28 Aug 2022, 16:59
You like the silence, right?
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● @Anastasia Varney ● @Peter Campbell ● @Astoria Swann |
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I had been there for two full days. And of course, I was bored. I wanted to go home. But what would I do at home? Probably the same as here. But at home. In my room. In my mansion. In my land. On my island. Technically it is not my island but there are so few people living there that I sometimes forget that it is inhabited by someone other than my family. But for the rest, my father’s will is clear. The land and the mansion belong to both my mother and me.Really, what would I have done at home? I would have read. I would have cooked. I would have locked myself for hours in the huge kitchen to come out with a full meal - appetizer, starter, main course, dessert, fruit. Or I’d just sit on a tree branch, thinking about a lot of things.
Instead of all these incredible things, I find myself in a Quidditch stadium, surrounded by hundreds of teenagers, all noisier than each other. According to the program, today was Prank War. To avoid this massacre, I decided to take books, cushions, a package of marshmallows, a sketchbook, pencils and go sit in the bleachers. So I could silently mock the prankers, read, eat or draw. And this will be the major part of this month of August. Before I moved in, I picked up a Lavender Berry Refresher. The other drink was strawberries and I was allergic to them.
Once I had settled in, I had the idea of drawing the Stadium when I had just settled in the bleachers and redesigning the same Stadium, from the same angle, tonight. That would allow me to see what the Prank War will do to the various participating tents. I just wanted to make a sketch because I didn’t have time to be realistic and I found that the sketches had a certain charm. So, after about ten minutes, I had my sketch and I was quite happy with it. Then I took out my watercolor box to add a little color. That’s where I saw someone climb the bleachers. Peter. With a smile on my face, I put down my watercolor box and my sketchbook. My cousin approached me and sat next to me.
— It’s really just you sitting in the bleachers while everyone’s having fun down there.
— Yeah, well I’m having fun here!
— What are you drawing?
— There’s the Prank Wars today, you know?
— Yeah?
—Well, I’m drawing the stadium as I see it now, and hopefully there’ll be one or two fires. I’m kidding. Nah, basically I’m gonna redesign the stadium tonight and see what about 50 teens with magic wands can do to mess with each other.
— Cool!
— What about you? What are you going to do today?
— Not much. There are only two of us in the Prank War tent so we didn’t register. But I thought I’d do nothing. Maybe painting?
— Do you want to stay here? There are lots of things to draw from here!
That was true. From here, the noise was much lower and we could see the many tents with different themes. We also saw people walking from tents to tents, alone or in groups. There was also the sky. Birds and planes passed from time to time.
— No, there are two or three things in my tent that I want to paint.
— Okay. Have a good day then!
— You too! I’ll be back with lunch?
— Yeah! Sure!
As Peter got up and walked away, another person started to climb the bleachers. So I wasn’t the only one not having fun down there.
| Anastasia Blackwood-Varney Mors irrumat omnia |
29 Aug 2022, 16:22
You like the silence, right?
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03/08/2022 10:50 @Anastasia Varney |
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Yesterday I made a shocking discovery. Eloise, my cousin, my best friend since I was born, was friends with Muggleborns. I'm not rude so I wouldn't call them M*dblood. But still, my cousin. My mother's sister's daughter. Henriette told me this last night and I had a chance to check. It was true. My sister of hearts, friends with Muggleborns. I didn't talk to her all evening and I avoided her this morning. I was glad she had friends, logically. But that they were mostly Muggle-born, I couldn't accept that. And I didn't want to argue with Elo because I could see that she's not in the mood for it at the moment.I had a quick breakfast, before thinking about what I would do with my day if I didn't spend it with Eloise. Today's activities were noisy by default: Prank War. So it would be noise and commotion all over the stadium. And I didn't want to spend a day doing nothing, in the middle of almost general agitation.
I was going to finish my summer homework. And start reading my new manuals. I was entering my third year and would start some new subjects. But I wouldn't be working in my tent. No, thank you. There were only three of us in the tent but one was a muggleborn and one was a first year. I didn't want to spend the day in their presence. I thought about sitting somewhere in the grass but I liked my dress too much for that. And it was too sunny. The stands were more shaded. The stadium was huge but - don't ask me why - I decided to sit not too far from the only person who had the same idea as me. I couldn't really see who it was, but she had settled in well. With my bag in one hand and Hydra wrapped around my arm, I started to walk up the stairs as a boy came down.
When I reached the girl, I remembered that I had seen her several times in the library the previous year. She was a Ravenclaw but I couldn't remember her name. Even though I was standing next to her, even though she saw me, the girl did not react. She was doing a watercolour of the stadium and looked up from time to time. "You draw very well!" It was true. I have always found that sketches have much more emotion and impact than well-done drawings, realistic to the millimetre. "I'm Astoria, from Slytherin. And you are... Varney, right?" I had just remembered her name. I was still trying to remember as many people's names as possible because I find introductions a waste of time in general. But Varney is younger than me and she has no reason to know me.
4 Sep 2022, 17:18
You like the silence, right?
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● @Anastasia Varney ● @Astoria Swann |
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I watched the person walk up the stairs of the stands, until I could at least identify them. A girl, with an orange dress. A very nice orange dress, but I would have worn it more in autumn. Deep down I didn't care about this girl, so I went back to my drawing. I took my watercolour box and my brush with a small water container. This brush, one of the best Muggle inventions. Anyway, before I started painting, I tied my hair into a messy bun with my wand.As I painted my sketch, I saw the girl approach me. Why was she coming this way when the rest of the stadium was empty. If she wanted to talk to people she could have just gone to the students on the ground.
— You draw very well!
Without taking my eyes off my sketch, I say thank you in a neutral tone. Although I must admit that her remark was quite nice. I wasn't exceptionally talented, but I had a few years of experience. Since I was a little girl, I had been sketching, drawing and painting with my mother.
— I'm Astoria, from Slytherin. And you are... Varney, right?
Now I really have to hold back a smile. Finally someone who knows my name. After all, even though my name is a bit long, it's pretty easy to remember. Anastasia Varney. It's not complicated. Although, I must admit that it can be a bit tricky to remember my name as I'm not very talkative. I look up at Astoria and it's true that I could have recognized her. I give her a smile the one on the outfit picture and answer:
— Yeah, Anastasia. Congratulations, you're the first one to remember my name out of all the people I met this year.
I smile again and look back at my sketch. Something is missing. I have placed the colours I wanted and they are almost dry. When it's dry, I'll add little humans with my black pen. And maybe a cat or two as there are quite a few.
— By the way I like your dress. It looks good on you.
I close my watercolour box and put my sketch on the seat next to it. I put my drawing stuff away and take out my second year Charms book.
| Anastasia Blackwood-Varney Mors irrumat omnia |
13 Sep 2022, 17:19
You like the silence, right?
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03/08/2022 10:55 @Anastasia Varney |
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Varney looked up and gave what I would consider a false and ironic smile. Does she still look sick or is she just sick in the middle of summer? "Yeah, Anastasia. Congratulations, you're the first one to remember my name out of all the people I met this year." Anastasia. I was pretty sure I remembered her name. But I didn't want to say anything stupid so I didn't. "They just have no memory. But I'm flattered to be the first to remember your name. A cool name, though." The girl smiled again, the same wry smile, and looked down at her drawing again.Anastasia seems to be a bit like me, open to people she knows. I saw her talking happily to the boy from earlier. But now she doesn't seem to want to talk or anything. I totally understand, being an introvert myself, I love spending time alone. I love doing nothing. And that nothing is something: it's nothing. Anyway, I had noticed that Anastasia was quite sad at the moment, at Hogwarts. Yes, I notice a lot of useful or not useful things about people.
And I thought maybe she wanted to talk. Personally, even though I tend to keep everything to myself, sometimes I need to tell someone about it. Often it's Elo that I talk to. "By the way I like your dress. It looks good on you." I smile and decide I can sit next to Anastasia. I still leave a space between us because I know about social barriers. "Thank you! I like your jacket too."
7 Oct 2022, 19:15
You like the silence, right?
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● @Anastasia Varney ● @Astoria Swann |
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Sitting cross-legged with my Charms book open on my lap, I try to ignore Astoria who seems determined to stay there. I start on the first page and the Slytherin sits two seats away from me. At least she knows a modicum of politeness.— Thank you! I like your jacket too.
— Thank you!
My tone of voice was unbearably cheesy and high-pitched. Completely on purpose. Astoria decided to stay, so let's continue the hypocritical conversation. From what I've seen this year and over the past three long, annoying days, the girl is not the most popular here. She is almost unknown. I turn my head towards her and give her my best hypocritical bitch smile, making it clear that I'm doing this because she's pissing me off.
— So, Astoria. You're entering the third year, right? You should know people. Why do you stick with the antisocial second year who always looks sick? I'm sure you have friends.
It was a dig, designed to throw her off balance. I really wanted to know what she was going to say. Yes, I'm introverted, associative and whatever. And it's been at least a year and a half since anyone made me laugh. But Astoria really seems to want to sympathize with me, so I'm going to make her sympathize with the hypocrite bitch me. Why? Because it's funny. And my mum told me to make friends.
| Anastasia Blackwood-Varney Mors irrumat omnia |
9 Oct 2022, 11:35
You like the silence, right?
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03/08/2022 10:59 @Anastasia Varney |
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Anastasia turned to me and gave me a smile I wasn't really expecting. "So, Astoria. You're entering the third year, right? You should know people. Why do you stick with the antisocial second year who always looks sick? I'm sure you have friends." I hesitated for half a second whether to laugh or continue the conversation the way the Ravenclaw had started it. Deciding to continue as she had started, I turned slightly to her and said in a slightly grandiloquent tone, "You do look sick. Besides, I don't know why I'm staying here. All my friends who are kind enough not to exist are waiting for me down there." Anastasia was right, I didn't really have any friends. But I didn't really care. I had Eloïse. Who had sort of betrayed the family so I didn't have her either. But if I'd had lots of friends, it would have been hell. Like, having to talk to them and being happy all the time. It makes me want to throw up. But Anastasia seemed different. For one thing, she looked really sick all the time. And she seemed like she was like me, hating having a bunch of friends. I know from experience that having a best friend who is like you and has the same craziness as you is good. And maybe that's what she needs. And so do I.