May 2013
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morde-cai:
/presses his fingers against one of the thick scars encircling his wrists, also unsure now of what to say/
-looks up at him, but doesn’t notice, biting her lip for a moment before speaking suddenly- Do you like butterbeer?
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morde-cai:
/can’t help but be stuck thinking about his family, Marco, and Rigby; it brings a sort of pain to his chest and he wants to change the topic, but can’t find the words to do so/
-looks at him for a moment, and drops her eyes to the floor, not knowing what to say-
April 2013
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morde-cai:
Of course it isn’t simple. /bites his lip/ It’s complicated.
-looks at him carefully- Yeah… it is, isn’t it?
morde-cai:
/furrows his brow slightly, lifting his gaze to look at her curiously/
-smiles softly- I’m just saying if you decided to, I’d be okay with it. And it wouldn’t be a bad decision. But I understand that isn’t simple.
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morde-cai:
I don’t think that’s as easy as you’re making it out to be…
I don’t think it’s easy at all, not really.
morde-cai:
/shrugs again, not wanting to elaborate or dwell on the reasoning behind what he said/
-looks at him carefully for a second, and then sort of says quietly- I know you just met me and everything, but you can trust me, you know. It’s still up to you. But you can.
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morde-cai:
/offers a shrug/ If you don’t want to stick around, you don’t have to…
-looks up at him, genuinely confused- Why wouldn’t I want to stick around?
morde-cai:
/curls his hands in his pockets, grinding his teeth/ So, uh…
-pulls her hand away from his shoulder, looking away as she curls a strand of hair around her finger- So…
March 2013
22 posts
morde-cai:
If you say so. /continues as he is, kind of wanting to disappear even though it honestly doesn’t seem to bother her/
-looks up at him and hesitates before touching his shoulder gently- No, really. It’s okay.
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morde-cai:
/mumbles an apology for his brusque tone, toeing at the ground and hunching his shoulders/
-looks up at him, shaking her head softly- No, it’s okay.
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morde-cai:
I said it doesn’t matter, alright? /breathes out, reigning back the sour tone/
-goes quiet at his tone, biting her lip, looking down at her hands-
morde-cai:
/shrugs off her apology/ Doesn’t matter.
-sighs- I’m still sorry. That’s really not like me.
morde-cai:
/doesn’t meet her gaze, instead allowing his own to drop to the scuffed toes of her shoes/ I suppose I have to, don’t I?
-lets out her breath, frowning down at her hands before looking up at him, biting her lip, speaking quietly- I’m sorry, that was an insensitive thing for me to ask…
morde-cai:
I’ve had plenty of time to get used to it… /trails off, unable to think back to the time when he’d had a family and friends, the nostalgia painful when juxtaposed to his current situation/
-looks at him, something younger glinting in her eyes, almost hopeful, dependent, though increasingly saddened- But… can you really… really get used to it?
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morde-cai:
/offers a shrug, keeping his voice quiet/ It doesn’t matter that much, I guess. But, I mean, I guess I’m on my own now.
-looks down at her hands- Being on your own. It’s something to get used to, isn’t it? -frowns-
Cahsee ughhhh
morde-cai:
alaskaquinn:
morde-cai:
/frowns, because he knows how that feels, but he just sort of looks at her forlornly/
-looks up at him from her hands, pausing for a moment to think before she tries to snap herself out of it, shaking her head, taking his expression as one of pity rather than something relatable- But I’m probably just… you know, they’re, um, they’re busy. It’s fine.
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morde-cai:
/frowns, because he knows how that feels, but he just sort of looks at her forlornly/
-looks up at him from her hands, pausing for a moment to think before she tries to snap herself out of it, shaking her head, taking his expression as one of pity rather than something relatable- But I’m probably just… you know, they’re, um, they’re busy. It’s fine.
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morde-cai:
/frowns, the volume of his voice quieting when he next speaks/ Do they leave you alone?
-half nods, half shrugs, looking down at her hands- Yeah, I guess for the most part. They used to send a lot of letters but… less now. -twists her lips in thought-
February 2013
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morde-cai:
/nods, though he doesn’t fully understand her situation/ Do your parents still travel?
-nods slightly, taking a deep breath at that- Yeah… yeah they do.
morde—cai:
/straightens his neck, nodding slightly as she goes on/ Interesting… so were you homeschooled, then?
-shakes her head, sighing- No… I went to tons of different schools. -shrugs- It was okay. Great to see all those places, but… I guess I’m glad to stay put.
morde—cai:
/tilts his head slightly to the side, intrigued now/ Where were you before Hogwarts?
Mm… America, Egypt, Brazil, India, France… we sort of travelled all over. Rounded culture, my parents were always pushing that.
January 2013
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morde-cai:
/shrugs/ I don’t know where you would… except maybe class or something. Though recently - and by recently I mean before I went… travelling, I’ve been keeping to myself.
Maybe it was class, then… -shrugs- I’ve only been at Hogwarts for a year, though. So maybe more of a slight chance…
morde-cai:
/nods as well, hoping to push the conversation along/ I’m Mordecai. I think I’ve seen you around before.
-nods in agreement, offering a gentle smile- Yeah, I think so. I think I recognize you, anyway. It’s nice to meet you, Mordecai.
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morde-cai:
/shrugs again, sheepishly, and brushes off her apology/ It wasn’t so bad. And it doesn’t matter anymore, since I’m fine now.
-bites her lip, but nods, looking at her hands- Well, if you’re fine, that’s good. Um, I don’t think I introduced myself, by the way. I’m Alaska.
morde-cai:
/quiets again, thinking of the perfect way to word what he’ll say next and eventually sort of shrugs/ My wand and I were separated, I needed to get back and didn’t have money for a train.
-frowns deeply, running her fingers through her hair- That sounds… merlin. I’m sorry.
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morde-cai:
/shakes his head/ I walked to here. Same distance, I suppose… /rubs his hands together, his fingers numbing painfully at the reminder of the bitter cold he’d endured without a wand to charm warmth onto himself/
-furrows her brow, now even more concerned with the confirmation- But… why? That’s so far… why not apparate? Are you okay?
rosie-adams said: I couldn’t remember if you liked tea. But good. Well, it’s just past five here.. So good preevening (yes, preevening) as well. askjessiewilder said: Nagging about homework, I take it?
Indeed I do, Anum is the one who doesn’t like tea. Crazy girl. That’s one of the few areas where our spirit animalness doesn’t line up. Oh yes, good preevening. It’s a thing...
morde-cai:
/shrugs slightly, not really keen on going into the specifics of what he’d been up to for the past weeks and instead decides on a more vague answer/ It was cold and I had a long way to walk.
-thinks about the obscure location of Hogwarts and the distance the nearest city would be, one that could be considered “not far” from an apparation stand point, but in walking terms...
askjessiewilder said: -cuddles- hey, at least you don’t have school today. there’s that. rosie-adams said: -gives tea?- Morning, love
I suppose there’s some good in that. Though, it makes my mom being a controlling idiot even worse because it means laST NIGHT WASNT EVEN A SCHOOL NIGHT sigh
-yum accepts tea- Mooooooooorning.
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Good morning.
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morde-cai:
/leans back, slouching slightly and depositing one of his hands into his back pocket, completely casual despite the taunt-ness of his entire frame and he shrugs/ It was alright. Getting back was worse.
-runs her fingers through her vibrant hair, moving it from where it lay over one shoulder and releases it to fall down her back, tilting her head in curiosity at his words-...
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morde-cai:
/is generally off at the moment, so her observation of him being odd is not imagined; he’s currently the equivalent of an open book, uncaring of who sees what kind of mindset he’s in at the moment and instead letting it fall blatantly on his features for anyone to pick up on/ Not far. The city.
-tries to push the worry out of her mind and fails, resorting instead to deciding to...
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alaskaquinn:
-looks at him with a bit of a worried expression, finding it in her Hufflepuff nature to be concerned others, though also in her nature to not pry, thinking that maybe he’ll feel better if she continues normal, casual conversation- Yeah… my parents are big on travelling so I…
-blinks at his words, unsure of whether or not his contribution sounding off is real or imagined,...
