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Apr 21, 2006 21:33:01 GMT 10
Post by Godric Emerindyl on Apr 21, 2006 21:33:01 GMT 10
Godric sat at the head of the Emerindyl table as he normally did. There really was no need for this these days, being that there were not enough people currently attending the exclusive school to have the need for more then even half of one of these long tables. He did find it comforting in a world where something did not seem to make sense anymore. He didn’t quite understand what his father had done, though to see his father, himself, his own son, and his grandson in one place at one time was very odd. Especially seeing Godric still felt and looked like nothing more then a young adult.
He turned the page of the book he had in his hands, it was a favourite of his, not a textbook as some might expect but a muggle book on a fantasy character. He found it funny that some muggles could come so scarily close to finding out exactly what the wizarding world was like but also having it just that slight bit wrong. He often wondered if the Ministry of Magic knew of such books.
He stopped for a moment to rub his eyes, he was tired. This and other things led to him not really ready to attend his morning lesson, he knew his father was holding it in the North Tower, which was a great length from here, though he knew, as most should, that Lord Emerindyl was never on time for anything, and so he need not rush.
This is possibly the reason that conquered his decision to remain in the Golden Hall and take his time with his meal. He turned the page on his book careful not to smudge its white pages with his sticky fingers. Honey on toast, it seemed too weird for most that he knew, but he liked it all the same.
He heard footsteps as he continued to read and knew that at least if he was going to be late to the lesson someone else would be as everyone currently attending the school was always in the same class, and so footsteps meant someone else would be just as late as him.
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Tardy
Apr 25, 2006 12:04:31 GMT 10
Post by Elouise Sullivan on Apr 25, 2006 12:04:31 GMT 10
“The class got cancelled,” Elouise spoke out loud though she did not put a lot of intention on aiming it at Godric. With no one else in the Golden Hall though, it could only have been meant for him. She sat on the opposite side of the table down from Godric. Sure not to make any eye contact with him as she did. She was twenty-three years old. In her reality Godric had died six years prior, though not before he had broken off their relationship and had a child with his new girlfriend.
Elouise did not look up at him as her own food appeared. A simple slice of fruit toast sprinkled with cinnamon and a glass of orange juice. She pulled a book out of the shoulder bag she carried everywhere with her these days and started to cross out the day in her diary. The classes for the entire day had been cancelled and now she would have to find something else to occupy her time.
She had been told that Lord Emerindyl had had to leave the castle, and that meant he would not be available for classes. Expecting someone else to come and conduct the class she had waited until almost everyone was left before a House Elf had arrived to announced no one would be taking the class and that the entire day’s lessons had indeed been cancelled. She wondered if she might discuss this matter with Lady Saphricorn later.
She closed the book and looked up towards Godric, he too appeared to be reading a book and she was not entirely sure if he had heard her while reading, so she lifted her voice again to let him know for sure, “No class today, Godric, its been cancelled,” she told him once more watching to see if he would give her some kind of recognition for hearing her.
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Tardy
Apr 25, 2006 22:23:58 GMT 10
Post by Godric Emerindyl on Apr 25, 2006 22:23:58 GMT 10
Godric regarded Elouise for a while, “I did hear you the first time,” he told her, instantly feeling bad for speaking to her like she was an idiot, but he knew her too well to know that she wanted him to start her off so that she could yell at him, at least that was how he knew her. He went back to his book looking away from her, what could he do, he knew for her it had been six years since they last spoke, but to him it had only been a week ago, and she had hated him so severely that it hurt, he was not about to befriend her in a hurry.
He thought on it a moment, the more he continued to read the more he felt bad about the way he had spoken to her, and the harder it became to continue reading. In the end he closed his book with a disgruntled look on his face and looked down the table to Elouise, he knew she had purposely not sat opposite him but he felt they needed to talk.
He gathered the things in front of him and moved down the table to sit opposite to her, he looked directly at her without saying a word, he knew there were things she wanted to say, he could tell she was almost bursting, but he sat there silently all the same, watching her intently, waiting for it.
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Tardy
Apr 26, 2006 8:46:04 GMT 10
Post by Elouise Sullivan on Apr 26, 2006 8:46:04 GMT 10
“I don’t want you to talk to me just because you fel pity for me Godric,” she snapped at him when he sat there and looked at her, “I mean ho do you think you are, some kind of patron saint that I cannot possibly go on with my life without having interaction with? If you don’t want to talk to me, don’t talk to me, I’ve gotten through the last six years without you around anyway why would I need you now?!” she snapped as she gathered up her book and stood, tears were streaming across her flustered cheeks as she did so.
“You know, you’re an insensitive prick, you really are, you have absolutely no idea what I have been through? The last time we spoke, we fought, and then I read in a newspaper of all things that you’ve died, no one told me Godric, no one comforted me, no one seemed to think that I would care and I was left alone, lonely, cold and crying inside because you were gone and I had never got a chance to tell you just how much I loved you because I knew you didn’t care to hear it,” she turned away from him, her tears becoming uncontrollable, she didn’t need for him to see this, he didn’t care about her or her feelings, “You’re a naffing jerk, you know that,”
Her face contorted with severe sadness and anger she stormed down the hallway shouting words of anger to no one in particular, “How dare he,” being one of many. Her heart was breaking all over again and how could he be so heartless about the whole thing, how could he not consider what she had been through, it was too difficult to look at him anymore, she had tried, but now she had given up.
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Apr 26, 2006 8:55:00 GMT 10
Post by Lady Amberly Ameraid on Apr 26, 2006 8:55:00 GMT 10
“She’s right you know,” Lady Ameraid did usually not get involved in such trivial matters, but seeing she had not yet made an appearance in this, the latest version of Koalingo Academy, it seemed necessary to break that rule just this once if for nothing more then a fleeting attempt at extending the time spent on a single thread.
“I remember it well… well actually no I don’t, I was not exactly paying a lot of attention to you, it was my daughter I felt for more then anyone, getting her pregnant and then dying, what a typical male thing to do,” Lady Ameraid did not sit at the table with him, she would never sit at the House table of another Founder out of principal, regardless of how many people were present.
“Jack of course loves his grandmamma so I guess it turned out for the better you not being around, yes?” Lady Ameraid was never one for subtlety when she had things she needed to get off her chest; she didn’t feel for the Snape girl one bit. She did however feel for her daughter, she had only learned Aurora Celeste was her child in time to have to deal with her daughters severe pain of losing a loved one.
“When you passed my daughter was devastated, I don’t think she ever got over it,” she looked Godric up and down wondering if those words alone were enough for him to think about what he had just done to the Snape girl.
“Think about that just a little, and then maybe you’ll understand the impact your death actually had on some people, remembering, yes, six years have passed for some of them, but six years are never really enough to get over something like that,”
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