Tolerating (( Pyro ))

[danika]

Meals at Hogwarts were some form of torture. The room was always loud, and it smelled too heavily of mudbloods, that heavy, rotting stench that seemed to stick to her clothes long after she had departed from the vast room. No matter how far she tried to sit from them there was no escaping. The filled the room, overpowering the elite few who actually deserved the education Hogwarts provided.

It was Thursday morning, hardly her favorite day of the week, but with potions in the afternoon it was not one of her more hated ones either. The meal was breakfast though, and that was hardly pleasing. She was more of a night owl herself, and though she always made sure she was awake in plenty of time to set her dress to align with her mood, she struggled with the practice of rising early. She was in her uniform already, thought she had opted to leave the tie on the chair next to her bed, and with the spring in the air she wore a pair of heeled sandals instead of the customary clunky black shoes.

As she made her way across the room towards the Slytherin table, she lifted a hand to her temple. The chaos was already giving her a headache. She slid easily into a seat at the far end of the table, and reached forward to pour herself a glass of orange juice as she glanced over at the student who sat beside her. She recognized him, though only vaguely. He had introduced himself a few nights before in the common room.

“Pyro. That’s your name is it not? I’m afraid I don’t remember you well, you were one of the few who kept their mouth’s shut.”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro entered the common room. A bunch of noise as usually. Any other day he could tolerate it, but or some reason today it just gave him a slight throbbing sensation in his temple. He just knew it was going to grow into a full out headache. Pyro could usually tolerate most mudbloods, but if one of them was to approach him today, he strongly believed he’d remove their face with his fist. A true show to his mood, he had left Miaka, his Phoenix in the common room today. Something he hadn’t done ever since he had gotten her. He moved to the Slytherin table, trying not to meet the eye of a few people, afraid they might start a conversation. He sat down at the end of the table and grudgingly grabbed some food.

He ate his food, looking off into space trying to suppress his oncoming headache by putting all the noise out of his mind. Suddenly he was snapped back into the here and now as he felt someone move up next to him and take a seat there. Pyro threw a sidelong glance at the person and noticed it was Danika. Pyro couldn’t have asked for a better person to sit next to him. Judging from her attitude when he had first met her she probably didn’t think he was worthy enough to have a conversation with her. Which was perfectly fine for him at this moment.

To his utter surprise though she asked him a question. He nearly forgot about the fork of food traveling to his mouth, but he quickly got over the surprise and took the bite and chewed it slowly. Not making any hurry to answer her question. Finally he swallowed his bite of food and than began to poke at another piece. He answered her without looking at her. “Yep, that would be my name, and I’m glad you don’t remember me that well, it seems like every person in this cursed place knows who I am and my current situation. Like I want every little mudblood to know of my home life.” He snorted, “And yes, in most conversation I rarely open my mouth if it is not worth my time.”<br>

[danika]

After her first glance where she first recognized the third year beside her she did not look back at him. Instead she finished pouring her drink, and tried to make herself comfortable enough in her seat to at least tolerate breakfast in the great hall. She took a careful sip of her drink, her eyes glancing around at what was in front of her before easing it back down to once again bring her forefinger to her temple. The mudbloods were exceptionally infuriating this morning.

“Finally someone with a similar opinion on wasting energy by partaking in unnecessary conversations; though I do on occasion take pleasure in crushing the hopes and dreams of others. And as for you, your first name would be enough. I don’t care about your surname or home life or whatever situation has aroused. All I want is breakfast someplace other than here.”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Although he wasn’t looking at her he could see her movements out of the corner of his eye. He noticed her reach up and begin to rub her temple with her finger. ‘It would seem like someone else is getting a headache’ he thought to himself. He looked down at the table and noticed a lot of his fellow Slytherins with happy faces and having their own loud conversations. He growled low in his throat. ‘How can they stand this noise?’ he wondered to himself.

He threw a sidelong glance at Danika at her comment, smirking slightly. “Oh I don’t know, I think crushing the hopes and dreams of those below you isn’t a waste of time at all. He turned back to his food with a slight chuckle. “Oh don’t worry, my first name is all you will be receiving. As to why that is, I really don’t want to get into that, and I’m sure you don’t either. You know, you just sparked an idea in me that has never struck me before, even though it is so simple. There is no school rule saying we must eat in here. One could always just grab some food and than leave to eat it elsewhere.”<br>

[danika]

She continued to carefully sip at her orange juice. She was never hungry in the morning, though that may be in part a result of the fact she was far from a morning person. In the early hours she found the thought of food slightly nauseating, something only built upon by the surrounding mudbloods.

She had not looked back over at Pyro until he had his great idea. It made her sit up slightly straighter and her hand leave her temple. He was right. She had to come here to get her juice but she did not have to stay here.
“Your right.”<br>
That said she immediately pushed herself to her feet, glass still in hand and she started walking straight for the exit, somewhere between assuming Pyro would follow as it was his idea, and the idea of a mudblood free morning to appealing for her to care.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro shook his head in amazement. How could he have not thought about such a simple solution. He noticed her stand up and with glass in hand she started to walk out. Pyro watched her for a moment, why should she have the privilege of doing it first? He thought of it first, albeit with her help. He stood up and took a step to follow her but stopped as he looked down at his glass of juice. One glass just wasn’t going to do it if he was going to walk around.

He looked back at the table and noticed the pitcher of juice. He pointed his wand at it and made the pitcher begin to float in the air. As it started to float to him though a hand shout out and grabbed the handle of the pitcher. Pyro slapped the little first years hand away and walked out of the room. Pitcher floating behind him.

The first year protested but Pyro merely ignored him as he stepped out of the great hall and fell into step behind Danika. Slowly the noise of the great hall began to fade and Pyro sighed .”Finally, silence, sometimes you forget what silence sounds like. If only there was some way to get rid of most of those kids in there.” He took a drink. “So, where you planning on heading to anyway?”<br>

[danika]

Her strides were long and steady as she moved across the room and out the large door with a purpose. Leaving mudbloods behind was always a rather worth while purpose. Once passing through the large door and into the quiet hall she stopped, letting her eyes closed as he took in a deep breath. She almost needed to hold her breath in the great hall, but here the air was al least tolerable. She picked up her steps again, moving further and further away from the chaos of breakfast with no particular destination in mind. She soon began to hear the sound of footsteps behind her, though she did not bother to look over her shoulder. She knew who it was.
“Some simply to not appreciate the power of silence.”<br>
She walked for a moment longer, hearing Pyro’s steps steadily behind her. She then stopped, taking another sip of her juice before turning to face him. “I have not decided upon a destination yet, but seeing as your mind is functioning far to clearly for the hour, should I assume you have a suggestion?”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro stopped short as Danika turned to him. He got a thoughtful look on his face. What could he do? Classes wouldn’t start for a while, and breakfast was only about half way done. So he had basically the whole castle to himself. A thought came to him. He could train.

He looked at Danika. “Well, as a matter of fact, I do, but I hardly doubt you would seem interested.” He walked foreword and moved past her. As he passed her he patted her on the shoulder. “Well, I’m off to train. See you around”<br>
He began to move down the Corridors. His pitcher of juice floating behind him.

[danika]

She glanced at the spot on her shoulder he touched as he passed her and moved down the corridor. She then looked back up at this figure that was starting to grow further away from her. This was quite the morning for surprises wasn’t it
“And what exactly do you mean by train?”<br>
Her idea of how to spend a morning, involved going back to bed, and here he was speaking of actually doing something. That was practically unthinkable at this hour in the morning. Besides that, he had yet to enlighten her with where she should go and that had been her purpose for stopping in the first place. She was still waiting for her answer.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro moved down the hallway. Figuering that Danika probably was done with her meeting with him. So he was surprised when her voice floated over to him. He stoped and turned around and looked at her. She had asked him what he ment by training. He arched an eyebrow.

"What do I mean by training? Martial arts. I agree it a muggle activity, but I found great use for it." He glanced over at his wand. "Expecially since if a wizard looses this little piece of wood. Hes almost as helpless as a average muggle. I hate that feeling. So I took Martial arts."

[danika]

She paused when he brought up Martial Arts. She was familiar with the form of defense, thought only mildly. She had met a rather powerful witch from Japan, or whatever country it was they practiced martial arts. Geography studies were not a high priority for her. They had met in Milan at a fashion show once and the girl…though she could not remember her name and that was not about to bother her, kept trying to explain influence from her own land and then spoke of Martial Arts and how it was a viable form of defense and how it improved one’s reflexes. Yes, the girl said that it was practiced in all the schools wherever it was she came from.

“Martial Arts.” She repeated, raising and eyebrow. “I think you were born in the wrong area of the world.”<br>
Her opinion on the whole matter was simply never to be separated from one’s wand. Then one would never need another form of defence.


(( I apologize [first time I have ever written that in a Danika post...] for the delay, a combination of exams and a bit more travel seem to have minimized my posting time ))

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He smirked. "Cultures and arts travel through out the world. Just because I was born in a certain culture does not mean I have to remain trapped in that way of life. If I so desired I can go and do what I wanted. Martial arts roots may have started in some other culture. I do not neccesarily know, I dont bother myself with its history. I just practice the here and now of it." He brought his wand out in front of him and held it in his fist. His thum was placed on the tip of the wand. Doing this caused him to break his spell and the pitcher of juice clattered to floor. Looking at his wand in this position he could feel rage begin to boil in his stomach. "I could brake this little piece of wood with hardly any effort. If a wizard was to loose his wand where would he be? Hed be defenceless and completly helpless. With his magical shield striped away a wizard is left with only his body as protection, and that body most likely will have grown frail and weak for having to rely on magic so much."

He glared down at the wand for a moment and than brought his gaze back up at her. "I refuse to allow myself to fall into the same rut that every wizard has fallen into. I will not become dependent on this piece of wood and its powers and allow my body to grow weak. Besides!" He was now nearly snarling as he spoke. "Whats to say magic is even that dependable! Magic backfires and fizzes out uncontrolably. Even Voldemort was defeated by a mere infant!" He fell silent and he looked back down at his wand. He seemed to grab a hold of himself, and than slowly he put his wand away and than looked at her. "You may say I was born in the wrong part of the world or that I am wasting my time. Just remember this, when your life is on the line, and you have lost your wand. What is going to save your life? Your family name or influence?" He snorted. "Family names can disapear like that." He snapped his fingers to excentuate the point.

[danika]

She let the corner of her lips curve into a slight smile as he started his rant. It seemed such a trend these days. All the little students deciding they had a purpose so valid they needed to educate the population. It was a pleasant surprise that at least…Pyro, yes that was his name, did have some opinion. No opinion was better than the wrong opinion, but the right opinion was better than none at all, and so far he seemed to stand for nothing.

After his snap had finished its soft echo in the empty hallway she lifted her hands to very slowly clap a few times.
“Congratulations, you have finally pulled yourself free of limbo and proved you have a spine. Though, one attached to a slightly inflated ego when it comes to rescuing damsels who are far from distressed. Now while you family name speech is oh so touching, its not the route to take with a girl who will not need saving. Wizards who fail in their magic are stupid in their actions, and Voldermort is no exception of that.” She paused for a moment, her gaze looking down at her shirt so she could smooth it before she spoke again “I never said it was a waste of time, after all its your time not mine. Oh, and the next time you try to scare me into thinking your right, don’t. That is a waste of your breath, but more importantly my time. I’m not afraid of your idea of future events, after all, its only death.”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Despite the mocking clap she was doing. Pyro couldnt help but chuckle deeply at her comment. "Scare you? Into thinking I'm right? I'm merely giving reasons as to why I do the things I do. I care not if you agree or disagree with me." He couldn't help but wonder what made this girl think she was so special. In his eyes she was nothing but another prideful Slytherin. Granted she did have a powerfull family name, but still, it was just a name, and she didn't incorporate that power into the name. That was the kind of power Pyro hated the most.

He was slightly confused though. "Tell me, what damsel am I trying to save?" Again he could not supress a smile and a chuckle. "Ahh, yes, the all powerful, 'its only death' comment. I do believe it's funny how many people have said that same exact thing. Yet when it comes to their time, they desperatly claw at every twig to try and safe themseves." He realized he still had his wand held in front of him and he twirled it throught his fingers and sliped it into his pocket. He than brought his attention back to her. "And if it was such a waste of your time? Why did you bring up the subject?

[danika]

Her gaze stayed steadily upon him as he reply to her comments. For one who seemed to prefer not to state his own opinion, at least one could provoke him enough to express it. He showed promise for a third year, but then any third year who wasn’t trotting after older students as if they were a demigod showed promise these days. Wizard bloodlines really were going down hill.

He paused for a moment before replying, choosing only the most important comment that he had made to speak about. She cared not to waste her breath, not matter what he seemed to think. Her voice was steady, her accent almost thicker than normal as her honey eyes began shifting to the icy blue color they changed to when someone challenged her opinion.
“Your right, too many wizards fake bravery when it comes to passing into the other side. It is easy to pretend you don’t fear something when you don’t have to face it. Those are the wizards though who can never back up their own opinions, instead they sway with the crowds simply agreeing with whatever seems to be popular thinking for the time. When I say its only death I mean it. I beg for nothing, and ask for help from no one. When it is my time to die I will accept it gratefully. At least it will get me out of this filthy mudblood run world.”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro watched her and noticed a slight change in her eyes. He couldnt tell at first, but after a second glance he finaly noticed what had changed. The color in her eyes had changed. 'Well, thats interesting.' He thought to himself. This wasnt the time or the place to get into it though so he stored it into the back of his mind.

He listened quietly to her comment and couldn't help but sigh. "Yes, to true. Although there is one thing. How do we know what the true realm of death will hold? How do you know that death will be Muggle free? You may die and be delivered away from this Mudblood invested world and find yourself in a eternity of another mudblood invested domain." He had to agree with her method. If there was anything that sickened him the most it was someone begging for their life. Pyro never pictured himself dieng easily. He was able to easily see if a situation was hopeless, but he would never beg for his life when faced with death. Although if anyone tried to kill him he would fight them to his last breath, but never would he beg.

[danika]

Their conversation soothed, her mood mellowed and her eyes eased back to their natural deep honey color. A slight smile cured the very corner of her lip, and her gaze stayed focused on him for a moment longer. He was an interesting boy, caught somewhere in between wanting to belong and believing in what he chose too. It wasn’t that bad of a combination really, there were much worse. Perhaps with age his values would become more defined.

“An optimistic thought perhaps, that perhaps in death at least muggles will disappear into the filth they are, and finally leave us in peace. I would of course prefer that a pure would rise up and strike them down and let me life in a much…cleaner, world, but then I have never been one to live on nothing more than a hope, and these days even purebloods let you down.”<br>
She stepped back from him, glancing down the hall they had been walking down before letting her gaze return to Pyro.
“So, do we part ways here?”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

It seemed the conversation was calming back down. He smirked at her comment. "Yes, it wishfull thinking that maybe in death we will finally be rid of those muggles." He fell quiet and droped his gaze to the ground for a moment when she mentioned that even purebloods could let you down nowadays. "So can family." He muttered quietly.

He quickly looked back up at her. He glanced down the hallway in the direction he was heading. All thoughts of training had left his mind and now he wasnt even in the mood for it anymore. He looked back at her and smirked slightly. "Well, I dont know. I'm no longer in the mood for physical training. So if you have anything else in mind, we can continue this 'quality time' of ours."

[danika]

She heard his mumbled response about family, and she tilted her head ever so slightly, eyes narrowing. She heard his comment, though just barely. She teetered along the edge of wanting to know why he said such a thing, or simply not caring. Finally she shrugged, glancing over Pyro’s shoulder as he thoughts moved to other things.

“Family are often the worst. They are still witches and wizards, capable of all the same degrading actions, only we think higher of them, so when they show their despicable selves, we are caught off guard.”<br>
She paused after her reply, taking a long sip of her drink as she thought for a moment about what she wanted to do in the short time she still had between now and when class started.
“All I care to do at this moment is to sit and enjoy my breakfast with out the stench of mudbloods. If you are aware of a location, other than the common room, you are welcome to direct our path that way.”

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro couldnt help but look down at the floor as she commented on family. In response he merely nodded his head in agreement. She mentioned a quiet place to eat breakfest.

Pyro had already eaten his breakfest, but the prospect of finding a quiet place, away from the noise of all the annoying kids was a very tempting prospect. He thought for a moment than looked at her. "You know, I know a very quiet place, atleast, its nice and quiet while all the others are eating. Follow me."

He turned and walked down the hall. He lead her the courtyard. Pyro looked aound, the place was deserted, everyone was still eating. Never had the courtyard been so quiet. There was tree that provided some shade from the sun. Pyro motioned to it. "This is a great place, when no one is around creating a lot of noise." Pyro walked over to the tree and grabed a low hanging branch and pulled himself up into the tree.