18 Jul 2018, 19:46
Apologies
Amaya examined the bright doors of the library, once so welcoming. Now they whispered of doom. Dread. Caution.
Amaya tentatively stepped in, breathing deeply, words flashing in her head, as she tried to assemble some sort of apology. It didn’t work.
I’ll just... Say it.
Amaya nodded to herself, walking through the entrance of the large library, once so warm and inviting, now larger then large, cold and unfamiliar.
She gave a small glance at the shelves, and decided that she’d find some books to read, and wait until Mae arrived. She was quite certain this would be the first place Mae would go too, as she had seemed as bookish as Amaya. Well, when Amaya was reading about Potions...
Amaya breathed deeply, dodging students with ease, and searched for some more Potions books. She loved Potions with all her heart, as there was just something beautiful about it.
She gave a small, wary glance at the door, a omnimois, queer feeling flitting about the place, and breathed again. Yes, she’d be alright.
Grabbing a few books, one about the ingredients, one on famous Potions Masters, and one on the more advanced, fifth year Potions, as well as typical Potions theory, she hugged it close to her, scanning around for a table, before plopping down on a cushioned seat, and beginning to read. The familiarity of the subject soothed her, and she began to dive deeper into the book. Yes, this she could do.
She knew that she’d forgotten to bring some parchment, ink, and quills, but she had a fairly good memory, so she thought she’d be fine. After all, she could always reread to find some spots. She wrinkled her nose when she found that a page had been folded. She hated when people bookmarked things like that; she felt that it damaged the book.
She smiled. She thought she’d be fine, but...
She didn’t know how Mae would react. ‘Tis the problem...
Amaya tentatively stepped in, breathing deeply, words flashing in her head, as she tried to assemble some sort of apology. It didn’t work.
I’ll just... Say it.
Amaya nodded to herself, walking through the entrance of the large library, once so warm and inviting, now larger then large, cold and unfamiliar.
She gave a small glance at the shelves, and decided that she’d find some books to read, and wait until Mae arrived. She was quite certain this would be the first place Mae would go too, as she had seemed as bookish as Amaya. Well, when Amaya was reading about Potions...
Amaya breathed deeply, dodging students with ease, and searched for some more Potions books. She loved Potions with all her heart, as there was just something beautiful about it.
She gave a small, wary glance at the door, a omnimois, queer feeling flitting about the place, and breathed again. Yes, she’d be alright.
Grabbing a few books, one about the ingredients, one on famous Potions Masters, and one on the more advanced, fifth year Potions, as well as typical Potions theory, she hugged it close to her, scanning around for a table, before plopping down on a cushioned seat, and beginning to read. The familiarity of the subject soothed her, and she began to dive deeper into the book. Yes, this she could do.
She knew that she’d forgotten to bring some parchment, ink, and quills, but she had a fairly good memory, so she thought she’d be fine. After all, she could always reread to find some spots. She wrinkled her nose when she found that a page had been folded. She hated when people bookmarked things like that; she felt that it damaged the book.
She smiled. She thought she’d be fine, but...
She didn’t know how Mae would react. ‘Tis the problem...
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Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
19 Jul 2018, 14:21
Apologies
I had stopped by my dorm after all, to grab Moby Dick so I could return it. Stepping out of my dorm, right next to owlery, I head a terrible screeching sound, and stopped by to see what had happened. Two owls were fighting over a letter entitled to me, from Amaya.
Shooing the birds away, I picked it up, and read through it,
Mae...
I’m so sorry. Please, if you ever trusted me, give me a chance and visit me at the library, whenever you wake up or feel up to it... hopefully in the morning.
Please. Give me a chance, and meet me there.
Your friend (maybe? Hopefully...)
Amaya
I could've just gone to my dorm and went to sleep early...
But I wasn't one to abandon friendship like that.
With a deep sigh, I traveled down to the library on the fourth floor, and found Amaya burrowing into a pile of Potions books in a cushioned chair.
"Hey," I half-choked.
That was the only thing I would say right now.
She needed to apologize.
Oh, well I'm a bad friend because I didn't chase after her? Call after her?
In my experience, if you don't give people space, they will push you away to get it. I didn't want that.
Reducio
OOC: She actually did send me an owl, just so you know I'm not controlling her character
Shooing the birds away, I picked it up, and read through it,
Mae...
I’m so sorry. Please, if you ever trusted me, give me a chance and visit me at the library, whenever you wake up or feel up to it... hopefully in the morning.
Please. Give me a chance, and meet me there.
Your friend (maybe? Hopefully...)
Amaya
I could've just gone to my dorm and went to sleep early...
But I wasn't one to abandon friendship like that.
With a deep sigh, I traveled down to the library on the fourth floor, and found Amaya burrowing into a pile of Potions books in a cushioned chair.
"Hey," I half-choked.
That was the only thing I would say right now.
She needed to apologize.
Oh, well I'm a bad friend because I didn't chase after her? Call after her?
In my experience, if you don't give people space, they will push you away to get it. I didn't want that.
Mae E. Reeds
19 Jul 2018, 14:34
Apologies
“Hey." The sound of it brought Amaya "back to reality", effectively shaking out of her Potions daze, causing her to pause.
Amaya turned around sharply. Mae. She watched her for a long moment, at a lost for words, before quickly scrambling to apologize.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I just...”
Amaya couldn’t say anymore. Then she looked back up, raising her head a little higher, and making herself more dignified.
“First of all, let’s get things straight. I don’t hate you because you’re a half-blood, I could care less. Second of all, I’m sorry I ran straight out, and it’s not because of you, it’s because I remembered something from my past. Now sorry, but don’t expect me to spill my life story to you, and it’s not because of you, it’s simply because... I don’t know you that well. Yes, we ar- were friends, but that doesn’t exactly make me more open. Sorry, but that’s just not how it works for me,” Amaya clarified. “And... Mae, I’m really sorry... I hope you can forgive me.”
Amaya wasn’t good at apologies, she had to admit, but she hoped that Mae could hear the sincerity in her voice, because she didn’t want to lose her friend. She watched Mae for a long moment, waiting for any sign of acknowledgement. She knew it didn't sound as good as she could have made it on paper; Amaya had always been a awkward person. That was why she gravitated to Writing so strongly, a way to voice herself without speaking, in a way.
Amaya turned around sharply. Mae. She watched her for a long moment, at a lost for words, before quickly scrambling to apologize.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I just...”
Amaya couldn’t say anymore. Then she looked back up, raising her head a little higher, and making herself more dignified.
“First of all, let’s get things straight. I don’t hate you because you’re a half-blood, I could care less. Second of all, I’m sorry I ran straight out, and it’s not because of you, it’s because I remembered something from my past. Now sorry, but don’t expect me to spill my life story to you, and it’s not because of you, it’s simply because... I don’t know you that well. Yes, we ar- were friends, but that doesn’t exactly make me more open. Sorry, but that’s just not how it works for me,” Amaya clarified. “And... Mae, I’m really sorry... I hope you can forgive me.”
Amaya wasn’t good at apologies, she had to admit, but she hoped that Mae could hear the sincerity in her voice, because she didn’t want to lose her friend. She watched Mae for a long moment, waiting for any sign of acknowledgement. She knew it didn't sound as good as she could have made it on paper; Amaya had always been a awkward person. That was why she gravitated to Writing so strongly, a way to voice herself without speaking, in a way.
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Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
19 Jul 2018, 15:09
Apologies
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I just...” Amaya began, seemingly unsure of what to say.
However, gathering herself, she continued,
“First of all, let’s get things straight. I don’t hate you because you’re a half-blood, I could care less. Second of all, I’m sorry I ran straight out, and it’s not because of you, it’s because I remembered something from my past. Now sorry, but don’t expect me to spill my life story to you, and it’s not because of you, it’s simply because... I don’t know you that we’ll. Yes, we ar- we’re friends, but that doesn’t exactly make me more open. Sorry, but that’s just not how it works for me,” Amaya clarified. “And... Mae, I’m really sorry... I hope you can forgive me.”
I sighed. I didn't know what to do. So, I did me.
"Of course you don't hate half-bloods, they're the best!" I laughed, trying to lighten up.
"And I do not expect you to tell me your life story, neither for me to tell you mine."
"And no, I did not go after you, because I though it would be best to give you space."
I then looked right at Amaya, waiting for a reply.
However, gathering herself, she continued,
“First of all, let’s get things straight. I don’t hate you because you’re a half-blood, I could care less. Second of all, I’m sorry I ran straight out, and it’s not because of you, it’s because I remembered something from my past. Now sorry, but don’t expect me to spill my life story to you, and it’s not because of you, it’s simply because... I don’t know you that we’ll. Yes, we ar- we’re friends, but that doesn’t exactly make me more open. Sorry, but that’s just not how it works for me,” Amaya clarified. “And... Mae, I’m really sorry... I hope you can forgive me.”
I sighed. I didn't know what to do. So, I did me.
"Of course you don't hate half-bloods, they're the best!" I laughed, trying to lighten up.
"And I do not expect you to tell me your life story, neither for me to tell you mine."
"And no, I did not go after you, because I though it would be best to give you space."
I then looked right at Amaya, waiting for a reply.
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Mae E. Reeds
19 Jul 2018, 15:20
Apologies
"Of course you don't hate half-bloods, their the best!", Mae laughed. Amaya failed to see the humor in this, and continued to watch Mae.
"And I do not expect you to tell me your life story, neither for me to tell you mine. And no, I did not go after you, because I thought it would be best to give you some space."
Amaya gave Mae a small nod, a miniature nod that spoke of her seriousness.
"Anyways, we had yet to develop our plot. Would you like to continue? I do have more parchment, our ink, and a quill." Amaya didn't speak of how important the quill was, a reminder of her sister. Yes, they weren't close, but her best memories with her family had been with her sister. She tensed up.
Then she breathed, putting on a perfect smile for Mae, a smile to push away her thoughts.
She'd already fallen too deeply into her thoughts once, and she wasn't eager to do it again.
"So who was my character again? Calliope... Something..." Amaya laughed at her own forgetfulness.
"And so we're both purebloods, with one family labeled a 'blood traiter' and one family rumored to have sided with Vol- He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
She felt rediculous saying the words, but didn't comment. She knew Mae would catch her slip, but she didn't care. She had no problem saying his name...
"And I do not expect you to tell me your life story, neither for me to tell you mine. And no, I did not go after you, because I thought it would be best to give you some space."
Amaya gave Mae a small nod, a miniature nod that spoke of her seriousness.
"Anyways, we had yet to develop our plot. Would you like to continue? I do have more parchment, our ink, and a quill." Amaya didn't speak of how important the quill was, a reminder of her sister. Yes, they weren't close, but her best memories with her family had been with her sister. She tensed up.
Then she breathed, putting on a perfect smile for Mae, a smile to push away her thoughts.
She'd already fallen too deeply into her thoughts once, and she wasn't eager to do it again.
"So who was my character again? Calliope... Something..." Amaya laughed at her own forgetfulness.
"And so we're both purebloods, with one family labeled a 'blood traiter' and one family rumored to have sided with Vol- He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
She felt rediculous saying the words, but didn't comment. She knew Mae would catch her slip, but she didn't care. She had no problem saying his name...
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
19 Jul 2018, 15:40
Apologies
Amaya gave Mae a small nod, a miniature nod that spoke of her seriousness.
"Anyways, we had yet to develop our plot. Would you like to continue? I do have more parchment, our ink, and a quill," said Amaya.
"So who was my character again? Calliope... Something..." Amaya laughed at her own forgetfulness.
"And so we're both purebloods, with one family labeled a 'blood traitor' and one family rumored to have sided with Vol- He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
She then flashed me a model smile, all-too-perfect.
I saw through it like it was glass.
"Amaya, if you wanna lie to me, that's fine. Just know that I won't come back after that, no matter how many owls you send. Just know, that you're not the only one with problems. Don't try too hard, that's my advice for you. Don't put on a fake smile."
With that, I left the room, not knowing where I was heading. But, I would not tolerate a fake friend. A friend who wore a mask, a facade. I didn't care if she wasn't perfect, if she had issues. Just mad that she thought she couldn't reveal them in my presence.
"Anyways, we had yet to develop our plot. Would you like to continue? I do have more parchment, our ink, and a quill," said Amaya.
"So who was my character again? Calliope... Something..." Amaya laughed at her own forgetfulness.
"And so we're both purebloods, with one family labeled a 'blood traitor' and one family rumored to have sided with Vol- He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
She then flashed me a model smile, all-too-perfect.
I saw through it like it was glass.
"Amaya, if you wanna lie to me, that's fine. Just know that I won't come back after that, no matter how many owls you send. Just know, that you're not the only one with problems. Don't try too hard, that's my advice for you. Don't put on a fake smile."
With that, I left the room, not knowing where I was heading. But, I would not tolerate a fake friend. A friend who wore a mask, a facade. I didn't care if she wasn't perfect, if she had issues. Just mad that she thought she couldn't reveal them in my presence.
Mae E. Reeds
19 Jul 2018, 15:49
Apologies
"Amaya, if you wanna lie to me, that's fine. Just know that I won't come back after that, no matter how many owls you send. Just know, that you're not the only one with problems. Don't try too hard, that's my advice for you. Don't put on a fake smile." And Mae left.
Amaya didn't care anymore. She'd tried. And Mae had left anyway. Fine.
It didn't matter. She'd hid it all, because she'd wanted to leave it for another day, another time, careful not to break their already fragile friendship.
Gathering all of her stuff, she went to check out her books, and waited until she was sure Mae was gone.
If she didn't care enough, fine. Amaya paused, breathed deeply, and left in the other direction, heading towards the Great Lake. It had become a frequent spot for her, a place to calm her down. The shimmering waters, full of it's soft waves had always called to her. And she was ready to throw the friendship away, if this was what it would always be. Amaya chasing after Mae, apologizing, even though this time, she wasn't going to apologize. This was her, and if Mae couldn't deal with it, then so be it.
Amaya smiled at the library. She had been right, in a way. She supposed that deep down, she had known that this friendship would only end badly.
"Goodbye."
And with that, Amaya disappeared.
Amaya didn't care anymore. She'd tried. And Mae had left anyway. Fine.
It didn't matter. She'd hid it all, because she'd wanted to leave it for another day, another time, careful not to break their already fragile friendship.
Gathering all of her stuff, she went to check out her books, and waited until she was sure Mae was gone.
If she didn't care enough, fine. Amaya paused, breathed deeply, and left in the other direction, heading towards the Great Lake. It had become a frequent spot for her, a place to calm her down. The shimmering waters, full of it's soft waves had always called to her. And she was ready to throw the friendship away, if this was what it would always be. Amaya chasing after Mae, apologizing, even though this time, she wasn't going to apologize. This was her, and if Mae couldn't deal with it, then so be it.
Amaya smiled at the library. She had been right, in a way. She supposed that deep down, she had known that this friendship would only end badly.
"Goodbye."
And with that, Amaya disappeared.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne