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Of course, when you're in a house with a Muggle father, it was rather fun to see him get shocked at his kid suddenly hurling books at you. And the kid just hurled without a care of the world, because to her, it seemed.. fun. Yes, that was a phrase apt enough to describe anything.
She gave another look at the boy called Gerard, who was standing beside them. Well, pointedly, they were ignoring him. And she probably intended to keep it this way, since he had made her rather annoyed. And as she turned her attention back to Isaac, she scoffed at what he said. 'Oh come on now. If I did, I probably would have what, uncontrollable power aura sort of...'
[/color] Shaking her head at what she said, she added, 'You know what, forget that. It sounded rather stupid.'[/color] She pursed her lips, clearly annoyed she hadn't made sense. How weird.
Chelsea nodded at his question on Florida, and was just about to say something, when he continued. Nodding mutely at what he said, she decided she would add on to that anyway. He was rambling, obvious, but who didn't? 'Mm. Florida doesn't have any snow indeed. I've yet to see snow, truth be told.'[/color] Wow, what a confession. Yet to see snow. He probably at this moment, thought she was weird.[/blockquote][/font][/size]
A the bridge of his nose wrinkled in distaste. Snow was probably the only thing about seasons that he hated. Ever since it tried to eat him, he never got along with it at all. There was just something about being cold and wet at the same time that made Isaac feel uneasy. Probably some stupid childhood fear. Weren't people supposed to go to therapists for that? He knew most muggles went to hypnotists, but who cares. He was rambling in his head now. Maybe a therapist would be a good idea.
"You're lucky,
[/color]" he said, nodding once or twice. "Snow isn't as great as the rest of the world displays it to be." His head jerked to the right, sweeping some brown hair out of his eyes. He averted his gaze from her, looking to his right hand. Absent mindedly, he had begun to drum his fingers in a rhythmic manner. "Unless, of course, you like to be super cold and wet all at the same time. Then you'll love it.[/color]"
He probably should've been helping her feel optimistic about winter's presents, but that's too darn bad. If he could live his entire life without ever seeing snow again, he'd be thrilled. It would be bliss. Too bad life can be a biotch sometimes. Anyway, in a sort of ending-his-statement way, Isaac shrugged his right shoulder. Yeah. That simple. Gawd. How bland.[/blockquote][/font]
Was he discouraging her from snow? And here she thought everyone loved the season. As her eyes grew wide at what he said, she had to try rather hard, to stifle a grin. 'So, are you telling me you actually hate the winter season?'
[/color] She blinked, finding this very hard to believe indeed. Hating snow... Right.
Yet, as his answer came, she was.. Shocked, to say the least. 'So you really don't like snow?'[/color] Her eyes wide as he said this. He seemed rather against the season, and against the object snow. Was it really not as great, as everyone made it out to be? Some people claimed it was the most wonderous thing ever, some people just thought it was okay. But never had she heard someone say that they disliked snow.
He was probably the first.
She shook her head at what he said. No, she didn't like being cold and wet all the time, not at all. Her blue-green eyes drifted, as from the floor, they moved such that she found herself staring at Isaac, inconspicuously. Why did he hate snow so much? She was so tempted to ask, yet she didn't. So in the end... She resorted to just poking the armchair she was sitting in, awaiting him to confirm her doubts.[/blockquote][/font][/size]
All in all, Isaac wasn't the least bit surprised that Chelsea didn't believe him. Almost everyone was in love with snow. Even the youngest of child enjoyed to frolic in the snowflakes. Or sled, or build a snowman, or have a snowball fight, or build forts, or make snow-angels, or eat the snow, or discover icciles, or... Yeah, you get the point. But he didn't like any of it. If he could, he'd create some super-smart Forward button that just skipped all of winter and brought them right to spring.
He'll make that one day.
"You heard me right.
[/color]" He nodded again, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table top in a serious manner. He was not at all joking about his dislike of the snow. Not at all. "Ever since I moved to Montana when I was five, I hated the snow. I probably always will, too.[/color]" He was confident in his last sentence. He rested his chin in his upturned palms, returning Chelsea's stare with serious blue eyes.
Eventually, his gaze faltered and he looked away from her. He sighed heavily, as if surrendering. "Don't let me make your mind up for you, though. I'm probably the only person on the planet who hates snow. You might love it."[/font][/blockquote]
So he really hated snow? Chelsea had to try rather hard, just to hide that surprised look of hers. Alright, so he hated snow. So why was she fussing so much? Why? Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she guessed that perhaps she was fussing too much about other's lives. Nosy parker, she supposed.
Blinking her eyes, she tilted her head when he explained he absolutely abhorred snow. And failing in keeping her mouth shut, she asked. 'Why?'
[/color] There must be a reason, for an eternal hate towards something everyone called wonderous. Well, everyone save her, who had never had to luck to see snow, ever. Was it luck, or bad luck? She couldn't stop herself from wondering about this.
She scoffed lightly at what he said next. 'Well, sir, thank you for your kind words, but I realise that besides my parents and you, no one else knows that I've never seen, less play in snow before. So who am I to go with, on this expedition to see snow?'[/color] Basically, she was enticing him to go join her and play with snow. At least, go with her. She was rather embarrassed in having to drag some innocent to go with her, lest they start complaining.
Ah, the inevitable question that was bound to come up sooner or later. Why? Why did he hate snow so much? It was a silly story, really. He didn't almost die or anything. But it did leave him scarred enough to hate it. Meh. He could always weave some fabulous tale. Alas, Isaac wasn't a fan of lying. He shouldn't lie. He'll tell the truth.
"Ah..." An etchy smile started its way across his lips. "Well, when I was younger, like, five or something, my cousin and I built this snow fort. It was our first time seeing snow, so we thought it was super amazing. Anyway, he bribed me into crawling in and then he made it collapse on me. He left me there for probably fifteen minutes before he dug me out." The curve of his cheeks glowed a faint tint of pink by the end of his story. That was the most he'd talked all at once with Chelsea. He probably sounded like a dork.
After his little speech, Isaac took a moment to mull over the thought of playing in the snow. He wasn't fond of the idea, but it wasn't like he'd be doing it alone. In a sly sort of way, Chelsea was inviting him to go along with her. "So you want me to be your tour guide?" His smile twitched into an almost cocky grin. "Alright." There was surrender in his voice. "When it snows and you feel the urge to get cold and wet all at the same time, I'll go with you."
She settled back into her seat, when he gave an indication he would actually be telling her why he hated snow so much. Did this mean he trusted her more? Well, he hoped so. At least that meant that they could be.. friends? At least, good friends.
She couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corner of her lips, as Isaac told his story. It was funny, in a way. And she was a masochist in a way - gaining pleasure from pain. So his story only made her smile. But of course, she couldn't help but feel concerned to. It did sound rather painful. 'No claustrophobia?'
[/color] she asked, amused.
She played with the ends of her hair when he asked whether she was inviting him. She obviously wasn't going to answer, at least, not directly. It would be embarrassing. So she didn't reply, leaving him to continue. Her blue-green orbs widened furthur when he agreed. He actually agreed? She was surprised, obviously.
So, being the one who just had to speak, she said a little too quickly, 'How about... this weekend?'[/color][/blockquote][/sub][/font]
[Blahh... sorry for the delay that lasted... forever... -.-]
To Chelsea's first question, his brow furrowed. Thin creases streaked across his forehead in the process. She brought up a good point: why chionophobia and no claustrophobia? He was probably the only kid alive that even feared snow, nevertheless know the scientific name for it! This was one of those moments where he felt that he thoroughly fufilled his roll of nerd. As you may have predicted, that feeling came hand-in-hand with the faintest hint of a blush along his cheek bones.
"Ah..." he breathed rather thoughtfully. "I really should've developed claustrophobia, shouldn't I. Oh well. I've never been one to favor normal situations, anyway. Maybe I'll go down in history?" There was a smile on his lips, a lighthearted laugh following suit. He was such a dork. Hopefully he didn't make her uncomfortable or anything. That'd be super spectacular. Woohoo... >.>;
To her second question, Isaac had a different reaction. He blinked. You know, one of those curious puppy blinks. Just... blink. She was serious? And here he had been thinking she was just messing around to make him feel better. She actually wanted to drag him along to get tortured by one of Mother Nature's creations? ... wicked.
"Sure," Isaac's head bobbed a little too enthusiastically. "This weekend sounds cool. How does Walker Lake sound?"
[ I shall now apologise for my delay in my next post. Be going out of town. ]
She nodded at what he said. Indeed, he should have. Yet, it seemed he hadn't. Amused by the idea that perhaps he was special and out of the ordinary, he gave an answer similar to her thoughts. Which made her worry that perhaps he was reading her thoughts. And the idea of it all was rather weird. Because she obviously didn't want anyone reading her thoughts.
Who would?
She noted the blush that appeared on his face, and wondered if she had asked something that embarrased him. That wouldn't do, at all. Because to embarrass someone most likely ended up with him or her ignoring her. Which wasn't good with Chelsea, who found herself taking a liking to the other.
No, not in that way.
Giving a smile, barely there, towards his comment, she nodded. 'To go down in History. That would be interesting, would it not?'
[/color] She always wondered how it would be like to see your name published in a book. Rather awesome, no?
She was glad to see that he agreed to do the snow thing with her. At least, it didn't mean she had to tackle the idea of seeing snow for the first time by herself. She rarely went out, or glanced out of the window, so it was safe to say she hadn't seen real snow. Or at least, touched it. Yes, she was assured that she hadn't touched it before.
And then, she realised there was the matter of outfits. 'I assume... It will be rather cold?'[/color] There, a question that she probably would get a positive answer to. And which would leave her planning her wadrobe for cold weather...[/blockquote][/font][/size]
[Not a problem. Have fun visiting your Granduncle. =3]
His head bobbed up and down to her comment. Surprisingly enough, he, too, was thinking about how weird it would be to see his name in a book somewhere. Unfortunately for Isaac and Chelsea, most people didn't take an interest in someone's life until about a hundred years after they passed away. Take Shakespeare, for example. People didn't even care he existed until after he had up and died. Kind of a sad thought, really. Meh. If he wanted to, he could figure out how. He just wasn't so sure he was worth remembering.
For maybe the eleventh time in these last couple hours, Isaac found himself thinking about the smile Chelsea offered every once in a blue moon. She had a nice smile. It made him wonder why she was so hesitant to display it. The faintest hint of a frown wiped away his pleasant expression as he leaned backward into the chair. "You're right," he found himself nodding despite what was going on in his mind. "Going down in history would be pretty wicked sweet. It's too bad we have to do something either really great, really bad, or really stupid to make it happen."
Whatever displeased expression he had been wearing was long gone after the subject flickered back to their excursion to the land of hellish snow. "Well... yeah..." Isaac flashed her a weird look after she questioned what the weather would be like. He had yet to remember that she'd probably never touched snow before. "You'll probably want to wear pants, maybe boots, a cloak or something, and a scarf. Mittons, too, if you don't want your fingers to turn blue and fall off." He grinned childishly. "I'm kidding, your fingers won't fall off. But still wear them just in case you get too cold."
OOC; I apologise for this post. It's rather horrible indeed.
Indeed, many a people only got remembered when they had passed on from this world. Picasso, for example. His art works are deemed great, only to be noted as amazing after he entered his death bed. Ironic, it is. How one could spend their entire lifetime trying to get recognised, and only being acknowledged in death. A life for an afterlife of fame?
Amusing.
Blue-green eyes yet again met his, as she blinked. Darn, yet another drift in her thoughts. She really had to stop this. But it was good that at that moment she had returned to reality, because it was then she caught sight of the other staring at her. And at that point, a frown crossed his face. It didn't bode well, to her. Made her wonder why it happened, and made her end up thinking - perhaps because of her?
And we bid goodbye to self confidence.
She nodded at what he said. 'Indeed. And what in your opinions is classified as stupid?'
[/color] Her bright blue-green eyes sparkled with life, as she awaited an answer. The conversation with him was going rather well, which was usually unlikely for the mostly introverted girl. How... interesting.
She nodded at what he said - ah, so it was good to be prepared. And as her quick mind started taking down whatever he was saying, the imaginary pen suddenly paused in it's writing, as he said that her fingers would fall off. Immediately, her right hand shot to envelope her left hand's fingers in a tight grasp, as she quirked an eyebrow at him. Fall off? That was not welcome, indeed. And as she parted her lips in a bid to protest, he immediately stated he was joking. Which made her exhale a sigh of relief, and promptly stick her tongue out.
'Humor. Funny,'[/color] she said dryly.[/size][/blockquote][/font]
There were so many things he could answer her question with. What did he think was stupid? Hmm. He could easily just list names of people who have done stupid things to get them fame. Some were still alive and being recognized for their stupidity. The most obvious example, though, caused him to mentally cringe. He wasn't so sure he wanted to give it, but he thought it'd be best. Was that really the only way to get his point across? Maybe. Maybe not. He was going to find out.
"Stupidity," his gaze flitted to the fire place on the wall a little ways behind her. "There's only one good example I can give you, but I feel a little uneasy doing so." He caught her eyes again, along with the return of his attention. "I'm sure you know who Lord Voldemort was, right? He's the best example of being famous for stupidity. Just think about how many idiotic schemes he came up with to get rid of the Headmistress' husband.
[/b]" Obviously, there was dislike in his tone. He shrugged a shoulder. Best example he could give.
He had felt a little awkward mentioning Voldemort. That creature was a topic that normal people didn't discuss these days. It was still too... new. He was sure Hermione was suffering from Voldemort's chaotic rampages even to this day. Inwardly, Isaac hoped he hadn't just set the mood to awkward. That wouldn't be so great. For him or for her.
Thankfully, it seemed his uneasiness would pass as unnoticed as Chelsea continued by poking her tongue out at him. He grinned sheepishly. So, she wasn't as shy and collected as she was first displaying herself as. She was a tad playful, too. Heh. That was cute. "What? You know I had to say something like that. I don't want you to enjoy the snow too much, because you may end up falling in love with it and I'd be stuck the only one hating it yet again."[/font][/blockquote]
stu·pid·i·ty (st-pd-t, sty-) n. pl. stu·pid·i·ties 1. The quality or condition of being stupid. 2. A stupid act, remark, or idea
Perfect. The very answer to her question, although she would dearly like to hear an example from him. Of course, she would never, due to pride issues, admit that she had done anything stupid before in her life. She very well might have, but an absolute refusal to the very idea she had done something akin to the word made her unable to recall any situation like that. Utter stubborness - she would admit she was stubborn, although she rather prefered the term iron-willed.
As she pinched her nose-bridge, out of habit when she felt a little awkward - a silence had fell between them - she opened one eye, the other closed, when once again Isaac started speaking. She let her other eye open too, when she realised the topic of his words. Voldemort? It was funny, actually. How once in the past everyone didn't dare utter that name, and then suddenly here came Mr. Isaac, willing to speak it out without a shread of fear on his face. It was really amusing, honestly.
As her eyes traveled, she found herself placing appropriate nods here and there, when he spoke. And when he finished, her eyes returned to focus on him, her lips parted, ready to give a reply. 'Indeed. I've read about that. I wonder, if perhaps he had taken out the rest of the Wizarding Population, leaving Mr. Potter without any allies or what not, would he have succeeded instead?' She let a smirk escape onto her lips, as she ran a hand through the ends of her brown hair. At the moment, she was seated sideways in her seat, her back leaning against the arm rest whilst her legs were neatly tucked into the corner of the chair. Her hair slung over her shoulder, she considered perhaps cutting it.
That was getting off-topic. As she shook her head, the slight action sure to go unnoticed by the other, she gave a smile at his words about how he didn't want to be the last person hating snow and what not. 'Isaac, I doubt you'll ever be the only person hating snow. And as you've said, it's going to be cold. If any reassurance to you, I hate the cold. Really.' Her blue-green eyes sparkled with what was determination, and sincerity that she was saying the truth.
Funny. This was the first time she had said his name, too.
Her comment about Voldemort left him a little startled. Indeed, it was a good thing to wonder about, but he hadn't ever thought about it before. It was one of those ideas that never occured to you until someone else voiced it. What would the world be like today if Voldemort had succeeded? Would they all be training under dark magic, or would they even exist at all? It was doubtful that Voldemort would have left Potter alive to carry on the name, but would that have affected any that were alive today?
What a bizarre thing to wonder.
And yet, he couldn't help but just sit there and think about it. He knew his silence would cause her to wonder, but she would get over it eventually. It's not like he had spontaneously gotten to his feet and left or anything. Only then could she be annoyed with him, right? Maybe.
"You know..." Like a curious puppy, his head tilted to one side while he studied her. "Voldemort probably would have succeeded if there wasn't anyone else around. It would be kind of difficult to get rid of a creature like Voldemort without the help of your friends, I'm guessing..."
Yes, very difficult indeed.
Soon enough, though, Isaac found himself thinking about their plans to go test Mother Nature. She was trying to assure him that he wouldn't be the only one hating snow. Could that really be true? He couldn't help himself from being a bit hopeful. Maybe he'd finally gain an ally in this war.
"Well good," he said finally, nodding his head briskly. "We'll go outside, immediately dislike the cold, and then go get hot chocolate or something. Sound good?"
Perhaps, she would never have existed if Voldemort had won. Her dad was a muggle, and would have been exterminated - or at least, captured and what not. It was obvious that Voldemort had a severe disliking to Muggles, evidence retrived from those things they termed as Muggle raids. She wondered if Isaac would have existed to - she didn't exactly know that much about him now, did she? Only where he came from, although the place just seemingly slipped from her mind, willing her unable to recall the name he had quipped earlier.
Starting to play with the ends of her hair, the book she had been reading - sleeping under, more accurately - now lay on the floor, forgotten. It seemed that conversation with him had overtaken her desire to read. A first, if anything. She gave a mental salute to the book which she had abandoned, silently promising and reminding herself to take it with her when she left. She would have to - it was no good to forget books.
She watched him as he tilted his head, his theory being said at that very moment. Nodding, surprised that someone had agreed with her - or at least, she thought he agreed - she didn't choose to say anymore. But it was undeniable that it would have been a hard war, fighting as one against an army of hundred. Chosen one or no chosen one, this was still a fact that being outnumbered was not easy.
'That's why, he was lucky to have loyal friends.' As she gave a hint of a smile at that thought, she wondered what one woud consider a loyal friend. Or even a close friend. It seemed so much easier when you were younger. You could meet someone for five minutes and the next moment you were best friends, playing with each other on the playground. Sadly though, she was denied such delights, stuck in the house and being taught by her over-achiever of a father, that trait passing to herself too.
She let a smile once again pass her defenses, along with a laugh. He was funny, really. 'Well, sounds good to me Captain Isaac. Lieutanent Chelsea, at your service.' Her eyes were sparkling with delight, as she found herself unable to wait for their immediate plans. It was starting to sound like fun, indeed.
OOC; We should really get this plan thing going. Heh.[/font][/size]
[Hehe, yes yes. Should we make a thread somewhere? =3]
Loyal friends...
Wasn't that the only way to have a friend? Could you really even consider someone a 'friend' if they weren't loyal at the same time? He wasn't so sure now as he shifted in his chair. He was growing rather uncomfortable in this position. His butt was numb from the hardwood seat. But still, wasn't loyalty something that was just expected when someone became your friend? If he got into a fight with some random kid, he'd want his friends to back him up, not the other guy, right? Yeah, of course. Definitely.
Unless... Maybe Chelsea was referring to Harry Potter's plain luck of having friends. That would be a little more understandable. She was right, too. Someone who lived out their life simply having one friend could be considered lucky. Besides, would there be any point in living at all if no one cared that you died?
"Yeah," Isaac's head bobbed, agreeing with her for the second time in a row. "That's probably why Voldemort failed so horribly - he didn't have friends." He sounded a little stunned at his own decision. As if he hadn't even thought of that before.
He probably hadn't.
And then, a large smile crept across his face. Captain Isaac, eh? Heh heh. He liked the sound of that. "Excellent," he rubbed his palms together experimentally, make-shifting an evil person about to unfold a major plot. This was going to make for an interesting weekend. He was really starting to look forward to it, even though snow would have to be involved. "We're totally gonna dominate that snow and then fall captive to hot chocolate. I like it.
She shifted her weight a little, her back a little sore from the lousy support that the arm-rest gave her. And as she played with her hair, her eyes were slightly dazed, herself absorbed into her own thoughts. Friends. Hah. That word was very foreign to her indeed. She could not possibly admit to knowing anyone who was her true friend, with her introverted personality and inability to talk to people. She was always shying away from public view, and hated being in the spotlight. Who would be her friend? Well, there had been one. Rachel Elizabeth Darcy. That girl had been her childhood friend, but it seemed that even she had disappeared. As to where she was, the girl no longer knew. If only she had come to Hogwarts, too.
A glance at Isaac rendered her thinking whether she regarded him as a friend. Did she? Well, she thought he was nice. And he made her laugh too, that was a bonus. Hm. She supposed, that she would consider him a friend. After all, he was nice. Now the only question was as to whether he thought her a friend. It would be funny if he did, because he was perhaps the second one who might think that way. It was always herself thinking that the other was her friend, with the other thinking she was weird. Not the best relationship now was it?
Her eyes widned, when Isaac bobbed his head in enthusiasm. He was a happy little person, wasn't he? An amused smile appeared on her face, as she nodded her head at what he said. 'Indeed. All followers, and no friends. A lonely one he is, isn't he?' She said this with heartfelt feelings, able to relate to the evil Dark Lord, oddly. She knew what it was like to be lonely.
Her eyes widened - if even possible - when Isaac started to do some action that resembled a mad scientist of sorts. She could well imagine him with white hair, and a beard, to complete the look. But he looked too young to be an evil old mad scientist, so that delusion was scrapped. As she allowed a hint of a smile to appear, she nodded. 'Battle of the Snow. Allies, the hot chocolate. Battle ground, Walker Lake. Hmm. It does have an appeal, doesn't it?'
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