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Post by lysander on May 2, 2011 20:22:45 GMT -5
There was no denying that Lysander could, admittedly, be a bit quirky. He wasn't nearly so bad as his mother got to be at times, but he had some rather odd things about him at times. Typically, those things tended to set him apart from the normal parts of the school and led people to avoid him. However, Lysander didn't mind it. He liked being who he was and even if he froze up around girls and got to be all stutters, he was happy to be whoever he was. He didn't really care what other people thought about him, to be honest. Though, admittedly, he did tend to be a bit embarrassed when people mentioned his mother and all the strange things that she was associated with. He loved her, sure, but sometimes her eccentricity was reflected on him and he hated it. He was awkward enough on his own, let alone with his mothers reputation at his heels.
It was for that reason that he tended to avoid any major social situations. He was generally happiest when he was on his own or with a very small, close knit group of people that he was comfortable with. Admittedly, there weren't many people that he actually found himself comfortable with, but that was okay with him. He liked having just a few people that he could depend on to be there to talk to when he needed. Well, mostly that was just Lorcan and Dean, but he found their company to be more than enough on most occasions. Besides, they didn't make him nervous like a lot of other people did. Nor were they females, which was a good thing as far as conversations went. It was terrible in the sense that he hadn't ever had a girlfriend before, however. Though, Lysander didn't mind that. Usually. He did think he'd make a fantastic boyfriend if he got past all the fear and stuttering.
Having gotten up early, Lysander was ready to start his day off right. Which, in his case, meant grabbing a book and disappearing to some far corner of the school where no one would be able to find him. It wasn't that he didn't like people at all, it was just that the majority of them scared him and he really hated that. People already thought he was strange enough and he didn't see any reason why he should make that any worse than it already was. Picking up a stack of books in the corner of his room that he had been working on, Lysander tucked them underneath his arm and shifted them so that he could carry them all comfortably along with him to wherever he found himself. Generally, Lysander hung out in a more remote locations in the castle, since that kept him safe from unwanted fails.
That morning, he found himself wandering down to sixth floor. It was quiet there and not many people were hanging around, so it seemed like a fairly decent place to spend the better part of his day. Finding a particularly quiet nook in the back of the hallways, Lysander settled down next to the wall and set up his pile of books in the order which he planned to read them in. He was the sort of guy that could easily find himself wrapped up in his little world there for the rest of the day and couldn't have cared less if anyone else came by or if he didn't eat. He was just happy to be doing one of the things he loved best. Opening up the fresh book to the first page, Lysander ran his hand along the crease and started to read, quickly getting caught up in the opening pages and losing sight of the rest of the world.
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Post by mikaela on May 3, 2011 19:37:59 GMT -5
To most people Kayla seemed to keep to herself and dislike company. That was partly true. The brunette certainly did keep to herself but she did enjoy company. It wasn't just that she didn't like being in large groups of people. It made her uncomfortable and often left out when it came to making conversations. Kayla was not a person of many words, unless you knew her quite well, which many people didn't. She really wanted to make friends and let people in, but the brunette was afraid that they would betray her in some way. She also lacked in friendship building skills that so many people seemed to have developed at a young age. A skill that the girl still hasn¡¯t acquired yet and she hated that. Whenever she talked to someone, most of the time she only uttered one or two words during the whole conversation. The brunette was a listener, not a speaker. If someone had forced to speak in front of a big group of people, she would probably just stammer through the whole thing.
She couldn't remember how her fear of speaking in front of people began. When she was younger she use to be the most talkative person on earth, or at least that was what her siblings told her. Kayla wasn't even sure if that was true. For a long time she had believed that they were lying and made up that story just so the brunette could feel better about herself. How could they remember that she was talkative when she couldn't herself? Eventually she believed them though. There had to be a time when she didn't have a fear of speaking in front of people. Maybe her fear started with her parents. Now that Kayla could believe. They weren't the best parents in the world. In fact she couldn't remember if there was a time where she had said good things about her parents instead of just criticizing them. She seemed to be doing that extremely often now days. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't find a good thing to say about them now was it? The girl had spent all the time at Hogwarts convincing herself that her parents had brought this on themselves. Which was so far from the truth, but there was no convincing the girl otherwise.
Kayla had woken up earlier this morning and was determined to finish reading her pile of books today. She has had those books since two days ago, and she often got frustrated when she didn't finish reading all her books in a day or less. It made the brunette calmer in a sense and it made her less irritable for the rest of the day. Books were the girl¡¯s best friend. Books were her only best friends. It was true that she talked to many people and seemed to be close to a select few of them, but Kayla didn't consider then friends. In her book you had to open up to people to have them considered as friends. Others may not believe that, but the brunette was firm when it comes to her beliefs. A lot of people have told her that she could be as stubborn as a mule sometimes, and the girl took it as a compliment. She had a knack for taking most things that she didn't want to hear into compliments, even if they weren't necessarily insults. Sometimes she had a habit of over exaggerating things.
Right now she could be found sitting in a chair in the common room reading. Currently she was reading a book about a zombie apocalypse her older brother had gotten her on a trip to America. Kayla had been so mad at him at that time for not bring her along, that he had promised to bring her something back. She had wanted a book, but a book about a zombie apocalypse was not what she had meant. It was something for her younger brother, who was into bugs and other stuff boys seemed into at that age. But now that she was reading the book, it wasn't that bad, but she was never going to admit it to her older brother. She would rather die than admit to him that he was right. Not only did the brunette hated being wrong, but her brother was so damn smug when she admitted that she was wrong. Kayla continued reading and was almost done with another chapter, when it suddenly became loud in the common room. It seemed as though everyone else had woken up know and the common room was now turning into a social event of some kind. She sighed and carefully inserted a bookmark and closed the book. If she was ever going to finish this book, she was going to have to finish it somewhere quieter.
Kayla stepped out of the common room and began to search for a quiet place. Of course there was always the library, but most of the time there was more talking and socializing than reading and studying. After some searching, she finally found a quiet hallways where there didn¡¯t seem to be too many people around. The brunette sat down against the wall and was about to open her book and finish her book, when she spotted Lysander, who was reading. Now Kayla was someone who usually didn¡¯t disturb someone, especially when that person was reading, but she hadn¡¯t talked to him for a long time, and the brunette also enjoyed his company. Despite the fact that Lysander always got nervous around her, and she didn¡¯t know why, but she found him to be quite intelligent, unlike some people she knew. She stood up and walked to where he was. ¡°Hi Lysander,¡± Kayla said softly, and poked him gently on the arm just in case he didn¡¯t hear her, which she was pretty certain he didn¡¯t.
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Post by lysander on May 5, 2011 18:49:11 GMT -5
When going about and choosing which books he was going to red for the week, Lysander typically wasn't all too picky on the types of books that he read. He was the kind of guy that could pick up anything and instantly find something about it that could interest him, be it a history book or an adventure novel. As far as he was concerned, every book had a purpose and was worth taking the time to sit down in a corner with and spend a few hours reading through it. Whatever it may have been about, some author somewhere had put a good deal of work into crafting it and each novel had a special feel to it that Lysander loved to pick up on. Even if, at times, the content itself wasn't always the most fascinating subject for him, the craft of the book itself could easily captivate him and draw him into the pages with ease. That was why, when he went to the library, he simply walked through the aisles and picked books of the shelf with little rhyme or reason to his choices. Some people found it a strange habit, but it worked for Lysander and kept him interested in what he was reading. When it was always something different and new, he could never complain about it getting dull.
The first book in his pile for the day was a fairly large volume that, at first glance, didn't have all too much going on with it. The cover was plain, just a simple gold lettering with the title "Forays Into the Minds of the Powerful." Now, Lysander wasn't one with overly high ambitions when it came to things such as power or positioning in the Ministry, but he still found it absolutely fascinating to read about. Though he didn't intend to pursue such a lofty career and would much have preferred to stay a simple author, it was something that he could read for ages. Anything that dealt with the psychology of getting ahead and bending the minds of the people around you was something that Lysander took in and simmered on in his mind. As he opened the first page and started to read the introduction, he could tell that it was going to be one of those books where he sat down, opened them and then read them the entire way through without getting up.
However, that was not to be the case that afternoon. Before he was even through the first chapter, he heard a voice talking at him from the side and a hand lightly tapping at his arm. Typically, Lysander wasn't all too jumpy. However, when he was as engrossed in a book as he was just now and the voice was undeniably female, he couldn't help but hop to the side and nearly tumble to the ground from where he was seated. Closing the book softly so it didn't get harmed, he sat it back down on his stack of books and swiveled his head to see who it was that was initiating some conversation with him. Honestly, he was a tad surprised that anyone would think to be in such a place as this and with the intention to talk to him of all people. He wasn't exactly the first choice of people to talk to, when it came down to it.
His eyes widened slightly when he saw that it was Mikaela and he nervously bit down on his lip to keep from squeaking anxiously at her arrival. She was one of those girls that tended to have the overall effect of scaring the hell out of him. All pretty girls made him nervous, but Mikaela was probably one of the worst. He knew she hated that it was the case, but he couldn't help but be nervous around her. Try as he might to stay calm and normal, she was still awfully pretty and stuttering just kind of happened. "Ah..mm, K-Kayla, hey," he nodded, his face turning beet red as he spoke. He probably already looked like a completely nervous goofus to her and anything more that he did would, inevitably, just make him look that much worse.
Hopping up to his feet he bobbed his head in an awkward greeting, hoping that it wouldn't turn into a total disaster. His hopes, however, were rather slim. "Err..you...how are you?" he asked, glancing up at her with a cautious smile. He knew that she hated when he got nervous around her and he was trying his best to be chill and relaxed, but it just wasn't happening for him. Even with him actively trying not to turn red and freak out slightly, he was. Eventually, hopefully, he would calm down to the point where he could have a normal conversation with her, but the skittishness probably wouldn't fade for awhile, if at all. At the very least, he was now able to give her a genuine smile to show that he was quite glad to see her there. Even if he did enjoy his reading, he liked to see other people around once in awhile as well. It was a break in the general sameness of most of his life and that could be nice at times.
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