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 Oct 20, 2009 22:14:33 GMT -5
Savannah shook her head quickly. "No... no, of course I like her... she's perfectly lovely and sweet and polite and Elliot likes her and.... He's going to l-leave me behind!" She began to cry harder, and she buried her face in her lap. When she spoke again, her words were muffled and thick and hard to understand.
"First my mum, and then Ryder, and now Elliot... everyone leaves me and I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself, so I act polite, like a lady, like I was taught and I'm sick of it! I just... I want to scream sometimes, but it's like something's got me by the throat...."
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 21, 2009 16:19:05 GMT -5
Cameron didn't know what to do. Hadn't he just told her that he didn't know how to fix it when she was crying? "Savannah..." he said, hesitant. What was he supposed to say? She was the one that just ran out of the Great Hall... so who was really leaving in this situation? But he knew Elliot would never abandon her. If she even breathed a word to him, Cameron knew his friend with cut off all contact with Ingrid just to make her feel better.
"I'm still here," he said at length, and quietly. Then, after a moment, he took her hand and stood up. "Come on."
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
Posts: 326
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 21, 2009 17:40:38 GMT -5
She sniffled again and looked up at him curiously. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears still clung to her eyelashes, but she felt calmer now. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his. She didn't know why he was here, but somehow, she trusted him completely. She was taking a leap of faith, and she should have been more nervous than she was.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 21, 2009 17:56:35 GMT -5
"Outside," he responded easily. "You won't need a cloak. It's warm today," he told her, taking her with him as though she would have no problem with this. It was a stupid, silly think he had in mind, but it would make her feel better, he was certain. And Merlin knew she needed that.
He pushed the big heavy oak door open with his shoulder, leading her outside, and he just kept walking, as far away from the castle as possible. He was surprised she went with him so willingly. Did that mean she trusted him? And why would she, if she did?
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
Posts: 326
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 21, 2009 18:23:41 GMT -5
She couldn't explain why she trusted him so completely, but she did. She followed him readily, clinging to him with one hand, while she attempted to wipe her face with a handkerchief. She probably still looked a wreck, and she couldn't quite understand why Cameron was bothering with her. He probably should have been looking for the blonde girl who liked to wear as little clothes as possible.
"I don't understand," she said at last. "What are we doing?"
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 21, 2009 20:22:29 GMT -5
"Be patient. Isn't that a virtue or something?" Cameron asked her, raising his eyebrows and he turned to look at her. He said nothing else as he too her far past the Quidditch pitch.
"All right," he said, stopping to look at her, now facing her. "No one's around. No one will ever know. Scream it all out."
He knew she wouldn't, or at least that she would fight him on it. In which case, he would scream with her. He wanted her to just let go.
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
Posts: 326
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 21, 2009 20:37:19 GMT -5
Savannah stared at him for a moment. Was he serious? Yes, she said she wanted to scream, but she didn't mean it. Or did she? In any case, the idea of standing around screaming was just... well, it was crazy. It wouldn't make her feel any better, and it wouldn't change anything. Would it?
"No," she said, lifting her chin. Her eyes were no longer quite so puff, and her cheeks had a becoming blush to them. She wouldn't have known it, but she looked beautiful. "No, that's silly. I'm not going to scream. I just... well... I don't know why I said that, but it won't help anything."
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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 Oct 21, 2009 21:06:41 GMT -5
Meanwhile, back at the table, Ingrid had been a bit surprised when Savannah got up and left, and Cameron followed after her. But she had sensed that Savannah was somewhat uncomfortable, and had been even before Ingrid arrived. Although she didn't think that she could have done anything to offend Savannah, she still couldn't help but worry that she was the reason the girl had left. But she could also sense things that were unspoken, and she knew instinctively that if anyone could help Savannah, it would be Cameron.
She gave Elliot a shy smile, then reached for his hand, trying to reassure him silently that Savannah would be OK. In fact, if she read the chemistry between them correctly, Ingrid rather suspected that there was a greater chance of Savannah leaving Elliot behind than of Elliot leaving her.
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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 Oct 21, 2009 22:00:31 GMT -5
Once Savannah left, Elliot thought that he should go after her but it was Cameron who did. He wasn't mad about that. In fact, he was glad that Cameron did. Elliot wasn't blind whenever it came to his sister.
Sighing, Elliot placed his fork down on his plate. He didn't really feel like he could eat anymore at the moment. Part of him felt like it was his fault that Savannah got up and just left the way she did. He brought his right hand up and rested his head on his hand.
Even though Ingrid smiled at him, he only returned a half smile but he did hold onto her hand. "Was that my fault," he asked her softly.
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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 Oct 21, 2009 22:10:25 GMT -5
Really, it could have been a lot of things. It could have been whatever Elliot said before Ingrid had even arrived. It could have been about Ingrid, or about Cameron. Or maybe she really wasn't feeling well. Ingrid was hardly in a place to judge, since she had only just met the girl. But her instinct was that, yes... it had to do with Elliot, though it certainly was not his fault.
Ingrid shrugged lightly and squeezed his hand. Whatever was bothering Savannah, Cameron would handle it. There was a connection there that she didn't think anyone even realized.
Hoping to distract him and keep him from worrying, Ingrid speared a piece of chicken with her fork and dipped it in the pineapple sauce before bringing it up to his mouth.
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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 Oct 21, 2009 22:20:35 GMT -5
Elliot didn't know what he had done to cause Savannah to just leave like that. He hoped that he hadn't said anything that she all of a sudden took offense to. It was going to bother him that he didn't know why she just ran out. He couldn't go after her right now, mainly because he didn't know where she went, and then there was the fact that Cameron went after her. Maybe Cameron would be able to do something. He could only hope.
Ingrid was able to capture his attention and he raised his eyebrows as she raised her fork to his mouth. A smile etched its way across his lips. She was able to make his mind go in different directions very easily. He was very thankful for that. If Ingrid hadn't been there, he probably would have just left the Great Hall and went back to his room or something with his mind running over what he could have done to cause Savannah to just leave like that.
Elliot let out a quiet laugh and took the bite of chicken off her fork and chewed it. He mainly did it just to please her. "Thank you," he said with a smile. Ingrid had been successful in distracting him. "I hope you know how glad I am you were in the Astronomy Tower."
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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 Oct 21, 2009 22:37:38 GMT -5
Ingrid smiled and nodded, telling him that she was glad that they had met as well. But she also knew that he was going to be thinking about Savannah and why she had left. It had to be frustrating to be that close to someone and yet not be able to really communicate. Ingrid was more sure than ever that Elliot needed to have that talk with his sister. It might be hard for her to hear, but ultimately, it would be good for her. The walls needed to come down, if either of them were ever going to be happy.
She wanted to get his mind off of the situation, at least until Savannah came back, if she did. So she reached into her folder and pulled out a piece of parchment, on which she had drawn an incredibly detailed likeness of Elliot. Smiling, she handed it to him.
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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 Oct 21, 2009 22:47:28 GMT -5
The talk with Savannah was going to occur as soon as he could get her alone. Elliot knew that it was going to be hard to hear, and it was going to be hard for him to say, but Savannah needed it. They could not carry on they way they were forever. Each of them had to break free. The bolt on the cage's door was slowly loosing and all Elliot had to do was hit the bolt just a little harder to open the door.
"You drew me," Elliot asked as he glanced at the paper. His smile was back on his face, he couldn't help it. He reached for the paper for a closer look. "This is amazing." His cheeks burned as he looked at it. It was a shock that someone took the time to do this. Seeing someone's art was somewhat like seeing the world as they viewed it. "I, I'm not sure what else to say." He continued to look at the paper, but then looked back up to Ingrid and added, "but that's a good thing, promise," just so she wouldn't be self conscience about what he had said. "Thank you."
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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 Oct 21, 2009 23:02:41 GMT -5
Ingrid smiled. Her drawing was one of the ways she was best able to express herself. She wrote as well, but she seldom showed her writing to other people. Other than the papers she was required to write for school, mostly everything else was kept hidden. Drawing, however, was somehow easier. She kept her drawings on the wall in her dormitory, mostly pictures of her father or her aunt or herself as s child. She also drew animals, incredibly detailed illustrations of birds and cats and rabbits that looked so lifelike that they might jump off the page. She had drawn Elliot's picture right after they met the night before.
She had drawn him with a smile, even though she knew it was rare for him. That was how she wanted him to be... happy. Reaching out, she put her hand on top of his that held the picture, then nodded. She wanted him to keep the picture.
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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 Oct 22, 2009 5:45:18 GMT -5
One of the things that Elliot couldn't do was draw that well. Even his stick people looked a little funny, but sometimes he would catch himself drawing small pictures on the side of his parchment. Never would he ever be able to do this, and he loved to look at other people's artwork.
Looking back on at the picture, he noticed that he was happy in the picture. That made him thinking about the previous night when Ingrid made him broaden his smile with her fingertips. A trace of a smile was still lingering on his lips. Happiness was something she liked and Elliot was going to try to be that way but the only thing holding him back was the way Savannah was still closed up.
Feeling her hand on his, Elliot looked back at her. "I can have it," he asked. He would keep the picture and take care of it. No one had ever given him anything like that and he felt honored that Ingrid would have taken the time to draw him of all people. "Thank you Ingrid."
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 22, 2009 14:11:26 GMT -5
Savannah stared at him for a moment. Was he serious? Yes, she said she wanted to scream, but she didn't mean it. Or did she? In any case, the idea of standing around screaming was just... well, it was crazy. It wouldn't make her feel any better, and it wouldn't change anything. Would it? "No," she said, lifting her chin. Her eyes were no longer quite so puff, and her cheeks had a becoming blush to them. She wouldn't have known it, but she looked beautiful. "No, that's silly. I'm not going to scream. I just... well... I don't know why I said that, but it won't help anything." Cameron laughed. "Come on, it's just me. I already know you don't care what I think. There's nothing holding you back." There was a light smirk on his face, only because he knew she was going to say no to this idea. "I did this with a cousin of mine once," he started to explain. "Except it wasn't quite screaming... she and I howled at the moon.... it's a long story, and you shouldn't judge. But it helps. I promise." He didn't bother to tell her that his cousin had broken down crying, and that was actually what had really helped her feel better. |
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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 Oct 22, 2009 17:56:56 GMT -5
But there was something holding her back. It was her. She had never once let loose her feelings, at least not so anyone could hear. She cried quietly at night when she was alone, but the idea of letting out a loud scream, for no reason at all.... well, it was ridiculous.
"No," she said again. "This is silly. I want to go back in now."
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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 Oct 22, 2009 21:08:11 GMT -5
One of the things that Elliot couldn't do was draw that well. Even his stick people looked a little funny, but sometimes he would catch himself drawing small pictures on the side of his parchment. Never would he ever be able to do this, and he loved to look at other people's artwork. Looking back on at the picture, he noticed that he was happy in the picture. That made him thinking about the previous night when Ingrid made him broaden his smile with her fingertips. A trace of a smile was still lingering on his lips. Happiness was something she liked and Elliot was going to try to be that way but the only thing holding him back was the way Savannah was still closed up. Feeling her hand on his, Elliot looked back at her. "I can have it," he asked. He would keep the picture and take care of it. No one had ever given him anything like that and he felt honored that Ingrid would have taken the time to draw him of all people. "Thank you Ingrid." Ingrid nodded happily. She was glad Elliot had liked the picture, and that it had helped take his mind off of his sister's departure. She had a pretty good instinct about people, and she had a feeling that Savannah would be all right. Cameron would make sure of that. But it seemed like lunch was finished. Elliot didn't seem to want to eat anything, and Savannah and Cameron were gone. So Ingrid made a decision. She grabbed a napkin and some food, including a couple of biscuits and some raw vegetables, and wrapped them up in the napkin. Then she stood up and took his hand, indicating that he should follow her. |
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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 Oct 23, 2009 7:55:59 GMT -5
Elliot liked seeing Ingrid happy. Her pale skin seemed to be brighter when she was. He glanced at the picture again. Different thoughts were bouncing through his mind. Whenever he brought his eyes up, he noticed that Ingrid was packing food away in a napkin. He raised his eyebrows as he slowly looked to her. What was she planning?
Once Ingrid took his hand, Elliot stood up and started to follow her. He wanted to know where they were going, but the look Ingrid had on her face told him that she wasn't going to tell him, he was just going to have to follow.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 23, 2009 23:04:34 GMT -5
Cameron was quiet for a minute. He could keep badgering her, maybe let out a scream himself- Merlin knew she was frustrating enough to warrant one-... or he could let it go. Honestly, sometimes, he didn't know how to handle things with her.
Finally, his smirk reappeared and he shrugged. "All right, have it your way. But it would have made you feel better."
She didn't trust him was what it all really boiled down to. Not with Ingrid, and certainly not with herself. "At least the walk was therapeutic, right?"
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