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HaRoHeGiNeLu · 02-15-2012, 03:26 AM

Text Cut: *pokes her too*

Those were fantastic questions. Questions that Ellie had no idea how to respond. Until he continued, that is. Then she was answer ready. "All the times I've been in there, my eyes have been on a Snitch. I wasn't paying attention to the beams aside from avoiding them." Obviously. She'd done a pretty good job of it, too, though. Only that one really bad time. And that other time she scraped her shoulder.

"I just think that if I can go in there at my own pace and like...make some kind of mental map, going through the stands'll become second nature." Basically. She had an analogy, too, though. Wait for it. "Like, remember when you first came to Hogwarts? How the castle was massive and it was so easy to get lost in?" Surely he did. They've all been there. "But you keep exploring and roaming and eventually you learn all the paths you can take. Which tapestries have passages behind them. And which of those result in dead ends. And which stairs to skip." Ellie was a little first year and behind the stands was her Hogwarts. In the analogy. "I just have to explore and then I'll know when beams'll pop up, and how to turn to avoid them."

And then Treyen sighed. And his sighs scared her more than his angry eyes.

She felt defeated, but smiled. She didn't mind their arguing, honestly. But for underlying reasons that Treyen was probably too RIDICULOUS to see. So...whatever. "I'm sorry." For arguing.

He was free to take another step closer. And another. And he should.

Actually, she NEEDED him closer. So Ellie reached out her hand for him. "Come back? Please?"

No, really, he HAD to come. Because ALL BAD THINGS WERE HAPPENING. The sighing was bad, but she could and has dealt with it on several occasions. The lip biting, though, was AWFUL. Ellie'd only seen him do so a couple times and it was HORRIBLE every time. So she needed him.

She wasn't going to say that she understood him. Though she thought she did. "You don't have to apologize."

02-15-2012, 03:26 AM	#409 (permalink)
HaRoHeGiNeLu Bicorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: EST Posts: 16,579 Hogwarts RPG Name: Valerie Warren First Year x8	Satisfied Neon Text Cut: pokes her too Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian Eyes entirely locked on hers when his name was mentioned. There was something true about her statement, though, he'd want to be with her, yes, but not at the mercy of his heart. He'll even get wrinkles from all the frowning, yes? He opened his mouth, but closed it again. No comments, apparently. Ah, but..., "You've been there loads before? Then why bother?" wait, he could explain his reasoning behind the questions, right after he shrugged, "It seems that it doesn't matter how many times you've been there, you still don't know your way inside the stands." When he said it like that...he may be right. Then again, it didn't matter if one knew the structure by perfection, the adrenaline and super speed on game day will probably play tricks on one's mind. So, see? He didn't want her to put herself through this, never mind how much she did. There HAD to be another way for him to help her. HAD to be. This couldn't be IT. SIGH. He couldn't do this. Them. This relationship. He loved her, but Quidditch always managed to put them against each other, and he hated that. He hated not being able to understand her passion completely. He hated that he couldn't fully enjoy a game if she was playing. That's what she loved, and all he loved was her. She didn't understand either. How he felt. One more step was given towards her, but that was the last one he'll possibly take. "Us." BUT..., "Arguing." Because THIS was an argument, whether she liked it or not. "I hate it. I don't want to fight with you." Who would want to? Ravenclaws were brilliant when it came to winning arguments, no? "I'm sorry." He bit his lip and looked away. Feeling oh-so-vulnerable right there. "I just need you to understand my perspective. AND she understood, she was just too stubborn to accept it. Eyes and tone, everything was softer than before. Those were fantastic questions. Questions that Ellie had no idea how to respond. Until he continued, that is. Then she was answer ready. "All the times I've been in there, my eyes have been on a Snitch. I wasn't paying attention to the beams aside from avoiding them." Obviously. She'd done a pretty good job of it, too, though. Only that one really bad time. And that other time she scraped her shoulder. "I just think that if I can go in there at my own pace and like...make some kind of mental map, going through the stands'll become second nature." Basically. She had an analogy, too, though. Wait for it. "Like, remember when you first came to Hogwarts? How the castle was massive and it was so easy to get lost in?" Surely he did. They've all been there. "But you keep exploring and roaming and eventually you learn all the paths you can take. Which tapestries have passages behind them. And which of those result in dead ends. And which stairs to skip." Ellie was a little first year and behind the stands was her Hogwarts. In the analogy. "I just have to explore and then I'll know when beams'll pop up, and how to turn to avoid them." And then Treyen sighed. And his sighs scared her more than his angry eyes. She felt defeated, but smiled. She didn't mind their arguing, honestly. But for underlying reasons that Treyen was probably too RIDICULOUS to see. So...whatever. "I'm sorry." For arguing. He was free to take another step closer. And another. And he should. Actually, she NEEDED him closer. So Ellie reached out her hand for him. "Come back? Please?" No, really, he HAD to come. Because ALL BAD THINGS WERE HAPPENING. The sighing was bad, but she could and has dealt with it on several occasions. The lip biting, though, was AWFUL. Ellie'd only seen him do so a couple times and it was HORRIBLE every time. So she needed him. She wasn't going to say that she understood him. Though she thought she did. "You don't have to apologize." __________________ a *practical* person, who *may be considered a perfectionist, perhaps you like being organised* or *paying close attention to detail*, you are...