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Muggle Literature Section
<Lips had parted enough for her to silently word out the author; Diana Wynne Jones. It was a simple book, not too thick but not so small
she'd have been bored within the hour. Fingers edged into the small crevice of the binding spine before the thin pages flipped serenly. A first
edition copy of Howl's Moving Castle, published in 1986. Dark eyes scanned over the first chapter, already aware of its origins, and that
it had been what regular people considered abnormal. Lyneth speculated that more then half the stuff was either true, or had once happened previous in
the wizarding and magical world.>
<Eyes further scanned the summary, chewing at her lip with noxious sensation. Books were always intriguing.>
<The eldest of three, Sophie Hatter is a regular teenager with magical talents, to which she is unaware of.>
Ah, another story of romance, deceit, and happy endings. How awkward to read a fiction novel about a playboy wizard..
<Thumb struck across her chin, the Gryffindor staring up at the next shelvings.>
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Excuse me.
<And his overall contempt for Romance novels in general. As a scientist and the former Head Boy, the only use Aidan had ever had for novels and
books and texts in the first place was to further his knowledge of everything nonfictional, and thus, almost every piece of literature that
had anything to do with a cliche woman falling in love with a cliche man and being rescued or carried off to her dreamland was virtually useless to
him. However, since the entire library itself was virtually empty and Mme. Pince had ordered him to start watching everyone to make sure that last
week's incident of two males 'vandalizing' the bookshelves with a rather sticky, white bodily fluid didn't repeat itself . .
he'd gotten out of his chair to follow the newbie around.>
<Except, she didn't seem like the type who would have vandalized anything. Not in that manner, at least.>
Can I help you find something?
<Because there were several essays coming up due to the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. tests, all of which every Ravenclaw in the building had found time to
herniate over. Funny that the population in here was so sparse.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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| posted on 5-11-2006 at 01:32 AM |
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<Now, if only she had heard the term "newbie" spoken aloud, the boy would have stepped back from shock. Not that she would
reveal, even in her thoughts, what she'd do to him.>
<Stepping her sandalled feet to the side, she expanded the distance between the pair. Etching a few more spines with a tendered fingernail. hoping
to ignore Aidan with every possible ounce of apathy.>
<She lacked at that, craning her neck to better view the offering male. Tanned skin pucked lightly as she sucked in her cheeks in another riveting
moment.>
What? Uh..No, I don't think so. Just.. browsing..
<Another pause, scouring over to the next aisle.>
I didn't think I looked like I needed help..Actually, can you go into the restricted section?
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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| posted on 5-11-2006 at 01:41 AM |
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Security measures, more or less. Several students have taken their extra-cirricular activities to the library as of late - we've also had one or
two cases of theft.
<'I apologize for encroaching on your privacy' might have followed, had he the particular social skills to play the humble,
cowed librarian like the last teenager in charge had been so wont to do. Instead, Aidan's sleepy verdigris eyes managed a blink that made his
eyelids look heavier than two thin strips of flesh should have, if only to display the fact that he wasn't phased at being near called out for
rudeness. That was the job, after all.>
I can, actually. Whether or not you can depends on if you have permission from your Head of House.
<But maybe he was feeling generous. Or bored. Or both. Either long, tan arm folded lazily across his chest, poised perfectly in wait for the
production of a signed slip of paper or a messy excuse. Didn't matter which, at this point.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Eh, I wouldn't have bothered to ask if you if I had something so.. visual as a note.
< Lyenth quickened her pace, stepping on the balls of her feet as she stretched to grab an old classic of Black Beauty off the top shelf.
She easily descended, though the height at which the book was placed would normally have left it unreachable for a regular girl. Afterall, she only
stood about five-foot, six. Rubbing down the accumulating dust from the engraved title, her head poked around the side to further her suggestion.
>
Would you need a permission slip? I suppose you could always go in there on your own account, and I already doubt they have information of
killers out here. Really a trouble..this. Can never find what you want, and the stuff you do find is always so vague.. And then, yes.. then,
when you think to yourself, "I can find details over there," your head mistress will be even more likely to ask "why would you
possibly want to go there, yadda yadda." Libraries simply are no longer libraries.
Oh.. Sorry, I rant to myself a lot.
<Cheeks had given to a rose hue, the flustered appearance quickly ridding off her sun-absorbing flesh. It was impossible to tell she had any Irish
blood in her, with the lack of fair skin or freckles.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<It was simple courtesy to let people speak themselves out before interrupting, and Aidan, ever level-headed, ever calm, ever used to the
particular and strange needs of women, he was angel-silent until this particular female caught herself and gave under a wave of red. It was only one
degree to the right of being awkward because of his inability to sense emotional whatever in the air at all.>
Pardon me for asking, but are you new? Some of the literature in the restricted section has been deemed .. unfit .. for most of the students without
express permission from their superiors. I don't need a permission slip because I'm the librarian, Miss, and to be quite honest, I believe
I've already read through every book in here at least twice. ..What were you looking for?
<That olive Spanish brow of his creased just a little. Being bitched at by large women with sharp tongues wasn't necessarily
worse than letting her in, but it certainly was to be avoided at all costs. Especially since she seemed to fidget a lot; inconspicuous was about dead
last on Aidan's list of adjectives to describe this one.>
To be honest, most of the stuff similar to what you're holding is out here.
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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| posted on 5-12-2006 at 07:04 PM |
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< She further tried to busy herself with the stacked titles beside them, those elongated fingers working now at her shirt, awkwardly tracing the
rugged hem. Chin lifted, looking to the Hispanic, studying him with intense silence. Though Lyneth seemed to have dark eyes, it was naturally hard to
tell that a glint of green was inked into them, but they soon shifted away to dance in thought.>
< It was a few more minutes before she even bothered to make some sort of inclination to reply.>
New, well. I suppose you could say that.. Normally it wouldn't be this hard at-- I'm looking for a Sorcerer or Sorceress by the name of
McKinloch. Should be something about the family in.. either an Irish text, or reoccuring murders of Wizards and Witches.. or maybe something about
past trials.
< Weight shifted to the right foot, setting Lyn at an angle, a bit annoyed that her connections had not bothered to grant her any sort immunities
to situations like this. Raking back a few dark locks away from her face, the female awed at the next line of reading material. >
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<Fidgety was, perhaps, a mite of an understatement - what about her reminded him so pointedly of Cignus? It was extraordinarily rare for Aidan to
treat another human being like anything but a walking literature file cabinet, but the way in which this girl treated conversation made it ferociously
tricky to ignore the points and facets of a very bizzare personality. In fact, when was the last time he'd actually been curious?>
<So what did notorious introverts do when they weren't quite sure exactly how to proceed? That was right, Aidan's black nails flitted to
the long tangle of a braid dripping between his shoulderblades, and he set about re-arranging it while glaring at six or seven mis-shelved
books.>
Ah. Those McKinlochs.
<Said the living archive of notes and facts in a rather dreary sigh. Exhalation was good; it indicated leniency.>
Next time you want a pass, save yourself some time and breath and just ask. I'm sure she'd be lenient.
<As lenient as a dried strip of leather, but he didn't need to breathe that aloud. Instead, one of Aidan's spidery hands dropped down to
the silver circle of keys cinched around his belt, put some pressure on the release, and pulled a single brass token from the lot.>
Come.
<By the time he'd even bothered to command her, the librarian's boots were already making a swaying beeline towards the immaculate pair
of large wooden doors in a more shrouded, dark section of the room. Just what she'd requested, of course.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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<It was well known between the two of them, that she was quite unlikely to ever come up with a permission slip; either way, she sauntered
behind Aidan as a considerably slow pace, her form just leaning forward enough to peer over the tall librarian.>
<Numerous books, even more enrapturing than the oddities of muggle fiction. Titles lines with caligraphic engravings, some cryptic with ancient
languages, or stained with old splotches of blood. Even a few were bound tight with warning signs, or booby-trapped spells.>
<Body paused in step, kneeling to examine a lower shelf. Lyneth kept in silence for the most part, after finally introducing herself.>
I'm Lyneth.. Call me Lyn, if you want.
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan.
<Metal on metal shrieked across the walls like nails on a chalkboard - It was the lantern, a crude old thing, paneled with yellowed glass trapping
an enchanted candle that gave off more than the usual tiny circle of light. Funnily enough, the restricted section even looked like a
forbidden place; for one, it was darker than the rest of the library and secluded as a long, winding wing in and of itself, and for another, Aidan
liked to keep it looking that way with spells that shot up cobwebs and conjured bats, just because it tended to scare away little locksmith first
years. Namely, Harry Potter - or so Pince had told him.>
They're all in Alphabetical order and arranged by category. Some are .. informative .. others are biographies, others are recipe books, conjure
books, and curse books. Please don't pick up anything besides what you've requested - half of them are hexed with security devices, and I
don't have time to take you to the hospital wing.
<Last time he'd done that, it was all because Theo had taken a faceplant into a table over lack of food, and wouldn't you know it?
Aidan's little sisters had torn the place up. It seemed like every time he left, the books inexplicably leapt from the shelves and tore their own
pages out.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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<He was certainly stern about the warning, though it came a tad too late before she wrongly brushed a spine. The book squealed with sudden rage,
catapulting itself with vigor. Thin eyebrows had risen, ducking the ferocious temper with an easy pivot. After watching it for a few seconds, writhing
like a shot animal on the cold flooring, her face lifted.>
I'll be sure to do just that..
<It had calmed its squirming, pages awry and bent while it lay open. As soon as her adventurousness kicked in, to try and read the visible pages,
the bewitched item slammed shut, the noise echoing off infront of them. Soft feet shuffled away from it, quick to catch up to her guide.>
Would not have been easier to relay the information to me yourself? .. If you've read up on them.
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<And it would have vaulted from its spine to sink those fuzzy paper teeth into her ankles if Aidan hadn't flicked a wrist in its general
direction.>
I should have said 'touch'. The shelves are close together. Now you know why Misters Crabbe and Goyle aren't allowed in, and I
apologise thoroughly if you share a house with them.
<She was Gryffindor, though, not a Slytherin. Lyneth didn't have the marked hollowness of the eyes or the capability to form a proper sneer
the way a member of Salazar's house did, nor did she reek of Gucci and Prada and over-zealous confidence. These weren't the little
personality traits that told him she was in Harry Potter's turf, though, he'd been told by Pince who'd heard from McGonagall, and while
he could understand their fascination with new girls whose names were very important in the circle of power, Aidan was not female, and
therefore, did not care. It was more polite to feign ignorance anyway.>
If I relayed the information from every book that every student wanted, I wouldn't be a librarian. I would be an encyclopedia. Here.
<One finger curled out from his fist and pointed towards a cluster of books in the biography and general information section, the result of which
was an all-holy blue glow. Seeing women having their faces chomped off by tomes got boring after the first six times.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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<Wasn't it hard enough that she had not brought an acceptable wand along with her? The very one in her pocket had been shattered numerous
times, splinters had on more than one occassion embedded into her soft hands and into her torso-- they had always been repaired on the spot, but never
seemed to stay looking new.>
<For a Gryffindor (and by unsaid knowledge-- that was the house she was defaulted to), there were qualities that could have been presented, given a
different situation. Either way, she hardly felt she belonged in that particular house, but it had been wished by her mentor. Thus, she was stuck to
it for the remaining years of Hogwarts.>
I'm sure I should 'thank you for directing me here', but I would be more likely to give appreciation for not giving me any trouble.
<The woman shook her head a bit, clearing her throat as she proceeded towards the designated grouping.>
I suppose I'll try to put that more politely..
"I appreciate the favor, and going out of your way."
<Instantaneously, the biggest of the works snatched up was a biography, fingers etching the name.>
Do you know if they, themselves, wrote any of these? And, have you read them?
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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That one's an autobiography.
<His index stopped short of a fat pile of pages bound with what looked like twine, but may very well have been human flesh sliced into thin,
meticulous strips and oiled for versatility.>
You're welcome.
<Aidan didn't seem to care that the first attempt at that statement had been rude; growing up with Terry Luciano and his brother, rude was an
autopilot and the offense he was supposed to take was a long broken mechanism; all he did was flick his eyes in her direction, narrow them ever so
curiously, and go back to picking apart the title he was currently focusing on without so much as skipping a beat in that thick Portugese accent of
his.>
Kael McKinloch wrote it. It's general information, really - family trees and explanations for some of their actions, philosophies, etcetera, as
well as information on Aisling McKinloch. Yes, I read it.
<And so plucked it easily off the shelf to drop into Lyneth's arms.>
Doing a little self-discovery?
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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Self-discovery? Hardly..
<Nails scratched at the line of her jaw, moving upward to trace it to her ear. One arm wrapped about this particular volume, almost surprised that
her lazy Uncle had bothered to write something up.>
You catch on quick though, but that was one of the reasons I had hoped to come alone.
<Crest burned onto the front, she easily undid the binding, fingers pricking lightly. Speculations would have been correct, if Aidan indeed thought
it was flesh. She could have probably named just who it had belonged to, as well.>
It should date back to Finbar and Roisin.. But, since you know who I am, you know what I am?
<The creditted page turned, the glistening silver ink marked well beside red text. Blood, of course. Kael had always been rather extravagant in
almost everything he did, when he actually did anything worth while. The next few papers pulled out into a massive web of lines, showing clear that
incest had been prominent. Kept the blood line intact, and the general gauge of power at a standstill. It had peaked at her father, Liam.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Thank you.
<The way Aidan's brow arched and the pair of leafy green eyes underneath slid uncertainly to the side, that was a clear followup of, I
think? But instead of interjecting rudely about how he'd told her several times that no, he did not get his jollies off on following young
women around to peer at what they were reading, this was his job, Aidan simply stood there in his clingy black t-shirt and clingy black pants and
listened. Quietly. Every now and again there was a nod to punctuate at the appropriate place, just until words formed a more fitting
reply.>
In a manner of speaking. I don't know every intimate detail of your DNA coding or your purpose in life, or attending school here, for that
matter. If it's any comfort, I don't broadcast the personal lives of students I know. That isn't my place.
<Ah, sincerity. So very rare a commodity in an ex-Slytherin.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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< Eyes thinned, her body seeming to have levitated within an instance. Exhaling from her nose, Lyneth now stood centimeters away, face practically
buried into Aidan's shoulder.>
Good choie of words, enough to keep your soul, I'd say.
<An awkward, yet sinister sort of laughter escaped. It remained elegant, equal to her features. Right hand lifted to rest gently on the sixth
year's shoulder, fingers squeezing slightly into the fabric of Aidan's shirt.>
It's nice to know you've certainly got a head on your shoulders, and from this point, you'll either be a threat--which is still
possible in plenty of ways. Or, a sort of...confidant. A partner, even.
<Removing her palm, she placed the book back into the empty slot from which it came.>
Really, my last name isn't normally connected to them-- afterall, it seems rather illogical to have a sorceress in a wizarding
school.
<A few books croaked, the awkward sounds still filling in the hall-like passage before returing to the silence.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<One of his boots had drifted a small ways behind him, toe pinned to the floor with half the weight it took to take a step, and Aidan's fair
face was written all over with a very subtle kind of silent alarm. Closeness was something he was altogether unfamiliar with, just because last time a
human being had embraced him, it was either Terry or Theophile, the first of which was buried six feet under and processing through the digestive
systems of worms, and the second of which was in a rehab center somewhere north of Wiltshire. So maybe Aidan was kind of weird.>
<He made up for it in being as unexpressive as a brick wall.>
Pince keeps my soul in a jar next to the Potions section, actually.
<The Sahara Desert wasn't that dry.>
.. Thank you. Again. You give very strange complements.
<'Good head on his shoulders'? Today was a day to be completely lost in terms of reaction, and so the simple, plain, ever useful
'thank you' was his weapon of choice.>
I'm aware. You may get one or two turned heads, <The only one he could think of offhand was Romulus, actually, and his elder brother Rowan.
Thankfully the latter had graduated.> but we have so many transfers from Ireland and Scotland that nobody will think twice.
<And then, just in case his extension of words beyond three syllables hadn't been awkward enough:>
I'm always here. If you have a problem, I mean.
<Come to think of it, that Silvertongue girl would have been keen as well.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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<Taken aback by the sudden jolt of hilarity, lips curled into a feverent smile. How unequipt she was to handle this graduat. Thick waves of black
bounced with her step, taking to his hand and she lured him back out of the onyx tinted depths.>
I'm just not so good at verbalizing good points?
As for turned heads, McGonagall is well aware of my position, purpose, whatever you'd like to name it(Or she should be.. my guardian is a bit
ADD). Should a student question me, though I am forbidden to deal them with my own methods..Half of my story is still true. That should work
for the meantime.
But this is still school, I expect to have some fun and friends while I'm stuck here.
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
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Apparent--
<How unequipt he was to handle people, in general. Now a days Aidan dealt with them with tongs, gloves, haz-mat suits and thick goggles,
but it was awfully difficult when he couldn't even finish a word for the shock of being oh-so-suddenly grabbed and guided out of a section he
knew like the lines of his own body. Most students kept their own fifteen foot radius with the large altar of a desk he often perched at as an
exception, because most students were Ravenclaws and nerdy Gryffindors, the slices of the populace with their own problems.>
<But he managed, whether or not Aidan was trying hard to swallow down that ominous uncomfortable feeling that had so suddenly curled up into his
stomach to stay. Couldn't help but remember all of Shine and the atmosphere at the Queen's Last Breath - Aidan's nose was still
slightly crooked from where Theo's knuckles had crashed into it.>
..ly not.
<Both doors clicked loudly shut with the quick application of key to tumblers, forever locking it off to anyone without him as a chaperone.>
Mm. It shouldn't be hard. People respond to . . your type. You'll be fine.
<Aidan blinked those long spanish lashes and peered down at her awkwardly for, oh, maybe five or ten seconds before very abruptly turning on heel
and pacing back towards his personal receptionist's space. Avoidant? It could be called that, whether or not the prickling in his spine
had anything to do with guilt or mere introversion, but of course, she did have to check the book out.>
Have they issued your student number?
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
sono_katii
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Lyneth McKinloch
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.. Uhm.
<Hardly remembering most the information they had recenlt given her the latter night, hands quaked through the stacked notes in her bag. Nothing
close to a strange number, or identification. A finger pressed against the tender skin stretched over her temple, swirling lightly as she
thought.>
I guess not.. I can just read it in here, I guess. I can spend more time with you!
<It was displayed rather silly, her face twisted majestically, pointing at Aiden with bent knees, leaning with a smile. Almost like a cliche little
elementary school girl taking notice to a cute new student. Lyn was just being exciteable, of course.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
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<Was he just self conscious, or was that swallow audible?>
I can -- Oh. That .. works.
<Aidan wasn't rude, just awkward. Awkward for the way a hand reflexively came to rest on the back of his neck and scratched at a nonexistant
itch, just the same as both eyes darted to the busted up, five years behind screen in front of him where a little cursor sat on the blue monitor,
blinking as though it were wondering why he was bothering to ask it. It turned out that he was extremely unequipt for another human being to
acknowledge him as anything other than a book-secretary. What an inopportune time to stumble across that little .. fact.>
The tables over there have note sheets on them if you need to copy something out.
<Helpful, though, wasn't he?>
You can spend as much time as you like in here, and I'll give you a pass to say you were in study hall that will excuse you from any classes
you're missing. The library does close at seven, though.
<An hour away, and he could go home for another eight hours on the job.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
sono_katii
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Lyneth McKinloch
Bruised Knees
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<Honestly, the little girl act had mentall beat her down; she cleared her throat in response, sticking hands in the pockets of her pants. They fit
comfortably at the hips, but it was obvious they weren't made to easily move through wind. Lyn gave a nod towards the "book-secretary"
and sat down at the front desk.>
Well, I'll be around a lot, and thanks.. a lot. You should ask sometime for details, it's a moderately interesting story.
<Legs crossed idlely, popping open the autobiography as she skimmed the lineage of her clan. Eyes moved up to steal another glance.>
Do you live here at the school, or do you commute?
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
Ruminations on Ferocity
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You know more than what's in that book?
<Even he knew the fascination behind reading stories whose endings had already been determined. Aidan forced a sleepy blink towards the neon
monitor while a lazy left hand danced across the keys, filling in titles and book codes and whether or not they'd been checked out yet, by who,
what time, etcetera. All of that, practiced so repeatedly over the years, was perfectly autopilot.>
I live in Hogsmeade. So I commute. You'll like the dormitories here, though.
<Gryffindor's; Slytherin's tended to get loud at night - how many times had he fallen asleep to the repetitive rhythm of hot breathing
and a squeaking bed two lots over? Thankfully, his ex girlfriend's new boyfriend's older brother had tipped his friend off to the situation
and loaned him a spare room during Aidan's seventh year. Another idle blink, another scroll across the keys.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
sono_katii
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Lyneth McKinloch
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<Leaning in toward her knees, hands riddled a few more pages, smirking at the question. She refused to respond until he'd answered hers, of
course.>
Hogsmeade.. I've never been there myself.
<Another thin pages turned before she came across the table, listing how many were killed by each secular family member. Another flashy grin, too
evil for that of such a pretty face, appeared.>
Yes. I had to live with Aisling for eight years, and not a day was without screaming. Except the time she got a cold..
Most of what Kael knows is utter bull; he's a bit on the lazy side of the family, owning a shop in Knockturn. He's got the numbers, but the
overall timeline is a bit jumbled.
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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