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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:41 pm
((Watch me use the one thing I know about knitting to make a topic title! 8D ))
It was not that Merroth made it a point to know all the children at school by name and face, just that he noticed when there was someone new. He noticed it a little more when that someone new had a pair of wings or black skin or horns, but even when the arrival was just a regular-looking person like him he found the time to make a mental note.
When he came round the corner and saw Tamaura seated his first thought was, The new girl. His second thought was, What is she doing? Tamaura had in her hands some sort of sticks and as he watched, her hands moved and danced and the little sticks went clickity-clickity-click. It was such a lovely little pattern of a noise, even if it did seem somewhat imprecise, and Merroth stood at the corner watching her hands move and listening to it. Whatever she was doing, it seemed to involve a thick piece of string and some sort of flap of unfamiliar material hanging from her hands, but for the life of him he had no idea. So he just stood there and watched.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:58 pm
School was so... suffocating, Tammy thought to herself, nimbly creating rows upon rows of perfectly formed knots, all the while blithely humming to herself. It didn't take much to console Tammy, just a handicraft or two, and Tammy found herself forgetting her surroundings, so caught up in her knitting (a scarf for a teacher, perhaps, though it was still too soon to say- often she started out with a scarf and ended up with a cardigan or twelve- her fingers flying faster than her brain could decide on whatever it was she was making).
Looking up momentarily, Tammy found that she had an audience, well, only one boy but STILL. He was staring at her, and Tammy found herself sort of folding in on herself. Her knitting forgotten, it slid from her hands on to the floor, the knitting needles making a soft clang as they hit the tiles. She couldn't help but stare back, a hot red flush appearing on her cheeks and the back of her neck- she was easily embarrassed, and looking at her she might as well have been buck naked and not just been caught knitting, of all things.
"Hullo?" Tammy trebled uncertainly, as if she's forgotten where her voice comes from.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:29 am
She was frightened, that much registered easily to Merroth, and he found it reassuring. Not a threat. Too soon to judge what she was, but it was a good preliminary step. He walked up and scooped her knitting from the floor. "Hullo," he answered in an almost bored tone of voice, holding the knitting out to her. "You're new, aren't you?" Not that this was in question.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:36 am
"I guess so?" Tammy managed to garble out, wishing she had her knitting back to hide behind- at least until he found someone else to pester. Classes were, while not easy, not entirely hard either. As long as Tammy kept her magics suffocated, things were going quite well, even if her mother was less than happy with her choice to go to a "normal" school- Liberty Centre was possibly less normal than the school Astraea had desperately wanted her to attend. But Tammy thought that perhaps, being not new, the boy had something else to do. But it seemed that he was all to interested in her new face.
"I'm Tammy," She said this quietly, her braids swinging in front of her face as she gathered her forgotten knitting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:49 am
"Merroth," said Merroth. He was still keeping his cards close, not letting too much slip, playing with a poker face as his father might say. He was interested but not trying to show it too much. Feigning an interest he actually possessed. Some part of him could not help but to be overcome by an affinity for mind games and manipulation. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:55 am
"Knitting," Tammy replied, and got straight back to work. Her hands still focused on knitting, Tammy looked up and focused on Merroth- that name was a bit odd, wasn't it?
"Will we have classes together? Its all very new for me and I'm unsure of where I stand- they'll probably send me back to the little kids tomorrow. I'm sure I haven't made the best impression on anyone." Smiling brightly, not deterred in the slightest by the thought of not making a good impression, Tammy thundered on, "Ah, well, I'm sure they'll do whats fair. I'm certainly not looking for special treatment just because I'm a bit behind- I'm far ahead in..." Tammy stopped, and blushed furiously again.
Just because she wasn't supposed to use magic didn't make it a secret, did it? And Tammy wished they weren't learning about the Salem witch trials at the moment, it made everything so much more complicated.
Ah. Knitting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:30 am
Merroth shrugged. "Probably not," he said, "I'm in level two. You don't have to worry about them sending you back. They let you go at your own pace, unless your parents say something. You can graduate even if you're a total ******** idiot." He was, of course, thinking of one person in particular, but kept that fact to himself.
The new girl seemed nice, if nervous. Hopefully playing it cool, confident and mature (by dropping in some adult language) would impress her. He was big man on campus here. He was older, wiser, more experienced, and had the swagger to prove it. As Boston sometimes said, it wasn't what you said but how you said it that counted.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:57 pm
"Oh," Tammy said faintly, her ears burning. She wasn't entirely sure what sort of language he was using, but she had a good idea that if she ever repeated it, Astraea would wash her mouth out with soap.
"Well, I think I'm in level one, at least- there wasn't much to catch up on yet. What do you like to do in your spare time?" Tammy wasn't very good at making friends, and asking rather pointless questions seemed to be a good idea. At least she was making an effort, and could report back to Astraea that yes, she was trying at least to confer with others.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:21 am
There was room to sit next to Tamaura so Merroth did -- not so close that he was infringing terribly on her space, but close enough to have a good view of her knitting. His gaze was fixated on the little repetitive motions that turned yarn to knitted fabric. It was fascinating. He said as he watched, "Lots of things. Messing with my computer." It was hard to invest too much into the conversation when he was captivated by her work.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:25 am
It turned out that Tammy was indeed making a sweater; at least, it seemed like there was one very long sleeve done, and she began working on the chest. Tammy did not knit with a lot of forethought, but thankfully she was a very deft knitter.
"Computers? I break them. Every time.," Looking up from her knitting, she smiled again at Merroth. Smiling was her normal mode of communication, but when she was concentrating her lips seemed to make a little pout and her brows knit together. Ultimate sweetness attack, OVER 9000, "I'd mess with your computer a little more than you wanted me to. Last time we were absolutely overrun with mice- they were funny little things, all white with a grey apple logo on their backs-"
Tammy stopped herself. Oops.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:51 am
"I don't think you could mess with my computer," said Merroth, not understanding Tamaura's context. "It's very well protected. The house server has a powerful firewall on it, plus I added a few levels of encryption and we use a top of the line bioscanner for access. So if you're not me or my mom and dad, or Kendall, it won't even let you on unless I program it to. Plus, I can always undo anything you did to it with a system backtrack, and it's not like I couldn't fix it." He sounded very proud, both of the security measures and his own abilities where computers were concered.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:57 am
Tammy struggled between laughing out loud and thanking her lucky stars that this boy did not catch her meaning- she was of the mind to do both, but by the extraordinary amounts of "special"students in the school, Tammy had half a thought that her little magics were possibly not even that extraordinary. Settling down a tad, Tammy let out a little giggle. Merroth sounded so proud, and seemed to almost want to prove that Tammy wouldn't break it- and she didn't want him to make her touch his computer, because she really did manage to break every one she touched. It made research very, very tedious.
"Nononono, um," Tammy paused, trying to think of a way to explain it well, "You know how oil and water separate? They don't really like each other much-" seeing his expression Tammy pouted for a second, "Yes, I know its about chemical bonding and whatnot but it works for my explanation! See, I'm a witch. And my magic is like the water. And technology is like oil. But instead of just seperating... BOOM."
Tammy's hands moved apart, illustrating what happens when Tammy meets technology.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 6:34 am
"A witch?" echoed Merroth. If her illustration of the resulting boom wasn't enough to distract him from thinking about knitting, the mention of her being a witch was. Witches, Merroth knew, were supposed to be the things of storybooks. A bit of Halloween fun. But, the same thing was supposed to be true of pirates, and his mother Generys was a pirate, so maybe there was just as much truth in witches.
Instead of being horribly dismissive of Tamaura's assertion, Merroth grinned devilishly and went, "Which witch? A witch which sits and does knitting?" So what if the grammar was wrong, Merroth didn't care. He just hoped to get a smile or a laugh out of the new girl.
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