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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 27, 2008 16:45:16 GMT
Lily walked out onto the pitch, new broomstick in hand. It had been a present off of her mother to apologise for 'losing' her favourite necklace that had been given to her by her grandmother before they stopped speaking. This seemed almost routine for her now but that didn't change a thing. She swung her leg over her broom and took off into the sky before her eyes welled up from the thought of never seeing her family again. Her father probably had a new girlfriend by now. Probably a new child as well. Nomatter how much she wished it she couldn't will herself to go and see him. She couldn't will herself to put herself through that. Only because if she got there and he did then she might just break down.
Before she knew it she was flying around the field, like she had been born to fly. She had considered trying out for the quidditch team but decided against it. To be on the team you would have to get up early which meant she would have to get her homework done sometime before she went to bed. She just wouldnt be able to handle. Stopping in mid air to have a think she slowled her pace before coming to a halt and flying back down to the ground.
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 27, 2008 17:28:28 GMT
Vardane sat on the pich he been here for a wile. he liked it out here. he watched as the student was flying about and it was inpresive to say the least. "so are you on your house team." he stood up and walked towards the girl with a warm smile on his face.
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 27, 2008 22:04:12 GMT
"No," she replied swinging her leg off of her broom. She smiled back but was unsure why he was talking to her. She still couldn't get her mind to clear and knew that it would be bothering her all day unless she did something about it. Wiping a tear from her eye she hoped that he wouldn't notice because she hated it when adults tried to interfere.
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 27, 2008 22:10:14 GMT
"Well with flying skill like that you should, your house would benifit from some one with your skills." he smiled warmly it was clear she had been crying but he decied not to say anything about it after all he hated people asking about his private life and he was not about to do the same thing.
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 28, 2008 18:58:06 GMT
"I don't think so, I'm not really that good, besides I'm not exactly a morning person," this wasn't exactly true as she usually stayed up until the morning, but getting out of bed in the morning was difficult for her. She liked how he didn't ask if she had been crying even though it was obvious. She smiled again but this time it was forced as the urge to start crying was building up again.
"I still need loads of practice anyway. Did you do any flying when you were at school?"
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 28, 2008 19:07:42 GMT
"I cant use a broom never lurned. beside not all practises are heald in the mornings. Its ok if you want to cry. i will not ask why however but its not healthy to bottle it up." he smiled at her. "i will not mention it gain. from what i hear your team are suffering in ofence this year you could help them a lot."
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 28, 2008 19:16:05 GMT
"Thanks," she meant that on both accounts and let a tear fall down her cheek. Her eyes were watering up properly now and every tear began to hurt more than the first. She couldn't believe she had let all of this bottle up all this time instead of just telling her mother how she felt. "I can't believe I'm letting my dad get to me," she wiped away a tear with her hand but was unsuccessful as she let another fall onto her top.
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 28, 2008 19:53:55 GMT
"yeah fathers normaly are asses. there not worth the tears trust me on that." he produced a clean hanky from his pocket and offered it to her. He gestured towards a bench for them to sit. "if you want to rant go ahead i promis i will not uter a word of it to any one."
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 29, 2008 18:10:57 GMT
"I know," she walked over to the bench that had been gestured to and sat. "It's just that when I was little everything seemed fine, now it's like half of my family don't even want to know me and sometimes I feel like I'm going to scream," she dipped her head in shame of having to say this to a complete stranger instead of just keeping it bottled up like she had been taught all those years ago. To just pretend like nothing was wrong and everything was ok. This hurt her worse than ever that she couldn't even show how she was feeling incase she was labelled a 'freak' by the girls in her clas at school.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be dumping this all on you," she took a deep breath before letting another tear fall down her cheek. It seemed so abnormal to just let herself cry now it felt almost alien. Almost like her body wasn't meant to function that way.
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 29, 2008 18:36:06 GMT
"its ok i get paid for this. I know what its like to be difrent. I never lurnt to fly a broom becase there was no need. i am an animagus i spent a quater of my life multing feathers and geting distracted by shiny objects. I was born in to a traditional celt clan. I wa sthe odd boy becase i could do that. so belive it or not i understand."
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 29, 2008 18:43:31 GMT
"Right, I guess that's what they mean when people say it's complicated then," she smiled as she realised that her life could be worse. Some children didn't have any parents or any family at all. Some didn't have anything at all, some were starving and all she could think of was herself. All of a sudden she felt very guilty.
"Would you like to learn to fly?" She asked a moment later.
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 29, 2008 19:03:55 GMT
"no no. i dont realy like the broom. trust me when you can grow a pair of wings to fly there nothing like it. Yes brooms are faster but there is something liberating about taking wing and being compleatly free thats when i deal with my problems." In truth he was a bit scared of brooms he fallen of so many time before, he never realy seen the point of them.
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 29, 2008 20:16:19 GMT
"Ok then," she appreciated his onesty most people would have jusd then spent the next hour or so trying to convince her out of teaching them or actually getting on the broom. This always annoyed her but she never showed it, that would be rude. Instead of thinking about it she just leant her head back against the back of the bench. She had spent alot of her time doing this when she was younger. It was a great way for her to think, even if it did lessen the blood flow to her brain slightly. A million of questions were racing through her head but instead she voiced just three. "Why do you get payed for listening to pupils? If you grew up like that how hard was it for you to tell someone your secret? Do you think people are ever going to change?"
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Post by Tarquin Vardane on Jun 29, 2008 20:30:36 GMT
"no they will not. I am head of ravenclaw, i have to sort out problems every day. Secrets and problems are two difrent thinks. I got more secrates than i care to rember but as for problems thats some thing difrent. dont get me wrong i have my fair share of them to. I love to find the peorson who has none and slap them. Its not what problems we have its how we deal with them that defines who we are. Botteling a problem up makes it worse, if i can help i will."
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Post by Lily Olive Stuart on Jun 30, 2008 16:40:30 GMT
"You wouldn't believe how many times I've heard that before," she realised that nomatter how many times she had been told that and that everytime she didn't listen her troubles just got worse. The funy thing was that it wasn't her mother telling her to open u. In her mothers eyes eveything had to be closed as a book. "Sometimes I feel like if I refuse to talk about it it makes it better and that if I just talked to that half of my family then maybe they would change their minds but who am I kidding? Second chances never matter because people never change and they never will."
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