Remembering what doesn't exist

At the far end of the castle, there lies a great room that brings joy to many. Whatever holiday it might be, there's a dance going on! Even if there isn't a holiday, people are still on the dance floor, shaking their stuff. On Friday nights, you will catch the energetic dance club scene, while some Saturday nights you will catch the elegant ball room scene. It all depends really!

Remembering what doesn't exist

Shiral Verdantclaw
First Year
Joined: 02 Apr 2012, 00:01

08 Apr 2012, 02:36 #1

Shiral had just finished the last bits of her homework for the day an found herself wandering the halls thinking of home and her parents. The story her parents told her was that they had met in their fourth years at Hogwarts at the Winter ball. Her mother was actually the one to ask Shiral's father to go with her. Elizabeth, her mother, was always so adventurous and her father, though a bit pudgy, had won over her heart with his brain and his cooking. Who knew a fifteen year old boy could make such delicious food? Still, Shiral pondered on the story a bit longer imagining her beautiful mother dressed in her dark blue gown, flaming red hair pulled back into a mess of curls behind her head...A sigh found it's way through the teenager's lips as she found herself standing in front of the empty dance hall.

She had made a resolution this year to find someone who might go to the ball with her. Her mother's same dark blue gown lay in the trunk at the foot of her bed in the dorms. She had seen images of her mother wearing it, and despite the similarities in appearance to her mother, Shiral did not believe she could do the fine gown justice. Gingerly, the girl stepped inside the empty dance hall looking around to ensure nobody else was there. At first, she stood with her back against a wall, taking in the view of the lovely chambers. Her eyes wandered from wall to wall, to the ceiling, then to the floor on which students danced together. The room was so big and she tried to imagine herself visiting it when it wasn't empty.

Closing her eyes, Shiral could see the blue dress draped off her shoulders and cascading to the ground. She could feel the soft fabric swirling around her feet and ankles as the music played in the background. Though she couldn't see his face, she could imagine herself dancing with a partner at the Winter ball; laughing, smiling, acting like a real person, with real friends. Her feet moved her across the dance floor to imaginary music. She swayed and tip-toed as her imagination took her where she did not believe she could otherwise go. The Ravenclaw was lost in her dream. At least she was not hiding in the greenhouse again...
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Alric Bolstridge
First Year
Joined: 24 Mar 2012, 07:38

08 Apr 2012, 07:14 #2

Wandering was, perhaps, one of Alric’s favorite pastimes. The best part about it was the fact that it could be done however one pleased to execute it. Someone could gather a couple of good friends and wander around in a group, or, someone could very well just be by themselves and enjoy the serene feeling of sweet solitude. For Alric, more often than not, he found himself wandering on his free time alone, and... it was far from sweet at times. Occasionally, solitude was fine - desired, even - but when considering the fact that he was alone because of a mistake on his own part... well, the loneliness he felt found a way to grind against conscious in the most unpleasant way. Alric had other friends he could hang out with, sure, but... well none of them meant as much to him as his brother. That's not to say that his friends didn't mean the world to him, because they certainly did. It was just that Emric happened to be his world. Alric loved his little brother far more than anything else; valued his brother's safety and happiness far greater than his own life even. So, naturally, the fact that his brother wasn't talking to him anymore was practically killing him inside. Of course, it had been a couple years now since his brother's resolution to discontinue their brotherhood, but there was no amount of time that could possibly heal this pain. The wound was far too deep, and, frighteningly appeared to be permanent. Alric had screwed up though, and the guilt he felt for his mistake was the main source of his loneliness. Because, to be honest, Alric could very easily go off and interact with his other friends more, or, hell, he could even go so far as making new friends. That was easy enough for a guy like him, and it would be his solution to his problem if only it was that simple. The fact of the matter was, was that Alric's loneliness didn't stem from him not being around enough people - that sort of loneliness would have been welcomed if that were the case. Instead, the seventh year felt lonely because he was, essentially, a traitor. Or at least that was how he felt, and feeling like that sort of alienated him from everyone else. Almost as if his view of himself in that manner disconnected him from the world around him, and no matter how many escapades he could get into with great friends, nothing was ever enough to make him feel good about himself anymore.

He was in a rut, basically. Had dug himself into a hole that he could no longer see the light at the top, or even hope to ever see it again for that matter. Alric walked the corridors at Hogwarts as an empty shell of what he used to be - laughed, joked around with and explored with his peers as if everything was in fact okay, but in reality it wasn't. He found himself lying again in this regard; something he never thought he'd ever do in his lifetime. That was the thing about lying though, wasn't it? Never would most people believe that they would ever do it, yet when times were desperate enough - when enough was on the line and on the verge being lost - one would do so without hesitation. Back at Durmstrang; back when, he believed, he would be taken out if his parents discovered his liking towards the dark arts... that was when his lying streak began. That had been the first lie he would tell, and now as he wandered aimlessly through his life, it would seem that it had been the first of many. Of course, Alric only lied about his emotional state or to his parents about his continued studying of the dark magic. Those were the only two things that Alric Bolstridge lied about - that counted for something, didn't it? Could it not be said that the fact that he merely lied about two things in his life that, in some small way, the eighteen year old wasn't as horrible as he thought himself to be? No… the wizard lied about those two things enough times , and with enough passion, that he felt as if he might as well had told a thousand lies in his lifetime so far – and then some.

Alric remained sticking to keeping himself alone for most of his days because of all that. Because he felt guilty; because he felt as if he didn’t deserve to be properly happy in any sort of relationship he had at the moment or in any he would hope to have in the future. He felt this loneliness because, in his head, he truly was alone. Alone and left to suffer with the fact that he was a lying fool who, quite possibly, would never be able to redeem himself to anyone. That being said, the boy didn’t feel as if he needed to stop practicing the dark arts. That, in his mind, was not a way to fix things, because in his opinion that was not a problem. He’d told himself time and time again that he was okay in doing so, however, he did wish to find a way to help ease the guilt he felt over lying to his parents about his continued affiliation with the subject. The Hufflepuff just… wanted to find another way that didn’t include him quitting.

All that aside, the eighteen year old was off again, wandering through where his feet wished to take him and, occasionally, greeting a few of his peers in the halls as he passed by them. Soon he came upon the Dance Hall, where, to his surprise, he discovered a twirling girl with hair seemingly alit in a fantastic burst of fiery-red flames. Obviously, the girl’s hair wasn’t really on fire, but it did shine and glow in a mysterious way that made it appear as if it were. The seventh year halted some way past the entrance from he had come, his arms crossed gently across his chest as he stared with curious eyes at the dancing girl. She was spinning, she was twirling, she was pretty much doing every variation of the word with such grace and poise that Alric couldn’t help but feel a little mystified at the show. A gentle smile, one that carried his lips just barely across his face in a curved angle, swept across his scruff ridden face, displaying quite carefully the enjoyment he was having at watching the girl dance. She looked to be in a dreamy state from the way she moved about so carefully and from the soft way she seemed to be holding her eyes shut. The witch looked… like she was having fun. Good, pure, solemn fun that didn’t require loud shrieks of joy or other such exclamations of happiness. The red-head was there, gliding across the dance floor as if she were living through a dream, quietly and peacefully enjoying it all as she did so. Who was Alric to go and disturb this girl? No one special, and so, rather than move up to her and interrupt her peaceful joy, the seventh year merely remained where he was, standing contentedly in the shadows of the room and looking upon the girl in amazement at her graceful dancing. Hopefully, if he was lucky, he could remain enjoying the sight of seeing someone happy for a little while longer, then leave without disturbing a thing.
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Shiral Verdantclaw
First Year
Joined: 02 Apr 2012, 00:01

08 Apr 2012, 17:39 #3

With her feet slipping across the floor in movements that her father taught her long ago, Shiral's mind wandered back to her family once more. She remembered being eleven, so exited to leave, so excited to start her own adventures like those her parents had taken her along on. When her owl arrived she couldn't move fast enough to get everything ready. Hogwarts was a new frontier, one of the few places in the world she had never been. Now, she missed her family greatly and wished nothing more than to go back home. While she loved her work at Hogwarts, and couldn't find a better place to branch out from her Herbology specialty; Shiral felt like nothing had gone right since the day she stepped off the train. Her first year had been filled with quiet meeping in class. She meant to answer questions but the professors just looked so big, and frightening. Herbology had been great of course, but she felt scorned for answering too many questions. Her second year had the (in her mind), infamous manure incident. Things had just gone down hill since then. Could she do nothing right? As usual, the teenager began to pick at her faults. Her mind never allowed her too much time to enjoy a dream. Unlike her parents she wasn't successful here at Hogwarts. The gentle Ravenclaw was horrid at transfiguration; why try to make something into something it is not? Defense against the dark arts made her look ridiculous as she oft shook in fright at the very idea of being attacked by anything more dangerous than a grumpy plant. All she wanted was to be alone in a greenh- She stopped her own thoughts there.

No. She did not just want to be alone in a greenhouse. Wasn't that what brought her to this place? Wasn't it the desire to have friends, to have that happiness she saw in her parents, that had her feet moving across this very dance floor? After five years at Hogwarts, and sixteen years without siblings, or friends...save Hibblespot, the toad; perhaps it was time that Shiral change her mindset. That was her resolution this year after all; to find someone to go to the Winter ball with her would be insurmountably difficult if she only wanted to be alone in a greenhouse. Eyelids still protecting her from the world outside her mind, she tried to resume her little dream. The dream was gone though...Somehow in all her doubting and analyzing the music had stopped playing.

She pushed harder and harder to try and recapture what she remembered. Her face crinkled in concentration. It was too difficult, absurd, she was trying to remember things that didn't exist; might never exist. Her mother's beautiful blue gown, twirling about her feet and ankles, was gone. Replaced by her school uniform, uselessly twisting around her knees with stiff black fabric. Gone was the imagined dance partner, there was no hand in hers, nobody to lead her in a dance to music that had ceased to exist. Her hand dropped, her feet stopped, everything had disappeared. Taking a deep breath, she exposed her hazel hues to the world and turned to leave. But...there was something, someone in the doorway. It took a moment for her to register that there was actually a boy in the doorway. Just...smiling. The shriek found it's way to her lips and she fell backwards out of surprise.

“By Yggdrasil! How long have you been standing there!??!”
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Alric Bolstridge
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Joined: 24 Mar 2012, 07:38

13 Apr 2012, 07:31 #4

Perhaps standing in the shadows of a room with only a smile on one’s face was creepy. If this wasn’t true for all situations, it seemed to be true for this situation, proven by the horrible shriek of terror or shock (or both) that echoed from out of the red-head’s mouth. The seventh year jumped back from fright, his mind sent into a tizzy. He wasn’t really sure what to do, though the thought of running away did cross his mind. That of course didn’t happen though, for the Hufflepuff wasn’t exactly the ‘running away from girls’ type. In fact, often times he found that girls provided great company if they were made comfortable. Obviously, the witch he was with at the moment wasn’t comfortable, which meant that he had no other choice but to try and calm her down. “I’m sorry!” He stammered with eyes wide open, still a bit shocked over the sound that had come from her lips. He then began to edge his way closer, soon allowing his body to come from out of the depths of the shadows, hopefully revealing his worried face. “I just came in a few minutes ago… I’m sorry.” His hands were now raised up, as if the girl were pointing at him with a gun. He did this mindfully as he assumed that presenting himself to be unarmed would be his best bet at soothing the witch. Although, Alric couldn’t be positive that his efforts would work, but he did hope it would. He continued taking steps closer, slowly lowering his arms as he felt the soles of his feet meet the ground, one after another until he was a few steps away from the girl. “I didn’t mean scare you.” He cooed, utilizing his ability to talk softly. Talking in this way helped the seventh year in many situations – primarily in soothing the worries of his younger brother, though during times of panic it proved to be useful as well. Feeling the gentle hum in his throat as he spoke was a bit odd, considering it had been a long while since a situation required him to speak in such a way. It was, at the same time, comforting to the badger, as the gentle vibration provided him with a soothing feeling in his chest.

Normally, Alric was perfectly fine waiting to see how people would react or respond to him, as his patience was often unmatched, though, admittedly, the Hufflepuff couldn’t really shake the feeling that he would need to do more than just apologize in this situation. Perhaps he felt this way because he truly did want to make amends with the witch, and the only reason he knew this was true was because there was unsettling feeling at the pit of his stomach, working its way up to his chest and leaving a horrible taste in his mouth. Al was never one to want to scare anyone, nor did he ever wish to be the root of someone’s distress. Not without good reason, anyway. But, even then, Alric only ever used his ‘skills’ in certain areas of magic to defend himself, or in defense of a friend. Of course, a whole other demon would escape if the role of victim was ever played by his brother, but… that was a different matter, best saved for another day. The good thing about it, though, was that Al was fairly sure that his brother was fine, probably tucked away in his room or with a friend somewhere, safe from the harm of the lesser dignified students of Hogwarts. Not that Emric couldn’t take care of himself, though; Al just… couldn’t keep himself from stepping in whenever he felt his brother was in danger. It seemed that nowadays he had to sneak around to get wind of anything his brother was up to, what with his brother’s decision to ‘never speak to him again’. The muscles around the seventh year’s face sagged as his mind was filled with all the memories of his failed attempts at trying to make amends with the younger boy. It was hard seeing someone you cared so much for look at you with such disdain. The reminder of his failing relationship with his brother proved to be somewhat helpful to him at the moment, as it increased his desire to fix things with the witch. He didn’t know this girl, didn’t have any reason to feel so adamant about maintaining a relationship that didn’t even exist yet with her, but none of it mattered to him. He was determined to fix something in his life, even if the minor problem had only been present for a few minutes.

The seventh year shifted his weight down, pressing firmly on his feet to support himself up as he crouched down to meet the girl who was still a few steps away from him. “I’m… really sorry I scared you… I shouldn’t have been hiding…” He repeated, wishing that the more times he apologized the closer it would bring him to feeling less guilty. This, of course, didn’t happen, but he couldn’t seem to stop saying it. Though, the wizard supposed that he could only apologize so often before it wouldn’t work anymore, so he slumped off the heels of his feet and landed on the ground with a light thump. He crossed his legs on the floor and instinctively sat up straight, only to slouch back down as he realized sitting straight might have made him appear larger and, perhaps, a bit more intimidating that he wanted to look. “I’m Alric…” The badger managed, letting his voice trail off as he began to lose hope for the situation. It wasn’t normal for him to be so pessimistic, but the thoughts of his brother always seemed to get him in a sad mood, regardless of who he was with or what he was doing. This didn’t hinder his determination to make amends though, so forcefully he pushed the corners of his mouth into a soft smile, hoping desperately that the red-head would accept his apologize and his presence. Of course, it would have been unlike Alric to try and force another person to accept him, so softly he added, “…I can leave. If you wish…”
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Shiral Verdantclaw
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14 Apr 2012, 18:10 #5

Hazes hues watched every move of the much larger male student in the room. Suddenly she wished very much that she hadn't fallen backward and made herself not only smaller, but much more vulnerable. Slowly the large figure moved closer and she was stricken with embarrassment and fear. Embarrassed...What had he seen? Who would he tell? Were there others just waiting to laugh at the little Ravenclaw dancing all alone because she had no friends to speak of? Besides Hibblespot, and he wasn't much for dancing. Toad legs were rather poor equipped for gliding and swirling. Terrified...What was he doing here? Was he coming closer? He was coming closer...was he raising a wand? Her mind was racing, her heart was pounding and she suddenly realized that falling on one's backside wasn't the most dignified in a skirt. Was he saying something? He was apologizing. In all of her adrenaline she wasn't even listening to his response to her question. She had asked a question...yes! Oh, a few minutes, he said a few minutes... How long was she dancing? Why did he keep walking toward her?

Her mind finally breaking out of her endless questioning she realized that she must look like a frightened and injured animal on the side of the road. He spoke to her like one too. Though it wasn't so bad to have someone try to be nice to her. He didn't seem deceptive, then again, the most deceptive ones didn't. His voice was low and quiet, soft. At the very least he wasn't drawing attention to the situation like she had...Her mind screamed at her 'Idiot! Idiot! Why did you have to go and scream like that?!? What if somebody heard?' Still, the boy walking toward her wasn't raising any sort of alarm. Despite his size and stature, there was something about him that seemed soft. His movements were slow, making it easy to watch. Sorry...she kept hearing the word 'sorry'. He seemed so sad. Her brow crinkled softly. He was just a few steps away. She watched him crouch down, he was still so much bigger than she was. Thump

Now that he was more in the light, and was closer to non-threatening she took the time to study what was in front of her. Curling her legs beneath her so that she wasn't so exposed, she took a deep breath to relax. Her shoulders dropped from her ears, her skirt was carefully smoothed and she finally blinked. There was a stinging as her lids briefly hid her eyes. The pain was a reminder of how dry the young Ravenclaw's eyes had become. She hadn't blinked the whole time the young wizard had been moving. Pushing back the tears that resulted from her eyes lacking the proper moisture she tried to smile in such a way that didn't make her look like a frightened rabbit.

“No...no, you don't have to leave. You just spooked me. I didn't think anybody was here. Why were you watching me anyway?”

Shiral tried her best not to sound accusing with that last question. Still, she was curious as to why the boy had been watching her dance. The blood rose to her cheeks as the embarrassment returned. She imagined someone watching her stumble around the dance hall, looking like a lonely little freak. Sometimes she just wished she could be someone else...
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