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Damien Ivory

Jan 2 2007, 10:09 AM

{CLOSED to Brynne van Varick}
[size=1] It's a good thing unsorts didn't come with fully labeled packages and a tag connected to their mouth saying that they were unsorted. No, that would be pure torture. He had already labeled some people and was about to make some tags, but instead of connect them, he would stick them on their mouth so that they couldn't speak, nor could they be ignored, because they couldn't speak, and then Damien wouldn't feel so guilty about ignoring people as much as he did. Wait. He DIDN'T feel guilty about ignoring people. He just wished they'd shut up.

Damien wondered around Diagon Alley. Ah, this place sucked once you come here everyday. Once again, his mum's boyfriend was coming over, so Damien's mum kicked him out again. No, I'm not talking "give him money and drive him down to Hogsmeade to have fun", I'm meaning, she told him to "Get out! Get lost! Or else he'll be 'Getting grounded!'" Damien didn't have second thoughts about leaving the house. Actually, today, once his mum mentioned "boyfriend" he left. Before she could even scream at him to get out. Damien and his mum weren't in the strongest relationship of the year.

Damien didn't care if all he did in his life was beg for money. Heck, he'd do anything in life to keep out of that house and keep away from magic. But, sadly, the only thing an eleven year-old kid like him could do to get out of that house is to go to Hogwarts. A magical school. It was either magic or mum and he hated his mum too much to choose her over magic. Plus, you never know. Damien could meet some friends at Hogwarts. Maybe not. Damien had a total of one friend right now. That was Cody. He was mean to Cody. He was mean to everyone, but Cody still took it when other people didn't. That's why Cody was his only friend. He was the only one who dealt with Damien's meanness.

Damien sighed and rubbed his eyes. The snow caused his eyes to water. Allergies. He sneezed. He sneezed again. And again. And again. The only problem with his mum kicking him out in winter is his allergies. Otherwise, Damien would be jumping with joy to get out for the day. Damien didn't like allergies. He didn't know a soul who did. Once he met one, he'd probably get so annoyed at "I want to sneeze! I want to sneeze!", he'd probably ruin their chances of sneezing by breaking their nose.

Damien wasn't the quiet type who didn't take actions. Damien was the type to take action whenever he could. Damien was the type to take action even when he couldn't, or shouldn't I should say. Damien talked a lot too. He was the exact opposite of his friend Cody. Damien was selfish, annoying, loud, and brave. Cody was....well, shy, quiet, afraid, and....to Damien: a bit boring. Cody needed to see life. He needed to break through walls of "Take no chances" Damien had broken through those walls, oh, say, when he was two maybe?

Damien wasn't having a particularly fine day. It was freezing. He was sneezing and now his puppeteer couldn't think of anymore rhymes, but Damien was still not have a holly jolly day. He decided to go into the first shop he saw. To get warm, and to stop sneezing. Only, he didn't exactly realize someone was behind the door when he opened it, so bang goes the door into the nose. And down goes the person. Damien decided to bring out the "soft side." "Oh! Are you alright! I'm so sorry!" He yeeped as the person, who turned out to be a girl, lie on the floor.

Brynne van Varick

Jan 2 2007, 12:43 PM

(OOC: Sorry, it's not that long.

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It was almost the end of the break and Brynne found herself alone in Diagon Alley once more. She didn't mind being alone some times, but now she felt like she wanted some company. The holidays had made her a bit glum, to be honest. I mean, she loved her family and all, but she still felt quite lonely without her mum there. And that was what bothered her because it had been, what, four years ago and she still hadn't gotten used to it?? Oh bugger all. It was all this Christmas hoopla, really. And it was her father's fault. What? She could blame him for everything really.

She trudged down one of the streets, alone, with only the frost that was her breath to keep her company. Had her father really needed to send her off to Diagon Alley that soon? Sure he said something about business couldn't one of her aunts take her? There were so many of them -- enough to form a small army even! -- that surely he wouldn't run out of choices. But whatever. She was here and that was it. She was here. Now what?

There wasn't much to do really. Diagon Alley lost its charm after, oh, three days of staying in it. Well, at least, that what happened in her case the first time she went there. Was that really a year ago? The fact that it was 2007 hadn't really sunk into her yet and frankly, she wasn't sure if she wanted it to. Did she really want to get older? Ew. Getting older sucked. More responsibilities and whatnot. But it was inevitable so what was she going to do? Buy herself a mug of chocolate that's what.

No, she hadn't lost her mind just yet. She just happened to come upon one of the cozy shops she had frequented before her first year at Hogwarts started and she really wanted to get warm. Besides, it was better than wandering aimlessly out in the cold with the possibility of encountering shady characters. And really, who needed all that hassle?

She heard the little bell attached to the door ring as she opened it. The door, not the bell obviously. She shut the door behind her but didn't move any further. The place was moderately packed, and there was a rather inviting table right there in the corner but she found herself rooted to the spot. Er, did she really wanted to go through with this? She couldn't decide. For some odd reason she hated being alone but now she was and there was apparently no way that she could remedy that situation so.. Now what?

Evidently, she didn't need to make a decision just yet as she heard the door open and actually felt the door collide with her body. She got crashed back into the wall behind her and felt the wind getting knocked out of her, and was her nose throbbing? She finally escaped from her thoughts and saw a boy in front of her, a guilty look on his face, asking her if she was alright. So he was the culprit. Stupid boy.

Even though she faltered a bit, she stood up and tried to rub some feeling back into her nose. Seriously, what had she done to deserve such treatment?? She glared at the boy. "Knocking me over so you could pass wasn't really that necessary, you know," she told the boy irritably.

Damien Ivory

Jan 5 2007, 05:23 AM

Damien was stunned. This girl believed that it was HIS fault! How selfish! Not only was it the girl's fault that she was standing in a doorway and acused Damien of commiting the crime, he even asked her if she were okay, and what did he get? Smot. Exactly why Damien rather be a nasty little bugger than to be a polite gentlemen. I mean, what were his plans for Hogwarts? World Domination. Not exactly WORLD domination, but possibly Mum Domination. Once he learned magic and whatnot, he was sure to be good enough to fight his mum in the battle of hate by fifth year. Or, atleast, he hoped.

"Erm....Say "Hullo" to reality. You stood in a doorway of a shop. What else do you expect? Do you think everyone has mind powers and knows that you lie behind these walls and this door and they might hurt you if they were to pleasantly walk in to a shop, seeking no troubles? Hmm? Think about it. You stand behind a doorway. You get smacked by the door. You think it's that person's fault. That's just a bit messed up, don't you think?" Damien snapped at the girl. "Let me guess, your next experiment: Go stand under a falling meteor? Seems like something you might do." Buuuuurn. Damien had to admit that he wasn't so great at various things, but when it came to words, he was fairly good.

Damien may have hated magic, but he could tell that this girl was some part of it. Magic, he meant. Whcih was the part he loved about magic. All these enemies he made that were attending or going to attend Hogwarts, should be afraid. Damien had a few tricks up his sleeve and they weren't exactly wash-off-silly-string tricks. One day women will all become monsters. They're monsters already. Every girl Damien met so far besides Libby, was not a friend, but an enemy to Damien. Libby was more of in the acquantaince /friend area. Pretty much, every other girl fell under enemies. Mortal enemies to be exact.

Damien wondered what this girl would fall under. Probably somewhere in enemies. They were bound to hate each other. She would start yelling at him. He would yell back. She would make a statement and walk away. Damien would add her to his enemies list and have her be one of his victims to pull some pranks on. It's how it always ended up. It's not like they would start apologizing and go out to get some butterbear! No. It wasn't human nature. For the sake of humanity, that wouldn't happen. Unless, of course, the girl payed. Then Damien could always say sorry for free butterbear.

Damien decided to stick out his right arm to help the girl up. It was the least he could do. He DID smack her in the face with a door, but that still didn't mean it wasn't HER fault. SHE stood in the door. SHE was waiting for it to happen. It was like SHE was asking for it. HE didn't do anything but give her what she asked for. Wasn't that a good deed or something? Yes. Helping people get what they want. Oh great, now Damien carried pride on his shoulders for "helping the girl get what she wanted". Greeeat. Even though that's NOT what she wanted. No one would want to get smacked in the face with a door. Well, maybe some people, but she didn't seem like SHE wanted to.

Brynne van Varick

Jan 5 2007, 01:46 PM

Brynne continued rubbing her nose. Apparently it wasn't broken and there was no blood since she would've noticed by now if blood had been flowing from her nose. Hah, the boy was lucky. If there had been an injury, she would've been yelling by now. If, of course, they were alone. She didn't like yelling in front of many people. It really wasn't civilised, and she didn't want to attract attention to herself like that. It would be too scandalous, and besides, she didn't feel like making a scene today. She felt rather glum actually. Up until the boy hit her with the door though. Really, what had he been thinking?? Barging in like that, like he had to open the door to its fullest extent so that he could get in. And it had sent a nasty gust of cold, icy air inside the shop too. How inconsiderate of him.

And god, did he have to talk THAT much? He surely had a mouth for a little boy. On other times, like when she wasn't as grumpy and if the stream of words hadn't been directed at her, she would've been impressed by it, but now, it greatly annoyed her. It was like this incessant and rather shrilly buzzing in her ear. GAH. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly, trying to regain her cool and as an attempt to block out the buzzing. She cleared her throat and spoke clearly, making sure that every word could be understood:

"First of all, I wasn't blocking the doorway. If you hadn't unnecessarily opened it to its fullest extent and barging in like some giant weirdo, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. Second, it is your fault. And third, if a meteor would be up in the sky and I directly under it, the chances of it falling on me are rather slim. Maybe you should brush up on your reading about the atmosphere."

At least she hadn't snapped at him, and she was much more civilised. Evidently, he wasn't the greatest in the knowledge department, but he didn't seem hopeless either. The only thing she had against him was that he talked too much and too fast, and she wasn't in her best condition too, so that didn't help. Besides, what was he doing anyway, barging into the place like that? Of course there could also be that tiny possibility that he wasn't right in the head. And frankly, she wasn't sure if that bothered her. She could be like that sometimes, and maybe even worse, but she'd never openly admit that to anyone. Hah.

He stuck his arm out to help her up. Interesting. He had a brain after all. But now what was she going to do? Normally she didn't hold or touch anything that belonged to a boy, but normally she didn't get hit by attacking doors either. Given that this situation was definitely NOT normal, so she guessed she could make exceptions. She grasped his hand and hoisted herself up. Dusting the dust off her clothes, she immediately remembered that she had to say something. "Erm, thanks, er, boy." Well, she didn't know his name. What could he expect?

She surveyed the shop once more and noticed only one vacant table available. Oh bugger. That would mean they had to share, right? Unless she got to it first. Yes, she could do that. Hah, that was what she was going to do. Immediately, she walked to the table and was right in front of it. In a moment she could sit down and enjoy a mug of steaming hot chocolate. She looked back at the boy and felt rather guilty though. Maybe she had been too harsh? Huh. She hated these conscience thingies, always making her do things she usually didn't want to. "Hey," she called out to the boy. "So, er, I guess this means you have to sit with me?" So it wasn't the nicest invitation in the world but whatever. It was still an invitation though, and as she wasn't really the expert in this interaction business, that was the best she could do.

Damien Ivory

Jan 6 2007, 04:16 AM

Damien wasn't really offended by her rather rude words. He knew that she were just saying that to say it. Girls always did that. Say something they didn't really know or weren't sure if it was right just to make them look smarter and sure of themselves. Damien knew a lot of girls who did that. Like Lux...Lux....maybe just Lux then. Damien didn't know that many girls, anyways. The people he knew were guys. And they were his close friends. Or friend. He only had one. Maybe he did know more girls than guys. Maybe he just didn't really know many people. Maybe his puppeteer was saying maybe too much. Maybe he isn't.

Damien watched the girl up and move to the table after calling him "boy." What ever happened to names these days? Oh, right. She didn't KNOW his name. So, how were she to possibly say thanks to a guy whom's name she did not have fixed in her mind? Damien thought there was a possible answer. No, he KNEW there was a possible answer. 'Er..thanks.' could've worked just fine. She didn't HAVE to throw in the 'er, boy' part, now did she? No. Damien skimmed the place for another table as the girl claimed one as her own. Damn. No empty tables. What was he to do NOW? Go across the street and hope for hot chocolate and a table? No. This was the only place he knew of that served hot chocolate. Hot chocolate would really warm him up too. Maybe he'd just stand. He didn't have to sit at a table.

Damien paused, blinked, shrugged. That was his reaction to invitations. Pause, to give the person time to actually realize they'd said that. Blink, as if to say, "Really?". Then shrug, as if to say, "Okay. Whatever you say." That was Damien's technique. Yes, he was weird to think of it. He was even weirder to actually do that whenever someone invited him somewhere. Strangely enough, he rarely got to do that, even though he did it EVERY time he got invited somewhere. He needed more friends. More people to invite him places. More people to be invited to places.

Damien walked over to the table. He didn't sit, though. He thought sitting down was more of inviting himself, so he waited to see if she would tell him to sit down. Damien looked at the girl. She was alright looking. For a girl. Damien still couldn't put his finger on it, but for some reason, he could be-friend girls, but he couldn't like them more than friends. Sure, girls at his old school liked him. Crushed on him. He never liked them, though, and no, not because of cooties. Because he just couldn't find himself in concluding that he liked them. He never understood it. He did plan to figure out why in third year. He thoughts maybe, that when he was sorted and about halfway through school years, and he had officially become a teenager would be the best time to figure things out.

"You want a drink or something? I can pay. Least I can do." He glanced at her nose. It had turned a shocking bright blood red, though it wasn't bleeding. Damien felt sorry, not for the girl, but for himself. He felt sorry for what he hadn't done, not what he did. He felt sorry that he hadn't just stayed clear of this place. He felt sorry because he hadn't gotten his stupid allergy shot and gotten rid of these allergies that pulled him inside the shop in the first place. So there.

Brynne van Varick

Jan 21 2007, 03:50 AM

Brynne tried not to roll her eyes as the boy just sort of stood there and started doing these rather odd actions as she invited him to sit with her. Clearly he was mentally-challenged or something. Or maybe he wasn't used to being in contact with people? That was sad, and funny too, she had to admit. And it only made her pity him even more when he approached her but didn't sit down. Didn't they have tables where he lived?

Of course, maybe he hadn't sat down because she hadn't sat down yet. Huh. If that were the case, then he wasn't mentally-challenged at all. He was .. civilised. And only God knew how much being civilsed mattered to Brynne; most of the time, anyway. So maybe this boy wasn't too bad after all. There was stil hope for him yet.

She caught his gaze and followed it. Yes, he was looking at her nose. Was it really that awful? She turned towards the glass windows and caught her reflection on them. OHMYGOD. It made her look like that reindeer but worse. Ohnoes. This was bad. She already made a fool out of herself most of the time, why not add in a bright red nose to make her look like some sort of clown? GAH.

Shuffling hurriedly into a seat, she rummaged through her pocket and took out some coins. "You don't have to pay, it's okay really," she told him as she thrust the coins into his hand. "Just, please can you get the drinks? I swear my nose is a danger to all wizardkind. I'd rather not expose it." She offered him a feeble smile, hoping he got the message hidden under her joke. Oh, wait. She hadn't introduced herself yet. How could she go asking people to buy drinks for her and not tell them her name? How rude of her. "I'm Brynne, by the way."

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