Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 20, 2016 19:12:11 GMT -6
ripped at every edge
Iz was pretty sure most normal people didn't go out to the Forest edge when it was....well, actually, she wasn't sure how cold it was. Freezing, probably. But, anyhow, the point of this train of thought was that most people would have stayed inside. She, however, was always so antsy and desperate for an opportunity to see greenery of any assortment, so she pretty much rushed out of the castle whenever she had a spare moment away from homework and classes, no matter the weather.
She had come out to the forest's edge, her hand extended to graze the various leaves and greenery as she strolled down the length of the vast forest. She was just letting her thoughts ferment, her mind muddling through the darkness she so often fought through. Her wrists were itchy, which meant that the most recent scars were starting to heal. She never healed them magically, mostly because she was afraid using magic like that as often as she needed it would have some sort of negative consequences. She'd told herself the last time would be the last time. She was always wrong when she told herself that.
At least the sight of green was calming. Her depression, and the urges it brought, were always worse in the winter, when her precious plants were hidden from her by a layer of snow. Her eyes snapped up when she heard a twig snapping nearby - for once, the ever social Izabel was not looking forward to the idea of company.
Cold wasn't something that bothered Noah. Even when the weather was at its coldest, he would still happily head outside. He'd left the common room that morning in search of his siblings, but upon failing that, he'd just gone outside. If they didn't want to be around him, fine. He'd go somewhere they couldn't find him either.
The snow crunched under his shoes as he walked, and Noah found himself angled towards the forest rather than the lake for once. The air was crisp and refreshing and he could feel any latent stress slipping away the longer he walked. Or maybe he was just going numb from the cold. That was also a highly possible option, but he liked to think he was just less stressed. It was much nicer than potential hypothermia.
A few paces ahead of him, he saw a shock of bright hair among all of the stark white that blanketed the castle and grounds. There were only a few people with hair that wonderful in the school, and he'd know that one anywhere, even if he'd never talked to the girl it belonged to. He knew she was a few years above him and that she was very, very pretty, though. Thinking that maybe he'd catch up to her and strike up a conversation while no one else was around to bother them, he froze when he saw her move. Clearly she'd heard him and was startled by it. Oops.
Moving a bit closer, he called out, "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Dec 29, 2016 21:23:20 GMT -6
ripped at every edge
Her eyes landed on her new company. A small smile drifted across her face as she recognized the face of a fellow Slytherin. He was a little younger but admittedly not too terrible to look at, if she was being completely honest with herself. "Oh, hey Noah. You didn't scare me. I just....didn't expect another person to be out here, is all." She asked, smoothing her hair a little nervously as she watched him approach.
She tried to compose herself into a friendlier version, the outward face she used when she interacted with people, rather than the inward mess she felt herself to be. "Shouldn't you be causing chaos somewhere in the castle?" She asked, smirking at him, speaking on his reputation for starting trouble.
Though he had been worried about startling her and having her tell him to leave, Noah was pleasantly surprised when she smiled instead. Perhaps he hadn't actually scared her at all, or perhaps she was just good at covering it up. He didn't know the girl well enough to judge the situation even if he'd seen her around before.
"I was looking for my sisters and brother, but they're nowhere to be found," he replied simply. It was common knowledge that the four Becketts spent as much time as they could together, being in the four different houses. "So I decided to go somewhere they wouldn't find me either." It wasn't the most flawless logic he could have come up with, but it was all he had to offer.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Jan 31, 2017 21:04:21 GMT -6
ripped at every edge.
Izzy sort of made it her business to know people, to recognize faces. This was especially true when it came to those in her own house. Of course, being a part of the only set of quadruplets currently attending Hogwarts, she recognized Noah. She was good with names, she’d had to be what with the constant shuffling of people that had played parts in her early life.
“Well, I’ll be the first to tell you, not many people come out here.” She admitted. “Especially not when it’s this cold.” She supposed that made her sound like one of the loonies, but it didn’t matter. He was out here as well. At the mention of his siblings, her eyes locked on him with mounting interest. Perhaps it was because she didn’t even know if she had blood siblings of her own or not, but she found the family fascinating. “You must spend a lot of time with them, anyhow. Does it ever get tiresome, having three siblings your age?” She asked, merely curious.
He had sort of been banking on people not coming out to the forest when it was cold. That was the whole point of his trip outside, but he didn't say as much because it was pretty obvious already. He wasn't going to complain about running into someone so pretty on his adventure though, even if he had been meaning to avoid people. Mostly his siblings. They were rude and nowhere to be seen.
When she started asking him about his siblings, he could have groaned. She wasn't the first to be interested in the four of them, seeing how there was only one set of four roaming around, and she certainly wouldn't be the last. "It can at times, when you just want space to yourself," he admitted. "It also makes standing out a bit more difficult, and the need to be the best is even greater." That was probably true for any set of siblings though, the constant competition to be the one in the favor of other people.
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Feb 15, 2017 19:22:47 GMT -6
ripped at every edge.
When Izabel expressed interest in people, especially their families, it didn't really come from a place of malice or morbid curiosity. Mostly, she just wanted to hear more. She was a product of thirteen families, fourteen if you counted her actual parents as one. She just wanted to hear more about how people lived a normal, stable life at home. She envied them for it, almost. She would have given anything to have a home when she was younger.
She listened to him carefully, tilting her head as she did so. "But isn't it nice just to be....a part of something? To have people you know you can always rely on? Who will always be there for you?" She asked. Then, she realized how that must have sounded. "I'm sorry it's just...I didn't really have a family, not a real one, until I was 8. And all I ever wanted was siblings, brothers or sisters I could lean on, you know?"
Noah had never known a life without his brother and sisters. If he was lucky, he never would. But because of that it was difficult for him to imagine a life of solitude. Growing up in such a large household, privacy was a rare commodity. It was something to be cherished when things got a little too chaotic. It was something that he relished in at school from time to time, having finally gotten a space to himself. But he supposed he couldnt fault other people for wanting the opposite. He wouldn't trade his siblings for anything after all, even if they were annoying at times.
"You don't have to have siblings to have people you can rely on," he pointed out. There was value in having good friends, ones that were so close they might as well be family too. "There are a lot of ways to make sure you have people that are there for you. It doesn't necessarily always have to be by blood."
Post by IZABEL KYLEE PYNE on Oct 7, 2017 21:16:55 GMT -6
ripped at every edge
Izabel thought that Noah had a good point. However, her time in her foster homes had made her realize many things. One of those things was that you never could truly rely on people - because they tended to let you down. So, blood or not, it didn't seem to matter. People left. People changed their mind.
"Do you really believe that friends will always be there for you, though? That they aren't using you out of some factor of their own personal gain? Because, from what I've found....people always have something they want." She said, scuffing her foot across the dirt as she spook, eyes averted downwards.