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Post by lysander on Mar 16, 2011 19:48:44 GMT -5
There was no denying that Lysander was kind of lame. He lived for school and learning and books, had no game when it came to women and failed epically in every way when it came to sports. Generally, he was a very stereotypical Ravenclaw. Though, he certainly didn't see that as being a problem. After all, he was quite proud of his Ravenclaw lineage. His mother had been in Ravenclaw, as had his father and one of his uncles was a famous author. All in all, his family had bred him to be that sort of guy and he was perfectly happy to live up to that. Spending time with his uncle Newt had certainly influenced Lysander a lot, not to mention the fact that his mother was also a writer for the Quibbler. So, it was no surprise that Lysander spent a majority of his time around libraries or bookstores, just walking around and pulling interesting books off the shelves.
That afternoon, for example, Lysander was preparing to spend the rest of his afternoon settled in to the local bookstore, huddled up in a chair towards the back with a good book. Not at all the way most people would choose to spend their precious weekend hours, but it was a very Lysander thing to do. In fact, it would have been incredibly strange for him to have been anywhere else. He wasn't really the type to go out and do things, since he never knew how to act, especially when surrounded by people. Girls made him more nervous than anything and he ended up clamming up and pretty much completely freaking out about everything that was going on. He worried about how he was acting, what he said, if they thought he was a freak, all sorts of things. His confidence just wasn't there, though of course he planned to work on that. Sort of. With lots of help from his friends.
Already in Hogsmeade that afternoon from a previous trip to the quill shop, it was a quick jaunt across the street for Lysander to slip into Tomes and Scrolls. It was a fairly small shop, but it had a small cafe to the side where you could sit in a large, comfortable chair and read whatever books you grabbed from the shop for awhile. Lysander was a frequent customer there, so as soon as he walked through the door, the worker there started up the coffee machine and picked Lysander out a muffin, knowing full well that Ly would be back into the small cafe with a stack of books within a few minutes. To Lysander, this was home. It was a place where he was able to feel comfortable, unlike most places. He didn't have to worry about someone coming up and surprising him with conversation, he simply had to settle in with the few workers that were there and sometimes even have a debate over literature. It was his sort of place.
Walking through the aisles, Lysander gathered a stack of books for himself to flip through for awhile, choosing the new and interesting looking ones. After a minute or two, one of the workers came by with a few extras that they suggested for the boy and Ly happily added them to the stack. Taking them over to the cafe, he set them down next to his chair and retrieved his coffee and muffin before sitting back down. Yep, this was definitely the life for young Lysander. Opening up one of the books on the table in front of him, Lysander started to flip through, taking the occasional bite from his muffin and sipping on his coffee.
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Post by dean christopher cattermole on Mar 16, 2011 20:46:30 GMT -5
After a long and intense practice on the Quidditch field, DC wanted nothing more to relax in the Ravenclaw commons, or better yet, go to sleep. It was Saturday, so he knew that he could get away with not doing his homework tonight, although he was probably shooting himself in the foot by making this decision. But Dean Christopher was exhausted, as Daisy really made them work this morning. Not to mention aggravated, as his group of first and second year fans distracted him all morning. He didn't mind the attention from them every once in a while, finding it quite comical when he caught the first years doodling Mrs. Dean Christopher Cattermole or DC Forevah in hearts on their notebooks. But for them to do it all the time was just plain annoying. And he knew it was getting to Daisy and the rest of the team, who were trying to focus on the big match coming up next week, but he couldn't do anything about it. Sure he could tell them to shut up and go away, but that would just be cruel, so he let them live out their youngster fantasies. It was much easier than dealing with girls who fainted simply because he spoke to them.
After he took a quick shower, anxious to rest in peace and quiet, Dean Christopher remembered that he had to get new shin guards for his Quidditch attire. His father just sent DC his monthly package, consisting of his allowance to purchase whatever he wanted. While DC normally put the money straight into the bank, simply because he didn't want the help from his father--his relationship with his dad has always been one of strain--Dean Christopher decided to splurge a little and buy something of pleasure for once. And he thought it would be best to do so before next Saturday, giving him a chance to break in the new equipment. With his mind made up, DC quickly changed into a pair of worn in jeans and a t-shirt, heading out to Spintwitches.
For someone who was soooo tired, Dean Christopher ended up spending two hours in the shop, feeling completely at peace with the world. Something about the smell of a new broom and equipment made him especially happy. When he was finally done trying out new shin guards, as well as splurging and buying the new firebolt, DC walked out to the main street in Hogsmeade. Realizing that it was too late to go to sleep, but too early to go back to the castle, he decided to get a quick bit of food before dinner. He let his feet travel to Tomes and Scrolls, which had the best muffins. And of course, he could easily down three of them without thinking about it.
DC entered the shop and immediately felt the warmth of the place. Every time he came here, he instantly felt like he was back home with his mother...the only person he actually liked in the family. She was always baking, and had a faint smell of cinnamon, a scent that comforted Dean Christopher when he was younger. Regardless, this little shop, more of a bookstore than a cafe, reminded him of a warm, cozy home. He knew that Ly absolutely loved places like this, and wondered if he was here. As DC was paying for his muffins, a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned around, and smiled. He walked over to the table piled with books, and put his food down. Hey Lysander! Whatcha up to?
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Post by lysander on Mar 17, 2011 10:56:00 GMT -5
It didn't take long after sitting down for Lysander to become captivated by the book in front of him. For Lysander, it was a completely different world inside of a book and no matter what it happened to be about, it was a good read. This book in particular was a rather in-depth study into the sleeping habits of the common house elf. To most, this would probably seem to be a rather dull read, but not to Lysander. He was able to find interest in just about everything that he came across when it came to books and certainly there was always something in particular to learn from it, no matter how irrelevant to Lysander's life it might be. After all, you never really knew when you might need to know such things. At least, that was what his mother seemed to thing anyways.
As he turned the pages of the book, Lysander was more or less closed off to the world around him. It was hard to drag Lysander's attention away from a good book and so he didn't notice when DC entered into the building to grab a muffin. However, he did catch his attention when he sat down at the table with Lysander and said his hellos. Finishing off the paragraph quickly, Lysander then looked up with a cheerful grin. DC had been one of his best mates since they were young, having grown up around the same people and close to the same neighborhood. Admittedly, they were quite different from each other, but they had still managed to remain extremely close over the years. Lysander was the dorkier, less suave of the two and then there was DC, the clearly cooler and more chill of the two. However, they still worked well together as friends, balancing out each others differences.
Gently pressing the book in front of him closed, Lysander pushed it to the side so as not to be rude to Dean. "Hey, mate. Just, yanno, reading," he nodded, motioning towards the pile of books sitting next to him. Of course, it was not really that strange for Lysander to be caught with a book in his hands, so he doubted DC would be far too surprised by his choice of activity. A bit disappointed, perhaps, that Ly wasn't out meeting people and being social, but certainly not surprised. Looking down at the packages that DC had carried in with him, Lysander was amused to see that Dean was carrying a bag full of Quidditch gear. That was probably the main place where they differed. Dean was a sports guy and generally quite the charmer and Lysander was a bookish, rather lame sort.
Leaning back with a jovial grin, Lysander shook his head a bit. "Another broom, mate? Don't you already have one?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. If there was one thing that Lysander might never understand, it would be Quidditch. It was fun to watch sometimes, sure, but the extreme amount of passion that so many people put into it seemed a tad bit excessive to him. Though, he supposed he couldn't really knock the sport too much, as not everyone was suited towards a more intellectual path in life. "How've you been though? Keeping up alright with the family and what not?" Lysander asked, making the formal niceties in conversation that were always deemed necessary, especially after not seeing DC for what seemed like a few days. Sure, they'd seen each other in passing quite frequently, but they'd both been quite busy and hadn't had much time to catch up.
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Post by dean christopher cattermole on Mar 17, 2011 12:36:02 GMT -5
It wasn't surprising that Dean Christopher often felt sad when talking to Ly. Sure, they were best buddies, and always will be. But he could feel the two brothers drifting away as the years went by. And it didn't help that they were total opposites: DC was all into sports, following the pros and going to game whenever he felt up to using his father's private box, while Lysander took after his mother's intellectual side. And DC is all about the partying while Ly has no problem spending the night absorbed in a good book. That's not what separated the two friends, as DC didn't mind his friend's inability to have a good time with other people. And he definitely didn't care that other people thought Lysander was a nerd. What bother Dean Christopher the most is that he constantly feels like he isn't good enough for Ly. He didn't feel insecure, he could care less if people hated him or loved him. It's just that, with Ly, he always felt that he had to be something better. In a way, he looked up to his friend. Sure, they were both smart, but DC felt like his intelligence was an obligation. He wanted to have the adventures that Ly received from just reading, instead of having to look for them. Dean Christopher often invited Lysander to different activities around the castle, including several Qudditich matches. But Ly declined most of them, saying he had other things to do. DC didn't doubt that his bud has better things to do, and invited him out to show that he was trying, but he felt that with each party, each game, he was pushing his friend away. He didn't want Ly to think that he was self-absorbed, only trying to boost his image. He didn't want it to come across that way, but who knew how Ly took it. Of course, the two friends spend almost every day during the summer together, but that's because no one else is around. DC made a promise to himself that he would try to get more on Lysander's level, and find things that the latter boy enjoyed doing.
He glanced over at the title of the book Ly was reading. Sleeping habits of house elves, huh. I know a little bit about them Interesting choice of book there. Did you know that the common elves doesn't like when their master can see them sleeping? So they go into the darkness corner of the house to sleep. DC took a bite of his chocolate chip muffin, and frowned. Of course Lysander would know that, he's reading the book obviously. He wished that sometimes he wasn't so stupid when it came to talking to his friend. He sighed, knowing that this personal promise wasn't going to be easy but he was going to make it work. DC followed Ly's glaze, and noticed the bag of Quidditch equipment next to him. He grinned really wide, hoping to interest Ly a little more in Quidditch, but he knew that was probably never going to happen. Uhh, yeah. Well dad sent my allowance, and I really needed new shin guards. But of course, I cannot just walk into Spintwitches without buying a million and one things. Besides, my broom now is getting worn out. So it was time for an upgrade. He knew he was coming off as a spoiled brat, but Quidditch was the one thing that DC absolutely loved. He and Ly played together when the were youngsters, but then he fell away from it.
Dean Christopher looked out the window for a bit, then glanced over at Lysander. Things have been going well. Daisy has been practicing us like crazy for the big match next week. But it's worth it, because I definitely want to win. Won't you come? He frowned slightly, because he knew that Ly wouldn't come. But he wanted to show his friend that he was welcomed to come anytime he wanted. Things with the family are going well. The butler's birthday is in two weeks, so I'm going home to celebrate it with the family. We're throwing a huge party for him. You're family is invited as well, so come home with me. He didn't exactly like going home, which is why he was looking for his own apartment to go to at the end of this year. But DC was good friends with William, and owed him a birthday, considering the butler put up with all of his ridiculous demands throughout the years. But enough about me? How are you? Was it just him, or did this conversation feel too formal? Hey, do you want to play a game of wizard's chess later? I've been dying to get a game in, but I don't have anyone to play with. Dean Christopher seriously hoped this was a step in the right direction to save his friendship with Lysander.
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Post by lysander on Mar 17, 2011 14:19:16 GMT -5
To be honest, Lysander was more than a little surprised to see Dean there in the bookshop. He'd assumed that the boy would probably be more apt to be off on his broom at practice or chatting up some girl at the Three Broomsticks or something. However, he was also incredibly glad to see his friend. While they were usually quite inseparable, the coming of their last year at Hogwarts had taken a toll on their friendship. Not so much in the sense that they fought or anything, just that they were drifting apart more and more. Their differences, while trivial back in the day, were becoming more and more a factor. Dean had to be off practicing more, since Quidditch scouts would be looking at the seventh years and how they were playing much more seriously than before, so that took a lot of time from his schedule. Just as Lysander's studies took a lot of time from his. As of late, he had been hard at work with the writing of his first novel, a rather extensive, yet critical, look at the war with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. For Lysander, that meant a lot of hours with his quill and ink, as well as a significant amount of time doing interviews with people that had been a part of it. So, it wasn't that they didn't want to be friends and hang out, it was just that a lot of the time they didn't have the ability to do so. At least, that was what Lysander was hoping to be the case anyways.
Raising an eyebrow in something akin to amusement at Dean's comment, Lysander nodded his head slowly. Of course he knew that. Though, there were few things that Lysander didn't know, as far as he was concerned. Sometimes, he was a bit of an intellectual elitist, but only in his own thoughts. Never would he be so bold as to voice that view of himself to anyone else. "Ah, yeah. It's come up a bit in the book," Lysander said with a chipper smile. He certainly didn't want to accidentally say something to make DC think that Lysander saw him as stupid or something, even if his comment had been a tad bit silly. "It's been going into their burrowing habits over the last two chapters. Quite an interesting read if you're looking for something of the sort," Lysander added, though he was fairly certain that DC didn't care enough about the sleeping patterns of house elves to bother with reading it.
The grin that appeared on Dean's face when Lysander mentioned the package caused Lysander to shake his head a bit in amusement. If there was one way to start up a serious conversation with his friend, it would be to mention Quidditch. "Aha, of course. Wouldn't want to be caught using last weeks model now, would you?" Lysander chuckled, making a joking jab at his friend's sometimes splurging habits when it came to his Quidditch equipment. Though, Lysander really couldn't talk, since he was the exact same way when it came to stores such as this. Of course, Lysander wasn't nearly as well off as Dean was, so he tended to have splurge attacks much less frequently. Which was often why he simply sat around in the bookstores to read. That way, he didn't have to buy it and he could still read as much as he wanted to, in a much quieter environment.
Moving his eyes up to DC to show that he was listening, Lysander nodded a bit as he spoke, pausing at his question. While it was true that Lysander liked to watch Quidditch, he certainly wasn't a fan of showing up for the matches. They were much to noisy and far too many people were there for him to deal with. "Ah, if you want, I could probably swing by the match for a bit," he offered, scratching at his head a bit. Not exactly something he was too eager to do, but if it was important to his friend, than he wouldn't shut down the idea entirely. "But, yes, I got the invitation the other day from Aphros," Lysander nodded, in response to the second bit. Aphros, his owl, had delivered the message about the upcoming celebration a few short days ago and that was definitely something that Lysander would be okay with. "I do plan on attending. S'pose I can stay over too, if you want. I'm assuming the guest room is still ready for me?" Lysander asked, raising an eyebrow. Given how close the two had been, one of the rooms at the Cattermole mansion had always been ready for his appearance over the summers and sometimes on breaks. Though, it had been quite some time and Lysander didn't even know if that was still the case.
Thinking on it for a moment, Lysander shrugged lightly. "Not much going on for me, really. Been working on some interviews and such for my novel and uh, that's about it really," he ended, rather lamely. His life was definitely not nearly as exciting as that of DC's and sometimes that made Lysander feel somewhat inferior to the boy. He was the cool guy, always smooth with the ladies and never without something exciting to do. In that respect, Lysander could never measure up to DC and sometimes he worried he was dragging his friend down. However, his worries dissipated at the mention of chess. That was definitely something that Lysander could get behind and admittedly, he was pretty good at the game. "Yeah, sure man. I'm always up for a match or two. My set's been getting rather dusty," he said, nodding eagerly. Perhaps they weren't so far apart after all.
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Post by dean christopher cattermole on Mar 17, 2011 16:00:00 GMT -5
There was no doubt in DC's mind that it was getting harder to find a common interest between the two friends. Could they even be labeled with that word anymore? Of course Ly felt like family to him, but they were each pursuing their own paths. Dean Christopher was hoping for an offer to a professional Quidditch team at the end of the next week's match, as the scouts are going to be all over the place. And of course Lysander was off researching and reading, like he's always done. Nothing about them has changed over the last few years, because they've always held the same interests. But DC realized that there was no point in remaining close, especially if Ly is going to become the famous author that he's always wanted to become. And there wouldn't be much time for DC to find friends outside of the professional Quidditch team, as practice takes up most of his time, and the other part is spent traveling for matches. He seriously doubt there would even be time for a relationship, only the occasional fling here and there. Although, surprisingly, that didn't really upset him, because his first love would always be Quidditch. DC is terribly afraid to lose his friend, because Lysander isn't just a bud. They've been through a lot over the years. DC told him about his betrayal to his family, in that he took a neutral position in the war; he shared secrets with Ly about his first kiss, his first hookup; Ly was the only one that DC wanted to see when he was sick for like an entire month (really only a week, but when you're six, a day feels like a year). The two boys shared a lot of history, and that wasn't something Dean Christopher could let go of easily. So he was going to hold on to it, and make it the best for the both of them, for as long as he could.
As Lysander was explaining the last two chapters of the book, DC couldn't help but to see how much the book meant to his bro. Sure, it wasn't something that he would typically pick up to read on a Saturday, but DC did see a perfect opportunity to make a further connection with Ly. Hm, that actually does sound quite intriguing mate. Maybe when you're done reading, I'll buy it. It's always nice to make an effort into understanding Elma's habits. He flashed a grin. DC seriously hoped that Lysander wasn't smart enough in body language to tell that he was trying to force a conversation. It's not like Dean Christopher was bored or anything, because he truly did want to connect with Lysander. And he really did want to read the book, possibly getting a book chat with Ly over it. But he just hoped that his actions and intents were obvious, and that Ly didn't take it that he was mocking his friend. Because that wasn't the case at all.
By the comment Ly made about having the newest model, DC could tell that Lysander didn't approve of his spending habits. Ah, well, you know. Got to have the best for such an important game. And it's mostly to show off to the scouts. They have this weird thing about presentation, and I just want to them that I can put up with all their crazy demands. You understand, right? He could help but give Ly pleading eyes. DC didn't know why he needed Lysander to approve of it, but it was important to him. Maybe to show that he wasn't spending his money on unnecessary things just because he could. The subject of money always made Dean Christopher somewhat uncomfortable because he had loads of it, but knew that he didn't need it. That's why most of it went untouched in the bank, or to some local charity. He made the mistake one time of offering to pay for a purchase of Lysander's, which got them into a big fight--the biggest they've ever had. Even though they were young, he couldn't exactly remember how young, DC quickly learned that money wasn't something that one should flaunt to other people. So he tried not to make a big deal of it, often not even mentioning it to anyone.
When Lysander mentioned that he would swing by the game, DC raised his eyebrow, then lowered it quickly. It caught him off guard, because Ly only went to a game when DC practically dragged him. But DC wouldn't be sitting with his friend, and he knew that would put Ly into an uncomfortable position. Nah, it's okay. I know you'd much rather be working on your novel. I completely understand. He flashed a lopsided grin, to show Lysander that he was completely sincere. By the way, how's the novel going? If you need some more people to interview, I'm sure my dad would love to give you a play-by-play of all the events that occurred with his parents. Dean Christopher couldn't help but to roll his eyes and laugh. If there was one fond memory that he had with Lysander, it would definitely be spending countless summer nights around the fireplace in the study, listening to his father tell countless stories of his parents in the fight against the Death Eaters. He didn't mind the story once or twice, but his father told them the story fifty times during one summer. Which was awful for him to handle, but more so Lysander, because both boys were neutral.
It took everything in Dean Christopher's power to not leap for joy when Lysander said that he would be attending William's celebration. In fact, he was pretty sure that his face lit up. Not only was he going home for the weekend, but his best friend was going to be there, just like old times. Maybe with his attention away from Quidditch, and Lysander's attention away from his novel, the two boys could actually hang out, and play a game of bowling or watch a movie. Of course I want you to stay over. Dude seriously, I wouldn't let anyone touch that room. It is YOUR room after all! Seriously, I won't change that room even after I move out. You know you're always welcomed to stay at my house. And my mom is always looking for a new victim to try out her cooking. He grinned. Yeah, this celebration is exactly what DC and Ly needed to get back on the right track.
DC could almost guarantee that Lysander would be happy when he suggested wizard chess. In fact, that was the first memory that he had of the two of them. Ly taught him how to play the game the day DC moved into the neighborhood. DC's plan for the game was not only for the boys to bond over something that Ly enjoyed, but also for them to potentially remember childhood memories, thus bringing them closer; because they would realize that they've had a lot of fun over the years. He wasn't sure if it was going to work, but what else could his do. Yeah bud, wizard chess sounds like fun. But there's something else I have to ask you. He looked down at his half eaten muffin, suddenly not feeling hungry. He was embarrassed to ask for help, not because he was asking Ly, but because he generally did not like showing signs of weakness. He met Lysander's eyes. It's a requirement to play professional Quidditch that you pass majority of your NEWTs with Outstandings. And while I feel confident with most of them, History of Magic is just getting to me. So what do you say, Lysander? Would you tutor me once a week in the class. He looked down again. Of course, I can total understand if you're busy, or if you have other things to do. Dean Christopher flashed another smile. He was definitely making an effort here.
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Post by lysander on Mar 17, 2011 18:08:04 GMT -5
It struck Lysander as odd that, even though nothing about the two boys had changed, their relationship had become something completely different. Lysander was still the bookish young writer that he had been since childhood and Dean was still the hotshot athlete. Their general friendship, as well, hadn't changed in the least bit and no newcomers had come between them. All in all, it stood to reason that they should have felt exactly the same as always. However, that wasn't the case. At least, not for Lysander anyway. He thought of DC as a brother and probably always would, but the friendship that they'd had for so many years was fading and the way he saw it, there wasn't much that either of the boys could do about it. Their goals in life were different and would slowly tear them apart once they were off in the real world. Sure, they'd probably always talk and see each other at large functions between the families, but outside of that, Lysander wasn't sure. Given the way things were going now, it was more likely that the two just altogether end up separating as friends and their connection becoming lost over the passage of time. A sad thing to think about, but something that had troubled Lysander for quite some time, especially as of late. Yet, he wasn't sure just how to rectify the situation.
Leaning back into his chair a bit as he talked about the book, Lysander couldn't help but think that perhaps DC was just humouring him with this one. Certainly, someone like Dean couldn't sincerely be interested in something so trivial as the sleeping patterns of house elves, even if he did have one himself. Even then, wasn't that even more reason not to care? After all, most of the people that had house elves severely overlooked their value to the house. Of course, Lysander had never pictured Dean as the extremely uppity, uncaring sort.Though, he wasn't sure just how much he really knew his friend anymore. Clearing his throat a bit, Lysander nodded in response. "Yes, well. Of course, you're welcome to it any time you'd like. I've more or less gotten what I can from it," Lysander said, returning Dean's smile with one of his own. It seemed so strange, to be acting so formal around Dean, but he wasn't sure what else to act like at that point. After all, Lysander was generally quite formal with just about everyone nowadays anyways and very rarely did he let loose and just relax at all. So, it wasn't like he should have expected things with Dean to be different. But, they always had been.
Lysander felt rather bad that he had been so judgmental of Dean's habits, when in reality it wasn't a selfish move, but a move to further his career. It was possible to chock it up to the fact that Lysander knew little about the sport, but that would be sugarcoating it. When it came down to it, Lysander was, in a way, being absolutely spiteful and that worried him. That wasn't the type of person that he was, by any means, especially not with those he considered friends. Perhaps, however, it was the possibility of losing his best mate that was making him act as he was. Looking back up at the almost pleading look that DC was giving him, Lysander nodded lightly in response. "Yeah, of course. Have to do things sometimes to get ahead for your career. It's good. I mean, that you're thinking ahead and such," Lysander said with a tight smile. Never would he have imagined that it could be so, well, difficult to speak to Dean and that troubled him more than anything.
The look of surprise that passed Dean's face also gave him reason to worry. Certainly, Lysander didn't want to be known as the friend that wouldn't do something kind for his mates. The game meant a lot to Dean and therefore, Lysander should be there to support him. "No, no. I can make it. It's not a problem. I could use the fresh air, besides," Lysander insisted. Even if he wasn't the most supportive of the whole Quidditch thing, he would be there. Perhaps with a book in hand, but he would be there nevertheless. That, at the very least, should have counted for something. It couldn't fix all the problems that the two were encountering in just one fell swoop, but Lysander certainly hoped that it would do well to help prove that they could still get along just fine, even with the growing distance between them.
The mention of his book brought a bright smile to his face, as it was one of those things that Lysander could talk about to anyone at any time. It meant a lot to him, probably as much as Quidditch meant to DC. "It's actually going really well. I managed to get a few interviews in over the last weekend we had off, so that's been ah, really helpful. It's developing into quite the account, I think," Lysander said with a proud nod. Even in it's state of incompleteness, the novel was something that Lysander could actually say he had done well with. Sure, he did fine with his studies and such, but this was something that meant a great deal and hopefully, would come to be something important in the new world. His stance wasn't one of accusation, but one of understanding, which he was planning to use to bring together the next generation and possibly, if enough people read it, help change the course that had been undertaken. "An interview with your father would be a welcome addition. Though, I'm not sure how much I don't already know from his stories," Lysander added with a chuckle. Certainly, those were fond memories that he would like to recall, even if DC seemed to think the stories were rather trivial and repetitive.
The way that Dean's eyes lit up when Lysander assured him that he would be attending the party made Lysander wonder if, perhaps, it was all in his head. Maybe he was just dragging things out of proportion and they were just as tight as they had always been before. Though, he certainly didn't want to fall victim to wishful thinking if that weren't the case. "Brilliant. I will definitely be claiming my room for the weekend than," Lysander said with a brisk nod. He too was quite hopeful for the weekend. They'd be away from their typical lives for a few days and would have ample time to just be guys. "And I am always game for playing the victim in your mothers cooking adventures," Lysander chuckled. Certainly, that was always something to look forward to, even if it didn't always end well. Either way, Lysander loved food and he was definitely wellfed at the Cattermole house.
While the idea of a game of wizard's chess had certainly bolstered his mood, the addition of something else to the mix caused Lysander a tad bit of worry. Usually, DC didn't ask for much and when he did, it was something serious. Lysander nodded to him to continue, of course willing to help Dean with whatever problem might be troubling him at the time. When he finally came out with it, Lysander was almost tempted to laugh, but his better judgment allowed him to hold himself back from doing so. It seemed like such a trivial thing that Dean could have asked him at any point. History of Magic was, after all, one of Lysander's best courses and it would be absolutely no trouble for him to sit down once in awhile to help DC out. "Mate, of course. You shouldn't even have to ask. You can always just catch me when I'm in the library or something. What days are good for you?" Lysander asked, smiling brightly. He was quite relieved that it wasn't something more serious, just a simple matter of some study time. Lysander had no doubts that he could handle that, no problem.
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Post by dean christopher cattermole on Apr 4, 2011 15:55:21 GMT -5
Dean Christopher felt quite relieved when Lysander said that he would tutor him in his least favorite class. Which meant guaranteed spending time with his best friend. And hopefully, the two brothers would be able to connect on a deeper level, now that they were both older. Because who knew what the future would hold for the two of them. DC stared out the window of the store, to the snow-covered streets. He saw Hallie walking down the road with a couple of friends, all arm-in-arm, spilling out happiness and joy. He turned back to Ly, and just by the boy's body language, DC knew Lysander wanted him gone so he could go back to his books. Of course, Ly wasn't rude, so he would never openly say that he wanted you gone.
DC shifted uncomfortable in the chair, when his leg brushed again the bag of Quidditch equipment, rustling the bag slightly. His attention quickly snapped down towards the bag, and his hand reached out to grab them. I cannot believe I forgot! He looked up at Ly, while digging through one of the bags, and gave the boy a huge grin. Last week when I was here, I went into Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, to buy some ink. Ya know, for classes. He stopped digging through the first bag, and move onto the second one, knowing that it was in one of them. But then I saw these Phoenix quills. He finally found the smaller bag from the shop, and pulled out a maple wood box. I said to myself, 'Ly would absolutely love these'. And because I haven't seen you in a while, I thought it would be nice to get you a little something.
Dean Christopher was smiling from ear to ear. He didn't mention to Ly that he had his friend's name engraved into an inkwell that came with it. But then he started to get nervous and bit him lip, which he only did when he was really bothered by something. He cleared his throat, and look down, to pull a stray thread off of his shirt. So yeah. And of course, I got you the notebooks to go with it. He pulled out a leather bounded notebook, enscripted with "Lysander Scamander" in blue lettering on the front. Well, have at them man. And write amazing stories. I'll definitely be the first in line to get a copy. He flashed a lopsided grin at Ly.
An unexpected flood of childhood memories came washing over DC. He coughed hard and rubbed his eye, so Ly wouldn't see his change in attitude. He whistled real low, and shifted once more in his chair. Man, can you believe how far we've come? I mean, next year, there won't be anymore of this. He nodded towards Lysander and the books stacked in front of the boys. Next year, you'll be working full time on your story, and I'll be..well God knows where; hopefully on some professional Quidditch team. DC sighed, because he knew exactly what was coming next. They tried to ignore the question and dance around it so many times, but DC knew that they couldn't put it off any longer. Look, I know you don't want to get into that mushy gushy stuff. But with me hopefully traveling next year, and you working on your novel, where does that leave us? DC took a huge breath, feeling almost as if something was cutting off his air circulation. I mean, we'll both be busy with our respected hobbies, and we'll probably only have time for those who enjoy the same activities. I don't want to lose you, because you're the closest family member I have. But I feel like it's inevitable. He looked down, pulling at the loose thread some more, to avoid Lysander's eye. The question was now up in the air, and DC could only hope that Lysander was understanding about the situation.
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Post by lysander on May 7, 2011 11:37:22 GMT -5
It bothered Lysander more than he was willing to admit to see Dean acting so uncomfortably around him. He felt the same way, a bit, but he certainly didn't think that he felt awkward around Dean. A bit more distant than usual, of course, but Lysander didn't feel completely uncomfortable like Dean appeared to be feeling. It was weird to think that Lysander was the more comfortable feeling one of the two, since that very rarely happened to be the case. Most often if was Lysander feeling out of sorts around other people and to see Dean feeling so strange around him, it kind of sucked. Lysander didn't want to see the guy acting so unsure around him, since he still considered them best friends, even if they did have their differences. He just hoped it didn't get any worse than this, since it was impossibly awful.
Raising an eyebrow curiously when Dean started to get excited and start digging around in his bag, Lysander peered over to see what it was that Dean was so eager about. He nodded a bit as Dean spoke, not sure where, exactly, he was going with this. His face fell slightly, however, when Dean said that he'd gotten something for him. Lysander always felt kind of bad when Dean got things for him, since he rarely was able to return the favor for the other boy. His family wasn't nearly as well of as Dean's, but they weren't exactly hurting, so he felt a bit uncomfortable when Dean randomly surprised him with different gifts that he found when he was out shopping or whatever. He appreciated it, of course, but he felt bad about it nonetheless.
However, it was usually pretty impossible to say no to Dean, since the guy always knew exactly the sort of thing to get that Lysander was completely incapable of resisting. The quills were gorgeous, perfect for writing with, and the notebooks that went with it fit in with Lysander's style perfectly. Looking up at Dean with a rather boyish grin, Lysander reached over to grab at the notebooks, pulling them across the table to get a better look at them. He shook his head slightly, quite impressed by the quality of the pages within and the binding of the book over all. "Dean, ah. They're incredible," he said, not sure what else to say. Obviously, he was more than grateful that his friend had gone and done this for him, but the awkwardness still stood over the fact that it seemed to be a pretty expensive gift. "Thanks mate, this is...really great," he added, nodding his head slightly over at Dean to show his gratitude. There wasn't much that he could do that would fully show how much he appreciated it, but he really felt like he should do something in return.
The way Dean was talking made it sound almost as if the two boys would never see each other again, which was a worry that Lysander himself had considered. It was something that seemed likely to happen, given the rate at which their friendship was fading, but of course Lysander didn't want that to happen. He liked having Dean around, even if there were completely different in many ways and they had always been close. It was weird to think that there was a chance he could lose out on having Dean around forever. While it was true that he wasn't all too eager to get into the mushy stuff, it was probably something that they needed to discuss at some point. There was a lot to flesh out and while it was a bit of an uncomfortable subject, it needed to happen before the end of the year came around.
Leaning forward into the table, Lysander set his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, resting his head on top of his hands. For a moment, he was silent, thinking on everything that Dean had said. "Well, you can apparate can't you mate?" Lysander questioned, looking over at Dean with a rather amused expression. There was no reason for them to lose touch and the only way that would happen would be if they both gave up trying. Sure, they'd both be busy with their respective careers and such, but that didn't mean they couldn't find time to get together, just like they did now. Dean was already busy with his Quidditch career and Lysander had already been putting in work for his novel, so it was already as if they were wrapped up in their own worlds. Technically, it wouldn't be too much different than it was now. "You'll just have to find time away from your ever busy star-studded Quidditch career to come to lunch once in awhile, eh?" Lysander said, as if the subject really wasn't that big of an issue.
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