked, she'd hardly have enough time to fall asleep. And that way he could get together his questions that he wanted to ask, without any mistakes. She talked about exploiting others...she had to be in some sort of...job that exploited people? Why did that not make that much sense...well, when it came to the young lady in front of him any ways.
But, she had said herself that one could not judge a book by it's cover. Intrigued, Alfonz wanted to know everything that was behind that cover.
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Shay M. Loire
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Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 4, 2007 19:43:27 GMT -5
What could she say about the past seventeen or eighteen years of her life? She inhaled, ready to get some oxygen into her brain and spell out her life in a few sentences. "Born and raised in Xalapa, Veracruz-- that's in Mexico. Didn't know I was a witch until my pre-teens. Um... Went to Hogwarts when I was 13 and became a Gryffindor. Left at 16. Went to school in California, graduated, came here, found my interest in photography, and landed a job in the Daily Prophet as a photographer." After that, she took a gulp of water and looked at him a little. "Was that a good summary? What about you, mister mysterious?"
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 5, 2007 15:05:35 GMT -5
"Myself?" Alfonz was a bit taken aback. He wasn't even allowed to ask questions with how fast she asked of him the question he had just asked her. What was there that he could actually say about himself? "Well..." he began taking another drink from his whiskey, noticing a glass of water that had appeared from what looked like no where.
"I am from a family of wizards and witches, so if I hadn't had magic in my veins, I more than likely would have been a disappointment to my family," taking another sip, he continued, "I was accepted to both Drumstrung and Hogwarts. Due to the fact that my father went to Drumstrung and felt it was a better school for our kind, he sent me there." He stopped for a moment as he remembered how much of a hassle Celina had received from their father when she was only accepted by Hogwarts. "My sister, however, was not as fortunate. She was only accepted to Hogwarts, and received a lot of discouragement from my father. My school career hinders hers even until now, when it comes to my parents...eh...father. I respect him highly and will defend him, but he expects so much from my sister that she cannot handle....or at least doesn't look as if she can."
He stopped, noticing he was talking more about his sister than himself. Gathering his thoughts together for one last try he finished with, "In my school I played Quidditch and did very well. My father was pleased because he is a former Quidditch player. He hurt himself, however. His right arm. He lost the ability to play after that, and so he sees himself in me I suppose. So, as you can imagine, he claims to be as proud of his son as if it were himself continuing his life through me." Alfonz rolled his eyes. "I now play professional Quidditch. Takes more time from me than what I'd like it to, and keeps me away from my younger sister more than I'd like it to, as well. On top of that, I have more admirers than I know what to do with, and I'd rather not have them at all."
He looked back at her and took a drink. There was no way he could have summed all of his life in a few words. To much to figure out, still not that much really said. But he now had the opportunity to ask of her a question before she fell asleep due to his boring story.
"So, you didn't know you were a witch until your preteens? Why's that?" He could already see the answer coming before it did. But he hoped that he was mistaken in his assumptions.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 5, 2007 17:32:44 GMT -5
By then, she had progressed upward and into leaning into her booth seat. It may not have seen like it, but she had been interested in what he had to say. And of course she would, considering that it was now her job. But it had also come naturally.
Once he asked his question, she couldn't immediately answer, only because she was sure that she had never been asked it before. It ran through her mines many times over, but it would be the first time to say it out loud. "I'm a half-blood. My mom told my dad when they met, but they actually decided to keep it from me because they apparently thought that I was a squib for a long time. But then when I gained it and showed it when I didn't mean to, they decided to tell me one day on my birthday." What a gift.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 9, 2007 18:44:22 GMT -5
Alfonz quietly sat and pondered on her words while drinking from his goblet. He felt a twinge around what if he admitted to having one, he'd have to say was around his heart. Or maybe it was his pride? Either way, at the moment Alfonz was genuinely disappointed. She, like many others that had interested him, was none other than a half-blood. A lazy, greedy, half-blood like you-know-who himself.
Why? Alfonz asked himself. He nodded and opened his mouth to say something but the words never came. He had to think on it more. Alfonz did still wonder how she could help him with understanding his sister better, however, could she possibly understand what went through the mind of a Pure Blood teen? Then again, Celina going to Hogwarts was exposed to the uncleanliness of half-bloods and half-breeds all the time. Maybe Celina's mindset was of a Pure Blood, but he had no idea where her heart lie in the issue. And knowing what little Alfonz knew about the female gender of the human species, he understood that a woman's heart was just as easily swayed by those around her. She could have the heart of a half-blood in a sense. Alfonz finally was at a conclusion. First he had to find out if Shay could still truly be of service to him.
Finally, he was able to speak. "That's rather interesting. And you're here doing what now? Seems you've been bouncing back and forth quite a bit?" Freeloading? he thought to himself as he tried to smile genuinely.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 9, 2007 20:14:23 GMT -5
"Not so much going back and forth, though I'd like to come back to visiting Mexico and California more often," she stated, her heart growing heavy for the family she left in Mexico and the friends she would barely see in California. It often surprised her how much she missed those people, especially when she was trying hard to be independant now after high school.
"But, um," she adjusted herself to be comfortable in the booth. Although the real reason behind her small pause was to try to temporarily forget North America in its entirety. "I'm staying here for the Prophet job. They could probably take me places, if you know what I mean." She responded to his smile with a smile of her own. Maybe it was contagious, or maybe she was really proud of her job, even if she was flaking on it.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 11, 2007 0:02:48 GMT -5
Prophet job...well, at least she has a job. Alfonz again found himself thinking over her every word. She wanted to go places and make herself a better person? It seemed as if thats what she was saying to Alfonz, and in a way, even though she was a half-blood, it gave him hope that she could help him. She was ambitious, and somewhat like Celina in ways that he would never tell her and only he would only ever see. "What do you do at the Prophet?" he said continuing conversation, if to do nothing but think more.
As he thought he found himself wandering in places he'd never normally go, mostly about how her smile had caught him a tad off guard. It was soft and unique, but not in the way that was usually disgusting to Alfonz. He shook it from his thoughts to focus on her words. Maybe the paper topic was where he'd find out more about what she was talking about in the bookstore.
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Shay M. Loire
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Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 13, 2007 13:58:28 GMT -5
Shay couldn't help but consider that he didn't pay much attention to her thirty second life story, and she knew it was possible that he just didn't. But without a complaint from her, she just said it again. Merlin knew she often forgot things quickly. She had a smallest of laughs before continuing, imagining him to already be ancient and decrepit at his twenty-something age.
"I'm their photographer. I'm probably more entry level than anything else, but it's possible to move up and do their stories for around the world. It's my ultimate goal." Ah yes, as the working, career woman, she didn't even think about family. It just seemed too far into the future to begin thinking about it.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 14, 2007 16:22:10 GMT -5
She just said that, Alfonz realized as Shay repeated herself about being a photographer. Maybe he was more tired than he thought he was. It wasn't like him to forget information about a person, especially when they first tell him. He shook the thought from his head. It was just because he was tired, nothing more. At least she has a profession, and with her parents not in the country then she must be able to live on her own, Alfonz contemplated to himself. In his mind that meant she wasn't lazy, however, how hard was it to take pictures for a newspaper?
He raised an eye brow, "So, is that where your talent for exploiting people comes in handy? Or comes from, rather?" He smirked sarcastically. The did say a picture told a thousand words, and with the right discriminating picture, Alfonz was positive one could be exploited out of a lot of things. But how did that help him in finding out more about the people his sister was hanging around? And since he wasn't able to get to campus, it probably helped him as much as sending her letters or books telling her not to hang around them. Waiting for her response however, he showed no lack of interest on his face.
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