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Post by Idril Casey Flyer on May 10, 2010 5:47:28 GMT -5
Idril walked into the empty kitchen with a book in her hands holding it tightly on her chest. She took a deep breath smelling breakfast. She looked around and she saw the house elf cleaning. She smiled at the sight of plates with different dishes and jugs with milk and orange juice. A girl came up to table and took a seat. "Hi there. Thank you for a breakfast, dear? Bon appetit." she said laughing lightly. She put her book on a table and smiled at a house elf.
It was unbelievable how that girl still could smile. Her parents were in separation because of other family members opinions. Lisa was rude to her and because of her other Slytherins too. Yes, it was true, Idril father was a muggle-born wizard and married a pureblood witch but it does not mean he's worse. Idril loved her father more than anybody else. It hurt her that they both had been marked as black-sheep. Hatred towards them has been showing for all those past years since she was born. She did not understand that but she could not take it to heart so much or she would be depressed all the time.
Idril poured some milk into a glass and put a jug back on the table. She wasn't so sure if she was hungry but she thought it would be rude if she did not eat anything their house elf has been preparing from the very early morning. It was unbelievable how different she was from Lisa and all her family. Of course Idril's parents were different too, even if Riana was Lisa's mother's twin. There was not that Idril wanted to become more like Green's, no. She just wanted to be considered as a part of the family. She did not want to be a black sheep anymore. She had enough of it in her childhood. And now when she was older she thought maybe they could change their minds. But she did not want her parents to get divorce or anything just because of her wants. She would never forgive herself if it happened. _ _ _ _
A girl got back to Hogwarts escorted by her father. She smiled at him as he kisses a top of her head and told her to hurry up because he had to get back to work. Poor thing but he had to work on Sundays too. And as much as Idril would prefer spending the whole weekend out of school at her home with him, she couldn't. "Take care." she told her dad and hugged him before she turned and walked onto the hogwarts grounds.
Walking towards the castle, choosing the longest way Idril thought that it was her last year at Hogwarts. She didn't choose what she would do for life in future. Yes, she wanted to work in Lisa's father's department before and she passed every subject needed for her to continue on that idea at her 5th year, but now when all the bad happened, she wasn't so sure if she still wanted that.
Being very close to the castle, nearing the courtyard, where the whooping willow had its place, Idril looked up from her shoes and spotted a girl who almost got hit by one of branches of a tree. Idrill hurried towards her pulling her wand out. She yelled a spell that immobilized the willow for a bit. "Are you alright? Get away of that tree before it move again." she said with worried face trying not to use a commanding tone. A girl shrugged and simply walked away not even carrying to thank Idril. But a Ravenclaw was used to that. She shook her head and walked over to a bench. She at down and reached to her school bag. She smiled as she pulled her favourite book out of it. Silmarillon - a book her dad got her name from. No matter how many times she had read that book, she always got back to it.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on Jul 12, 2010 10:50:46 GMT -5
Rigoletto had finishing with looking over, as well grading papers he was left with time to cheek the grounds. It was not uncommon for Professors to do so, it helped insure that students did not get into trouble or worse hurt because of there actions.
As he drew close the where the Whopping Willow was he saw the girl as she drew to close & even more of a surprise with another student had known the spell to still the tree, few even in there last years did not think well on there feet. Perhaps because they allowed them self’s to be distracted by other things but, he knew that it was good to see he had not been needed to take care of a matter that could of turned bad.
He did not miss Idril words or the response of the other student, he already knew that a detection would be given out for one it would make the student think twice before going close to the Whopping Willow & putting her self in danger, though he waited tell the girl was a bit away form Idril before he made the motion to carry out the sentence, he could read the surprise on the girls face at finding out she had been seen by a Professor getting almost hurt or worse killed but, to end up with a detection was far worse in so many ways.
Rigoletto would enforce the detection & he would make sure the student showed up other wise it would only be worse for her in the end, even with Rigoletto being laid back he was not so giving when it came to students being stupider & acting as they did.
He watched the girl walk off, up set at what happened but, she did not say a word more once it was clear she would not be heading in a safer direction Rigoletto approached Idril, his eyes flickered a moment in though of what Idril did what she did & why she felt she had to but, it was left un answered if he would speak on such grounds.
His steeps where silent, as if he walked on air instead of the grass he was wearing black boots that likely had a spell on them to help them keep clean, his paints where black as well but of a velvet look to them not that it was noted by many since he did where school robes that hid them most the time, because of the way they where not only made but, rested on him his shirt was white not a color he always wore but, he knew that it was not the worse color ether he his robes where green but, with a silver under belly that of course though he was known to where other robes with different colors he knew that he preferred the darker colors.
When close to Idril who was not reading he spoke “Miss. Flyer, I find it hard to think that you would be back so soon, with it being a weekend”
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