Lead Sails;; Paper Anchors [Open]

[atreyu]

Will I come up for air?
Come up for air,
After a while the current is calling me,
Lulling me, waving me goodbye,
I'm out here alone,
Oh God can you save me now?
Sinking, my heart turns to stone.[/size][/color]

His brown eyes watched a trail of rain fall down the mirror as the wind blew against the raindrops. A sigh came from his fourteen year old lips as he looked from the cold window to his armrest. When he was younger Atreyu didn't see the omen when he saw it rain for the first time. He saw the rain as unavoidable at the time. His attention motioned toward his mom who had began talking again.

"You promise to write Trey?," Melissa spoke softly almost as if she was whispering a secret. Atreyu sighed and rolled his eyes. I've told you a million times I'd write. Stop asking me, he thought to himself as he began to speak a reply. "Yes Mum. I told you I would. I'll write when you write me." The answer seemed to be reasonable to Melissa. "I just don't want to loose you while you're away. You're the only thing I have left Atreyu."

Melissa Graves parked the car at Kings Cross Station. Memories of her early childhood flooded her mind as she turned off her car. She sighed and got out of the car. Atreyu did the same and zipped up his hoodie. The fourteen year old picked up his mailbag and pulled his trolley from the back of the car.

Melissa watched her son with a concerned look. Now she would be home all alone but she knew he had to get his education. They walked to the barrier and went through. The train was already there waiting for the new wizards and witches to aboard. Her blue eyes looked to her son. He looked so much of his dad.

Atreyu looked at the train in displease. His nose went up with immediate hatred. Trains were loud, noisey, and bumpy. Melissa put her arms around her son and gave him a tight squeeze. "Please do be careful Trey. Please write," she pleaded. "I will Mum. I'll be fine. They're not going to let anything happen to me." Melissa still wasn't so sure but she had to let him go. He was growning up too fast for her.

The train whistled and Atreyu kissed his Mum's cheek. "Got to go. Breathe. I love you," he smiled and pulled his trolley onto the train. Melissa sighed and watch him leave her to aboard the train.

On the train Atreyu looked for an empty compartment. Everything seemed so full. He sighed and finally found an empty place to seat. Atreyu waved his final good-bye to his mum as she waved back at him. He put the trolley under his seat and put his mailbag on the seat. Trey sat down and propped up his feet.

The train began to pull away from the station. Melissa walked back to her car and began counting down till she got to see her son again. She would write him today and tomorrow and the next day.

Atreyu pulled out a book that he had currently been reading, As I Lay Dying.

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[giselle]

This is absolutely nuts..

Giselle still couldn’t believe her mother had forced her to move to London. France was a perfectly beautiful country; Giselle was already attending the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. But no, her cruel mother forced her to move here so she can learn about “other cultures”

Bull…she just doesn’t want to be anywhere near her ex boyfriend…

Giselle mother’s pulled into the King’s Cross parking lot and sighed. “Darling, please have a good time. Try to make new friends, be friendly,” her mother told her.

I wouldn’t have to make new friend’s if we had just stayed in Lourdes.

Giselle faked a smile. “Okay, mom. I’ll try,” she told her. As she watched a smile break across her mother’s face, she knew her mother had bought the lie. Giselle shuffled out of the car, grabbing her trunk and duffel bag from the backseat. “I’ll write when I get there,” she told her mom. “Au Revoir, my love,” was her mother’s reply.

Giselle walked onto the platform between 9 and 10 and ran into the wall. Sure enough, on the other side, the scarlet train was waiting. Giselle sighed as she boarded. There were already tons of students in the car, almost none of them new from the sounds of their greetings. She shuffled by one compartment, where a boy was sitting alone and reading a book. Giselle knocked on the glass and smiled. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked him. [/size]

[atreyu]

Atreyu flipped the page and looked out the window.

Raining of course, he thought bitterly to himself as he looked back to the book.

The book, to Atreyu, wasn't all that interesting to be honest. Pretty boring if you asked him. It was all too confusing. He knew he would have to read it twice to even begin to understand it and ten times to get into it. Atreyu sighed and sat the book in his lap. The book continued to stay open as he put his hands into his hoodie pockets. It was way too cold for the teenager.

His brown eyes looked up when he heard shuffling and the compartment door open. I wonder what she wants. Most people tried to avoid Trey. He was known for his extremely short temper. Just maybe the girl standing in the doorframe wouldn't see how much Atreyu's temper could flare, maybe.

I guess I should reply to her. Trey closed his book and continued to look at the girl. "Yeah sure," he said faking a smile.[/size][/blockquote]

[giselle]

Giselle heard the rain patter on the windows. She hated the rain; even though where she was from, it rained almost 4 times a week.

Giselle could tell the boy probably didn’t want her there. For a while, Giselle hesitated at the doorway, considering whether or not she could go in a sit down.

Well, there’s no where else to sit…

She slowly walked into the compartment and sat in the seat across from him. “I’m Giselle,” she introduced. Clearly, he probably could care less what her name was, but it was rude to just walk in and not introduce herself. [/size]

[atreyu]

The girl was dead on about not caring who she was. After this little affair they would probably never see each other again. Would Atreyu care if he saw this 'Giselle' ever again? He didn't know for certain yet but probably didn't care.

Trey wasn't one to make friends easily. Probably because he didn't trust people. Books he could trust. They didn't tell people your secrets or lie to you. They didn't make your heartbreak. They did make you cry or they at least made Atreyu tear a bit on really mushy gushy parts.

His brown eyes looked out the window watching the train move and the rain hit against the window. "I'm Trey," he said not mentioning his real name was Atreyu. But she would probably say 'A-Tree-You' stead of 'A-Trey-You'. Atreyu didn't want to hear her say it wrong like so many others before.

A sigh came from his lips again as he looked down at his lap. There was really nothing to say. He did want to talk even though he would probably be sarcastic and hateful. Wasn't his complete fault. It was just how he was. Trey chewed on his bottom lip feeling his cold piercings.

"What house are you in?"

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[giselle]

The silence was driving Gee mad. She wasn’t used to being in the company of a person and having them not say anything. She would probably never see Trey again, so what did she care if they talked.

“It’s nice to meet you, Trey,” she told him as politely as she could manage.

He doesn’t deserve it. He never even said “It’s nice to meet you Giselle…

She looked out the window as the silence grew. She bent down to open up her backpack on the floor, and pulled out a Muggle book she had bought during her vacation to the US.

What house are you in?

Giselle looked up, her blue eyes bright with confusion as he asked her about her house. At least he was trying make an effort at conversation. “Gryffindor,” she told him. “2nd year.” She would have asked him the same question, but she knew that he was new. She opened up to where her bookmark was placed, waiting to see what this ‘Trey’ would say next.[/size]

[atreyu]

At the corner of his left eye he could see her get uneasy. He wasn't talking and she would probably never get used to him only talking so little. Atreyu would have to apologize for that but he wouldn't apologize if he did nothing wrong and his wasn't.

"Nice to meet you too," he said nearly choking. Never once had ever said those words. They tasted bitter in his mouth. Trey would probably never say them again. He shuddered at the though of so much politeness. Gross. People were way too polite these days and they sugar-coated everything.

“Gryffindor,” she said, “2nd year.”

"Ah. My mum was in that house." And my father was in Hufflepuff. His hand figited in his hoodie pocket. Atrey's hair got into his face and he didn't move one strand as he looked out the window. "How do you like...Hogwarts?," he asked.

Conversations weren't his forte at all. He perfer to sit in the corner and draw and color and read to his hearts content. But alas he could not do so and would try to keep a conversation going. It would be a very long trip if he didn't start talking. Atreyu sighed again and said, "Sorry if I don't talk much...Giselle," he said in a Russian slash British accent.[/size][/blockquote]

[giselle]

Giselle was way too absorbed in her book. She was getting used to the silence, therefore, making her able to concentrate on the material that was in front of her.

Nice to meet you too

Giselle’s blue eyes jumped to meet his gaze. Shock spread across her face and she was sure that it was very obvious. She heard him choke as he spoke those words and knew instantly that it was not something he said often.

Whoa..didn’t see that coming…

She listened, not looking at her book now, as he told her that his mother was in Gryffindor. She watched as he gazed out the window, still shocked that he was actually making an effort to talk to her.

How do you like...Hogwarts?,

Giselle made a face. “It’s okay,” she admitted, finally finding her voice. “I wouldn't be going here if it wasn’t for my mom. I would much rather be back at my old school.” Giselle sighed and looked back down at her book. She never really told anyone how she really felt about Hogwarts. She would mostly just put on a smile and lie about how amazing it was.

She looked up to meet Trey’s brown eyes when he apologized for not talking much. She simply smiled and closed her book. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I’m not much of a talker either. I’m pretty shy when meeting new people.”[/size]

[atreyu]

"I wish I was back home too. Reading in my bedroom or in the living room. Listening to my mum rave on and on about the simplist things."

[/font][/size] Even though he hated his mum's constant whining he knew he was going to miss it. Hearing her complain about how she was alone. He wasn't exactly stopping her from finding someone. It was just that the people she chose just weren't good enough for her.

He nodded and understood. Atreyu wasn't shy around people but he perfer not to talk to them. "I just perfer to keep to myself. It keeps me from being completely rude and sarcastic." Trey looked to her then back out the window. He huffled against the glass and wrote an "A" on the window for Atreyu.

Trey put his cheek against the glass and looked to the book Giselle was reading. He couldn't make out the title. "What book are you reading?," he asked. Atreyu took a deep breath and exhaled. This train ride was so long. Would it ever end?

"Is this train always seem to take forever?" If it was going to take this long to get to Hogwarts next time Trey would see if his mum would just apparate them to Hogsmeade. Then he'd walk to the school. Would be a lot faster than to ride this dull train.[/blockquote]

[giselle]

Giselle couldn’t help but laugh. “My Mère sounds just like your mom,” she told him. It took her a while to realize that she had used the French word for mother rather than English. “Sorry. I’m from France and I’m used to calling my mom ‘Mère’.”

She watched as he breathed on the glass, wrote an ”A” and explained why he didn’t really talk to people. Giselle had to admit; at least he was honest. She looked down at her book cover and sighed. It really was going to be a long train ride.

What book are you reading?

Giselle looked up at him. “Eclipse,” she told him. “It’s not a widely popular book.” She added this, just in case he was wondering why he didn’t know the book. “This train ride does seem awful long the first time. After your 1st year, you’ll get used to it.” [/size]

[atreyu]

A chuckle that sounded like a bear came from Atreyu's mouth. Then a gasp. ECLIPSE! Hallejuah! People read good books here. She was his fan and best buddie now. They would be "train-buddies". Not. He was going overly dramatic.

"You read Stephanie Meyer?," he managed to choke out. Giselle was out to kill him. First make him choke by being nice and now talking about his favorite Muggle author besides Annette Curtis Klause. "Eclispse is amazing. Twilight was a master piece. I hated New Moon. I hate Jacob Black with a passion. I love Edward Cullen's first chapter of Midnight Sun. Meyer is amazing and my hero. Edward's first chapter made me cry from laughter."

Gawd, would he now shut up? No. The girl was talking about a masterpiece book. Atreyu had at least read the book six times already. Gawd knows how many times he read Twilight and he knew he only read New Moon once. That's how much he hated Jacob Black. Trey only liked the ending of New Moon.

'Marry me Bella.'
'I'm only eighteen.'
'Well I'm nearly one hundred and ten. It's about time you settle down.'
'Be serious Edward.'
'I'm dead serious. You're wounding my ego Bella. I just proposed to you and you're taking this as a joke.'

Boy did he love Edward and Bella. And Emmett. Emmett and Alice were Trey's personal favorites.[/blockquote]

[giselle]

Giselle was surprised by his reaction. “Yes. She’s one of my favorite Muggle authors,” she admitted. She listened as he talked about the other books and laughed. Boy, was this strange or what? First, Trey was quiet and now he was talking about how much he loved the other books.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” she asked him. “You read these books? I was beginning to think I was the only one! Twilight was absolutely amazing. I’ve read it over 7 times. New Moon pissed me off. I only started to like it when Edward came back. Eclipse is good so far. I just finished reading the part when Jake kissed Bella. I wish she had hurt him.”

Whoops..did I just say that out loud?

She listened as he mentioned the first chapter of Midnight Sun and nodded. “I read the first chapter of Midnight Sun too. It’s sounds like it’s going to be really good. Edward is my favorite character, so it’s going to be cool to see his take on what happened in the first book.”

Giselle honestly couldn’t believe this. She finally found someone else who read Stephanie Meyer. When she would talk about it back home, people would look at her like she was nuts. And now she finally met another fan. What were the odds?[/size]

[[OOC- I'm going to be awfully busy this weekend. stupid baby-sitting job I don't know when i'll be able to reply again. But when I do, I'll let you know so we can keep this thread going.]]

[atreyu]

[That's fine. I'm going to be busy all tomorrow and a bit of Monday. I have an essay to write for English so just take your time. =]]

Read the books? He worshipped them! Knew most of the lines and used them in everyday talking. How could you not read the books? Masterpieces! Masterpieces! Now hopefully the movie will be good since of August 31, 2007 it has been official that they're making a Twilight movie.

If one thing is wrong about the movie Atreyu would surely have a heartattack and kill the writer and the director. Then he would re-make the movie himself. He was planning to be a director slash producer slash script writer when he was older anyway. Had to remake Eragon while he was at it. Fix Blood and Chocolate since they screwed that up and he boycotted the movie.

"I know right! I was like 'Don't leave her Edward! How could you? D-mn unrealiable vampire!' Then he came back in the end and I liked the book. I know right! I hated it completely. Too much Jacob Black like I said. But I see the reason for the a lot of Jacob scenes. It's so Bella has to choose who she wants more. If she doesn't pick Edward I'm going to spazz.

"Eclipse gets even better." Bella tries to seduce Edward. Atreyu couldn't talk about Eclipse much since Gee hadn't finished reading it. "Edward's part after he finds out how Bella broke her wrist is pretty funny. All the things he says to Jacob and Charlie has a good part. You actually see Charlie take Edward's side a bit. 'It's your funeral,' he says to Jacob. It's very good book."

Was this boy talking a lot or what? Silent then she got him on a subject that he knows.[/size][/blockquote]

[giselle]

[[Okay. Good luck with the essay…]]

Giselle laughed. Now he was staring to talk, right? She couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. The two of them had reacted the same way.

“Oh my goodness! I was so pissed off at Edward. Like, really pissed off. I couldn’t believe that he had done it. But in the end, I sort of understood where he was coming from. He only wanted what was best for her,” she told him. “She has to pick Edward. He’s a total sweetheart. Jacob is funny and all, but…I don’t know. He’s like the annoying 16 year old that you just want to grow up and go away.”

Edward's part after he finds out how Bella broke her wrist is pretty funny

Gee nodded. “That was definitely funny. I loved it when Charlie said ‘It’s your funeral’. I was just glad Bella had punch Jacob. Can’t tell you enough how much I wished she had hurt him. He deserved it.” Giselle looked down at her book and then back up to Trey. “Wow, this is bizarre. If I had known that talking about Stephanie Meyer books would get you to talk, I would have mentioned it earlier.”

Gee was just grateful they finally had a conversation going. [/size]