Tower of Memory [Closed]

[yanni]

Since the start of school the DallinTower had been a reminder of something ever so familiar. It held a weird sense of belonging for him. The reason for this Yanni was unclear, but he wasn't know to never mistake his feelings.

Yanni took a long time to walk up the stone steps of the tower. It was about 10am, quite early for the usual Yanni to be wondering around the school and it's grounds. In the confined space of the stairway, Yanni heard echoes of both his own breath and heartbeat. His breath slow and relaxed, yet his heart the oppisite; excited and filled with joy.

It was while Yanni walked the case that the familuarity of the situation became clear. He'd crossed a place with the same feel to it, in one of his many trips with his parents. But which one? Yanni could not be fully sure, but it seemed to him it must have still be in Europe. Maybe Berlin.

As Yanni walked he ran his fingers along the walls. He felt the stone cold and rough under his fingertips. Upon reaching the dueling floor, Yanni looked around and continued to walk up the stairs to the roof.

Yanni spent some time pacing around the tower looking out at the grounds. A light breeze flittered around his ankles and slightly rustled his blond hair. He sighed as he watched other teenagers talk and play with each other. But he smiled as he saw a figure walk toward the tower. He was going to have some company. A chance to gain a friendship that he needed.

[gryphon]

l'amour est stupide ensemble.

Gryphon had been always one for the early mornings. It seemed she was always the first to wake in the Mihael girl's common room. Easily she would slip out unnoticed, dressed in the usual light pink knit cardigan and skinny jeans though this time she sported a black cloak with an overly huge hood. The ones that was listed to buy as school uniform. A small Mihael crest on the right hand side. Her long, white-blonde hair hanging over her shoulders past just her ribs, standing out against the black cloak.

She hadn't slept all that well last night her dreams had been ...annoying. Painfully so. Consequently dark purple curves could be found just under her dull blue eyes. Had she slept at all last night?

Her pace quickly took her around the castle. It was around 6 am when she had left and with no where to go- as usual she paced to nowhere in particular. Finding simple joy in the moving staircases as she stood on them and let them change her direction. Stopping a few times to chat briefly to a few portraits, waving them a good bye and continuing with no end. Hours passed and she felt more tired however all the same wide-awake.

And in all this relaxed spare time the thought occurred to her that she had more friends in paintings than in real life. Oh dear.

'Why must I be so socially demented?'

Climbing the stairs toward the huge Astronomy Dallin tower Gryphon slowly clenched and unclenched her fists. This annoyance in her dream seemed to still remain there in the back of her mind, stressing her silently.

She would try not to think about it. It was only her consciousness being imaginative. Dreams mean nothing. Or so Gryphon would make herself believe...

It didn't take long for her to reach the top of the stairs, in fact the small Mihael wasn't even tired. Sad to find that there were no more stairs to be climbed. 'Maybe I should just turn right on around and go back down...' Gryphon thought glancing around the large open space when her eyes fell on a person. And it wasn't like she had caught them unawares. They were looking right at her from where she had come from the entrance. As if expecting her.

"Oh. Hellow." She stumbled feeling very paranoid like this person had been watching them coming the entire time. Instantly Gryphon's cheeks warmed not really wishing to move any closer. Had they expected her here?

Forcing herself to look at the boy still something then struck her about him, his blonde hair seeming familiar yet she couldn't put her finger on it. And deciding that many people had blonde hair- boys at that- Gryphon shrugged away her odd thoughts about the coincidence.

Standing there all awkward like.

Love is being stupid together.

[yanni]

Yanni watched as the figure walked closer toward the tower. From the tower Yanni could see the figure was a female. Her long snow white hair seemed to wave in the light breeze. It was easy for Yanni to tell the figure was a female. It was the walk. She swung her hips a little bit side to side and her arms hung from her shoulders like pendulums from a grandfather clock.

As the girl walked into the tower, Yanni stood facing the top of the stair case He knew soon the girl would walk through the door. He would be able to chat to someone else that was 'like him'. But when the girl took the last step Yanni realized his girl was already his friend. A long time ago. It was Gryphon.

Gryphon. That was it. This tower reminded Yanni of the old hotel in Paris. How could he not have remembered? This was the place where he learned to speak English. The hotel was the place where Yanni had met a friend, one of few. A girl shorter then him, a little bit of a tom-boy, with snow white hair. The same snow blonde hair that stood infront of him this very second.

Yanni was overwhelmed with emotion. He'd be caught. Now Gryphon would know he was a wizard. It occured to Yanni that for Gryphon to be here, she also must have been a witch. Feelings of guilt and joy ran through Yanni's mind, along with memories which flashed behind his eyes. The good days.

[gryphon]

Hasard heureux.

She took a long breath, biting her lip waiting for some kind of reply. It was so early really for anyone to be up here and he was seemingly waiting for her. Or so it felt this way.

The moment dragged on and Gryphon wasn't sure what to do. The blonde boy was just standing there motionlessly, staring at her. Gryphon had felt even more awkward with his staring so much so that she had ended up looking at the floor glancing up at him through her eyelashes. 'Why's he staring so? Blah he didn't even respond to my hello...' She was clenching and unclenching her fists once more. Maybe she should leave? You came you can leave all the same. The idea did seem rather good. Easy enough too...But his staring. And the question racked through her mind, to why he was doing this?

Looking over her shoulder to clarify it was just he and she on the top tower floor. God knows, there could have been a ghost behind her from his staring. When Gryphon found nothing she couldn't help but face him again, still at the doorway, a frown creasing her brow.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

A stroke of luck; serendipity.

[yanni]

Yanni was too stunned for words. Even as girl seemed a little scared, Yanni still couldn't find words to share his excitement. "I didn't mean to stare."

"You don't remember who I am, do you?" Yanni said with excitement in his voice. "I'm Greek Boy," Yanni said with a weird smile that he hoped Gryphon would remember.

"Remember Paris, the old hotel. The garden with the pink roses. Don't you remember? Why don't you remember? We were just little. Our parents are doctors. Your brother and sister both have the name of birds."

She didn't remember. And even if she did, it didn't explain why they where both here now. She was a witch. That was so weird. It now changed everything he knew about her from their childhood. Had her parents been magical too? Maybe she was a half blood, or maybe a muggle blood.

"You're a witch too" Yanni exclaimed.

[gryphon]

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Breath caught in her throat. Her large blue eyes widening even more as his words came almost abruptly compared to the silence before hand. And with them it all came to her all too quickly, flashes of the courtyard and cobble stone. Pont Alexander III in Paris, looking ever so beautiful that day, at that old hotel where she had met him. Yanni Papas. Or as she had teased him with her strong French accent, Greek boy. But just as she had teased him as a younger girl she had also swooned over him with French words he didn’t understand. Phrases that were too cultured and different from what they taught in simple French classes anywhere. The sayings you knew after such a time spent in the country. Words you spoke because you were born within the walls of the country that came as second nature.

Her parents, both being doctors and eager to help where ever they could in society had gone to a cancer firm in Paris. It had taken several hours travel from her house out in the French countryside, Lyon. Leaving the sleepy, blue slate rooftops of the country to disappear for a holiday(as her parents had called it), to the crowded, hyperactively-busy nature of Paris. The terracotta chimney tops lined in rows. The beautifully dressed splendour of it all. And she had met this friend among the chaos as a child.

Yes she did remember the pink roses, the sweet smell you could nearly taste, the hotel they had spent two small weeks that ahd felt like a life time of memories. How their parents had been equally eager and befriend easily. Falling asleep with this boy on a heavily embroided couch because their parents always came back late…

It hit her all so suddenly. The memories flashing before her eyes and a strange emotion rippled through her. Not sure if it was happiness or pain in realising he was still here, in her life. It was probably a bit of both, when departing from something and knowing you probably wouldn’t see them or it again, as a child you see it as dead from your life. Gryphon had missed him. She had missed him so much.

A whisper was motioned from her lips in all the realisation. ”Yanni..”

At once the Mihael girl cleared the distance between the two, embracing him around the waist tightly(as his shoulders were too high). This was precisely the little boy that had been her world.

“Oh. I don’t believe it.” She mumbled into him, her eyes becoming moist. Holding him for a moment before pulling slightly back so she could look at him better. “But…how is this possible?”

[yanni]

Upon hearing the girl speak her name, Yanni felt a pang in his stomach. She did remember. It wasn't just a dream. His memories where real, and they were shared with one other little special girl.

As Gryphon came to embarse him, he held back his tears. After so long why did it hurt so bad? Yanni didn't realize that because this girl was the only person on the planet that understood him. Understood what it was like to be him. She knew what it was like to grow up with rich parents who cared more for work then their own child. Still, Yanni had always hid one secret from this girl. That being that his father was a wizard.

But now Yanni didn't have to hide from his girl. She could now truly understand.

"My dad. He's a wizard," he said, holding the girls hands in his own sweaty palms. "You remember all of those weird clothes he used to wear. That was because he was a wizard. Wasn't just a doctor. Worked at St. Mungo's too."

As Yanni spoke a large smile rose to his large greek lips. This truly was the girl of his memory. She hadn't grown up one bit, Yanni thought as he studied the girl. Still the same old Gryphon. Just a little bit more grown up. From studying her over, he noticed something else too. She had boobs. Something different from the cute little girl in the red dress with ribbon in her hair. She truly had grown up.

[gryphon]

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She struggled with the overwhelming thoughts. And she clung to him unconditionally. They had played marbles together, had tiny tea partys with bone-china they weren't meant to touch, they had held hands down the lanes giggling at silly things. Yanni's hands were holding hers again right now. All she could do was look up at him with glassy eyes taking in his reasoning’s about his father. But that wasn't what she had exactly meant by 'how is this possible'. No, she wanted to know how he had come back to her. That he, her dear old old friend was here. You loose such precious things and know instantly you wont find them again. Some how this all felt very much like a dream. A fairy tale.

"He was a wizard." She echoed the words just under her breath. All wonderment there on her features thinking that perhaps she had gone back to sleep after that horribly annoying dream. That this was too a horrible dream. Horribly wonderful.

Gryphon moved her small hands within his sweaty ones and a great smile broke across her lips as she knew this was no dream.

“And here I was thinking I would never in my life see you again.” She shock her head unable to move her blue eyes form him. ”I don’t believe it.” Gryphon laughed, pure joy crumpling all other thoughts that had been disrupting her mind. Nothing else really mattered, a piece of home had found it’s way to her.

“How long have you been here for?”

[yanni]

"You don't believe it? Well you should! I'm real," Yanni said, his face echoing Gryphon's as a huge smile swept upon it. "I never thought I would see you again either. I mean. This is so unreal."

Yanni again studied Gryphon's face. Upon her face lay a great smile. Her eyes were slightly wet, with tears Yanni did not know? Had the weeks they spent together mean as much to her as they did to him? Yanni's only true friend. Someone that loved him unconditionally. She didn't care of his parents fortune, only of the warmth he gave and the company he shared.

"You've grown up," Yanni said in a playful voice. "I never thought I'd see the day.