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Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Kevin Reyes Attire Work Out Clothes HouseYear Gryffindor3rd Year Wand 9, Willow, Dragon Heartstring Location Training Room Tagging Anyone, Paxton Time Tuesday September 5, 2073,Afternoon As Paxton spoke Kevin listened he always listened to his teachers that was just the type of student he was. When the weight came flying Kevin reacted quickly with a swish of his wand, his mouth not uttering a word as the weight burst into pieces that burned up and floated down to the floor. The young man then looked to Paxton with his wand clutched in his hands just in case something else came flying at him, I'm pretty decent with magic I didn't want to cheat during the fight plus that guy could blast me to pieces if he wanted even if I tried to catch him off guard ,Kevin stated shakily. He knew who Chadwick was from hearing about him from different people one of them being his father and after meeting the man he was sure everything he had heard was true. I know he shouldn't have been able to overtake me that's why I've asked for extra help he can teach me things I don't know, I want to be one of the best auror's the ministry has ever seen ,he admitted. Kevin had wanted it all his life and he knew what he had to do to be the best and knew that Chadwick, while harsh with some of his lessons, would be able to make him one of the best. I'm sure you could teach me some things too sir. Again his words came out before he could think about it, he just wanted to learn and sometimes his eagerness made him a bit forward but if he had both Fettel and Braeden giving him lessons he knew he was sure to go far with his career of choice.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Kevin Reyes Attire Work Out Clothes HouseYear Gryffindor3rd Year Wand 9, Willow, Dragon Heartstring Location Training Room Tagging Anyone, Paxton Time Tuesday September 5, 2073,Afternoon Kevin began to back away as Paxton walked towards him, he knew the man wasn't alive nor could he be defeated, well not easily if there were a way. Yes the boy did his research as much of it as he could and he knew what kind of danger the man before him was just like he knew what kind of danger Chadwick was. Paxton's words chilled Kevin to the bone and his heart began to race the closer the man got to him and then he asked that question and for once Kevin didn't have an answer, then the pain came it was excruciating and he felt so invaded. Then his answer came I'd do exactly what Chadwick would....retreat....a smart man....k-knows w-what he can handle....and w-what to w-walk away f-from ,Kevin stated through gritted teeth. Chadwick had blatantly said those words in his lesson during the day and Kevin noticed the man look to Paxton as he uttered the words and now he knew why Chadwick glanced over at the man.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton, Kevin. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Noelle hurried up the stairs and then along the corridors. Her mind was still a bit muddled, but the image she'd seen in her tea leaves had been quite clear--Grim. And the vision? She could hardly deny that either. It wasn't often that such visions befell her, nor with such clarity, but when they did they were usually correct. She just wished she understood how and why they happened and how she could call upon them at will. But she supposed that was something she might never learn. Divinity wasn't the most precise of arts and sometimes it felt like she would never truly come to understand her true potential or how exactly to harness it. Finally, Noelle reached the Training Room. As she neared the door, she could feel the energy growing, could sense it. Grim, she muttered, her voice shaking slightly. With a hesitant hand, she opened the door and entered, her pale eyes wide as she looked upon Fettel and the student he was with.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton, Kevin. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. The tension in the air was quite thick and there was a deafening silence before Fettel's voice suddenly broke it. The boy standing there was one Noelle recognized, though she didn't know him, had never spoken to him. Was he Gryffindor? Yes, he had to be and from the looks of it a bit older than herself. Noelle stood there rooted to the floor, though her legs felt like jelly. As she let go of the door's handle she suddenly worried that it had been a grave mistake. Almost instantly, she could feel her weight bearing down on her legs--the weight of her body, her bag. Licking her lips, she allowed her bag to slip down her arm and onto the floor with a soft thud. She blinked her eyes several time as the scene unfolded before her. I... I did, Noelle admitted trying to sound unfazed though she knew she was doing a poor job of it--so unlike how she was usually able to cope with things. Her mind suddenly filled with confused thoughts again and, just like that, it was as if she was standing in that corridor earlier that afternoon. She could hear those acidic words, words meant to hurt and be cruel. Yet, why the thoughts--thoughts of smiles and kisses? She honestly didn't understand it. Noelle suddenly turned to look at the boy Fettel had been 'working' with and she swallowed hard. He seemed rattled to say the least. Just what had happened? Just what had she interrupted? And why was she constantly being drawn to places where he was? This first day back to university definitely was not going as expected and it made her wonder if it foretold of how the year would be unfolding for her... curse divining and damned speculations! Trying her best to brush off her nervousness, Noelle just smiled in return, her gaze shifting back to Fettel. And see. It suits you.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Kevin Reyes Attire Work Out Clothes HouseYear Gryffindor3rd Year Wand 9, Willow, Dragon Heartstring Location Training Room Tagging Anyone, Paxton Time Tuesday September 5, 2073,Afternoon Kevin gritted his teeth as the pain continued to course through him then Paxton mentioned his father. The young man never spoke of his father and very few people knew about his problems at home, Paxton was reading him. He barely noticed the young woman walk into the room all Kevin could hear was Paxton questioning him and Kevin couldn't answer any of them. Yes he was scared but he grew angry at the mention of his father, he didn't like people knowing there was no need for anyone but him to know. When Paxton finally let go Kevin let out a sigh of relief, his eyes shifted to the young woman in the room briefly before they went back to Paxton. After a few moments Kevin regained himself and stood up he looked at the other two people in the room before shooting a look at Paxton, his eyes were filled with anger and hurt. He grabbed his bag then left without another word he had to be alone for a little while. Exits to Gryffindor Boy's Dorm
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton sees Kevin. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Noelle's eyes widened briefly as she watched her fellow Gryffindor storm out of the Training Room. He looked angry, livid and from the looks of things wouldn't be back any time soon. She turned to look at her bag that had slipped from her arm and onto the floor and then to Fettel. She tilted her head as she thought on the tea leaves she'd seen... why had she seen a Grim when no one had died? How... odd... She furrowed her brow as her expression went distant, her thoughts swirling as she tried to make sense of it. Damned tea leaves and their many interpretations! But why did she know to come to the Training Room? Why? She looked back at Fettel, her face relaxing slightly though her nerves still running rampant. Grim... grim... that was the second time she'd seen the image and each time... Suddenly, Noelle's tummy lurched. There couldn't be a connection. No. The leaves were playing with her head. They could do that, she knew it far too well. But the vision... Damn! This was becoming most bothersome, but she couldn't deny the pull or what she'd 'seen'. Letting out a tiny sigh, she finally bent over and reached for her bag that was still resting on the floor. Didn't mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing, Noelle then stated, her thoughts muddled and more than confused.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Noelle watched Fettel stalk closer and closer, her feet rooted to the floor as she stood there. Her eyes went wide as she stared into his, a sense of panic suddenly trying to take over and consume. She could feel the fear bubbling up from within--fear mixed with confusion as her thoughts whirled about in her muddled mind. I... I... Noelle stammered, her arm going limp causing her bag to slip back to the floor with a thud. No, I wasn't following you. Not anyone... She tried to swallow, but it felt strange. Fettel's hand about her throat made the sensation feel forced, strained. Difficult. At that, she reached up to try and pry his hands off, but it was of no use. She couldn't touch him. She was at his mercy. Noelle looked into Fettel's eyes, her thoughts going back to that morning and the conversation she'd had with the Slytherin girl. She'd seen the Grim in her tea cup among other things... but that Grim... And how quickly that conversation had turned strange, causing her thoughts to drift on things she hadn't expected, to imagine being kissed by the very man gripping her throat just now. But even stranger still, shortly after, she bumped into him. A chance encounter? Perhaps... And then later when having her snack, again she saw the Grim. It led her to where she was now. Grim... Grim... It's you... Noelle mumbled. Suddenly it all became clear. The leaves didn't lie. They never did. She'd been too wrapped up in worry about preventing death when they'd been foretelling her that she'd meet it, cross paths with one already on the other side. The leaves never lied. Not ever. They brought me to you...
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Noelle's breaths shortened even more and the ability to swallow seemed even more labored. She looked up into Fettel's eyes, those eyes that seemed to look straight into her soul... Could he see into her soul? Could he see that far? She could only begin to guess, her thoughts were going wild, running amok as her heart began to pound. Licking at her lips in a vain attempt to wet them, she felt her eyes suddenly tear up. The tea leaves... she whispered, her head shaking. They never lie. Never. As she stared into his face, she suddenly pictured him smiling--that single thought of his lips turning upward, showing some kind of happiness, some kind of... and then, in the blink of an eye, she imagined them against her own again.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Noelle's pale eyes darted to the side as she watched Fettel's hand rise up, reaching out... Was he going to touch her? Her breaths sped up, her heart pounded even harder. She shifted her eyes back to his. Her eyes were welling with tears as she looked at him, her mind a frenzy of thought as her emotions bubbled up from within, rolling off of her in waves. She felt a tear fall from one eye. And then another from the other one. And his hand... was that his hand she felt? It couldn't be... it was just energy. She knew this... but it felt so real... I... I can't help what I think... Noelle whimpered in admission. Just then, as she looked into Fettel's eyes, she tilted her head in curious wonder. How... how do you even know what I'm thinking? she asked. Her cheeks began to redden at the realization that her mind was an open book to this man... just what other thoughts of hers had he witnessed? He'd alluded to the fact that she'd 'kept' on having such thoughts so he must've read her earlier... Oh Merlin! Noelle felt her cheeks burn even more. Had Fettel read her earlier thoughts about the more passionate kiss? The open mouthed kiss? The one that... Suddenly, she closed her eyes. Her thoughts were wandering again. And he saw them. Fettel saw! He knew! Everything she thought, he'd know! Biting down on her lip, she dared to open her eyes once more. Though as she did, she couldn't get those thoughts out of her head. Damn fear! She wanted to run, to hide... something! But she couldn't. As she looked at him, she felt another tear roll down her cheek.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. As Fettel walked away, Noelle brought up a hand and began wiping at her eyes. She wished they hadn't teared up, that the salty liquid hadn't spilled from them only to streak along her pale face. It was mortifying and even more so with that look of loathing that crossed his face each and every time he looked her way. Was she truly that repulsive? Could the tea leaves truly have meant to bring her to him? Tea leaves never lie. Noelle knew the leaves always spoke the truth of the matter. It was just a matter of understanding how to interpret them. The art of interpretation was tricky, a difficult task for even the most skilled Diviners. But she planned to turn it into an art form, to learn it, live it, breathe it. And she would, especially after this experience. Tea leaves never lie. They brought her to him . But the question now was why ? Perhaps it was to understand this link shared between them. Fettel could read her thoughts, though Noelle felt relief to know that some were still her own. But even still, this was new ground, new territory, something never seen before in the magical world or the Muggle one. It was a mystery to say the least and it sparked a curiosity within her inner Ravenclaw to understand it, to see why it mattered. I... I have no plans on trying to go inside your head, Noelle then said as she sniffled softly. I... I wouldn't do that to you. Her look showed sincerity, though she doubted that it mattered. Fettel had spewed enough acid her way to make it clear that anything she said or did mattered little. But a part of that gave her some courage, something she needed given everything. And I feel sorry for you, she added, finding her Gryffindor boldness. It's a pity not to feel or express kindness or passion... no wonder you never smile.
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone Paxton. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Noelle winced, her head turning slightly as fear wracked her entire body the moment Fettel turned around. He'd moved so swiftly, faster than she could have ever anticipated anyone could have moved. Never had she'd seen anyone or anything move so quickly. But then, she'd never seen anyone or anything like Fettel before. He was no ordinary ghost, not like the ones to roam the halls of the castle and certainly not like the ones to roam the forests. No. He was something else, something entirely different, something... Trembling, Noelle, found herself terrified to look at Fettel. Though despite it all, her morbid curiosity got the better of her. Slowly, she dared herself to look. As she whimpered softly, her eyes opened and she looked at him. Her eyes were still glistening from her earlier tears only now they were glazed with the fear he was instilling inside of her. Why was he doing this? Was he pushing her away? Why? The Grim in the tea leaves had brought her to him... For what purpose? Twice now they'd brought her to him. Noelle had no doubts any longer that they'd persist. I... I don't think I can... she whispered after Fettel had finally let go of her, walking away to leave her where she was. As she watched him, she just stood there confused, her mind trying to understand everything that was going on and no doubt would continue. And what was worse, what was more... she was trying to understand the sensations she was feeling inside each time the man 'touched' her or came near. Just what were these tea leaves trying to tell her?
Thread: The Training Room

Name Nickname Noelle Whitman Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Holly, Dragon heartstring, 9 in, fairly flexible. Location The Training Room. Tagging Anyone. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Early evening. Noelle just furrowed her eyebrows as she watched Fettel leave. Feeling confused and even a bit frightened, she knew the tea leaves were trying to tell her something and work their purpose. They never lied despite being trick to interpret. Once alone, she stood there for several moments, her mind a swirl of all the events that had transpired throughout the day. It would be difficult trying to make sense of it all, so she decided not to bother. And after what had just happened, the last place she wanted to go was anywhere anyone else might be. Deciding it best to be alone and calling it an early night, she decided to head back to her room where she could just end her day and go to sleep. She just hope she had no dreams interrupting her sleep... at least she knew the tea leaves wouldn't bother her in such a state. Grabbing her bag, Noelle quietly walked toward the door of the Training Room and peered outside. Thankfully, the corridors seemed relatively empty. Letting out a tiny sigh, she left the room and began making her way to the Gryffindor dorms only unlike most times she felt no urge to hum or sing. Noelle exits the the Gryffindor Girls' Dorms
Thread: Clashing Energies [skunkhide + SecretPsycho]

Cybil stood up on one of the balconies. He hated these damned gatherings that were hosted. There were too many people, too much faking, and everything was nothing more than a performance put on for the sake of looking good. He leaned against the railing of the balcony, empty wine glass in hand and hoping to get away, even if it was for a little bit. The prince was one many children and prided himself on his blood. He was blessed with Northern blood, displayed in the long white hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and golden eyes. He was not the eldest child, but also not the youngest by far. He had sent his servant off to go fetch him more wine and was thinking about heading back soon. The balcony area was pretty empty as the party was going on inside, since it had gotten cool out with the night winds blowing in. He thought over the fact that things were not going so well in the kingdom, yet the higher class still thought it was a great time to entertain themselves. Cybil. Come on, the party is not out here, it is in there. Get in there or else I shall not be your brother anymore. He heard the familiar voice of one of his brothers, Jove. His personality was a stark difference with from Cybil's, he was much more social and for him, life was all about pleasure. There are many lovely women as well. The elder brother grinned. Blind or not, Jove still knew beauty and he grabbed Cybil's arm, not leaving him room to complain as he dragged him in. I do not want to go in and you know that I do not plan to wed, Jove. He sighed, but followed after him, knowing there was no way out once Jove had decided something. Now he was going to be forced to socialize with people. Once there he grabbed himself another glass of wine, deciding it was his family that bothered him more than the other people. Once there he looked around, trying to find someone he knew well enough to hold a conversation with, or at least did not seem like they were from a rival family. Anything to get Jove from coming back and bothering him even more.
Thread: Will he accept me? (RV + Assume)

It had been six months by now since he'd left them. Susan was still hurt by his actions, and despite the support from her parents, she knew it was time to not only move on, but begin working extra. She had a part time job already, working at a local administration office, though the pay wasn't enough to support her, the house and her young son. Just the thought of losing him was enough to push her towards that inevitabel chasm that meant sacrificing her own being to protect him. But she wasn't just there yet. The thoughts had changed in her head, she'd changed her clothing partially already. She wore tighter clothes than usually, sometimes wandering around in the small house wearing a long shirt and leggings only. Though she could tell her son wasn't aware of it, she was trying to get a reaction from him. She wasn't that tall, only standing at 5'2, with long wavy auburn hair. The one child she had already hadn't taken much on her with birth and all, she was still slim, curvy like a woman should be. Though she was nearing the age of 35 soon, she was still looking at least five years younger as she moved about the house. Today she was wearing her work clothes, it was afternoon so she was off, waiting for her son to get home. She wore a white, buttoned up shirt, clinging to her sides, showing off her curves somewhat and a tight skirt, clinging around her thighs, along with black stockings. She was a bit anxious as she paced the living room. She'd looked up an ad online at work. It had popped up when she had been reading an online newspaper, about an agency searching for women interested in doing some modelling or photo shoots for a magazine. But upon closer inspection, she'd realised they required partial nudity. So she wanted her son to accept that she was going to do it for his sake first. Otherwise she knew she wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.