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Post by salem on Jul 17, 2011 21:34:06 GMT -5
 The Daily Prophet was mad with articles about the attack on Hogsmeade. Who was behind it? What brought it on? Who were these masked people? How were the students handling the shock?
Salem frowned, her hand scaling the page to read more. The death toll was at least forty- ten of those being Hogwarts students. There were a few residents missing and unaccounted for and many, many more injured. She didn't know the names of the deceased- but she did feel sympathy for their loved ones. She didn't believe you could feel sympathy for the dead- after all, they were dead, why did they need it?
In truth, she felt relieved her brother hadn't been among them, but she didn't want to spend time dwelling on it. The matter at hand was that there was clearly a group of dark wizards out there, and depending on who their target was, she could just as easily be hunted.
She wasn't afraid of it, though. If they chose to kill her and were really serious about it, what could she do? As much as she was adept with her abilties, she wasn't blind (poor wording) to the fact that she wasn't the smartest witch of them all nor did she have the ability to see which was very useful when it came to trying to escape and avoid the clutches of evil. She assumed she'd just trip and fall if she tried to ran, and thus she wouldn't. If she were to die, she would do so honorably.
The subject matter was quickly growing dull for her, and she folded up her paper neatly before throwing it into the garbage. No, for now she would do what she could to remain happy- safety wasn't even as issue she considered. After all, she'd ventured into the forbidden forest alone once and she'd survived that. If anything, at least luck was on her side. Although, she did worry about her brother...
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WORDS - 433
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MUSE - Great!
NOTES - Sorry it sucks.
CREDIT made by flyy~ [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jul 17, 2011 21:57:48 GMT -5
The tragedy that befell Hogsmeade worked like wildfire, spreading through students. He had to cross pale faces just to get to the library, students with teary eyes who had lost a friend in the attack; the students who lost a family had left the school for the grieving process. Kyran had been absent from the area during the attack, busy with his own selfish interests. Although the loss was great to Hogwarts and many alike, he had an air of apathy about the situation, as if he would remain untouched by such horrible news. What he coined his time and worries on was his sister, Salem. She had been out of Kyran's reach for some time now, and he had picked up the vibe that she had been ignoring him, got too busy or ended up lost somewhere. He couldn't deny that he had looked around the school castle at least once or twice, but he was always assured by Ravenclaw that Salem still attended classes.
If Salem had ended up as a body count at the event, his statue-like exterior might shatter a little. As so far, he didn't hear that she was lifeless somewhere. He had stopped a Ravenclaw that was in the same year as his sister, asking if he had seen her – the last that the boy saw was that she appeared to be heading into the library. Usually he didn't make the gesture to ask for her too often, not wanting Salem to think he was obsessive or too parental. She was a woman, and although he was intellectual in his studies – the physics of a woman always boggled him. They never made any sense. Right now wasn't the time for looking into cures and essays, if it was just another day, he would have went to the library on his own accord. Now that the disaster at Hogsmeade happened, Kyran would have to think out of his own world.
Moving around the enclave of a bookshelf, he noticed Salem. Even if he kept calm and cool, there was always that burst of adrenaline and worry. It felt as if his heart would swell and kill him instantly when he was greeted with that tiny frame of his sibling. He watched her movements, noticing that she had just tossed a paper off to her side. Kyran always found it strange she still bothered to strain her eyes to read, but then again, if she couldn't even do that – then why would she even be in this school? Half of the assignments were reading based. Quiet as ever, he slipped up next to the side of Salem's chair and reached his left hand over. With his fingers, he gently brushed at the side of her hair, touching the tip of her ear and then trailed his index finger down to the girl's shoulder. Once he did that, he placed his palm to the base of Salem's nape and started to gently message the muscles where back and neck met.
“Something on your mind?” he asked Salem, his eyes staring down at the top of her dark head. Kyran never brought up topics that he was interested in, now that he had found her – as if playing a strenous and long game of hide-and-seek, Kyran wanted to figure out what could possibly be ailing her, aside from blindness.
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Post by salem on Jul 19, 2011 0:07:14 GMT -5
Her brother's hand made her go very still. No one but him would dare to touch her like that, and if they did, they would soon regret it. She really wondered what he saw in her. When they were children, they hardly even made an attempt to get along; it was only after her accident that he had begun to become so protective and worried about her.
She frowned ever so slightly, wondering very briefly if he would be relieved by her death. Then, at least, she wouldn't be bothersome to him nor would he have to worry about. Perhaps it was she who needed to take another look in the mirror, figuratively speaking, and examine as to why she thought so little of her purpose to him. He had gone out of his way to eat meals at her table and find her after class in order to check up on her- it couldn't be be fun for him to do those things.
"Just contemplating... it can all end so quickly," she spoke, finally answering his question. "Were you there? In Hogsmeade?" she asked. She couldn't see him- she didn't know if he had been injured or hurt. However, his presence let her know that he was alive, and considering how many casualties there had been, this was a feat in of itself.
Salem blinked blearily at him. "Did you see what happened?" or had he only heard about it as she had? It was all over the school- it was all over the wizarding community. These dark wizards had come... she wondered if their parents were involved. She wouldn't be surprised if they were. They never were the nice, friendly sort. They'd even practically disowned their own daughter when they thought she was useless to them.
Again, it brought her to the question. Why did Kyran even bother with her?
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MUSE - Great!
NOTES - Sorry it sucks.
CREDIT made by flyy~ [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jul 25, 2011 0:34:00 GMT -5
He had been hurt, and it wasn't from Hogsmeade. Although it was a quick injury that could be healed, he wasn't able to make it to the nurse's office. There had been a line, and his injury was a common one, and thus was last priority. In a few days he would go back, and now that students were afraid, quiddditch practices had been pushed back. Turning his hand away from her hair, he walked around her chair to slowly seat himself in the one next to her. Although Kyran would never open his mouth and complain, having Salem as a relative was most taxing on him. It wasn't her fault, he was the silent volunteer who took his leisure time out and get himself into trouble to find her a cure, to work on his own studies so that if he didn't luck out and get to leech off of his future bride; he would at least have a job to support Salem. However, the Sinclair family would be a laughing stock if that ever happened. Taking a light breath in, he turned his eyes away from his sister.
“I wasn't there,” he answered, as if ashamed he couldn't do anything. Maybe his expertise, his wand, it might have saved a few. But he had an inkling that if he stepped in defiance to the wizards that did the attack, he would lose something even bigger than his pride. It frightened him, upset him, and it showed on his face. Thankfully his sister was blind and could not see the difficulties forming in the frown lines on Kyran's skin. “Instead... I fell into a trap door near the Slytherin common room, most embarrassing situation... I admit.” He didn't explain that he had injured his shoulder bone, or that the injury was because he decided to shove his wand away and catch Fala instead. Nor would Kyran go into detail about being parseltongue had actually been useful in the situation. Still to this day, he was angered that it happened and even more so that he had disappeared when the attack happened. Suspicious eyes were on him, he knew.
It was probably worse that Kyran didn't ask around about the situation, like a normal busy body student would. His peers assumed that he knew what happened, had details, and Salem was assuming it now. Now he turned his eyes back to his sister's face, wishing that she could see – to merely look at him with an acknowledging glance, to have her full life ahead of her without having to silently beat herself up over a handicap she didn't ask for. Although she couldn't give him that much, he relaxed, for she had lived another day. What would have happened if she showed up? Would he not be looking at her right now, would he be sent away much like the other students to attend a funeral? “I don't know what happened,” he said quietly, allowing his words to come out calmly.
These last few days had been hard on him, now when he just had everything almost figured out... everything was tipped upside down again. And he had no one to blame.
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Post by salem on Jul 25, 2011 19:24:04 GMT -5
She tried to hold back her laughter when he admitted he fell through a trap door. Even those with sight had their own follies, and at Hogwarts, even those who were most perceptive could find themselves in danger. Still, it wasn't as bad as it was out there, it seemed. The attack on Hogsmeade was creating a panic throughout the students and teachers- and it didn't stop there. Rumors had begun about who these masked wizards were. Only one of them had gotten caught but was still awaiting trial. She had been out in the Forbidden Forest the day of the attack, searching for some herbs she knew grew there.
But unlike her sibling, she hadn't been injured- and she hadn't been within the safe walls of the castle. No place was truly safe, if she thought about it long enough, but the thought was too depressing to dwell on too long. She wondered what the expression on her brother's face looked like. The last time she had recorded his face with her eyes, he had been eleven- same as she. She could imagine what he looked like, but she had no real way of knowing. He was taller than she was, she knew, and he was lanky- thin and gaunt as she. She could still remember his smile- rare as it was- and that uninterested, judgmental gaze he often gave others.
"People died," she looked at him pointedly, and somehow, she was staring directly at him-not past him as she usually did and not to his side. "Students died. Have you seen the hospital wing? It's full, too full to keep all of the students. They're being sent back to the dorms to rest," she wondered how much attention Kyran paid to the events in the wizarding world, but she knew she read more than her brother on these matters. She made an effort not to believe everything she read, but she also listened- and she could hear the groans and creaks as students tried to get around with their injuries- the sharp intakes of breath as they bumped against someone.
Some of the students had been sent home due to the anxiety the attacked had caused, and yet others still hadn't awoken from the hospital wing. It was a travesty in the wizarding world, and it was a tragedy to Hogwarts. Still, many believed that Dumbledore would keep the students safe. The teachers had been able to fend off the attack in Hogsmeade aided by aurors as they had finally shown their faces. There hadn't been such a wide-scaled attack since the happenings of Gellert Grindelwald, and if he hadn't still been in his prison, one might have suspected her was behind it.
"This is not a game.... not anymore," she hissed quite literally, unaware that in her silent anger, she had switched into speaking in Parseltongue with her twin.
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NOTES - Sorry it sucks.
CREDIT made by flyy~ [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jul 26, 2011 1:22:09 GMT -5
Cold, pale emerald eyes stayed on his sibling. He watched her as if she wasn't his kin, but a living breathing essence he couldn't quite figure out or explain – let alone cure. As she was talking about the attack, he felt the blood within his veins freeze. It was hard to act like he hadn't noticed the broken atmosphere of Hogwarts, to act like it wasn't his issue or extend his hand out for assistance. Kyran was terrified about caring for these strangers that he had come to grown up with, not directly, but their presence was on par with the person he might have sat next to in a class. Then Salem's head turn, and he was expecting her eyes to fall on a space in-between himself and the chair; yet, her gaze had fallen to his own eyes. Kyran didn't move for a second, almost afraid that she could actually see him. That she would see the dark circles beneath his eyes, his face emptied from hard emotion only to be graced with fear.
He never realized that he himself would feel handicapped if Salem could actually see. When they were at their younger age, she had been a brilliant witch and Kyran had treated her poorly because of it. As Salem had lost her eye-sight and her uncanny abilities were subdued by the lack senses, he had preyed upon it, used it up and given himself power over her. Just her eyes being on him reminded of the vast emptiness that would come if she actually could see again. Surely she would pick up where she had left off, and Kyran's short enjoyment of knowing someone relied on him, it would be all dried up and shriveled. Even with his advantage like this, he tore his eyes away from the girl's face to focus it else where. Ever since the news of Hogsmeade, he hadn't been quite right. It wasn't that he was fearful for his own life or for Salem's, but it was the meaning behind it that troubled him so.
Kyran didn't ask for names of the students, he was sure that once everyone gathered into the Great Hall from a recovery, he would be able to see the missing faces. Something told him that the deceases were targets, and perhaps the attack hadn't been so random. The lids of his eyes lowered in deep thought, until he heard the sharp hiss of Salem's voice, shifting into an almost ancient language that could be learned, but even then... only would it be in bits and phrases. It wasn't like Parseltongue had an alphabet, or a tonal direction, it was as good as speaking English to Kyran and Salem. His fleeting attention got him enough courage to look at the girl's face, noticing that she felt strongly about it. They were in a public area, and the meaning beyond her words had drawn him in..
“Do you know something?” he asked back, using Parseltongue just the same. They were not the type of people to use the language to boast over themselves; in fact, he was sure that next to no one knew of their gifts. Kyran was selfish and used his own personal time on lonesome projects, where he doubted Salem had made that many friends to share it with. None of the less, the language hardly benefited anyone unless they occupied their time with snakes. With the school in a parallel position, he wasn't willing to risk an eavesdropper.
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