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Post by Ian Jennings on Jul 27, 2007 17:30:20 GMT -5
Ian sat out by the lake, the sun was streaming over the lake and making it sparkle. For the past few days Ian had been debating with himself whether or not he should tell someone his secret, but he was afraid of what people might think. He knew that eventually he was going to have to tell or his life was going to be harder than it already was.
His blue eyes scanned the surface of the lake as he sat there talking out loud to himself, this was a habit that he had picked up before the Order had taken him in. He lived on the streets for a month or so and had not had anyone to talk to, so he had conversations and debates with himself, he just needed to hear a human voice speak.
"Should I tell someone?" he said aloud to himself. He sighed and laid back on the ground closing his eyes when he found the light from the sun to bright for his eyes. His mind had asked this question over and over the past few days and as of yet he had no answer for himself.
"What if they don't accept it?" he questioned himself again.
"Gad damn it," he said when he started to get frustrated about how indecisive he was about this, "someone needs to know, I can't keep on like this. It's... it's just too hard." he shouted to no one.
He rolled over on his stomach so that he was facing the lake. He propped his head in his hands and stared out at the horizon. If he was going to tell someone, who could he tell. He was the newest person to the castle and he wasn't as sure about people as everyone around him seemed to be. They had grown up together and practically know everything about one another, he sometimes felt like an out cast.
(Please excuse my grammar.)
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Post by Celeste Weasley on Jul 27, 2007 23:10:10 GMT -5
((I know it says open, but if it turns out I'm not wanted I will delete la postie))
It had been an uneventful day for Lesi, and that was why she was in such a terrible mood. She hated doing nothing but lounging around, granted she did have her lazy days...but still. When she was energetic and had nothing to do but wandered the grounds until her feet went numb and fell from under her, it irritated her. You'd think she could do something better with her life. Turns out, she couldn't.
That was what sucked about being in the Order, rather, of being a spy in the Order. As of yet no body was suspicious over her, not that she didn't have to be cautious. They'd never expect a Weasley to be a traitor, which made Lesi the perfect choice. Of course the thought of betraying her family didn't sit well with her, but it she couldn't help viewing things differently. Of course, they didn't like how close she was with Emmy, which eventually that would turn into suspicion...
"Should I tell someone?"
Lesi paused at the sound of a voice, and silently moved toward it, keeping in the shadows. She expected to see another with the boy, so it was a shock when she realized he was talking to himself. A smile, a genuine one, teased the corners of Lesi mouth, but before she fully smiled she scowled. What was he blabbering about? Only one way to find out...
Celeste plopped down beside him without so much of a "By your Leave..."
"Looks like you are going to tell someone." She said, staring off at the lake. God, how she loved this lake. She used to sit out there...
She snapped herself back to reality and offered the boy a kind smile. She wasn't going to pretend with him, she had a feeling he would know. "I may not be the friendliest person...." She trailed off, tugging on a lock of red hair. Dimly she wondered if he pieced together the fact that she was a weasley....
"Well...I'm definitely not as bad as some people, but I'm not a cuddly teddy bear either...nor am I stuffed..." The idea of being a stuffed bear was not appealing, and it made Celeste cringe. "But I can keep secrets. I'm the best there is at secrets," She was too. She eavesdropped to learn about Order things, she never informed the Dark Lord about anything someone told her in confidence.
"So, spill."
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Post by Ian Jennings on Jul 28, 2007 12:28:14 GMT -5
For a moment Ian thought that he had heard footsteps, he stopped his ranting and looked around. There was no one that he could see, he thought that maybe it was an animal, or maybe it had just been the wind. Something harmless. It would seem odd if a person had walked upon him and he had been ranting to himself about a secret, there was no telling what that could lead someone to think.
He heard a female voice speak and he felt himself jump a little. He turned around to see a girl with long red hair, a Weasley, Celeste. He was a bit relieved to see her instead of someone who he was close to, with her around it didn't matter to him if she thought that he was crazy. She wanted to know, she said she did. He debated with himself for a moment wondering whether or not he should tell her, she was as good as a stranger to him.
"I hardly know you," he managed to spit out, he hadn't been able to make up his mind, maybe if she gave him a good reason he might decide that he would tell her, "I mean, why would you want to know?" he had asked hoping that he hadn't sounded rude.
((Sorry, short. I need to reply to Celeste and Dimitri, I'll get to that ASPA. I think it's my post anyway.))
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Post by Celeste Weasley on Jul 31, 2007 20:51:23 GMT -5
Celeste raised an eyebrow at Ian, then smirked at him.
"You do know who my father is don't you? He may have been mischevious, be he was first and foremost curious and nosy." She shook her head, chuckling softly. Of course, she was told she took after her uncle more, which was why her middle name was Fred, but still.
"Curiosity is a natural part of my heritage. Which means I am, of course, Nosy as well. I heard you talking...to yourself, or the people inside your head, which ever fits...and I thought 'since he's blabbering about telling someone something, I minus well volunteer...' So I did."
She nodded at him, her smirk fading as she turned her head to look up at the sky, then down at the water. There was a small rippling near the middle, which she guessed was the Squid, tricky beast he was. The last thing she wanted to do was to have to prove to Ian, or anyone, that she was trustful. It was a tiring business.
Sighing, she laid her hands, palm down, out behind her back and pushed herself up onto her feet. She looked down at Ian, then offered him her infamous crooked grin. "Well, since you seem reluctant, I shall be off...to meddle in other things best left untouched."
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