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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 14:53:13 GMT -5
Lyric felt much more comfortable with his camera between him and the world. It didn't feel so much like he needed to keep up conversation when he was pausing to take a sweeping panorama of the lake. Or rather, the part of the lake he could fit in the frame. It was far larger than the one at MI, and he'd thought that one was large. Nothing compared to the endless Atlantic, but this was a lake, not an ocean.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 14:56:42 GMT -5
Quinn stopped near the edge of the lake, "I hear that there's a giant squid in this lake, all the wizards that ever visited talked about it." Quinn stared off into the lake, wondering where it might be, "I wonder what kinds of wand ingredients you get from a giant squid." Maybe a wax, or maybe you could use their ink for quill tips. Quinn wondered if she saw him if she could convince him to donate, that way she knew where her ink was coming from, and it would be a willing donation.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 15:02:22 GMT -5
Lyric blinked and lowered his camera a bit to look aside at Quinn. He'd never so much as thought about where wand cores came from, nor had he ever heard anyone else wonder, and it was a little disturbing. Disturbing enough that he was thinking about that one comment rather than the fact that she'd just said there was a giant squid in the lake. "Aren't squids nonmagical creatures?" he asked. He wasn't entirely sure, but if they were, he'd have thought he'd have learned about them in school at some point.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 15:06:36 GMT -5
Quinn shrugged, "yeah, but one this lives in a lake where kids probably cast magical spells at it every day, who knows what it's genetic structure resembles anymore." Quinn braided another piece of her hair as she thought, "not all ingredients used on wands have to be magical. I mean, the wood and the cores do, but maintenance ingredients, they...well," Quinn felt like she was painting a target on herself. "It's odd that I know that isn't it. My stepfather and my mother own a wand shop. I've worked there all of my life." Worked there more than she'd ever received schooling.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 15:16:25 GMT -5
"Oh." Lyric had never thought about the actual making of a wand, he'd taken his for granted more often than not, and he'd never heard anyone else mention it. Nor had he ever done any maintenance on his wand, though now that she'd brought it up, it made sense that some people would. Lyric lifted his camera again and looked out over the lake, wondering if the squid was even visible.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 15:23:09 GMT -5
Quinn sat down on the edge of the bank looking out over it, "My sister worked there with me, her name was Kylie." Quinn thought, even if he wasn't talking very much, at least he seemed to be listening, and not judging, so maybe just maybe she could tell him something, relieve some of the tension on herself, and not be judged for it. "She was my twin sister, and she...was better at everything than I am." She smiled as she picked a few flowers off the bank and started braiding them together. "She died a couple months ago. It's one of the reason's I'm here."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 15:31:17 GMT -5
"Oh," Lyric said again. He paused, lowering his camera and looking down at it. "Sorry to hear that." He was so bad with conversation, and with people in general. He hated it, but he didn't know what else to do. He wouldn't even begin to think about asking how Quinn's sister had died, and it just made sense that if she'd worked at her family's shop, her sister would have, too.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 15:37:27 GMT -5
Quinn half smiled, "it's okay. It was very much Kylie, how she died. I don't think I could have changed it if I wanted to. But she would have known what to say. I always let her talk for me." Quinn smile got a bit bigger, "it feels nice to talk about her, even though I'm sure it seems morbid." Quinn looked out over the lake, and then pointed, "is that the head of the giant squid?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 16:09:54 GMT -5
Lyric might have asked about Quinn's sister, but she'd changed the subject yet again, and he turned his full attention out toward the lake, lifting his camera in the process. He couldn't tell what it was, but he snapped some pictures of it before it disappeared. He could look at them closer later, when he developed them. He thought he saw a tentacle, but he wasn't sure about that, either.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 16:13:36 GMT -5
Quinn grinned, "it's nice here. I know I don't know you very well, so please don't pick up a creep vibe off of me, but...I think I like you." Quinn's eyes widened as she thought about how he could take that, "not...I mean...as a friend, I don't have friends, and I was thinking that you would be a nice friend." Quinn blushed at what she might very possibly have just done. "I told you I'm not good at this socialization thing, I think I just put my foot in my mouth."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 16:25:37 GMT -5
Lyric felt heat rise in his cheeks, but shook his head. "It's fine," he said, lowering his camera again. He wasn't sure if he could count Jory as a friend, but if he could, Jory was his only. "I'm no good at talking, either." Which was probably one of the reasons why he wasn't even sure if he could consider Jory a friend. They'd had such trouble talking most of the time, and he hadn't heard from him since that last day he'd headed off for King's Cross Station.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 16:29:04 GMT -5
Quinn gave a small smile, "well if you'll forgive me when I mess up, then I'll promise not to notice when you do." Quinn rolled her shoulder's just a bit, "it's such a big world, you just want to carve a small place out of it, with a few friends that accept you for who you are." She chuckled a bit, she was all for alienating people with speeches on how the world should be, and she'd continue to do that...but she needed at least a few people who would like her, in spite. "I may talk a bit to much about the way the world should be sometimes...but other than that..."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 16:38:17 GMT -5
Lyric had never wanted to carve a small place out of the world for him and a few friends. He couldn't remember even wanting friends, not really. Sometimes he wanted something more than sitting alone in the shadows, but all it ever was was just to have some fun and let go. You didn't need friends to do that. Acquaintances were good enough, and then you didn't have to worry about them knowing too much about you or judging you. Lyric chose not to say anything. Aside from that disagreement, he wasn't at all sure how Quinn thought the world should be. He'd just left a school that thought the world should fit into the mainstream. "It's fine," he said again.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 21, 2009 16:43:00 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head and a small look of chagrin covered her face, "my opinions have never been fine...they've only gotten me into trouble." She took a deep breath and look off into the distance, trying not to scream or cry, trying desperately not to think about Kylie again. When she spoke again, there was an edge of pain in her voice "I think that men,women, and children have a right to be who they want to be. I think that every sentient creature has the right to live their lives the way they feel. Not in the antiquated way that...." her step father had thought of it as. "I think Muggles, Wizards, and people who aren't pure blood have just as much of a right to stand up and live the way that everyone else does...and that no one, no one ever, should have to put up with persecution...not matter what."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 21, 2009 16:50:00 GMT -5
Lyric looked up from his camera again, surprised to hear all that. "No one?" he asked softly. What about people who'd done horrible things? he wondered. What about people who'd enjoyed doing horrible things? Even if it was in the past, it was still there, and surely people like that were excluded from her list. But I didn't do anything at MI! No, it was in the past, but it was still there. Again, Lyric was silent, and he wondered how much time would pass before Quinn would give up and walk away.
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