The Past

[dreamingophelia]

Aislin bit her lip softlty as she walked through the doors of the library. It was cold in here, there were some sections which were dusty, others which were unclean, the archives which were untidy. Despite the disorder, it was slightly comforting. People didn't talk in the library, it was an unspoken rule. Aislin rather liked that fact. She

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[caer_forelin]

Screwing up his face to stop the tears that threatened to flow from his eyes, twelve year old Caer Forelin pushed into the library. A glare diverted any strange looks for the moment, and another later, his face was composed and cool as it had ever been. His parents had taught him proper behavior, especially under adverse circumstances, and no matter what those older, mudblooded louts did, he would never snap that composure

[dreamingophelia]

It hadn't minded Aislin that she had stood in a dusty place, and that was perhaps indicative of just how much she'd changed in the past two weeks. She had come to realise something, and that was that there were far more filthy things than dirt, and far worse actions than getting dirty. She felt dirty here, at this school. It was disgusting, the people that she was forced to talk to, partnered with, the people that had the nerve to brush shoulders with her in the halls, or even sit next to her at meals. She was as perfectly maintained as ever, her hair clipped back, nails neat and tidy, unwrinkled robes of good quality, but somehow she never felt clean.

She had begun to wonder if she ever would- especially after seeing childhood friends and acquaintances slip into this new life so easily. Most of them had taken to talking to Mudbloods just for fun, for enjoyment, because they liked to speak to them. Aislin couldn't see how they could abandon how they were at home, just because they weren't in sight of their parents

[caer_forelin]

Of course, as he began his second year, Aislin would be in her first year. Though it seemed odd, they were not so different in age. It simply surprised him to see her here, in his place of refuge. This portion of the library, his corner, it did not have easy access from the door. Some finding, it took, and he doubted she had come here by accident.

So, in true Forelin style, and attempting to seem much older than he truly was, he smiled at her. It was a cracked smile, though - while his eyes no longer threatened to spills the tears of torment down his face, he was still considerably uneasy about the events of the day thus far.

"Well, of course you are," he said, sitting down, "May I sit? I was actually wondering what you're doing here in this part of the library."

He smiled softly at the thought of the books around him - yes, libraries did make him comfortable. "They do smell good, don't they?"

[dreamingophelia]

"Of course you may," Aislin replied politely, as was customary. It would be curlish not to allow him to sit here, after all, it wasn't as though this place was highly accessible. He had probably sought it out for the same reason that she had- to be alone.

"I like to have time to myself," she responds. I like to keep away from the savages who litter this school. I like to stay away from my two-faced, cowardly, childhood associates. I like to stay away from the common room because there are too many dirty things that I feel the need to hex back to their own, filthy, horrible, pelgrims' world. None of those sound just as good, put forward to a boy that she hasn't seen in over a year.

"Admirably so," she agrees, startled that he'd have her very same thoughts. Aislin had always found that when she was musing over something, any other child her age was thinking about food.

"Besides," she said, continuing on from her earlier response, "it isn't as if I've much else to do.'

[aan866562]

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[alta1232411]

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[ageeva5553]

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