Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Apr 20, 2008 23:03:50 GMT -5
What is she talking about?
Alex was confused "What are you talking about? I never received even a single howler from you. Sitting where? I thought you might want to come with me, but you never came out. I didn't receive anything of what your talking about" he said, looking at her with confusion clearly written in his face. He didn't know what she was talking about, his coming to the station was to surprise her.
Alex just stood there just inside the door and looked at Annemarie "I don't have a single clue what your talking about annemarie, I really dont" he said, shaking his head and looking at ehr for some explanation. Why was she even blaming him? he was clueless. If she sent anything he would have gotten it, the only thing was that he didn't get anything, not even a single letter.
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Post by viola on Apr 20, 2008 23:10:54 GMT -5
Annemarie raised an eyebrow. Not even a single howler? She had sent multiple letters, letters, which he, himself, had never returned to her. “I sent you plenty of letters. Maybe if you actually remembered whom you were leaving behind, you would have responded.” This was ridiculous. Why was she arguing over fifteen years of forgotten history? “Xander…this is old, I don’t even want to think about it.” She turned away from him, her head hanging slightly as she just peered out the window. Annemarie didn’t want to think of anything that had happened…why hadn’t she left Kings Cross and just forgotten everything?
“Why did you keep it?” she asked him silently, in a defeated sort of tone. It was probably the only real question she had for the man. She didn’t care that he hadn’t come back for her. After a while, and from never hearing from him, she really hadn’t figured he’d be back. But he kept the lock of hair she had tied for him with green ribbon, placed within an unbreakable glass frame. And did he really carry it around with him all the time? Creepy.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Apr 20, 2008 23:21:48 GMT -5
Alex shook his head "I didn't receive anything from you, I thought you forgot about me" he said, looking away. Fifteen years ago young Xander was waiting for Annemarie's letter, but nothing came. He kept the glass frame as promise and remembrance, he never forgot. "I waited for you, I couldn't send a letter because I didn't have an owl" he said. If she didn't want to remember then he shouldn't have been here at all.
"Because it holds a promise and a memory, the most important memory for me" he said, looking at her. It was the one and true answer he could give her, it was because of her. He wouldn't have thought she'd be like this after not seeing him at the station. He didn't know why he didn't receive her letters, nothing just came. People must think it was weird for someone to keep something this simple with him all the time, but Alex didn't mind them. He just kept it until now, he was hoping and he didn't want to loose a part of her the only one that he had for him to remember her by.
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Post by viola on Apr 20, 2008 23:32:33 GMT -5
Life was wearing her thin, she could see this and she felt it with every essence of her body. First, she accepts a job at Hogwarts only to be disrespected by students and staff alike. Then the young Jedynak from the staff claims to make deals and bargains only to later want to use her and her house for his own benefits. Then one of her best students proves to her that she is no more respectable than anyone else within the school, forcing Annemarie to take a great chunk of house points away from the girl…and did she learn? Annemarie doubted it, and her heart broke because of it.
So many things had worn on her, and each and every new day brought a new ice pick to chip away at the remaining heart and soul of the woman whom Alexander Griffiths now stood before. It had been so long…did he really expect everything to go back to the way things once were?
“I sent you letters…” she whispered, not wanting to allow herself to break down in any sort of way in front of Xander. “…using a school barn owl.” Of course, how reliable owls were in their older years, Annemarie didn’t know. But in her times at Hogwarts, she had used one owl, and one owl alone; from her first year, to her seventh. Maybe the old age of the owl had finally taken its toll…could it have been? Annemarie shook the hopes from her mind.
“I wore my memories for about two years after you left, Xander,” she started to explain. “After two years…I gave up.” She looked back at him and shrugged slightly, her eyes a bit glazed over with emotions she wished not to feel. “What have you been doing all this time?” she asked of him, wondering how he really thought that he had changed. He couldn’t have always thought of her…would that be impossible?
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Apr 20, 2008 23:49:30 GMT -5
The fates were playing with him, he could make a point to it now. First, receiving no letters that Annemarie claims to have sent. He becomes a historian and had his findings stolen from him. Then Alex comes here and gets a shock of his life and the truth that he didn't even know, what was with this? were they punishing him more for something he didn't even know that he did? What was it with him and bad luck?
"I didn't receive anything..." he answered, he had waited everyday to hope for her to send something, even a howler. Nothing came to his misfortune though, "...I was waiting everyday, hoping for even a single word from you." Nothing just seemed to be for him, and even now. No owl even passed his flat in diagon alley, he just stayed there with his old cat. Nothing except his cat to keep him company...
"I kept mine until today, hoping to see you again. And when I do, I have no clue what your talking about" he said, looking at her still. "I've been a historian, a muggle teacher, a wizard teacher and then a failed historian, a robbed historian. Now... I come back at Hogwarts, looking for clearance, memories and anything that might help me. I've been hoping to see you all this time, and now I did" he said, he never forgot about her... He still kept the glass frame didn't he?
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Post by viola on Apr 21, 2008 0:03:01 GMT -5
Every time he repeated himself, or she repeated herself, Annemarie grew more and more tired of the conversation at hand. Ok. So neither one of them had done anything right, but what seventeen year old or eighteen year old did? But if he were so in love with her…fifteen years? Annemarie sighed, knowing that she really hadn’t helped anything much by going and living as a muggle in the muggle world. Annemarie said nothing more about the letters or the owls to him…obviously, it didn’t matter if he had never received them.
Annemarie wanted to ask of Xander why he was hoping to see her again, and yet, she feared the answer would be one of fairy tale love stories of princes and princesses always finding each other in the end or some bull like that. She didn’t want to hear it. Annemarie had grown so cold and so…heartless?…where she didn’t even like to see such events taking place. Let alone partaking in them. At least he wasn’t the only one that had no clue what the other was talking about…but she was the only one of the two whom wouldn’t ask the other to clarify.
“Clearance and memories?” she repeated in a question like format. What were those? Little signs they had left of each other on the grounds that had had time to change and progress. New students, new houses, new staff…what was there to find when it came to memories if all the events of the past hand ultimately changed anything that would remind anyone of anything? Annemarie found her own memories amongst the walls, but she hardly had taken the time to listen. She had a job to do.
“I’m sorry you came to Hogwarts to find…her,” Annemarie whispered, her voice cracked as a tear fell from the eye that was not toward where Xander stood. Hesitating with what she was meaning next she continued. “For the girl I think you’re in search for has left Hogwarts….forever.”
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Apr 21, 2008 0:26:27 GMT -5
For the girl I think you’re in search for has left Hogwarts….forever.
The words echoed in Alex's head, "Then I think there's no purpose for me to be talking to you, I'm sorry to have intruded professor Van Aller" he said. Alex turned his back from Annemarie and walked out of the office. He didn't want to remember anymore, he just wanted things to end right now. Alex picked up his pace and pocketed the glass frame, he was a professor, she was his colleague and nothing more. Alex was going to forget or try to...
Alex hurried down the stairs and didn't look back, sicne it was about forgetting, then forget it. I'll try to forget then he thought, he wished he didn't keep the frame. This was just one fo his failures and flaws, Don't hope Alexander, she's not who she is anymore. She's just your colleague and treat her like that. Alex was half running now. He then opened his office door and stumbled to his desk, he just stayed there and tried to forget. Forget it all...
((ALex has left the thread))
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Post by viola on Apr 21, 2008 0:42:11 GMT -5
Annemarie didn’t try to stop him, nor did she want to. Or so she told herself as she tightly closed her tearing eyes…Alexander walked away from her, and all she could see were their parting of ways fifteen years prior. He had tried to say goodbye properly to the one he loved, and Annemarie wouldn’t even allow him to touch her. Not if he was leaving… not if things couldn’t be worked through. As the door shut behind him, Annemarie let out a slight sob. Her hand covered her face as she held her other arm around her, hoping that she wouldn’t fall apart right there on the spot…though her legs wouldn’t give her any sort of luxury as that.
Sinking to her knees, the thirty two year old woman placed her head up against the stonewall of her office and continued to cry. Why did such things hurt so much if they weren’t meant to be? Possibly, it was another sign that her resignation was far past due. What had she going for her any more at Hogwarts?
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