Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Aug 16, 2012 22:24:01 GMT -5
Pyre had decided to go down and check out the Quidditch pitch upon getting back to Hogwarts. She'd been her school's team's Seeker, and loved the sport. Maybe she'd pick up playing again if anything ever settled the hell down.
Oohh. Nope. No cursing, not even in one's head.
She hummed a little kid's song from back home as she walked down to the pitch. She smiled when she got there and nodded a little in approval, hair turning a shade of powder blue as she wondered if she could sneak her brother and a few of her cousins into the school for a pick-up game of Quidditch. They'd played those back home...she missed them.
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Aug 16, 2012 23:06:04 GMT -5
James did not choose to play Quidditch like his father and grandfather used to do upon entering Hogwarts last year. That was Albus' thing and he did not want him to feel like he was stepping on his middle brother's territory. He did that a lot as it was. Not to mention it would not be cool to have to play against Al as he was in Slytherin while James was in Gryffindor. So being the nice older brother he was, he just let the whole thing go. Even because it wasn't extremely necessary. He did prefer to see the happy smile on Albus' face when he was playing.
That was the reason why James was at the Quidditch pitch right now. He sneaked in to see one of Albus' training sections with the Slytherin team, which had just ended about half an hour ago. He went down and entered the pitch to feel the sensation of being within it. James had to confess that his brother was really good as a seeker. He had heard stories about the same being true about their father while he was at school.
James did wonder if he wouldn't make a better chaser like his grandfather and namesake used to be on his time at school, just like he was in their makeshift Quidditch games at the Resistance camp. Though there was no point in thinking on what wouldn't happen anyway. His choice on this was made since last year and he was completely OK with it. He had other plans for the near future anyway and they didn't involve staying at Hogwarts at all.
He turned his head towards its source when a soft humming noise reached his ears. The song seemed somehow familiar to him. When he saw who was humming it, his semblance turned surprised but happy at the same time. It was his aunt Angelina's younger self. It would be just crazy to go there and hug her. They barely knew each other at this point in time anyway. "Hey, do I see another enjoyer of Quidditch who wish she could be playing...?" James said in his usually jovial tone of voice. He also opened a full grin at the color her hair turned into. It brought some nice memories to his mind.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
Posts: 72
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Aug 16, 2012 23:30:19 GMT -5
She watched the Slytherin team practice from behind the stands, nervous and not wanting to interupt. She also didn't want to run into Draco Malfoy. They'd been childhood playmates, and now he was pissed off at her and every other member of the Cavaliere family. She really didn't want to slap him that day...even if he deserved it for acting like such a little faccia di merda ((Italian slang: literally shit-head, technically bastard)).
She really had to stop cursing in her head...she blamed George.
She jumped a little when she heard a voice behind her and turned to find Jay Prewett smiling at her. She didn't know Jay very well, honestly; he was a Gryffindor that was a year ahead of her and didn't seem to get along very well with Talon ((just guessing that he wouldn't, haha)). That was the extent of what Pyre knew of him. He seemed nice, though! Pyre had made friends with a girl named Satsu that had transferred around the same time as all of the others that was in the same House and year as Jay. Satsu said that he was nice, and Pyre trusted Satsu.
"Oh, ciao!" she replied happily. "Si, si...I used to play before I transferred here...I'm Pyre della'Rosa, by the way; it's very nice to meet you!"
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Aug 17, 2012 0:47:28 GMT -5
Ciao? Wasn't that to say goodbye? No, his head was being confused. That meant hi in Italian. "Ciao!" He replied sounding as natural as she did while waving for her to approach further. Waving like that to aunt Angelina wasn't the smartest thing to do, but James wasn't thinking about it. He was just too happy to do so. Thankfully nothing weird that he would have to explain happened.
"My pleasure really, Pyre. I'm James Prewett, one of last year's transfers, but everyone calls me Jay. Totally OK to do so..." He said still keeping that friendly smile on his face while offering a quiet hand for a shake. Jeez, he was a great liar, wasn't he? He gave out his alias as if he was saying his real birth name, without even flinching a face muscle.
Did she just say Pyre? James knew his aunt as Angelina and by her facial structure this was definitely her. He never forgot a face, specially of someone so close. That was a source of some pain to him as he always vividly remembered the faces of those who were gone. Whatever... It didn't make a difference what name she was called by now. After all he wasn't being entirely honest about his real name himself. Maybe she had a reason to hide hers or just changed it afterwards for whatever reason.
"My brother Al plays on the Slytherin team. He's quite good at it. I, by the other hand, decided to pass as you seem to have done yourself. If you allow me asking... Is there a reason why you didn't participate in your house's team tryouts upon your transfer?" James said proud of Albus' accomplishments as a player and then was his usual prying self. He was a bit nosey sometimes, but never out of malice and Angelina was family even if she didn't know that yet.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
Posts: 72
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Aug 17, 2012 1:28:12 GMT -5
She smiled brightly and walked over to join him. She accepted the offered handshake and snickered internally when he introduced himself. He had the same nickname as her fratello ((brother))! She would tell Jared that later; maybe it would get a smile at him. He'd been so sulky and irritated since he was instructed to lay low. It was getting hard to live in the same apartment as him...
"Oh, is he the Seeker?" she asked. "He was really good...oh, why I didn't try out? I wanted to...but they told me I transferred too late. I guess Hufflepuff already had a Seeker."
She didn't believe that; she hadn't seen a Seeker when she watched their practice. She suspected that they were lying because they didn't believe that she'd been a Seeker in the past. Whatever. There was always next year. And if she didn't make it, she'd find something else. She'd heard that there was a local Quidditch league. Maybe she'd go and help out there. She liked help people out...she wished that she could help people more. She didn't like always hurting people and killing. She wished that things could be different.
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Aug 19, 2012 22:08:11 GMT -5
James remembered that bright smile clearly in his mind. Angelina and George were his favorite aunt and uncle. It was a case of their personalities talking fluently to each other he thought to himself. Albus and Lily, who were more reserved than himself, had more affinity with other family members. Whatever. Right now it made no difference. That which made him like his aunt in the future was the same reason why he'd probably like her younger self now.
James smiled at Pyre as she mentioned how his brother was good. That made his memories go back, or forward since they were from future events technically, to the times in which him and Albus played together in the makeshift camp Quidditch pitch. They were both talented fliers and players. Yet, they had never cheated while playing. James never having used his telekinesis to score as chaser and Albus, though freezing the snitch by accident a couple of times, always let it go flying for a while before finally catching it cleanly. It was amazing how they had managed to form some good memories while growing up in such dark times.
James nodded enthusiastically to confirm that Al was the Slytherin seeker. His smile closed as Pyre explained why she wasn't playing on her house's team. "That doesn't seem right, does it? I don't think they have a seeker yet. Maybe it is because you are a transfer. That is discrimination. You should complain to your Head of House really." He said a bit too seriously for his general behavior. If there was something James had learnt to hate since toddlerhood was discrimination. Even though he would not have chosen his suggested course of action if something similar had happened with himself or his siblings. He'd make sure they regretted it through a very well thought out prank instead. Lessons in laugh, that was James' way.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
Posts: 72
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Aug 20, 2012 4:39:22 GMT -5
Oh, so his brother was Slytherin's Seeker! She'd thought so; they looked similar! Well, except for the eye-color; the Slytherin Prewett had green eyes. That happened in every family, though; Pyre's big brother Giani had had hazel eyes instead of the usual blue that most Cavaliere hhad.
Ah...Giani....She missed her brother. It had been about five years since he died. Now that she was thinking about it, she was going to talk Jared into Side-Along Apparating her to Giani's grave sometime. She hadn't visited in a while because of how busy she'd been, and she felt bad for that. Giani would have visited her. Pyre's mama said that she had a personality that was very similar to the personality of her deceased brother. Giani had been considerably older than Pyre and Jared, though, so he hadn't been home very often. The result was that Pyre didn't remember much about Giani, even though she'd been eleven when he died.
She hadn't even considered that she'd been refused a try-out because she was a transfer...but why would that happen? Other transfers got try-outs, and they wouldn't lie about something like that, would they? Sure, the British held a long-standing grudge against the Italians for the long-ago Burning of Diagon Alley, but surely they wouldn't refuse to let her try out for her House Quidditch team over something so stupid! It had been over forty years since the Blitz and the destruction of Diagon Alley, and everything had been rebuilt.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not that!" she reassured him with a nervous smile. "I'm new here; I'm sure that they have a Seeker. I haven't met all of my Housemates yet."
She didn't want to cause any problems, and complaining to the Head of House certainly would. She was sure that wasn't the case, anyway....it couldn't be, could it?
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Aug 21, 2012 18:07:31 GMT -5
James noticed when Angelina's mind seemed to drift into her memories. He was always looking after his siblings and did know when they were thoughtful. That not always worked with everyone, but it was because James didn't care about them. Actually there were two kinds of people for James Sirius Potter, the ones he cared about and the ones he didn't. The former group got everything from him, the latter nothing.
"It seems like you went on the memory line… Wanna share or prefer to keep?" The young man offered his future aunt. If he could, he wanted to help her. Though he wouldn't pry beyond what would be prudent. Sure if she knew who she was to become he wouldn't hold back further questions. Sometimes people just had to be pressed in order to spill the beans and then be helped by someone else. The whole sin of pride thing. James himself was guilty of that on occasion.
"Yeah! Maybe you're right." James said and shrugged. "You just got transferred, right? Like a couple months back instead of the year me and my siblings have been around already…" He continued musing on how long he remembered her name on the general Hufflepuff roll calls. He was a curious young man and always made sure who was there with him. He knew most of the future people, but of the present ones some were known, some weren't. Getting to know the unknowns, he also made sure to place the younger versions of knowns in their rightful place and that was were Angelina or Pyre came in.
"It's just that I abhor prejudice, which means I'm in to have a bad time soon, I know… Anyway, I guess I just overreacted for nothing…" James said honestly. He was having a tendency to do that since the time travel took place. Overreact to certain things, that is. His feelings were closer to his skin that ever before and sometimes he wished he could be gone already before he explodes while looking at his family and ends up revealing things that should be kept a secret.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Aug 26, 2012 2:04:31 GMT -5
"Oh, it was nothing," she replied, smiling a little. "I just realized that it's been a while since I visited my older brother, Giani."
Giani was a bit of a sore subject at home. Everyone secretly wondered what had happened to the luck that had kept Jared alive after his throat was slit and prevented Pyre from sustaining serious injuries when she fell off of the roof. It felt like it had somehow skipped Giani....because it kind of did. Pyre wondered if Rhys and Stef had been fulfilling their promise and replacing the flowers on his grave. Speaking of graves...when was Aura's funeral.
Aura...
Pyre shoved back the stab of guilt that hit her when she thought of Aura and continued to smile. It wasn't like he needed to know her life story; he barely knew her! She wouldn't be inclined to tell him everything even if he wasn't essentially a stranger, she reminded herself.
"Si! I actually only transferred a few weeks ago," she admitted with a sheepishly laugh. "I speak passable English; it's a hard language to master."
She really didn't like the various exceptions to rules that the English language had. Why couldn't they speak a language that was easier to learn? Everything had to be complicated in England, it seemed, except for manners. The old-school (sometimes Victorian) manners that had been drilled into Pyre's head since she was a small child seemed so rigid and constricting by comparison.
"Oh, there is prejudice associated with being an Italian in Britain," she shrugged. "I knew as much when I decided to transfer here; I've come to accept it."
She was used to the dirty looks and outright suspicion she received from the English. She'd been equally wary of them at first, having been told stories about the siege of Sicily and the way they had been short-changed after World War One throughout her entire life. Any Italian that had the Cavaliere Famiglia's signature blue eyes walking the streets of Diagon Alley was subject to the same suspicion.
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Sept 1, 2012 14:13:01 GMT -5
"I guess I should be thankful that I'm always with siblings. We have our differences in personality and all that, but I do think it is great to have them both close by. This way I can make sure they are OK and interfere fast if they aren't." James said honestly, deciding it was prudent to stuff his hands into his pockets for a while as this subject was sending him down the memory line as well. The recalling of the discussion with their father and the memory manipulation he had done to all his core living family made him feel angry at himself for doing that, even though he knows it was necessary at the time. Anger meant he could cause an accident to happen, so better safe than sorry...
Then the name Giani started to hammer in his mind. Yes, she did say he was her older brother, but he had never met him. He knew she had a brother who had died before she married George. Maybe that was the one. James knew that his death had to be a sore subject to Angelina because well, the death of a loved one always is and then there was the fact that she never really talked about it beyond saying he had died too young in unfortunate circumstances. Better to leave it at that. James had never delved into this subject when it would make sense to do so, certainly he wouldn't do that now when they were basically technical strangers. At least on her side they were...
James opened one of his bright smiles at her mention of English being a difficult language with many exceptions. He used to feel the same way about Italian when Angelina tried to teach him a bit of her native language. "I've heard that Italian is much more difficult to learn with all those verb conjugations with different terminations for each personal pronoum and verb tense and differences in word construction due to gender, plural and all that..." He stated a few of the difficulties he had encountered when trying to learn Italian. Though he never allowed them to stop him and did pick up a few things of his aunt's mother language. Sure, he wasn't fluent or anything like that, but he could understand enough if spoken to. Replying intelligently was another matter altogether, but he'd try if needed.
"I was talking more about the whole war going on out there, though I guess there are other kinds of prejudice that cause emotional harm just as well..." James said sympathetic to her situation. "Know that I don't care about you being Italian, Pyre. It makes no difference on how I see you. I think you're cool for who you are... or seem to be..." He said, fixing his small slip up fast. "What's in the past should stay there, right? People should learn to accept things and move forward." He said honestly as he did believe in it. The best way to disarm the strength of prejudice is not to believe in its sources and keep an open mind as much as possible.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Sept 1, 2012 15:05:37 GMT -5
"I would not anything about that," she admitted. "I am the youngest of my siblings. If you could get my fratello ((brother)) Jared to stop pacing for a few minutes and attempt to hold a conversation, though, he might agree...at least I think he might. Jared becomes antsy when he's inactive for long periods of time, and it makes him snappish. He says a lot of things he doesn't mean."
Was "says" the appropriate word when referring to Jared? She was never entirely sure...he would've probably made some snarky remark about how he wished he could say anything, even something he didn't mean, were he there. It was just how he was; she'd learned to ignore much of what her brother signed when he was in one of his moods. She loved and admired Jared very much, regardless. She was sure that he knew it.
She laughed softly at his remarks about Italian. She'd never had to learn her mother language, so she supposed that it was probably a pretty difficult thing for a non-Italian, from her own misadventures with attempting to learn passable English.
"I guess so. I'm so used to them that the conjugations are second nature, so I guess it's probably the same for someone who speaks English as their first language," she agreed. "I'm going to take a guess and say that you've tried to learn Italian."
She smiled sadly at the next things that he said. If only everyone thought that way...the slowly-moving healing process of the Wizarding World would be going along much more quickly. It wasn't healthy, the massive divide between the East and the West.
"I wish everyone felt like that, but there's a lot of bad blood between the Italians and the British. I suspect that they'll forgive the Germans before they forgive us," she sighed. "We practically destroyed Diagon Alley fifty-seven years ago."
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Sept 1, 2012 21:42:23 GMT -5
"Sure you would, Pyre, as the recipient of such worry and care then as their baby sister. Brothers are very protective of their sisters, even when they seem not to care. I can tell you that. Only the base personalities, names and addresses change. Nothing else..." James shared his thoughts with Angelina and then joked slightly about all older brothers being the same everywhere.
"I'd like to meet your brother Jared someday. Is he here in Britain as well? We seem to have something in common and that is the base of any friendship. I also get antsy when I have nothing to do. Inactivity is like death to me. I'll just go find something to do." James said honestly and then laughed. He had never had a close relationship with Angelina's brother because Jared had stayed in Italy, so they rarely ever saw each other. James remembered though that Jared was a mute and that he communicated through sign language, but he didn't know a lot more about him.
"Yes. One of my favorite aunts is an Italian and she has taught me a couple of things when I was younger. Un bambino (a child)." James said with a bright smile, proud of himself. If only she knew she was that aunt. He chuckled as he imagined what would be her reaction if he told her. She'd probably say he is a nutter who had come up with the most insane story she had ever heard and he wouldn't even be able to blame her. He'd think the same thing in her place.
"I guess you're right, Pyre. It's always easier to speak in a language you know from birth. It's the same for everyone, I guess. I wish I had been more applied and managed to learn more Italian with my aunt so I could hold a decent conversation with you now using your native language. See... You speak better English than I do Italian. Point for Pyre della'Rosa!" He shared his thoughts honestly and then tried to cheer her up a little about her English skills with a small joke. Moment in which his hands got out of his pockets and waved in the air as he spoke. He seemed like a true Italian, except for the fact he was speaking English instead.
"Geez! That was like a whole life-time ago..." James said in a dismissive tone of voice. "Maybe things are going to change now, Pyre. Sometimes wars bring people together instead of apart. Growing up I've seen friends become enemies and enemies become friends. Everything is possible in times like these. I guess how you'll be seen will depend on how you hold yourselves through this situation." James said honestly and more seriously than before.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Sept 3, 2012 20:08:40 GMT -5
"You don't have to tell me; I was scared that Jared would kill George...or Mama. She's a scary woman, my mother," Pyre noted, shuddering a little. "She's really quiet, so she kind of...sneaks up on the rest of us. I never get away with anything...ever."
Not that Pyre was a problem child; she really tried to not misbehave. The problem was that she was still a teenager, so she sometimes did some pretty stupid things. Assuming that her grandfather didn't get annoyed over it, her mother did. Marisol was infamous for her lack of tolerance towards stupidity; she might have been for infamous for that than she was for the actions that led to her becoming known world-wide as the Demon of Rome.
"My brother lost his voice in an incident when we were kids, and he's not very social as a result," she admitted with a laugh. "You might not want to meet him...I love Jared, but he's a bit of a bear. My aunt Celesta and uncle Nando are much safer bets."
Celesta was Pyre's grandmother's younger sister; she and her husband Ferdinand had five children, and they were all adults. As a child, Pyre had spent a lot of time hanging around Celesta's gelatto shop or Nando's old wand store, where she'd gotten her own wand when she was six. She hoped that she would be able to take her own children and her nieces and nephews (Fred was already talking about his and Lisa's child calling her "Auntie Lina;" it made her uncomfortable sometimes...) to the Third Yard one day; she had such fond memories of the place.
"Yay! At least that means my English isn't totally horrible," she laughed. "My brother still only knows basic English."
She smiled a little at how Jay talked with his hands. Italian aunt, he'd said? It made sense...her people were known for their...exuberant (to put it nicely) tendencies. She was guilty of it herself; she couldn't help it! It was what she was used to! Everyone talked with their hands around her home.
"We will," she agreed. "That's why we're all walking on eggshells. The way that we Italians act during all of this will either improve our relations with the West, or they'll set them back another fifty-odd years."
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Post by James "Jay" Prewett on Sept 10, 2012 20:34:16 GMT -5
"So... You're hanging around with George seriously already?" James let it slip and noticing it was fast to fix his mistake. "I mean you just got here, but I guess... he played a prank on you or something that enraged your brother and mother?" He asked satisfied with his cover up.
"Those words you used to describe your mum..." He said and chuckled. "I could use the same ones to describe my brother Al. He's so quiet that sometimes it seems he just appears out of the woodwork beside you..." He said and then smiled broadly. All families had their sneakers appearantly. It did not mean that they were bad people, certainly Al wasn't. Well... everyone had their own idiosyncrasies, James sure had his own.
"That's unfortunate." James said about Jared having lost his voice in an accident. "I guess I understand... Feeling different from everyone is never a good thing..." James knew a little how it felt like even though only his siblings knew about what made him, actually them, different from most other kids and people they grew up with. "Maybe some day you could arrange a meeting? I wouldn't mind to improve my Italian." He offered as an excuse to meet Celesta and Ferdinand.
"Not at all, Pyre. Your English is very good and it'll improve much with usage, I bet." James knew for a fact that it would happen. It was weird to have all this future knowledge he could not share. He was also feeling more confident and thus continued to move his hands freely as he talked in the best Italian style. That would give Angelina a feel of home and since she still seemed to be a bit homesick, it would only be kind of him to give her a little hand.
"So here is hoping that everything will be fine in the end." James said cheerfully. There was so much that could be changing from the future he knew, yet he was hopeful that others might stay the same. He liked his aunt a lot and wouldn't want another one if he could pick. Talking to his father the other day, James came to know that the Italians had no part in the war the last time. Things were already changing, but for the better? Well... friends were always welcome in this Gryffindor's point of view, especially with a war going on and his young father being right in the middle of it all.
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Pyre Maria della'Rosa
Hufflepuff
aka Angelina della'Rosa Sixth Year Guardian of Lianna Marie Metamorphagus Quarter Veela
Up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
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Post by Pyre Maria della'Rosa on Sept 10, 2012 21:33:23 GMT -5
Pyre blushed lightly at the mention of her boyfriend. She and George hadn't been dating long, and they were trying to keep it quiet until things cooled off. Apparently, that hadn't worked very well; a lot of people seemed to be aware of the fact that Pyre was George's girlfriend. She suspected that they'd heard Fred mentioning it.
"O-oh...s-si! I have this friend, Lisette Weasley, that runs a cafe in Diagon Alley. She's their cousin, and George wanders through there a lot. I met him through Liz," she explained bashfully. "As for my family...they're just over-protective. I'm the youngest of my mother's children, and I'm a bit of a clutz. Jared doesn't really trust guys with me. Older brothers. What is there to be done?"
Weren't Fred and Lisa going to name their baby Lisette if it was a girl? What a funny coincidence! She'd bring it up to George later; he'd probably get a chuckle out of it. ((Yes, Pyre's friend Lisette is Fred and Lisa's daughter. She vanished after Fred and Lisa died and was assumed dead herself by the Resistance until recently.)) At least...she hoped that he would. She knew that George worried about her, more so than ever with her possibly returning to the war front in Italy soon.
"I have a cousin named Al!" she noted with a laugh. "It's short for Alistair! He's not exactly quiet, though...I guess every family has their quieter members. Mine has a lot of them. We're heavily involved in the war back home, so there's a lot that we all have issues talking about."
Stefan's eye. Jared's voice. Aura dying. These were all subjects that the family avoided. They were still too raw and painful. When everything was said and done, and the Civil War was over, they would probably deal with those things. Until then, there just wasn't time. It had been a long war; everyone was too tired to sit up at night and remember.
"I think he feels isolated," she admitted. "And I think it scares him sometimes, but my brother...he doesn't really think about things like that. He doesn't like to, really." She understood the feeling. She was keenly aware of how different from everyone she was, especially here. They had known peace all of these years while her people fought a war against each other. "I'll talk to them! They always like meeting new people."
She suspected that it was because they were lonely. Celesta and Ferdinand's children rarely visited them; they were so busy with affairs in Italy. Everyone was. They felt guilty for it, but there was nothing to be done. Pyre knew that her aunt and uncle understood this. It didn't help her guilt over never visiting them, though.
"Oh, I hope so!" she replied happily. "I like meeting new people, but it's so awkward when you don't speak the same language as them..."
She had encountered that issue in her early days in England. Back then, her broken English had made people stare at her like she was an alien. In a way, she probably was. She was a foreigner, and she hadn't been able to speak the language back then. It had exacerbated the issue, at the time.
"God willing, it will," she agreed. "Hopefully, the war here and the war in Italy will end."
She constantly prayed for peace in her homeland. She didn't want her children to grow up in the environment that she had. During a war was a horrible time to attempt to raise children...
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