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Post by Ingrid Lewis H4 on Sept 18, 2005 14:03:13 GMT
Ingrid's eyebrow rose almost on it's own, "Are you telling me you cursed a kid? Or even gave him a bad jynx or hex? See, now I would understand why they threw you out of schoolf or that, but for a prank? Even if it was the last straw..." Ingrid tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows cocked upward showing her unappreciation of being lied to if not only by a little. She hated being lied to...she hated the feeling of being lied to it. It felt like being betrayed or snitched on. Ingrid hated snitches and she hated those who betrayed her, especially her trust. Janine was faithful in that area. She was trustworthy, and you could trust her not to snitch on you because she didn't speak much. Actually, she hardly spoke at all. Ingrid sighed and slouched down further in her seat.
She shrugged; "Most candies are good, but then there are the kinds that aren't so good. I normally eat loads of candies, but I haven't lately. I've been trying to concentrate on my classes and staying clear of a few people. Is it me or is this school so dismal? I came into here knowing there were going to be people who hated me, but I didn't think they would show it unless provoked. But I'm tossed aside, called names, and treated like I don't belong."S he bit her bottom lip when she realised, Zachary was one of those people who she had thought would toss her aside. It didn't bother her that she was talking with him about..or rather she was talking and he was listening if he was even doing that.
Ingrid giggled, "Maybe was this school needs is a few sparkley things on the walls. Maybe a few streamers here and there, and some boys walking around in dresses with bows in their hair. It lightened up my old school a bit, wonder if it would work here." She tilted her head as if she were thinking about it. As soon as she thought of it though, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. Would be amusing, but she would be shunned and laughed at. Not that she cared, but she would rather go through her school days in one piece.
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Post by Seth Wright on Sept 19, 2005 3:02:13 GMT
Zachary's eyebrows shot up instantly, his eyes round as saucers. "What kind of a school did you go to?" He'd never been to a muggle school before, and he couldn't say that he knew much about them, but Zachary had never thought they'd actually have cross dressing boys there regularly. He was stunned.
The school didn't seem so dismal to him. Home was dismal. This was nothing compared to Manchester. Actually, he thought it was quite nice. Like Ingrid, Zachary knew there'd be people that hated him for nothing, but, unlike Ingrid, he wasn't surprised by the level that that animosity could reach. It was worse being a Slytherin, he thought. At least the teachers thought Hufflepuffs were sweet. Slytherins were hated all around, and for what? Because they were Slytherins.
He gave a long, suffering sigh. At least they were off the topic of his expulsion, Zachary thought. He hadn't been to keen on telling the girl just why he'd been expelled. The way her voice sounded when she asked, "you cursed a kid?". Like it was the most horrible, disgusting thing she'd ever heard. It was almost enough to make him ashamed. Almost.
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Post by Ingrid Lewis H4 on Sept 21, 2005 19:46:33 GMT
Ingrid shrugged; "A normal muggle school I guess. We just had this day where the girls got to do whatever they wanted to the boys, as long as it didn't physically harm anyone. It was quite funny to see! They dressed my brother Jason up in a skirt, with pigtails that were held together by blue bows- he even wore mary janes! He didn't like it one bit, but I adored watching him walk through the hallways like that! We also had streamers for certain days- that way the new kids who were just starting school could tell what day it was by the streamers in the hall. It was a very colourful school..."
She bit her bottom lip, trying to think of something to talk about. It was odd, Ingrid was running out of things to say to people now. It was as if she had ntohing to tell them...nothing of importance anyway. Ingrid played with her ponytail before taking it out and letting her blond hair fall on her shoulders lightly, she then ran her fingers through it- moving it this way and that so she looked decent enough to be in public. Ingrid always cared about her appearance no matter who she was with, or what significane the person had with her.
"So...do you read? Do you act? How about write? I want to write someday. Become an author, or a journalist. Mummy says I should be a journalist because they get to travel the world, I don't see why though. I could become an author and travel the world anyway, after all she's the one who told me I could be anyone I wanted to and do anything I wanted to do. Right? So why does she think one occupation is better than another? It's confusing...so what about you? Any idea what you want to be when you grow up?" Ingrid knew that most would answer this, well girls anway, with one word 'princess.' She didn't know what boys answered- so she was intrigued as to found out what he wanted to be.
((Sorry for the delay...haven't been in a very Ingrid mood lately. ))
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Post by Seth Wright on Sept 21, 2005 20:04:28 GMT
Zachary stared at his hands, tracing a small, circular scar on his index finger. He smiled slightly, for no specific reason, but said nothing. It remained that way for a bit, until he finally said in a slightly quavering voice. "I like to...write. I write stories. Loads of them. But my--my stepdad, he doesn't like it that I write. He thinks it's a girl thing, you see. So, I'm not allowed to do any writing except homework at home. He burnt my stories and everything." He was still staring at his hands, entranced with the scar.
The memory would never leave him. Zachary could remember as if it had been only an hour ago. Lucan screaming about being a man, not some girlish disgrace, him fighting not to cry, biting his tongue to keep silent, but fighting furiously to get to the fireplace. And Mason. Mace holding him back. Biting Mason, running to the fire, burning his finger when pulled back again. It was fresh in his mind now, the whole ordeal. Strangely, Zachary was still smiling. He'd written a story about that. He'd written a story to keep from smashing Lucan's head in with the fire poker. That one hadn't been burned.
"I like to write fake stories, stuff I make up." He continued, still not looking up. "It's nice. It takes up time, and you have to focus, so you can't pay attention to anything else. Why do you like to write?"
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Post by Ingrid Lewis H4 on Sept 25, 2005 18:16:23 GMT
Why did she like to write? Ingrid bit her bottom lip in thought. It came easily to her. Writing. It just happened and she liked not having to do much when writing. She didn't have to think about it anything, if she picked up a pen or a pencil- the words just came out of her hands when she set down to write. Zach had to focus, where as Ingrid didn't. It just came to her. Finally, she thought of an answer; "I just do it because I can. It's simple for me. I don't have to try on it. My words just come out. And it helps me express my feelings when I can't speak them." Ingrid shrugged.
((Sorry so short....))
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Post by Seth Wright on Sept 26, 2005 5:00:24 GMT
"Yeah...." Zachary said distantly. Suddenly, he grinned at Ingrid and asked seriously, "We've been talking at least fifteen minutes now and I haven't cursed you. Still think I'm an evil Slytherin?" He raised his eyebrows, the grin growing. He really did like talking to Ingrid. She was very interesting, and she liked to write.
(sorry mine's short too, but i hafta go to bed.)
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