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 23, 2009 23:11:13 GMT -5
Actually, he was wrong. She did trust him, maybe even more than she herself realized. The one she didn't trust was herself. If she let go, if she screamed like he was asking her to do, she feared she might not be able to stop.
She nodded quietly. Her tears had dried, and she did look calmer. "Yes, it was," she admitted.
She stared down at the grass for a moment, then she bit down on her bottom lip and looked at him shyly. "Cameron, will you do something for me?"
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 23, 2009 23:16:10 GMT -5
Cameron shrugged, standing still (a rare feat for him). "Sure. What do you need?" He didn't expect anything serious to come out of her mouth, and would have been very surprised if she didn't tell him to just leave her alone and let her handle things her own way. But she was his best friend's sister, and sometimes, he liked to think he could call her a friend too. For that reason, he'd do almost anything she asked of him.
(Ack... they'll get longer!)
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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 23, 2009 23:24:40 GMT -5
Her breath caught in her throat, suddenly terrified. What she was about to ask of him.... well, she was certain he wasn't going to expect it. But she suddenly realized that it was exactly what she needed, and he was the only one she knew who could help her. But what if he said no?
She was close to telling him to forget it, just pretend she'd never said anything. But she took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on him.
"Will you... play for me? The piano.... or the guitar? Something I can sing to?"
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 25, 2009 0:03:24 GMT -5
Cameron let out a slow breath as she asked this, unconsciously looking around to make sure no one heard her. Then, quietly, he nodded and said, "Yeah, I can do that. Now?"
Singing was as good as screaming, he figured, at least for her. She just looked so heartbroken right now that he would have said yes to just about anything. Sometimes, he wondered if he never should have let catch him in the act. It made him nervous, worried that she would say something to someone and out him. He wasn't used to caring about public opinion, but... well, maybe he did, after all.
"Should we head back to the castle?"
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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 25, 2009 0:22:09 GMT -5
Savannah caught the way he looked around before answering her, and she frowned. Surely he knew no one was around; that was why he'd brought her here. He had wanted her to scream because no one would hear her here, and yet he was nervous that someone would hear him talking about music. And then it suddenly hit her... he was pretending, just as she was. He was playing the goofy, slacker type who didn't have a care in the worled, while hiding his love of music. It was just like how she hid her passionate nature behind a wall of manners and propriety.
She could have commented right then.... but for some reason, she didn't. She sort of liked knowing that he was as much of a liar as she was. And she was secretly intrigued by what lay beneath the lies.
She simply nodded. "Yes, let's go. We could go back to the Room of Requirement."
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 25, 2009 0:35:14 GMT -5
He wouldn't have played for her anywhere else but in the Room of Requirement. There was maybe one other room in the castle with access to a piano, and that was only some of the time in the Great Hall. But there were too many people around.
It wasn't that he would go out of his way to hide it. His room mates knew he played the guitar. He was at the age where playing the guitar was cool. But it was such a stupid, useless thing to be passionate about. Rabastan and Rystain were passionate about women. Ravenclaws were passionate about education. And he just had the colors and emotions that music gave him... it was useless, and therefore, it remained hidden.
"What do you want me to play?" he asked her as he walked her back up to the castle. "Or, I should ask, what do you want to sing to?"
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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 25, 2009 0:54:38 GMT -5
"Oh, anything is--" she started to say, but then she stopped. Actually, there was a particular song that she liked to sing along to. It wouldn't quite have the scream effect that a louder song would have, but she liked it, and it always made her feel more hopeful and positive.
"Actually, there is something. Do you know.... have you heard of the Beatles? They have this song.... it's called Here Comes the Sun. Do you know it?"
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 25, 2009 1:13:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know the Beatles," Cameron said, honestly surprised that she had committed to one song. "I can play that for you. George Harrison wrote it, didn't he? Anyway, it lends itself to the guitar more than the piano... but it's up to you which you'd rather sing to."
She always struck him as more of a piano girl. The sound was heavier and classier, and it just seemed to fit her.
He stuck his hands in his pockets as they walked, curious why she picked that song... but he wouldn't ask.
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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 25, 2009 17:11:50 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter," she said. "You're doing me a favor, so whatever is easier for you."
She wouldn't have dared admit it aloud, but she actually found the image of him playing guitar to be rather attractive. She adored the piano, but the guitar had its appeal as well. She was sort of curious to see him playing it.
"Would you have to go down to your common room to get your guitar, or would it just be up there already if you wanted it to be?"
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 25, 2009 17:44:39 GMT -5
"Well, they're both easy," Cameron replied with a little shrug. "I just think the song sounds better on the guitar. And I can have one up there. That's why I like that room so much. Whatever you need, it'll take care of you."
It was also a refuge. If you closed the door, no one could really find you in there. Cameron had a thing about being locked in a room, though, and usually left the door open. He'd close it for her though, imagining that she would want the privacy.
When they reached the castle, he pulled open the door for her. "Lead the way, love."
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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 25, 2009 20:19:58 GMT -5
Savannah felt her cheeks grow warm when he called her "love." She knew it was just an expression, but it still made her blush for reasons she didn't want to think about at that moment.
She was quiet as they made their way up the stairs until they finally reached the Seventh Floor. When they finally reached the spot where the Room of Requirement was, she turned to him. "You do it."
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 25, 2009 21:01:08 GMT -5
"Yes, ma'am," Cameron teased, though he inwardly raised an eyebrow at this request. He would have thought she would want to make the room so that she would be comfortable in it. Maybe she didn't know how?
He took a second and then paced in front of the wall three times. "I need a music room," he said, concentrating on what he needed inside.
When the door appeared, he smiled, almost as if he didn't expect it to work, and opened it. "After you."
Inside was a very calm room. It was a lot of white and a lot of beige, just neutral colors that weren't too distracting. There was a guitar on a stand, and a piano just in case.
After she went inside, he followed, closing the door and making his way to the guitar, picking it up almost tenderly. "It's not mine, but it's pretty damn close," he commented, turning it over in his hands before looking up. "This okay for you?"
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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 26, 2009 18:54:51 GMT -5
Savannah stepped in the room and looked around. The room was decorated in neutral colors, but there was something relaxing about it. She took a deep breath as if she had been holding it for a while.
"It's perfect," she said quietly. "Thank you."
She turned to him and saw that he was holding the guitar. She had been right.... he looked as though he had been born with a guitar in his hands.
"I should probably point out that it's not very proper for a young lady to be alone in a room with a boy... but this was my idea. And I kind of don't care. Does that shock 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 26, 2009 19:02:04 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. Ingrid knew exactly where she was taking him. She wanted to show him the little sanctuary that Hagrid had set up for her next to his hut. Her smile was mysterious as she led him out of the building and across the grounds. They passed the Whomping Willow and made their way over to Hagrid's hut. When they got there, she turned to him and put a finger over her lips, telling him to keep this place a secret. Then she smiled again and led him around the back, to the little group of cages that were set up there. She went immediately to the cage where the bird who had been struck by the Willow was now recuperating, and opened it up. Taking out the small bird, she held it out to Elliot. |
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 27, 2009 3:02:06 GMT -5
"Hardly," Cameron replied, still looking at the guitar in his hands. His eyes slowly rose to meet hers as he sat on the piano bench, the guitar under his arm. "But what does surprise me is that fact you admitted it. Well, that and the fact that you think this is in anyway inappropriate. You should really trust me more." He added the last sentence with a small frown, thinking back to the way she had told him to keep his mouth shut at lunch.
"You're safe with me, Savannah. I realize I'm not the best hands for you to be in, but I'd never let anything happen to you." He shrugged, unsure if this would even make her feel better.
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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 27, 2009 6:21:51 GMT -5
Elliot watched the direction that they were going, curious as to why they were going toward the Whomping Willow. He didn't question it, however. Ingrid's mysterious smile made him smile as he continued to follow her.
Seeing Hagrid's Hut, Elliot's curiosity rose even more. As Ingrid brought a finger to her lips, he nodded. Who was he going to tell about this outing? Sure, if Savannah asked about anything, he could always say that they went for a walk. That really wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. Although, Elliot doubted that his sister would ask anything.
Elliot wasn't sure what to expect in those little cages, but whenever Ingrid pulled out a little bird, he smiled. He could tell that something happened to it after she had it in her hands. As she offered it to him, he put his hands together to hold the bird carefully. "Did you help heal him?"
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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 27, 2009 12:36:44 GMT -5
"Hardly," Cameron replied, still looking at the guitar in his hands. His eyes slowly rose to meet hers as he sat on the piano bench, the guitar under his arm. "But what does surprise me is that fact you admitted it. Well, that and the fact that you think this is in anyway inappropriate. You should really trust me more." He added the last sentence with a small frown, thinking back to the way she had told him to keep his mouth shut at lunch. "You're safe with me, Savannah. I realize I'm not the best hands for you to be in, but I'd never let anything happen to you." He shrugged, unsure if this would even make her feel better. She sat down on the piano bench and turned to face him, her head tilted to one side. "I know that," she said. "I do trust you. Maybe I shouldn't.... but I do. You are possibly the only person I trust other than Elliot. I just don't always trust the company you keep." She frowned, remembering the barely-dressed blonde who had walked into the Yule Ball on his arm. "And anyway, I don't think there's anything wrong with us being in here together. But... well, my father would. Not that I care what he would have thought." |
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 27, 2009 14:21:51 GMT -5
Cameron frowned as well, but for a different reason. Obviously, she did care what her father thought, or she wouldn't keep mentioning it. "Hey, you know that offer to have a bonfire is still on the table," he told her, and though she would take it as a joke, he really meant it. They should just burn everything "proper and prim" and set her free of it.
Somewhat absently, his fingers started lightly picking at the strings of the instrument in his lap, and he watched her. "You know most of the company I keep is you and your brother. For the most part, I think I have pretty good judgement in people. But we all have our faults, right?"
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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 27, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -5
If she had analyzed her feelings, she would probably have realized that the reason she clung to all of the lessons that had been drilled into her head actually had very little to do with her father. It was her mother she wanted to please, and there was that little voice inside of her that was afraid of disappointing her. Savannah loved her mother, who had tried so hard to be good and perfect and take care of everyone, but somewhere along the way she forgot to take care of herself. In many ways, Savannah was too much like her mother, and she had yet to realize just how unhealthy that was.
“Yes, that’s true,” she said. “And I’d like to think that we’ve had a good influence on you. But we’re not your only friends.”
She couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde girl. Was that the kind of girl he liked? She felt like he must have found her boring in comparison to that girl.
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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 27, 2009 15:43:20 GMT -5
Elliot watched the direction that they were going, curious as to why they were going toward the Whomping Willow. He didn't question it, however. Ingrid's mysterious smile made him smile as he continued to follow her. Seeing Hagrid's Hut, Elliot's curiosity rose even more. As Ingrid brought a finger to her lips, he nodded. Who was he going to tell about this outing? Sure, if Savannah asked about anything, he could always say that they went for a walk. That really wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. Although, Elliot doubted that his sister would ask anything. Elliot wasn't sure what to expect in those little cages, but whenever Ingrid pulled out a little bird, he smiled. He could tell that something happened to it after she had it in her hands. As she offered it to him, he put his hands together to hold the bird carefully. "Did you help heal him?" Ingrid nodded as she moved to the only other occupied cage. Angus the rabbit was getting bigger, and she would soon have to decide if she was going to release him back into the wild, or keep him. Normally, she released the animals when they were strong enough to go back. But Angus was different; she had raised him from a motherless baby. So she felt particularly attached to him. And she wasn’t even sure he would know how to survive on his own. But she didn’t feel it was right to always keep an animal in a cage. She took the rabbit out from his cage and held him in her arms. Turning back to Elliot, she nodded over to a little bench where they could sit for a while with the animals. Her smile was shy, yet she knew that he would understand why she brought him here. For her, this was a safe little sanctuary away from the noise of the school. |
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