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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 27, 2009 20:06:39 GMT -5
"And you don't like my friends," Cameron replied rather nonchalantly. He shrugged, still lightly playing the guitar in his hands. "Fair enough."
Then, he grinned. "Who is it you don't like? Rabastan?" If he had to guess, it would definitely be his fellow 7th year. He would have never guess that it was, in fact, Brenda that Savannah despised so much, if she could ever actually despise someone.
"Hey, I came up with something for you. Do you want to hear it?" His ADD was back full tilt, and he was too easily distracted.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 27, 2009 22:48:34 GMT -5
"Well, no... I don't care much for Rabastan," she replied.
But he most cetainly was not who she was thinking of. It wasn't like he spent that much time with Rabastan that she could see. Obviously they would be roommates, but that didn't necessarily make them friends. She wasn't really friends with her roommates. Zoe was always buried in books, and Adele was kind of a loner. She always tried to be nice to both of them, but they were hardly friends.
No, Savannah's mind was on the blonde girl. But before she could even say anything about the girl, he said something about a song, and all thoughts of the girl vanished from Savannah's mind. "A song for me?" she asked, surprised. "Yes, I would like to hear it."
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Elliot Lyons
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Oct 28, 2009 10:05:05 GMT -5
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. When he saw Ingrid take out the rabbit from his cage and how careful she was, he knew that she had let him in on a secret of hers. It felt strange, yet good to know that she trusted him enough to let him in. Sometimes he felt that Cameron kept things from him, and sometimes he thought that maybe Savannah was too, but then again it was up to them if they wanted to share anything. Elliot wasn't going to force anything out of anyone. He still held onto the bird very carefully as he took a seat next to Ingrid on the bench. Elliot knew that this was a place that was all Ingrid's. It had to be one of the places she went to get away from everyone. "This is a really quite place," he commented. It was quiet with the exception of nature sounds. There wasn't anyone fussing with someone else, or people just being loud. Elliot felt the bird move a little in his hands and he looked down at it. "You know, you did a really good job helping him. What happened?" |
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 28, 2009 11:36:19 GMT -5
"He's not actually such a bad guy. But yeah... I don't actually see you liking the majority of the people in my house." Which, briefly, made him wonder why he was the exception, or if he even was.
But, like her, these thoughts fled his mind as he turned to music, and he smiled a little. "Okay. But the thing is... you have to play a little bit, too. It's... not complicated, but I can't play both parts." He had come up with (he was hard pressed to use the word 'written' since he actually had nothing on paper) a song that required both the piano and the guitar. Though knowing that she was likely the only person who would ever hear it, he made the piano the simpler one, the chords that she could learn quickly.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 28, 2009 12:38:33 GMT -5
Actually, he was not the only exception. Savannah found the Burke sisters to be likable enough… they were spoiled, of course, but they were well-mannered and polite and didn’t go out of their way to be nasty to people. And Xavier Scotts, despite being quiet and anti-social, was also quite intelligent and insightful if you could ever get him into a conversation. Even Severus Snape, who was often seen with a first year Ravenclaw girl, wasn’t as bad as many of the Slytherins. But Savannah never said any of this to Cameron. She was too distracted by the music. It was, after all, what they’d come here for, wasn’t it?
“So… it’s like a duet? And you want me to play piano for it?” She bit her lip, feeling somewhat nervous. “I’m really not very good, you know… I wouldn’t want to mess it up.”
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 28, 2009 14:58:15 GMT -5
"Nonsense. You played Beethoven well enough. Besides, this is easy part. You'll do fine. Here, I'll teach you," Cameron said all of this in one rush of a sentence, not believing for a second that she would mess it up. She was actually very good, even if that was the only song she knew. But the music he'd created for her just wouldn't be complete without both instruments, and there was no one else in the school that he was going to teach it too.
"Here," he said, reaching behind himself and setting the guitar back on its stand. "It's just four chords." He began to play those chords very quietly on the alto end of the keyboard. "You'll be playing in higher octives though," he told her, watching her. "Can you do that?"
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 28, 2009 21:49:33 GMT -5
She watched him, laying her fingers on the keys. She followed his movements on the higher keys, but her mind wasn't really on the piano. She was watching him, transfixed. In this room, it was almost impossible to believe that this was the same Cameron that she had known all these years. He was someone else entirely... someone she very much wanted to know. And maybe he had always been that other person, and she just didn't realize it. She felt rather honored to be let in on this secret side of him.
"I can do that," she said softly.
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Oct 28, 2009 21:59:47 GMT -5
When he saw Ingrid take out the rabbit from his cage and how careful she was, he knew that she had let him in on a secret of hers. It felt strange, yet good to know that she trusted him enough to let him in. Sometimes he felt that Cameron kept things from him, and sometimes he thought that maybe Savannah was too, but then again it was up to them if they wanted to share anything. Elliot wasn't going to force anything out of anyone. He still held onto the bird very carefully as he took a seat next to Ingrid on the bench. Elliot knew that this was a place that was all Ingrid's. It had to be one of the places she went to get away from everyone. "This is a really quite place," he commented. It was quiet with the exception of nature sounds. There wasn't anyone fussing with someone else, or people just being loud. Elliot felt the bird move a little in his hands and he looked down at it. "You know, you did a really good job helping him. What happened?" The Whomping Willow was still visible in the distance, so Ingrid pointed at it in answer to his question. Then, for added effect, she made a motion with her hands that resembled a tree branch smashing against something. Really, Bek had been the one to do most of the healing... she was just taking care of the bird while it recovered from its shock and regained its strength. But that was important, too. Living things needed love, and she had a lot of that to give. Nodding to the rabbit in her arms, she made another motion, indicating something very small. She hoped he would understand what she was saying--that she'd found the rabbit as a baby. |
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 28, 2009 22:10:11 GMT -5
Cameron smiled. "Then that's it. That's all you have to do... and you're got the perfect speed already. I mean, there's a little more to it... but that's good enough for the general idea."
If he had any idea what she was thinking at that moment, he would have clammed up and just stopped, never letting her see this side of him again. But as it was, he was blissfully unaware, and he stopped playing on the piano, just making sure that she was okay on her own. Transfixed in his own thoughts for a moment, he just watched her hands, and then nodded, picking up the guitar and timing it.
Then, he started to play. It was picking, complimenting the chords he had her playing. It was definitely influenced by Moonlight Sonada, but still had a little punk flair to it that was all his own.
"It makes me think of you," he said as he played for her, "Because it's how I see you." Although he wouldn't elaborate, he wanted to say that, like her, it was pretty and traditional and classic and just dying to be something unconventional.
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Oct 29, 2009 16:23:09 GMT -5
The Whomping Willow was still visible in the distance, so Ingrid pointed at it in answer to his question. Then, for added effect, she made a motion with her hands that resembled a tree branch smashing against something. Really, Bek had been the one to do most of the healing... she was just taking care of the bird while it recovered from its shock and regained its strength. But that was important, too. Living things needed love, and she had a lot of that to give. Nodding to the rabbit in her arms, she made another motion, indicating something very small. She hoped he would understand what she was saying--that she'd found the rabbit as a baby. "The Whomping Willow attacked it? Poor bird," he said looking back down to it. It was amazing how kind and gentle Ingrid was when there were people quite the opposite. He was sure that she was going to be great in whatever she did, because of the love that she gave. "You've raised that rabbit too?" Elliot smiled. "I never had the chance to have a pet, except for an owl to use." He gave a shrug. Part of him wished that he would have had a pet. It would have been something that he could have had to keep his mind off of things, but his uncle wouldn't allow a pet. He complained about the owl making noises, so there was no way he was going to allow any other kind of animal in. "You've done amazing things, you know that?" |
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Oct 29, 2009 21:48:06 GMT -5
Maybe if she were to analyze it, she would realize that part of the reason she worked so hard to help animals was because she had been unable to save her father all those years ago. There was also the fact that animals were innocent and pure; they never lied or cheated or deliberately hurt others for no reason. Ingrid had seem so much of lies and pain, more than enough. She wanted to make things better, even in the smallest way. She needed to feel that she had some measure of control over the world around her. Although she did not speak, she wanted to be a voice of compassion in a world that was so often devoid of it.
She smiled and petted the rabbit lovingly. At Elliot's compliment, she felt her cheeks grow warm, and she looked up at him. It made her feel good to know that Elliot cared, that he understood. She already felt so close to him.
The rabbit had no urge to flee; he was far too used to her. He sat complacently on her lap, and she let go, just letting him sit there, as she reached over to take the bird from Elliot. She wanted to see if the bird was ready to go free.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Oct 29, 2009 22:23:08 GMT -5
Cameron smiled. "Then that's it. That's all you have to do... and you're got the perfect speed already. I mean, there's a little more to it... but that's good enough for the general idea." If he had any idea what she was thinking at that moment, he would have clammed up and just stopped, never letting her see this side of him again. But as it was, he was blissfully unaware, and he stopped playing on the piano, just making sure that she was okay on her own. Transfixed in his own thoughts for a moment, he just watched her hands, and then nodded, picking up the guitar and timing it. Then, he started to play. It was picking, complimenting the chords he had her playing. It was definitely influenced by Moonlight Sonada, but still had a little punk flair to it that was all his own. "It makes me think of you," he said as he played for her, "Because it's how I see you." Although he wouldn't elaborate, he wanted to say that, like her, it was pretty and traditional and classic and just dying to be something unconventional. She nearly missed one of the keys in surprise at that comment. She was already starting to understand that for him, music was his way of seeing the world. And he seemed to have just "come up" with this on the spot... because it was how he saw her? The song was lovely, and she felt honored that he would think of her this way, even if she didn't understand why or what it meant. So what could she say? She was almost afraid to ask him why.... a part of her just wanted that to remain a mystery. So she simply said, "Thank you. It's beautiful." She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't hide his love of music. It was clearly important to him, and he really had a gift for it. Why hide it? Why not show the world what he could do? But she didn't say this to him, because she knew, deep down, that if she admonished him for hiding his music and pretending to be something he was not, she would be a hypocrite. She was hiding, too. And if she had her reasons, he must have, too. She just felt privileged to be in on the secret. And maybe, just maybe, she could find it in herself to share some of her secrets with him. Could she? |
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Oct 29, 2009 22:30:36 GMT -5
Elliot watched Ingrid as she petted the rabbit. He noticed that her movements were graceful and caring. Everything about her was that way, or at least what he noticed. He also noticed that sometimes the way she did things was like she was holding back. Maybe it was just the look he caught last night. They both were just holding back and maybe now they could just let a little more go each day.
Seeing Ingrid's hands coming toward him, Elliot held his hands out so that she could get the bird. His cheeks burned as their hands brushed. "Are you going to see if it's ready to go off on its own?"
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Oct 30, 2009 12:30:20 GMT -5
Cameron just shrugged away the compliment. "I don't think it's finished. I don't know, we'll see if anything else comes to me."
The way he saw it, he wasn't hiding who he was. Music itself was nothing to be ashamed of. The children of pureblood, wealthy families all knew some kind of instrument, and some of them were actually very good. But Cameron also knew that the way he saw the music, the colors and the emotions and the way he thought in musical notes... that wasn't normal and he knew that. So he kept all of this private, not hidden. If someone asked, he would tell them. No one ever asked though... they took him at face value.
Without missing a beat, the song changed suddenly to one she would recognize, the Beatles song she asked for. "Personally, I like Let It Be. I guess yours is happier though, isn't it?"
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Oct 30, 2009 15:44:56 GMT -5
Ingrid’s cheeks also pinkened as their hands brushed. It sent a shiver down her spine and she didn’t quite understand why. To distract herself, she answered his question with a simple nod. It had been a couple of weeks now, and it seemed like it should be time for the bird to go free. It seemed stronger and healthier, and she was getting a sense that he was ready to go.
Taking the bird in her hands, she held him up, checking the injured wing, as well as a few other bruises and tender spots she had seen on the animal. It didn’t protest, and the wing seemed strong.
Smiling softly, she handed the bird back to Elliot and made a motion with her hands to indicate that he should release it. For some reason, it seemed only right that he should do it.
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Oct 31, 2009 7:53:09 GMT -5
A smile appeared on Elliot's face as he watched how Ingrid handled the small bird. She had let him in on a secret of hers, quite a few in fact. He discovered that Ingrid had a sense of humor last night and she always wanted to see people happy. She also was quite the artist and was a gentle and kind human being. He had uncovered those secrets himself, because he took the time to talk to her. Now, she let him in on a bigger secret and he couldn't feel more honored that she trusted him that much to show him.
They had a level of understanding each other and that was what Elliot needed to help push him closer to letting himself go. Now, he just had to talk to Savannah, and he was going to help Ingrid let herself go, that was if she let him help.
Elliot held his hands out to take the bird again. His smile broadened. Without a word, Elliot released the bird back out into the sky. The little thing started to fly alright and flew around them before flying away. He looked to Ingrid. "I bet that small bird is very grateful that you came along."
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Nov 1, 2009 12:11:18 GMT -5
She smiled as the song changed. There was something so hopeful about the song that spoke to her. It made her think of a sunny spring day, with the wind in her hair and the sun in her face. She had never thought of it that way, but she supposed it sort of represented freedom, a sense that anything could happen. That the world was wide open with possibilities. She needed that in her life, that freedom, because she was always keeping everything so tightly bottled up.
But she didn't tell him any of that. She simply shrugged and replied, "It always makes me feel happy.... hopeful. Let it Be is a good song, but there's a sense of finality to it."
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Nov 1, 2009 17:58:31 GMT -5
A smile appeared on Elliot's face as he watched how Ingrid handled the small bird. She had let him in on a secret of hers, quite a few in fact. He discovered that Ingrid had a sense of humor last night and she always wanted to see people happy. She also was quite the artist and was a gentle and kind human being. He had uncovered those secrets himself, because he took the time to talk to her. Now, she let him in on a bigger secret and he couldn't feel more honored that she trusted him that much to show him. They had a level of understanding each other and that was what Elliot needed to help push him closer to letting himself go. Now, he just had to talk to Savannah, and he was going to help Ingrid let herself go, that was if she let him help. Elliot held his hands out to take the bird again. His smile broadened. Without a word, Elliot released the bird back out into the sky. The little thing started to fly alright and flew around them before flying away. He looked to Ingrid. "I bet that small bird is very grateful that you came along." Ingrid had a tiny tear in her eye that trickled down her cheek as the bird flew around them, then took off on its own. A strange mixture of emotions flooded through her every time she did this. There was relief that the animal was well enough to go back on its own, pride at being the one to help it heal, and sorrow that the animal was gone from her life. There was also a powerful feeling of hope, that the animal would go on to have a great life. A more cynical person might have thought that the bird would fly away, only to get eaten by a hawk or something. But Ingrid never thought that way, not about animals. She may have had some somewhat negative opinions of people, but animals were innocent. She looked up at Elliot and smiled through her tears. Then, impulsively, she reached out and slipped her hand in his. |
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Post by Elliot Lyons on Nov 1, 2009 20:27:31 GMT -5
Maybe the incident with the small bird was a symbol for what was going on now. Something happened the bird, causing it not to be able to do what it wanted to do, which was fly free. With the right nurture, the bird could return to its healthy self and fly away.
Last night and even now, Ingrid was caring. She was there and whatever he had to say she would listen, and give advice if she could. Last night was the strong care that he needed and maybe he could be strong enough now to help Savannah and himself fly away. Leave it to Elliot's mind to start analyzing things.
The feel of Ingrid's hand cause Elliot to come out of his thoughts and smile at Ingrid. He noticed her tears and reached up with his other hand and wiped her tears away. Elliot knew that her tears were partly happy to see the bird fly away, and he was sure that she probably sad that it going on its own way.
He squeezed her hand. "I appreciate you bringing me here."
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Nov 1, 2009 21:59:04 GMT -5
Ingrid had never had a best friend. At least, not a human one. Bek was her only other friend, and she had only recently brought the seventh year here to this place. There were many other secrets she kept from Bek. But for the first time ever, Ingrid was finding that there was someone she wanted to share her deepest secrets with.
A shiver ran down her spine as he reached up and wiped the tears away. It should have scared her or at least made her nervous, but instead, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax. She couldn't understand why, but she trusted him completely. She was obviously not a girl who trusted easily, and she rarely ever reached out to people and let them in, the way she was doing with Elliot. But he made it so easy.
Opening her eyes, she smiled at him and abruptly picked up the rabbit that was in her lap and held it out to him. She had something else she wanted to show him.
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