Professor Kijewski
September 18, 2007 7:02 PM
Lesson 1 for First and Second Years by Professor Kijewski
Kiva finished cleaning off the area with a sweep of her wand. Usually she did the cleaning the muggle way, but since the beginning of the school year things had been a bit hectic and Kiva had a lot to catch up on. Which meant, she was later coming to the clearing as usual and didn't have time to do the normal clearing out the space with a regular old broom. She conjured up a table and set the cat carrier down.Almost immediately after, the students began to make an appearance. The first years always seemed a bit wary of this class (especially the muggleborns), so Kiva tried to make a good impression by giving them a fun and inviting lesson. Although, the last time she had introduced this creature, a giant dust storm had hit. Kiva hoped this creature didn't bring on another one four years later. “Good morning.” She greeted them with a smile, standing in front of the cat carrier so that those closest to her couldn't give away the creature she was to be teaching that day.
As it was the first lesson with the first years, Kiva decided to look more business casual than she normally would have. She sported burgundy cordoroids with black flats and a polo shirt. She was void of robes because it made her job easier that way. Her brown hair was longer than normal, having no time to really do much for it, so she clipped it back and out of her face. She couldn’t wait until she no longer needed to make a first impression so that she could return to her normal look of capris and sandals.
Once everyone was settled into the grass or chose to stand around, Kiva began, “For those of you who do not know, I am Professor Kijewski. Most call me Professor K. If you ever need me, my office is near the library, but I'm usually out here with my creatures.” Kiva explained. The school was rather large despite the small class sizes and Kiva was only all too familiar with how difficult it could sometimes be trying to locate someone in a hurry. “Alright, I'm going to explain some of the rules for my class. These are important, so I expect you to adhere to them." Kiva glanced out at the students, her face pleasant, but firm with her words.
"There will be no talking when I give directions. These animals do have the capabilities to be dangerous and I may give you advise on how to avoid getting hurt. If you're talking, well, the consequences are your own. There will be no talking when someone is else is addressing the class, whether that be for asking a question or giving a report." Kiva's gaze landed on a couple of students whispering and a frown appeared on her young face. "I expect everyone to do the work I assign. Especially if you plan on passing any future exams, not excluding C.A.T.S. and R.A.T.S. Aside from all that, you may discard your robes and talk amongst yourselves while in groups." Kiva finally smiled at them. "I'm not an evil teacher. I believe learning should be fun, but in order to learn, you have to listen. So, we'll do lectures in the beginning and then move onto group work so that you can all relax a bit."
Finally deciding it was time to actually get on with the lesson, Kiva clasped her hands together and stood up straighter. “Today we will be studying these,” Kiva opened the carrier and gently pulled out what looked to be a cat, except that it had spotted fur, rather large ears, and a lion’s tail. “Everyone please pull out some parchement in ink so that you may all take some proper notes.” Kiva told her class before continuing on with the lesson.
“This is a Kneazle. Kneazles are very intelligent creatures who can detect suspicious or unsavory persons very well and will react badly to them. Which means, trust a kneazles instincts. However, if a kneazle were to take a liking to a witch or wizard, it makes for an excellent pet.” Kiva placed the kneazle on the ground directly in front of her. “As you can see, a kneazle looks much like a regular house cat, with only a few minor details. Come have a look, feel free to pet her, she’s well-trained. Now, as you examine her, can anyone tell me the differences between a kneazle and a cat?”
OOC: Okay, you all know the drill. Three paragraphs per post, 3 to 5 sentences to each paragraph. Use as much detail as you can and have lots of fun with the kneazle.
Subthreads: How cute! by Lucie Dupree with Ronen Cooper
There may yet be hope for the school by Holly Greer with Cecily Smythe, Cecily
Here kittie, kittie, kittie by Talitha Cumni with Irene Liddowe, Talitha
No robes? by Talen Dupree with Laurie Cider, Talen
A Kasneezle? by Rilla White with Thomas Fitzgerald
*is picturing Garfield* by Rorrie Hudson with Josh Warren, Rorrie
Partner? by Renaye Warren with Oliver Abbott, Raye, Renaye
Daydreaming (WotW) by Zane Cooper
Kitty! by Hyana Kamiya with Lydia Krotchet, Hyana
Not a favorite of mine... by Chelsea Brockert
I Have One of Those by Anabel McIntosh
CLASS CLOSED (nm) by Professor K
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Talen Dupree
September 19, 2007 11:20 PM
No robes? by Talen Dupree
Another year meant another year of classes, which was not a joy on Talen’s part. He would have preferred being home schooled to being here. It wasn’t that he hated the classes, so much as it was dull when he didn’t talk to any of his classmates. He had yet to click with any, male or female.With a sigh, he made his way to Care of Magical Creatures, which had not been a good experience the first time. There had been a substitute professor who brought in an unicorn, which was a completely useless creature to a boy. He couldn’t pet it or study it. So, instead he had sat on the grass in a completely crowded class, hoping not to be stepped on by one of the older years. As such, he wasn’t looking forward to the class.
Arriving, he sat on the grass; not caring if his robes got grass stains. If they did, he would just owl home for his parents to buy him new ones. However, on the plus side, the real professor was there, though, not really in an outfit he would deem appropriate. And worse, was the fact that she wanted them to call her Professor K. That might have been the same as last year, but he didn’t really remember. Just the same, he gave a small shudder. He much preferred a formalized structure – proper desks, proper names, and proper attire.
When Professor Kijewski mentioned C.A.T.s and R.A.T.s, Talen appeared slightly alarmed. He certainly hoped they wouldn’t be conducted in the same manner as this class. It would be rather shameful. Of course, the next statement brought him back to the situation he was currently in. She had just said they could discard robes? He must not have heard her right. He quickly glanced around and sure enough, others were doing so. He would just stay in his. It was the required dress of the school.
This was not happening. This was not happening. That was all there was to it. He would pretend everyone was still in their robes and then he could concentrate on the lesson, which seemed to work, because when the professor brought out the carrier, he looked on with interest. Out came a kneazle. He knew what it was, because there was a nearby store, which had one that belonged to the shopkeeper and she just let it roam around. It didn’t seem to like his father very much.
Before he could answer the professor’s question, some of the girls, one being his cousin, had already gone up and pointed out the things he would have said. With a shrug, he went up to pet the animal. He rather liked cats and would have liked one that was as intelligent as Kneazles were.
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Laurie Cider
September 22, 2007 12:48 AM
Stripping's not in my repertoire. by Laurie Cider
Laurie had used her day planner to neatly tabulate her classes, study sessions, and projected extracurriculars into concise, orderly squares that filled her weeks out in easily managed intervals. Once properly organized, she next set to estimate the amount of time each class's homework might take in addition. Astronomy, she gave an hour, imagining it would need book and field work. For Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, she blocked off a combined two hour segment. For History of Magic and Potions, she gave them each 45 minutes. The only thing she hadn't managed to work out was what to give Care of Magical Creatures. As excited as she was about that class, she didn't have anything to compare it to in terms of time.Laurie liked to be prepared; she liked to know what to expect. Everything in her universe had its place and time, and spontaneity was something she avoided as a general rule. While some of her childhood friends had viewed this slowly developing trait as a ‘downer,’ Laurie was always quick to remind them that she never got in trouble at school for forgetting her homework nor was she ever surprised by a test. As it was, birthdays and Christmases were easy affairs for her friends- they need only get Laurie a new planner, a spiffy calendar, or fine point sharpies to mark everything down with.
The only unpredictable thing about Laurie’s life was her family- and its many pets. There was her brother Tim’s African Gray, Socrates; the cul-de-sac’s collective and yet somehow only lived in their house mancoon, Butch; her parents’ seven goldfish, and, of course, her two very own French lops, Cotton and Fudge, who she both missed very much. She had spent her last summer training them to use the litter box, and her dad had made this great pen for them to run around in outside. She missed their company, the knowledge that even when she was reading in her room, the rest of the house busy elsewhere, that their little bodies were moving about on the floor nearby. It was, perhaps, a silly comfort, but it was there nonetheless.
When Professor Kijewski, or Professor K as she introduced herself, brought out that box, Laurie found herself straining to gain a better view form her perch on the ground. She recognized the animal right away- or she thought she had, until it’s features came in better focus.
“As you can see, a kneazle looks much like a regular house cat, with only a few minor details. Come have a look, feel free to pet her, she’s well-trained. Now, as you examine her, can anyone tell me the differences between a kneazle and a cat?”
Laurie readied a some of the parchment that was commonly used by the other students and a plain old ink pen. The differences were rather obvious: there was the patches of excess hair, the unusually made tail, the- she stumbled past a nearby body, and quickly said an apology. She gave the body a closer look though once it seemed he hadn’t noticed her loss of balance. Unlike most of the students, he still had his robes on, and somehow, this struck her as interesting.
Especially seeing as she hadn’t shrugged out of hers either.
Deciding this was a sign, she tapped his shoulder, “Hey, want to work on this together?” As an additional enticement, she offered, “I’m good with animals.”
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Talen
September 22, 2007 1:35 PM
Mine either by Talen
Talen gave a slight jump of surprise when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around, he looked curiously at a girl who if he had heard right wanted to work with him. Though, he supposed the added being good with animals helped. He didn’t really know if he was or not, as he never really had before, even though he was a second year and should have last year.“Sure,” he answered slowly, as he silently accessed her. She was wearing robes just like he was, which immediately left a good impression on him. He held out his hand in proper manner, as he had been trained, “My name is Talen Dupree.”
He left out the part of from, because it was all rather complicated. He was the only child of the third son and lived in France, where the family was from. However, the current patriarch lived in New York and the second son was in Quebec. It really didn’t matter in his view anyhow, because it would only be in rare occurrence that he would become head one day. His cousins, Chris and Devian, would have to be disowned first. It was a possible proposition for Chris, as he had never quite fit into the family, but it would take an army for Devian to be.
On the whole, Talen was rather grateful over it. He had no interest in being in charge of the family not that he had a desire to stray from the Pureblood ways. It was more that he didn’t care for the messiness of it all preferring his little life of order. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had a sibling that reeked of chaos. He was rather thankful that it was only him.
After introductions were made, he asked the obvious, “Why are you good with animals?”
It might have been seen as rude from most other people, but the tone of his voice indicated a non-judgement and a genuine curiosity.
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Mine either
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Laurie
September 22, 2007 4:21 PM
Phew. I was worried. Gotta keep things PG. by Laurie
"Laurie Cider," she returned after Talen's introduction. "Thanks."The absence of his mentioning of any geographic designation along with last name was not lost on Laurie. She had noticed this strange tendency and even stranger lack of surprise when received. Her roommates in Crotalus were a perfect example of this- Renaye seemed like her only ally in normalcy. It seemed that in the Magic World, certain families delineated some kind of status in the caste system. She had picked up on hints of this from Thanksgiving dinners with the extended Cider family, but everything was always told with laughter, and she couldn't help but think it was exaggerated.
She bent to give the Kneazle a scratch under its chin. It gave a growling purr in response that so reminded her of mancoon that she was more than willing to answer Talen's question. "My family's big on pets. We have an African Grey named Socrates, our cat Butch, the goldfish, and then there are my french lops- Fudge and Cotton. Even though the pets all belong to someone, I seem to always be the one to take of them. . ."
Her voice trailed off as she considered for the first time how her pets were faring without her. Her mouth fell from its normal curves and wilted into something less contented. She'd thought that her parents might have written her by now, or sent some kind of care package. She could have emailed them, or even chatted online had the school been a normal sort with a computer lab on hand. The intermittent waves of homesickness that she'd felt since arriving, decided to rise again, and willfully, she swallowed down the sickly feeling and summoned up some residual pluck.
"I guess Kneazles are the wizarding equivalent of hound dogs. I wonder, do you think they can sniff out the badness, since they're magical beasts, or is it some kind of extra-sensory ability?"
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Phew. I was worried. Gotta keep things PG.
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Talen
September 23, 2007 1:23 PM
Re: Phew. I was worried. Gotta keep things PG. by Talen
'Laurie Cinder,' Talen repeated in his head, committing the face to the name. It wasn't that he had a poor memory, but he always found it rude to forget someone's name. Besides, as he noticed through his parents, if one remembered a name, even if having only met the person once, it made them feel special and more obliging.Much like the Kneazle seemed to be, as Laurie petted her. He gave an amused grin over the loud rumbles of purring, something he would later add to his notes. Taken her lead, Talen mimicked what she had just done, enjoying the fact that he elicited the same response. He wondered how much argument it would take for his parents to give in to his request of a pet.
Talen blinked in shock at the sheer number of pets that Laurie had. His parents would never in a million years allow that to occur. Not that he could blame them. So many pets had to create a disorganized structure, but he did have to admit that the French lops were of intrigue. Of course, given the name, there was a heavy possibility that the rabbit developed in France, his home area, which just heightened the curiosity, but had never bothered to do the research on such a creature.
He wanted to ask more about them, but her demeanor had taken on a certain sadness. Based on where her voice had trailed off, the conclusion was that she was worried. He gave her a sympathetic smile, "I'm sure they're okay. Maybe you can show me pictures sometime? But yeah, I guess Kneazles are. I would guess the latter since all animals seem to have some ability on knowing who to trust."
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Re: Phew. I was worried. Gotta keep things PG.
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Laurie
September 23, 2007 10:53 PM
You broke the subject chain. Shame, shame. by Laurie
Most people, when told of, or after meeting, her family's near menagerie asked why there was no dog in the bunch. It seemed odd that a family as big on animals would be missing man's designated best friend. The answer's message never changed, despite the different words used to explain it. Their pets were like family members, if one died, you didn't just go out and get another one. And while Laurie had only been four when the accident happened, she remembered it much like a storyboard: five rectangular cut-outs, with saddened faces and speechless mouths.The first frame shows a pint-sized tow headed girl wandering out into the street, away from the swing-set that sat in their front lawn. A car approaches in the background, and from behind the little girl, you see a medium sized dog, breed unknown due to its floppy ears, boxed face, and stubby tail: a mutt; the dog strains against a rope that is attached to a lead that runs parallel to the swing-set. The second shows the car far closer, and the girl's back is to it, her interest and attention focused on something minute on the road. The dog has broken free from the rope and is but a few feet from the girl, barking futilely. The third has the car almost on the girl, but the dog is closer, and his head has knocked into the girl's back, pushing her roughly forward. The fourth shows the car stopped, skid marks stretching behind it; the dog is still and unmoving, and the little girl is cradling a bleeding knee, crying loudly in plaintive tones. The fifth shows only a small mound of freshly cleared dirt, an unsophisticated stone decorated with a single name; the little girl sits beside the stone, unsmiling.
Her family never adopted another dog after that, and Laurie wasn't allowed to play by herself for several years afterward. The small grave still sat in the backyard, beneath a middle-aged oak tree that was good for little else other than shade and protection from the rain. Despite the dog having been her oldest brother's, it was she who missed him the most, and still tended to the gravestone. She stopped holding anniversary days when she was nine; she'd forgotten in her excitement over receiving two pets of her own, her rabbits. As it was, the whole experience had left a large print on her young, easy to bleed heart, and nothing could draw her tears more easily than to hear of cruelty to an animal, or even worse, witness it herself.
It was a given, as well, that if someone showed an interest in her pets, then that someone was a friend, no questions asked.
Laurie smiled warmly, and nodded in easy agreement. "Sure, I love to show you something! They won't move, though," she warned. "All the pictures I have are regular old Kodak's."
She considered the kneazle's stout, up-turned face, and wondered whether, being magical beasts, they ate different foods then ordinary house cats. "I bet they're carnivores like regular cats. . .but are there magical equivalents for tuna and salmon, that they prefer more? Do they give birth to full litters?"
Her last question, spoken aloud, made her wonder even more things, her brain having latched onto a sudden line of thought that she quickly voiced to share with Talen. "Hey, are magical beasts like the kneazles similar to witches in wizards in that their children might not carry on the same traits? I mean," she slowed down, seeking to organize her thoughts better. "What I mean is, since Kneazles are very much like cats, except in regards to some physical changes and their magical abilities, maybe it's like Muggles and Wizards. Not every witch and wizard will have a child that can do magic. Just like not every Muggle couple will give birth to a nonmagical child. Does that happen with magical beasts as well?"
She asked her questions, not really expecting direct answers, but more wanting a bouncing board to reflect upon. As it was with any question she had, her curiosity being almost uncontrollable at times, she often fell more in love with the wonderings about it, than the actual answer. "Talen, what do you think?"
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You broke the subject chain. Shame, shame.
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Talen
September 26, 2007 7:11 PM
Bad me. :P by Talen
Kodak? What was a Kodak? Talen thought about the sentence, as he ran a hand through his dark brown curls that were slightly on the feminine side. Pictures she had were Kodaks. Logical conclusion, therefore, was that kodaks were muggle pictures since he’d never heard of the word and he knew quite well what wizard pictures were. It also meant that she was most likely a halfblood or muggleborn, which were not spoken of in pleasant terms by his family. He supposed he would just never write home about her, not that he wrote much anyhow.He blinked. Magical equivalents of tuna and salmon? Litters? Magical traits? She asked some rather odd questions, but he tried to answer each one that he could patiently, “Tuna and salmon are just what they are and I suppose they like them just fine, but I would say that some probably wouldn’t, just as some people do and don’t like fish. Um, I’m not sure about litters, but I’ve heard of half kneazle/half cat breeds, so I would venture that they do. I could be wrong, though.”
He had to put a little more thought into the last question, before answering, “Purebloods that are considered from the upper families like to try and keep the line, because it’s really rare for a Pureblood family to have someone that can’t do magic, or a squib. So, if kneazles can have babies without the magical traits, it would probably be really rare, if not impossible. But maybe when they breed with cats that can happen. Like, when a pureblood mixes with a non-pureblood.” All of which was stated in a matter of fact tone voice.
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Bad me. :P
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Laurie
October 01, 2007 9:12 PM
Delays, I know! I have no excuse. by Laurie
Laurie listened, absorbing the information and stamping it down on her internal catalog of Things that are Different in the Magical World. Her list had grown, since arriving at Sonora, to include such things as medieval gender roles (They still had arranged marriages! How ancient was that)?), the lack of technology (Who had ever heard of a school without computers? In this day and age?), and now, with yet more information added onto it, the idea of Pureblood and its deviations. From what she had gathered, she fell within the Halfblood designation. Her father came from a long line of Pureblood families that with the past two generations had broken tradition and married those of a lesser blood status. Not that you could tell the difference by looking a person. Laurie had tried to see if there was some kind of sign that marked a person who was supposedly a Pureblood, but unless being incredibly close-minded counted, she had yet to find one.Thank goodness for the Warren twins. If it wasn't for them and a few others, Laurie might have eventually believed that all Purebloods were diseased with the arrogance virus. And, if she was not mistaken, the newly met Talen was also a Pureblood, and he didn't seem at all bad. She nodded as he finished his explanation.
"That's totally my family," she offered, tapping one of the Kneazle's whiskers and grinning as she swatted at Laurie's fingers. "My dad's from a, well, it's pretty much a Pureblood family, and my mom, she's a former sorority girl and currently bank teller. Completely Muggle. Neither of my brothers can do magic."
She set aside her notebook entirely, and gave both of her hands to scratching the Kneazle's softly furred stomach. "My dad's always joking that I'm his charm, what with me being the third child born. You know that saying? Third time's the charm."
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Delays, I know! I have no excuse.
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Talen
October 05, 2007 8:43 PM
Eh, we all have them by Talen
When Laurie said that was her family, it confirmed Talen’s suspicions, but it hardly mattered. Pureblood values came second on his list, as other matters were more important, such as the value of rules. Of course, by following the rules, he expected quick and effective results, which is probably part of the reason he was a Pecari rather than a Crotalus.While he had let the turn Kodak go, he had to ask, as she insisted on using all these odd words, “What’s a sorority girl?” The only thing he could derive that it had something to do with being female. Muggles really were an oddity to him.
He gave a chuckle over the third time’s a charm. His cousin, Lucie, completely fell into that category. Then, he explained his own family, “I’m an only child. My parents are both pureblood, arranged marriage.” All said as though it were the most normal thing in the world. “I have some cousins that go here too. I’m the second to youngest. Lucie is in the first year.”
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Eh, we all have them
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Laurie
October 06, 2007 4:28 PM
Thanks! by Laurie
Laurie thought for a moment, trying to think of the proper way to explain it. "In Muggle universities, there are select organizations, generally made up of either all males or all females. The male ones are called fraternities, and the female ones are sororities. I'm pretty sure my mom's was Alpha Delta Pi- they're almost always named after Greek letters for whatever reason. It's normally difficult to get into one, you have to spend a lot of time following certain rules and sometimes go through an initiation."Her eyes narrowed at the mentioning of an arranged marriage. The first time someone had mentioned this to her, she could hardly control her shock. Arranged marriages were cultural relics! She was only thankful that her parents were normal- well, she qualified, as normal as most families get anyway. She nodded at the mention of cousins. "Lucky. I'm still fighting homesickness. Never thought I'd miss having my brothers around, as annoying as they can be, but still..." Her voice trailed off, and mentally, she picked herself up, and spun on a smile.
"Next year though, I have two cousins coming here. Or at least, hopefully, they will. One of them keeps threatening to go to the Salem Institute instead, but I think he's just trying to be difficult." Laurie lifted her eyes and scanned between the student bodies to locate her professor. "Does Professor Kijewski want us to turn in our notes?"
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Thanks!
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Talen
October 08, 2007 10:27 PM
No worries by Talen
Talen listened while Laurie explained about fraternities and sororities. It all sounded rather complicated, which only lead to the conclusion that muggles were such. Though, he supposed following rules wasn’t that detrimental, unless of course, one was a rule breaker, which he wasn’t. So, perhaps, if he had been unfortunate enough to been born a muggle, he could have joined one of these so-called fraternities.His eyebrows raised in surprise when she called him lucky. He never considered himself as such. It wasn’t like he was that close to his cousins. They hadn’t grown up together. If anything, the fact that they were at the same school had been their parents’ idea so that they would be able to form bonds. It was especially important given what would follow them after graduating from Sonora. He didn’t know all the details yet. He wouldn’t know for a couple, or even a few, more years.
If he had to say he was close to anyone, it would probably be Lucie, just because they were the youngest. Not to mention, she was one of those people that just made others want to smile. Laurie was kind of like that too, in a different way. He couldn’t really explain what it was, but it was there. Feeling light-hearted for the moment, he gave the younger student a grin for no real reason than to do so. It was nice to have someone to talk to, if only for a moment.
His eyes followed to where hers went, which was the professor. He shook his head in answer to her question. “No, only when we do in-class essays or homework.” Then, almost shyly, as this was all new to him, he asked, “So, uh, what else do you like to do for fun? The library has a lot of interesting books, if you like to read.”
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No worries
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Laurie
October 09, 2007 1:29 PM
I have this urge to watch the Lion King now. by Laurie
The smile tugged on her lips, pulling them into a natural expression. Laurie cradled her notebook to her chest, arms crossed protectively over it. She was struck suddenly by a memory from the previous summer. Her oldest brother, Bryce, had received his driver's license a month prior, and offered to drive the three of them out to Indian Rocks beach- a big tourist spot, but still a gorgeous swimming beach. Bryce had been his typical irresponsible self, letting Laurie and Tim play with the radio, open the windows, and rough house in the back seat. At one point though in the hour long drive, Tim had accidentally smashed her fingers in the window, and she had cried, convinced that he had broken something, and terrified because her hand just hurt all over. Bryce had pulled the car over, jerking across three lanes of traffic, horns honking after him angrily, and ever so gently checked over her hand. Laurie had always known that her brother loved her- they were family after all- but the care with which he inspected her fingers left her feeling protected. Later on when Tim bought her an otter pop from a beach stand, she accepted his apology. And things were right again.That experience was how she defined family. The easy love, and easy forgiveness- it was the only kind of family feeling she knew. Being away from home, though, was opening her eyes to something she had missed before. Laurie hadn't noticed how lonely people were. Because of that cocoon of comfort she had at home, she never realized that that stiffness some children carried, that brittle kind of plastic expression some tried to pass off as grins- that was loneliness. Her young mind didn't have the proper words for it yet, just a vague kind of feeling. Talen was giving her that feeling, and his smile reminded her strangely of her brothers.
"So, uh, what else do you like to do for fun? The library has a lot of interesting books, if you like to read."
Her eyes widened in consideration. "For fun? You know, that's hard to specify. I like making up things, you know, ideas and stories and such. I love mysteries, though. I'm addicted to mystery series; for my seventh birthday, my parents gave me the first volume set for Nancy Drew, and I've been hooked ever since." She grinned, her cheeks lifting impishly. "Yeah, I know, they're cheesy, but they're comfort reads."
She squinted skywards, her nose wrinkling slightly at the glare. "I guess I tend to stay busy; it's going to be weird not having all my after school things. I did swimming, tennis, and softball. . .however, I think I'm starting to get why everyone here has the Quidditch fever. It's a pretty neat sport, and flying. . ." Her voice trailed off, her thoughts remembering that exhilirating feeling of being weightless and boundless. "Well, flying's not bad."
"But what about you, Talen?" Laurie turned on him, giving him her full attention. "You're a second year, right? What do you do to get away from things?"
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I have this urge to watch the Lion King now.
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