Elliot Lyons
 
Seventh Year[M:10]
Don't let this end now Slow this dance down I could stay here all night Forever
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Mar 15, 2010 16:42:13 GMT -5
The mirror itself was curious. How could it be that Ingrid was seeing something yet Elliot couldn't see what she was seeing? It was just a mirror, wasn't it? His ever going mind was trying to figure out what this mirror was. It obviously had to be something magic, right?
Elliot's eyes fell to Ingrid's necklace. He remembered that it was her father that gave her her necklace. How could it be that she was seeing her father? "Your father," he asked a little confusedly.
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Ingrid Regan
 
Seventh year[M:10]
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her....
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Mar 16, 2010 12:30:21 GMT -5
The look he gave her, like he understood completely and yet not at all, caused tears to well up in Ingrid’s eyes. He didn’t see her father, and he was probably wondering how it was that she did. She nodded slowly and threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.
It might have been the first time she had ever had anyone there to truly comfort her about her father. Aunt Bonnie had tried, but she was not a touchy-feely type of woman, and she had not approved of Angus Regan’s life. He was a con man, after all, and Bonnie was a very strict, law-abiding woman. And Ingrid had been so fragile after her father’s death that she had spent months in a hospital where they had hoped she would regain the ability to speak. But how could she? She was all alone with no one to comfort her.
But now, she had Elliot. And he was there to hold her and take away some of that burden she had been carrying on her own for far too long. It felt good, just to let some of it go at last.
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Elliot Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Don't let this end now Slow this dance down I could stay here all night Forever
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Mar 16, 2010 16:00:44 GMT -5
Seeing the tears in Ingrid's eyes made Elliot want to see what she was seeing. He felt horrible that he couldn't see what she was seeing. When Ingrid buried her face in his chest, Elliot did the only thing he could do. He put his arms around her and rested his cheek on the top of her head.
There were no words that he knew that could help her. He hated to see her cry, or anyone for that matter. It hit him hard when there was someone crying. He always wanted to take their tears away but it was never clear as to how he could do that.
Gently, Elliot stroked Ingrid's hair. He held her close to him, which was the only thing he thought that he could do.
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Ingrid Regan
Seventh year[M:10]
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her....
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Mar 17, 2010 16:12:32 GMT -5
It probably was all she really needed him to do. The last time someone had held her while she cried, it had been her father. It had been so long since she felt comforted and… loved. But in Elliot’s arms she felt safe and warm. It almost felt as if Elliot had been sent to her by her father, telling her it was OK to finally rest.
She pulled back just slightly, enough that she could turn her face up to him and look at him. Yes, she was sure of it now. She loved him. Was it crazy to love someone who you had only known for two days? It was so strange how she felt like she had known him so much longer. Like she’d known him forever.
Suddenly, she wanted him to know that her father wasn’t the only person she had seen with her in the mirror. He had been there, too, after all. And even if she didn’t know what that meant, she knew that it was important.
Reaching up, she touched his cheek and smiled softly. Then she pointed at him and at the mirror, trying to let him know that she had seen him, too.
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Elliot Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Don't let this end now Slow this dance down I could stay here all night Forever
Posts: 217
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Mar 17, 2010 20:23:06 GMT -5
Feeling Ingrid pull away, Elliot loosed his hold on her. With her, he didn't feel like he had to wear any kind of mask. Besides, he knew that Ingrid could see through it. She saw through it when he first met her.
He liked the feeling of her soft hand on his cheek. Elliot gave her a questioning look as she pointed. Some how he was able to understand the majority of what she wanted to communicate with him. He was unsure of how he could do. Maybe it was just the fact that he wanted to be understood and there was the fact that she wanted to be understood as well. It could be a possiblity that there was some how a connection based on those facts.
"Me too," he asked in a soft tone. "You saw both of us?" Elliot knew she saw him whenever he walked over to her. How could it have been possible that she saw him before he walked over? The mirror was indeed very curious.
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Ingrid Regan
Seventh year[M:10]
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her....
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Mar 28, 2010 21:46:38 GMT -5
Ingrid nodded, but didn't move from his arms. If she had her way, she would never leave them. For the first time in a very long time, she felt truly safe and comforted and loved. Her father had been the last one to make her feel that way, and now Elliot was taking over for him. It almost felt like, seeing both her father and Elliot with her in that mirror was her father's way of sending her a message, telling her that it was all OK now. Elliot would take care of her.
She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, sighing softly. She couldn't even remember feeling this happy before.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Mar 29, 2010 14:38:44 GMT -5
For some odd reason, Savannah didn’t really want to do anything at all. That was another one of those things that she had been raised to believe was improper. She couldn’t just be lazy, do nothing, relax. Her father had insisted that she always make herself useful. Even reading was treated as a chore, and her father had always picked her reading materials for her. But why couldn’t she just spend some time doing nothing at all? She was tempted to lie down on the sofa, but it seemed improper, so she just sat there, her posture still as always. “Does this room have one of those muggle music boxes… what do they call them? A record player? Maybe instead of us playing music, we could listen to someone else do it.” "Music box?" He was confused, as he could think of a hundred things she could be talking about. "Oh. Yeah... I mean, it can. You can create one, in here, if you like. Just kind of think about how you want one..." he trailed off and laughed. "Look, I know it sounds stupid. But it works. My mum loves those things." He wasn't sure why he threw that comment in there. As tough as he liked to act, and as much as he pretended that he just didn't care, he could be something of a mama's boy. He waited for her to try it out, his eyes on her and a million and one thoughts going through his head. He wished he could keep them all straight long enough to focus on just one of them. |
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Mar 31, 2010 13:26:09 GMT -5
She may have grown up in the wizarding world and was used to the idea of magic, but it still felt silly to just close her eyes and imagine something so that it would appear. She was too humble, and often thought that whatever she imagined wouldn’t be good enough.
So instead, she focused on something that he had said. He talked about his mother, and while he might not have realized it, his eyes seemed to soften whenever he mentioned her. It drew her in and made her want to hear more.
“You’re really close to your mother, aren’t you?” she asked.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Mar 31, 2010 14:23:40 GMT -5
It did not escape his notice that she didn't do as he suggested at all, and sighed, ready to get a record player in here himself- until she started talking again.
He shrugged. What 17 year old boy wanted to say yes to a question like that. "I guess. It's just that... I was a difficult kid to raise, you know? And she did it by herself when she was 18. I was always good for her, though." he cracked a smile here and met Savannah's eyes. He heard stories of what a fussy baby he'd been, and he knew he'd been a challenge from the very start. He admired his mother quite a bit.
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 1, 2010 15:37:15 GMT -5
She knew him well enough to recognize that his attempts to sound casual about it was covering for the fact that he was embarrassed. But what he didn’t understand was that she actually thought this was a good thing. He always tried to play himself off as being tough or “cool” or a joker, but underneath that, he had a softer side. She just didn’t understand why he seemed to get defensive whenever she tried to call attention to it.
“It was sort of like it was just the two of you against the world,” she commented. “That’s nice. I wish—“
She sighed and trailed off. She wasn’t even really sure what she had intended to say. She wished a lot of things, actually. But she didn’t want to be seen as a complainer, either. She may not have grown up in the most ideal situation, but she had been taken care of, and she was grateful for what she’d had.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 1, 2010 16:29:25 GMT -5
Cameron shook his head. "No, it was more of her against the world with an unruly kid in her way."
He knew his mother didn't think of him like that, and he knew that as much of a hassle as it had always been for her having a son who defied authority and was the class clown, he was always good to her. She deserved it, after all, and he always obeyed her.
"And trust me... you don't want to have the childhood I had. Don't get me wrong... I wouldn't trade it for the world, and I love my mom. She just... she deserved better than me, I think."
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 1, 2010 18:04:34 GMT -5
Maybe she was imagining it, but sometimes, when he said things like that to her, Savannah felt almost like it was a warning, or at least a disclaimer. As though he was telling her not to get too close, that he wasn't good for her or that he was unreliable. If that was his intention, however, it wasn't working. If anything, it drew her in more. She had been too polite, too proper for too long, and perhaps there was a part of her that wanted to toss it all aside and be bad. And yet, while Cameron might have thought he was troublesome, there was an honesty and a gentleness about him as well. She felt completely safe here in this room with him, even if her father night not have approved. Or maybe because he wouldn't have approved.
"At least she loved you and encouraged you and everything she did was for you," she said in a soft voice.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 1, 2010 18:47:30 GMT -5
"Can't deny that," Cameron said softly. "I feel like I need to do something incredible with my life just so that all of her struggles weren't in vain."
He gave her a half squinted look, realizing that she wished she had a parent who cared that much about her.
"You should meet her, actually," he said on a whim. His mom would take to Savannah like nothing else, and it would probably be good for Savannah. "I think you'd really like her. You remind me of her sometimes. She's outspoken and unapologetic for it, though."
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 1, 2010 20:38:11 GMT -5
Savannah hesitated. There was a part of her that was oddly tempted by the idea. To spend time with Cameron and his mother and see how a mother was supposed to be and act and treat her child.
Yes, there had been some nice times when it had been just her and her mother when she got a glimpse of how it could be. But it had never been enough. Cameron might not have thought so, and Savannah never would have had the nerve to say it, but his upbringing had been much better than hers, in many ways.
So, yes, the idea of spending time with a supportive, loving parent was very tempting. But was it appropriate? She was just a girl that Cameron knew, barely even a friend. It would have made more sense for him to introduce Elliot to his mother.
"It... sounds nice. Maybe.. if Elliot came along, too..."
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 1, 2010 21:14:05 GMT -5
"Elliot's already met my mom. Why would he-"
He stopped, mid question, because he understood. And what was he supposed to do or say about it?
But in this room, things were safer, easier. And just maybe he could say something.
"What if... just this once... we do this without anyone's approval except yours and mine... and my mom's... and we don't have to tell anyone."
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 1, 2010 22:22:23 GMT -5
Savannah's eyes widened. Secrets were dangerous, or so she'd been told. But if she really thought about it, she was hard pressed to come up with a reason why it would be inappropriate to meet Cameron's mother. There were certainly far worse things that she could be doing. It just felt... odd. He should be introducing his girlfriend to his mother, not the sister of his best friend. But then, that Brenda girl wasn't exactly the type to bring home to Mum, was she?
She really should tell him no. But she couldn't think of a reason why. She didn't need a chaperone to meet his mother, and she knew Elliot wouldn't mind and Ryder wouldn't care. So what was the harm in it?
"I... I suppose it wouldn't hurt," she said, biting down on her lower lip.
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Elliot Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Don't let this end now Slow this dance down I could stay here all night Forever
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Apr 9, 2010 13:42:38 GMT -5
Ingrid nodded, but didn't move from his arms. If she had her way, she would never leave them. For the first time in a very long time, she felt truly safe and comforted and loved. Her father had been the last one to make her feel that way, and now Elliot was taking over for him. It almost felt like, seeing both her father and Elliot with her in that mirror was her father's way of sending her a message, telling her that it was all OK now. Elliot would take care of her. She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, sighing softly. She couldn't even remember feeling this happy before. Elliot would do what he could to help Ingrid. He liked to see her smile and he liked that he had discovered that she wasn't shy and quiet, even if she didn't speak verbally. There was a part of him that finally felt like he could be a teenager, but there was another part that wanted to be that leader, the caretaker. It was an inner battle and somehow he was going to figure it all out. This room seemed like their little hide-a-way. No one else was there and while they were in the room, he felt like there wasn't anything out in the world that could hold him back. Some how Ingrid gave him the strength he needed. Maybe it was understanding nature, but whatever it was, she helped a lot. He could talk to Savannah now without being too afraid of her response. Kissing the top of Ingrid's head, Elliot started to move slowly as if they were dancing. He wanted to hear another hint of her laughter. |
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 16, 2010 19:43:51 GMT -5
Cameron sighed, seeing her eyes open wide like that. He lost her, he though. She was suddenly doubtful and unsure of the whole thing (as if she hadn't been before). He was trying, and somehow his ADD had not interfered with his patience yet.
He got up and went back to the piano, since they never created a record player, and his fingers found the keys instantly. It was like he could only think straight when he was playing, and he didn't really know what else to do just now.
And then, just like that, she was agreeing. His hands stopped their motions over the keyboard, and his brow creased before he looked back at her. "What? Really?"
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 17, 2010 22:45:56 GMT -5
Savannah felt strangely disappointed when he got up and walked back to the piano. She didn't have a real reason why, except that she kind of liked having him next to her. He made her feel protected.
He stopped playing when she said she would go to meet his mother. She looked up at him and saw the shocked expression on his face. Somehow, it bothered her, because she knew it was because he expected her to say no. She had become so predictable. Maybe now was a good time to start breaking out of the expectations people had for her.
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind already."
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 19, 2010 11:51:16 GMT -5
"No, no. I haven't changed my mind. I just didn't think you'd say yes."
Should he change his mind? He was quickly playing over how this meeting would go in his head, and yes, he thought his mother would adore Savannah. But she had a rough humor if you didn't know her, and if you took everything personally- like Savannah certainly did. Maybe he'd owl his mom just to tell her to play it cool.
"We can go this weekend. You won't miss any classes."
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