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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Aug 24, 2012 10:43:09 GMT 1
Kynthia walked through the corridors at a slow pace. She wore a thin light-blue robe. Her flowing skirt hid the fact that she wore no shoes. After stopping and sitting on a long bench, Kyntha pulled legs up over the side of the bench. She dropped small blue bag next to her on the bench. It had been nearly invisible against the similar color of her tight bodice. And it was quite a small bag. Despite its size, Kynthia reached inside for her quill and parchment and the bag nearly consumed her entire arm before she had found what she was looking for. Despite the previous matching color scheme, her ink remained the standard black.
Kynthia set the quill against the parchment but was swept up in her memories of Hogwarts before she could write anything. She had escaped that torturous nightmare and had seemingly found a Eden. After only a moment of the mixed memories and fantasy, Brigit Beaumont sat next to Kynthia.
Kynthia responded by dropping her legs off the bench to the floor quickly. She turned her head to the other girl. "Hello," she spoke quietly. Not paying attention, her parchment was caught by the wind and blew into the air. Kynthia leaned forward with impeccable reflexes and caught the parchment before it escaped too far. She looked back in Brigit's direction. "Uh. Sorry. I'm Kynthia. Most people call me Cherry though. I mean, most people I know."
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Post by Brigit Beaumont on Aug 24, 2012 11:18:51 GMT 1
Brigit was walking down the corridor carrying a large book and her dark red bag. It made a contrast to her light-blue robe and her pale skin. She was approaching a long bench when she noticed the girl who had already been sitting there. Her eyes widened when she recognised her, it was the new girl who had came to their school from Hogwarts. It happened rarely and Brigit was interested in meeting the girl and talking to her. Brigit had always been wondering what it was like to go to Hogwarts. Besides, the girl must have felt so lonely here in Beauxbatons, without anyone she knew, without any friends.
The vampire-witch approached the girl who seemed to be writing something and sat on the bench next to her. "Hello." she greeted the girl, lowering her bag on floor next to them. Suddenly, the soft breeze caught the girl's parchment, but she caught it before it could go too far. "That's impressive!" Brigit exclaimed, genuinely impressed. She had never seen a witch, a human, with such reflexes. Brigit chuckled slightly before answering "Don't worry about it. I am Brigit Beaumont." she introduced herself, speaking with soft French accent, as she always did. Her gaze focused on Kynthia. "I like Cherry. Cherry suits you well. Can I call you Cherry, now that I know you?" she asked with a smile.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Aug 24, 2012 12:09:23 GMT 1
Kynthia returned the parchment to her lap where it had been before it blew away. Her eyes did not leave Brigit as she did so. She looked down momentarily to write her own name and the date in a corner. She looked up at Brigit againt, perplexed. "What's impressive?" Kynthia looked around for anything exceptional. She turned back to Brigit still in confusion. She recovered quickly however. "Brigit Beaumont? Oh, what a pretty name!" Brigit's accent did not perturb Kynthia as her parents both had accents she was used to deciphering them. "Yes, you may. It is short for my middle name, Cherish."
Kynthia looked down at her parchment again. She read the name over, "Kynthia Boulais. I used to write Cherry Boulais on papers. People stopped calling me that. Eventually I stopped writing it." Kynthia looked up at Brigit again. "Sorry, you probably don't care." Kynthia looked down at her parchment again and started scribbling faulty information on recent goblin wars. Her writing was very messy. Often scribbling out words when she caught herself reverting back to English.
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Post by Brigit Beaumont on Aug 24, 2012 12:33:34 GMT 1
Brigit looked confused for a moment. However, she quickly recovered and just smiled again, shaking her head slightly. "You're very fast." she answered with a shrug. Brigit chuckled lightly at her next words. "Thank you." had she not been a vampire, she would have blushed. Brigit nodded her head. "I see. Then I shall call you Cherry." she smiled again, before adding "You also have a nice name. My name is actually much longer." Vampires often gave their children many middle names, so Brigit was no exception. "But I like to be called Brigit."
Brigit's gaze followed Kynthia's, so she noticed that Kynthia had written her name on the parchment. She listened to the girl's explanation, nodding her head slightly. Kynthia or Cherry seemed to be a very nice girl. Her relaxed chatter was very pleasant to Brigit, who hated snobs and arrogant people. "It is actually a nice little story." she finally said, crossing her legs and looking towards Kynthia's parchment, filled with information written in very messy handwriting. "I'm not very acquainted with goblin wars." she admitted with a smile. "Is this true?" she asked, squinting at the parchment.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Aug 24, 2012 20:50:01 GMT 1
Kynthia smiled nervously. She had never considered that she was faster than other humans before. She had been too preoccupied with her obvious difference from other humans and the immense toll that took on her energy to have noticed it before. "Hopefully not too fast," She murmured to herself. It took her a moment before she realized she was still in the middle of conversation with Brigit. By now most folk would admit they didn't have enough time to talk and turn their back on her. She could not blame most of them, as they were around her age and this was their final two years of school and lots of studying lay ahead of them.
"Its not fair really. All of my siblings and my parents have common names. I sometimes wish my name was easier to say. I'm so jealous of your name." Kynthia giggled then continued writing about her fantastic goblin wars. She had never been particularly fond of History of Magic. She sighed as she continued on describing one goblin as exotically handsome. "People get so serious. I understand why but it seems unnatural to me." She looked up at Brigit again. "Goblin wars? I'm not even certain if they happen anymore. Doesn't Gryffindor stop them all?" Kynthia shrugged her shoulders and began to hum quietly as she continued writing an epic for her history professor.
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Post by Brigit Beaumont on Aug 24, 2012 23:40:20 GMT 1
Brigit returned the smile. She didn't miss Kynthia's murmured words, so she said: "Don't worry, one can never be too fast." The dark-haired girl just sat on the bench, looking at Kynthia with the same interest, even when the girl stopped talking to her. She was politely waiting for the new girl to say something. Brigit was very patient, so she could wait. They had all the time in the world.
The young witch looked puzzled for a moment. "Well, I still like your name. I think that Kynthia Boulais is a very nice name." Brigit shrugged. "You know, many people mispronounce my name. Not here in France, but in England... you know, my grandmother used to live in England." the girl said joyfully, casually jumping from one subject to another. "It is a beautiful country." Brigit was still looking at Kynthia's parchment. She nodded her head at Cherry's words. "You are right. People are too serious, but it doesn't do them any good." she giggled after reading the description of a handsome goblin. "So, you are writing a story, then?" Brigit shrugged at the mention of Gryffindor and goblin wars. She had heard of him of course, but wasn't sure if he had anything to do with goblins. "I don't know." she answered sincerely.
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Post by Kynthia Boulais on Sept 4, 2012 12:35:53 GMT 1
Cherry grinned at the statement though she was still a little unsettled. Was she always showing inhumane displays of speed throughout her school years? Had anyone else noticed? The thought made her anxious. She imagined that things people had said to her in the past few days somehow related to her condition.
Cherry turned to Brigit, not wanting to seem disrespectful. Her goblin story was interrupted by her paranoid dilemna. She recalled the old Hogwarts castle, apart of her still wished she was there. But that was the same part of her that recalled memories of her old friend Abigail. "No. I think its a stupid place." Cherry narrowed her eyes and continued writing about goblins. Her taste had suddenly turned to making them look as ugly as possible. Uglier even than they were. "No. Not a story." Cherry picked up a small book and flipped through the pages quickly. She stopped at a random page and wrote down the first date she saw. If she had read the article at all, she would have realised it was about Centaurs and not Goblins. Cherry did not care however. "Its class work. This is how I used to write it with my friend. She's still at Hogwarts."
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