Aaron sat with his socked feet on the edge of his armchair. His thick History of Magic textbook was resting open upon the table that was his knees. A vast piece of wordless parchment stared back at him. His faerie war essay was not going so well. His head hurt as he did a tantivy mental recap of his notes and novels and textbooks and anything else he has heard or seen about faeries. Eventually he managed a few quotes various history books and included his own observations.
His quill broke underneath the crooked angle of which he held writing utensils. He sighed and pulled out his wand and quickly muttered the repairing charm. He sighed again and thought that it was time that Hogwarts modernizes and issues ball-point pens. Then he wondered why they were called ball-point if round objects can't have points. In between pondering the science of spheres and finishing homework, Aaron, being too shy to engage in conversation, wished somebody would come and help him relieve the work his troubled mind was under.
Stacey tilted her head slightly to the side, watching the young boy. He was obviously trying to get some work done and wasn`t getting very far. Just when he had started his quill broke. She was about to go help him when he got out his wand and fixed it himself. Nodding, she smiled; at least the kid was smart enough not to get frustrated when something so trivial happened. He still looked a little stressed, though. Getting up, she decided that she would go talk to him.
"Hey, that`s not due for another week. Don`t get stressed over it if you don`t need to. Honestly, you don`t have the right books." She nodded towards the books on the table, then back at the boy. She could feel her eyes change emerald green and she winced; that color reminded her of Jonathan, and she hated thinking of him now. "Really, you should go down to the library."
She leaned against the arm of the counch carefully, looking over to the fireplace. Her stomach was huge now, and she was only five months along. Gosh, she couldn`t imagine how big she would be when it was time for the twins to be born!
Aaron heard a voice above him. The voice was familiar, from a class maybe? He looked up to meet full-face with someone's stomach. It bulged out in a round fashion suggesting pregnancy. He looked up to meet his speaker's face. Aaron was surprised to find her so young...and pregnant. His mother threatened to hang him by his thumbs outside his third story window if he ever got a girl pregnant.
"Another week? You mean a week hasn't already passed? Hmm, maybe that was last week. Sorry, I'm easily confused. I get days and weeks mixed in my head." Having a non forgetful mind can be such a gift and such a pain. He tilted his head to one side and furrowed his eyebrows. "You gave me doubled advice; are you suggesting that I stop my work, or should I continue it in the library?"
Stacey smiled at the boy, her eyes lightening in color slightly. He had noticed her double reasoning, which most kids just got confused by.
"Either. Whichever you prefer. I, myself, would take a break. If you think too hard about one thing pretty soon your brain will just shut down the topic." She shrugged, her hair falling into her face. "Relax a bit. Things get better after a while," Stacey said as she scanned the room again.
Her advice was sound. Aaron smiled back at her. He carefully closed his text book after wedging his incomplete essay in. He packed everything into a small men's satchel. He slap his forehead. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Aaron." He said and outstretched his hand.
She smiled and felt her eyes flicker to a soft blue. The kid was polite and quick; finally, someone who wasn`t a little brat.
"Nice to meet you," she replied, shaking his hand firmly, "I`m Stacey Gray. I teach DADA, but not recently." She had taken the last month off due to her pregnancy. Her doctor had advised-- no, ordered-- her not to do any magic unless it was of the household kind. He didn`t know how stressfull that was for her, and she had slipped a few times. Well, her children would be different anyway; they`d be a fourth immortal, so something was bound to be special.
Her handshake was firm and her palm was smooth. Defense Against the Dark Arts must a fun class to teach. He did remember her in class then. Wow she was a young, talented, pregnant teacher. She's like a triple threat plus one: a quadruple threat. Aaron found her interesting. He carefully brushed his mind onto her surface thoughts, quenching his thirst for thought. She thought he was polite. Other people's thoughts is like a drug, no, more like water to Aaron. His mind is frequently busy and in pain that he replaces it with someone else's.
"And I you." He replied, letting his hand drop.
Stacey felt him reach out with his mind; it was like a feather barely brushing her. His thoughts in return to hers were nice enough, but the fact that he had tried to touch her mind was enough to make her shut it down. The block she put up was solid and would feel like a push to the boy`s mental field.
-Silly child,- she thought to herself in the emptyness of her own mind. The only people that could still get inside her head were Ginny, Lavy, and Jonathan. The first two hadn`t been present in a while, and the latter, well, he had been absent for a while now.
"So, what were you working on that was giving you problems?"
Stacey blocked him out of her mind. He almost narrowed his eyes at this new frustration, but decided he had no right to be in there anyway. His "thirst" came back strongly now that he knew her mind was unavailable.
"It wasn't so much as the homework giving me trouble. More so myself giving me trouble?" Aaron said questioning his own words. "My essay's about faeries and their struggle with muggles and wizards. Somewhere in my family tree someone married a faerie and so I am partially bardic. I've read a lot of novels about faeries during my supposed muggle times. And with the possibility of being part faerie I read as much about faeries I could find. I have trouble sorting out fact from fiction. See, it's hard, almost impossible for me to forget things naturally." he explained.
Stacey nodded, making a face to herself. This kid was stressing too much. Not like she could talk. It had been Rhyme that had saved her from herself.
"Okay, seriously, you need to give that a break. You have a week left to do it, and it`s only one piece of parchment. Wait untill you`re a seveth year and have finalls. Those you can stress over." She looked at the kid. He couldn`t be over fourteen. There wasn`t any reason he should be that hard on himself.
Aaron grimaced at her words. He was most definently not looking forward to his seventh year.
Aaron gave a small chuckle. "Okay relaxation it is." He stood up from his chair. "Would you like to come have a walk?" After a second glance at her round belly he said,"Or are you not up for it?"
Stacey stood up and gave the boy a pointed look; even so she was holding a lot back. She hated the fact that she couldn`t run around and do whatever she wanted any more. Running had been a passion of hers, and she had always been so quick. Now it was like someone was making sure she couldn`t do those things just to spite her. Well, getting pregnant hadn`t exactly been planned. Still, she had to live with the consequnces of settling down so early.
"No, a walk sounds perfect," she replied in a cheery voice. Her older students-- students who had been enrolled when she was still learning-- knew her to be quick both physically and mentally. With the most advanced powers of any student, she had moved through classes rather fast.
"Is there anything you haven`t seen? The towers, the lake?"
Aaron felt guilty for his accusation of her not being able to walk. He cast his eyes down and was about to probe her mind but then he recalled the wall she built. He was happy she agreed to the walk and even happier that they should go see a lake. He loves water.
"We have a lake? Oh I'd love see that."
((Couple things. Try to post something about what`s in Aaron`s mind, like how I did with Stacey. In my last post she remembered how easy it was for her to move around, and how she felt abou that. Just try to put more into what you write, instead of plain actions.))
Stacey couldn`t help but snort as she moved towards the door and out into the hallway. Seriously, he didn`t know about the lake. It was one of the biggest things around. Maybe he wasn`t so quick after all.
"Okay, then. Follow me. I can`t believe you didn`t know about the lake. Didn`t you see it on the train ride over here?"
The train rides are not something he likes to remember. Most of the ride he'd try to block out the raucous thoughts of other people. But being in such a close proximity made it hard. It's almost as bad as meal times. His eyes were closed most of the time.
"No I didn't. On my way there I try to block other people out and my eyes are normally closed. I haven't been outside much either. The sun hurts." He hated the hint of complain that was behind his words.
Stacey nodded slowly, leading him down the long hallway. He didn`t know how to block. She hadn`t expected him to. It had been extremely easy to push his mind away from hers. Still, any mind-reader at Hogwarts needed to know how to set up a block, otherwise the effects were extremely painfull. She would know.
"I`ll have to help you with that. The whole mind thing so doesn`t work out in this place." She shook her head and locked her amber eyes to the distance. She had suffered so much pain with her powers, that at first she didn`t think they were worth it. But things were better now. Ginny had taught her how to manipulate her mind and others.
"And about the sun, the only way to fix that is wear a hoodie or stay inside. I would suggest the hoodie since we are headed out."
Bucky had had a really stressful day, he was almost beaten up by first grader(luckily Bucky was even stronger ten ten of those pip squeaks), he also found out that a lot of people don't like him; he didn't try,he was very misunderstood. And along with everything He was sick, so he decided to take a nice cup of OJ down to the lake and drink it up and then go to bed early.
As Bucky walked down the main corridors of the castle he felt deadly cold to so he just decided to put a spell on himself, god he loved magic, to bad he had no Idea on how to fix a flu and diarrhea an the hospital wing was to busy.
As Bucky arrived into the great hall, he quickly grabbed to donuts and some OJ and walked to the lake.
The lake always scared Bucky after the time travel incident two years ago, he hadn't seen Isabelle much after they broke up. he didn't care though she got little bratty.And she was two years younger.
Bucky let the cool air embrace him now he was outside, he really wish he had someone to talk to but he remembered no one likes him after the Harry potter stunt. I was to far. It was just a much boring lesson.
Bucky waited by the lake what for, he had no idea.
"Okay, wait here,please." Aaron said to Stacey. He ran back to his dormitory room and sifted through his trunk for a hoodie. He found an old one. It had a faded gray color and the insides were scratchy, but it was all he had. He went back to meet Stacey at the portrait entrance.
As they made it to the exit of the castle Aaron pulled on his sweatshirt and pulled on a pair of sunglasses. Aaron could smell the water before he saw it. It was fresh and full of unknown creatures. When the pair arrived, Aaron was disappointed to see the water was opaque. An unfamiliar boy was standing near the water. Aaron softly nudged Stacey with his elbow and whispered,"Who's that?"
Stacey waited for Aaron to come back, giving him a funny look as he got closer.
"You know, I could`ve made one, or you could have at least used the Accio charm. You didn`t have to run all the way back up there," she explained as they walked outside.
((By the way, be carefull how you use other people. Me mentioning that she was leading him down a hallway then adding that they were walking is different than just saying 'as they walked together' or something. Minor godmodding, there.))
When they made their way down towards the water stacey noticed someone standing on the shore. Not able to tell who it was, she let her midn reach out.
"Oh, it`s a kid named Bucky," she replied just as softly, wincing and letting hr eyes change to a putrid green.
((Also, don`t forget to add detail about your charry`s positioning, otherwise-- of you`re RPing with an older member-- they`ll twist what you said to fit them because you didn`t specify. For example, Bucky didn`t say if he was sitting or standing by the water, just that he was waiting. I made him standing when I replied, because he didn`t say.))
(Yes I apoligise for that)
((It`s okay. It`s just something you notice after you really get writing. Loopholes are easy to work around, if you know how. You can thank Rhyme for making me realize I wrote with them.))
Aaron felt stupid for forgetting to magic a sweater.
Aaron noticed that Stacey's eyes turned green and so did her aura. -So her eyes reveal her emotions.-
he thought.
"Do you have something against him?"
((Sorry for the late reply. Haven't had time to get online for a while.))
((It`s okay. And just to let you know, the color of her eyes don`t necessarily correspond with the color of her aura. Her eye colors are based on her personality, not exact feeling. Like if she`s happy, her eyes are bright blue but her aura would be yellow. You have to be careful when you mention someone else`s aura color, because you might be wrong. I would suggest saying something like, "her aura darkened" or lightened, or whatever.))
Stacey nodded slowly in response-- to both his mental statement and his words. It had taken longer than she thought for him to notice her eyes; he was bright, but he seemed sort of closed in his own mind.
"No," she asnwered with a soft sigh, "he just doesn`t know when enough is enough. Come on, though. I promised I`d show you the lake, and the lake I will show you." She started walking towards the deep water again, skirting slightly to one side of the other boy standing there.
((Okay, sorry. Thanks for the advice.))
The water was calling out to Aaron. It begged him to dive into it's murky depths. He looked down at his close and thought better.
He turned to Stacey."What would happen if you put a water repelling charm on yourself? Would it work? Would you be able to go into the water without getting wet?"
((You already did. ::) You can jump in whenever.))
((Please refer to the former posts.))
((No prob, Aaron. Bucky-- be patient.))
Stacey shrugged at Aaron`s question. "Most likely, no. Can you use water as an element?" She asked, noticing how drawn he was to the water and couldn`t help but wonder.
"Bucky, what are you doing down here. Dinner`s in an hour!" She shouted suddenly to the other kid. Her eyes were slowly changing to a medium grey and she could actually feel her whole aura grow darker. That was something she had gotten from Rhyme... maybe. She didn`t really know where she absorbed that particular power.
Bucky let the cool air pull up every air on his body, it really refined him.
Bucky suddenly felt a presence that made him happy. He turned and saw Stacety talking to a boy he had never even meet, strangely enough he looked like a year 4.
"Bucky, what doning down here. Dinner's in an hour" Stacey elled to Bucky
"Ah well I'm just coughing and spluttering I have a cold" He said "I thought no one cared about me" Bucky thought.
(Sorry for epically lame post)