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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 16:13:44 GMT
There’s a very light drizzle coming down, combining with the fairly cold wind to make me shiver and tighten my crossed arms. Why do I never remember to dress weather-appropriately?
I shrug to myself and lean back against a tree, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, chasing that feeling of peace again and unable to stop a small smile when I realize I’ve got it.
Nobody around me and nothing much to worry about… nothing immediate anyway.
((Meh, not the greatest… but here you go. ;D ))
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 16:23:38 GMT
i was walking up to the school, Andras freinds would be in there somewhere, when i spot one of them, Arden, right?. i walk over to where she is, i stop a few feet away from her. "mhhmm, your Arden right?" i ask
(gah! mine sucks to.)
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 16:32:00 GMT
I jump a little in startlement, turning toward the voice that knows my name. "Yes, I'm Arden," I say cautiously, frowning slightly to see if she's familiar. "Do I know you?" ((  Yours more so than mine.)) |
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 16:39:32 GMT
i step back slightly when she jumps, "Sorry, uh, yeah you do sort of, i'm Andrew, and Andra's sister Ariel." i pause "Do you know where Andrew is?" i ask
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 16:43:52 GMT
I raise my eyebrows slightly, overlapping the surprise over my pain at Andra's name. "Probably... off in a bar someplace," I say with a sigh. "Or... poring over records in some stuffy room at the ministry. I think that's where he claims to spend his time." I frown slightly, wondering belatedly how she knew my name, guessing I must have met her... but still. "Shouldn't you be in hiding?" I ask cautiously, instantly regretting my quick explanation of Andrew's whereabouts.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 16:51:00 GMT
i frown slightly when i hear he's drinking. "Yes, i should be in hiding." i say "But i Need to talk to Andrew, about something." i add not really speaking to her
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 16:57:58 GMT
"Such as?" I ask, frowning suspiciously at her, inwardly cursing myself for my stupidity.
If you get another of the Foster family killed, I hope you have the guts to jump off a cliff.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 17:00:22 GMT
"I'm not sure i should tell you, though Andrew may have told you already." i say. "You really shouldn't give infromation out so freely." i add
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 17:18:16 GMT
No fucking kidding, I agree, wincing. I nod. "I know... Andrew's been giving us lessons, but I can't keep my mouth shut." And was that too much information?
"So how do either of us know we can trust the other?"
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 17:25:04 GMT
i nod Smiling slightly, "I thought he would have, i'm sure you keep quiet most of the time." i say, reasuring her.
"Hmm, we don't, though i believe that you really are Arden Patricks, but for all you know, i could be a death eater." i say "so whats one thing we both know that nobody else would." i say
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 17:33:08 GMT
Maybe I keep quiet, but I clearly am not good at following his instructions in general.
I bite my lip slightly, shrugging, deciding not to mention that I don't remember her at all, and trying to dredge up some memory of something Andra said to me about her.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 17:42:27 GMT
I try to think of something, but can't Maybe she just doesn't remember me i try and think of something again She lost her memory not to far back, Andra mentioned it, but if i mention it, maybe she would be even more suspicious. i Frown slightly, not knowing what to do
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 17:50:11 GMT
I close my eyes a moment, even covering my face with my hands to make it more complete, thinking hard.
I know that I was at Andra's house once and we baked... cookies or something, muggle-style. Ariel must have been there, if she knows me....
"You had rainbow toe-socks," I blurt out all of a sudden, remembering how I'd looked at the older girl distrustfully, thrown off by her kiddishness. I must've been twelve or thirteen, so she was about a seventh year.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 17:55:47 GMT
i smile remebering."and you didn't trust me." i say remebering the distrustful look she gave me. "You also kept picking bits of dough out of the mixer, looking around, so you wouldn't get caught." i say
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 17:58:54 GMT
I laugh slightly, able to visualize that pretty clearly, and deciding that she clearly knows what I was referring to. "More wary than anything else... your family was weird, for what I was used to."
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 18:05:50 GMT
"It's good to be wary of things your not used to, at first, but i like to be open, to most things." i smile.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 18:11:56 GMT
"So you struck me." I laugh slightly. And Andra was like that, too, of course.
I shake my head. "So are we agreed we believe each other then?"
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 18:14:54 GMT
"you seem less open." i say "like you don't trust anyone." i say
"Yeah, we agree." i say smiling slightly
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 18:16:59 GMT
I nod, then laugh slightly without much humor. "Oh, I can be pretty open. But trusting people is usually a bad idea, so I try not to be."
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 20, 2008 18:22:53 GMT
"Trusting people isn't bad, you just have to trust the right people." i say "an yes you are quite open, but you seem like you don't want to be open." i add
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 20, 2008 18:29:46 GMT
"Perceptive," I shrug. "Although maybe not quite right. I want to be open but I know that I shouldn't, so I want to not slip up." I shrug. "Fine distinction, maybe."
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 21, 2008 13:25:37 GMT
i nod in understanding "it's difficult not to be open, for me at least, there were so many things i wanted to tell people when i knew i couldn't." i say "there still are things i want to tell people but know i shouldn't." i add
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 21, 2008 19:42:23 GMT
I nod, laughing slightly without humor. "Such as why you're not in hiding like you should be?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 23, 2008 2:58:22 GMT
"That among others." i smile slightly
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 23, 2008 18:37:40 GMT
I nod, then hesitate a moment. "Can you at least please tell me that you haven't got your son with you, or Angela?" I ask, pretty sure that she's not stupid enough to risk their lives the way she's risking hers, but wanting to double-check.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 24, 2008 1:30:12 GMT
i look at her a little shocked "You think i would take them out of hiding." i say scrunching my eyebrows together. "i would never put them in that kind of danger." i add
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 24, 2008 14:09:44 GMT
I let out a breath in relief, nodding and smiling apologetically. "That's... good to hear. I didn't think you would, but... why are you here?" I ask. "I mean, I know you maybe can't tell me, but... vaguely? Is there something wrong, something right?"
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 25, 2008 2:05:58 GMT
"Well, i wanted to talk to Andrew, as you already know, about something he wrote to me about, he said that he think Andra could still be alive." i say "I'm not so sure if he has good proof or not, i wanted to see him, he seems desperate to make her still be alive." i add
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 25, 2008 17:08:53 GMT
I suck in a breath at those words, unable to help the way my heart leaps, and quickly forcing back into my head the picture of Andrew's crazed, wild-eyed, not-all-there face... unshaven and disheveled with clothes that smell like firewhiskey. I can't get my hopes up about something like that, and quickly shake my head.
"But... we saw her body. Maybe...." I shake my head, releasing a long sigh as I dismiss, with a pang of regret, that cheery possibility. "Andrew... has been drinking quite a bit, like I've said," I say carefully instead, shrugging.
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Post by Ariel Foster-Richards on Jan 26, 2008 0:48:16 GMT
i wince slightly at the mention of her body, lifeless. "i know." i say nodding
"hm...Yes, i Wanted to check it myself so i could see if it made sense, or to see that it wasn't possible." i say "i didn't think it would be possible that she could be, but i was hoping she would be." i say "though i am not sure if it is possible at all." i add
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Yours more so than mine.))