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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:57 am
The Slytherin Common Room
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It was the first day back at Hogwarts and while everyone was swarming with zeal, glomping their friends in a spectacular... well, glomp, Quillan ate, surprisingly, quietly, along side the other 2nd year boys. Ever since his speal with Dorian last year, Quillan hadn't found anyone to actually amuse him like Dorian did--well, at least someone not in his house. Moa was pretty fun to hang around with, but she wasn't in all of his classes last year. It didn't help that it felt like the rest of the Slytherin house didn't... quite enjoy his presence much. And despite how excited he was to be back to Hogwarts (minus all the schoolwork), his high soon fell. There isn't even a cucumber here, Quillan thought bitterly, scanning the table. Nope. Not even one cucumber (Despite his bad experiences with the vegetable, Quillan was convinced they actually weren't as bad as he remembered).
When dinner ended, he couldn't get to the common room quick enough--and jeez. That prefect walked like a slow-poke! Quillan glowered at the boy--Move faster, you dolt! His thoughts felt like screams in his head. After several long minutes, Quillan was inside the Slytherin Common room. Without any diddle daddle, he made his way up to the 2nd-year boy's room and plopped down on one of the beds. Ahhh! Sleep! He smiled, flopping onto his back.
However, it didn't take long for him to realize that sleeping was hopeless in all this back-to-school noise, and with an exasperated sigh, he sat up from his bed.
"Meooow!" Marshmallow nyaa-ed beside him. Quillan gave her a look before huffing again. "Here's your food," he puffed, pulling out some cat-food from one of his bags.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:24 am
Everything was horrible it was worse then he expected the attention he was getting over his scars. He tried to act like the same old Attor he even tried being mean to another student just for the heck of it which didn't work. Which was raising more questions about Attor. He felt like he had been running and dodging people all night. Finally to the common room maybe now he could find a place to hide.
Attor was bombarded with more questions before he finally up and ran into the boy's dorm he had been put in slamming the door behind him. He didn't know Quillian was in there as he slid down the door covering his face. It wasn't like him to cry but he just wanted to hide his scars from the world. He didn't move at all he didn't think anyone would come up to the rooms anytime soon anyways.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:35 am
Quillan froze when Attor ran into the room, slamming the door behind him. He was about to make a snide remark about Attor throwing a temper tantrum so early in the year, but the words were sucked out of his mouth when he saw Attor slide down the door, his face covered by his hands. Blast! Is he crying? Quillan's stomach dropped--he was never good with crying people! Sympathy was never his thing--he didn't know how to react, what to say, what to do! For a few seconds, he just watched, awkwardly. Attor didn't seem to realize he was there--which was a good thing, considering that Quillan knew he wouldn't want him to see him crying.
Which all goes back to their little spat earlier this year. He and Quillan got in a fight during homeroom--it was pretty dumb, thinking back on it. But then again, Quillan was never in a good mood when being pestered after a good sleep. C'mon, there are some things that are sacred--and the after-the-nap good mood was one of them!
But at the moment, what was before Quillan, replaced all bad feelings he had about Attor. "Are you alright?" Quillan inquired as softly as he could, so he wouldn't startle Attor. Dumb question of the year he thought to himself, clenching his jaw. Quickly, he added, "I won't tell anyone--I swear," knowing that Attor would hate to lose his "mean kid" exterior. But man--this stuff before Quillan was gold. He could have Attor doing his homework for weeks!
But unfortunately... Quillan had grew something that resembled a conscience over the summer and he was forced to shut his trap.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:09 pm
Attor took in a bit of a gasp hearing someone speak to him. How could he let someone else see him act this way. His fingers dug into his face slightly feeling anger and depression all at once. Specially once he recalled the voice in his head, it was Quillian for sure. Someone who was so not on his can trust or will talk to list.
There was a long moment of silence before Attor lowered his hands revealing the scars on his face and palms. It was obvious to any that these weren't from boxing or tough kid brawls. Some one had raised a wand to Attor and it almost looked like the scars were a lucky wound from what it might have been. The scars wouldn't be going away either or he would have already removed them by now.
"I suppose...I'm not...." Attor wasn't crying though his eyes were watery. "Knowing you it will probably delight you to know this." Attor said pulling himself to his feet and moving to his bed which to his dismay was beside Quillian's. He took off his robe before pulling himself to lean on the pillows of the bed. Which felt great the bed at his aunt's house was more like a cot.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:22 pm
When Attor removed his hands--Quillan was too shocked to even be relieved that Attor wasn't crying. Whoa. Quillan flinched at what he saw. Those... look painful... He wondered why Attor wouldn't get those removed--but came to the sad conclusion that they can't. Quillan didn't have to be an expert on wand wounds to know that was done by a wand--it was the only reason why Attor wouldn't have gotten them removed.
Realizing that he must have been gawking, Quillan tried to remove the awed expression from his face. His eyes followed Attor as he walked to the bed beside him. "H-ha!" Quillan stumbled, his voice a bit raspy. "You flatter yourself, there, buddy. Nothing about you brings me delight," Quillan shot back, smirking as he did.
To be honest, Quillan didn't have the slightest clue how to act around Attor when he was emotional--so he came to the conclusion that he needed just to act like nothing was wrong. Hence, the snarky remarks. "I still can't believe you pulled your wand on me--detention was ten times worse because of that!" Quillan complained, reminiscing back to the long hours of manual labor. "And it was all your fault too--'ya darn crazy!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:54 pm
Attor's eyes rolled back to Quillian with relief. He was the first person not to ask about the scars right off the bat. He didn't laugh of come back at Quillian's remarks he just seemed to calm down a bit.
He looked to Qullian not feeling the same hatred he had harbored all last year for him. Attor rubbed the scars on his palms listening to Quillian not looking at all like the spunky Attor of last year. He reached into his bag beside his bed and pulled out some chocolate frogs and tossed one to Quillian not bothering to ask if he wanted one or not.
Attor's mind went back to last year things were so much better then. "That was such a stupid fight to. My temper was much worse last year, Ill be less likely to draw my wand for something stupid. I must confess my labor was much less then yours as I received help finishing it in return for giving boxing lessons." Attor said in an almost monotone voice as he opened the chocolate frog and checked the card inside simply tossing the common card he had about a billion of before chomping on the frog. "Wonder who else is in this room?" Attor commented looking about to see if he could recognize anyone's stuff.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:13 pm
Quillan snorted when Attor confessed that he got some help with detention. "That is not even fair." He said dryly, catching the chocolate frog that was tossed his way. With much viciousness, he tore open the box and chomped on the frog (head first), eating away his anger towards Attor. "Not fair at all!" He mumbled through a mouth of chocolate. He wasn't even the one who pulled out the wand and got all serious about the fight! Quillan chomped loudly, obviously disgruntled. He had spent FOUR HOURS weeding! FOUR godforsaken HOURS! There was a million other things that he could have been doing--like SLEEPING, for one!
Quillan was temporarily distracted by Attor's comment. Who else is in the room? Quillan glanced up at all the stuff. Most of the second year boys were all the same level, weren't they? "I think that might be Dorian's stuff over there," Quillan commented, using the same monotone that Attor had used in discussing his detention. Sadly enough, over the summer, most of his resentment towards Dorian had faded.... However, that didn't mean he wanted to forgive his former best friend!
"Gr." Another chomp at the chocolate frog left Quillan glowering over at the bed. "Thanks for the frog--by the way," He commented, finishing up the remainder of the frog before grabbing the box it came out of. "Huh--I swear, they just keep pumping more of this old bag in here..." Quillan observed, tossing the card over to Attor. "I've gotten like seven of that old goon!"
Not even bothering to see where the card had flown, Quillan began to rummage through his bags. "Trying out for Quidditch this year?" He inquired, "Since we're allowed to bring our own brooms here."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:35 pm
"Sorry..." Attor mumbled chewing on his own chocolate frog before letting it fall out of his mouth and into the box. He placed the box on his bag beside the bed. Before rubbing the scars on his hands once more. The apology would no doubt come as a surprise seeing as the old Attor might have told him it was his own fault for being an idiot with no skills to trade. But this Attor said he was sorry.
"I think this is Ty's stuff next to mine....which is good." Attor commented looking at the bed beside his. He was happy that his friend would be near by.
Attor's eyes then went back to Quill why was he still so mad about something that had happened last year. It wasn't his fault that the fight had happened in the first place or was it either way it was in the past.
"No problem..." The card smacked Attor's shoulder but he simply picked it up and tossed it on the other side of his bed. "No I don't think I will...I haven't had much flying practice or anything,but I did bring my own broom. Are you trying out?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 5:44 pm
MERLIN. Quillan almost liked Attor better when he was mean! - Okay, who was he kidding. Depressed Attor was much better than fist-throwing Attor--though it didn't give Quillan any pleasure to see him so down in the dumps. "Sorry?" He exclaimed, completely surprised at the words that came from Attor's mouth. "Are you kidding--why did you say that? Now that you said it, I have to apologize too!" He explained, completely outraged. He didn't want to apologize! Every moment of that fight, Quillan enjoyed! It was fun! And so was all the bitterness and hostility between them! It livened up his day!
Quillan watched Attor with a dry mouth as he sulked, talking about how Tynan's stuff was next to his. He was relieved when the conversation switched to Quidditch, "The parental units want me to try out--since my father was part of the Irish National Quidditch League in his prime--which is something that's long past, by the way." Quillan explained, "He sent me off with a broom... And I have played before... I just don't know if I want to play now..."
Quillan paused, and then looked at Attor. "It's obvious that something is wrong Attor--want to talk about it at all? You never know.. It might make you feel better," Quillan earnestly said, leaning back on his bed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:03 pm
Attor seemed to sink into his bed as Quillian fussed at him for his apology. He crossed his arms not sure how to react, but obviously taken aback by Qullian's reaction. He wanted to apologize again but he figured that might make things worse. Seemed he had a power to make people mad by not doing anything wrong, that's how he got his scars after all.
When Quillian changed to quidditch Attor seemed to loosen up his grip on his own arms a bit. "Fail at the tryouts then and say you did your best. I might try next year myself, but not this year. Going to practice flying techniques this year instead."
"I don't think I can....." Attor said with a shaky voice. "That's why I came to hide up here....to many questions....who cares about these stupid scars, no one needs to know where they came from. They are just there." Attor sounded frustrated its all he had been asked about all day.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:35 pm
Quillan looked at Attor peculiarly when he suggested trying to fail. "Hey--I said I didn't want to play, not that I wanted to fail... I'm afraid I'm a wee bit stubborn when it comes to winning," Quillan admitted, glancing towards Attor. "Why wait till next year, Attor? We could try out together? Help each other out--since... well, we want to win the House Cup, right?" Quillan pointed out, slouching a little in his bed. The thought of working with Attor made him uneasy him a bit, but they were on the same House, after all. "Not that it would be any sort of enjoyment on my part to work with you--just doing so because I can't imagine losing to any of the other Houses," Quillan continued on, "Because, like I said before, I really... loathe losing." He added a smirk to the end of this sentence, helplessly remembering all the good times where he won something. It didn't have to be something big--he just had to beat others at it.
Quillan glanced at Attor when he said he couldn't talk about it, "Fine by me," He replied, stretching out further on his bed. "If you think about it, a lot of things are because they "are," but that seems too philosophical for me to care about, at the moment." Quillan rambled on, "But if you ever need to talk--I'll probably... be asleep. So you can talk to me then--just be sure not to wake me up!" Quillan sat up and grinned at the other boy. He always had an open ear for the needy! Not like you can close ears anyway.
"Anyway--have you finished all of your summer homework? I can't believe I managed to get it all done in time!" Actually, his mother ended up locking him in his bedroom for hours at a time so he'd actually finish what had been assigned--but Attor didn't need to know that much!
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:18 pm
Attor rolled a bit as to not directly face Quillian anymore. "Because I'm not ready and by chance I was chosen there would be a weak distracted mind on the team. So even though I had originally planned to try out this year it is for the house that I do not." Attor said rather harshly he had wanted to try out this year, but he could barley focus on being himself much less being a good quidditch player. "Things change...and one doesn't always get what they want."
Attor didn't seem to find Quill's jokes...if they were jokes amusing right now. Even though he felt like maybe Quillian might be trying to cheer him up in an odd way.
"Yes I finished it as soon as I get home so that the knowledge is still fresh in my mind and I can not worry about it the rest of the summer. I don't have friends that live near by so I study and take care of my snakes till the parties and social meetings start for the year. Don't you do your's right away to get it over and done with?" Attor turned to Quill curious he thought that's what any good student would do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:57 am
Quillan rolled his eyes, "Sure, things change. But it doesn't mean you can't get what you want. It sounds to me like you're giving up before tryouts even begin, Attor." Wow. Those were probably the most intelligent words Quillan had spoken all week. "I don't see the point of dwelling on things and letting them stop you from doing what you want," Quillan's eyes subconsciously wandered to Dorian's bed. I'm one to talk--I am still bitter at him though. After a few seconds, his eyes wandered back towards Attor. "Besides--it's a new school year, bud. Leave whatever's weighing you down behind already and go back to being the complete arse you were last year," Quillan told him straightly. Though he didn't know what happened to Attor, Quillan felt he was being rather dramatic about it. Sure, he got a few scars over the summer--but didn't they all? In fact, Quillan fell of his broom and ended up getting a nasty cut on his hand (he landed in some questionable plants his mother had planted). Just because Attor's more apparent than others, it didn't mean that he was the only one, but because of the way he was sulking... It sure felt like he was.
"Well--y'see... I tend to put things off. So my mother had to 'coerce' me into doing some," Quillan confessed, changing the subject back to school work without missing a step. "I actually waited till last week to finish everything--and now the information's all up here," Quillan pointed to his head, tapping it slightly. "Bet you forgot some of what you did at the beginning of summer!" Quillan grinned--procrastinating always won somehow!
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:56 pm
Attor eyed Quillian was maybe he was right maybe he should try out to get his mind off of whats wrong at home. Attor moved to stare at the ceiling placing his arms on hid chest as he thought the concept over. "Maybe your right, but its hard when one is worried about whats going to happen after....."Attor stopped himself he almost told Quillian how he was searching for a new home right now. He couldn't let someone like Quill know. "Its just hard....and I don't want to be an arse anymore...its pointless to be that way...." Attor mumbled abit.
"Not really, I've had nothing but my books as a form of entertainment for the last month of summer. So I reread them all so its pretty fresh in my mind and got through this year's DADA book already as well. It was a lack of anything better to do really. " Attor groaned he was no Ravenclaw, he didn't enjoy reading that much. But his aunt made a fuss if there was any sound from him beyond doing his chores and he was not aloud to wander the neighborhood either, which left him with reading.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 7:08 am
Luckily for Attor, Quillan didn't pick up on the "after" thing he was worried about--naive little Quillan just thought he lost track of his sentence, or maybe he just started mumbling or something. "What!" Quillan exclaimed at the next thing Attor said, "But being an arse is half the fun these days!" This lonesome and depressed Attor really didn't seem like much fun anymore. "It's not necessarily a bad thing, being an arse. Marchiavelli said it's better to be feared than loved," Quillan pointed out, using the one quote he actually knew.
"Urk--you sure you're supposed to be in this House?" Quillan inquired after hearing that Attor reread the books before school started. Even if his mother paid him to do that, Quillan wouldn't have it. "Dang, Attor. Well, at least you can take some points from the Ravenclaws during classes," He grinned at the idea--sometimes those Ravenclaws were sooo stuck up. I mean, who actually raises their hands in class? Quillan rolled his eyes at the idea. Raising your hand during class... He almost started chuckling!
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