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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 14:51:26 GMT -5
Michael's eyes darted to Dare, "We were doing some planning." His eyes dropped as he spoke. It was easier to drop his eyes than to hide the shine that came over them when he thought of what they had been planning. He was immediately wishing that Dare and he were alone again. The wish wasn't as strong as it would have been a month before, but it was still strong.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 15:06:12 GMT -5
Dare hadn't been as easily thrown off-subject as Michael had. His mind was still on what she'd said before; When things....get out of hand. He looked at the girl—was her name Quinn?—trying to see past the look on her face to guess at her thoughts. He didn't know her though, so it was an impossibility. All he could tell was that she was hiding something, and since he and Michael were too, sort of anyway, he couldn't justify calling her on it. It really wasn't his business, no matter how much he wondered. He'd nearly had a heart-attack when he'd heard about the dead werewolf they'd found in the forest, but eventually things had been sorted, at least for him. That didn't make him any less wary. For now, he kept quiet and glanced back at Michael rather than staring the girl down.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 20, 2009 15:10:28 GMT -5
Quinn looked between the two of them, something was being shared between them, something like she and Kylie used to share. A hidden meaning, words without being spoken, she felt even more like an intruder, which made her feel even more insecure, he'd never let them intrude, children were to be seen not heard. Quinn gave half a smile, her eyes drifting towards to forest again, looking to escape the moment, the thoughts it was bringing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean...to interrupt something...I can, I can leave if you want me to." She almost wanted them to tell her to leave, but then again, she hadn't lied when she said they were nice to her. They hadn't laughed when she'd said that she wanted to find a quiet place, they'd even accepted. To be accepted...it must be nice she thought.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 16:15:22 GMT -5
Michael looked up at Quinn and shook his head, "It's not a big deal," he assured her. He couldn't bring himself to outright tell her to leave. He figured he should probably try to be more social anyway, maybe that would help keep himself in the relatively stress-free mood he had found the last week or two. It was so confusing when he knew logically that he probably needed to meet people but when he would rather spend his time with Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 16:44:13 GMT -5
Dare shook his head a bit with Michael's words. "It's fine," he said. "It's just... I ought to warn you. Last month they found a werewolf dead in the forest. I think they've figured out who it was and notified his family and everything, but I'd be careful." He wasn't warning her so much about the werewolves as whoever had killed one. From what he knew, the school, and definitely the Headmistress, had no issues with werewolves that would send them into the forest to hide in the first place.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 20, 2009 16:52:08 GMT -5
Quinn's head snapped up at the comment, "someone...killed a werewolf?" It wasn't shocking, or surprising, at least not from her perspective. What it was, was reprehensible, absolutely reprehensible. Why some wizards were still living in the dark ages, she wasn't sure, and she said so, a sudden steely glint in her eyes "do they have nothing more productive to do with their lives? This isn't the dark ages, where men own women, muggles aren't allowed in wizarding schools, people who are different have to hide. There are rules, rights." Quinn had to look away for a moment, and shake her head to try and siphon some of the anger away, this wasn't their fault. It wasn't their fault that there were still to many people in this world to wrapped up in themselves to see the pain they caused.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 17:00:19 GMT -5
Michael looked down, unsure about what to say. He refused to let himself take any form of what she said personally. That part of him was old and dead now. Yes, he had grown up in the dark ages where muggles shouldn't be allowed in the school. His jaw clenched and he forced those thoughts away. Then his thoughts went back to when he had heard about the werewolf's death. That wasn't much better, but at least it pulled him out of the rut it was so easy to fall into.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 17:13:11 GMT -5
Dare's brows arched, and his mind went in an entirely different direction from Michael's. He'd stuck on her assurance that people who were different didn't have to hide anymore. "It'd be nice if it really was like that," he said. He thought of himself and Michael, and how much they'd been through for being different, thought about how much Markise had been through. "Even the rules don't protect everyone." He looked back at Michael, and his chest constricted at the look on his face. He wanted to go comfort him, but there was such a difference between mild PDA around their friends or in a crowded nightclub and in front of someone they only knew by name.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 20, 2009 17:18:22 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head, Dare was right, there was a difference between rules, suggestions, and what people followed. It was something she fought, for Kylie, with Kylie. "You're right, rules don't protect everyone. But where rules don't protect someone decency should." Quinn ran her fingers through her hair, twisting at the bottom, "and even then....but it only takes one person standing up to make a difference, even if that difference isn't recognized until you're gone." Kylie never got the chance to see what a difference things could make, because her impact had been entirely focused on Quinn, but Quinn was determined to make a difference that people noticed. "I'm going to change laws, just because people look different doesn't mean they don't feel."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 17:41:43 GMT -5
Michael forced his eyes up when he felt Dare's on him and gave a small smile. Then he looked over at Quinn. "It's hard to make a difference like that, good luck," he said. The statement, which had the potential to be condescending, was said in a way that was completely genuine. He needed to think about the conversation, not any memories or thoughts that said conversation brought up.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 17:46:20 GMT -5
"There's more than looks that people get persecuted for," Dare said. Michael's smile helped a bit, so he looked back at the girl, somehow unwilling to give her a dose of reality. You couldn't make people change, it was something he'd always believed to a point that had only solidified over the past year. He could have been talking about so many things, too. Blood status, sexual preference, things they'd done in the past, all things he and Michael had both fought against, to no real effect. They'd found some people who accepted them, but they hadn't changed a single mind.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 20, 2009 17:50:01 GMT -5
Quinn smiled, "and more than people that get persecuted." Quinn only offered a small self deprecating smile, "you don't have to tell me how hard it is, I've been through it. But there are some things in life, that you come to a point where you can only continue in the path you've set upon, anything else...is untrue to yourself," and the people you love. Quinn, tangled her fingers in her hair again, trying not to tear up as she thought about Kylie. Kylie, she whispered to the other half of herself, 'you stood up, when I wanted to hide'.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 18:08:27 GMT -5
Michael looked at the girl and tilted his head slightly at her. It was wild to hear someone they didn't know say something like that, even if she wasn't meaning it specifically about them. "It is," he said, moving his thumb to turn at the ring on his finger. He couldn't imagine now turning away from Dare, though back in the beginning it had led to hours of silent debate.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 20, 2009 18:17:17 GMT -5
Dare bit his tongue on immediately asking Quinn what it was that she'd been persecuted for. He wanted to know though, and on the off chance that she'd accept him and Michael, he wanted to know that as well. Every person they managed to add to their small list of friends and supporters was that much more confidence when they were anywhere else with other people around. He looked back at Michael a moment, then twisted at his own ring in the moment before he moved to stand next to Michael, turning his hand slightly in silent offer for Michael to take it.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 20, 2009 18:32:52 GMT -5
Quinn flinched just barely as Dare moved, instinct, but intellect told her not to be afraid of them. Them. Her eyes widened a moment at the brick over the head realization, that she'd been preaching a viewpoint to two people, who probably understood all to well the feet dragging of society. She ran her fingers through her hair again for a minute, now really feeling like she'd interrupted something. Quinn grinned a bit sheepishly, "you know, I don't tend to talk to men very quickly they...well...you got me talking about something, that hits close to home. And now I think I owe you an apology, for getting on a soapbox you might know only to well." Quinn swept her hair behind her shoulder so she would stop fiddling. "My sister always told me, I had a tendency to preach to the choir."
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