Evelyn Stones
November 23, 2020 4:17 PM
I am such responsible. [Tag Anya] by Evelyn Stones
Evelyn hadn't really thought much about the fact that she was a prefect and should probably check on the younger Pecaris. Like, she'd thought about it but not in terms of an intentional thing that she should go out of her way to do when confronted with information that made someone especially in need of check-ins. She was pretty sure that spoke of a failure as a leader on her part, but she tried to give herself some grace; potential neglect and abuse weren't issues she always thought about as things that should be brought up to the authorities, although she really ought to. She understood a survival instinct that was based in denial and the fear that came with a chain of events no longer within your control. That being said, she also wanted to recognize that maybe she was projecting. Nothing Anya had said had necessarily suggested anything horrible was happening at home, although Evelyn didn't know whether she was exactly comfortable saying that her mother sounded like a good mom either.Evelyn usually spent some time hanging out in the Common Room as she knew she wasn't around Pecari that much otherwise. Since Parker left, she didn't really have anyone she was close to in Pecari for the most part. Instead, she spent most meals at the Aladren table and most of her free time was spent outside or in the library. As a result, since she was pretty sure she needed to not be a terrible prefect, she carved out time to be in the Common Room. It helped that she had homework to work on anyway and she could occupy her time this way. Heinrich and Ness were both ridiculously good at focusing on the schoolwork even when she found other things much more interesting, but it was for the best in some ways.
When Anya did appear, Evelyn waved to her with a friendly smile. "Hey," she called, waiting as Anya approached. "How's the term been so far?" she asked. "You can sit if you want. I feel like I'm being weirdly formal now? But I just wanted to say hi and see how you're doing. I was . . . worried? After we talked in the maze last year."
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Anya Delachene
November 27, 2020 2:32 PM
I'm good, really by Anya Delachene
Anya was mildly surprised when Evelyn called out to her, but she headed over toward the older girl readily. "Hey, back atcha," she grinned. They were on the quidditch team together, and there had been that conversation at the fair last year. Anya kinda regretted saying so much, but it had also been good to talk about, so while she was glad they'd talked, she kind of also hoped Evelyn had forgot all about it.As it turned out, Evelyn had not.
Anya plopped down onto one of the couches, sprawling out over as much of it as her lack of height allowed, which ought to disperse any lingering formality Evelyn might still be feeling from her choice of words. She shifted around, drapping her knees up over the back, and letting her head hang down toward the floor. "Does that solve the formality problem?" she grinned, forcing a levity she didn't entirely feel.
"But really, you don't have to worry about me," she promised. "I had fun doing gymnastics and flying our horses and climbing the rocks around our ranch this summer. Me and mom fought a bunch, like we always do when we're living in the same house, but it wasn't any worse than normal, and I had tons of fun when she wasn't around, and since we both avoid each other as much as we can . . . that was most of time. And I think Philippe talked to Dad about stuff, and he made more of an effort than he normally does to hang out with me, so that was kinda cool."
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Evelyn Stones
November 29, 2020 4:51 PM
Words are hard. by Evelyn Stones
Evelyn grinned at Anya's Anya-ness and wished that she were sitting somewhere where copying the pose would be more comfortable to do. Of course, that might be weird too, so she just settled for sitting back some and folding her legs up criss-cross on the seat. "It does help," she admitted, laughing. "I feel like such a dork sometimes, so I'm glad it didn't scare you off."Her smile continued into Anya's description of her summer, which sounded super amazing. "Dang," she said appreciatively. "That's awesome. I used to climb a lot when I lived in Oregon, we lived by the ocean so I'd go out and climb on the rocks and stuff, and climb trees a lot, but there's not as much to climb in Vermont. At least, not where I live now. I'm sure there are trees in Vermont in general." She wrinkled her nose, realizing how much of her new homestate she really hadn't seen and maybe never would. Mentally adding some camping trips to her bucket list, she continued: "I guess maybe 'worried' was the wrong word, 'cause like . . . you're used to it. You get used to it and it's just normal family stuff at some point. That doesn't mean it doesn't suck sometimes though, and I know how much it meant to me when people checked in on me, so I wanted to check in on you. You and your mom fought?" she confirmed, pulling an expression that said she got it and it stank but she wasn't about to call child welfare for it. Well, hopefully that's what it said. "I'm glad you had fun the rest of the time at least. I always used to try to get away from my house as much as possible for kinda the same reason." Kinda very different reasons, but that wasn't the point of the conversation, and there were sometimes similar reasons, so it was true.
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