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Jun 18, 2017 16:52:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 16:52:26 GMT -7
@lysander
There wasn't any sort of practice today but Dusti was out on the pitch. Not really to get in extra practice but to think. It was that time of year again. When the Professional teams with openings started contacting their potentials. Dusti hadn't ever really wanted (more like never considered) a career as a professional Quidditch player. Sure she was decent enough. But she'd never really considered herself to be amazing. No one would want her to continue professionally. At least... that's what she'd thought.
The letter in her hand said otherwise. There was a team. Who's current Keeper would be retiring at the end of the season. They wanted fresh blood, someone new. And they wanted to meet with Dusti. To offer her the position after graduation. It was a surreal feeling. To be offered something that she'd never really considered possible. Now the question was... did she want it?
Dusti was here to decide that. Lazily circling the Hogwarts pitch on her broom as she thought. Would she want to play professionally? Or would she stick with her original plan of trying to be a Healer? She let out a breath and glided down to the ground. Only once her feet touched the ground did she realize she wasn't alone and her naturally harsh gaze focused on the newcomer. Lysander Scamander.
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Jun 18, 2017 17:03:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 17:03:57 GMT -7
There were very few reasons for Lysander Scamander to be on the Quidditch pitch. Some would argue that there was actually not a single reason for him to be there, since he wasn’t a player, nor was he a fan of the sport in any capacity. He knew how it was played, but there was no child who grew up in Wizarding Britain who didn’t know how Quidditch was played, if you asked him. As for Sander, he wasn’t on the pitch for a reason, per se… Just that he wanted to be there. It had been over two months since his sight had been restored, but Sander was still marveling over the fact that he was able to see again, and he had decided to take this second chance at sort to drink in as many new places as possible. The Ravenclaw had visited the pitch before to watch a few games, but he had never studied it. Since he had extra time, and he wanted to get the chance to really study the pitch before his opportunity to see it was gone, Lysander had headed down to the pitch after breakfast. He hadn’t expected there to be anyone there – he had checked and there were no practices scheduled – but lo and behold, there was someone circling around the pitch. Sander zoomed his eye in, carefully tracking the person’s movements as he did so, until he could finally see her face. It was Dusti Flint. Lysander was content just to stand there while Dusti did whatever she did, since he had really come to see the pitch and the stadium, but apparently Dusti had other ideas, because she was landing her broom. “Good morning.” Sander said politely, all but ignoring the almost-glare that Dusti was giving in since he was fiddling with getting his eye back to its proper zoom level.
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Jun 18, 2017 17:22:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 17:22:38 GMT -7
@lysander
Dusti had never really spoken much to Lysander. In any setting. But that wasn't surprising since Dusti rarely spoke to anyone outside her circle of friends (and sister). Ever since first year she'd kept to her right knit of friends. So despite having been yearmates for seven years those two little words he spoke were probably the first they'd exchanged outside a class.
Dusti's gaze was quite scrutinizing as she eyes Lysander up and down, as if trying to discover his motivation for speaking with her. "Morning." she finally answered him, still looking incredibly wary as she swapped her broom from both hands do just one. "What are you doing out here?" she asked immediately. He didn't play on any teams. So why was he out on the pitch?
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Jun 18, 2017 17:32:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 17:32:12 GMT -7
Watching someone watch him was something that Sander had never considered doing before that point, but when Dusti looked him up and down, Sander didn’t bother moving his eye someplace else. He had been told that the electric blue eye was unnerving, but if the Slytherin was scrutinizing him, the Ravenclaw saw no reason to hide his own curiosity. Dusti asked him a question, and Sander smiled. Despite the fact that he obviously didn’t belong on the pitch, he didn’t do anything other than smile when she asked her question. “I’m just taking it all in. Looking.” He said, voice smooth and airy, much like his mother’s was. “Since our graduation is almost upon us, I’m trying to see as much of Hogwarts as I can before I never see it again.” Sander didn’t have any younger siblings, nor did he intend to return to the school to visit anyone else, or to teach. When he left in May, it would be permanent. The Ravenclaw had always had grand dreams of seeing the world, but after everything that had happened, he was beginning to realize that the world didn’t always have to be the entire globe; Hogwarts was a world in and of itself, and exploring every corner of it was good practice for when Sander did continue on to the larger world beyond. Sander paused. “What are you doing?” The obvious answer was flying, but Dusti hadn't seemed to be flying with much of a purpose, so Sander was curious to see if there was another reason she was outside.
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Jun 18, 2017 19:53:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 19:53:46 GMT -7
@lysander
Dusti had heard about the accident that had cost Lysander his sight temporarily. But magic was capable of some extraordinary things. So his comment of never seeing Hogwarts again almost seemed to have a two way meaning. Their upcoming graduation, and his actual vision. Unflinchingly she met his gaze, the shocking blue having no affect on the blonde. "The Quidditch Pitch isn't the most eventful place at Hogwarts." She answered callously. She couldn't help but wonder what other motives he might have. It seemed rather odd that he wanted to simply explore the Quidditch Pitch now, after seven years of disinterest.
She almost answered his question with extreme sarcasm, but somehow she managed to bite her tongue. Instead she glanced down at the broomstick in her hands, then back up at Lysander with that same unflinching stare. "Thinking." She finally answered honestly. It was always easier to think in the air. The world seemed less complicated when she was airborne. Like none of the troubles in life could follow her.
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Jun 19, 2017 12:40:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 12:40:47 GMT -7
Dusti… was looking him the eyes. Well, eye. That was new. Some people seemed to be so creeped out by the artificial eye that they never quite looked at him, opting to look at his forehead or in his general direction instead. Lysander rather liked it, though – it made him feel slightly more human. And facing him straight on was better than staring at his eye or whispering behind his back. The Slytherin girl said that the Quidditch pitch wasn’t the most eventful place in the school, and Sander nodded. “Something doesn’t need to be eventful to be worthy of being remembered.” It was true that most people remembered the crazy things that happened, but it wasn’t like people couldn’t remember times of peace or quiet.
Sander wasn’t sure if he ought to expect an answer to his question or not, since thus far Dusti had been… not confrontational, but not particularly forthcoming, either. She said that she had been thinking, and Sander nodded pensively. “Penny for them?” He asked innocently, curious to see if she would tell him anything about what she had been pondering while on her broom.
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Jun 19, 2017 19:06:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 19:06:52 GMT -7
@lysander
Lysander's explanation, that just becau it wasn't eventful didn't mean it wasn't worth remembering, made sense. Dusti would remember the Quidditch Pitch for sure. But that was in part due to how much time she had spent here during her years at school. Lysander though? She wasn't even sure if he'd spent any time out here before. But it wasn't like she'd been watching either. "I suppose not." She muttered sullenly in agreement, almost as if she didn't like admitting that someone else might be right.
Dusti's eyes narrowed, her gaze growing increasingly wary as he spoke again, asking for her to share her thoughts. Dusti was an extremely secretive and suspicious person. She trusted no one immediately .Even people she'd known for years were rarely trusted. "Why?" Was her sharp retort, that intense distrust clear, instantly assuming he had some sort of ulterior motive behind his question. She honestly didn't believe anyone could be honestly curious.
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Jun 19, 2017 19:14:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 19:14:30 GMT -7
Lysander didn’t say anything when Dusti agreed with his statement that memories weren’t always dependent on something being eventful. She didn’t seem too pleased with her own agreement, and Sander wondered if she was one of those people who hated to be proved wrong. That might have been one of the reasons they had never spoken before. Sander tried to tell the truth as often as possible, and sometimes that meant proving others wrong, even when they rather would remain ignorant – which was a totally different discussion.
Sander didn’t do anything when Dusti asked him why. He didn’t know whether she was asking why he wanted to know them or why she should share them, and for a moment, he just stood there, processing the question and trying to come up with an answer. “Why not?” He finally decided. “Sometimes a fresh pair of eyes – or one magical eye, as the case may be – can help make sense of a situation.” Sander didn’t know much about Dusti’s life at all, so if she was trying to make a decision, he was certain to be objective about it, which was something not many could promise.
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Jul 12, 2017 8:42:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 8:42:30 GMT -7
@lysander
Dusti didn't like that answer. Why not. Not because it wasn't a valid answer but because it was used to express curiosity more then anything else. Immediately she was frowning, not really that keen on sharing anything for curiosity's sake. But he didn't stop there, instead going on to mention a fresh perspective could help. Also a valid answer and slightly better then the first. Still, Dusti remained frowning for several moments. It was mostly habit to frown more then anything else so it wasn't necessarily anything personal. She just frowned at everyone. After a handful of seconds though her gaze dropped down to the broom in her hand and then back up to his own gaze. "The future, and what the best path would be." it was still a pretty vague answer but it was better then nothing. It was also true. She'd wanted to be a healer for so long. Planned on it for so long. But now another opportunity has presented itself... so which was best?
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Jul 12, 2017 9:13:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 9:13:39 GMT -7
Dusti kept frowning at him, and if Sander was a bolder person, he probably would have made a joke about her getting frown lines if she continued to look at him in such a way. In any case, Sander wasn’t bold (definitely not bold enough to tease someone he barely knew), but he was curious. Curious enough that when Dusti mentioned the future, he couldn’t just let go of that hook. From his previous attempts at getting information from the Slytherin, though, the Ravenclaw knew that just asking a question would not lead to a very direct answer. Instead, he decided to ignore that he was seeking information at all, instead choosing to quote some poetry he found quite apt in this situation. “The future: time’s excuse to frighten us; too vast a project, too large a morsel for the heart's mouth.” Lysander found that the sentiment was meant to frighten resonated deeply with most of the seventh years, who were peering into the unknown and sometimes not liking what was staring back at them. “Quidditch?” He guessed. Sander didn’t see how someone could play Quidditch, and be the captain of a team, and not consider that as a possible career. Or, maybe she had already decided she wanted to play, but wasn’t sure what team for? The possibilities were infinite.
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Aug 11, 2017 9:03:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 9:03:31 GMT -7
Dusti's frown disappeared, but only because she was giving him a look of suspicious confusion. Her eyes narrowed, trying to come up with some sort of explanation for why he'd started to recite poetry, or if she knew where it was from (she didn't.). She only gave up when she reminded herself who this was. The Scamanders weren't exactly known for being the sanest of people (but that was partially to do with Lysander's mother). While she'd never met Lysander's mother she knew the war stories. That and her mother had been a loud drunk, so she'd overheard a lot about Pansy's school years. Finally though after those silent contemplating moment her lips parted to answer. "The future doesn't scare me." And it didn't, not like her past did. The future? If anything she almost looked forward to it. But that could have to do with her childhood. Of always hoping for a better life than the one she'd been raised in. Why would the future scare her compared to the past?
Dusti blinked in surprise as he correctly guessed Quidditch. Or that it was at least about the sport. Was it that obvious? Probably... considering she'd been out here flying. "Have you ever wanted to do something your whole life but then something you'd never considered comes up? And now you have to decide between that reasonable plan and a far fetched dream?" Quidditch hadn't been her plan. It's been her release, a distant dream that she'd never allowed herself to consider. Dusti wasn't an optimistic person, and professional Quidditch player wasn't just something you chose to do because you wanted to. You had to also have the raw natural talent. Something she'd never let herself belief she had... Until now. Until people started to tell her otherwise.
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Aug 19, 2017 13:54:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 13:54:53 GMT -7
Lysander was surprised by the declaration that for Dusti, the future didn’t seem scary. Even he was somewhat scared of what leaving Hogwarts meant, and Sander had known what he wanted to do practically since he was born. He knew that he’d be able to do it, too, since his parents were both in the field and had been waiting for him to graduate to take him on as an apprentice. Sometimes Sander wondered if he was making the wrong choice, and if there was something better for him out there that he’d never even imagined because of his obsession with creatures. They were his life in a way that probably wasn’t healthy, but… it seemed too late to look back now.
“My whole life has been a series of far-fetched dreams.” Sander said with a laugh. Anyone who had heard about his mother would understand why that was. She was always pushing her sons to do things they were a little bit not ready for, and asking them to do things that were, in some cases, literally impossible. But he could connect with what Dusti was saying on a level beyond just having a childhood that was a little bit atypical. “When I went blind, I didn’t want to get a replacement eye. And that changed everything about what I thought was possible for the future.” Sander had thought that getting a magical eye would somehow make him weak, or less of himself. He hadn’t wanted to see the world if it wasn’t through his own two eyes, and that had changed… everything. Magizoology was a career that revolved around observation, and without his eyes, he couldn’t do it. “I guess what I’ve learned is that there will always be a way to make the impossible possible again. All it takes is a little sacrifice.” For Sander, it had been sacrificing his pride. For Dusti, maybe it was a different kind of sacrifice, but Sander didn’t doubt that something was going to have to change for her to want to chase that so-called far-fetched dream.
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Aug 23, 2017 9:17:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 9:17:16 GMT -7
Perhaps posing that question to Lysander Scamander hasn't been the best idea because as he answered, saying far fetched dreams had been a part of his whole life, she frowned. Sometimes it was hard to remember that people's lives were very different from her own. Of course he'd been chasing after his dreams, his parents probably supported it. Her own... well, they weren't a problem anymore. But it was hard to break old habits.
As he continued though, she realized that his optimism wasn't just from his upbringing. The potions accident. She remembered. Lysander had been completely blinded, something that would have affected his entire future. "Why didn't you want a replacement..?" she found herself asking before she could stop herself. It was a valid question. It wasn't like he wanted to be blind, right?
Dusti pursed her lips at the thought of the impossible being possible with sacrifice. If she wanted to do this, take the contract, she'd had to sacrifice her privacy. And there were many secrets she preferred to keep private. So which of those would come out if she chose to pursue Quidditch?
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Sept 14, 2017 19:23:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2017 19:23:07 GMT -7
Dusti asked why he didn’t want a replacement eye, and the Ravenclaw boy tried to crack a smile. He had tried to explain that before, but that had been when he had still been blind. Maybe now, with the eye and hindsight to benefit him, the explanation would be better. “I had this idea in my head that taking a magical eye would make me less myself.” He said, trying to find a good way to string the words together to make them make sense. “I’ve always… perceived the word differently. I hear colors.” Sander explained, even though it was a slight tangent. It would all tie together in the end. “And I always prided myself on how different I was from the normal person.” Pride, one of the hinds that Lysander had so often condemned in Lorcan, had been a big part of his reluctance. And Sander hated to admit it, but he loved to be special. He liked being the kid who had grown up travelling the world and the kid who could hear colors and the kid who could talk to horses (even if he hadn’t actually realized that bit for quite a long time). “I didn’t want to become a machine in any sense of the word.” In short: he had worried that getting an eye that had been magically manufactured would somehow make the rest of him more manufactured, too. And Sander wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he had become… normal.
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Sept 29, 2017 9:50:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2017 9:50:04 GMT -7
Lysander's explaination was.... strange. But for some reason it also made complete sense to her. He didn't want to lose what he felt make him special and himself. As crazy as it sounded she understood that. It was her dilemma with her surname. Being a Flint was part of her. And finding out she wasn't one had felt like part of her identity had been ripped away. But she wasn't a Macmillan either. "Did it? Make you something you weren't?" she asked quite seriously. She wasn't laughing as his words, wasn't acting like she thought he was crazy. Though that did still leave one other question. "Hear colors?" she repeated, trying to understand exactly how that might work but failing to comprehend the concept.
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