16 Jun 2019, 03:56
Self Isolation
Low key, The Black Cauldron is my favorite Disney movie, and its based off The Chronicles of Prydain which happened to be my favorite book series no shade to Harry Potter who's name do you think Illowy's is derived from? lol!
The girl listened curiously. Her home had always been a fairly traditional one. Granted still lived in the city so they had a house phone that was used occasionally, they had regular, simple (perhaps slightly out of date) appliances like a refrigerator and a stove and such. They they never had a television, much less went to see movies. So as he went on trying to explain the fantasies of them, she listened carefully.
The park sounded like it was meant to be a wonderland of some sort. Several of the fairy tale he mentioned she was familiar with. Her mother hadn't been against her reading Muggle book, and they had several classics in the study. She could only imagine the theme park must've been like a fairy tale come to life. It made sense that Muggles would want to indulge in such things, after all, it was the closest thing to magic they'd likely ever know.
It cheered her a bit as he fell into her explanation on Joan. It was nice to know at least one person didn't find the useless information she had picked up through her reading, and found it interesting along side her. Then again, Isaac wasn't a difficult audience to impress. This was all new information to him. It was a strange of a world to him as the Muggle world was to her... even granting she had a longer opportunity to be exposed to it.
His eye lit up again when she assured about her mother's words. Each time that light of genuine excitement appeared in his eyes, it made her stomach flutter, especially knowing she had brought it on in him. An involuntary blush flushed her cheeks rose hearing him call her special, "I don't know about all that. Some people just stick to you, I guess..." she spoke coyly. Frankly, she barely understood how she'd managed to rope Elizabeth and Finn into her circle of friends... she wasn't even sure if she could still call them such, having barely seen them since the ball. The only people who had really stuck at this point were Kyle and her Isaac. She wouldn't complain though.
"Well, for what its worth, I'm really happy to be your friend... would've been nice if we could've just gotten to know each other while just being potions partners and maybe not have been in quite as big of a mess, but still." she chuckled
The thought of having Isaac with her over the summer sparked a new excitement in her the more she thought about it; getting to travel somewhere and explore with him. Knowing Isaac, they'd probably find themselves on some type of unexpected adventure, getting into mischief. Perhaps he'd tell her more about Muggle things and show her what he knew, and she could tell him more of what she knew, "I think we'll have a good time. Mum can be... distant. She doesn't hang around too much, she likes to keep busy doing things, but you'll also get to meet my Nana. She's a lot nicer then m'mum, but she mostly speaks Gaelic." she gave him a bit of a knowing smile, recalling how he'd muttered to himself before in the forest, "Shouldn't be too difficult for you though, yeah?"
The girl listened curiously. Her home had always been a fairly traditional one. Granted still lived in the city so they had a house phone that was used occasionally, they had regular, simple (perhaps slightly out of date) appliances like a refrigerator and a stove and such. They they never had a television, much less went to see movies. So as he went on trying to explain the fantasies of them, she listened carefully.
The park sounded like it was meant to be a wonderland of some sort. Several of the fairy tale he mentioned she was familiar with. Her mother hadn't been against her reading Muggle book, and they had several classics in the study. She could only imagine the theme park must've been like a fairy tale come to life. It made sense that Muggles would want to indulge in such things, after all, it was the closest thing to magic they'd likely ever know.
It cheered her a bit as he fell into her explanation on Joan. It was nice to know at least one person didn't find the useless information she had picked up through her reading, and found it interesting along side her. Then again, Isaac wasn't a difficult audience to impress. This was all new information to him. It was a strange of a world to him as the Muggle world was to her... even granting she had a longer opportunity to be exposed to it.
His eye lit up again when she assured about her mother's words. Each time that light of genuine excitement appeared in his eyes, it made her stomach flutter, especially knowing she had brought it on in him. An involuntary blush flushed her cheeks rose hearing him call her special, "I don't know about all that. Some people just stick to you, I guess..." she spoke coyly. Frankly, she barely understood how she'd managed to rope Elizabeth and Finn into her circle of friends... she wasn't even sure if she could still call them such, having barely seen them since the ball. The only people who had really stuck at this point were Kyle and her Isaac. She wouldn't complain though.
"Well, for what its worth, I'm really happy to be your friend... would've been nice if we could've just gotten to know each other while just being potions partners and maybe not have been in quite as big of a mess, but still." she chuckled
The thought of having Isaac with her over the summer sparked a new excitement in her the more she thought about it; getting to travel somewhere and explore with him. Knowing Isaac, they'd probably find themselves on some type of unexpected adventure, getting into mischief. Perhaps he'd tell her more about Muggle things and show her what he knew, and she could tell him more of what she knew, "I think we'll have a good time. Mum can be... distant. She doesn't hang around too much, she likes to keep busy doing things, but you'll also get to meet my Nana. She's a lot nicer then m'mum, but she mostly speaks Gaelic." she gave him a bit of a knowing smile, recalling how he'd muttered to himself before in the forest, "Shouldn't be too difficult for you though, yeah?"
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
16 Jun 2019, 18:14
Self Isolation
y'know I was always thinking about making a comparison between illowy and eilonwy..@Illowy Magnard
I actually haven't watched The Black Cauldron or read the Chronicles of Prydain yet. It's one of those things on my bucket list of things to do. But I have watched some clips. I loved talking-animal books as a kid honestly. I was one of those terrible cat fans - your books seem so much more //educational?? informative on myth??? lol I'm just laughing
He snorted in a coltish manner, throwing back his head with mirth. "It'd be a disaster, less of one, but could be enough to earn detention. You should've seen the Potions room after the first lesson, and Nagal's face. If we were partners..." he shook his head, imagining a massive explosion, "either everything would go right, or it would go all to pot.""Well, for what its worth, I'm really happy to be your friend... would've been nice if we could've just gotten to know each other while just being potions partners and maybe not have been in quite as big of a mess, but still."
Illowy was downright bashful, with rosy cheeks and a hesitant voice, embarrassed again no doubt. But Isaac meant his words in every way.Thinking about her 'special' friend situation, she spoke coyly. "I don't know about all that. Some people just stick to you, I guess..."
It took a special sort of person to face down the jaws of death, to be driven to her knees, but stay unflinching. Her hand on his shoulder was the only real sensation in a sea of imagined nightmares, anchoring him to life. There was no need for modesty, or for her to underestimate her strength and courage, just because she had so few friends, or because she was in a house with a bad reputation. He was convinced of the basic fact that she was a good person, something he wasn't easily prone to thinking. And so, she deserved trust.
That scratched off the idea of them as a trio. But he understood the feeling of having a closed off parent. Whenever his mam was on the heels of a discovery, she could close herself up in a room for days, spend late nights at work, and be snappish and short. He'd find models of DNA mapped out on the computer, and in an instant, be shoved aside, the scientist terribly afraid that he ruined something. He never took it personally. Calista was really intense on doing what she did to help others."I think we'll have a good time. Mum can be... distant. She doesn't hang around too much, she likes to keep busy doing things, but you'll also get to meet my Nana. She's a lot nicer then m'mum."
Isaac liked what he was hearing so far of her Nana. Hopefully she was the nice and cool sort of Nana, instead of the kind that would squeeze your face, bury you in bone-crushing hugs, and constantly smell of tea. He himself was decidedly scared of both of his grandmothers. His father's mother had icy eyes and a viper's voice, and he could still remember her long-nailed fingers harshly seizing a lock of his hair. She was a witch for certain. Meanwhile, his other grandma was scary in her own right. Between her vulpine smiles, as if she predicted everything you did, and her crazy laugh, he was sure that she was insane too. Worse yet, she had an army of cats in her home.
'Nice' was good. Nice was a much better reassurance than 'interesting' or 'likes to knit' or 'good with hugs.'
His heart pounded in his chest like a trapped bird, and he gave an awkward laugh. Heat rose to his face, right to the tips of his ears. She noticed? But he spoke so quietly that day..!"But she mostly speaks Gaelic." She gave him a bit of a knowing smile, recalling how he'd muttered to himself before in the forest, "Shouldn't be too difficult for you though, yeah?"
"I don't know that much Gaelic. Only the bits and pieces my Mam's told me over the 'ears, mostly when she's cheesed off. Father wants me speaking 'proper' and all, doesn't like it when she teaches me anything like that. Says that there's no point bringing me to grammar school if I'm going to ruin it, speaking an 'undignified language.'"
A part of him even thought that his father was a little jealous. Beth was fluent, his Mam was, and even he could understand a lot, but it was completely unknown to the Englishman. His furtive glances towards his daughter and wife during conversation only made it more obvious.
"But if your Nana can speak a tad of English, then we can get by. Hope she doesn't mind a broken sentence or two."
~standing in the eye of a storm~
strength: 6 | agility: 10 | control: 4 | stamina: 10
17 Jun 2019, 04:51
Self Isolation
10/10 highly recommend. Honestly, the movie is basically the first 2 1/2 book squished together. If they'd kept going with the movies, there would've been a cat the size of a horse! But the books are based loosely off of Welsh mythology. The author was really inspired by it when he was stationed in Wales during WWII.
Maybe it was her own deep seeded insecurities that made her wonder why he seemed to think so highly of her. The word 'special' kept sticking in her mind. Doing what she had done, it hadn't felt like a choice at the time. It felt like instinct, almost primal, that it was the only option. Trying to run, attempting to leave him on his own... it wasn't that it felt wrong, it simply felt unrealistic. Like more harm, more suffering, would come if she didn't try to help. Or maybe she had some sort of death wish she didn't realize yet. Just as well, Illowy rarely thought a lot of herself. If she did, would she be constantly trying to improve herself? She didn't see herself as a great witch, so she studied. Nor a great artist, violinist or dancer, so she practiced. Certainly she didn't see herself as a terribly good candidate for a friend or even casual company, but perhaps Isaac was her chance to prove she could be.
Involuntarily, Illowy made a bit of a face when Isaac explained that his father thought of the language as 'improper' and 'undignified'. She huffed a little, "Well, I think that's the silliest thing I've ever heard." she decided, along with mentally deciding she wasn't the biggest fan of his father, but that seemed like information one kept to one's self, "Nana knows enough English, its just not fantastic. I don't think it'll be too much of a problem." she assured.
The child wondered now about his father. Father's weren't something that crossed her mind often, at least not since she was small. When she was younger, she tried to ask her mother about her father, but it rarely led anywhere. To the best of her knowledge, he was there, and then one day he left. Her mother never specified when or why. Her mother then instilled the understanding that she shouldn't worry about it, because it made no difference. Though she lacked a father, she still had more then enough love around her, and that it was important to focus on the people who stick in your life then the people who don't. That might've been a way to explain why Illowy found no need to try to collect friends, to try to cozy up to people or fit in in any orthodox manner. She already had people in her life that she loved and that loved her; and it seemed like her mother's words were holding true, that the people who are meant to be in your life, will stay. What reason did the young Slytherin have to question such logic?
Maybe it was her own deep seeded insecurities that made her wonder why he seemed to think so highly of her. The word 'special' kept sticking in her mind. Doing what she had done, it hadn't felt like a choice at the time. It felt like instinct, almost primal, that it was the only option. Trying to run, attempting to leave him on his own... it wasn't that it felt wrong, it simply felt unrealistic. Like more harm, more suffering, would come if she didn't try to help. Or maybe she had some sort of death wish she didn't realize yet. Just as well, Illowy rarely thought a lot of herself. If she did, would she be constantly trying to improve herself? She didn't see herself as a great witch, so she studied. Nor a great artist, violinist or dancer, so she practiced. Certainly she didn't see herself as a terribly good candidate for a friend or even casual company, but perhaps Isaac was her chance to prove she could be.
Involuntarily, Illowy made a bit of a face when Isaac explained that his father thought of the language as 'improper' and 'undignified'. She huffed a little, "Well, I think that's the silliest thing I've ever heard." she decided, along with mentally deciding she wasn't the biggest fan of his father, but that seemed like information one kept to one's self, "Nana knows enough English, its just not fantastic. I don't think it'll be too much of a problem." she assured.
The child wondered now about his father. Father's weren't something that crossed her mind often, at least not since she was small. When she was younger, she tried to ask her mother about her father, but it rarely led anywhere. To the best of her knowledge, he was there, and then one day he left. Her mother never specified when or why. Her mother then instilled the understanding that she shouldn't worry about it, because it made no difference. Though she lacked a father, she still had more then enough love around her, and that it was important to focus on the people who stick in your life then the people who don't. That might've been a way to explain why Illowy found no need to try to collect friends, to try to cozy up to people or fit in in any orthodox manner. She already had people in her life that she loved and that loved her; and it seemed like her mother's words were holding true, that the people who are meant to be in your life, will stay. What reason did the young Slytherin have to question such logic?
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
17 Jun 2019, 22:55
Self Isolation
@Illowy Magnard"It is," he insisted unexpectedly. "I told him it was bollocks, but he said that I was being a disrespectful twit." Hearing it out loud only made the thought more convincing. He didn't have the best opinion of his Father's ideas and practices, especially since they seemed so cold and peculiar to his mind."Well, I think that's the silliest thing I've ever heard." she decided, along with mentally deciding she wasn't the biggest fan of his father, but that seemed like information one kept to one's self.
The dislike was mutual it seemed. Richard tended to talk to his daughter much more often than his son, and most of the time, all Isaac got was criticism. 'Tuck in your shirt,' or 'you're staying in your room for a month because of your last detention,' or worse yet, taking away his prized stones or favorite telescope. All of this had solidified into an icy resentment between them that never seemed to thaw, expressed with glares, defiance, and heated remarks.
He thought it would be even more fun if her Nana didn't know much English. She could make the most hilarious mistakes, and he'd help her. And for Gaelic, it'd be the other way around. Isaac was used to correcting his Mam here and there with English, and it put him at ease to know that he and Illowy's grandmother would both be learning something new."Nana knows enough English, its just not fantastic. I don't think it'll be too much of a problem." she assured.
Considering that her grandmother was going with them, he found the chances growing slim for an intergalactic time-travel adventure. But he might as well ask, considering that it was still possible. She could've been a courageous old lady, like the Iron Nun he had seen on TV once. That woman had done an entire obstacle course.
"So," he started, casting an intrigued glance towards her. "Have you ever traveled through time? What was it like?"
It was a simple question, an easy one to test the waters. If she answered no, then he'd know the disappointing truth: time travel was no longer an option. But if she said yes, it'd open a world of opportunity. Either way, he was anxious to figure out if what he knew about wizards was true - that they could do time-magic.
~standing in the eye of a storm~
strength: 6 | agility: 10 | control: 4 | stamina: 10
20 Jun 2019, 22:00
Self Isolation
Illowy was more then happy to agree on that front, and she couldn't have put it better herself. However, she hardly felt that what Isaac said constituted being called a 'disrespectful twit'. Then again, she also would have never dared to use a word as strong as 'bollocks' around her mother. That was possibly where they most differed. Illowy had no fear in using strong language when it suited the moment; justifying that sometimes 'oh goodness' simply didn't proclaim the same urgency as 'bloody hell' and the like.
Her mother, however, felt that strong, foul language was a testament to one being unable to find more proper words to express how one felt with the same amount of vigor a strong word might; Illowy thought that was a load of horse shite. All the same, she respected her mother too much to go against her wishes on how to be spoken to. The way Isaac spoke about his father's comments, it made her wonder if they always disagreed like that, or if it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Then came his question.
Her mother, however, felt that strong, foul language was a testament to one being unable to find more proper words to express how one felt with the same amount of vigor a strong word might; Illowy thought that was a load of horse shite. All the same, she respected her mother too much to go against her wishes on how to be spoken to. The way Isaac spoke about his father's comments, it made her wonder if they always disagreed like that, or if it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Then came his question.
The girl simply looked at him blankly for a moment, trying to figure how if he was serious or not; though his express gave no indication that he was even joking slightly. Without being able to help herself, the girl covered her mouth with her hand, giggling a little, "There's limits to time travel, even for witches and wizards, Isaac." she explained, "I mean, it is possible, but the furthest someone can go back is just a few hours. At least, that's the furthest back you can go safely." she explained, "I mean, once a witch managed to travel back, like, 500 years or something, but then she got stuck there for days, and when she finally got back, a few day after she died." the girl explained, "But also, the Ministry is really strict about it because it doesn't take a whole lot to completely change the course of time. Even simply meeting someone could completely change the course of their life and in turn change our time." she explained."So," he started, casting an intrigued glance towards her. "Have you ever traveled through time? What was it like?"
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.