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Post by jessimyre on Jul 31, 2009 18:56:54 GMT -5
Sydelle immediately appologise for startling her friend. And then, her quick fingers caught a piece of paper before it flew off the roof and she turned it over.
"Wow. Oh wow this is amazing!" she breathed, the picture a perfect sketch of herself on her broom. It was breathtaking.
She then turned to her friend. It was now or never. This was probably the only real chance she'd have to ask Deylani in privacy anyway.
"Deylani, I've been meaning to ask you something. She took a deep breath, and then; "We're friends, right?" she asked, then not waiting for an answer she plunged on.
"I noticed that nobody ever talks about your family, especially you. Every time it comes up you're studying too hard to talk or you change the subject. And I am sorry, I overheard Professor McGonagall talking to Professor Longbottom when I was fetching the Inkpen Inkplant from the staff room last week. You don't have any family, do you"
Again she didn't wait for an answer but kept talking, nervousness making her heart race and her face blush hotly. She didn't dare look at Deylani in case she was getting angry at her.
"I want you to come and stay with me on the holidays. I asked my parents and they said it would be no problem, you can have your own room and everything and I asked Professor McGonagall and she said that if it was alright with you, my parents could take the suitability test to become your foster parents but I had to check with you first and this is the first time I've been able to get you on your own..." her voice trailed off and finally Sydelle looked at Deylani to guage her reaction.
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Post by twilightblade on Sept 23, 2009 18:12:25 GMT -5
Deylani swallowed hard and stared back at Sydelle. Her legs were weak all of a sudden, and her breath couldn't seem to work it's way out of her tight chest. This was...so much more than she'd ever hoped for. As Sydelle at last turned back, Deylani pulled herself to her feet and wrapped her friend in a hug, pressing her cheek into Sydelle's hair in a futile attempt to hold the tears back.
She'd just been blundering along all this time, not even seeing the good friends who were right in front of her even while growing to like them more and more. Now that she let herself really look at all the fears she had been hiding from herself, it was as if some great tension was taken from her. She could breathe easily for the first time in months, not having to wonder if today would be the day someone decided to "do something" about her living situation.
"Thank you...Sydelle," she whispered, still holding tight to her friend.
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Post by jessimyre on Sept 24, 2009 4:13:49 GMT -5
Sydelle returned Deylani's fierce hug - relieved her friend didn't think she was prying on her personal life. She felt Deylani shudder and just hugged her until her friend was ready to face her again. She could see that Deylani was trying very hard not to cry so Sydelle tactfully looked away and sank down to sit on the rooftop, drawing her friend down too so they were both comfortable and less likely to be blown off the roof.
"You'll really like my parents, they're the best even if they are muggles." Sydelle told Deylani. "And your room is the smallest of the house I am afraid but it looks right over the garden and its really pretty."
Shortly after that a reddish blur whizzed past them and then slowed down, it sailed back again and Sydelle could see that it was Teddy, wondering why the girls were on the roof of the Gryffindor tower. Sydelle smiled up at him, shading her eyes against the sun.
"I've just seen the most amazing thing!" Teddy said excitedly, "You've got to come down and see!"
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Post by twilightblade on Oct 8, 2009 0:02:43 GMT -5
Deylani had dived for her notes again as Teddy whipped past, glad for the diversion to cover up her coimplete lack of words. A room of her own? And, hopefully, <i>normal</i> people who knew what living as a 'muggle' was like? Not that <i> she</i> was all that 'normal', or that magical families were bad, but it would be nice to be not so strange for a while. Even at Hogwartz she was a bit off. She wasn't sure, but there didn't seem to be too many others--any others?--who came from a half-and-half heritage, magically speaking. Most were all muggle or all magical.
She caught the last of her pictures and notes, shaking away the too familiar thoughts and looked up with Sydelle, squinting into the sunlight as Teddy practically bounced on his broom.
"I've just seen the most <i>amazing</i> thing! You've got to come down and see!"
Deylani pulled her notes and the remaining pictures in closer to her chest--Sydelle still held one--and brushed a hand across her eyes to clear her sun and tear-blurred vision. "What?" She looked from Sydelle's broom still lying on the roof to Teddy still hovering in mid-air on his, and shook her head. "Sure, Teddy. Where is it? I'll climb down and meet you two there, since you've got the brooms."
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Post by jessimyre on Oct 11, 2009 18:33:45 GMT -5
"Come on mine, it'll carry two!" Teddy replied impatiently.
"Get a move on, or we'll have missed it!" he said impatiently, his whole face alight with excitement.
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Post by twilightblade on Oct 16, 2009 2:43:46 GMT -5
Deylani hesitated for a moment then slid her notes into her case and carefully climbed on behind Teddy and taking a firm grip aroud his waist with one arm. "Ready!"
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Post by jessimyre on Oct 17, 2009 3:00:46 GMT -5
Teddy rode much more carefully with his friend on the back. Besides, the school broom was slower with the extra weight of a passenger. He turned and flew back the way he'd just come, with Sydelle beside them, very curious.
"What is it?" she asked, Teddy just grinned and flew on. He took them down to the Quidditch pitch where, from a distance, they could see several tiny figures on it.
Drawing closer, Sydelle was just as puzzled. She didn't recognise a single person there except for Madam Hooch, their flying instructor and Quidditch coach. Teddy was heading right for the group though.
As they approached and dismounted the brooms Teddy drew the girls after him toward the group. Madam Hooch was dwarfed by a tall red haired man. Another man wearing glasses turned and smiled at them with twinkling green eyes, and a third figure turned out to be a woman, young and slender with a shock of ash blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.
"Uncle Harry!" Teddy cried and fell into his godfather's embrace. Sydelle stood shyly outside the group for a moment. The tall red haired man ruffled Teddy's hair affectionately. "All right Teddy?" he asked. "Great, Uncle Ron!" he answered.
It hit Sydelle like a thunderclap as Teddy's 'Uncle Harry' turned toward her to say hello. She was standing in the presence of the great Harry Potter and the equally famous Ron Weasly.
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Post by twilightblade on Jun 24, 2010 0:33:36 GMT -5
Deylani, for the second time in just five minutes, couldn't seem to breathe. So what if she knew only bits and pieces about the War, no one in the wizarding world had escaped knowing about those two wizards and one witch. Harry, Ron and Hermione.
How often had she heard of them, even on the streets of the “Muggle” world? And how often had her father warned her never to get near them, as if they held some great, unimaginable danger for her? She had never understood that after she knew who they were and what they’d done against the Dark Lord. What danger could they possibly have? She was only thirteen and had never done anything that might attract attention in this world. Playing with brooms could never mean anything.
But still, here they were, right in front of her, and all the old fears that had come with her father’s warnings came welling up. She wanted to run away, but her legs wouldn’t move, and she still couldn’t seem to breathe. Harry Potter was turning toward them, and beside her Sydelle was clearly stunned and excited. Maybe her own white face could be put down to surprise and nervousness? There was a warm smile on his face, and his green eyes were sparkling as if inviting her to join him on a secret joke, and the tightness in her chest eased enough for her to force some air into her lungs and prepare to return his greeting.
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