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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Apr 12, 2011 16:30:37 GMT 1
The young ravenclaw had just been from wizarding bank to withdraw enough money to sustain her journey in the muggleworld for at least three weeks. After having done that, she stopped by the money changer and had her wizarding money converted to muggle money. The aforementioned steps were the most risky steps the ravenclaw had to take before finally successfully escaping the wizarding world and she could not help but be anxious about being found before her fun even begun.
It was nine in the morning and the sun shone brightly as Helena Ravenclaw stepped into the world of muggles. She could not help but smile at her achievement. Apparently the first phase her plan worked. She was not found before she even walked out of the wizarding world. “Time to check out the map.” The girl said happily, taking out a piece of folded parchment from her pocket. She had magically copied the map that showed the way to muggle village, the one situated a few kilometers from the entrance of the wizarding world. After covering about at least 5 kilometers, Helena found herself sweating and quite exhausted. She sat down on a gigantic root, wiped her face and drank from the bottle of water she packed in her knapsack.
After resting, the girl continued on walking and referring to the map. She could not help but enjoy her time alone as she made her way through the forest to one of the biggest muggle villages. As someone who loved learning new things, Helena could not help but be happy to have this opportunity to learn more about muggles and how they lived… at least until she saw that there was no big or small village on the ’supposed’ spot in the map she had. In the middle of the clearing, she saw a wooden sign and it read:
“On this site, witches and wizards were burned at stake. Please pay your respect.”
Helena gaped and blinked and blinked again but nothing happened. Apparently the map she had copied was obsolete. Feeling a little down, she pouted and sought the obsolete map’s help again. “Time for plan B.” Look for another destination As she eyed the map, she saw other villages, however, one particular village piqued her interest – the one near the beach. If in case the village was not there, Helena was positive that at least a beach would be present. So, the young ravenclaw wasted no time and started walking to the beach… [/i][/size][/blockquote] That was three days ago. Today is a nice day and Helena was enjoyed sunbathing. Yup, that’s right, sunbathing while the whole wizarding world was most probably looking for her. Of course, the young ravenclaw knew that her mother was aware of her lie by then. Well, at least if her mother was not busy enough, she’d know. As she rested on a hammock and sipped coconut juice, she shrugged the thoughts she had about her mother, her friends, school and the lie she left on her mother’s desk; and, closed her eyes to relax. Everything was going perfect, until she felt something crawling on her hair.
Helena let out a scream and jumped off the hammock, totally freak out, so fast she blurred. Frantically she tried getting it off her hair. It flew and she screamed as it landed on the hammock she used to occupy. The girl looked shaken, her hair all over the place and her face pale. She did not like cockroaches and a big one now relaxed on her hammock.
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Post by petercozart on Apr 12, 2011 17:08:32 GMT 1
Peter Cozart was taking his daily stroll along the outskirts of the muggle village, wearing a white shirt, black pants and boots. It was a hot, sunny day, perfect for sunbathing or taking a dip at the beach. Yet, he really did not mind the heat for he was already used to it, having stayed long enough at the place to adjust. From the once pale guy he used to be, he became more tanned and of course, he didn't stay just for the fun of it. He began training himself by running laps on the shore and swimming. It didn't take long to see the results of his body training: more muscle and shape, aside from the tan.
He then rounded a corner and walked down a sloping stone road and after a few steps, he was already at the beach. The water indeed looked very inviting and he wanted to take a dip or maybe soak up some run. However, he forgot that the reason he went was because he was supposed to run thirty laps along the coastline. With the sun literally beating up on him, he decided to find some random palm tree and cool off. After a few minutes, he managed to find one and as he sat down, he unlaced his boots. He then sat down in silence under the tree until a piercing scream caught his attention. It came from the tree with a hammock suspended on it. His senses alert, he then sprang up from where he was seated and ran towards the source of the noise.
When he got there, he saw a girl, about thirteen years of age looking at the hammock as though a monster was resting on it. She really looked shaken at the event. "Whoa little lady, what's the matter?" he then asked. It was only then when he found out what made her totally freaked out that he gently walked over to the hammock. He stretched out his hand and the cockroach flew towards the back of his hand. He then waved his hand over it and it was already gone. "Sorry about that. By the way, are you okay? You look really pale," he then asked, concern etched on his face.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Apr 14, 2011 17:45:20 GMT 1
She tried shushing and shooing it away but the thing seemed to like her hammock. She stomped her feet and even jumped in frustration. It seemed as though the cockroach was annoyingly enjoying her spot so much it did not want to leave. If she had been back in the world of witches and wizards, she would just have it charmed away from her. But, since she was in the muggle world and using magic would not be wise, she could not ran to magic for help like she always used to. How do muggles live without magic? She then thought, shaking her head as she realized how miserable her life would be if she did not have magic.
Helena was surprised to hear someone speak. It did not occur to her that her ear piercing screams could have grabbed the attention of everyone within 10 meter radius. She turned and saw a tall, muscular guy, who was probably around 23 years old. He seemed strong… definitely strong enough to handle one freaky cockroach. She was about to open her mouth to answer his question and complain about the freaky cockroach, when he walked over to her hammock and extended his arm toward the cockroach. “Oh thank you so much. I know its sounds weird but I am positive it was staring right ba-” Helena trailed off when she saw that instead of killing it, which she honestly thought he would do, he just made it disappear. She would not be in peace unless he sends it far away or kill it in front of her.
So the girl kept on eyeing him, hoping he was not a prankster or anyone of the sort. She could not even bring herself to imagine what would happen if he suddenly decided to throw the cockroach at her. As she eyed him, she wondered if it what he executed was a muggle trick or magic for real. It was not like she could ask him right there and then. It hadn’t even been a week since she saw a wooden sign about witches and wizards being burned at stake so it was not a risk she was willing to take. “You…. What did… where is it?” She asked him, trying to sound as calm as possible. As she studied his concerned expression, she realized he was some random nice guy so she smiled. “I’m fine. Thank you.” She replied politely. “Did I wake you up or something? I’m really sorry. It’s just that, I hate cockroaches.” She added sheepishly.
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Post by petercozart on Apr 15, 2011 18:11:51 GMT 1
Peter looked at the young girl with curiosity. Apparently, she was very scared of cockroaches yet he could feel that if ever she had a chance to get hold of a wand, she would have just killed it. Now he understood why the Ministry had to put the trace on underage wizards and witches. He knew that at some point she would have to face her fear eventually, without really relying on magic. He then smiled when she asked him where the cockroach disappeared to. “Relax, little lady. I did a simple wandless vanishing spell on it. Rest assured that vanished objects go into nonbeing, which is to say, everything,” he then said. “I am glad you are fine, I swear you looked like you have seen a basilisk on that hammock,” he added, looking at her face once again, quite relieved that she was okay.
However, he could feel that there was definitely something up with her. Judging from her appearance and her expression, it seemed like she was wise beyond her years. He decided that maybe his mind was starting to play tricks on him again, since it has been months since he last seen someone from the wizarding world. He was then brought sharply back to reality when she asked him whether she had woken him up or something. “Uh, not really. I was just resting from the heat, it’s really quite unbearable, don’t you think?” he answered, glad to get the chance to talk. “Well, you ladies really have developed quite a loathing to cockroaches huh? I guess that is really expected,” he then added, smiling right at her. “Although in the long run, you’ll going see more of them in the future,” he added again, this time winking at her.
He then turned his attention at the hammock and the coconut juice. “You know, it has been months since I last talked to someone from our kind. Would you like to come with me? I’ll get you something to drink,” he then turned his back and began the trek to the snack bar when he suddenly forgot to do something. “Oh yeah, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Peter Ralph Cozart. How about you?” he then asked. He had apparently been stupid not to introduce himself.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Apr 17, 2011 15:08:03 GMT 1
Helena eyed the young man who just saved her from the cockroach cautiously and she did not stop doing it until he finally revealed the whereabouts of the cockroach. She was surprised to hear what he had to say. Was he a muggle trying to trick her in to admitting that she was a witch? However, when he started talking about basilisks so casually, she heaved a sigh of relief. He obviously wasn’t muggle. “In my defense, if that was a basilisk, I would not have hesitated to draw my wand out and fight for my life. I mean if I did not use magic, I’ll be the basilisk’s snack. If I used magic, I’ll be burned at stake. In other words, I’d be screwed either way so might as well use magic.” She remarked. “Truth be told, it would have been better if it had been a Basilisk for I wouldn’t be so helpless.” She commented and shook her head at her realization. It was funny since the cockroach was just freaky and not deadly like the basilisk.
The girl nodded. “Yeah, but you have to admit it is good for sunbathers…” She glanced at her naturally tan skin, her brows furrowed. “If the sunbathers are pale or albinos. I don’t think I need it though.” She said more to herself than to him. Suddenly she wondered why she was sunbathing. “Oh please. Let us not submerge ourselves on what would be the sea of negativity by talking about my future encounters with Mister and Miss Cockroach. Thank you for making it disappear. I was at a lost back then.” She gave the young man a grin smile, finding herself trusting him easily.
“Really? Why? Don’t you visit our world? I mean at least go there to buy some supplies. Surely you miss magic.” She paused to think if she should accept a drink from the young man. If her mother had been there, she would have said no. But, as she eyed her coconut juice all over the sand, Helena reminded herself that she was on break and that she wanted loosen up a bit. If she did not trust this guy, who would she trust in the muggleworld? Plus, it was not like she would be lucky enough to spot anyone magical during her break so she decided to just go with the flow. “I’d love to. Thank you. So you live near here or you work for the snack bar?” She asked casually, doing a quick step back for she almost bumped into him when he suddenly stopped walking and turned to face her. “It’s nice to meet you Peter. I’m Helena Ravencrow.” She smiled up at him, internally cursing herself for not being able to think of a better lastname.
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Post by petercozart on Apr 17, 2011 16:30:29 GMT 1
Peter merely smiled at her as she related on how she would have to resort to using magic in fighting a basilisk. He could not help but agree since it was utterly difficult to survive without it. However, it wasn’t exactly applicable to him because in all his years of living amongst muggles, he was able to adapt to their culture and ways, even managing to learn a few tricks. Everything he learned will come in handy once the day he started his mission comes. “Well, I have to admit that it’s pretty hard to fight off a basilisk without using magic. But apparently, this is a cockroach we’re talking about. I guess desensitizing yourself to the sight of it would be helpful,” he said, a playful smile on his face. He was quite amused at the way she reacted to the experience.
He then removed his towel from his shoulders and wiped his sweaty face. The heat was definitely unbearable at this time of day; however he was already used to being tanned. “Well before I came here, I was as chalky pale as a ghost. I’m not really healthy looking, unlike my younger brother,” he then replied, trying hard not to show any sign of anger to his brother for being much more luckier in life than he was. Although he was stronger and more creative in his strategies, his brother makes up for it in strength and a host of enhanced talents. “No problem there little lady, I only did what a prudent person would do in such a situation,” he then added, returning her smile, in response to her gratitude for making the cockroach disappear.
Peter then sighed as she asked him why he wasn’t visiting the wizarding world lately. “Well, it is a long story little lady. Apparently, I’m having a bit of a vacation here; I want to get away from the hustle and bustle of our world,” he then answered, hoping that she wouldn’t hammer him more. “Besides, I am already used to the life here, I am able to survive in this place without using magic, although I use it every now and then,” he then added as an afterthought. He then smiled as she accepted his offer for a drink. “Well, I live on a beach house here but it’s a long way from here. It has a good view of the beach though,” he then replied to her other question. He then turned back to her when he heard her name. “Nice meeting you, Helena. You really have a nice name,” he then said, smiling at her. He then turned away once again to lead the way to the snack bar. After a few minutes of walking, they finally arrived. “Choose something for yourself, it’s on me,” he then said.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Apr 18, 2011 15:38:16 GMT 1
Helena still could not believe that the day she left Hogwarts was three days ago. She smiled to herself, it meant she really was independent enough to be alone. It was a proof that she could take care of herself. As she eyed the young man in front of her and cringed at his suggestion, simply because it was impossible, she found herself wondering when she will go back to school. She did not want to log behind her classmates but she had been enjoying her days alone. Plus, she brought her school books with her and read each of them every night. So far her experiences out of school taught her a lot of things and Helena could not help but want to buy her self some more time to learn more about the muggleworld before going back to her world.
Helena eyed him and could not help but nod. She could not deny that he had been tanned indeed since he was a very long way from the words he used to describe himself. Upon hearing his reply that said more or less meant welcome, she just smiled at him. Helena’s eyes almost bugged out when she heard him say the word ‘vacation.’ “I’m here on vacation too. As much as I love our world, I have to say it could be stressing.” She told him in a matter of fact tone. Especially when someone is trying to poison your mother, who is involved with a murderer, who had a split soul because he made a horcruxes Helena wanted to add.
“That’s got to be the first.” She said casually. “No one really liked my name, except my mother perhaps, and honestly I don’t know if I like it.” She shrugged. She wondered if she should have told him her real name. No, no one can’t know that she was ‘Rowena Ravenclaw’s daughter while she was on break… “I think I’ll take a glass of… orange juice. Thank you, Peter.” She smiled up at Peter. “So, living in a beach house? On vacation for quite a while? That must be amazing. I’m not saying the view in school isn’t great but the beach has a different ambience. It’s just so refreshing here.” Helena took a deep breath of the beach’s refreshing breeze and sighed in contentment before turning to Peter and smiling. “Speaking of school… Did you study at Hogwarts too? If yes, which house were you from? I’m guessing you’re from Hufflepuff.” Helena grinned at Peter.
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Post by petercozart on Apr 20, 2011 15:56:41 GMT 1
Peter grinned as she made her selection from the menu of the snack bar. He then strode over to the counter to place his order: A glass of orange juice for Helena and a glass of planter’s punch for himself. After a few minutes of waiting, he made his way back to her and he handed the glass of orange juice and beckoned her to sit down on one of the tables. He then placed his glass of punch on the table before he sat down opposite her. “You know, it’s been a while since I last talked to someone from our world. I haven’t been getting in touch lately,” he then began, as he sipped from his glass of punch. “Do you have any updates as to what is happening? It would really be nice to know,” he added, looking at her intently.
He then could not help but agree that it was indeed stressful to be in the wizarding world. He himself had been trying to run away from it all. It was ironic that he was asking her for news when in fact; he was actually trying his best not to be reached with the news. He then wondered that would be her primary stressor that made her go as far as this muggle village just to have a vacation? He then focused on listening to her questions, most notably on his being in vacation. “Well, I managed to acquire the beach house through a small fortune I inherited from my uncle. I had the house restored to its former glory and that’s where I spend my vacation right now,” he replied to her first question. She was right; he was on vacation for almost a long time now and he was already used to a life without magic. He then watched her drink as he took in a breath of the refreshing beach breeze. He was already willing to trade in his wand just to have the relaxing life he wanted, if not for one obstacle: his brother. He was brought sharply back to reality when she mentioned that he might have come from Hufflepuff house whule he was a student at Hogwarts. “Hmmm, yeah I also studied there…I was chosen to be placed in Slytherin though. I personally don’t mind whichever house I would go in as long as I had plenty of opportunities to learn right?” he then said, smiling at her.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Apr 29, 2011 7:09:24 GMT 1
The turn of events ever since she went out of school up to the moment when she met Peter made her like ‘the life’ outside of school. The muggle world was not so bad, after all, provided that you have money, the courage and independence to roam around and you are not caught while using magic. As she eyed Peter, she could not fight the urge to smile. His life was so much easier than hers and he was very kind. He lived by the beach and to him everyday was vacation day. Helena was not pro doing nothing but even the most industrious persons were allowed to dream of vacations.
“Thank you, Peter.” She said, a smile on her face as she accepted the glass of orange juice. When he said he hadn’t been in touch with the wizarding world, Helena was almost excited to tell him all about the recent events that happened in their world. However, she found herself biting her tongue about the latest scoop in her pregnant mother’s love life. “A lot had been happening. In Hogwarts, I heard that someone purposely tried to poison one of the founders. It’s good that the founder was not harmed.” Helena paused, playing with the straw of her orange juice. “And outside campus, the aurors are tracking down this, um murderer, who apparently is very dangerous because escaped from the most secured prison cell in our world. I could not believe it when I first heard about it. That prison cell held the most powerful witches and wizards since the beginning of time.” Helena shook her head before finally taking a sip of her orange juice. “I like it. It’s pulpy, natural and refreshing.” She added as an afterthought.
Helena watched him carefully for he seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered what would someone like him, who was on an indefinite vacation, think about so deeply. “Wow. ‘restored to its former glory’? It must be very beautiful…” Helena commented. “Are you going there soon? Maybe you could take me there? I’d love to see it.” Helena added enthusiastically. She was well aware that Peter was still a stranger; but, she was on vacation. She wanted to do things that she never did before. She wanted some sort of an adventure to refresh herself and take her mind off things. “Of course. All houses are the same. It’s the learning that matters.” Helena nodded in agreement.
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Post by petercozart on Apr 29, 2011 17:12:27 GMT 1
Peter looked at Helena with a mixture of fascination and curiosity on his face. Apparently, he was surprised on how she managed to handle her situation. He really would love to ask her a few questions about herself; however, he knew that she would not really trust him that much yet because after all, they were practically strangers to each other's lives. Seeing her though gave him a anew dimension to his indefinite vacation. He would make sure that she would have the time of her life in this place. He merely listened attentively as she filled him in with news from their world; it seemed that there were quite a lot of drastic events that were happening back there, but what made him lean forward to get a good listen to is the news about a known murderer who escaped from a maximum security wizarding prison which had lots of aurors as security and is now on the loose. Peter struggled to keep his face straight after hearing it.
He merely smiled as she commented on the taste of the juice he offered her. "No problem, it's my pleasure," he then said. "It seems to me that there are a lot of untimely events that are happening in our world right now. I guess nowhere is safe now," he then commented after she finished talking about the news. He then thought of his upcoming plans and was trying to piece out in his mind how he would easily carry it out. "Well apparently, I'll be going there in a short while and yeah, you can come with me. I'll be fixing us some food when we get there. I was actually about to ask you where you are staying so you can just move in with me for the meantime to save money," he then said, looking at her and waiting for her answer. He could not blame her if she refused his offer anyway. "Well, there's always this notion of blood prejudice going on in our world and I guess we Slytherins were famous for advocating it. But I guess, it really does not matter, we're all brothers and sisters right?" he added as an afterthought.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on May 6, 2011 5:33:20 GMT 1
As Helena talked to Peter, she could not help but regret her decision. She should have told him her real name. He seemed calm and honest… almost sweet. He was not trying to be close to her because she was Rowena’s daughter and he did not seem to be the type with ulterior motives. As far as Helena could see, he was a real person and Helena liked him for it. Too preoccupied by disbelief that a wizard could be powerful enough to get pass the guards and successfully get out of the most secure facility for criminals, Helena did not take time to read his expression and when he did not speak up she took it as an act of surprise. “Maybe it’s high time for our world to develop a new type of security. Its quality can’t be questioned until it is proven flawed and since it apparently is I think the system could use any form of upgrade.” Helena added after a few moments of silence before hoisting herself up gracefully to one of the high wooden stools lined up in front of the snack bar.
Helena nodded in agreement but chose not to say anything. Nowhere was safe and even Hogwarts was not anymore. The young Ravenclaw could not be more pleased the moment she heard about his offer. “That’s very generous of you, Peter.” She said automatically, her tone was one of surprise and her expression a mixture of delight, surprise and gladness. “I’d loved to move in but I think it is just rightful if I paid rent. Is three galleons enough per day? Don’t worry, I won’t be staying that long. A week and a few days would be the maximum.” Helena assured him and was about to add something when he suddenly spoke of blood prejudice, a topic Helena preferred not to discuss, especially with Slytherins. But, what he just said was quite a unique coming from a Slytherin, it sounded classic gone wrong and it made the young Ravenclaw smile. “We Ravenclaws do not promote blood prejudice but we prefer not to interfere with advocates for we believe that everyone has a right to have their own opinion.” Helena said in a matter-of-fact tone, speaking for the Ravenclaw house and her family in general, remembering the great friendship between her Uncle Salazar and her mother. “But, we do share the same opinion. I believe we are all equal… like brothers and sisters. And, if it makes any difference, I’m pureblood.” Helena said the last part in a teasing manner before sucking another mouthful of orange juice at the end of her straw.
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Post by petercozart on May 6, 2011 11:02:17 GMT 1
Peter merely nodded and continued to sip his planter’s punch slowly. He could not bring himself to tell her that he played a pivotal role in that particular event. However, he then turned to gaze at her again and realized that it would definitely not hurt her if she wouldn’t know anything about it or about him in general. He wanted to just keep the friendship and someday tell her when the right moment comes. He then focused on what she was saying about developing a new type of security. “Well, I guess you’re right, our world could use such an advancement in security. I just could not imagine a wizard who could break through such tight security, he is a genius indeed,” he then said. And I’m that genius guy, he then thought to himself, forcing to frown instead of smiling.
He then continued to sip his punch silently, thinking hard. When he heard from her that she was willing to pay rent for staying at his beach house, he almost choked on his drink in surprise. “Oh no no, you don’t need to pay rent. That’s stealing. It’s enough that you stay there, I know that it’s hard for you to move along without that many resources during your vacation,” he then said, when he finally managed to calm himself down. He did a few deep breaths and coughed hard to ease the congestion on his lungs. “Besides, you are always welcome to stay for as long as you like. If you want, I could accompany you to wherever you want to go,” he added, as he flashed a brilliant smile at her. He then noticed that his glass was already empty and so he asked for another. “I guess we purebloods are surely divided when it comes to opinions regarding blood purity. My brother is a half-blood and I guess we get along really nicely,” he then said, smiling once more but the mere thought of his brother made it not reach his eyes. He then wondered whether there was something about her that she kept hiding from him.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on May 20, 2011 16:41:37 GMT 1
Helena regarded Peter for a while, quite curious with his expression. He seemed quite… preoccupied by his thoughts. “He really is. I actually like the way he thinks.” Helena said, reclining on her chair in a more relaxed manner. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I like murderers who evade paying for their crimes… All I’m saying is that it must have taken a great deal of cleverness and strategic planning on his part to pull that kind of breakout. It’s impressive.” She added shortly after her ironic revelation, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. He seemed like a nice guy just judging by the frown on his face, it was obvious that he did not support guys like the murderer at all. And, at that point in time, the last thing Helena wanted was to drive him away due to a simple misunderstanding.
“Hey I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” Helena asked, looking concerned as she watched him choke on his drink. He seemed to have been surprised at her words and she could not help but feel a bit responsible for his sudden predicament. Helena was truly surprised at how understanding he sounded. He seemed to treat her like he would treat a friend who visited him frequently. Helena was touched and she could not help but express this in the form of words. “A tour around the town with you would be amazing. Thank you. And yes, it has been hard. I miss my other possessions. It’s a good thing that I have been managing my finances well. Not that I have the choice to do otherwise. What I have now is what I will utilize my whole vacation. It’s not like I can go to the bank and withdraw.” She shook her head slightly. “This is probably how the ripper feels like… some fugitive who can’t be seen…” She absently added barely above whisper. “Thank you so much for your hospitality. I appreciate it. If ever there is something you need help with, just let me know. I owe you.” Helena told him sincerely, smiling. When he shared that he and his halfblood brother got along well, Helena’s smile widened.
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Post by petercozart on Jul 6, 2011 8:27:31 GMT 1
Upon hearing what she had to say about the killer, Peter looked away for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. He knew that he shouldn’t be revealing more than he already knows. Besides, he wanted to enjoy his last few moments before he starts his mission which in fact, was only just a mere 12 hours away. He could not help but feel sorry for Helena, for he knew he would have to leave her at any moment. He then turned back to his glass of punch and sighed. “No, I guess we all agree on the same thing. You don’t have to be cautious, I know you were just stating your opinion regarding the person,” he then said, flashing a brilliant smile. “Besides, I really admire this guy, for he indeed possesses a clever mind and critical thinking skills, not to mention a bit of insanity,” he added, surprised that he was indeed describing himself. He hoped that she wouldn’t be able to see through him.
“No, no, I am alright. Thank you for your concern, Helena,” he then said, upon seeing the look of concern on her face. He could not help but be touched by her concern for him. If she hadn’t been so young…he would have considered courting her…and he looked away again, silently cursing himself for thinking such thoughts. He decided to change the subject to avoid the awkwardness he felt. “Where are you staying currently? I’ll accompany you there and I’ll take your possessions to my beach house. Don’t worry about the rent, you don’t need to pay me,” he told her pointedly. He then sighed and looked at her intently. “You are really young. It is really harsh to live in the Muggle World. You really need a stable place to stay, instead of renting. My house has everything you need, if ever you need something else, we’ll buy later,” he added. He then nodded in agreement upon hearing her statement about how the ripper must have felt like, being on the run. “Well I guess he or she must have handled the situation pretty well, or maybe he or she must have already planned right ahead,” he then said, looking wistful, once again hoping that she would not be able to read him. He then silently rose up from his seat and offered his hand to her. “Shall we go?” he then asked her, grinning.
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Post by Helena Albertyne Ravenclaw on Jul 6, 2011 11:55:24 GMT 1
The third year Ravenclaw regarded Peter carefully for a moment, wondering what he was thinking and if she got her point across. A smile played on her lips upon hearing his first few words. For some reason, Helena felt that his opinion actually meant something to her. For the first time in her life, she wanted a stranger’s approval. Why? She asked herself in her mind; but, she mentally shoved the question aside upon hearing him utter the best word that described the killer. Once again, she found herself eyeing Peter, but this time with fondness. “Well said. I’m so glad you see my point.” Helena smiled up at him, obviously liking the way he his brain works.
Helena found herself, once again, looking at him… but this time, her expression was curious. The ravenclaw was about to ask him what he was thinking when he suddenly spoke up. Helena merely muttered her sincere thanks and nodded to show him that she understood. Upon hearing him sigh, she felt her heart stop. Was he mad? “You are very nice to me. I can never thank you enough.” Helena said, her voice breaking slightly and she turned away for a while. After about five seconds she turned her head to stare at him intently. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone who… cares. Thanks.” Helena said awkwardly, not used to these kind of situation, but her sincerity was evident. It was also evident that she was deeply touched by his kindness. “Actually I stay here… by the beach and all my belongings are in my bag, which is shrunk, in my pocket.” Helena, once again, looked at him for a while before speaking. “You’re right. Peter…” She paused, trying to think of the right words to say. “You are really good at this. I’m impressed. A lot of people would have had a hard time understanding a mind as complex as a murderer’s.” Helena said with a small smile. “We shall.” She smiled, gracefully stood up and took his hand.
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