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Aug 12, 2016 22:05:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 22:05:41 GMT -7
As he listened to what the Ravenclaw had to say, Edmund pursed his lips and nodded slowly. He wanted to say he understood and ask more questions, but the answers now were all the same: that it was complicated to explain, which was a shame. Edmund liked understanding the way things worked and he, unfortunately, was not going to get that when it came to synesthesia. "I'll bet it's interesting trying to figure that out," Edmund commented, almost certain that Lysander was the type of person who would be constantly trying to figure out how it worked. Being a ravenclaw, that's what Edmund expected. Maybe he was wrong though. He shrugged when Lysander said he was glad some people understood. "I'm sure there are quite a few. You know, not everyone is good at making friends," he commented, agreeing with Lysander. He waited, wanting to talk more, but he didn't know what to say.
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Aug 13, 2016 9:42:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 9:42:37 GMT -7
Interesting was one way to put it – sometimes frustrating was the more accurate term, especially when Lysander tried to explain something that was inherently inexplicable. People who had never been blind couldn’t understand blindness, and people who were not born synesthetes had an equally poor chance of understanding the mess of neurons that made Lysander unique – or a freak, dependent on who you asked. “I like it.” He said with a shrug. “Sometimes it’s difficult, though, because I want to come into a conversation with someone as unbiased as possible, but as soon as they speak, I already have an opinion of them based on the color of their voice.” Sander shrugged again. “That was actually how your sister and I became friends – I liked the color of her voice.” It was an interesting ‘how we met’ story if there ever was one. “It’s easier to see the people who are always making friends though.” Lysander replied. He could sense that the conversation was coming to an end, but didn’t know how to escape from it. “Do you want me to go make sure Susan isn’t inside?” He asked awkwardly. “If she is, then I’ll bring her out, and if not…” Then Edmund could leave without them having to go through the strange dance of goodbyes. It was a clean getaway.
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Aug 13, 2016 18:08:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 18:08:51 GMT -7
"I could understand that being hard, but also helpful at the same time. I mean, you can tell when people have bad intentions, right?" That sounded very useful, if it worked like that. He nodded, pleased when Lysander said Susan had a good color for her voice. "I'm not surprised you like her color. Susan is great," Edmund commented, though he'd never actually told Susan that before.
Then Lysander offered to go back in the common room to check and see if Susan was there and Edmund smiled, "Sure. I'll just wait right here," he said, leaning up against the wall casually. "Thank you Lysander."
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Aug 13, 2016 19:04:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 19:04:42 GMT -7
Synesthesia wasn't as precise of a science as Sander had made it out to be when he was speaking with Edmund, so he didn't bother to correct the younger boy when he said that it was good that he could tell when someone had bad intentions. He didn't want to seem like he was disinterested in the conversation, so Sander kept himself from shrugging again. He was more than a little relieved that Edmund agreed to his plan to go back into the common room, and smiled a little. "If I'm not back out in a minute or two, then you can just go." Lysander reiterated. He turned away from the other boy, answered a riddle curtly, and stepped inside to an empty common room waiting for him.
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