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Mar 29, 2010 16:16:11 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Mar 29, 2010 16:16:11 GMT -5
A curtain of his golden hair was brushed away from him gently with his left hand as he treaded lightly within a crowd through the large doors of Hogwarts. This was Edward’s first time leaving his little rural hometown back in northern Ireland. He didn’t miss the place, but one thing he felt guilty leaving was his younger brother, Alphonse, back all alone at home. If he could have, Edward would have brought him along to the castle, but Al was only ten. Next year he would be able to come here too, and they’d be together happily again. His bright eyes widened slightly as the group of first years navigated past another set of large doors, which appeared very large to the four foot and seven inches tall eleven year old. Oh how he desperately wished he could grow taller! Edward looked around him and frowned. Some girls were more grown than he was. Was he going to be this short all his life? He sighed, pushing the maddening thought to the back of his mind. He had a lot of things to look forward to this year, especially the Transfiguration class. He hoped if he studied hard in that class he would be able to transmute his arm and leg back to normal again using magic, if that was possible. If not, Ed was determined to make it so. He clutched his mechanical right hand with his soft left one longingly. The sea of students had stopped moving by now, and he grimaced down at his fake limb. Edward had masked it using a potion-like serum for now, and to keep the suspicion from rising, he wore white gloves on both of his hands. It was strange to see, but it would be even more strange if they knew that two of his limbs weren’t real. What are we waiting for? he thought impatiently, crossing his arms. The people around him were getting on his nerves. They chatted so loudly at times, he had to flinch away the noise. Standing on the edge of the crowd he saw four, extremely long wooden tables. Upperclassmen were already seated, a few pointing to some first years in the group, probably to indicate younger siblings and other family members. Four flags hung over each of the tables; one for Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw in that order from right to left. Edward wondered how they were supposed to get into these groups… maybe they themselves chose or the teachers did for them? He didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care. He wanted to get this over with, eat, sleep, and learn all he could about Transfiguration.
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Mar 31, 2010 20:29:18 GMT -5
Post by Kyla Joy Callaghan on Mar 31, 2010 20:29:18 GMT -5
After at least three and a half hours of sitting on a train, doing absolutely nothing, the last thing that Kyla wanted to do was stand around and wait for something to happen. It was even worse knowing that she was most likely going to have to go into that room and just sit there, like she had been doing for so long now. Definitely not the type that enjoyed being lazy and just lounging around, Kyla hated all of this waiting and having to be stationary in one place for so long. All of the built up energy was beginning to make her very fidgety.
She couldn't stop moving. She continued to bounce up and down on the balls of her feet, constantly running her hand through her red curls or fidgeting with her clothing. It was a good thing she had found a place in the rear of the crowd, or else she would most likely be annoying some irritable person with her obnoxious and constant movement. But, she couldn't help it. She was so use to being able to move about as much as she pleased, and now she wasn't even allowed to wander around the castle a bit while the rest of the first years waited patiently. And, honestly, wandering around a bit was the least of what she wanted to do. She wanted to jump around, dance, possibly climb some trees. But she knew all three of those things were inappropriate at the moment, especially with so many people around.
The soft roar voices around her made her miss her ability to talk. Seeing the other students chatter made her a little envious. Well, very envious. She wished that she could be in one of those little groups, chatting away until her jaw was swollen and sore. As conceited as it sounded, she missed hearing the sound of her voice. And she missed being acknowledged as the cute, energetic little girl she actually was. Now she was simply the girl who didn't like to, or couldn't, talk. With a soundless sigh, Kyla tore her eyes away from the large group in front of her and glanced around the edges of the crowd. "Maybe I can find something to keep myself busy," she thought to herself as her eyes scanned each person near her, which didn't take long since there weren't many.
Her eyes eventually stopped on a rather small boy, only a bit taller than herself. Of course, that wasn't the only thing about him that caught her eye. Not only did he have very long, blonde hair, but he looked awfully familiar. After a very long moment of staring at the boy, watching his movements carefully and studying him closely, Kyla decided she was going to confront him. Maybe she could get some use out of the familiar boy, and figure out who he was. With no hesitation, Kyla moved quietly over to stand behind the fellow first year with a somewhat twisted grin plastered on her freckled face. She planned on scaring the equally small boy, but when she opened her mouth to shout 'BOO!', only her breath came flowing out. It felt like it had been years since she had lost her voice, when in reality she was still trying to get use to the fact that she couldn't converse with other people verbally. It wasn't rare that something like this would happen, there had been many occasions previously that she looked like a complete fool trying to speak when she couldn't make a sound.
Kyla stomped her foot angrily, her plan of startling the familiar boy completely ruined thanks to some stupid punishment! A punishment because she couldn't keep her big mouth shut, because she made one mistake with her words! Her nose wrinkled in unexplainable frustration and she grabbed the boys hair, deciding to take her anger out on him, and tugged viciously.
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Mar 31, 2010 20:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Mar 31, 2010 20:55:37 GMT -5
“WAHHH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Edward shouted, caught off guard by the pain of his hair being tugged from behind him. His face was wild with anger, his golden eyes wide with sudden fury. He turned abruptly, raising his right, artificial arm to whack the person away. One thing Edward hated the most was being toyed with, especially by people bigger than himself. But this person was just as tall as he, if not, a little bit shorter. In mid-swing, the blonde first year halted his potentially harmful strike. A red-headed girl was the one who had a hold of him, and he would never hit a girl. Instead Edward blinked, not amused at all by her games. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked coldly, putting his fists on his hips. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to touch things that aren’t yours?” Lifting his hands, the boy reached behind his neck for her fingers and untwined them gently. His hands were covered with white gloves, which hid the truth of his body from everyone around him. Edward did not want anyone to know what some of his body parts were fake, because he might be treated differently, or sent out of Hogwarts if anyone knew the truth. The mechanical limbs was his fault in the first place; he was the one who tried a difficult spell, the sole contributor to the mistake. Al had been there. Thank God he wasn’t hurt…. Edward huffed impatiently, crossing his arms and looking away from the girl who had bothered him. He wanted to get this started. He was hungry despite the meal of candy he had had on the train. The boy thought silently to himself, pondering on all the things Hogwarts would feed them. “You know what they serve at this school?” he wondered aloud, not to Kyla in particular. “If I have to wait until the holidays to have some stew I’ll be very disappointed.” He chuckled. “Who knew milk with vegetables could taste so good?”
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Mar 31, 2010 21:33:14 GMT -5
Post by Kyla Joy Callaghan on Mar 31, 2010 21:33:14 GMT -5
Kyla immediately flinched and tightly closed her eyes, fully expecting a hard slap in the face from her violent physical outburst. She didn't let go of the boy's hair, however, tugging a bit more just about the moment his hand was suppose to meet her skin. But, it didn't. Slightly confused and curious at what had stopped the boy, she opened her eyes and examined the familiar first year. He didn't look nearly as scary without his hand swinging toward her. The stance he was in mixed with the obviously frustrated look on his face would have made her giggle, if that was possible. Shaking her head in response to his somewhat irrelevant question, Kyla grinned toward the boy playfully. Of course she knew she wasn't suppose to touch things that didn't belong to her! But, what did it matter when she had already done so? And honestly, how was a boy barely taller than herself going to tell her what to do?
A somewhat strange feeling came over her as his gloved fingers unwrapped her own from around his braid, and for a moment she stubbornly let her fingers fight with his own over his hair. Eventually, however, she pulled her hand away from him and shook her head enough to cause her loose curls to sway around her head. She was trying to indicate something about his hair, but she soon realized that he wasn't aware of her way of communication. With a silent huff as the boy took his attention away from her, Kyla patted around her robe pockets until she found one that was full. She shoved her hand in and smoothly pulled out a small notepad with a pen conveniently slid into the metal spirals that held it together.
This was, unfortunately, her only current way of communication other than different types of sign language that she was sure none of the students here at Hogwarts knew about. It was something she had bought for herself before leaving home, even though she had several large notebook that she often used on her parents who didn't completely understand her way of speaking without actually..making sounds. She had been trying for months now to understand any kind of mental communication with others, but so far had only failed miserably. But, as of now, the notebook would work. It wasn't like she had many important things to say, anyhow, or anyone to talk to.
She scribbled quickly on the paper in the black ink, making sure her writing would legible for the familiar boy. Laughing silently as the boy rambled somewhat about the food served, she turned the notebook away from herself and shoved it into the boy's face with it nearly touching his nose. It read, "If you haven't noticed, I'm new here just like you and everyone else in this group. Why would I know what they serve here when it comes to food?" Kyla giggled silently once again before pulling the small pad back and scribbling on it once again before showing it to him. "I wouldn't pin YOU to be the type that drinks a lot of milk. Isn't that suppose to help you grow?"
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Mar 31, 2010 21:53:45 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Mar 31, 2010 21:53:45 GMT -5
Edward only had a moment to notice what was coming at him as the girl shoved a notepad into his face. He jerked back sharply to avoid it from hitting his nose, his eyes straining to read the sprawled, black ink. He barely read a word before she playfully pulled it back to write another sentence, and he grimaced. What game was she playing? Did she not want him to hear her speak or something? What would be the point in that? Kyla turned the pad back to him. The first year leaned in slightly, squinting to make every last letter clear. His nose wrinkled as he bit his lip, reading what she had written down. ‘If you haven't noticed, I'm new here just like you and everyone else in this group. Why would I know what they serve here when it comes to food?’ Edward tipped his head to the side in agreement with a thoughtful look molding his expression, and went on to make sense of the next sentences on the page. ‘I wouldn't pin YOU to be the type that drinks a lot of milk. Isn't that suppose to help you grow?’ The blonde’s eyes narrowed slowly. His whole aura was dampened somehow, especially in the way his shoulders now slouched and how his small smile had faded into obvious despair. “You think that’s funny, do ya’?” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re a girl or I would have slugged you by now! That’s no way to talk to a boy, either. You have to make them feel good, feel handsome. You’ll never get a boyfriend if you act that way.” He opened one eye, glancing at her through his golden hair. “And writing things on a notepad won’t even win you friends.” He pursed his lips, looking off into the distance toward the Head Table where a small woman teacher began to twirl her wand between her fingers. It seemed that what they were waiting for was one teacher to arrive, for the headmistress was already present, not looking too pleased herself. Who was holding them up? Edward would like to know so he could chew them out later. He could starve by just standing here any longer!
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Mar 31, 2010 22:10:37 GMT -5
Post by Kyla Joy Callaghan on Mar 31, 2010 22:10:37 GMT -5
Oh, she thought it was hilarious. Still grinning from ear to ear as he threatened her, Kyla turned her cheek toward him eagerly and signified that she was perfectly alright with him 'slugging' her. With another silent laugh, one that would obviously be very loud if she could make a noise, Kyla took her notepad back and began to write on it as he continued to speak. What he was saying only made her want to laugh even harder. Be nice? To boys?! Wasn't it suppose to be the other way around? Weren't the boys suppose to be nice to the girls, wasn't that some kind of unwritten rule? The boys were always suppose to be the charming ones and woo the girls in, that's how the story always went.
However, the next thing that came out of the boy's mouth caused her to stop writing. "And writing things on a notepad won’t even win you friends." Kyla looked up at the boy, obviously hurt at what he had said and tore the already scribbled piece of paper off before tossing it to the floor in a wad. Now he was the one that should be worrying about getting hit, Kyla not caring one bit if he wasn't the same sex as her. With a violent shake of her red head, she glared back down at her notepad and wrote angrily on the paper. Once again, the pad was shoved into the boy's face and Kyla watched his face closely as he read what she had to say. "I guess that would explain why I'm back here with you, huh? People don't really feel comfortable around someone who can't talk. It's boring."
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Apr 1, 2010 13:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Edward Hohenheim Elric on Apr 1, 2010 13:14:17 GMT -5
He watched as Kyla ripped the paper she was writing on in two, her face showing damage to her previously playful mood. Her eyes shown with a darkness to them as Kyla scowled down at her notepad. Edward showed slight worry, his eyebrows turning up to create a wrinkled line of skin. He hated making someone angry at him, especially someone who hadn’t done him any harm. What had he said that was so bad? She called you short, remember? That didn’t matter now. Hurting a girl’s feelings was much more vengeful than a playfully hurtful comment on his height. Looking at the paper as it was shoved in his face, he grabbed it with his gloved hands to move it back slightly so he would make sense of the words. He didn’t attempt to take the notebook from her, since Kyla probably wouldn’t let him hold it anyway. ‘I guess that would explain why I'm back here with you, huh? People don't really feel comfortable around someone who can't talk. It's boring.’ Edward let go and placed a hand behind his head. He was ashamed of what he had said now. How could he have known she couldn’t speak, not wouldn’t because she was playing a game? The first year looked down to the floor at his slightly platformed shoes, scratching his blonde hair to avoid her gaze. He wasn’t afraid of her eyes, no, but guilt-ridden with the idea that she could be crying. Girls were like that sometimes. “I’m sorry, uh… girl,” he apologized. “I thought you were just toying around with me. I didn’t know you actually couldn’t speak. Let‘s start over.” His golden eyes finally met hers, a small and curved smile planted nervously on his face. He held out his hand to her, his expression brightening as the milliseconds ticked by. He opened his mouth to speak. Hopefully she would be able to hear him above all the noise rumbling around them. “Hi there, I’m Edward Elric! What’s your name? I hope we can get along well at the next seven years we’ll spend at Hogwarts together!” [/size]
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