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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 24, 2007 20:27:46 GMT
I sigh with relief after leaving the joke shop, not sure what possessed me to go there in the first place.
Outdoors is always better... people always worse. So that tiny little joke shop jammed to the bursting point with students? Were you temporarily mad?
My sister always told me that this tendency to talk to myself as though I am more than one person is a weird one... but who else was there to talk to?
My relief is so profound after being in that hell that I somehow do not notice anyone around here, with the result that I plow into someone crouching on the ground.
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 24, 2007 20:42:10 GMT
"And you did that why?" I ask, looking up from my position on the not-so-comfortable ground. I stand up straight again, smiling at the guy who bumped into me. "Name's Ophelia Christentine. Call me Lia. Far less dorky. You are?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 24, 2007 20:45:47 GMT
"Uh... ah..." I cough and get my bearings. "Er... didn't mean to. Sorry." I smile awkwardly at her, then register that she told me her name. "Ah... hello Lia... Fitzy Patricks at your service, in exchange for running into you. What were you doing down there anyway?"
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 26, 2007 15:48:54 GMT
I laugh a little. "It's okay. Didn't hurt at all. Besides, you got me up from the ground. It's not the most comfortable place, let me tell you. Nice to meet you. Very original name you got there," she smiled. "I don't remember why I was down there... I'm sure I had a good excuse at the time," she concluded, shrugging and smiling.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 26, 2007 17:27:04 GMT
"I hope you did..." I laugh. "Or not. I mean, hopefully it was nothing important, right?" I laugh again. "And oh yes... I'm quite fond of my name."
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 26, 2007 20:34:45 GMT
"I don't think it was important. But you're rambling. So stop it!" I say, laughing. "And I like your name, too. Mine, however, sucks."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 26, 2007 21:57:52 GMT
I laugh. "Hate my name, really. But I guess I've gotten used to it. And hey... you share a name with some crazy girl in an ancient muggle play. I think you do, anyway." I frown, trying to remember the name of that play.
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 14:15:31 GMT
"Well I like your name. Yeah. My mother named me after her. Hamlet, wasn't it? At least I think it was. I'm probably wrong, of course. Never did understand Shakespeare. Then again, English was my worst class... And I'm rambling again..."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 14:56:38 GMT
"I don't think you're rambling... rambling is when you answer one word with a paragraph, and/or wander hideously off-topic," I grin at her, then frown curiously. "Are you muggleborn?"
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 16:14:59 GMT
"No, I'm not muggleborn. My parents moved to muggle Canada a few weeks after I was born, so I've grown up in muggle life. I've only recently moved here so I have no idea about anything magic, really," I explain, smiling. "What about you? Pure? Half? Muggle born?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 16:20:10 GMT
I smile slightly, strangely relieved. A year ago I would have hexed her if I'd merely suspected she was a mudblood.
"Pure..." I mutter with a grimace. "The worst type of pure, really." I frown. "So if you aren't a muggleborn, why didn't your parents tell you about magic?"
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 16:25:56 GMT
"What do you mean, 'The worst type of pure?'?" I ask him, looking at him strangely. "My parents told me about magic because they thought it was unfair if I didn't know why I was so weird and could make things happen without a wand. My only talent really, apart from swimming. Wandless magic."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 16:29:40 GMT
I smile. "Well, that's pretty good thing to be talented at." I shrug. "And you just said that you didn't know anything about magic 'til recently..." I shrug again and look at the ground. "My family's the super-pure type... hate that question 'cause I used to reply with a sneer, like I was better than everyone else." I smile vaguely.
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 16:38:02 GMT
"You used to?" I enquire, eyebrow raised.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 16:41:43 GMT
"Yeah, used to," I nod. "Woke up fairly recently... it's a long story." And I don't want to talk or even think about it, ever. I shrug. "Seriously though... did you not know you were a witch until recently?"
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 16:44:52 GMT
"Nope. Had no idea. I just thought I was a freak. Although my friend Angel said she's known me for years and I can't remember her at all now..." I shrug. "Oh well."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 16:49:41 GMT
"Memory loss?" I frown. "You think you got hit with a spell?"
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 16:52:45 GMT
"Who knows," I shrug. "I'm more confused than ever. First, my parents tell me I'm a muggle, then I find out I'm a witch, then I come here and Angel tells me she's known me for years and it's all blah!"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 16:56:10 GMT
"Weird..." I mutter. "Why would your parents tell you you're a muggle when you're not?" I frown. "I'm thinking that you should be careful, you know?"
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 16:58:11 GMT
"And why should I be careful?" I ask.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 17:00:01 GMT
I shrug. "Because it sounds like somebody attacked you and/or is messing with you. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but it probably can't hurt to be cautious."
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 17:01:44 GMT
"I don't know who could attack me, though," I shrug. "I don't know many people here, and in Canada I had no friends because I was considered a freak."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 17:04:10 GMT
I shrug. "Enemies of your family then? Random psycho who thinks it's amusing to mess with you?" I shrug. "I'm probably just paranoid."
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 17:04:47 GMT
"Maybe you are, but maybe you aren't," I shrug. "I'll be sure to tell Jake. He can look out for me."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 17:42:00 GMT
"Jake?" I ask, automatically thinking guiltily of my old friend Jake Moore... who'd been found in a room in the dungeons with his throat slit the other day.
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 18:03:36 GMT
"Yeah, Jake Jones. My boyfriend. Something wrong with you or something?" I ask him worriedly, noticing his expression.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 18:07:00 GMT
"Oh, no..." I say, smiling slightly in relief and then feeling guilty. "I... I had a friend named Jake. He's dead now," I shrug.
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 18:07:56 GMT
"I'm so sorry! I would never have mentioned it if I had known," I say apologetically, sighing at my stupidity.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Sept 30, 2007 18:11:16 GMT
I shake my head, smiling slightly. "No way you could know that. What're you going to do, ask each person you meet if there are any names you shouldn't mention when you're around them? And we weren't very close... just housemates really." And his sister blames you for his death... possibly with reason.
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Post by Ophelia Christentine on Sept 30, 2007 18:58:53 GMT
"Well, that is something I would do," I laugh, shaking my head. "But I feel so bad! Let me make it up to you. Drinks on me?"
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