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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:47 pm
Sezer let out a long breath he was only just conscious of holding. In the aftermath of it, he blinked. Since when did Vliaytn's opinion matter so much? So when did anyone's opinion matter to him so much? Since when did girls in general play such a big role in his adolescent life? Since when did he ask himself so many questions? Oh, yes, since he was born. But that was irrelevant. "I'm sure you wouldn't have. And thank you very much." He, too, felt a truly genuine smile spread across his features at her praise.
Unable to stop himself, though he told himself it was purely for the interest of her transfiguration, he watched her as she performed the spell. When she succeeded he felt a certainly odd, yet not entirely unwelcome surge of pride. Tearing his gaze away from her so as not to be caught peeping - though most would hardly call that peeping, of all things - he glanced at the board. Upon reading both the sixth years' and the seventh years' instructions again, he felt a smile which he thought to be undoubtedly foolish mask his lips. In short, he decided not to tell her the sixth years were supposed to transform a quil into a worm. Instead, he chuckled mentally to himself and saw the frown crease her features. Quick to offer assistance, and, for once, to act before thinking - usually he thought before acting - he spoke. "If you'd like, I can offer my assistance with your transfiguration. Even though it was a perfectible acceptable, even beyond, really, brown elf owl." His attempt to praise her was sloppy, he knew, but he felt he should return her too kind comments.
His owl cooed rather loudly from his other side. Clearing his throat, he mentally rolled his eyes at the rather impatient owl. For some reason, he had a hard time believing it truly wanted to be his book bag again so badly. Muttering the spell with what he liked to think of as perfect pronunciation, it was once again his bag. He decided to practice three more times before asking Professor Arashi to come over as he waited for his friend's, who just happened to female, response.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:06 pm
Vlaityn nodded her head at Sezer's offer. Oh, dear Sezer. Toos nice for his own good. Always keeping a perfectly straight face. Even when Vlaityn was being, well, Vlaityn. She was smiling and began to accept his offer when she was overcome with a fit of giggles. The coincidence was just all together too entertaining.
Vlaityn could quite clearly recall her first year at Hogwarts. Awful is the only word for it. She was lost, scared, confused, and lonely. But she had always followed around Joel and Sezer faithfully the first few months. Almost watching and copying the slightly older boys, half out of fear and half admiration. And it had always upset her to have to be distanced from them in classes. Yet she rarely spoke to anyone, even them, back then.
And here she was. Once again copying Sezer instead of the professor. Resting her chin in her hand, Vlaityn looked up at Sezer and gave him a large, warm smile. "Some things never change."
In the front of her mind Vlaityn reminisced over her first years at school and about the polite brilliance of Sezer, while the back of her mind toiled nervously over the thought of the worm she'd have to face soon. Although small and harmless, worms had always bothered Vlaityn. They reminded her of limbless, faceless people wriggling in utter anguish and pain.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:21 pm
Sezer raised a brow when her fit of giggles suddenly overcame her. He then became rather confused. What was so funny? He'd just offered her help in Transfiguration. Unless, of course, she was only trying to show him up and the thought of help from him was so utterly laughable that it was impossible not to giggle uncontrollably at the prospect. With a non-existent blow to his pride done, he asked, "What's so funny?" In a rather feeble attempt to put logic and reasoning - two things he very clearly understood - back into the situation.
'Some things never change.' That part confused him a bit, truthfully. Well, a bit more than he already was. The reminiscent comment led him to think of his second year at Hogwarts - Vlaityn's first. And he could not for the life of him discern why. He had thought it wonderful, to be followed around by her, oddly enough. He had thought that he was being a mentor to the girl. Believe it or not, his first year, he was all too glad to be away from his grandfather with his 'polite this' and 'polite that'. First year he was rather like Joel. However, when second year came and he was being followed around by a rather little, clearly interested first year, all the manners kicked in. And, well, they just sort of stuck. But Sezer, like Joel, also inherited the ability to make girls swoon if he so wished it - or at least he liked to think he could.
He smiled warmly, albeit a bit confusedly, and nodded in agreement. "No. No, I suppose they don't."
'Something, however,' he reflected, 'change for the better.' Sezer thought, admiring the way (or the way he thought) Vlaityn was so concentrating on her Transfiguration. Mentally preparing herself - he'd call it. Rubbish. Sezer was blind. Blind, I tell you, blind! For he couldn't discern what was right in front of his face, yearning clearly willing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:42 pm
Nodding in silent agreement while smiling, Vlaityn changed her disfigured owl back into her sad looking school bag. She had to be proud of herself in her mind. Transfiguration wasn't her best subject, but still, that wasn't bad. Besides, if she had trouble next year, Sezer was always willing to help.
'Not if he's not AROUND, Twitbasket.' The back of Vlaityn's mind spat venomously.
"Really now, what am I supposed to do without you next year? No you or Amelia or Joel. Good lord, I'll become nothing but a mossy bump on a log." She drawled with a slight grin. It was very true. Vlaityn adored so many of the 7th years. "You know I tend to get into trouble when I'm bored." Chuckling silently to herself in amusement and sadness, Vlaityn took out a spare quill and inspected it closely. A quill was an instrument of beauty. It could create words, pictures, and stories. A worm was, well, a worm. A horrifying animal of eternal torture. Flicking the quill back down, Vlaityn returned her attention to Sezer.
"I guess I hadn't asked you yet. What are you doing after you get done with school?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:18 pm
Sezer's eyes began to laugh for him, their beautiful grayest storm cloud depths twinkling peculiarly. "I don't know what you'll do. But I'm sure you'll manage, a clever young with like you." He smiled at her in what he hoped was a more-than-decent attempt to conceal his slight forlorn feeling. Who was he to feel abandoned? Why, Vlaityn next year, all alone without her friends, would be lonely. She would have a most valid excuse. And then, she'd make all new friends.. They would lose touch completely. Even he and Joel, too. And Kanita... Addison... Amelia. God, he'd spend so much time reading he'd forget to talk. Despite himself and his inner turmoil, he grinned at the mention of her trouble-making ways. "Yes, yes, I fear I know all too well..." He trailed off, fondness lacing his voice.
In all honesty, the first part of her last words freaked him out. Gravely. As such, he found himself with a terribly unsteady heart when it was time for him to answer. He rubbed the back of his neck hastily, hoping to pass it off for fondling with his always imperfect collar, and regarded her behind his thin, rectangular spectacles. "I don't know, truthfully. I hadn't really -" A sudden thought struck him. With a lazy flick of his wand, he changed his quil into a caterpillar. With another, he noted, it was in its second stage of life. With a third, this time with particular care put in it, he'd transfigured a wondrous gold and black butterfly. He watched it flutter off serenely out the window, probably toward Madame Simon's greenhouses, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I think I'll hang around, maybe help out Professor Arashi with Transfiguration. Intern for her, if you will. And then, from there, who really knows. It wouldn't hurt, another year of honing my near as perfect as possible Transfiguration skills." He flashed a lazy, yet all at the same time smart-a** grin at her. There was his arrogance, again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:31 pm
Her eyes shining with utter joy, Vlaityn let a unbearably ecstatic and goofy grin take over. "For real?!" Blushing and adding a slight cough, Vlaityn tried again. "I mean, that'd be great! It makes perfect sense too; you're such a natural with this stuff." Not to mention he'd still be around. Or at least slightly.
And his arrogant smile only made her smile more. "It's a good idea. I just can't believe we're old enough to be thinking about that kind of stuff though." Normally such a statement would have caused Vlaityn's brow to crease in slight anxiety, but Sezer had just instantaneously put her in a soaringly good mood, she just kept her languid grin on.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:41 pm
Sezer totally ignored the reddening of her cheeks. Because he hadn't seen it. He'd blinked, you see. However, he did see the grin. And while the intensity of it scared him for a moment, he soon came to enjoy it. She did have such a pretty smile.. Bloody hell! He thought worriedly, mentally wincing in anguish. Where had that come from? The swear word showed just how odd it was. He'd have to write his grandfather. This was urgent. He put on a bit of a fake smile, though, gazing at Vliatyn's, it was becoming increasingly less fake by the moment, and nodded.
"Yes. To be frank, teaching has never interested me much, but one year won't kill me. Also, I think it's a good thing to do - a year after Hogwarts to get my priorities straight. Another year to contemplate what I want to do with my life." He informed her. Then, he felt a compelling desire to know what she wanted to do with her own life. Though he told himself he was just being polite, a little voice that had grown louder over the summer had informed him it was because he was curious about her and that with any other person he wouldn't have sound even a quarter as interested. "And what do you wish to do after you magical education?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:58 pm
"I think teaching would be very gratifying..." Vlaityn considered Sezer as a teacher for a moment before smiling again. "But even more frustrating." Although Sezer was extremely smart and polite, he just didn't seem to have the persona of a teacher. But then again, Vlaityn had been wrong before. Even if it wasn't quite him, per say, there was no doubt that he'd excel at it anyways. "Still time to consider options and work things out though."
Vlaityn had been leaning back and twirling her quill in her hand when she heard Sezer's question, and therefore promptly dropped her quill out of surprise. It took her completely off guard, even though she should have been expecting it. Grabbing for her quill and straightening herself up, Vlaityn slowly considered his question. "Oh, you know. The normal stuff for girls. Travel a bit. Write a novel. Settle down." She snickered nervously to attempt to show she was jesting slightly. Her original plan was the leave her not serious answer hang, but her hands wrung at her quill nervously, and Sezer's calm stare didn't help. Letting a small sigh escape, Vlaityn stopped fumbling with the half destroyed quill long enough to give a better answer.
"Mom and Dad want me to come back home and stay close to home base until I'm, you know. Settled." A distant frown appeared on her features. Sure, Vlaityn loved her parents. But they always thought the best thing for her was to just get married. They weren't willing to lose her. Vlaityn turned away slightly to look out the window. "I think being a Healer wouldn't be too bad." She murmured quietly. Vlaityn didn't tell many people about her parents conflicting wishes for her future.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:21 pm
Sezer felt a rather uncomfortable, almost foreboding pain in his chest when she announced traveling. Then he tried to rationalize. If she wanted to travel, he wasn't going to stop her. And settle down. Ugh. The very thought made him see green. But what was wrong with him today? Bloody hell, it wasn't as if he and she were... involved, or anything. She was younger than him, for Merlin's sake! He had a very, very dirty mind. Thinking of holding her hand, of holding just her, and of sitting of hours into the night during the Christmas holidays in the Ravenclaw tower, talking about everything and nothing.. He trailed off mentally, and, with a great deal of effort a little pain, forced himself to stop imagining it. "Brilliant," he murmured weakly, adam's apple bobbing with his swallow.
At her new words, as he seemed to have picked up she had been lying, the daft git, he took his time in thinking of a reply that didn't make him sound like some perverted git. As such, he absently reparoed her quill, preparing himself to wave off any thanks he was almost certain he wouldn't get. "That's nice." He said with what he hoped sounded like sincerity. "It's good you have parents who care." Again, he sent her way what he wished to be a genuine smile. However, when he plans of being a Healer comprehended in his usually so smart and so efficient brain, a true, genuine grin spread across his lips.
"I think you'd be a brilliant Healer. Honestly." He added as an after thought, almost as if he was expecting her to not believe him. "I can picture it, too. You're compassionate, but you know enough to yell at your patients if they're simply refusing to recover on their own." He felt a fond, albeit rather feeble-feeling smile on his lips. "And, obviously, you'll have the qualifications, the clever witch you are, if you don't already..." He trailed off, totally oblivious to the redness of his cheeks at his so open praising.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:33 pm
Her own parents didn't support the idea of her being a Healer. They thought it ridiculous. Unneeded. Yet Sezer sat there and supported and praised her, just as Charisma had. She could only stare in silent shock at his kindness. "I, that's..." Vlaityn had to stop talking briefly as she felt her eyes begin to sting with tears that wanted to come out. Which was ridiculous. The boy was only trying to be kind to her, like he was so everyone. "Thank you Sezer. That means...quite a lot, actually." She said softly while looking up at him, hoping she wasn't looking too emotional. That would be mortifying.
Not wanting to look self absorbed, Vlaityn decided to stop bothering him with her personal life. "So, you know, if you trip over one of your many books or finally hurt yourself from all your laboring thoughts, I'll fix you right up." She teased.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 2:20 pm
Elijah pursed her lips as she stared at the bag. Transfiguring it back into the whole bag itself, Elijah set down her wand and prepped herself. Re-tieing her hair, rolling up her sleeves, and sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth, she picked up the wand again and focused with all her might.
'Yes!' Elijah thought joyfully as a fully transfigured Northern Saw-Whet owl sat on her desk. She put down her wand and ran her finger along his neck. It opened it's beak and her spirits fell.
'Made in Taiwan'
Well...maybe Professor Arashi wouldn't notice it?
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 7:51 pm
Sezer nearly fell out of his chair with this new, over whelming sense of relief he felt when he had it explained to him that she was only kidding - that she'd only said that because it seemed like an acceptable answer; something girls her age dreamed about. Well, of course, he wouldn't hold her back from traveling the world, she just couldn't go by herself. There were other people in the world. No, not bad wizards and witches, though he supposed they counted, too, but other wizards - good or bad. And if someone wasn't there to protect her (from them), then she could get.. get engaged. Or start dating one of the gits. What did they know about her? Never once did the thought occur to Sezer what did he know about her? Loads, he would've said. But, really, what did he know...?
He brightened at her thanks. He waved it off with a very Sezer-ish air. "Nonsense; thanks isn't needed; it's what any friend would say. Excuse me, any friend besides Joel. He'd probably make some comment about a *healer's outfit. Prat." He rolled his eyes, though smirked just a little as if to tell her he was making a joke. He chuckled just a little at her own joke. "I'm sure you will. Truthfully," he began again, afterthoughtish, "Healing spells were the one thing I never got truly good at. Why, on my tests, I only got ninety two percent."
"Actually, Vlaityn, were you certain about going around the world? I could accompany you, if you wished. You know, just to keep you safe. A partnerish thing -" He trailed off, blood rising to his cheeks. He made haste to finish his side of the argument when there wasn't one. "I mean, I think going around the world - or England, whatever - might help me decide what I want to do. And I'm sure you could learn about all kinds of healing ointments and such; why, in France, I hear, they have some brilliant things in the workings...." He shot a weak grin at her, preparing to laugh it all awkwardly off if she gave him a look and absolutley refused point-blank.
((*I'm referring to a muggle thing. Like how guys say that nurses' outfits look hot? Get it? I hope so. XD))
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 1:15 pm
An amused snicker turned up at the comment of a Healer's outfit and Joel. "Oh yes. Hence why I haven't told him. Just you, Sam, and Charisma. I handle jabs from you guys much better." Vlaityn smiled in good humor, although with a bit of guilt. Sure, she adored Joel. He was a great kid, albeit a bit, er, Joel-ish. But she just didn't open up to him about everything.
Snapping back from her reverie, Vlaityn caught back up with Sezer's words. "Oh, that. Actually, I am pretty certain.." Vlaityn could no longer hide her smile and turned to Sezer, bright eyed. "Seeing the world! Doesn't it just have a great ring? All the different cultures and foods and sights, and all the stuff you'd learn from just being there!"
Becoming suddenly self conscious, Vlaityn attempted to regain some composure and shot Sezer a small, genuine smile. "And I'm pretty sure it would be at least twice as interesting and cool if you had your brilliant, suave friend around. If you could put up with me, of course." She finished nervously. Vlaityn only hoped Sezer's offer hadn't been made as a jest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:33 pm
Sezer's eyes, quite unknown to his currently oblivious boyish self, brightened a little, yet visibly, too. He chuckled a little to himself, an odd, mesmerizing sound since it was so rare - or at least it sounded as such to him - and nodded a bit, his arrogance being all too familiar territory that he would gladly go into if it meant the conversation would turn in a better direction; especially after he'd made such an offer. Why, the nerve he possessed!
'Suave?' Some dammed, curious voice questioned in his subconscious. She thought he was suave? Bloody hell, this girl would be the death of him.
"Oh, yes," he admonished sarcastically, "At least twice as grand. But I'm sure the blokes of the world would be quite disappointed." His meaning had been entirely respectable, and totally platonic, but as soon as the words were out, he caught the connotation. He cursed silently, dipping his head in defeat just a little - but that little fraction of a move was enough to send his glasses plumetting toward the tables. After some very mad scrambling that he was certain made him look like Joel when he was faced with sweets, he coughed in a fashion that he felt made him seem more Sezer-ish. Or, in another word, pompous.
Again, all familiar territory. Girls, on the other hand.... Barmy things, lot of 'em.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 2:02 pm
Vlaityn discreetly moved her hand over her mouth to hide the mirth filled smile that had snuck up upon her at Sezer's small eyesight tragedy. It was a rare sight to see him slip up, and his poise filled recovery and cough. It was just too much.
But at least the incident had distracted her from Sezer's odd statement. It made sense in the countenance and tone Sezer had stated it in. Self assured with touches of sarcasm here and there. A perfectly amusing joke from him. But the double meaning at swung back twice as strong and unexpectedly.
'He didn't mean that. He just had his words rearranged wrong.'
Snapping it away, Vlaityn noticed Sezer had seemed to regain him composure. Well, most of it at least. She shot him a teasing smirk. "See? Quite suave. Really. I don't think anyone saw the mad scramble." Having a few last snickers, Vlaityn calmed herself down enough to let her eyes wander over Sezer's face, and mostly, his glasses. "Maybe you need them adjusted. Or new ones in general."
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