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Post by Williard Thoth R4 on Sept 16, 2009 19:41:15 GMT
It was a clear, grey winter sky with the exception of a Black Owl that Williard had been watching for some time now flying off into the distance. All sound was muted and it was cold. Everyone was in the castle preparing to leave for Christmas holiday, but Williard, however, was already packed and was just waiting to board the Hogwarts Express when the time came to do so. It had been a few days since his incident with Kellan, and he hadn’t felt any better since that night. So, Williard took care to make sure he avoided his cousin at all costs since then. As hurt as he was, he tried to think of how when they got home, Kellan would have to speak to him; Kellan’s parents didn’t really put up with Kellan being too mean to Williard. But still, he didn’t want Kellan to speak to him out of that circumstance; he genuinely wanted to be close to his cousin. But, what exactly could he do?
He flipped his mother’s folded up letter in his hand a few times. He had received it the previous day. It was filled with warm wishes and her letting Williard know how excited she was and how she and his father couldn’t wait to see him. He smiled at the thought of seeing his parents again. The thought of them alone was comforting enough, especially since Williard had been strangely disconnected from everyone and everything here at school; mostly because so much had changed for him this year. He needed to go home and get himself together. He knew it. He'd come back refreshed and ready to go.
He stood up, his boots sinking into the thick layer of snow that covered the grounds. He dusted his back side off and continued to walk. It was sort of a tradition for Williard to just walk around the grounds before he went home for any of the holidays. It was his little way of appreciating where he was and all that was around him. Then, and Williard wasn't sure how the sequence of events had happened, but he heard a bang, and snow blew all over him, chilling his eyes and nose; which was all that was exposed of his face.
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Post by Dylan Caoimhe on Oct 6, 2009 2:14:01 GMT
Dylan tied his letter to Hannah around Tynan's leg a little tightly; he only had a fairly small piece of string to use and didn't want to risk it falling off somewhere. After, sighing, he rubbed the top of his owl's head with the back of his index finger, and then lowered his arm so that Tynan could perch himself on it. He had very long and sharp talons, and even through his thick winter coat, Dylan felt the slightest of pricks in his forearm. He raised the great black bird, and Tynan flew off, hooting arrogantly, as if saying to Dylan that he would never find a better owl anywhere. Dylan smiled and sat down, staring after him. He supposed maybe he should have went back to the orphanage for Christmas holiday, but he felt his alternate choice was definitely better.
Last summer, Dylan had spent about a week at the Leaky Cauldron; Hannah, the owner of his orphanage, had arranged for it when a pipe had burst in the very top floor of their building. While staying there, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, had let Dylan be a bus boy when an employee did not show up for work. Dylan who was eating at the time, and now did not know why he had even volunteered, had offered to help that night. Well, Dylan had did a good job and was even payed for his services. So, thinking that he had made a good enough impression, Dylan wrote to Tom asking if he could work at the Leaky Cauldron over Winter Holiday. And to his surprise, Tom had not only said yes, but would be allowing Dylan free meals and lodging, though he would only be making a few sickles an hour. But, Dylan accepted nonetheless.
So, he would be working, making some form of money. Not a lot, but he knew he honestly could not have hoped for any better of a situation. Collecting his thoughts, he got up, walked down the stairs, and exited the Owlery. Taking out his wand, he absent mindedly shot spells into the snow covered ground. His mind seemed to wander from thought to thought, nothing really sticking or pressing enough for a moments contemplation. Then, to his surprise, he had heard a bang, and looked up to see someone covered in snow.
"Oh. Uh......apologies..... about that," Dylan said carelessly.
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Post by Williard Thoth R4 on Oct 22, 2009 1:17:29 GMT
Williard reached inside his pocket and pulled out his wand as someone was apologizing to him, but he didn't quite recognize the voice. He waved his wand across his face, and the chilling snow disappeared. He knew his face was red from the cold of it. "That's alright I gue.......Dylan?" Williard was surprised and happy at the very same time to have bumped into him, but he also had a sense of foreboding, considering Dylan was technically the reason as to why Kellan was now angry as ever with him. But of course, Williard couldn't possibly blame Dylan; not for his own bad judgment. "Uh.......hey," Williard said putting his wand back inside of his coat pocket. "Er.......thanks for helping me out the other day with Quidditch and all. I really appreciated it......a lot." He felt kind of odd in the sense that Dylan was significantly older than he was, but he kept talking anyway.
"So......what are you up to? Are you excited about going home for Christmas Holiday?" Williard knew that he must have sounded stupid when he asked that question. After all, wasn't every student in Hogwarts excited about a break from school? But, he wanted to talk to Dylan, and while that may have been a boring conversation starter, he needed to start somewhere.
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Post by Dylan Caoimhe on Nov 11, 2009 23:21:21 GMT
"That's alright I gue.......Dylan?"
"....Williard?" Dylan felt the smallest urge to apologize further but dismissed it almost completely. Williard was a nice, harmless little guy......he supposed that was why he felt odd about exploding snow into his face, but for some reason, he felt as if he had exploded snow into a professor's face or something of the sort.
"Uh.......hey,"
"Hey," Dylan said stowing his wand away and starting to walk past the second year when he spoke again thanking him for helping him train the other day. "It was nothing. Don't mention it." Dylan said turning again, but Williard spoke up again. And while it was a harmless question, Dylan couldn't help but feel it intrusive and somewhat rude. Obviously, Williard came from a pretty good home; he probably had a mother and father that cared for and loved him. He was probably sheltered beyond belief.......of course he would assume that everyone else had the same situation, and Dylan being in Slytherin, Williard probably assumed that he had come from some rich, snobby family; not a rinky-dink orphanage in Bristol. But he put his thoughts to the side and answered his question anyway.
"Sure.....I'm excited for holiday. A break from school would be nice. But I'm not going 'home.'" Dylan had said the last sentence very adamantly. "I'm going to work over break and try to make some money. Seems a much better use of my time." Realizing that he had just said a little more than what he had meant to say, Dylan continued walking and called back to Williard over his shoulder. "I gotta go. See you around."
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Post by Williard Thoth R4 on Nov 11, 2009 23:41:18 GMT
Williard couldn't quite believe his ears. Dylan would rather work than go home and be with his family? Even though he didn't understand, he pushed the thought away, not wanting to say anything to offend Dylan. After all, he didn't know what Dylan's life at home was like. Maybe it wasn't a very happy place. Maybe he didn't get along with his parents, or some other members of his family. Williard knew what that was like. Wait.....his family, Williard thought. The Caoimhe's.............
As he went off into thoughts of all kinds of possibilities, Dylan continued walking and was biding goodbye when Williard was unable to suppress another urge. He knew it would sound crazy and that Dylan would more than likely flat out refuse, but he had to try. Didn't he? "Well hey, you could come over to my house for Christmas dinner if you want. Surely wherever you're working isn't open on Christmas day, and you shouldn't have to spend that day alone." He felt slightly embarrassed, and knew even though he couldn't feel his face from all the cold, color had set in his cheeks. He was being to bold and he knew it. He just hoped Dylan would think him looney and not want to talk to him ever again.
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Post by Dylan Caoimhe on Nov 13, 2009 19:07:36 GMT
Dylan stopped walking and stood stark still; his back still turned to Williard. Did he seriously just invite him over to his house for Christmas dinner? Dylan suppressed a laugh, and it took him a good while before he could actually turn around and look Williard in the face; he wanted to be absolutely sure he could with out laughing hysterically. But, Dylan soon wished he had not chuckled at all. The look on Williard's face was so purely hopeful that any amusement that he had previously had in him vanished entirely. Dylan felt as if some little kid had asked him some stupid question, and of course, he was unable to be rude because it was a little kid, and none of the questions that they asked were exactly stupid because usually, they genuinely didn't know the answer. But this was something very different. Entirely different all together. "Um..............," a small smile came to his lips, but only because he was genuinely stumped and didn't know what to say.
"Um..............I don't know," he said pulling his gloves further down on his wrists and hands. "I'll..............I'll think about it." And with that, Dylan continued walking up into the castle. There was no way in hell Dylan was even going to contemplate going over Williard's for Christmas. All he wanted was to spend time alone, with his own thoughts, away from everyone and everything. But, he couldn't help but feel somewhat flattered, and at that moment, he realized that it was because that had been the first time anyone had ever invited him over to their house for dinner. But Dylan shook it off and continued toward the Slytherin Common Room. Williard sure was bold, he thought. After all, not many Ravenclaw second years would have the courage to try and befriend a sixth year Slytherin. It was slightly uncomfortable; it went against the order of things here at Hogwarts. But then, Dylan never went with the order of things here at Hogwarts.
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