(Yes, this is after Ginny left. But feel free to reply, everyone.)
Ginny and Conan appeared in the Huffleouff Commen Room. Their clothing was strange and colorful, and Ginny's was snug. Conan folded his arms slightly and frowned at Ginny. She growled at him.
"If you don't want to be around me, then go home to your mommy!" She suddenly screamed at him.
He scowled at her, his face growing red, "You know, somtimes I think Amber was right about you!" He yelled back before tapping the ring on his finger. He dissappeared in a flash of light.
"Dam it!" Ginny screamed, kicking a table so hard it flew into the wall. She sat down on a couch and buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
*ron appeared,looking troubled himself*Marital troubles?*he said,looking at ginny,not asking,more knowing...He didn't really expect her to answer*
Xaver emerged from behind the couch, dusting a stray piece of wood chips from his black hair. He was barefoot, and wore only a dark shade of worn jeans, for having been sleeping just moments before. Disheveled and bedraggled, Xaver raked a hand through his hair, sweeping it back, uncaring of his upset pockets and shirtless torso.
"Not often I see murderous flying tables..." he began in a mumble, then, recognizing Ginny, and noting her distress, his attitude changed dramatically. He moved to stand off to her side, a concerned expression set into his sharp looks. He bowed his head in the red head males direction, before turning his attention to Ginny.
"Troubles, Milady?" he input gently.
Psy walked in and saw the broken table."Did I miss the battle of flying tables?"He noticed Ginny and concern was in his eyes but did not show on his face."Are you alright?"
hum.a crowd.*he shrugged,inclined his head towards the new visitors,and looked at xaver*You,should...be careful in the near future...*he knew it was vague,but he hoped it would stop what was going to happen to this person in a few days*
-I should always be careful. What you might foretell in my future, keep in tow, I have been working at my d**ndest to stop it. So what? My father is out for my wing- spine. A usual occurence. But thank you, I guess. I will be on higher ... guard.-
Xaver spoke into the others mind with a cool, collected, trained tone. Quiet, outwardly shrugging.
*ron sighed*Thats not quite it.I suppose you'll find out..Hopefully before its to late.*he was saying this,not with much concern,but,of course,if he didn't care,then he wouldn't have said anything...He was tired of all the deaths he had seen in his visions...So,stopping this one would help his conscience a great deal*
Xaver shrugged. But it was a tired shrug. Like those who shrug and sigh before turning away with an exhausted boredom of knowledge of the predictable and, unpredictable future.
Maybe listening to him might have been an exceptional idea. But, Xaver had never been one to want to listen to that of what he had heard many times. He was probably going to die. He knew it. He'd known it since he'd fought with his father, and left half the realm obliterated. He'd known it, since the first time he'd run away, at the age of three. Though he knew the advice was well placed and probably very sincere, he was in mind to simply store it, and wait for the inevitable, of which, as the other had said, was apparently close to passing.
"Hopefully," he agreed, monotone.
Ginny ignored them all, crying into her hands softly. In sudden rage that was very much terrifying like her mothers, she screamed and conjured a ball of ice, whipping it at a wall. The ice flew into a thousend tiny pieces, and cracked the stone in the wall.
"Ginny,what happened?"Psy said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
Xaver bit the inside of his lip until it bled freely, dismantled at Ginny's distress, and furious for not knowing how to fix it. Inbred freaking karma. He ducked as an orb of solid ice whipped near his so far in-tact skull, unfeeling of the ominous streaks of shards.
"Yes, please explain," Xaver intoned quietly in a low tone. Surely nothing horrible had happened between her and that other guy who had disappeared so haughtily. Eh... uh oh.
Deeply concerned and intrigued at the least, he knelt to one knee by her side, elbows upon his thigh, in relaxed stance to listen to whatever she needed to vent. Not that he would understand a lot of it, but he would try.
Foot steps could be heard coming down the staris. "Who's breaking everyth......" Lavy noticed Ginny and Conan, but didn't smile. She relived that now wasn't the time to be happy to see them. "What's wrong?"
Ginny scowled harder and conjured up another ice ball, whipping it into the wall. She pulled free from Psy.
"Every....single....time.....I...swaer...if...I ...had....forseen....this!" She said, conjuring another ball and throwing it between each word.
Lavy pushed Ginny into a chair. "We might be able to help if you would tell us what the hell's going on."
"Don't ever touch me again!" Ginny screamed at Lavy, standing up and pushing Lavy back with one hand, roughly.
"We both know I would love to take you up on that offer but now is not the time."
"Oh, go to hel/!" Ginny said, seething. She kicked a chair this time.
Lavy waved her hand and the chair was moved up right again. "Ginny I'm serios I really want to take you up on the offer, don't tempt me even more."
Ginny growled and conjured another iceball, whrilling it into the wall.
"Go away."
"I can't leave a freind in need, you helped me during my downward spirl, now it's my turn to help you."
"I don't want you help!" Ginny yelled, smashing another iceball.
"I belive that's what I said as well." Lavy said in a calm voice but crossing her arms.
"Ginny, what happened?" Xaver questioned firmly, unmoving, though his eyes followed her as she went about.
He grew more concerned as he listened, and continuing to listen he did.
"Does it matter?" Ginny asked fiercly. She sat down again and rubbed her eyes. She seemed to have calmed a bit.
Lavy glanced over at Conan. "Yes it really dose."
(Conan dissappeared a long time ago, Lavy! Lolz)
(you never said that did you? oh well)
Lavy glanced at the spot where Conan had earlier stood and sota wished he was here. "Yes it really dose."
(yeah, first post)
"No it dosn't."
(oh.....well I'm stupid anyways that just proves it lolz)
"Yes it dose Ginny, we all want to help, but we can't do that if we don't know what's wrong."
pig apeared inbetween ginny and lavvy " what the hell is going on i can hear you screeming a mile away
Psy looked Ginny in the eyes and said softly,"We just want to help you so you can be happy again."He smirked,"You look much better with a smile on."
"That's very true."
Ginny scowled slightly and looked away from them. With her fingers, she imitated shutting a zipper.
"Why must it always be a battle to get you to tell us what's wrong?"
pig looked at ginny ~ ginny what evers wrong you can tell us dont shut evryone out.~
"No. It's not your problem. It's mine, xcause it's my gualt. I'm the one who can't watch what I'm doing." She said, scowling.
pig hated that ginny was so stubben, pig sighed
" What did you do " pig asked
"I told you, I didn't watch what I was doing." She said, more stubbrone then ever. She had let that slip, and now she wouldn't tell them anything else. They didn't even need to be here, just because she was upset. Conan was the one who had dropped her here, yelling at her so much. She scowled again. Thank god she knew so many more words then him. He had sounded so stupid useing childish name calling.
Lavy rolled her eyes. "Ginny we all know that we not going to leave you alone until you tell us."
The room grew cold. Cold as the deepest dungeons, beneath the highest mountains of snow, the entire of the room became blanketed with a crisp layer of sleek ice. Lavender appeared at Ginny's side with the substantial drop of temperature, dressed in black leather boots, black jeans, and a deep green, simple tank top. Her clothes were noticeably loose on her already very toned, very enduring, very strikingly beautiful form, evidence of hard times in her most recent delving into her past home. Troubles came and remained for Lavender, settling into constant weights upon her bearing shoulders - but troubles of her dearest friends.. those have been known to seep through to jerk at her heart quicker than her own.
Raven hair free and silky and waving to her lower back, a pale hand raking through that raven hair, green eyes penetrating and calculating and firm and cold, but still gentle, looking over and examining every in the room, the pale beauty was completely there, and completely aware and at intimacy with her surroundings.
"Ginny, my friend," voiced she softly in a soothing tone, reaching out to her friend, and extending a warm, relaxing comfort. She took one of Ginny's hands between her own without the slightest hesitation, a direct link, a direct bond, connecting between them.
Lavender did not make to speak much, and in that moment, her need to was little. What she sent to her friend, and her purpose required not many a word...
*ron just sat there watching,thoughtfully...he loved his sister,but he also knew her temper quite well,and besides,he already knew what had happened,he had seen it in a vision...* Hey,lavender.
Though Lavender's attention strayed not from Ginny, a light, delicate thought was sent to Ron. It was a gentle, sisterly message of no words, which reached him as a warm hug would; of greeting, great friendship, and care.
Weather Lavender knew, or did not know of Ginny's situation, such was unclear to others, and of no moment.
Ginny sighed, knowing that they couldn't force it from her.
I still don't see why he got so mad.*ron sighed*
"Because you don't know the full story, big brother." Ginny said, glancing at him.
I saw...enough.*he said,vaguely*anyway,I'm sure you two'll be fine.
"Ron, we all know it'll be fine later. But it's not fine now."
*ron nodded*So,the question is,what do you want to do about it.There are four options.You can do what you've been doing,smashing things..or,you can say sorry,which,I know thats not happening... you can start a reconciliation yourself...or,you can wait.which one would you prefer?
"I'd prefer to forget about it." She sneered at him.
*ron didn't particularly care that she had*Fine,If you want to let your temper get the best of you,go ahead.*he looked around,at nothing in particular*
Ginny scowled at him.
"Stupid brothers." She mummbled, feeling a bit more calm.
~Ginny,~ Lavender said into a link, that ONLY Ginny could hear. ~Would you explain, my old friend? Please?~
Ron,having not heard lavender,said loudly to ginny..*Flattery will get you knowwhere.
"Fine, Lavender." She shifted to a more comfertable position.
"Conan and I were in...lemme think, 765 B.C., I think. Well, we met with ourselves, and lets just say that's a bit confusing. And there was a fight. Neither I nor, the other me was paying attention, and a few children got killed. Conan flipped. He started screaming something, I don't even remember. He even tried to hit me. I told him if he touched my I'd bust open his brain. He brought us here, thinking we'd both calm down, but the whole time, he screamed about how he hates the way I never think ahead and how he can't beleive he was tied up with me." She scowled.
"Then someother stuff, but thats nobodys bussiness."
"Well we would if you told us."
"No lavy, thats none of your bussness. Even Ron can't see that part."
"See what part?"
Lavender watched Ginny closely, and having never released her friends hand, squeezed it tightly.
"The part that is none of our business, Lavy. There are boundaries to all relationships, and If Ginny wishes it that we do not know, we, will, not, know. Ginny, you and Conan have been together, for how long now? You know as well as I, that I might not be best at counseling on the emotional basis, but you cannot let this stand between you two. There is a future with you two that works around this problem."
Lavender shifted and faced Ginny more directly.
"Conan flipped, yes, maybe. But you know, you flip sometimes as well. What can you two do, to work about you both,.. flipping out?"
"Lavender we've already had this convertion. You know my opion when it comes to the topic of personal bondries."
Lavender stood then.
"Yes, we have, Lavender Brown. Your opinion, is that whatever is in someone's head, is all your business. You take to yourself to keep up the drama by delving into personal matters that are NONE of your business. Personal business. Ever actually realize what the word PERSONAL means? Darkness no. THAT, would be too dam*ed horrible. You can't keep yourself, at all. There is a difference before telling and going as it is, and being rude and pissing everybody off, you know. Your opinion, is that no matter what the consequences, you will push your belief upon everybody else and keep on being a materialistic, pressuring, bitc*!"
Lavenders pale hands curled into fists.
"You know there are boundaries that you can't get through, and that just pisses you off, doesn't it. Get used to it! There are sometimes, when you just need to KEEP OUT, LAVY. Because even if you don't give a f**k about what happens when you want to reach deeper into the things that you were told to stay out of, I, do."
"I've never denied that geting into peples boniders is mostly what I do, and my sole perpos in life. In fact I'v e told many people this many times. Trust me, my freind, knowing is better then not knowing even if you can't do much about it. We've both learnd that the hard way, that I'm fully aware of. Now if you would like to take this outside and settle it that way then fine. We both know that you would win easly but I'm not sure if that is the way it should be done." Lavy said in a cool relaxing voice.
Ginny's gaze stayed on Lavender, and her own anger evaporated. Lavender was normally so calm, and collected, nothing like this anger. But Ginny had to admit, Lavy did cross the line, too much.
"It isn't." She said softly, but loud enough for them both to hear. "It isn't better to know then to not know. It's worse, because, despite what people always say, knowladge isn't the greatest power. No, not knowladge of others. She's right, Lavy, you do cross the line, and it makes no one want to tell anything, to anybody. If I have to tell you my secrets, but you sway away from yours, someday, your going to get blasted, and we all know it." She shot a look at Ron, who had as many visons as she herself.
(I love crossing the line it's just so fun you should try it lolz ::) :P)
pig stood there listening to them and she thought they were right lavy sometimes crosses over the line.
Lavender was still for a long moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She had reacted, in a way that was completely different from anything she normally would have done. And though it might have confused others, and her as well of many levels, there was a certain part of her being that understood. Beneath Lavender's calm, collected, cold exterior, there was an ever-burning flame, of passion, hatred, and pure, undiluted rage. She touched on such a flame once every while, and though it unnerved her, she was beginning to understand it - weather that was a good thing or so, she knew not.
Ginny focased on Lavender again, but she didn't say anything. She just watched.