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Date Posted: 15:57:56 05/10/02 Fri
Author: Celeste Riceburg
Subject: Re: :: Oh, What A Tangled Web Weave ::
In reply to: Harry Potter 's message, "Waiting for the sky to fall" on 12:23:05 05/10/02 Fri

size=2>:: The apparent tapping of shoes was growing ever so powerful as she ingressed the web of passage ways that weaved in and out of the school. Falsely blonde hair, a sign to deceive in itself, and aquamarine eyes...shallow. Hers did not open her soul, not when she wasn't in the current presence of certain 'subjects'. And low and behold, wonder boy, in the hall, of course she didn't know him. All she heard was the soft murmur of 'bloody hell' as she passed. "Is that a big saying with the British? Or..is the pain that bad?" she said stopping in front of him. How insufferable she could be. ::

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[> [> Too complicated -- Harry Potter, 18:09:42 05/10/02 Fri

In the agonizing transcient moments, he had been insolently assured inwardly that he had finally produced some makeshift hermitage of sorts in the once derelict corridor, almost solitary except for the relentlessly and maliciously mischievous poltergeists his past presented. Desolate and cosseting his angsty fears in the merciful darkness that had pulled a curtain between himself and society, or the real world, rather, he yenned and pined to be held by his amoured one and only, although he was almost wary of her her potency to wound him to the point of no recovery. Who knew how he would react if he saw her, the one he was pathetically, almost utterly reliant on for his exsistance? Would he melt or freeze? He anticipated her with the sounds of the initial round of unrestrainedly heavy footsteps, well, no every trifle sonance, rather, but more acutely when the advent of someone was blatantly inevitable.

The figure approaching was familiar and he determined the petite frame belonged to one, Ginny, who he found himself having very conflicting emotions for. She, an attrahent enigma, obviously, felt the same towards him, what with declaring her verbally lambasting, eternal hatred for him one moment, and then succumbing to him after realizing how much she had hurt him. Intrigued as to why she would be so wrothfully umbraged as she stormed towards him blindly (blinded with maelstrom, he deduced without hesitation) and feeling an immoderate need to console her, he recollected timorously that a Ginny was an ill researched and a feasibly virulent species, especially when inflamed, and in her piqued dudgeon, he was antsy about the decision to pursue her after she passed him. It made him ache to solace her, that she had seemed so vulnerable one moment, and then when she detected his presence, she was so far away and unreadable again. It baffled him, and captivated him, why she was so beguiling and, well, moodily feminine. Wonderboy as he was, didn't understand women, which one of the many factors that put him on the "human" list instead of "superhuman" that many people stereotyped him to be on.

So, nonetheless, he proffered an unpremeditated, slight smile of amibility that was probably rejected as she traversed past him with great celerity, too fearful of how she might viperously snap at him to follow her. A civil war had engaged itself in his mind, and although he desperately wanted to follow her to mollify her acrimonious exsistence. He did genuinely care for the refractory, confused girl, however much she wouldn't want to hear it because she was too obstinately adhered to the opinion she had based on him that since they had shared a kiss before his romance with Hermione transpired that he didn't harbor solicitude towards her. Besides, he began an excuse to himself to why he hadn't gone after her in order to protect his cowardice, I need to be comforted, much less I can comfort someone. Right? "Right." He announced out loud as if to reinforce the pacifying lie he had convinced himself was true... and in a large way it was, and in a large way, it wasn't.

Dejected thoughts interrupted by the onset of another individual's ginger footfalls, which obviously belonged to someone of the fairer sex. On edge, his optimistic side that was chastised frequently got the better of him, so to speak, and he eagerly foretasted the appearance of his amoret in an assiduously studious manner. He had leaned westward slightly off the wall and become poised and expectant but he had only set himself up for a fall that conceived when he realized it was one of the resident popularity princesses. His exceedingly pallid countenance shined a light as bright as the celestial body of the sphere that perpetuated the world that they all orbited upon the transparent fact that he had been sleep deprived as of late. The ghostly thin skin bordering his incandescent, verdant oculus was puffy, and beneath the windows to his soul [or so the cliche goes] were deep lavender shadows exacerbated in degree of sooty coloration by the obscure caliginosity that came with the onset of night.

He had been offhandedly, almost unconsciously contriving the idea to ignore her until the unnecessary comment projected from her lips, and the impeccably adorned, arcanely cabilistic youth's eyes smolderingly rose to meet her's, his vibrant emerald stare livid and fiery. "Are all Americans naive? Or.. is it just you?" The incisive, coruscating eyes glowered slightly at her, for he was in a remarkably wretched state of mind, and she had caused him to effervesce over the top. "And to answer your question," still glaring penetratingly at this point, he continued, "it's both." How he fancied how fine the feeling of venting was at someone! He wanted to rampage on, but a nagging thing that he loathed, called his conscience, prevented him from fully obliterating some self esteem or something like it in her. He threw regard that she was attractive and of upper crust social order to the wind. She wasn't insufferable to him. He had suffered through far worse than the likes of her.

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[> [> [> Re: No One Said Things Had To Be Easy -- Celeste Riceburg, 19:05:17 05/10/02 Fri

Was it her, or had she come off rude? Hadn't been intended, no, not at all, but she was so unknowingly hurtful. How shallow of her to be so wrapped up within her own world of hopes and dreams that she should shut her eyes in front of the pain. She hoped perhaps the sickness, the evil that had attacked one wizarding community...she wished, with all her heart, it could be a lie, or only and illusion. And it was so simple to say 'What is wrong? What is wrong with the World today?', of course Celeste knew nothing of inner depth, of showing her soul to anyone, well with the exclusion of Julian. There was no simple answer. Things were so different from yesterday, and they got worse each day, faster. And prejudice seemed so easy at the moment, to just hate the people that had brought rainy days, but Celeste did have some decency. So the question was answered, plain and simple: "Just me. I didn't mean to be rude...I just come off that way, I'm sorry. Of course you shouldn't ahve snapped to conclusions so fast, you're on our territory now, is that so awful? It's strange, but can't any of you act like your lucky for not being blasted off the face of the Earth, or did you all want that? Was ending it all the plan? I'm not sure about the people in Britain, but people here, at least me, are naive. I don't know pain, I never have...not the kind you've experienced, so you should try to remember...not everyone understands. That's nice enough, for us to try to understand. We don't have to you know. Of course I can understand the people, some of us might have written you guys off the list from day one, I did. But...well there's too much pain to ignore it. So let me rephrase my question, Is it so bad to be here, that nothing would make you smile?" she asked, almost kindly, but still keeping the standard 'you're-on-my-territory' tone. It seemed there was a chism in the school, and if they couldn't all pull together, do something, be strong...then it wasn't a 'what', but a 'we' that was wrong.

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[> [> [> [> But it's ridiculous when they're this hard -- Harry Potter, 19:36:05 05/11/02 Sat

The onyx apexed, masculine figure's penetrating green leer of choleric resentment transfixed on her with aloof frigidity at her, embittered and barely kindled ferment [not all induced from her] still obviously simmering and it didn't seem to be calming into tranquility anytime soon. He had begun to slightly lose some of his incense, but it only reignited like coal perniciously slathered with a leathal dosage of flammable fluid. "I don't care who's territory I'm on. I appreciate the refuge offered to us so graciously by your Headmistress," the tone was trenchant, biting, caustic, "but maybe you're the one not seeing the whole picture here. How about you try to understand instead of standing there and critiquing me on my behavioral vices and telling me you're trying when you're not seeing the magnitude of the situation. Understand that I was ripped away from all I've known as were all of my peers, understand that many of our friends died, and understand that I died. Understand that we left everything behind. Everything." He inhaled requisitely fathomlessly and his lethargic, virent colored peer downcasted then bore past her, veiled by dark fringes of eyelashes that cast shadows over his ashen visage from the plenilune lumination drifting in through from the eerie night. An overcast, ominous gloom settled comfortably over him in dismal, melancholy moroseness, her last sentence seeming to have hit hard. Death. How could one banter about such a topic, profering as if it were so mere, so insignificant, when it was truly the largest milestone one could stake claim upon. Rhetoric, of course. "There is someone that could make me smile, but she's not around." With that, he meandered past her, nodding slightly in an informal soho.

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[> [> [> [> [> True That -- Celeste Riecburg, 06:25:30 05/12/02 Sun

Celeste stood still, she couldn't even imagine the events he described. A wizarding holocaust. Destruction, devistation, disgrace. The horror! Celeste's eye grew wide, but her mouth simply dropped when he said that he died. She racked her brain, as quick as she could, he was walking away. She pictured him in her head, he was already turned around, and...wait a second! That scar...he died, the gossip- oh my god! "Oh-oh my god!" she screamed, "You're Harry Potter!" she said. Now she just felt stupid. She'd been so ignorant now. Everyone knew who he was, and she ran to catch up, "I'm sorry, so sorry! I didn't know-really forgive me, I feel so stupid. I had no idea" she said shaking her head, shocked at who she had been speaking to so rudely. No one could know pain better than he could. Celeste was just nothing comapred to what he'd been through, a walk in the park.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> I think I need a change -- Harry Potter, 07:30:54 05/12/02 Sun

Startled by her sudden outburst, he instinctively wheeled to face the direction the vociferation was sonorously emitted from as if he were a defensive animal. The consternation, however, was short-lived and soon fell away as his logic pieced together the scene. As she accused him of who he was, his sable eyebrows furrowed almost quizzically, but more or less cogitatingly. Seeming perfectly insane, he retorted blandly and in obvious resign, emerald green, peridot flecked eyes rising to meet her's as his "realization" of sorts hit, "Yeah. I am, aren't I?" However more his more recent life had made him additionally callous and weathered, wise, even, and his ephemeral, sometimes irascible temper was the verbal lambastement of others who managed to excite a nerve or so into the practice, when his aggression pacified, he knew he shouldn't be putting people to fault for being naive because they couldn't help it. Doing so would be naive of him. When she had approached him again, he was mellowed considerably, as she had put thoughts of Hermione into his lonely brain and that had cut him to the quick. The masculine phenomenon offered a fleeting but genuine smile to her when he noticed how devastated she was, but it was barely detectable. His soul searching eyes bore into her turquoise ones indecisively for a moment, but then he spoke. "Stop whimpering. I forgive you. To err is human, but I'd appreciate it if you told me you wouldn't approach anymore random Hogwarts students like you did me. I don't think they'd appreciate it very much, because I didn't." Perhaps he was too clementful on subjects such as she, but bestowing mercy upon all his enemies but one was a task he could accomplish. That didn't mean it wasn't an ornerous task, but it meant he could accomplish it.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Everything changes, nothing remains without change-Buddha -- Celeste Riecburg, 08:30:44 05/12/02 Sun

Celeste smiled, so happy her mouth hadn't gotten her into trouble again. She put one hand up, palm facing him, as if swearing, "On my honor, no more," she said solemnly. "I'm Celeste by the way, Celeste Riecburg," she smiled, pulling her hair off her shoulder and back behind her. "Listen, to thoroughly make it up to you, if you need any help or anything, like school work...I mean I'll do what I can, or if someone is bothering you...just say the word. Don't be afraid to ask, OK?" she offered. Celeste could be nice, whenever she felt it was needed, and now it wasn't definatley needed. What if ended up saving this whole school one day? What if he ended up saving..her? She hadn't been in any particular danger...but there were so many 'and's' and 'what if's' in life, you should put nothing like this to chance.

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