It was weird, being an adult. By many accounts, Lyz was still very childish - she had a silly sense of humor, and quite often failed to take things seriously. This may bother the more serious people, for example, the fellow healers she worked with. However, the children she worked with seemed to love the way she saw the world, and how she really listened to what they had to say. And, to her, that was all the liking she needed.
She was out in the city, getting some air during her lunch break. It was very uncommon for her to even leave St. Mungo's, as she found the whole place fascinating, but even the hardest workers needed a breather. Plus, today had been kinda boring. She had just purchased an ice cream, and was rounding a corner to go eat it in a nearby park. It was hardly a healthy lunch, but whatever. As she came around the corner, she ran smack into none other than one Annabelle....well was it Pyne now? Probably not yet. "Oh hello there." She said, greeting the girl she had once hated with an actual smile, managing to save the ice cream from tumbling. "Fancy meeting you here."
Lyz liked her new work. It was rewarding, interesting....everything she had dreamed healing could be. But she didn't get to see the people she cared about every day. Everett, Damien, Wayland, Izabel....even Annabelle now - the two were on a sort of trial friendship basis. To be honest, it was kind of weird not hating the girl. But, it was working so far.
Since she had the day off, Lyz decided to bother one of the people in question that she needed to see most, one Mr. Everett Grier. She knew he worked at the Magical Menagerie now, so she took her chances by wandering through Diagon Alley. Luckily, when she walked through the door, she spotted him almost immediately.
Because he had his back to her, she snuck up behind him. He was talking to another customer, so she 'patiently' waited until he was done. Then, before he could turn around, she put her hands in front of his eyes (which was kinda hard - when had he gotten so tall?) and played her usual game. "Guess who?"
Lyz frowned even more at him now. She hated secrets - she was a terribly nosy person - and hated even more when her friends kept secrets from her. Huffing a little, Lyz tried to decide her next course of action. Another idea slowly crept into her mind and, as it did, a sly, familiar smile slid onto her face.
"Fine. You don't want to talk about it? Then you're going to have to think of some other activity that will keep me amused." She said, in what clearly was meant to be a suggestive tone. She was entertained easily by a small collection of things, and, the digging having hit a dead end, she turned to another way she knew to entertain herself.
She liked helping people - at her core, that was what she had always felt like she was supposed to do. So comforting Annabelle in this moment wasn't all that out of nature for her, as much as Anna painted her to be an evil gremlin. She patted the girl's back gently, shaking her head. "Of course I won't tell anyone. Though, it's no secret you two love each other very much. Anyone with eyes could see that."
Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Lyz liked to think that she could read people. Especially when she'd been friends with those certain people for years. And especially when that friend wore such an air of confusion and oddness that she simply could not ignore it. So, maybe it meant she would have to dig a little. That was fine.
Clearing her throat, Lyz arched a brow. "C'mon Evie. You and I both know that's not the whole story. Won't you tell me what's really bothering you? Since when do we keep secrets?" She asked, huffing and frowning a little.
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Jul 24, 2017 19:00:36 GMT -6
The boy was successfully tackled to the ground without much effort, which pleased Lyz. His answer, however, did not. "Please. I'm in seventh year too, you know. I have time to bother you. Surely that goes both ways." She said, pouting a bit for effect before rolling off of him. Probably, the reason why she was so calm was that she had figured out her future career practically upon her arrival to Hogwarts. Healing had always been her answer.
She remained lounging on the ground, but rolled to prop on an elbow to examine the boy beside her. "What's really bothering you? You seem tense. Do you need a massage? I give a great shoulder massage, you know." She said, wriggling the fingers of her free hand at him.
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Jul 24, 2017 18:56:20 GMT -6
She didn't really understand what was going on, she didn't even comprehend the possibility of a boggart, until Annabelle cast the spell. Though spoken in a weak voice, it was effective. The dead Wayland was made humorous and thus defeated, and Lyzbeth moved to shove it back in the wardrobe from which it had presumably sprung. She had to sort of move Annabelle off of the top of the body, though, as she had resumed a position of laying upon it even after casting the spell. When that was done, she turned to face the broken girl behind her.
The girl was nearly in hysterics from what Lyzbeth could tell. She was hesitant, but only for a second, before she collected the girl in her arms in an entirely friendly gesture. "Shhhh, Anna. It's gone now. It wasn't real. Didn't you see? Your spell worked, even though you were really upset. You did a good job."
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Jun 10, 2017 14:10:48 GMT -6
Ah, parental separation. Half the time, Lyz thought her own parents would be fine, if they decided to do that. Her dead-beat dad seemed to only drag them down. Maybe, if her mom left him, she could find someone who could actually provide for the family. But, then again, her mom never much liked her suggestions. "Ah, isn't parental drama such fun? But Brasil! That's awesome. Do you remember much about it?" Lyz asked, ever eager and curious.
She nodded now - the story made more sense. "You must have had a lot to get used to....did you learn English as your second language, then?" She asked. She'd always been interested in languages. Currently, she was learning a bit of French, but it was kind of slow going.
We are the poisoned Youth
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Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Jun 4, 2017 20:23:31 GMT -6
She felt like everyone was being boring, so far this term. Wayland was with grumpy old Annabelle, as per usual. Damien was still being weird, even broodier than usual. And, Everett? Who even knew where that boy was half the time. Mentally or physically. Honestly, she was finding the whole lot of them to be fairly boring. She needed excitement! She needed adventure.
She had come outside in the hopes of finding just that. Sometimes the fresh air could clear her head, and Lyz was hopeful that it would help her, even when she felt as restless as she did today. She'd strolled out onto the lawns, flouncing along, using her hands to fan out the pleats of the light skirt she wore every few steps, a form of entertainment. As she moved along, she caught sight of a familiar figure across the lawns.
Growing excited at the sight, Lyz sprinted the space between them, and tackled him decisively to the ground, landing on top of him in a fairly unladylike way. "Eveeeerett." She said, drawing out his name. "You've been hiding from me." She said, declaring him guilty right away, rather than asking a question.
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Jun 4, 2017 20:09:09 GMT -6
Lyz nodded excitedly. She didn't exactly want to talk the girl's ear off or anything, but she loved healing. She could have talked about it for hours, if given the chance. But, as lovely and attentive as Gabriela seemed, she hardly needed to be self-centered. It wasn't hard for her to be interested in other people, anyhow - she loved learning quirks and oddities, hopes and dreams.
She had asked the girl about her family, and was greeted by a sort of odd answer, to be honest. "What do you mean, you might not know if you have any half-siblings?" She asked, cocking her head curiously. She might have a ton of brothers, but she at least knew of all of their existence with complete assurance.
We are the poisoned Youth
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Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Mar 27, 2017 17:30:40 GMT -6
shadows of the mess you made.
Well. The more she went to classes, the more Lyzbeth found them to be less and less useful. She thought that a lot of what they'd really, truly need to survive practically in the world, besides the essential bookwork, was something that people needed to learn through social interactions. And, frankly, class time took too much of that time she could have been using to....expand her social circle. Such a waste, truly.
She'd gotten up with the full intent of heading to her first lesson, but, after eating her breakfast, felt a bit ill. A migraine was moving its way to the forefront of her brain, an affliction she was sure she could thank her lovely absentee father for, seeing as it appeared her mother had suffered one. Another wonderful gift from dear old dad.
Deciding to skip her first lesson for favor of what she hoped would be an empty, abandoned sixth year girl dorm, she headed up the stairs slowly. As the headache snuck in more, the lights began to feel brighter, and the sounds began to seem louder. This was especially true when a scream rang down the stairwell as she climbed, echoing off the stone walls. Flinching, Lyz was instantly worried. She was unsure of whom the scream belonged to, but it was not a scream that sounded like someone was joking or had been slightly startled. That was the scream of someone who was scared out of their mind.
Quickening her pace, Lyz reached the door of the dorm room, throwing it open, fairly certain the scream had originated from behind this particular door. Her eyes landed on Annabelle instantly, knelt beside the very, very still body of what she could only assume was Wayland. Lyz's pulse began to race - she didn't understand what was going on, she didn't know what was happening - and she rushed over to the brunette's side.
Whatever animosity normally hung between the pair of female Gryffindors was gone, at least for now. Lyz could only stare wide eyed, looking between Annabelle and Wayland, her mind to preoccupied to notice the rippling in the skin of the Wayland-boggart as it struggled to figure out Lyz's fear, wanting to take on component of that as well. For now, though, it remained mostly Wayland bound. "Anna? What's going on? What's happened?" She asked, her mind finally snapping into focus, her hands reaching down, touching the body, trying to find a pulse point, trying to understand, her mind not choosing to believe what her eyes were seeing.
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Mar 11, 2017 23:51:05 GMT -6
put on your war paint.
She was clearly hitting a sore spot, and this fact was not lost on her, not one bit. However, as Anna's temper grew, Lyz's own amusement did as well. It was so much fun, hitting a vein of Anna's. It was actually far too easy. Perhaps the other girl should work on shielding her weaknesses. "Oh, Anna. You really need to learn how to have some fun. Might as well play the field before you get tied down for the rest of your life, don't you think?" She asked. She was not ashamed of her actions, she was a teenage girl who was having fun, and there was nothing seriously wrong with that. "And, it's sweet of you to worry about me, but I'll be fine. I'm plenty charming, you'll find." She said, smirking at the girl. Being alone was probably the last thing she was worried about in this world.
Next, when Anna seemed to get grossed out about bodily fluids, Lyz snort-laughed in amusement. She was more attracted to personality and the essence of a person than gender, but Annabelle had never been anyone who was remotely interesting to her in that way. She was pretty, but far too difficult and dramatic for Lyz's taste. "Oh, sorry, forgot you like to pull that prude act even though we all know you and Wayland can't keep it in your pants for more than like ten seconds..." She said, giggling a little to herself.
When Anna tossed the magazine her way, Lyz let it drop to the floor beside her bed, not even making an attempt to catch it. "Oh, yes. Go attend to your big, important Prefect duties. Make sure you enjoy this sense of being needed now, during school, before you enter the real world and realize how limited your skill set truly is." She said, watching the brunette retreat. "The pleasure was all mine, as usual."
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Mar 11, 2017 23:41:44 GMT -6
we are the poisoned youth.
She grinned widely when she realized that Gabriela was going to play along with her game. This was the sort of person Lyz liked to be around - someone playful, someone fun. Someone who didn't seem to take the ups and downs of everyday life too seriously. "Interesting choice, interesting choice." She said, surprised by the girl's answer. "I like Healing...that's what I want to do, when I leave Hogwarts. Be a Healer." She explained.
She leaned slightly closer to the other girl, without really realizing she was doing so, tilting her head as she listened. "I dunno, it's mostly just gotten me in trouble in my current experience. But, I mean, what's life without a little bit of trouble now and then, anyhow, right? Keeps things interesting." She said. "Now another question for you....any siblings?"
Post by LYZBETH WILLOW SHEPHARD on Mar 11, 2017 23:36:26 GMT -6
i'm the best you've ever had.
She smiled again, temporarily distracted by the noise, her mind racing ahead of their current actions to much more fun ones. She bent down to kiss him again, pressing her hips closer, her intentions pretty clear at this point. Her voice may be saying one thing, but her actions made it clear that she wasn't exactly opposed to what was happening. Her teasing could only be drawn out for so much longer.
With a soft sigh, she pulled away a little, looking down at him again, shrugging. "I mean, surely you're not enjoying the freezing temperatures either? I know I'm distracting, but even I'm not that good." She countered, smirking at him.