Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 24, 2007 13:03:49 GMT -5
A tall, slim gril with pale, blonde hair and sad, red eyes walked past the rows of graves. These were the students who'd died in the Shadow War. The graveyard looked neglected, like no one visited these people anymore. Some of the headstones were actually dusty. Finding the grave she sought, the girl stopped. Her pale hair set in an austere style on her bowed head.
Morgan was visiting Areya's grave. She hadn't seen her ghost lately, so maybe her soul had moved on. That was good. She knelt beside Areya's gravestone, laying a bouquet of wildflowers she'd picked herself on the grave.
She could have spent her parents' money on an expensive flower arrangement, but this seemed a much more fitting trubute to the girl she was mourning. She'd also brought the girl's old broom down to her grave, and laid it next to the flowers.
She knew the black velvet of her mouring gown was getting ruined by her kneeling in the dirt, and dewy grass (she could feel the dew starting to penertrate the material completely), but she didn't care. She was here to mourn a friend. To lay her guilt over Areya's death down for good. She didn't feel insanely guilty like she had at first, but there was still a part of her soul that felt responsible for Areya's death.
"Areya, I'm sorry. I brought you your broom back. It took some had work tracking it down, but I found it. I thought that the best seeker FFU's ever seen deserved to have her broom."
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 24, 2007 13:27:27 GMT -5
Walking slowly through the Cryptic surroundings, Shadow's head dropped in respect. He gazed around at the dusky gravestones, taking care not to stand only in the pathways. He had never show much intrest in the Shadow War, only heard the rumors and stories of what had happened.
Where the hell is everyone? Normal people weren't like him, but even he knew that you should spend sometime at your families graves. Although he knew many that had lost members of their own tribes to the war, he himself had lost noone. His mother, sure, but not because of the Shadows.
Spotting a girl nearby, he moved a little closer. For as far as he could see, they were the only souls, beings around. He sighed quietly, listening to her soft words of mourning. But it was not in his nature to be sentimental. He had a dark mind, a dark heart and a dark soul. He had no need for pitiful emotions.
He grinned, laughing shortly, "FFU's best seeker?"
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Oct 24, 2007 15:42:36 GMT -5
Professor walked around the graves to learn and discover something more about Firefox University's dark past. It was in his nature - explore something what isn't explored by himself. That because he went across several graves and saw that all these graves belonged to students, which fell in some kind war. He couldn't figure out several things, but his attention suddenly turned on two students from University. From the distance he saw them and came closer to them. Then he saw that there was a boy and girl, which was near the grave. Coming closer to the girl he heard some kind words about a broom and in girl's voice professor could hear mourning.
Then professor went closer to the girl and carefully said: "Ammm... Hello. Does I disturbed you? I'm terribly sorry if yes. Isn't it dangerous for the girl to be here alone? Well... anyway my name is Andrey the Grey... ammm... I see you in first time and what's your name? Of course if I may ask?" then he waited for reply.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 24, 2007 18:06:51 GMT -5
Morgan looked up when she heard someone approach. She recognized the figure as Shadow Clearwater, an aquaintance of hers. "It's called respect for the dead. This girl was a friend of mine. Maybe if you'd ever lost someone close to you, you'd know how I feel." Morgan said angrily. She wasn't usually this emotional, but lately her hard exterior shell of intellectual, polite detachment had been cracking.
She would have told the boy off some more, but just then, a professor approached them. She knew him as Andrey the Grey even though she didn't take his class. "Hello professor. No, you haven't disturbed anything, I was just visiting the grave of a friend. I am called Morgan." She didn't introduce Shadow, because it would have been impolite.
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Oct 25, 2007 3:32:51 GMT -5
Then professor replied: "Nice to meet you Ms. Morgan. Ammm... as I understood, wlking across these graves, these graves belong to students fallen in some kind war? I know it is difficult to speak about that if I'm right, but it is in my nature. Sorry, for such question."
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 25, 2007 10:36:23 GMT -5
Snarling softly at Morgan's words, he felt his heart pang slightly in regret. "Those gone, need no respect....they need truth." He had lost someone, his mother-the person he cared most about in the world. But he had never visited her grave, simply becuase she didn't have one. Her records named her still alive, afterall Shadow's father had sworn him into secrecy. He had been threatened, and from a murderer, he wasn't about to risk it.
Snapping his head around in silent rage, his attention focused on the approaching male. Professor Andrey the Grey. Not a professor Shadow had dealt with before, Ancient Runes were not on his schedule. Yet, neither was Astronomy but he was still forced to take the class. "Graves to those who were unfortunate in the Shadow war..." he cut across their conversation. Slightly annoyed that his presence had been deemed to be ignored.
Out of the woods, holding a bundle of daisies and dandelions, came Novus. He had been planning this trip to the graves of those lost in the war of his father, and himself, for a while now. It surprised him to find that he was not alone. He brushed a strand of jet black hair, which was showing blond at the roots, from his face and adjusted the fake glasses on his nose so that they were slightly more comfortable before he approached the gathered mourners. He recognized one of them from passes in the common room and dorms, the one with the crazy hair. The other two were staff, technically, with Morgan Pendragon the Prefect and Andrey the Professor.
"I can't explain it, but I feel responsible for these graves," Novus began, "Though I know I could not have caused the deaths. It reminds me of the butterfly's wings. Perhaps we are all to blame for flapping our wings ages ago and causing the storm which took so many innocents with it as it passed through Spain."
Novus smiled at the group and tossed his bundle of wildflowers onto the grave of Areya. He crossed his arms over his thin chest and shuffled the hair from his eyes again. He would get a haircut soon. When the hair was blond and natural, it seemed to cause less problems, but now it was bothering him. He enjoyed his freedoms, though, such as the shopping he was allowed to do outside of the school as a 7th year. Apparating to the Tunnel and spending the money he made on his paintings, or the money he was given by his 'father', on clothes. Occasionally he found himself in Muggle Spain or Muggle London by floo powder and in the popular stores there, using the muggle money his 'father' had amassed on shoes and pants instead of robes. But, with the weather getting colder, he wore his robes over his Slytherin sweater and was happy with it.
"Are we all killers," Novus mused, "Or are we all victims?"
Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Oct 27, 2007 14:09:38 GMT -5
Professor replied with smile to the Mr. Shadow and said: "Nice to meet you, my name is Andrey the Grey. I teach Ancient Runes in University." then professor's attention turned on other Slytherin boy, who came to one of the graves and placed a flowers on it. Then he asked: "Are we all killers," then he mused and continued "Or are we all victims?"
When professor heard that he said: "You are not killers. You are just victims and there are some situations in life when you won't be able to save someone all the time or something else. And that, I'm afraid, you have to admit as normal thing. Of course, it isn't normal that someone dies, but we can't live forever. Even I will die, because I live already five centuries. And I also had such situations, much more then one, but of course, you can think that I'm mad man or something like that, but I look on it as on normal thing and of course I also feel a spiritual pain inside me, when someone who is very close to me dies. I like how one of my own teachers said before his death "Death is only beginning and it is only a normal phenomena of life.""
Then professor thought: "May be I have said too much, after all they are just kids."
Then professor asked to the newcomer: "By the way... I see you're from Slytherin. What is your name?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 3, 2007 15:39:13 GMT -5
It seemed that today was a popular day to visit the dead. Just when Morgan was about to answer Professor Andrey's questions, yet another person entered the scene. Morgan knew him only as a boy she'd seen in a few classes and corridors. He seemed to be meditating on some of his own thoughts. Since he seemed to be actually there to mourn somebody, she didn't pay him much mind
...Until he stopped at Areya's grave. He laid his own flowers down next to the broom and the flowers Morgan had placed there. He seemed troubled by something, and Morgan didn't know why he was at Areya's grave at all. Had he known her? Morgan didn't think so. As far as she knew, this kid hadn't even come to Firefox until some time after Areya's death. A relative perhaps? But Areya had been a muggleborn.
This whole thing seemed strange. First, Morgan comes to mourn a friend, then she gets harrassed by some kid from Slytherin (granted, this 'kid' was likely older than she), then a professor just happens to visit, and then, just to make everything a little more puzzling, someone she's pretty sure doesn't even know Areya visits her grave too, just as all three of them were standing there. It almost seemed contrived, like some writer was dictating everyone's actions. Like Morgan herself was no more than a character in some story.
All mental monolouges aside, Morgan eyed the newcomer with a mixture of intrigue and suspicion. Then Andrey responded to Novus's question, and gave quite a lengthy reply too. It was true, death was part of life. Just because Areya had lived so little was no reason to be unduly upset or guilty about it. Morgan would just live the life Areya had missed out on. "If you wil please excuse me, gentlemen, I have some things I need to be doing."
She stood then, her dress a little wet, and a little dirty where she'd been kneeling. She brushed most of it off, but some of the dirt clung to her dress the same way some of the guilt still clung to her soul. She smiled in a non-specific way at the three gentle men, then made her way back to the school.
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