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I look for ghosts; but none will force / Their way to me

Jul 27, 2009 14:45

Name(s): Venat and anyone else
Location: In ur library, watchin u study
Week: 37
Time: All day
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Hogwarts' new poltergeist takes up residence in the library for the day. Feel free to subthread or threadjack.

( There was something in the library that day which had never been there before. )

❧belladonna "ghost widow" vetrano, ❧sasuke uchiha, ❧venat, ❧delita heiral

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In ur RP, subthreadding ur log brbusinivalice July 27 2009, 21:26:08 UTC

Somehow, even after all these years of seeing these face-to-face, Delita was never quite used to the concept of 'ghosts'. When he was a boy he had often told stories of them to his sister to frighten her, and then get scolded by his mother for being such a 'cruel brother'...but before he had come here, he had truly never thought them to exist.

Delita tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes glancing towards that...figure, whatever it was, standing in front of the same bookshelf that he he himself wished to get to.

He was not afraid of ghosts or spirits. He was not a child, nor was he the same young boy who cried at the sight of the house ghost, hiding under his bed for a full day until one of the older Housemates had to coax him out. He had grown since then, thank you very much, and when the Housemate found him, he didn't know that he was hiding because of the ghost. For all Delita told him he had lost his book under there, then got stuck under the bed ( ... )

x3 is_a_heretic July 27 2009, 23:22:56 UTC

Venat watched the hume.

For the boy's kind, it knew, it was not a simple matter to know where its attention was focused at any given time. Humes were so accustomed to expressions, the subtleties of faces, outward displays of emotion and thought. The reverse was sometimes true for Venat, but as it had lived among humes the most out of all its kind, it had some practice reading the nuances of expressions.

In this case, it knew perfectly well that it had the young hume's attention simply from the way he kept stealing glances at Venat.

When he stood, a subtle ripple of lightsparks passed over Venat's form, its version of a smile or a laugh. Aside from that it remained perfectly still and inscrutable as the young hume approached, awaiting what he would do, or say.

brbusinivalice July 27 2009, 23:35:28 UTC

...it shouldn't be something that he felt unnerved with. There were ghosts in the school--he'd seen them every day. But every single time, he'd find himself feeling uneasy, anxious ( ... )

is_a_heretic July 27 2009, 23:58:59 UTC

Venat remained where it was and watched, as curious as the hume was cautious. He no longer darted glances at it, but looked at it outright, head slanted in an appraising way. Cautious, but not shying from their encounter. It liked that.

Do you desire that I stand aside? it inquired politely. Its voice would seem to come from the air, from inside the hume's mind, last of all from its own form.

brbusinivalice July 28 2009, 00:04:10 UTC

If Delita was his younger, rather quite Muggle self, he probably would have cried out at the sound of the voice. As it was, though, he merely stiffened, noticeable only to those who would really look, really appraise him.

He watched him for a small moment, before answering, softly:

"Only if you wish to. It is not my place to ask you to stand aside. But if you desire to, it would be appreciated, sir."

But it was polite, Delita would give him that.

is_a_heretic July 28 2009, 01:33:42 UTC

The light-sparks that passed over its form again were brighter this time, more noticable. Venat liked this hume boy. It liked his courtesy, that which Venat had learned from his kind, who ordered their world into dances of manners. It liked his steadfastness.

Venat, it replied, meaning its name, and it drifted to the side, giving him full access to the books.

brbusinivalice July 28 2009, 01:54:56 UTC

...sparks? That was rather peculiar. Unnerving still, but peculiar.

"Thank you." Delita said softly, stepping towards the books. He took one in his hand--the one he had wished to research in the first place--and examined it.

...wait.

Was the ghost...introducing himself to him?

He ignored the chill at that thought, and steeled himself. If he was kind enough to introduce himself and not try to scare him into oblivion, then he could at least be courteous back.

"Delita Heiral." He said, looking up towards him again. "Ravenclaw."

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