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 Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:02 am
Sezer, more out of habit than anything else, really, fixed his glasses though they needed not to be rearranged on the bridge of his nose. He dipped his head in acknowledgment, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips. Some part of him couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to get so out of line that he'd actually scrambled. And scrambled madly at that. Another part of him, clearly the wiser part with knowledge beyond his years that all Ravenclaws had - no one said what kind of knowledge - told him that that was what one did when one liked a girl. And then he stopped short. Like? He liked a girl? The chilidish part everyone possessed but was especially strong in boys went ew. But the new, maturing side of himself merely remained quiet and thoughtful. Could such a thing be true? And, furthermore, if he liked Vlaityn than ought'nt he act on it - . Wait, Vlaitn? No one said anything about Vlaityn.
'You just did.' An annoying little voice reminded him in the back of his head. He glared at the voice mentally, but outwardly only chuckled dryly. "I do hope so." He chose to ignore her snickers, but, unfortunately, the side of him that discovered he liked her found the noise quite, well, cute. ... He felt her eyes wandering over his face, her suddenly, he noticed, gorgeous blue eyes, and, in turn, was awakened to the world which he called his home. He quickly dismissed the action with the assumption that he'd made his glasses crooked.
"Merlin's-," he caught himself, "Are they crooked?" He sounded so worried. Goodness. "New ones?" He echoed in a voice he thought was quite dumb. "I suppose so. Though Hogwarts presumably lacks an optometrist." Despite himself, despite all the inner turmoil of his mind, and despite the fact that he'd 'embarrassed' himself several times within the last ten minutes, a ghost of a smile was playing on his lips once more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:54 am
"Nope, not in the least." Vlaityn reassured Sezer about the placing of his glasses. "Never crooked. They might have the tendency to scoot down occasionally, but that's just about it." Vlaityn had to fight the urge to smile to joyously at Sezer's preening with his spectacles. It was amusing. And charming. Just a habit that made him, well, him.
But since when were habits charming? Weren't they supposed to be annoying? 'If it were an annoying habit, it would be annoying.' Well, it certainly wasn't annoying in any way, shape, or form. But on the other hand, Vlaityn was usually easy to annoy. On the other hand, he was a friend...
Vlaityn frowned at herself mentally. here she was, holding up a pointless argument, and ignoring Sezer when he was talking. And Merlin knew Vlaityn held on to ever word that boy ever spoke.
"Hmm. I take it back. I can't imagine you with glasses even slightly different than the ones you have no." A selicate smile tugged at the ends of her mouth. "And being stuck in a castle without an optometrist, well, you'd be up a creek without a paddle anyways. So, moot point?" Vlaityn looked up at him briefly and smiled apologetically. " I seem to bring about those a lot. I must talk in circles."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 11:15 am
Sezer let out a sigh of relief. A sigh acutely over dramatic for the arrangement of one's glasses. But Sezer was Sezer, and such things were to be expected of him. He listened to her speak about his glasses, and when he finished, he felt annoyed. Or at leas the thought the did. It was rather confusing in his head, right now. For he thought he should have been annoyed, but he was to discover that he wasn't - not in the least. And when he attempted to discover why, the answer that came to him was because Vlaityn had said it. In fact, he was amused. He laughed the tiniest amount.
After she finished speaking, he gave her what he hoped was a charming smile and nodded in agreement, still thoroughly amused. Vlaityn really seemed to have an influence over him. If any one would else would've stated such an opinion and then taken it back not two minutes after they said it, he would've been ticked at them and he would have proceeded to berate them on the importance of sticking to one's opinions. But he wasn't doing that to her. And, again, before he coudl even formulate the question, the little voice spoke up again.
'It's because you like her, you great prat.' He dismissed the noise, just in time to her Vlaityn say she must talk in circles. He shook his head, managing to portray an air of self-absurdness, sincerity, and confusion all at the same time. "No, what you're saying makes quite a bit of sense, actually." He told her honestly, a bit of a frown marring his features. "You're right, Vlaityn, I couldn't bear to part with these glasses, anyway. They were my great, great grandfather's."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 11:32 am
Upon hearing Sezer say that she was making sense, let alone 'quite a bit of sense', Vlaityn felt an eyebrow arch itself skeptically before letting out a small smile. She rarely made sense to herself. Surely he was just humoring her with his kindness and politeness that just came so easily to Sezer. And to argue against herself would have been odd, albeit very Vlaityn-ish, but also in disagreement with Sezer himself. And Vlaityn had always had trouble going against his grain. She was terrified at the prospect of him being unhappy with her, maybe even vexed. 'And also because he was always nearly correct. Scratch that, always correct.' She smiled to herself.
"They were your great-great-grandfather's?" Her ice blue eyes widened a little with curiosity. Sezer didn't make too many references to his family, no matter how far back. Actually, Vlaityn couldn't remember the last reference at all. She blushed slightly, imagining that she must have been coming off like a small child with her large eyed curiosity, like a little girl being told a secret.
"They're in extremely good shape. You must take excellent care of them." She ventured to comment timidly, as if Sezer's glasses had become the most sacred and interesting subject to breach human thought. Well, to Vlaityn, they basically were at this moment in time.
As she waited for words to come out of Sezer, Vlaityn felt a small pang of guilt for suggesting her should get new glasses at all. Surely his currect glasses were extremely beloved, and she had just flippantly excused that. 'Extremely rude, by all accounts. Her mind scolded her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 11:49 am
Sezer nodded appreciatively, suddenly quite interested that Vlaityn seemed so interested in things of age. Or at least that's what his mind inferred from her apparent curiosity. He took them off, cleaning them with the tail of his shirt, and handed them to her. "Note the craftsmanship," he inadvertently boasted, though still managed to sound Sezer-like in his tone, flipping the glasses on their side and indicating the frames which held up the lenses. And it was true, indeed, in the place where the bars met the lenses, the widest part of the spectacles, there was a subtle carving - the Philips family coat of arms. A raven holding a book and a quil which appeared to be a flame, sporting glasses, glasses which looked very the same to those Sezer was wearing at present, and, in the back ground, what appeared to be a mangled sword.
After gazing at it himself for a few moments, though the very coat of arms itself was displayed in his grandfather's living room back home, he pointed subtly at some celtic scrawl on the bottom left side. "There's a bigger version at my grandfather's, but it's supposed to say 'The pen is mightier than the sword'." He let a silence descend upon them again, handing over his glasses to her fully, successfully turning her into a white, icy blue, and rich brown blur.
"It's sort of old fashioned, really," he sounded a tad embarrassed, actually. "But it's been in my family since the time of Ravenclaw, my grandfather says. Before the ministry sprang up, the Philips were record-keepers. Historians, if you will." He nodded for some unknown reason, then, a sudden realization hit him and he hastened to apologize. "Oh, but I'm terribly sorry, Vlaityn. How rude of me, going on about my family like this. You must be horribly bored."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:07 pm
Collecting his glasses carefully, Vlaityn felt a sense of awe settle over her. They were absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt in that. But it was more than just a well-made pair of spectacles. It was an heirloom. A family heirloom. A family which was apparently quite old and prestigious. Not to mention Sezer always had his glasses. Always. So, to be holding them was almost like holding a piece of him himself.
'Ok, that sounds creepy.' Vlaityn reprimanded herself.
Hoisting them up so they were level with her own eyes, she scanned over the intrequet Philips crest. "It suits you entirely. To a tee." Vlaityn smiled with mirth. It was true. There was probably no other crest that would fit somebody's persona as well as this.
Vlaityn handed the spectacles back to Sezer with an appreciative smile. "Makes me wish I had glasses, ya' know." She murmured nervously, almost hoping Sezer's sight was bad enough so that he couldn't see her attempting to memorize his face without anything on it.
She adamantly shook her head though at Sezer's apology. "Oh, don't give me that. It's really interesting! If my family had an awesome past like that, I'd be telling everyone! Did your family take any role in the ministry itself when it did come around? Or did they kinda keep their historian qualities?" Vlaityn pestered him endlessly of his family. Not just because it was Sezer's family, but because it actually was very interesting.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:22 pm
Sezer accepted his glasses regally, polishing them once more with the tail of his shirt. Not that he suspected Vlaityn had put her fingers on the lenses, or anything, quite the opposite, exactly, she, in his mind, seemed almost afraid to hold them, not that he could see all that well at the time; it was more out of habit, than anything. Once restored to his near-perfect vision, he blinked. A small smile forming on his lips. "Oh, there you are. I almost forgot what your eyes looked like for a moment." His smile faded as soon as the words were out. His gray storm-cloud eyes, now wide behind his thin-rimmed spectacles, blinked once, twice, and three times at his stupidity. He quickly cleared his throat, opening his mouth to say something that would perhaps cover up his mistake, in fact he opened and closed it several times, but soon decided it was pointless. With an audible sigh, he collected what was left of his dignity, borrowed some of that Gryffindor courage that was so bloody infamous - though the little voice in his head told him one couldn't borrow courage like a library book - and repeated once more in a firm voice,
"That is to say, you have beautiful eyes, Vlaityn." After his sentence, a sentence during which he'd blushed during the whole length of it, a fully awkward silence descended upon the two. Or at least he thought so. But, again, as thought by Vlaityn, Sezer was never wrong. He cleared his throat awkwardly, cheeks still tinted with pink. He thanked holy Merlin himself he'd chosen to compliment her first and leave the history thing open to respond to. With pink cheeks, gray eyes, and blondish-brown hair, he answered her.
"Actually, Grandfather's told me of many times the minister himself has approached him, asking him to join some new branch the Ministry's offering. Some rubbish about record keeping. In any case, he's refused each time." His eyes glowed for a moment in pride for his grandfather, momentarily succeeding in allowing him to forget about his 'slip-up'. However, this brief, brief, very brief moment of euphoria did not last long. "Not to boast, of course." He added hastily. "Anyway, my father was the first in my family to not take on the responsibilities." His eyes darkened at the thought of his father, the better of his two parents, (he only forgot his birthday every other year as opposed to his mother who managed to forget each and every year), but he pushed the thought out of his mind. He was here. With the bird he liked. He should be happy. And, apparently, the 'adorable' - he could think not of a more dignified word - blush spreading across her cheeks won out in the end. He was content, at the very least.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:43 pm
She had been completely absorbed in watching him put his glasses back on, she'd nearly missed him say anything. The fluid motion of his arms and the slow, thoughtful way he blinked when he was once again looking through the familiar lenses. Not that it was her first time observing him, but Vlaityn just enjoyed it so much she always liked to just focus and take it all in.
Which was what she was doing when Sezer made his second statement. Vlaityn had taken his 'forgot what your eyes looked like comment' as a friendly jest. One she could appreciate and jab back at. But really. Beautiful eyes? Vlaityn had always thought her eyes cold and distant; she wasn't overly fond of them. But beautiful? Guilt started to take hold of her insides when she considered that he had felt obligated to say it. Her stomach only sank further at the thought that maybe she had shoved him into a corner when Sezer felt like he had to compliment her. That was a horrid thought in itself.
She attempted to dismiss the thought when she finally observed that Sezer, Sezer of all people, was blushing. As the slight silence stretched on, Vlaityn could feel herself turn red as her insides jittered. There weren't words to describe how glad she was he still could talk about his family.
"They got tired of the record keeping, I'm assuming?" She inquired delicately. She was still extremely nervous and flustered, and his father seemed to be a delicate subject.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:53 pm
Sezer shook his head. "Not especially," he drawled, the blush, a never-ending annoyance to him, still prominent on his features. "It's something of a past time for us. We still do it. Back at home during hols., Grandfather can be seen scrawling down every little thing - whether most would consider it important or not - in a notebook he has." He thought for a moment, "I think we having one during the time of the Great War, both of them, actually. I could have him send it, it's sort of old, anyway." There he went again, still thinking she liked things of age. He paused and let her think about his offer - he was making far too many today - and frowned in thought.
He thought she would've at least thanked him for his sincere compliment. Not that he was calling her rude, or anything. Far from it. That, his mind concluded, could only mean one thing. She hadn't taken it in the way he meant it. If he weren't in front of the girl he fancied, he might've just gone so far as to hit his head on the wall. Might've. As it was, he was in front of the girl he fancied, so he did no such thing. Anyway, his blush had given it away. A dead-target obvious even to Joel (though he did have a sort of eye for these things). Again, he felt a most over-powering urge to hurt himself in some way and again he resisted.
His mind, continuing on this train of thought, concluded that she didn't believe him. His frown only deepened. And, once more, his mouth spoke before his mind could determine the words acceptable (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately). "You don't believe me." He'd stated it merely for her benefit, not as a question or anything. For a question demanded an answer, and left open the possibility for rejection. "I mean it, they really are lovely." This time he was unable to stop himself. ..... His head made a rather odd ker-ker noise as it hit the desk.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 5:29 pm
"Hmm. That must be a thankful hobby to have. Recorded information of so many events just as they happened. I mean, I suppose some people could find it tedious, but after a few decades, those things are unbearably amazing to own." Vlaityn mused over the Philips family record keeping. "Especially during things like old wars, The Great War, wars to come. God forbid there are more, I mean. Still. So interesting." Vlaityn blushed more as she noticed she was rambling and shot Sezer a small, timid smile. "No wonder you love reading. Growing up with such grand material at hand."
Just as Vlaityn thought she was home-free from her guilt and nerves, Sezer brought it back. 'I mean it, they really are lovely.' Just a compliment. I compliment most girls would have been thrilled to receive, especially from a smart, handsome guy like Sezer. But it only caused Vlaityn's stomach to twist and turn more. He had been sincere. And those with a small dose of self hatred have trouble dealing with sincere compliments.
"They don't, well," Vlaityn turned her head away very slightly, hoping Sezer would see the full extent of her blush. "They don't bother you?"
Such a question that would have normally led her to wait for a response, but as it happens her response was the quite peculiar smack of his cranial area coming into contact with the table. "Oh! Jeeze, Sezer!" Her cold eyes filled with worry at his odd placement on the desk. " Didn't that hurt? Meaning, well, are you okay?" Vlaityn extended her hand and brushed the top of Sezer's currently bent head worriedly before quickly pulling it back again, afraid she might breach his personal space area.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:39 am
Sezer began speaking into the desk, as if he forgot for a moment that his head had just moments ago gone splat into the smooth wooden surface. He raised his head slowly, running a hand through his hair. A habit he did when he liked to stall for time. Oddly enough, however, he couldn't think of what he was stalling for. Instead, his brain, obviously scrambled from his recent smack incident, chose to answer her first question. "Yes, it hurt." He mumbled barely coherently, holding his head. And, in a very unSezerlike fashion, though he wasn't exactly himself at present, he attempted to make a joke out of the situation. Oh, god, he was turning into Joel. "It seems the desk was harder than I anticipated."
He nodded his head. "Yes, it did hurt. But it's my punishment, so it's quite fine." He attempted to verbally wave off her apparent concern, when that dammed part of him that had recently discovered his feelings for her chose to annoy him further by pointing out her obvious worry for him was just that, it was obvious. Ignoring the little voice, he turned to face her, glasses askew from the table contact. However, he could still see through them well enough, and discovered that she was blushing. Was it from his comments about her eyes? The more he thought about it, the more he thought it to be truth. And, of course, being a 'pure Ravenclaw' this train of thought happened in no less then six seconds.
"Merlin's beard..." He murmured. And was he soon surprised to learn that he wasn't shocked that he had uttered a swear word. Although, when thought about, Merlin's beard wasn't entirely that awful. Really, it was more so the American equivalent of 'oh my goodness' than anything one wouldn't say in front of an authority figure. Disregarding that, he was libel to confuse himself one of these days, he shook his head, ignoring the slight dizziness no present in his noggin.
"Of course not. Like I said..." he cleared his throat awkwardly, tugging out his once impeccable collar. "They're... they're very nice. A striking color, certainly rare.." Leave it to Sezer to refer to her eyes as if they were some sort of mineral, or something. Bloody hell, he was asking for it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:55 am
Sulking intot he classroom, Joel, for the first time in a long while, looked rather depressed. His head was hung, his hair was slightly messed up. On top of that, he was late to class again, and he didn't care.
His messenger bag was slung over his shoulder, a crumpled up piece of paper held tightly in his hand.
Seeing Vlaityn and Sezer, Joel attempted to put on a smile, but alas, all attempts failed. His smile turned into a rather tortured looking grin. As he took his seat, Joel let his bag fall to the floor, not paying attention to the professor, or just about anyone else. He sat a seat down from Sezer, noticing that he was flirting with Vlaityn, and he didn't want to disturb them.
How unlike me. Is this drama really changing me this much. I'm so depressed, and I don't want to be depressed. Oh please. Someone help me.
Uncrumpling the piece of paper that was in his hand, Joel read it, and reread it. His eyes scanning the page. After reading the words over, and over again, what was actually being said processed. Taking a deep breath, joel attempted to keep himself calm, running his fingers through his blond, half-gelled hair, he grabbed a large handful of his own hair, and laid his head on the table.
As he sat there, his eyes began to water, and he almost started to cry.
I can't believe she's gone. With a rather quick rush of anger, Joel slammed his head, and fist, against the table. He was being rather loud, and his earlier intentions of not bothering Sezer or Vlaityn were quickly shattered.
Hopefully they would ignore him. However, he knew that they wouldn't be able to.
With his head on the table, more tears began rushing from his eyes, breathing deeper as he tried to control himself. His efforts of controling himself was pointless.
"Damn."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:30 pm
Vlaityn plucked up enough courage to laugh softly and smile at Sezer's joke. Not that is was funny to laugh at his obvious pain, but more at the fact he was trying so hard to shake it off. "No punishing yourself. Punishing usually involves somebody getting what they deserve, and honestly that poor desk has done nothing wrong yet." She smiled through her still vibrant blush, hoping Sezer wouldn't take offense.
But a true smile had to show up when Sezer muttered "Merlin's Beard." It always tickled Vlaityn when he used strings of words like that. She was so used to Muggle American curses. And her train of thought on curses depending on geographical locations and magical abilities was cut short as Sezer started commenting on her eyes again. Needless to say, nervousness kicked back in and her face once more grew slightly warmer than the norm.
"Well, I guess I just always thought they were, you know." The nervously fumbled words tried to form themselves. " A bit distant and mean looking." Swallowing her nerves slightly, Vlaityn took and deep breathe and faced Sezer again. "Thank you. Your eyes are pretty unique and lovely too. Glasses and all." She murmured nervously through a sheepish smile.
With full intentions of trying to redeem her embarrassment in front of Sezer, Vlaityn was in the process of trying to form coherent words when Joel started slamming the table with obvious distraught. Which was honestly a horrifying thing to observe; Joel was such a happy figure.
"Joel. What happened? Joel?" Vlaityn's worry and fear doubled as she noticed that it seemed that Joel was indeed crying as well. She looked up at Sezer, hoping he would provide some miraculous answer. Which was a selfish thing to do, considering Joel was a friend to both of them, but seeing him so upset had struck Vlaityn hard, leaving her slightly bewildered.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:57 pm
Sezer, about to vehemently shake his head 'no' repeatedly and give an impassioned speech about how lovely her eyes are, though, in retrospect, he probably would've thought better of it at the last moment, stopped short when he saw his best mate lumber in. He raised a brow on his forehead, interested in what was wrong but in a conversation with the bird he happened to fancy. However, as soon as this last thought was thought, he was just about ready to slam his head on the desk again. What was wrong with him? His best mate was obviously distraught and all he could think about was Vlaityn's eyes.
Ignoring that dammed voice in his head, he got up out of his chair and to his feet, stepping over to Joel. He, very unused and exceedingly confused, cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. He was at an utter loss for what to do. You give him a five foot essay on the Revolutionary Werewolf Rebellion due tomorrow and he could do it. Give him a dictionary the size of a quaffle to copy in legible hand writing by the next Wednesday (the day he received the assignment on being Friday) and he could do it flawlessly; he would work through the weekend to ensure that it be finished. But comforting anyone, be it a girl or his best mate, he could not do.
His first failing grade.. ever.
"Joel? Joel, what's wrong?" He inquired earnestly, removing his hand from his friends back and using it to straighten his own tie. Though it didn't need straightening even the tiniest bit. "It can't've been that bad..." Then he noticed the apparent extremity of effort his best friend was exerting attempting to keep the pesky droplets of water we know as tears from escaping. His brow creased in both worry and confusion. Joel was normally so cheerful and upbeat; something of great magnitude must've occurred for him to be so down.
He then noticed Vlaityn's look. She looked as if she were hoping beyond hope that he knew the answer. He shook his head at her, frowning deeply. Still very unsure of what to do, he inquired yet again. "Come now, mate, you can tell us. ..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 1:14 pm
Almost instantly after Sezer removed his hand from Joel's shoulder, he sat straight up. A rather angered expression covered his face, his brow crumpled, his eyes stared straight ahead. From another persons view, it would seem like he was a complete other person. Unlike his usual, happy go lucky, entertaining self, he was for the first time in years, angry.
With not but his emotions running his thoughts, Joel frowned, clenching his fist around the piece of parchment even tighter, digging his short nails through the parchment, into his hand.
"The cancer came back so fast...They couldn't do anything. And....I. Wasn't. There."
Between each word that he said, he left a long pause. His teeth clenched together, his anger showed clearly in every, single, word.
At this point, he was shaking. Both with sadness and anger, Joel's entire person shook with the initial shock. His blue-green eyes had a something in them that wasn't normally there. A mixture of both deep depression and anger resided in his Iris's. The rather emotional Teenage boy had so many confusing things running through his mind.
They didn't tell me until to late. I wasn't there. I couldn't say goodbye.
After a few moments of silence, Joel ran his sleeve over his eyes, trying to calm himself down in the few ways that he could. Pain, and tears. His fingers tapped impatiently on the underside of the table, Joel's eyes drifted to his friends.
"My mum died yesterday morning."
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