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first year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
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It had been impressive that Allen had not slipped off from the edge at which he had been sitting. But with Jane's hesitant confession of having nightmares and them being the cause of her pain, he became even less relaxed, but slipped back onto the center of the cushion. His eyes were even more worried, but a strange dark seriousness had crept in. From her prior hesitation, Allen assumed Jane felt humiliated by the prospect she was being kept up by dreams. Ashamed and perhaps even felt foolish. Allen knew too well what she felt and hoped she would not feel that way - he knew the ripping terror those night visions could create in one self.
With his look and engaged posture, he hoped to convey that comfort to her; that he was someone who could relate to her. "What sort of nightmares?" he asked quietly, voice smooth but thick with a dread of his own.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:22 pm
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first year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
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Allen had listened to every detailed she offered him. Trying to analyze possible meanings or underlying messages. He knew it would be a very small chance he thought of anything to explain the dreams that clearly held Jane in an emotional state as he did not know her head, her past, her thoughts. He only had the furthest outside perspective.
Some advice, however minimal, had grown on his tongue as she spoke and in the moment of trying to convey it, Jane's first tears slipped.
All previous thought was immediately erased for him and all that was left was Jane - the distress like a sour face corrupting his senses and the sheer pain made him want to recoil. All details and unfocused objects on the sides of his vision turned to an unnoticed darkness and the two of them floated in a suspension of connectivity. He reached out - physically this time. Restraining himself only slightly from crushing her with his desperation to make the hideous demons go away. He held her by the arm first and then leaned on her. Bringing her close and capturing her in his chest. Nothing would hurt her, he would not allow it. "Don't cry, Jane," he breathed, "They are only dreams." knowing his words were utter lie. Nightmares were the mental manifestation of all of a person's flaws. They tore at the mind, ripped shreds of sanity and devoured them. Conveyed the most twisted visions and the most torturous experiences. Allen was prepared to take Jane's nightmares away from her, taken them upon himself. Add them to his own. Be devoured and consumed most unceremoniously by the insanity he could feel creeping at the furthest edges of his mind so she could be safe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:47 pm
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first year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ￤￤
He felt no discomfort holding her. As he could feel herself releasing into him and pressing up against his chest, his tenseness also began to slowly relax. His eyes slipped closed as he felt her distress slipping away, evaporated by the heat of the fire.
He had imagined this before; his holding her. He had imagined what she would smell like, what she would feel like and how she would fold into him.
His imagined context that, of course, been severely different but it did not stop him from melting into her. All his senses became solely focused on her - her being and her existence. The touch of her skin, the scent of her hair, the position of body. It felt strange and foreign to him, but not wrong.
He wanted to hold onto the little fire she had become to him, but he knew he would have to let go. He could not be a child and indulge himself when she needed help, any help.
He eased her away from him gently after he felt no more tears soaking into his night gown, he looked into her eyes and offered a light smile. Bright with genuine caring. "Better?" eyes also asking if there were any other demons.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 7:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 6:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:54 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:17 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 10:04 pm
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Quidditch is my life, but my knowledge is who I am.
Devin Cloud
Second Year♽Hufflepuff♽Chaser
⇳ ⇴ ⇵ ⇶ ⇷ ⇸ ⇹ ⇺ ⇻ ⇼ ⇽ ⇾ ⇿
Devin had gotten to the common room before everyone else, for he left the feast early. He was angry then, but by now, he felt so much better. He watched as the students had arrived at the common room, all bouncing with excitement and anxiety. He remembered that feeling. The feeling was actually sort of new actually, speaking that his first year was a year ago. But he sort of acts like it has been more like...five years.
Devin watched as Nevin plopped down in the chair across from him, pretty much just relaxing. Devin had just picked up a book so he would not speak unless Nevin chose to speak to him. Honestly, Devin didn't want to say anything that had showed hostility toward Nevin, even though Nevin hadn't done anything to him. He was still sort of mad, but he was much more calm than during the feast.
The book he read was about dragons and other magical creatures. He planned on taking the Care for Magical Creatures class the next year; so he really had to study up on what makes them calm, or tick. He learned about Dragons, Centaurs, Unicorns, and other examples of these animals. He was fascinated at the immortality of the Unicorn's blood and the healing power of the Phoenix's tear. He really wondered what exactly was in these materials that could ever hold the power of healing muscle sinews, bones, and give the drinker immortality. The limitations of the magical world were so out there, that nothing really can even reach that barrier.
⇳ ⇴ ⇵ ⇶ ⇷ ⇸ ⇹ ⇺ ⇻ ⇼ ⇽ ⇾ ⇿
Some are born great, some achieve great, but some...have greatness thrust upon them.
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