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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 18:02:16 GMT -5
Rhye couldn't help but smile. The three of them did make another amazing trio. They were all smart, creative, imaginative thinkers who each had their own personality to separate them. They would all make great friends, best friends, as time went on.
His hand turned over when he felt Ophelia's own on his. He tickled her palm, nudging her back playfully. "Charles, what are you writing about this time?" He joked, eying his friend, a hint of apologies in his eyes. He felt bad. He didn't bring his friend here to be a third wheel. He came to introduce them.
With an intrigued look, he glanced at Ophelia for a second, nodding as she explained her painting she had been working on. "It sounds lovely. When did you start painting? And Charles, when did you start writing like you do now?" He wanted to keep the conversation going. "Oh- and what made you two so interested in it? I like to read, but that's not really an art. And my poetry is kind of artsy, but not on the same level as drawing or painting. You make me jealous." He gave her a puppy dog look, then winked playfully.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 18:18:14 GMT -5
“I’m writing about school…” Charles said, smiling. He noted the apology in his friend’s eyes and forgave him, you can’t help how you feel around the girl you like…
“ I started writing as soon as I got into Hogwarts, at home I was never given the time to write, but here, I have enough time to write story after story.” He responded, happy to be asked about his passion. HE loved to talk about his writing.
”What made you two so interested in it?”
“I think too much and I thought that maybe to get some of the stuff out of my head I should write, so I started to write and I haven’t stopped since!” He continued on, saying “Poetry is such an art! I think so, it is writing, just smaller. But it takes more concentration, you have to rhyme stuff.” Charles laughed, “I never was good at poetry.”
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 19, 2012 20:26:46 GMT -5
Ophelia bit her lower lip as Rhye began playing with her hand and she unconsciously leaned into him while listening to Charles response, completely oblivious to the looks passed between the two friends.
“I think too much and I thought that maybe to get some of the stuff out of my head I should write, so I started to write and I haven’t stopped since!” He continued on, saying “Poetry is such an art! I think so, it is writing, just smaller. But it takes more concentration, you have to rhyme stuff.” Charles laughed, “I never was good at poetry.”
"Well I began drawing when I was really little. My father was a Pure Blood you see, mum was a Muggle, and my father wanted me to be cultured. So he pushed books on our family history on his side upon me and my brothers along with long standing traditions. Turns out all the women in the Retchford family line have been painters, and luckily that trait hasn't died out with me." She smiled proudly. "The drawing was something I began on my own. I wish I could remember the first time i tried to truly draw something. It's strange, I still have the drawing, but I can't seem to recall the story behind it." She yawned again. She leaned across Rhye's lap and picked up the book he was reading when she came upon them.
Ophelia turned the book back and forth in her hands. "What's this?" She looked up Rhye with a small smile.
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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 20:39:50 GMT -5
He listened intently to the two of them, his grasp on Ophelia's hand tightening a bit, soon he began to slowly entwine his fingers with her own, without even noticing. Everything with her came so natural. Like she was a long lost friend of his and they were extremely close.
"That's how I felt with my poetry. So much in my head, it needed somewhere to go. The only problem was that I never really had anything to write about. No life lessons learned. Home life was simple. My Dad was always with his associates in other countries while my Mom worked at home with me. She taught me French. If I remember right, the first poem-like writing I did was about my Dad's vineyard in France. And it was in French." He laughed, shaking his head.
He was a fast learner of his languages. He knew Spanish, French, and English. French was his favorite- it was diverse yet it influenced many other languages in so many ways. It was also simply a big hit when talking with the ladies. He was still fluent in both his other languages. It was a shame he never got to use them as much.
"Its nice knowing that we all like different things." He laughed. "Its funny how we can be strangers so often, like with other people, and once you actually know someone, you have so much in common."
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 19, 2012 23:06:25 GMT -5
“Home for me was never simple…” Charles said, remembering his father teaching him to be the perfect man, teaching him discipline. “I almost wish it had been.” He reminisced, shrugging.
“You’re lucky though, knowing French, it’s a lovely language. It is so full of interesting words and everything.” He loved different languages, but he was happy knowing English.
He looked at his close friend, knowing that he was smitten with the young woman beside him. Charles grinned suddenly, an idea growing in his head. He wanted them to be happy together, maybe he could arrange something for them… Like a dinner.
For the meantime, he would watch them carefully.
“It is nice knowing that, I mean, everybody has something in common with somebody, and I guess you just have to find the right person to know it. We’re just lucky that we have.” The conversation was getting deep, it made Charles smile again, he was definitely liking the present company.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 19, 2012 23:43:58 GMT -5
Ophelia's heart sped up as she subtly watched Rhye's fingers entwine with hers and her heart hammered loudly in her ears when he squeezed. She wasn't sure how to respond as nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She closed her eyes and relished at how perfectly Rhye's hand seemed to fit with hers. She relaxed further back into the couch, pulling her legs out from under her and crossing them in front of her in a very ladylike manner. She could hear them talking to each other in the background but her thoughts, along with her heartbeat, cut her off from being able to really hear what was being said.
She smiled to herself at just how well things were working out so far. It couldn't be going better, well, her parent's could still be alive, but that wouldn't do much. She inwardly smiled gleefully. She looked around the library and saw her brother. Duncan looked over at her and smiled knowingly. She blushed a little, recalling her brothers earlier affirmation that things would work out all right. She loved her little brother. If only her older brother hadn't spiraled downward with his life. Not that he recognized that. She shifted a little bit and felt the letter her older brother had written to Duncan move around in her back pocket and she froze. A thought struck her. A terrible, horrible thought. Rhye was Muggle Born. A "Mud Blood" as her brother would say. And her brother was a murderer. A murderer who wanted her and Duncan to switch sides. And he would be willing to do anything to see that through. She shuttered at the thought. What if her friendship with Rhye got back to him? Would Finley kill Rhye? Would Rhye's Muggle parents be in danger? Her heart started racing again, though this time for a different reason. Was she putting Rhye and his family in danger by being around him?
Without thought Ophelia ripped herself up off of the couch suddenly and walked away from the couch. Once a few feet away she turned towards her two companions. "I'm sorry. I just realized I have to..." She spotted her brother. "Help my brother finish studying for...a Care of Magical Creatures test." She winced, remembering that he was too young for that class. "I mean Herbology." She amended quickly, with what she hoped was a convincing smile, and turned away looking completely panicked and distressed by her thoughts concerning her overbearing and now dark older brother.
Ophelia walked up to her brother and dragged him out of the library with her. Confusion written clear on his face. Ophelia tried not to cry. She was stronger then that...she hoped. She felt awful for leaving like that. Especially since she liked him. But she she was so worried about her brother and his reaction. She knew it shouldn't matter, but it did. Her brother was dangerous now. She had no doubts that he had been the one that had killed their parents in revenge. She couldn't be selfish when it came to her relationships of all kinds The fact of the matter was, she came with baggage that she wouldn't wish upon anyone.
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Post by momo on Feb 19, 2012 23:59:04 GMT -5
Rhye's hand was suddenly very empty, and before he could help it, his interest was up and away from him, standing near her brother and leading him out of the library, a distraught gleam to her eyes. He didn't like it on anyone, especially Ophelia. It was the same look she had when she received mail from someone a couple days ago. He had noted that it obviously meant something was wrong with her- most likely something was wrong with her family.
He looked at Charles, a half-smile and a nod of his head as he excused himself politely from the couch, following Ophelia. Hopefully Charles wouldn't hate him for leaving, but things just seemed out of balance with her, and Charles being observant- Rhye was sure he would understand why he needed to follow.
He watched her pacing away from the entrance to the library, and he bounded after her, taking a corner sharply just to see the pair straight in front of him a few feet. "WAIT!" He shouted frantically. He just needed to confront her about what was happening. He didn't like not being able to help her calm down when she was upset.
"Please, Ophelia.." He looked into her eyes, placing his hands on her shoulders reassuringly, trying to bring her into a hug if she would allow it. Then, not one to be rude, he looked to her little brother and smiled, letting his hair fall into his eyes. "Hey there." He said quietly, a friendly hint to his voice. "Can I please talk to your sister?" Rhye looked back to Ophelia, determined to help in some way, even if it wasn't important.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 20, 2012 0:10:52 GMT -5
From where Charles sat, he could see Ophelia’s face clearly, and he saw it quickly transform from dazed to agitated to distraught. Then she stood suddenly and within moments was gone and out of the door. She had used a useless, obviously fake excuse for leaving and Charles wasn’t happy about that.
The girl probably had a very good reason for leaving, but that didn’t mean she could just rip away from his friend like that!
Rhye seemed determined though and Charles caught his apology and he understood as his friend chased down the girl of his dreams.
Well, that was Charles on his own again… He stood, tapping his foot anxiously. What if something bad had happened, or was going to happen? He didn’t know Ophelia at all and her distress was quite obvious. Distress was one thing that could easily cause aggressive behavior, and Charles didn’t want Rhye to come to any harm, even if she was a girl (and a nice one at that).
Maybe he should follow…
Charles’s mind raced as he gathered up his things and left the library, if he took his time then maybe he would catch them after they had a talk that would probably be filled with emotions, something Charles was never very comfortable with.
So he treaded extremely slowly down the hallway, not wanting to catch up to Ophelia, her brother, and Rhye; but wanting to help his friend if he could.
Agh, the conflict…
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 20, 2012 0:17:30 GMT -5
"Ophelia tell me what is wrong!" Duncan demanded of his older sister. Ophelia shook her head frantically, wiping at her eyes.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But Ophe-"
"WAIT!" A yell interrupted Duncan, and Ophelia turned around towards the source of the sound. She watched as Rhye caught up to her. She coudln't decicde rather she was flattered, or if it just distressed her even more. She watched Duncan look between the two observantly. She couldn't help but smile inwardly, despite the situation. Her brother acted like her more and more everyday. Rhye was soon upon them.
"Please, Ophelia.." He looked into her eyes, placing his hands on her shoulders. He seemed to be searching her eyes like Ophelia was searching his. While part of her wanted to bolt form the situation, the emotions were drowning her, the other and somewhat larger part wanted to latch on tight and never let go. It was a weird thought, she had never been one to show emotion, and she didn't like it. She had only know Rhye for maybe a week. Why were they connected to each other so quickly. It just seemed dangerous to her. Perhaps Rhye noticed her inner battle, because he then turned towards her brother and spoke.
"Hey there." He said quietly, a friendly hint to his voice. "Can I please talk to your sister?" Rhye looked back to Ophelia and Ophelia looked away.
Duncan narrowed his eyes at the boy. "No." He answered simply. "I don't think I like you." He crossed his eyes challengingly, despite being a mere eleven year old.
Ophelia, though happy that her little brother seemed to care so much, couldn't help but frown. He knew better then to be disrespectful, no matter what. They were raised better then that.
"Duncan," Ophelia said in a warning tone. He looked between the two with his brows furrowed.
"Fine." He turned and walked off. Ophelia looked back at Rhye. She fought back the lump in her throat. He seemed to care so much.
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Post by momo on Feb 20, 2012 0:30:46 GMT -5
Rhye noted that her little brother was being protective. He admired that and kind of chuckled inwardly when he barked back at the Ravenclaw.
Now that they were alone, Rhye couldn't find the words to say. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He blinked, shook his head, and looked down. Rhye took a step back and traced his foot on the tiled floor. "I don't know what is wrong, but I want to help. I want you to tell me everything about you- whether you like it or not- because I care about you and I would never judge you."
He felt himself rambling now, but it was too late to stop. "I know we just met about a week ago, I know that it is moving fast with us, but I don't regret it. I don't regret holding your hand or taking your notepad or waiting for you when you run late. I just want to be around you. I want to wait for you on dates or not-dates, whatever you want to call them." He looked back up, fumbling over his words as he tried to talk to her.
"Please just don't run away again. I can't stand not seeing you."
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 20, 2012 0:37:42 GMT -5
Charles could hear voices down the hall and he picked his way quietly to the corner, he peaked around, saw Ophelia and Rhye talking, or rather, Rhye being passionate, and turned back.
Now was not a good time to intrude.
So Charles began to pace a little in the corridor close to them, able to hear their voices but not what they were saying; unless of course, someone yelled. Which, if things went wrong, someone would. IF something went wrong Charles would intervening, until then, he was just going to wait for his friend to sort himself and Ophelia out.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 20, 2012 0:51:20 GMT -5
Ophelia was dissapointed when Rhye released her and took a step back. A moment longer and she feared she would have given into what she imagined to be the most comforting embrace. She watched as he traced the floor with his shoes.
'Merlin why does he have to care so much.' Her heart ached for the comfort, but she was so scared. How was she supposed to handle these emotions as fifteen. She couldn't help but admire Harry Potter. She had heard his story and all he had been through during school, and she had much respect for him and his own trio. She looked up at Rhye and some emotional block fell into place within her cold and lonely heart. If it weren't for her brother...
"I don't know what is wrong, but I want to help. I want you to tell me everything about you- whether you like it or not- because I care about you and I would never judge you." She took a hesitant step forward, ready to throw her arms around his shoulders and give in, because all that weighed on her heart was beginning to be too much. She had to be strong against her brother and even stronger for her younger brother.
'Gahh, why I even keep thinking about them? Why can't I just forget.' She considered forgetting all about her brother. But then again, what if it ended badly. Was it worth the risk?
"I know we just met about a week ago, I know that it is moving fast with us, but I don't regret it. I don't regret holding your hand or taking your notepad or waiting for you when you run late. I just want to be around you. I want to wait for you on dates or not-dates, whatever you want to call them."
A single tear leaked down her cheek. He deserved everything she had to give. Maybe, just maybe her brother wouldn't be a problem. Perhaps he would provide her with the emotional strength to fight. To fight against the forces working against her. Maybe he was the support she needed. He was so sweet, and he filled something inside her that seemed to be missing. She wanted him in her life so bad. He deserved to know to the truth. To know everything. Then she would let him decide for himself. She vowed to not let herself get her hopes up. He could say he wouldn't judge all he wanted. But he just didn't know everything. Surely once he knew he wouldn't find her worth it.
"Please just don't run away again. I can't stand not seeing you."
That did it. She launched herself at the one person who her made her feel like nothing could go wrong in the world. She was crying, but breathed his scent in deeply, smiling against his neck. She burrowed deeper and nodded her head.
"Okay. But I'm just-I'm scared. I don't know if I can say it all out loud." The sound was muffled against his skin, and she didn't know if he had heard her. She squeezed tighter.
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Post by momo on Feb 20, 2012 1:10:19 GMT -5
Ophelia hit him like a wall, but in a good way. He stood there kind of unsure as to how to react. He looked down to see her buried in his clothes, his chest. He became warm in the face, his heart started beating, and his lungs gave out a heavy, unsettling breath.
He swung his arms around her back and clutched her to him, tightly. It was probably a little too tight at first, since his muscles were being used, but he realized he needed to tone it down.
Rhye held her for a solid five minutes, her silent and muffled sobs leaking into his house scarf. He didn't even care. With his eyelids now closed, he did something different. He moved his palm under her chin, pulled her up to look at him, and kissed her forehead. "Shh, I'm here." He smiled warmly, protectively.
"Okay. But I'm just-I'm scared. I don't know if I can say it all out loud."
Rhye pulled her back into a tight embrace and rocked her slowly back and fourth, waiting for her to calm down. He wanted her to be okay- happy. When she got like this, he was torn up inside. "You don't have to say anything. Not right now." He nuzzled her head with his cheek and closed his eyes again.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 20, 2012 1:18:33 GMT -5
"You don't have to say anything. Not right now."
She sighed in relief and melted into Rhye. She loved how physical he was. It was just what she needed. Someone there to tell her she was all right. Someone to make her feel safe, protected, and loved. She never wanted to let go. So she didn't. He would have to be the one to break contact. She didn't care if she was being clingy or not. He fit with her perfectly, and standing there with his arms, strong ones couldn't help but notice, nothing else in the world mattered.
"Thank you." She muttered softly into his chest. "I don't care if this is too fast. They say the most powerful form of magic is love. And, well, I knew you would play a huge role in my life when I met you in the clearing. Cheesy and corny, I know. But..." She trailed off, that feeling of her revealing too much taking over.
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Post by momo on Feb 20, 2012 1:24:58 GMT -5
"Thank you." She muttered softly into his chest. "I don't care if this is too fast. They say the most powerful form of magic is love. And, well, I knew you would play a huge role in my life when I met you in the clearing. Cheesy and corny, I know. But..." She trailed off.
"Don't say thank you." He looked down at her, pretty serious. "Never thank me for being there for you. You don't have to, and I don't need to hear it from you. I am there for people who deserve to have someone there for them. You are one of those people."
Rhye ran his fingers through her hair a couple times and tucked it behind her ear, smiling down at her. He wiped the corners of her eyes with his thumbs and stroked her cheek softly before chuckling. "You're such a mess." He winked. "But I'd love to clean it up any day."
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