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Post by Melody Krysten on Aug 11, 2009 23:47:43 GMT -5
"True," Melody said, looking down at her napkin, "But it's sometimes....hard to do something differently then what my dad thinks. He never really supported the whole artsy thing to begin with." That job had been her mothers. "Then again, I know that it's not his choice what I do....it's just a dilema." Worst case scenario would be that he wouldn't talk to her ever again, he was a man of grudges and rashness, which wouldn't be so bad except that he was part of her only family left. Luckily she had plenty of time before graduation. She was bound to figure something out by then.
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Post by Connor Holt on Aug 12, 2009 0:01:25 GMT -5
"Well maybe you just need to prove you can make money doing it," Connor suggested. He didn't know, the only thing he had ever even considered was quidditch, but he didn't think he was good enough no matter what anyone else said. He thought Melody was more than good enough to make money off of art, even if he hadn't seen much of her work.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Aug 12, 2009 0:20:19 GMT -5
"Maybe. He's such a stubburn guy though. I'm glad I don't take after him on that." Melody said. She wasn't considered stubburn...most of the time she was just opinionated and stuck to it. Two very different things in her mind. "But, then again he's had a tough year. I probably shouldn't think badly of him...." Melody had continued only to be left trailing off when the witch arrived with their drinks.
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Post by Connor Holt on Aug 12, 2009 0:31:22 GMT -5
Connor thanked the woman and tilted his head at Melody. "Why's he had a tough year?" he asked. He didn't think that it was a very inappropriate question, though if he had thought about it hard enough he probably would have immediately tried to take it back. He took a long drink from his butterbeer, glad to have something for at least one of his hands to do.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Aug 12, 2009 0:38:34 GMT -5
Melody quickly regretted saying anything. Trying not to let it show though, she said calmly, "My mom died a few months ago." She took a sip of water, and before any sympathy or awkward silences could follow she said, "But it's old news now. It's just been harder on him." She seemingly closed that part of the discussion. "Anway, didn't you say you liked Quidditch when I met you? Hows that coming along?" She had scanned her brain to think of anything to change the subject to.
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Post by Connor Holt on Aug 12, 2009 0:56:13 GMT -5
Connor had gone into immediate shock at hearing Melody's mother had died, but she had moved on before he had even processed the information. "Um, yeah, it's...okay. I don't get to play much, though, and I haven't heard about a team here yet..." he said, feeling like he was on autopilot because of the surprise information from Melody.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Aug 16, 2009 13:57:22 GMT -5
Melody could sense the surprise, but was glad he didn't dwell on it. Very glad. Although she knew that it wasn't fair to have said something that was such a big deal, then not even let him say anything about it, she knew it was the right thing to switch topics. Death was certainly not a good topic to talk about on a date! She nodded along to what he was saying, "I heard there used to be a team a while ago. Maybe they might bring one back this year. Then, when you get on the team I'd have an excuse to watch some matches."
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Post by Connor Holt on Aug 16, 2009 14:03:49 GMT -5
Connor was still trying to get past that information from Melody, but he nodded and even managed a small smile. "Yeah, it'd be nice to get a tournament or something going. I've got a couple of friends, we used to play all the time," he said. But they hadn't in a long time, since before going to MI. It would be very nice to be able to play again sometime.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Aug 23, 2009 19:45:39 GMT -5
"It'd be great if you all started to play again. I'd bet that if you got a teacher's consent, you would be able to start a student led tournament. After all, who doesn't love a good match?" Melody smiled and took a sip of water. She liked that suggesstion actually. It would be like starting a Quidditch club! There ought to be a good teacher in this school somewhere who would be up for it. And if not, it could be an all student led thing. Well, she was getting ahead of herself. First she needed to know if her suggestion was liked.
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Post by Connor Holt on Aug 26, 2009 15:28:11 GMT -5
Connor nodded as the waitress brought out their plates. "Yeah," he said as the woman left, "But I don't know if there are enough people to have a tournament, you know?" If the houses barely even had teams, he didn't see how any of his group would be able to rally enough students to get an actual tournament going. He took a large bite of his sandwich before immediately becoming self conscious about it. He grabbed his drink to try to get it down quicker, but only managed to make his neck turn even more red.
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Post by Melody Krysten on Aug 30, 2009 16:06:57 GMT -5
"True," Melody said, looking at her sandwich, "But one can hope, right?" She smiled then picked up her food, taking a bite. Mmm, very tasty! She swallowed then took another drink of water. "So, hows your friend Spencer? I haven't seen him around all summer." It was the talk of Quidditch and his group of friends that made her remember Connor's friend. Although, it also made her remember that awkward conversation in the library. Well, it was always polite to ask about people's friends.....wasn't it?
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