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Post by skyler elise watson on Oct 18, 2012 23:17:31 GMT -5
It was raining, no, pouring. Buckets upon buckets of water were being dumped onto the cobblestoned streets outside her house. Skyler couldn’t help but open the curtains to stare at the streetlight and watch as the rain fell, cast her eyes down at the pavement to see it splash into the puddles that were steadily forming. She shivered, feeling the cold wind seeming to blow straight through the walls, though of course that wasn’t true. It was simply that it was so cold outside that it was chilling the house on the inside. Skyler stepped lightly across her bedroom and lit a fire in the fireplace, enchanting it so it wouldn’t die before she woke. She didn’t want to have to deal with any ashwinders if she let it go on its own. Almost instantly her room felt warmer, and Skyler made her way over to her bed, and bundled herself under the covers. She couldn’t sleep. Minutes passed like hours, and she slipped out of bed, and out of her room. The hardwood floor was cold on her bare feet as she crept down to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Tomorrow she would return to school, but she wished she didn’t have to. She wished she could just do the entire year though correspondence like she had finished her sixth year. She didn’t want to leave the house. She hadn’t left the house since before…she didn’t dare think.
A fresh letter from Benjamin sat on the kitchen table, but she hadn’t gotten around to opening it. She was horrible with their correspondence. He sent her weekly letters, it was lucky if she sent him a bi-weekly response. She never really had anything to say, either. She still felt as horrible as she did when she found out that he had put off his trip in order to stay and take care of her. She almost wished she hadn’t opened the door when he showed up, almost wished she had let him think that she really wasn’t home. Yet he had been so good to her, so instrumental in her return to health. If it weren’t for him, she truly may have been in the grave next to her mother.
The tea kettle whistled and startled Skyler from her thoughts. She was holding Benjamin’s unopened letter in her hand, and she set it gently back on the kitchen table. In silence, she made her cup of tea. She stood at the counter in the kitchen, staring out the window at the rain, and shivered unconsciously. She glanced back at the letter, and sipped her tea. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, she sat down at the kitchen table and opened the envelope, pulling out the clean, handwritten letter from inside, and began to read.
Notes; Hope it's not a bad start, I know it isn't much to go off of. Words; 468
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Post by benjamin geary fenwick on Oct 19, 2012 22:38:43 GMT -5
ONE MORE KISS TONIGHT- - - - - - - - from some tall stable grl - - - - - - - -Tag: skyler, letters, exploding toilets Words: #525 Lyrics: He Lays in the Reins - Iron & Wine Outfit: dis be his clothess Notes: I can't resist just a touch of colour... sorry- - - - - - - - - - - - - The letter is especially wrinkly, and has a few stains on the edges. It appears to have been crammed into a boot at one point. The parchment is littered with idle doodles of stick figures on broomsticks and the occasional calculation.
30th August, 1975 Skyler, Here I am, most talented bloke for fifty miles, and I get stuck in Screening. Unbelievable. I am undoubtedly the greatest and most dashing wizard on the Gringotts payroll and instead of sending me to the tropics to fight evil and drink beverages out of coconuts, I have to check everything being deposited into vaults for curses. This must all be a cruel joke. I will wake up one day surrounded by beautiful beaches and even more beautiful women who don't speak a lick of English or fancy clothes all that much.
A blot of ink mars the page, as if Benjy didn't know what to write and forgot his quill was on the parchment. I hope that made you laugh. I thought it was particularly clever, but I'm biased. No one here at the bank really likes my jokes. I think that's why they shoved me in Screening. I think they'd be much happier if they shoved me towards a foreign country, but that might be too much happiness for Gringotts and would violate The Law of Conservation of Happiness. Happiness is finite, apparently. Go figure.
There is a doodle of a dinosaur riding a poorly drawn motorcycle. He has especially angry eyebrows. Loads of parents coming in to get moneys for their kids. It feels weird, not going to Hogwarts this year. I feel like I should be shopping for textbooks and lusting over new broomsticks. Well, I'm still lusting, but mostly for five o clock to roll around so I can go home. There's only so many family heirlooms you can screen before you want to splinch yourself. But I digress: Do you have all your things for Hogwarts? I sent you my old Potions book a week ago, I think you'll find my notes and doodles helpful. At the very least, they will be extremely entertaining. If I recall correctly, I have a wonderful illustration of the adventures of Professor Slughorn's moustache around chapter twelve.
You'll have loads of fun at Hogwarts this year. Especially if you blow up a toilet for me. The tradition must continue! I know you're shaking your head at me, but do not judge! Exploding toilets is a sacred duty and I entrust it only to you, Skyler.
In all seriousness, go out and have fun. I want to read about all sorts of mad adventures in your letters. You need to have such a blast that I'll get all bitter from envy as I examine the fiftieth worthless piece of jewellery in a day. But don't forget to study. You know the lecture...
My brother bought me a Puffskein. I don't know why, he probably thought it was an especially funny joke. I have named him Rupert and he doesn't really do much but shed all over my things. He quite enjoys being chucked about my flat.
Good luck at school, and don't forget about the toilet. Wishing you the best, Benjy
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Post by skyler elise watson on Oct 21, 2012 0:00:02 GMT -5
By the time her eyes reached the words ‘most dashing wizard’, Skyler was smiling. Her smile stayed in place as she rolled her eyes when Benjamin mentioned beautiful women not fancying clothing on beaches. Her fingers traced the drawing of the dinosaur riding a motorcycle, and memories of other doodles from Benjamin’s quills came to mind, some of which Skyler still kept stuffed in drawers and in her Hogwarts trunk. Skyler took another sip of tea and then set her cup and the letter down, standing and heading up to her bedroom. She grabbed a blanket from her bed first thing, and draped it around shoulders, even though it was plenty warm in her room with the fire going. Next she moved to her desk and pulled Benjamin’s old Potions textbook out of a drawer, setting it on top of the desk so she wouldn’t forget to pack it in the morning. She grabbed a quill, and some ink, and a few sheets of parchment, finally deciding to write him back, and headed back downstairs.
Her eyes read over his letter again as she set down her things and took a seat. Then, chewing on her bottom lip, she dipped her quill in the ink and began.
My Dear Benjamin,
She scratched it out, crumpled the page and threw it away from her. Different beginnings sorted through her mind and finally she groaned, and grabbed a new page. She hated writing letters, trying to find the right words to say.
Benjy,
There, simple enough, nothing to analyze.
Though I’ve no doubt that you are the most dashing wizard I know, you are the only one I know that works for Gringotts, so I’m biased as to agree with you that you must be the most dashing on their payroll. I doubt that drinking from coconuts is in any job description. You’re talented, Benjamin, and as such, you are needed for your job. You’re good at it, or you wouldn’t be there.
I look forward to reading your notes and being pleasantly distracted by the drawings, especially the ones of moustache adventures. (So yes, I received your book, I’m sorry that I didn’t thank you sooner. One less I had to order.) Right…I said order.
Skyler sighed. She may as well be honest with him.
I still haven’t left the house. Every time I try to walk out that door I tell myself that I can just send for whatever I need. Yet I have to leave tomorrow, and I’m losing sleep over it. I haven’t stepped foot in Hogwarts since my mother took ill. I don’t know what to expect. What if people look at me differently? What happens when they ask questions? I know I act strong, and like I don’t really care, but Benjy, you know me better than anyone else, and you know that I’m not. I’m not ready.
Adventures aren’t as fun without you. Maybe I’ll have to smuggle you into the school to blow up a toilet with me, because it won’t be any fun alone. To be perfectly honest, it seems a silly tradition, but one that I’m willing to carry on simply because you seem perfectly miserable, and I’d like to help to fix that. Benjamin if you hate your job so much, why do you keep doing it? Why not find something else? Something you absolutely love? You’re so talented, Benjy, you could do anything! Just a thought, since it’s not really my place. I just hate knowing you’re unhappy. I care about you, I want you to be happy and I want you to be adventuring and having the time of your life like you always wanted.
Tell Rupert hello for me. Heck, feed him this letter, it’s complete rubbish anyway.
All the best, Sky
Skyler’s teeth tugged at her bottom lip so hard that she feared it might bleed. Her eyes scanned the entire letter, hating each word. She released her bottom lip long enough to sip her tea and then set the cup on the paragraph of her not being ready to leave the house. She set the inkwell on top of it as well and tried reading the letter without that paragraph. Unsatisfied, she still thought it was rubbish, and rested her elbows on the table, and her head in her hands, grasping at her hair. She really did hate writing letters. They made her feel vulnerable, any good letter did. Just like any display of emotion. It felt like weakness, like a disease. She was unhappy, she knew that much to be true, what she couldn’t admit to herself was that she was lonely, and she was scared. She’d grown accustomed to Benjamin’s company after her mother’s death, his caring touch. But he had to leave all too soon, and Skyler began to regret even letting him in the first day. She began to regret letting him that close to her deepest emotions, because she hated the vulnerability, the weakness. Skyler sighed again, and stood up, beginning to pace the room, the blanket grasped tight in her fists. The storm raged on outside her home, and she couldn’t help but notice how well it fit with her emotions. She glanced back at the letters on the table and marched over to them, picking up hers and crumpling it with her fist. She picked up the other start from the floor and tossed both of them in the fireplace, pointing her wand at them and setting them aflame. She turned back to the letter. “I’m sorry Benjy.” She frowned. “I just can’t make words fit on a page the way you do.” Defeated, she collapsed onto a couch in her living room, staring at the glowing remains of the attempts at response. “I’m such a rubbish excuse for a friend.” She muttered, scowling.
Notes; She says she's a rubbish excuse for a friend, I say I'm a rubbish excuse for a roleplaying partner. Sorry for the crap post. Words; 975
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Post by benjamin geary fenwick on Jan 5, 2013 16:24:41 GMT -5
ONE MORE KISS TONIGHT- - - - - - - - from some tall stable grl - - - - - - - -Tag: skyler, rain, paranoia Words: #413 Lyrics: He Lays in the Reins - Iron & Wine Outfit: dis be his clothess Notes: I sort of forgot how to write Benjy...- - - - - - - - - - - - - This is mad, he told himself for the fifth time that evening, She hasn't written you back in over a month. The bird doesn't want to see you, Benj. Go home.
The rain was eternal in this fucking country. No matter the time of day, month, year, it was always raining. He hated trying to smoke in this weather, hiding beneath little slivers of rooftops and trying to ignore the incessant drops on his nose. The little bus stop he sat beneath did little to shield him from the elements, what with the wind kicking rain into his face. Benjy Fenwick took another pull of his packaged death and continued to do battle with himself.
He could see her place, halfway down the block. There was light in the windows, always a good sign, but he'd spent the past half hour here in the rain. If it had been any other lass, he wouldn't have bothered writing her letters nor sending her gifts. The letters she sent back seemed more a half-hearted attempt to appease him and make him go away than informative, and he was beginning to suspect she had thrown all his correspondance in the fire. His potions book was probably in the bottom of her trunk, doomed to be ignored.
She's your friend, he reminded himself, taking a long pull. Beautiful nicotine filled his lungs. He'd made it two and half weeks before caving this time; progress! She's just not herself. She doesn't hate you.
...So why hasn't she written?
Benjy was so lost in thought, he didn't realise a bus had arrived until a cranky old man was shouting at him. "Get a move on, then!" The driver was glowering at him, beckoning him to board. Benjy started, crushing his cigarette beneath his foot, looking between the bus and the house. Did he call it a night and go home? He paused for a moment too long, and the bus driver made the decision for him by shutting the doors and driving off.
Well then.
He lingered on her stoop for a long while, studying the door. It was a well made door, but bizarrely intimidating. He was sure he must have looked suspicious, just staring the the little knocker, soaked clean through and still dressed in his Gringotts robes. The door seemed very displeased to see him, discouraging him from entering the premises. Bloody door, he thought darkly, and rapped a little rhythm on its oak with his knuckles. Benjy Fenwick goes where he pleases! - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - she's like grace from the earth - - - - - - - -WHEN YOU'RE ALL TUCKERED OUT AND TAME- - - - - - - he lays in the reins - - - - - - -template made by !LIEBE IST FÜR RAMMSTEIN! @ caution 2.0! [/b] steal and you'll be eaten by cannibals[/size] [/center]
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Post by skyler elise watson on Jan 5, 2013 20:27:50 GMT -5
While Skyler was staring at the remains of her attempt at a letter to her best friend, unbeknownst to her, he was outside her house, attempting to get the nerve to come in. She frowned at the flames, silently cursing herself for setting the letter aflame, as she had done with so many others. A part of her kept wishing that Benjamin would just pop right out of those flames now and make some silly joke about how her words suffocated him on his way in, and how come he had to read them through cinders and not through ink stains? A small hint of a smile crept upon Skyler’s face as she realized again just how lucky she was to have him for a friend, and how glad she was that just the thought of him could make her smile. At that moment she threw off the blanket and raced upstairs to her room, picking up his Potions textbook and bringing it back downstairs with her. She curled back up under the blanket, and flipped through the book to chapter twelve, where his Slughorn Moustache Adventures lived. Her small smile turned into a grin, that slowly grew into a small laugh, that was interrupted by someone knocking at her door.
Someone? At her door? At this hour? It didn’t make sense. Her stomach fluttered for a moment. She recognized the pattern of knocking. But it couldn’t be. All this time wishing she could see him again, and being such a terrible correspondent with the letters, there’s no way Benjamin would show up at her door again, just as he had before. But she hadn’t imagined it. The knocking was there. He was there. She tossed the textbook on the coffee table, and the blanket dropped from her as she tried to hold herself back from running to the door. When she did reach the door, she forced herself to open it slowly, though she couldn’t help the smile that escaped her lips, and the pure excitement and contentment that followed as she breathed out, “Benjy”, and flung her arms around his neck. He was cold, and soaked to the bone, so before he could do anything, she pulled back from him, her hands still placed gently behind his neck. “You’re soaked!” She gently wiped some water that was dripping down his cheek. “Come, let’s get you warmed up. I’m sure I’ve got some coffee around here somewhere, I know how much you hate the ‘ditchwater’ I drink.” Her spirits were already lifted, just simply by seeing him. All worries and fears were momentarily put to rest. She was happy.
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