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Felixir · 08-29-2016, 12:12 AM

SPOILER!!: #daslan

Quote:

Originally Posted by nicole black

Summer was over, it was a cliched thought and Aslan was well aware, but that hardly revoked the truth behind it. Summer was over, Egypt was now a craving instead of a dream and the money she had spent the better part of last term gathering up was, well, spent. Gone. Poof.

In retrospect she considered herself immensely foolish for not accepting Bastien Toussaint's monetary gift, if she had said yes... She would have felt indebted, and poor, and foolish in ways she would never have forgave. No, it was better this way. Better to be broke and have kept her shredded dignity than to be owe a friend what she might never be able to return (even if it meant less money for Adrastos to spend on Honeydukes).

Indebted. Indebted. Everyone was indebted in one way or another to the people around them. Friendship was a debt to be repaid, or that was the way it seemed to the Laconic Gryffindor. She had participated in many friendships over the course of these five years. Many had faded, some had endured, but all were a battle of give and take. It was fascinating, occasionally frustrating and in certain cases... Comforting.

Aslan reached up, her small fingers itching to busy themselves with her hair, the string of her peasant blouse, or the small garnet dangling from her choker, but she stopped herself, instead sticking her hands back into the pockets of her jean shorts as she walked in search of Brian Woods, Hazel Haddock or even Esme... Whatever her last name happened to be. She had left Adrastos to his own devices and despite being a solitary creature, Aslan felt her time on the Hogwarts express would be best wasted away in the company of another.

Peeking into compartments, she found most to be empty or at least, empty of those she hoped to find.

Clucking her tongue, she carried on in her search, her foot falls light, her mind heavy.

There was only one person she wished not to meet, but soon she would see that Fate had other ideas.

That he had had an eventful summer was an understatement; indeed, every one of Daxton's summers since starting at Hogwarts had been 'eventful', and never in a particularly good way. The last couple of months had been a time of uncertainty and instability, and he had not had much time to settle into any of the places he had stayed.

The last few weeks had been spent with the Kettleburns, thanks to Daxton's own moment of weakness wherein he had confided in Char about his situation, and she, in turn, had offered a temporary solution. Now, however, since the events of the last few days had played out, Daxton was no longer sure just how temporary a solution it was likely to be.

Now traversing the train corridor alone, Daxton took the time to reflect on how strange it was that he could be so resentful of the fact that he was going back to Hogwarts, and yet feel almost relieved to be in familiar surroundings, heading towards a familiar location, and surrounded by familiar people. He resented that, too; the idea that only familiarity should be any source of 'comfort' to him. That was not the kind of person he wanted to be.

Treading his way through the middle section of the train, tired and only really half-present, Daxton kept his eyes fixed on the hair of the girl walking a little way ahead of him, focusing on the way her brown locks cascaded down her back, occasionally glinting in the early September sun that shone through the train windows. It was what Daxton would have considered to be an inordinate amount of time before he finally snapped back to reality enough to realise just who it was he was following.

Aslan.

The revelation made him hesitate slightly mid-step, bringing his foot down half a beat late and interrupting the steady rhythm of his gait. In the next moment, he had lengthened his stride, as though to catch up with her, though there was no sense of urgency in his movements, and he did nothing to actively gain her attention.

08-29-2016, 12:12 AM	#11 (permalink)
Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,292 Hogwarts RPG Name: Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ivor Balfour Spurling Stemp Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Dragomirov Petrov Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBC Slytherin Hogwarts RPG Name: August Arthur Orpington Ravenclaw Second Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: #daslan Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black Summer was over, it was a cliched thought and Aslan was well aware, but that hardly revoked the truth behind it. Summer was over, Egypt was now a craving instead of a dream and the money she had spent the better part of last term gathering up was, well, spent. Gone. Poof. In retrospect she considered herself immensely foolish for not accepting Bastien Toussaint's monetary gift, if she had said yes... She would have felt indebted, and poor, and foolish in ways she would never have forgave. No, it was better this way. Better to be broke and have kept her shredded dignity than to be owe a friend what she might never be able to return (even if it meant less money for Adrastos to spend on Honeydukes). Indebted. Indebted. Everyone was indebted in one way or another to the people around them. Friendship was a debt to be repaid, or that was the way it seemed to the Laconic Gryffindor. She had participated in many friendships over the course of these five years. Many had faded, some had endured, but all were a battle of give and take. It was fascinating, occasionally frustrating and in certain cases... Comforting. Aslan reached up, her small fingers itching to busy themselves with her hair, the string of her peasant blouse, or the small garnet dangling from her choker, but she stopped herself, instead sticking her hands back into the pockets of her jean shorts as she walked in search of Brian Woods, Hazel Haddock or even Esme... Whatever her last name happened to be. She had left Adrastos to his own devices and despite being a solitary creature, Aslan felt her time on the Hogwarts express would be best wasted away in the company of another. Peeking into compartments, she found most to be empty or at least, empty of those she hoped to find. Clucking her tongue, she carried on in her search, her foot falls light, her mind heavy. There was only one person she wished not to meet, but soon she would see that Fate had other ideas. That he had had an eventful summer was an understatement; indeed, every one of Daxton's summers since starting at Hogwarts had been 'eventful', and never in a particularly good way. The last couple of months had been a time of uncertainty and instability, and he had not had much time to settle into any of the places he had stayed. The last few weeks had been spent with the Kettleburns, thanks to Daxton's own moment of weakness wherein he had confided in Char about his situation, and she, in turn, had offered a temporary solution. Now, however, since the events of the last few days had played out, Daxton was no longer sure just how temporary a solution it was likely to be. Now traversing the train corridor alone, Daxton took the time to reflect on how strange it was that he could be so resentful of the fact that he was going back to Hogwarts, and yet feel almost relieved to be in familiar surroundings, heading towards a familiar location, and surrounded by familiar people. He resented that, too; the idea that only familiarity should be any source of 'comfort' to him. That was not the kind of person he wanted to be. Treading his way through the middle section of the train, tired and only really half-present, Daxton kept his eyes fixed on the hair of the girl walking a little way ahead of him, focusing on the way her brown locks cascaded down her back, occasionally glinting in the early September sun that shone through the train windows. It was what Daxton would have considered to be an inordinate amount of time before he finally snapped back to reality enough to realise just who it was he was following. Aslan. The revelation made him hesitate slightly mid-step, bringing his foot down half a beat late and interrupting the steady rhythm of his gait. In the next moment, he had lengthened his stride, as though to catch up with her, though there was no sense of urgency in his movements, and he did nothing to actively gain her attention. __________________