2 Jul 2022, 23:09
A state of mind
OOC Note: I do not share the same views and opinions as Charles, the writer for Eliza is awesome
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A little over a week left in the year before the summer holiday. Classes were through for the day. Charles changed from the uniform for some more casual clothes, roaming the halls. Looking for someone. For one Elizaveta Mikhailov. A year younger. The third year should be about somewhere he thought...
The teen hadn't asked for her name.not reslly caring who the girl was in their prior meeting but his elder brother; Andrew have pointed her out to him a few mornings ago. Informing- reminding him that she and her brothers were who they use to play with when they lived in russia.
Charles's mind allowed him to cover up his time in Russia. A blank few years for him. Not remembering or recalling any memories or faces of the time even when his brother told him... it wasn't until the photos that Andrew showed him of their childhood spent in Russia.... Charles questioned how come his brother was telling him this.
Andrew answer was simple. 'Do what the fourth years do and what the seventh years tell you but also find someone to talk with'. Charles thought he meant his own friends.... the ones who annoyed and enjoyed taking swings at Charles.
The teen thought over the advice of his brother. Perhaps..... he thought he didn't need anyone, at least at school but if he does then he has his quidditch team.... right? The teen walked through the hall, hands by his side as his mind thought it over. Does he have anyone... anyone to talk to? To confide in? To share with? To laugh? At school.... that isn't a letter away...
He thought he didn't need them. He was- is better off alone... right? To his own acts... thoughts... means... he already proves well alone in class even if his average is a D and he seems to do fine by himself at meals... fine but happy? Shaking his head clear. Reminding himself he didn't need them- anyone.
Faces. Voice. The team- his team.... Valentin... Hailey.... Johannes... Romeo... Archer or Artemis.... he did enjoy being with them did he not? Valentin. His voice. The feel of his skin... his warmth... the teen bit his bottom lip, needing a distraction he stepped into a classroom.
Stepping close to the student. A look upon Elizaveta. The blonde spoke"hello, Looney... what have you filled your day with today?" Eyes on the girl. A thought crossed his mind. The hexwizard tournament. The durmstrang team... the same one he recently became apart of... the one that Elizaveta isn't one....
The blonde felt a light smirk touch his lips as he spoke"how does it feel? Not to be worthy like us on the hexwizard team..." the blonde crossed his arms loosely, stepping back to lean aginest the wall of the classroom.
"Your starting to feel predictable, Eliza" the words rolled off his tongue as he waited for a moment before he continued"you say your worthy which you aren't then the events show your not... honestly when is it time for a change?" A look as he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets, remembering how they played together as children once. How they smiled together... had fun... childhood friends turn to whatever this is.
A breath. Charles eyed the girl as he spoke"you know, when we were kids, I thought the world of you. I thought we would fly and fight by each other's side forever-" a pause, his eyes met hers, a flash of guilt before it faded and his eyes went wide, "but in the end of the day, I'm me and your not worthy."
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
15 Jul 2022, 15:01
A state of mind
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Calm, peaceful and quiet, the state of both Eliza and the classroom used by her as shelter from other students. Her usual place outside had become busier as the weather improved causing more students to spend their time outside, driving the young girl away from her reading spot. Whenever she could, she tried to avoid people and the classroom which was rarely visited outside classes was a great place to be alone to relax. Book laying open, she could clearly visualize the fantastic world the writer had created so vividly with his word, from a light yellow fungus on the trunk of the tree hiding the hero to the pure focus on his face as his eyes scanned the surroundings. When reading, dancing or drawing, Eliza disappeared into her little bubble and barely noticed anything going on around her.
Reducio
Does Eliza spot Charles stepping into the classroom before he speaks?
Completely distracted by her book, the blonde didn't notice another student entering the classroom and flipped a page to continue reading her story. A little shock went through her body as she heard a voice near her. Head turning to the taller boy in surprise, brows slightly lifted above a big pair of green eyes, trying to process Charles' question. "I- I'm just reading," she answered uncertainly, eyes quickly focusing on her book again.
Expecting a couple of mean comments to come soon, she took a deep breath with a little hope that Charles would be nicer to her this time than previously. It was wishful thinking, he had already called her looney and now he was reminding her she didn't get on the hexwizard team. It didn't feel great, especially not now it was said she wasn't worthy to join the team by one of the students that was on the team representing her beloved school. She knew she could expect these hurtful words from the teen but that didn't make them any less painful to the sensitive girl.
Not a word left her lips as she let the boy's words crush her heart, wishing she had the guts to stand up for herself. The letters in her book started to become vague and the words were impossible to read due to the tears forming in her eyes. If she had a chance to prove herself to Charles she would take it without a doubt, but maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn't worthy. "Tell me, how do I prove I am worthy?" she asked, basically begging, the boy.
"What do you mean?" she asked in confusion, unsure what the other had meant with when they were kids. Had they known each other when they were younger, had they been friends?
21 Jul 2022, 21:19
A state of mind
OOC Note: I do not share the same views and opinions ooc as Charles has ic, the writer for Eliza is incredible
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Charles lean aginest the wall, arms loosely crossed in front of his chest. Eyes taking in the sight in front. The sight of Elizaveta Mikhailov claiming to have been reading before the blonde came through the door. Before he started to speak. Letting his emotions take the rein, a reminder of himself within Elizaveta when he first arrived at Durmstrang. A reminder he shudder at.
The words, calmly spoken as his eyes kept on Elizaveta. Watching her through the passes, the moments. Speaking of the hexwizard team for durmstrang. Only a reserve but still on the team, after all he was still forced into the training and bonding sessions with the others. The training he could manage, the bonding and braiding... not so much.
The teen watched the girl, the words echoed back. Asking how to be worthy. The voice, sounding simlair to one of a child in need of help. The eyes, wide and sharing similarities to a tiny puppy or innocent pig. The blonde looked away, his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. A part unable... unable to continue. To speak. The teen opened his eyes, looking away as his eyes found the floor unable to looked up. To look at the girl, Elizaveta.
"Don't be yourself then you might be worthy one day."
The words filtered out. They sounded akin to what his brother told him before his first year at the school. "Do what the first years do and what the what the fourth years tell you." The words still fresh. Eyes peeled away, wanting to take back the words but also not wanting to appear weak.... especially to her.
The question? What did he mean? Eyes brought up, caching the eyes of a puppydog. Catching Elizaveta's eyes as he rested aginest the wall. His words spoke of another time, the time where a couple years before. The blonde was nine when he stayed in russia for the next few birthdays, when he met first met Elizaveta and her brothers. When he found his love of flying and would play with the child. A time forgotten in the years.
The teen stared at the girl as he spoke"Remember the family you played with looney? The intelligent raven haired lad and blonde lad, the blonde lad who would pull you out to fly?" The teen would wait. And watch as he rested there, aginest the wall.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
14 Aug 2022, 17:36
A state of mind
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How could she not be herself? What was even wrong with her? These were just some of the questions that ran through the young girl's mind after Charles had announced she would be worthy if she wasn't herself. A disappointed look appeared on the blonde's face as she tried to think of the things that were wrong with her in the boy's eyes and how she could possibly change them. But maybe she really wasn't worthy even if she tried to change as there was no way she could improve herself.
"What is it I must change about myself to be worthy?" she asked the other students for clarification. "What even is it that I have done to deserve this?" The girl honestly had no idea what she had done to rub Charles the wrong way.
Looking into his eyes, she tried to find something recognizable but all she could see were the eyes of the boy that walked into a classroom and called her unworthy and looney. However, with the mention of his brother a memory popped up, a vague face memory of a raven-haired boy and his younger brother. Slowly, she started to remember how they had played together as children and how her brothers had been really disappointed when Charles and his brother moved. "Oh, that was you," she mumbled as she stared at the boy's feet.