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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 15, 2010 18:53:16 GMT
Dealing with death was never pleasant. Though Roslyn was naturally an empath at heart, and could relate to the pain of others- actually experiencing the crippling feeling, of your heart being ripped in two, was different all together. Life changing. The death of her Grandparents had come as a shock.
Roslyn had known her Grandmother was sick, but she'd had no clue about her Grandfather. Or that illness could sweep in so suddenly, viciously, and consume life. At the moment she was numb, desperately trying to hold on to fast slipping strength. Refusing to cry, in fear of her broken heart completely shattering.
Her house was empty as always, no surprise. It felt forbidden, the emptiness of it only reminding her of her now complete solitude. And so Roslyn had ran, after only taking a look at it. Only to end up, where she always did. On a bench outside a random shop, in Hogsmeade. Heart wrenching painfully. To painful to continue running, and with the knowledge that pain was impossible to run from. It followed her everywhere.
Life was cruel, giving happiness only to take it away. Leaving behind huge holes, in the place that love should be. But in the end, all one had was their self.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 21, 2010 20:34:56 GMT
*Strolling about, squinting from the sunlight's reflection off the snow covered-ground in Hogsmeade is exactly what Neville's doing, instead of being up at Hogwarts and talking to a certain bat-like Headmaster about a possible job opening. Gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of his lighter-than-they-should-be robes, he watches each step he takes with a goofy, ridiculous concentration.*
Just watch, as soon as I stop worrying about it, I'll slip and fall right on my bum again. That's my luck I guess.
*Nods to himself, honestly more worried about a thousand other things besides tripping over his own feet in public like he's always done since before he was a First Year. A few of the main issues mulling about in his mind are the D.A., that dodgy bloke with greasy hair who calls himself the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and whether or not he should bring young, innocent students into this war or let them be. He could either mix them into a battle of Death Eaters and Good Guys, or leave them with their exams and assignments about Transfiguring a button into a threading needle.*
*After quite a few moments of contemplative silence, Neville distractedly glances up to make sure he isn't about to run straight into anything or anyone. A second later, he does a double-take, and spots a familiar figure sitting alone on one of the benches. Looking both ways down the lane, he carefully makes his way over to the witch, not noticing until he's about ten steps away that she doesn't seem happy at all. Softly he calls out, not wanting to startle her.*
Alright, Rose? It's a bit cold outside, isn't it?
*Snaps his mouth shut. Obviously it's cold outside, there's snow on the ground! Why in sweet Merlin's name did he start talking about the weather?*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 21, 2010 20:42:45 GMT
Under normal circumstances, Neville's soft voice would've caught her attention, no matter how deep in thought. However Roslyn's grief was too strong, for her to notice another presence nor hear the familiar voice of the gentle Gryffindor.
So caught up in her own issues, Roslyn only continued to stare ahead. Blank as always. The numbness refusing to loosen it's icy grip on her heart. She preferred it this way, it was better to be numb, than deal with the inevitable pain.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 21, 2010 21:28:07 GMT
*Furrowed his brow at Roslyn's lack of response, side-stepping into her line of vision.*
Rose? Hullo?
*Waves his gloved hands, completely oblivious to the witch's inner conflicts.*
Oi, Roslyn! You're not mad at me or summat, are you?
*His mind rushes as he tries to think of anything he's done recently that might've angered or annoyed the witch, not coming up with a single thing.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 21, 2010 21:39:03 GMT
Finally registering in her mind, that Neville was actually in front of her, Roslyn looked up towards the panicked young Wizard. *Unaware of exactly why he was panicking, she forced a weak smile* "Neville..of course I'm not upset with you." Even her voice was frail, coming out in barely a whisper.
*Her gaze strayed from his, and the smile she'd forced quickly slipped away* Roslyn was always happy to see Neville. But in her time of grief, her mind was racing with thoughts of other things. She hoped Neville wasn't looking for a conversation or anything, because there wasn't much she could give.
Roslyn's strength was quickly draining with each second, and the fragile walls she'd built were steadily tumbling down. It was only a matter of time before the weeping would begin, and she desperately wanted to run. In fear of Neville seeing her completely break, though Roslyn knew Neville wasn't the type of person to laugh in her misery. And at that moment, she needed his company more than ever.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 21, 2010 22:28:25 GMT
*Grins sheepishly, glad that he hasn't done anything to annoy her. He slips his hands back into his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.*
Well, that's good then I guess.
*Pauses, taking in the witch's expression. He could tell there was something off about her, but until she tells him herself he's still totally oblivious. Perhaps he found her at a bad time? She didn't seem up to conversing, that much he could gather.*
I'll...be around, y'know, if you need me.
*Glances around the lane, not too sure what he's supposed to do. He slowly takes one step back, turning in the direction he was headed before- not that it was to anywhere in particular- ready to leave, and give Roslyn her personal space.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 21, 2010 22:42:53 GMT
Though conversing wasn't in the cards right now, Neville's departure sent a surge of panic throughout Roslyn. "No..." The word came from her mouth quicker than she'd meant. Roslyn looked at Neville, her eyes pleading with him. "You don't have to leave, Neville...I just..." Her bottom lip began to tremble, as she tried to hold back her tears. "Something tragic has happened...A-and I d-don't want to be alone."
It wasn't Roslyn's intentions to cause any sort of drama, nor add suspence as her sentence trailed off. But the subject of ehr grandparents was new, and the wound was still open. Talking about it was nearly impossible. *Her vision quickly became blurred by tears, which escaped as she closed her eyes tightly.*
Perhaps Neville was unaware of what he'd gotten himself into, but Roslyn couldn't help it. The numbness was slowly leaving, pain becomeing dominant. Her guilt would catch up to her later, for unwittingly pulling the sweet wizard into the chaos which consumed her.
*Placing her head, into shaking hands, Roslyn's breath hitched as she began sobbing* "I'm sorry...you don't have to stay and see this.." She didn't want to place her troubles on Neville, but at the same time she needed him.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 22, 2010 22:01:49 GMT
*Glances around helplessly, possibly the least experienced wizard when it comes to dealing with crying witches. He backtracks- slowly, so he doesn't fall- and sits down next to Roslyn.*
Alright, alright! I won't leave, don't cry!
*Wraps his arms around the witch gently, with an adorably confused expression.*
Nonono, please don't cry...you can, er, tell me what happened? But you don't have to, y'know, if you, well, don't...feel...like it?
*Has no bloody clue what he should or shouldn't say around Roslyn at the moment, only knowing that he hates to see her crying while he sits there, unable to do anything about it.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 22, 2010 23:42:12 GMT
*Roslyn leaned into Neville's embrace, taking comfort in his warmth* For awhile she couldn't speak, only sitting there weeping. "They're gone, N-neville...I have no one left..." Trying to control her tears, they only continued as Roslyn rested her head against Neville's chest*
She wanted to let him know the reason for her tears, so that he wouldn't think she was simply an over emotional witch. But even then, Roslyn knew she wasn't making much sense. It took a large amount of strength just to speak.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 24, 2010 1:38:38 GMT
*Tightens his grip on the witch, automatically pulling her closer as she leans against him. Tears are things he doesn't know how to handle, but the pain of losing someone- by her words, two people- important in life, even if they haven't died. His thoughts rush back to his parents at St. Mungo's, which turn to the Death Eater responsible, Bellatrix Lestrange. Finally, his mind moves onto thoughts of the D.A., and why he should train this generation of students to fight against such evils in the world at an earlier age than after graduation.*
*Mumbles, distractedly.*
Shh, it'll be alright, Rose...trust me.
*Gulps his own pain, knowing he has to hold his own issues back because she already has enough to deal with.*
You have me, Rose...you have me. I'm still here...
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 24, 2010 1:56:04 GMT
As always, new pain only brought up old pain. Memories of the night at the New Years party, flooded back to Roslyn. The look on Neville's face, as he saw her with Theodore. In her fragile state, the thoughts only made her cry harder. Neville had always been so kind, and gentle with her. She didn't feel she deserved his sympathy.
"You shouldn't be...all I've ever done, is hurt you..." *Even as she said this, Roslyn buried herself deeper into Neville's embrace, not caring about anyone who might see the two.* Her world was broken, gravity long gone along with her Grandparents. Neville was the only one keeping her centered. She knew she couldn't become frozen inside, as long as he was near.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Mar 9, 2010 22:50:27 GMT
*Frowns slightly, but pulls his expression into a lightly humourous one before she's able to see.*
No, don't worry Rose. Y'know I hurt myself more times in one day than you ever could.
*Shrugs, looking out into the alley without really seeing anything.*
It's just my luck, and nothing's ever gonna be able to change it.
*Looks back down to the witch in his arms, lungs tightening at the sight of her in pain. He's more than used to being stared at by others with how unbalanced he's always been, but that doesn't mean he enjoys dragging his friends into the spotlight as well.*
C'mon mate, let's take you home, out of the cold.
*Smiles crookedly.*
Wouldn't want either of us catchin' anything, because if I get sick, you're gonna be the one taking care of me.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 10, 2010 3:04:24 GMT
*Roslyn smiled halfheartedly, and pulled away from Neville to stand.* Already she missed his warmth, and she didn’t have the strongest desire to go home. But it wasn’t in Roslyn’s nature to complain, and she didn’t want to burden Neville by becoming clingy or anything.
“Right…Of course I would.” It wasn’t hard to tell, Neville was trying to lighten her mood, and Roslyn appreciated his efforts. *Reaching out to grasp Nevilles hand lightly, Roslyn apparated them away with a sharp pop.*
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