Mary Fulton
Aqua Student - Year 6
I just want everybody to get along
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Post by Mary Fulton on Aug 4, 2015 18:35:04 GMT -5
Elsie Beren
Mary cocked her head in confusion. "Fairy godmother?" But before she could ask, Elsie was tugging her back up to the dorm rooms, almost frantically: a woman on a mission. "Um ... right in here," she said, opening the door with a giggle of bafflement. Some of the other girls seemed a bit put out by the stranger in their room, but Elsie dealt beautifully with their complaints, graceful and gracious as always.
It was so amazing how she could do that.
"Are you going to ask me what's in the box?"
Strangely, the mere existence of the box was making Mary ... well, choked-up. It was going to be something beautiful, wasn't it? And not only the contents themselves, but simply the fact that Elsie had thought of her, and ... oh, she had suspicions. It was a good thing she wasn't a makeup wearer because she had a feeling that the contents of this box might make her bawl.
Fingers moving shyly to her hair, Mary blushed a bit and said, "Thank you. I would absolutely help you with your hair, whenever you want!" Then she approached hesitantly to sit down next to Elsie and stare at the box for a moment, simply marveling at its existence. She already knew it; this was going to be the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.
Swallowing hard, she looked up to grin at Elsie. "All right, I'll humor you. What's in the box, Elsie?"
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Theodore Keating
Aer Student - Head Boy
Haven't you heard the word of my wanting?
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Post by Theodore Keating on Aug 4, 2015 18:57:57 GMT -5
You know he was so excited when he was told that he was made head boy. He thought it would be just the best year of his life, and with Serafina as head girl... The two of them were suppose to be unstoppable. But now he was just... Well no it was just alot of responsibility without the person that found a way to make these little stupid jobs worth doing.
Most of all he couldn't wander across the floor and go talk to Vinayak, at least not yet. After everything Aedan said about him in the dining hall, rumors had been flying like mad. Was he really someone who slept with boys? Wasn't he and Serafina a thing? Weren't they promised to be married? But he spent so much time with that one boy and...
Was it too late to just disspeared? He really really wanted to just disappear. You know no one would even notice if he was gone because no one would probably care all that much if the head boy left early to go back to keeping himself looked away from the world now that his best friend was dead at the hands of the teacher that was suppose to be watching them tonight. Was it just him or did that feel a touch Ironic? The man couldn't protect the woman he loved or his children... not that he knew but still. He tortured little girls and killed other teachers and he was suppose to be watching them?
God he couldn't wait until he could leave his school.
Vinayak had gone to talk to a girl which just made him want to curl up into a hole and wait for this whole day to be over. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, returning back to watching the first years like he was suppose to.
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Post by Viola Tilly on Aug 4, 2015 19:05:00 GMT -5
Vinayak Dar“Vinayak. Happy Halloween,” Viola smiled kindly. She was a bit embarrassed, having jumped at his greeting. Redness tinted her cheeks at the compliment, not being used to such pleasantries. She looked down at her dress, almost forgetting what she was wearing. Swaying about, she looked back up at him.“Thank you, you look very handsome yourself.”
It was a much nicer setting and event than their previous time spent together. She was sure, knowing they weren’t well enough acquainted, that she wasn’t his first choice to converse with. She looked around, spotting those who are Vinayak’s usually company. Nodding to herself, she realized those characters were occupied. She didn’t mind, she, if anything, was thankful to be considered.
“Oh, I’m well.” Shifting her weight, Viola pushed a fleeing curl away from her face, “And how are you?”
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Post by Elsie Beren on Aug 4, 2015 19:30:20 GMT -5
"There's magic involved, I could totally be a fairy godmother. Even if I am younger than you." It was a strange kind of dance that they did, up and into Mary's room. Elsie pushed and pulled ahead in her excitement, Mary was the one who actually knew where they were going. Once she'd dealt with Mary's dorm mates they practically faded out of Elsie's world, Mary was the only one who was important right now. To her at least, she presumed that the other girls had some half-baked numbskulls waiting to slobber all over them given the chance.
Elsie could feel Mary already start to get slightly nervous about the box, and she knew that she had to get Mary into the dress before her friend started to even think about refusing the gift. And that expression had turned it into a gift, she'd figure out a way to make it up to her sister. There was no way, no incentive in the universe that would now make Elsie take the dress away from Mary after tonight. And she hadn't even seen it yet.
"Dangerous offer, Fulton. You might start receiving a deluge of hastily written notes about my hair from now on. Are you sure you want to open that can of worms?" Hair wasn't, and never had been Elsie's speciality. She didn't think she was going to admit that another girl in her house had graciously offered to do her hair, once she'd seen the mess Elsie had made of it. Slightly embarrassing, but much less so if Mary would do it for her in future.
A smile on Elsie's face split as it grew into an enormous grin. "Mary Fulton, meet your Halloween dress. Worn once before, sorry, but I couldn't manage any better on short notice." As she spoke she flipped the lid off of the box and lifted the dress by its top so that Mary could see it in all its glory. "Ta-dah!"
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Aedan O'Brien
Fuego Student - Year 7
one for your tummy, one for your cheek, one for the devil inside of me
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Post by Aedan O'Brien on Aug 4, 2015 19:32:45 GMT -5
Hallie Keating
"Why, yes. Yes, she does," Aedan replied to his cousin, eyes wide as he made his way forward to meet Hallie. Maureen, of course, kept hanging onto his arm and following him, which was a bit of an annoyance. "You know, love," he snapped as they made their way through the crowd, "you're going to have to let go at some point."
Maureen couldn't help but feel hurt at his tone, but she wasn't surprised. Aedan often spoke this way. He could go from sweet and affectionate to cold and angry in a millisecond. She hoped for Hallie's sake that he was better at controlling it in conversations with her. "You're the one who made me come here," she pointed out, and her own voice was rather snappy in return.
For a brief moment, he halted, turned on his heel, and just glared into her eyes. Maureen winced, expecting the worst, but he just turned again, presenting the same sweet expression to Hallie that he'd been wearing mere moments before.
He could really be ... well, rather frightening. Maureen felt nervous and off-balance, but she did her best to hug Hallie back just as warmly. She didn't speak, though. Suddenly she just wanted to get inside the dining hall and find someone to talk to who wasn't Aedan.
"Thank you, dear. As do you," he replied, taking Hallie's hand and lowering his face to kiss it. "Well, then ... shall we?" Offering his arm, he led the two girls into the dining hall. Maureen waved goodbye to Hallie before disappearing into the crowd. It wasn't as though she had a specific place to go, but now that Aedan was annoyed with her, she just wanted as much distance from him as possible.
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Jackson Reed
School Groundskeeper
Some bonds are stronger than blood.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Aug 4, 2015 19:37:17 GMT -5
Knee high leather riding boots, a sky blue uniform with all of its ribbons, and badges. A heavy black leather trench coat hung from his shoulders, and a white silk scarf wrapped around his neck topped off his outfit. His wild unruly black hair was slicked down, and back from his face, his eyes watching everything and everyone, like a hawk watching over a field. Folding his hands behind his back, Jackson walked around, smiling and nodding to those that acknowledged him, and slowly made his way to where Professor Antonucchi stood. Stopping next to him, Jackson looked out at the kids, and nodded, "WEll... at least some of us can find this enjoyable..." Coughing into his elbow, Jackson sighed, and rubbed his neck through the scarf. "By the lord, I just want to go to sleep..." Seeing the look that Pietro gave him, Jackson shrugged, and moved on, 'Dick.' He thought quietly o himself as he paused by the table containing the food, and drinks.
When he looked back up, Jackson felt his heart jump when Maureen walked in. The girl was absolutely beautiful, and he could only smile. She deserved a night to be happy, when she looked toward him, he smiled slightly, and nodded. Winking he looked away, and grabbed a kids hand as he went to drop something into the punch. "Nice try, boy." Jackson stuffed the vial into his coat, and looked up, hoping to catch Maureens eye again, but frowned as she was already talking with her friends. Oh well, maybe later.
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Post by James Novak on Aug 4, 2015 19:39:06 GMT -5
To say that he even had the slightest bit of interest to go to this thing was a total understatement. He had zero desire to be in a room with anyone from this school. It seemed like no matter where he turned or what he did there was someone there with another reason to hate him or his family and it really was making for the most miserable of school experiences. And he had always been slightly reserved, never one for having alot of friends or anything but with Serafina gone there really wasn't anyone he could talk to about anything anymore.
Point being: Why was he even still in this school?
It's true there was zero here for him anymore, a family that hated him and people that hated him because of his last name. You know it was at the point where he felt like if he disappeared tomorrow no one would really notice, and those that did wouldn't care.
Still he felt like as long as he was here he had to try so despite the fact that he was still on crutches because his knee was still a mess after what River did to him, he made his way towards the dining hall. Every step closer to it made his scars burn and that stupid fucking tattoo on his chest hurt, this was a terrible fucking idea wasn't it?
Yeah yeah it was because he got to the hall, realized that he didn't want to be anywhere near almost all of these people who all seemed to glare at him the second he got in there so he simply turned around in order to head outside and smoke. You know what fuck trying it clearly just wasn't worth it anymore.
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Aug 4, 2015 20:11:23 GMT -5
James Novak / Jackson Reed / Emyr Sayer
Thinking for the moment only about getting away from Aedan, Maureen darted as quickly as she could between the different people, her peripheral vision filling with strange blurs until WHAM! She crashed into someone who was moving against the flow of people going into the dining hall.
"Oh, I'm sor- " she began, looking up only to see that face ... the one that popped up in her nightmares along with Pietro's and River's and Enzo's.
I'm so sorry - spineless pig-shit - Crucio - don't disappoint me - give my regards to - we must look at our professors when they speak to us -
"Um," she choked out, looking for a long moment into his eyes before darting away to the right, only to see Professor Antonucchi, so she zig-zagged again to the left and there was Jackson smiling and winking but all she could really do was give a little half-wave and -
She needed to dance with someone. She needed to dance with someone right now and she obviously couldn't dance with Jackson but who was that, sitting alone at a table, looking handsome?
He would do. He would do just fine.
Her heart was pounding by the time she halted next to his chair, but that was all right. "I'm Maureen," she said abruptly, grabbing Emyr's hand, making it very clear that she would not take no for an answer, "and I want to dance with you."
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Aug 4, 2015 20:42:15 GMT -5
The awkward nothing that had been his night up until this point had become bizarrely comfortable. Emyr hadn't expected anything else out of it, and trying to connect the dots between the swirling mass of students was immensely entertaining. She had cheated on him with- her? Maybe he was reading it wrong, but it was still fascinating either way. He was pissed, but mostly confused. The most interesting interaction he caught was by a girl just entering, hitting James as she came in. Emyr wasn't surprised that the boy had decided to leave, not after everything that had happened to him. He didn't know how he felt about James- after all, the boy had beaten him quite soundly once, but apparently someone else had done much worse to him in the interim time. It seemed like it wasn't worth being angry any more, especially after he'd lost one of his only visible friends.
The girl, on the other hand, he only vaguely recognised. She seemed to be running into a series of people she didn't want anything to do with, and he winced at the whole unfortunate spectacle. He considered trying to help when she made a beeline to his table and yanked him from his seat. At least he didn't have to think about what he could do. "Emyr. Pleased to meet you." Oh. That was where he recognised her from. He did his best to put that from his mind and he was dragged onto the dancefloor- though he found himself rather eager to dance.
As soon as they made it into the floor, he smoothly took over the lead, his hands nowhere that wasn't proper. Long rainy afternoons spent dancing came flooding back to him, and she turned out to be a surprisingly good dancer herself. A brief look around confirmed that they were easily outshining all the other dancers, though he was sure that Aedan and Hallie would give them a run for their money. Not that he would ever bet against Aedan, he figured there would be some kind of corporal punishment in place for doing that.
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Vinayak Dar
Aer Student - Year 6
Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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Post by Vinayak Dar on Aug 4, 2015 20:52:00 GMT -5
Viola Tilly / Theodore Keating
"Oh, thank you," he replied, glancing down at his suit. "I didn't really have time to think of a costume. Being here was a bit of a ... last-minute decision." He couldn't help but glance over at Theo again, who seemed to have hunched further into himself. Wait, was this wrong? He'd thought that talking to a girl instead of a guy would be helpful! But then ... Theo did know that he was attracted to girls as well as guys ...
For a brief moment, Vinayak's brow furrowed as he felt a sinking sensation in his gut. Well, then, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't spend the entire evening with Theo, not when people were already suspicious of them.
Oh, this was stupid. He shouldn't have come after all. Here he was trying to be supportive and simply failing at the entire endeavor.
"Um, to be honest?" he continued, turning back to Viola. "I feel awkward and out of place. But, overall, I suppose I'm doing well. Setting aside the fact that our school has become some sort of a battleground."
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Mary Fulton
Aqua Student - Year 6
I just want everybody to get along
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Post by Mary Fulton on Aug 4, 2015 21:07:02 GMT -5
Elsie Beren
"Um," Mary replied, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat, "I'll always be here to do your hair. I wouldn't call that a can of worms, not at all." More like a purse full of diamonds or ... or something else that was less corny. Once again, the feeling that she had something to contribute just made her heart start to glow. And then ... just ... wow.
Mary had never had a dress that hadn't been roughly made by her or her mother's hands. Those dresses had all been practical, made of itchy fabric and completely unflattering. They had pockets in them and were overly large so that she wouldn't quickly grow out of them. But this ... what was this even made of? The material was shiny and felt slippery under her fingers and, oh, the color, the warm, rich purple of it, it was just ... sumptuous. That was the word. That word had never had meaning until this moment.
Completely choked up, Mary suddenly burst into tears, pulling her hand away from the dress and turning so that she wouldn't ruin it with her crying. "I'm sorry," she gasped, "it's just ... I've never ... no one ever ... I didn't ... "
Well, wasn't that just the most eloquent thing she'd ever said?
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Post by Hallie Keating on Aug 4, 2015 21:12:54 GMT -5
Hallie could practically feel the uncomfortable tension growing between Aedan and Maureen as the three of them made their way into the front of the dining hall. Once past the entrance, Maureen quickly out led away from Aedan, shot her a weary smile, then disappeared into a group of people. Hallie frowned a bit, not sure what had exactly conspired between the two of them, but knowing Aedan, it probably hadn't been much to annoy him.
She grasped onto his arm lightly as she surveyed the unfolding scene before both of them. The party was just getting underway, and with the sound of festive music beginning to play in the air, a hint of excitement trickled through her veins. It had been so long since she had been able to-quite literally, let her hair down and have a bit of fun for a change. Smiling a bit, Hallie's eyes shifted to the left, where she noticed Theo standing by himself. A twinge of guilt, sadness, and sympathy hit her suddenly, and she swallowed the growing knot in her throat, unable to take her eyes off her sweet cousin.
"Do you mind if I talk to Theo for a bit?" She leaned closer to Aedan, informing him of her whereabouts if he needed to find her. "I won't be too long," she said with a reassuring, pleasant smile. After squeezing his arm gently, Hallie pulled away from Aedan, and quickly brushed and swiveled her way around fellow students until she had finally came to stand in front of him.
Theo didn't look at her right then, but she was sure that he knew it was her and not someone else standing in front of him. Hallie frowned deeply, overcome with sadness, then practically threw herself at him, unable to contain her grief for him any lomger. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she embraced him as lovingly as she knew how, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Theo," she whispered softly, her voice cracking a bit. "Oh, Theo, I'm so sorry. For everything. Really. Half of this is my fault, and don't you dare say it isn't."
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Post by James Novak on Aug 4, 2015 21:13:51 GMT -5
He probably took that turn way too fast, should have slowed down but nope. He ended up running into something and of all the people in the fucking world it had to be her. "S-sorry... Really sorry..." He stammered out before she quickly walked away and he was just frozen there for a few seconds. Really, he was so fucking sorry for everything. For what he did to her, for not being good enough to carry out what his father did to her. For having morals that he tried not to break and for... for existing. Because it just seemed like no matter what he didn't or say... there was no point. He would never make things right, never have a place here and never belong.
He did finally make it outside and down to the last, sitting on the hill looking over the lake fumbling with his cigarette before finally getting one lit and his in mouth. It was only then that he realized he had been crying. Great just bloody great how long had this been going on for? He wiped his cheeks and rested his head on his hand for a second, that moment with Maureen playing out in his head, followed by the sounds of her screams then his and wishing to god he never touched her but being terrified of what would happen if he didn't.
It was moments like this he wished he would gets these marks and scars off his body, each one severing as a sickening reminded of what he did or didn't do. How much of a Monster he could be, or a coward...
What's the point anymore?
He finally leaned back too just stare at the stars as he closed his eyes and tried to fight past what now felt like stock images that ran through his head everytime he did close his eyes. But no it did little good as he swallowed and blinked a few times to get any last tears out of his eyes. Well at least the stars were nice to look at, and stars can't hate you so he supposed a halloween filled with star watching wasn't the worst thing in the world. At least it's not nearly as painful as being in there.
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Aug 4, 2015 21:31:52 GMT -5
Emyr Sayer
"Emyr," she replied with a forced attempt at her sweetest smile. "A pleasure." Really, though, she didn't want to go through all the pleasantries right now. She wanted to dance. She wanted to be in the arms of some boy who wasn't going to hit her or yell at her or use the Cruciatus curse on her, and she couldn't have Jackson.
"S-sorry ... really sorry ... "
Crucio ...
Oh, but at least she'd chosen well. This Emyr boy was tall and handsome and an excellent dancer. Usually, Maureen was more skilled than whatever young man she was dancing with, and it made the whole thing obnoxious, but Emyr truly knew what he was doing. She didn't have to worry about anything, just follow his lead. He wasn't going to crash them into anyone else or step on her toes or do anything embarrassing. It was like floating, really. She could shut off her mind and send the bad thoughts away and just be safe and comfortable with a boy who wasn't actively harming her.
As he spun her and then pulled her back in, she looked up at him. "You're very skilled," Maureen offered with a much more genuine smile this time. "I could do this all night." It would be so much better than making awkward conversation with people who pitied her.
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Post by Elsie Beren on Aug 4, 2015 21:33:14 GMT -5
It was incredibly sweet how eager Mary was, and Elsie just wanted to give her a hug- but that didn't fit into their tight schedule. "I will make a note of that. Fifth year girls don't have much skill. Or at least the ones in my dorm." There were unsurprised chuckles from the other girls in the room, the inter-house rivalry ensured that none of them held any stock in a Fuego girl's ability to style hair. Elsie calmed the flare of annoyance that grew in her at their derision, that admission had been only for Mary. Not for any of them, or their smug grins. Especially not given the general standard of their hair. Why they hadn't asked Mary for help was beyond her.
Almost without warning, Mary burst into tears and Elsie was stunned into silence for a moment, before she took the dress from Mary's hands, put it down on the bed and hugged her friend. "Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it. It's just a dress." She had the momentary worry that she might get tear stains on her dress, but Mary being okay was in a totally different league of importance to the well-being of her dress. "You don't have to cry Mary." Elsie felt somewhat bad, she had never meant to cause her friend to cry. Had she done something wrong? Was Mary upset because Elsie had assumed that she wouldn't have anything to wear?
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