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Post by tobias asriel on Feb 11, 2009 23:12:19 GMT -5
Tobias awoke way early on a Saturday morning.He couldn't sleep. It was 5 am and the sun wasn't up yet. He wanted to write to his parents just to let them know that he and his sister Lyra had been good so far this year. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Casual clothing was his style of clothes when not in classes. He had carried his Messenger bag with him that was filled with his quills,ink and scrolls.
He somehow found his way to the owlery without getting caught by Filch or any of the Professors.He made it up to the top of the stairs and opened the wooden door. Once in there, he could hear the screeching of owls.Tobi winced slightly, then he went over and sat down in a patch of floor that wasn't covered with feathers or owl poo.He began writing to his parents.
Dear Mother and Father.... He wrote before dipping the quill back into the ink well. He rubbed the feathered end of the quill against his forehead as he thought what to write. He honestly couldn't think. nothing interesting happened yet to him. "Gosh what to write" he muttered quietly.
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Post by isadora lestoat on Feb 14, 2009 14:33:36 GMT -5
OOC;; I hope you don't mind, but I'm reserving this post for a new charrie I'm making. xD
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Post by isabelle juliet devereaux on Feb 16, 2009 15:24:33 GMT -5
Isabelle couldn't sleep. The biggest match of the season was only a few hours away, and already she was squirming with the nerves. What if she didn't catch the snitch? She was sure that her teammates would kill her if she didn't catch it, even though they probably wouldn't be that irrational. Either way, Slytherin's team was exceptionally good this year... And it worried her senseless. She wasn't sure if she could live it down if Slytherin's seeker caught the snitch before she did. It'd be beyond humiliating.
Not only was the approaching Quidditch match bothering her, Belle was beginning to see a change in her younger brother Oliver, and not a good one. As the days ticked by, he became less and less like the old Oliver Belle knew and loved. Someone was beginning to take his place- someone who hung out with the wrong people, did the wrong things, liked the wrong stuff. The bad stuff. Isabelle was beginning to worry about him more and more often than normal.
Being a natural at sneaking around the castle, Isabelle made it to the Owlery without disturbing a single portrait from its slumber. She was clad in a pair of her older brother's boxers and a Holyhead Harpies sweatshirt, with slippers adorning her feet. She opened the wood door and closed it gingerly, allowing her slipper-clad feet to make their way over to one of the open stone windows. She sat down on it, relaxing against the cool stone frame, before her eyes fell on somebody who was already there, and had wondered out loud what to write.
"Depends," Isabelle spoke, a small smile forming across the sixth year's lips. "If you're writing to a sibling, ask them about school, or how they're lives have been lately. A parent? Assure them all is well, and inform them on the latest thing you've learned in your classes. And a lover should be the easiest of all," Belle paused, before continuing. "Write them about a poem you read in the library that reminded you of them. Or just simply tell them in twenty different ways that you love them. Either one would satisfy."
Sometimes Belle just couldn't help herself.
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Post by tobias asriel on Feb 16, 2009 22:12:55 GMT -5
Tobias tried to write his letter to his parents. He was getting easily frustrated. he was crossing off one of the things he said because it didn't make sense. He knew his parents hated it when he didn't make sense. He was glaring at the piece of parchment, in thought.
When he heard a voice replying to his musing, he jumped slightly. It was mostly because he was just so surprised that someone else was up there and not just him. He tried to calm down a bit which took very little effort. Ok, alot of effort. He was just startled.
"oh. Hello" Tobias said after a moment. He was just grateful that he didn't knock over the inkwell like he did last time he wrote to his parents. He sighed deeply,"i am trying to write to the parentals. They freak out every time i don't write to them every week." He let out a soft chuckle after he spoke.He dipped the quill into the inkwell and left it there. "Quite hard to think what to write when they want weekly updates and nothing ever happens. well anything interesting that is." |
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Post by isabelle juliet devereaux on Feb 17, 2009 6:27:49 GMT -5
In the time that it took for Isabelle to coax her snowy owl, Zeus, down from his cage and begin to write her own letter, the boy that was already in the Owlery had calmed himself down enough to reply to her suggestions. She smiled slightly, figuring he had reacted so because she had surprised him. Sorry, she replied genuinly, scrawling Dear Mom and Dad at the top of her own scrap of parchment.
Isabelle stifiled a laugh when he mentioned parents freaking out. "Oh, Jesus. You have no idea." Isabelle had lost track of how many times her father kept sending her letters during the week. It was one of the cons of being the daughter of the Head Auror. Actually, it seemed everything was a con, especially since Isabelle was in his alma mater, Gryffindor. Living up to expectations was tough, and the pressure of it all often got to Belle.
"I got you there. Maybe tell them how you feel at the moment? That's my plan, anyways." Dear Mom and Dad, I'm super nervous for the biggest match of the year today, and I don't want to not catch the snitch, otherwise you may never hear from me again. Okay dad, stop freaking out, I was just kidding. She paused, chuckled a little, and then continued.
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Post by tobias asriel on Feb 17, 2009 11:45:17 GMT -5
Tobias smiled softly and said "it's ok.I just was startled a bit."He laughed in a quiet tone. He folded the parchment, where he crossed out some words and ripped that part off as cleanly and quietly as he could. he placed the trashed parchment into his bag that was next to him.
Then he said,"your parents freak out alot too?" with a curious tone. He sighed softly and said,"it's like if I don't send a letter telling them that I am ok, they will assume that I am laying dead in the gutter or something. They never figure that sometimes I could be just plain busy or something." He rolled his eyes at his parents logic.
Tobias pulled his quill out of the inkwell and tapped it at the top of it to get rid of excess ink before scrawling, 'Mother, Father: Things are boring as usual. no worries, Lyra and I are still safe. You know i wouldn't let anyone harm her.' He dipped the quill back into the inkwell as he thought of what to write. He sighed softly as his crystal blue eyes gazed at the many owls that surrounded them. |
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Post by isabelle juliet devereaux on Feb 21, 2009 8:27:30 GMT -5
Belle's smile grew a slight bit wider as she nodded. "Oh, you could say that, although worry doesn't even begin to describe it." She chuckled a bit, scribbling down more of her letter as she spoke. "My dad's the head auror at the department of mysteries, so he's bound to be paranoid. And then my uncle's the minister, which is even better," Belle added, in sarcastic tones. "It really sucks, having to live up to expectations."
Isabelle signed her name, folded her parchment, and tied the letter to the leg of the owl. "Send this to crazy man," she whsipered softly, knowing that Zeus knew exactly who that was.
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Post by tobias asriel on Feb 24, 2009 11:35:42 GMT -5
Tobias chuckled softly under his breath. "i could only imagine how much they are worried or as you say paranoid, they are." He smiled gently as he added some more things into the letter like what he had been doing in class and the latest sister drama. He looked up and said "wow... no wonder they are worried eh? " He continued jotting down stuff. He was now inquiring about how their dogs at home are doing.
"i don't know if the family has much expectations for me. except to actually graduate and find a job when i get out." then he rolled his eyes. "oh and another one... they want me to stay out of trouble. i guess it makes sense." Tobias said with a shrug of indifference. He finally finished the letter. Tobias made a soft whistle which made his owl, Pan, fly down to him and land on his outstretched arm. " send it to mother and father. if they are not in the same place, take it to mother."
Tobias smiled and said " my father is a world traveler and my mother is an author. so it is interesting to see them together in a room working together. My mom writes down the stories of my father's travels." He did admire his parents sometimes.
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