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Post by issa hemmingway on Sept 18, 2015 23:46:33 GMT -5
 words 742 || outfit ♥the gardens surrounding Beauxbaton Palace were stunning, but this particular spot always drew her in - perhaps that was why they were referred to as the 'captivating' gardens. The sun was high overhead, the skies blue, and clear, and it was a beautiful day to be out in the fresh air. Breathing in a lung full, Issa ambled along at a leisurely pace towards the lake. She'd managed to complete the one essay she'd been struggling with throughout the week the previous night, and now she was determined to spend her weekend enjoying the fine weather, and the company of friends. Since Olivie was preoccupied with yet another book, and Bonamy had disappeared after breakfast Issa decided to make a beeline for the lake, and hope she'd run into a friendly face on the way. Passing by rose beds, and an abundance of wild flowers she paused to run delicate fingertips along the soft petal of a pink tipped rose. It didn't appear to have a fragrance but it was enchanting nevertheless. Plucking a petal she rubbed it between her fingers, continuing on her way.
She'd always had a thing for textures; rolling about on silk sheets; trailing her fingers through the coarse sand at the beach; the feel of worn paper in old books. Her family had always found it rather amusing that she would be so fascinated by touch when she was rather reserved when it came to physical contact with another human being. She never initiated hugs, and tended to stiffen ever so slightly when someone hugged her. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy hugging, or other casual intimacies, it was simply a knee jerk reaction. The one time she had actively sought out the comforting touch of another was the day she heard of her close friends passing. It had happened during the nine months she was again in Australia. She'd made friends at the new school but had connected most with a young boy named Peter. He was a little chubby, a little shy but the kindest, and loveliest person she'd ever encountered. It was one afternoon during a P.E. class that she'd learnt of his heart condition. Ventricular septal defect; it had sounded so large, like such a grown-up word that they'd both spent the rest of the class saying it again, and again. Issa never thought she'd live through the consequences of that word. But she did, and he didn't.
Her younger sister had found her in her room, curled up knees to chin on top of the bed, face wet with tears, and snot. She'd sat with her, and had held hard her when Issa had crawled into her lap, clinging, and chocking on weak, wet noises. They'd stayed like that until their parents had found them. No one had really understood what she was going through. She'd went to the funeral, her father accompanying her, standing at the back of the hall, while she sat in the pews trying her best not to scream. People had got up to speak, echoing each others sentiments, always repeating the same thing again, and again; he wouldn't want us to be unhappy. Why would he care she'd thought at the time, he was dead. She was angry for a long time after. Then they had moved, and she'd started to heal. Looking back on those dark days now she had only good memories, even of that fateful afternoon. Rubbing again at the rose petal between her fingers, Issa smiled beautifully. Yes, she had only the fondest of memories, and she would cherish them for years to come.
The lake, sunlight glinting off its surface, loomed ahead of her. The creatures that made their home there intrigued her. Of course as a child she had believed in mermaids, Disney only cementing those beliefs but somewhere deep inside she had never really thought they existed; she may have a been six but in cynicism she'd been about thirty five. Now of course she knew better. During her first couple of years at Beauxbaton she'd spent many days after class by the lake hoping to catch a glimpse of a fin, or a tail but mermaids were notoriously secretive, and she'd yet to glimpse anything. Even the giant squid seemed to prefer the deep dark. Nevertheless Issa wasn't giving up. Finding an appealing patch of grass she sat down, and stared out over the water. Perhaps today was the day.
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Post by asahria ryek' on Sept 22, 2015 23:17:58 GMT -5
  outfit ♥ She'd not intended to make it a habit, but it seemed that she was finding herself seated upon the abandoned cottage steps more and more as time passed. Though he was no longer here, Asahria found that this place seemed the most familiar. It was the place she had seen him last. As time had worn on, it seemed that everyone else had as well - with her being the singular exception. Perhaps that's why she kept finding herself at this place, upon the abandoned steps that had for a time belonged to Charlton. Even though he was no longer here, he was the only thing that had been a constant in her life. When everything else had become unfamiliar, this had edged it's way into her mind as a place of comfort. While most students avoided it, in fear of running into a boggart or something of the like, Asahria clung to it. These dusty steps were where she'd last seen him were the home to the memories of years passed and Asahria was predictable, she clung to memories like a moth to a flame.
Breathing deeply, Asahria drew her gaze from her feet, bored by the careless circles she'd been tracing in the loose earth. Even after all this time the path had not been overgrown, though she wished it might, for maybe then she would stop finding herself drawn to these empty steps. The day was beautiful, the skies clear and blue, and instead of making new memories she was sitting here drifting through old. She hesitated for a moments time before lifting herself from the steps and wiping the dust from her floral romper. Though reluctantly, Asahria took the first step away from the cottage leaving the dust and the memories behind.
Daring herself not to look back, she focused on her closest land mark, the lake. The water was still and picturesque, something she'd always found intriguing. She'd only ever been familiar with the sea, which was always changing - it never resembled glass like the water here. Asahria had found herself gazing into many times, always surprised to see her face mirrored back almost perfectly. It was serene unlike any other place here at the palace. She might not have stopped had she not noticed the girl some steps away, who seemed perfectly in place. Seated upon the grass as she was, still as the water, Asahria couldn't help but feel her interest peak. The girl was unfamiliar, but so were most these days. It was hard not to wonder what one was thinking when they remained so peaceful, she couldn't recall a time where she was last. Are you waiting for something?she started, her voice interrupting the quiet which her first surrounded them.
ooc || a bit rusty... slowly wor back into it <3
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