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 Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:10 pm
Kathos smirked while Cella talked, it was nice hearing her French accent slipping in, "Well I think you somewhat have your answer to that Cella. Considering what you said, in a nice mix of French, you stated she asked. That doesn't mean you have to go.", he spoke out quietly after having previously processed how she mentioned her grandmother wanting her to work at the vineyard.
He looked back into the fire, watching the blends of colors in the magical fire loosing himself a bit in the flames even, "It's not fair when people try to tell us what is right. Just like the world about us state that us Slytherins are the darkest wizards there are and shouldn't be.", he shrugged lightly with that, "However I say we should do as we please. Well to an extent of course, nothing that would get us in Azkaban. Or at least be careful not to get caught ya?", he grinned at the weird joke of his.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 6:47 pm
Grabbing her knees, wrapping her arms around her dainty figure, Ascella put her chin to her knee. Her eye contact faded, and she stared at the floor.
"You've goot a point. Haowever, I really have nothing going for me here in england. I cannot geet good 'ealthcare, and alas, my mozeir (mother) cannot afford me at home any longer. Not avter paying vor my seester's wedding. My brozeir iz bad enough, and my Grandmeir reelly needs some help."
Her smile was gone, just the thought of what Kale would do once she told him her plans made her insides hurt. However, Ascella still told herself that a clean cut would be best for her, though, part of her was still fighting her decision.
How am I supposed to tell Kale that I wont be living in england anymore. Should I say nothing, act like nothing is wrong, and if he ever contacts me or my family, just have my mother nonchalantly say that I've left? No. That would be horrible.
I'll have to tell him in person. But oh dear, than he might...He might just try and talk me out of it. I can't. I must. OH s**t I've got a problem don't I. Just..just talk to Kathos.
After hearing Kathos' almost poetic comment on how everyone tried to tell everyone else how they should live their lives, and how people tell others what is right.
"Zat vas awfully poetic Kathos. And very insightful. You aree veery easy to ta'k too. I wish eet was ze zame vor my other friends."
With a simple smile, Ascella lifted her head from her knees, her blanket still wrapped loosley around her shoulders. Just the memory of how she acted the last time she talked to Kale made her mad at herself. She had smiled, gone unconscious, and cried. How embarrassing. Though, everytime she remembered that part of her memory, she couldn't help but let her face turn blood red. Kale, without a shirt on. And on top of that, he was awake. It just made her heart sing. On the other hand, it hurt her to think of, because he would never be hers to love, and she would be leaving, so there would be no point in telling him her feelings.
(Holy cow. This is long. XD)
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 1:11 pm
Kathos quirked up an dark and elegant eyebrow at that comment, "Never considered myself easy to speak with before, something new I suppose.", giving a light shrug with that, "Though I would consider it that in here we don't necessarily have to keep our masks up.", considering back on how every Slytherin he's known of, even out of Hogwarts normally would keep up cold masks of indifference while amongst relatives, even being with those they trust they start to forget to drop their masks and relax.
Kathos began turning gears and wheels in his head, mildly cursing himself for considering a muggle saying but at the moment he had no actual need to be cautious, his father isn't there to attempt mind reading for the foul thought, "What is it that you yourself want Cella? Health care one gets in one way or another, even if needed to floo to another country for it, it's not impossible for that. And you've spent what, almost seven full years here in England/Scotland, surely something has gotten you to enjoy your stay here as well as the many contacts made over the years. Unless you'd tell me that you've been hiding away in a shadow and not vanting something yaself.", he spoke after some thought, "Ya is a Slyderin, whitch mean cunning snake no? Vat are you be doing be led to a corner?", having himself be slipping into his Russian accent, which he at times would do when not being careful of his English.
ooc: I think I'll start bolding "speech" or it«ll get lost in the longer text, lolz. Long is good.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:55 pm
At his comment, Ascella couldn't help but go blank. Never expecting such a simple question to make her head spin, Ascella let out a small exasperated sigh. Using her right hand to run her fingers through her hair, the small, fragile French girl was at a loss for words
What do I want? I know, but I really don't know how to say it.
"I vant everyone to be 'appy. Whezier I'm 'appy or noat. I don't vant anyone to be burdened by me, and my condition. Yo a're right on ze health care front but... Well...What I really want....iz.." I really want to fall in love. However, the only person I have ever loved in that matter, only see's me as a sister. Or, if he sees me in any other light, he hasn't changed his stone cold mask.
Squeezing her knees tighter, Ascella let her face get smashed into her knees. No one had ever asked her what she wanted. Well, wanted out of life. And if they did, she would be to embarrassed to tell anyone.
"Iv you 'avent noticed..I don't really talk to people I do noot know. I don't make...Friends very well. Zat is, unless I'm drunk of caurse(course). Haoweveir, I cannot have alcohol anymore, du to my condition. So, people don't get to know me easily. I've known you feir (for) yeir's(years), and I've only been geeeting to know you just zis school year."
As she spoke, her voice got soft and softer, almost as if she was whispering. Luckily for them, they were the only ones in the common room, so there was no problem in hearing each other. However, as Kathos' slipped into a german accent, she couldn't help but let out a smile.
(( That sounds good.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:12 pm
ooc: I'm offended, Kathos is Russian not German (j/k on the actual offended thing). xd
"Ya, I noticed that. Den again, all of us don make friends. Suppose ve only make acquaintances us being snakes and all.", Kathos said in light response to her getting to know each other bit, taking in her fragile like state even more now. "Yet now I ask meself, are yer really a snake with that? Why not yer be happy as vell? I doubt yer friends would tink ya being burden to them, is (if) so, dey vold (would) say so bay now net (no)?", frowning on how Cella wasn't or seeming doesn't want to fight for herself and her wants when there clearly seemed to be a chance for that if she actually fought for it. Nothing is deniable, just detained for a while but reachable at some point no matter the struggle, despite for some reason he himself was somewhat in a mildly similar situation.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:51 pm
(( Oops...I really don't know whyI said German...XD Sorry about that))
"Good acquaintances that is. However, I do consider myself to have at least two friends. I'm not so sure what Kale and I are." Ascella really wasn't sure where this conversation was going. Whether this would reveal herself as not being a snake, or just being totally selfish.
"I've changed a lot in my years at Hogwarts. In my first year, I was cold, and vicious, almost never speaking in English unless I had to. After I got diagnosed, I realized that there was more to life, and well...I'm not the same person. If you recall, in my third year I had blond hair that went down to my hips. When I came back to school in my fourth year, after I got diagnosed, I had chopped my hair off to my chin. I was a little nicer, I stopped talking in French at school, and I just...Wasn't a slytherin anymore." The memory of several people staring at her when she came back to school in between her third and fourth year flooded her mind. People stared at her, she had chopped her hair off to be pixie short. Ascella spoke in a perfect English accent, unlike her previous heavy french accent. It was like she was a different person.
Now, she didn't want to remember the old Ascella.
"I really don't think I'm a snake anymore. And if I was a burden to my friends, they would never tell me. I have only been able to trust one person, and I haven't been able to get up the guts to tell him anything. I'm a coward. If we could switch houses, I probably would." With a sigh, Ascella stared at the floor, her arms loosening up their grip from around her legs. Letting her small legs slide off the couch, she sat up in a normal position, finally letting her gaze meet that of Kathos' once again.
((Okay, I'm not typing the french accent. It's getting really tedious. Just assume that she is speaking in an accent unless I type otherwise.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 4:13 pm
ooc: did say it was ok
"Ya, I remember. Shame ye lozt that hair. Waz good on you.", Kathos said as he recalled the first few years and remembering the long simmering blond hair Cella used to have, which did quite suit her well in his option, proper of course for a pureblood, model like for muggles since they normally have hard time managing such hair and keeping it well taken care of. Kathos stared a bit into her eyes a bit before looking back into the fire, "I do suppose vith time ve've changed. Somme to thee better others to, vell, thee different houses I suppose. I recall many a times people vould say I belonged in the eagle house, yet here I am with the snakes.", reminiscing on how most of his fellow snakes would look and stare at him in the past when he'd be in a corner of the common room just doodling in secret with a textbook and essay nearby, which he normally would have already completed before hand, though being the snake he was he kept it a secret, so far that he knows of, no one knows of that secret passion of drawing of his, Merlin forbid if anyone did fine out, worse if they mentioned word of it to Lord Ishkandar, Kathos actually gave a very descreet shudder if his father ever did find out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 4:30 pm
"Well, I grew it out again. Though, I bet with it being up, you can't really tell." Reaching back to the back of her head, Ascella gently pulled the hair tie off from around her long blond hair. The long cornslik strands fell neatly along her frame, reaching to about her mid back.
After a small twitch in her legs, Ascella stood up, throwing her blanket on the couch. Her fingers were twiddling together, her feet taking her back and forth along the dungeon floors.
"People change. People leave. People Die. People should expect it." Those almost poetic words were muttered quietly under her breath, part of her wasn't sure if Kathos even herd it. Another part really didn't care.
With her eyes at the floor, Ascella continued to slowly pace back and forth, turning at the same time, the same place each round.
((aack short post. D<))
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 4:40 pm
"Yes, vold not have noticed since it had been up like that.", Kathos said as he looked at the long blond locks, glowing more even perhaps with the magical fire's blazing glow that would cast about the common room.
He shifted slightly from his formal seating position to watch better the agitated colleague of his pace on the stone floor. "Yet people don't vant it to be.", as if perhaps giving an odd response to her rumbling words that she muttered, yet were hear able throughout the room, since the only there to make noise at the moment were the both of them and the fire, which was easy to tune out to give the decent and correct attention to his fellow snake, despite how one may perhaps not see Cella as the Slytherin she is.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 4:51 pm
With his last words, Ascella couldn't help but smile. He was completely right. Everyone denied the inevitable, making what was to come harder than it had to be.
People die, people cry. People come, people go. It was completely accepted by her, and she didn't want to get close enough to anyone, considering how badly she got hurt when she was little.
Maybe I should just leave school. People don't need me here. Kale has plenty of people. Raina can get alone with almost anyone, that is, if she wants to. However, could I do that to Dexter. Now that me and Kathos are friends, I think, what should I do. I have no reason to stay in England, and there might be new people in France.
As she paced, Ascella stared at the floor. However, even as her eyes stayed on the ground ahead of her, she failed to notice how close she had drifted to the side of the couch.
Slam.
Her foot hit the side of the couch, making her loose her already shaky balance. Before she knew it, she was on the ground, her hand had smashed against the concrete of the floor, hoping to break her fall. With a wince of pain, Ascella tried to view the damage. Her pants were torn at the knees, her foot was bleeding, her knees were slightly bleeding as well.
Muttering a small swear word under her breath, Ascella sat up, hoping that Kathos didn't see all of that.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 5:07 pm
ooc: hmm, thought she'd be in the standard skirt per part of the female population uniform
Kathos had almost practically flew off his seat when he heard the loud sound of Cella's fall, wand ready even, cursing mentally of thinking that perhaps a lion had attempted and perhaps succeeding in entering the Slytherin domain ready to fire them out. He rushed over to Cella's side however and began evaluating her wounds.
The knees wounds and tearing seemed much more minor compared to her foot, which looked to be bleeding badly. Grabbing a cloth handkerchief out of his black slacks side pocket he first cast a chilling spell to it before pressing it against the open wound on her foot, "Sorry if it hurts."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 5:18 pm
((She was in her pajama's. See earlier post. <3))
Ascella really didn't know what to say. Her head was still spinning, and she could smell the metallic scent of the blood. Her blood.
Kathos was over there just a minute ago..... Now he's.... And I'm....
Hurt.
Again.
As Kathos worked quickly, Ascella couldn't help but smile. Yes, her foot was throbbing, her hand hurt, and various body parts were bleeding, but she needed this. Someone had rushed over to save her. However, if Kathos hadn't done anything, Ascella would have been astounded. Though, she knew that he would have done something, and he did.
As he took out a handkerchief, Ascella let out a small breath as he touched her foot. She slammed it rather good, the bone was possible broken, however, she had had worse. Far, far worse.
"It's fine..I've had worse." Her words came slow, and they were soft. Considering that the initial shock of slamming her foot into a couch had finally registered.
Clenching her teeth, she shut her eyes tight, trying to distract herself from her throbbing foot.
Of course. Whenever I'm with a guy that isn't gay, I get hurt, or I humiliate myself. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not staying in England.
"Thanks.." Was the only thing she could get out of her mouth, her teeth still clenched together as she tried to ignore the pain of a broken foot.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:03 am
ooc: forgot, we late anyhow last night blaugh
Kathos frowned when Cella had mentioned having had worse, something common amongst the snakes it seems, always hiding away levels of pain stating it'd be less, whether be true or not. He cleaned up most of the blood with his wand.
"Don't mention it. Tis vat...friend for no?", Kathos said half said without thinking much on it, "Shall I escort you to the hospital wing?", he asked concerned.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:13 am
At Katho's frown, Ascella let out a small laugh. He looked like he wasn't made to frown. Straight, blank stares, calm eyes, blank expressions maybe, but it just looked strange for him to frown. Luckily for her, it distracted her from the obvious pain she was in.
"Of course I'll mention it. I'm lucky to have friends that are more coordinated than I am." Trying to grin, Ascella leaned backwards on her left hand, hopefully she wouldn't get in trouble for not being in uniform int he hallway. However, if a teacher caught her, Ascella hoped that they would forgive her, given the circumstances.
"I think the hospital wing would be rather pleasant. Hopefully I can get some stuff for the inevitable bruising I'll have."
However, I don't think I can walk...Especially with these knees. Though, I think I can hobble if I can lean on Kathos..
Attempting to stand up, Ascella grabbed onto the couch, using her unharmed foot to try and raise herself up. Alas, her attempts were futile, and she fell back down with a soft thud.
"Why must the floors in here be concrete? Honestly."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:21 am
Kathos let go of his frown with that small laugh of Cella's, "It's because since we slither about, if there were rugs, we'd just sleep there and not want to do anything at all.", he said with a mild smirk before crouching down beside Cella as well boldly perhaps pulling her into his arms, "And what are you doing trying to walk when you clearly can't Cella?", he asked her as he stood up steadily despite her added weight which would normally disrupt anyone's balance.
ooc: you want to post there first? (wing?)
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