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Post by Adela Meliflua on Oct 28, 2006 16:03:38 GMT
Adela had already done all her shopping for the new school year but she had needed to get out of the house and away from her mother. That is why she was now sat, alone, drinking a butter beer at a table in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron. She presumed that the street outside would be packed full of students attempting to buy their own school supplies, so she knew it wouldn’t be long before someone spotted her having a drink and came to join her.
Adela wrapped one slender hand around her half-full glass and brought it to her lips. She took a sip before placing the drink back down on the table.
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Oct 28, 2006 17:10:04 GMT
Haydn was stood still in the middle of Diagon Alley. He was attempting to look at the list of things he needed whilst also trying to hold several large carrier bags. Frustrated, he groaned loudly. He wished his father was with him, not for company, but simply so someone could levitate his bags for him. However, his father was away doing his usual not-so-law-abiding antics. Looking around for somewhere to seek solace from the crowds and the frustration Haydn spotted Adela through a grimy window of the Leaky Cauldron, it appeared that she was alone and this in itself surprised the Slytherin.
He barged his way into the pub and over to the corner where Adela was. He knew he should be polite and ask her if he may join her but holding the bags was tiring him out and so he plonked them down on the floor beside Adela’s table. Haydn walked over to the bar and ordered a butter beer. On his return, with a butter beer in his right hand, he finally greeted her.
“Good afternoon Adela, you are alone I notice.” He couldn’t help himself and just had to point this out. “But anyway, how are you? I trust you had a nice summer?”
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Oct 29, 2006 10:26:02 GMT
She was lost in thought and staring at her glass when Haydn entered the Leaky Cauldron. It was only when Adela heard the thumping sound of something hitting the floor near her that she looked up with her blue eyes. Quick to take in details, Adela saw the somewhat frustrated look on Haydn’s face before he turned away. She noticed that the noise had been made by him dropping his bags to the floor and realised that Haydn had probably been doing some last minute shopping before the new school year began.
When Haydn came back from the bar Adela gestured towards a seat opposite her, indicating that he should take a seat, and smiled genuinely at him.
‘It’s good to see you too Haydn and, as you have just proved by coming over to me, I am never alone for long because people can’t help but adore me.’ Adela smirked, satisfied with her come back. ‘I’m okay, thank you, but I’m looking forward to returning to Hogwarts. My summer has been…uneventful. Peru is such a boring country. But what about you? Have I missed anything interesting whilst I’ve been away, I heard there were some dinner parties, they must have been boring without me?’
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Oct 29, 2006 13:58:22 GMT
Haydn returned the smile Adela had given him, glad that it seemed genuine, as she didn’t seem to genuinely smile at many people, and took the seat opposite her. Haydn hadn’t been to Peru before but he doubted very much that it was boring. It wasn’t that he thought Adela was a liar, it was just that his idea of boring and her idea or boring were two completely different things.
“Oh, of course darling Miss Meliflua, I have forgotten how much everyone adores you! Silly me!” Haydn returned the smirk and he added a wink. “I’m afraid to say that, whilst I am well, my summer had also been uneventful. Yes, you’re correct, there have been several dinner parties. But they were incredibly dull, as most of the Wizards and a few Witches are otherwise detained at the moment. And so, there was just the drawl of several elderly Witches, a few middle aged ones and lots of screaming toddlers to listen to. Well, that or Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. And, whilst Draco is very much an intellectual, he was constantly being dragged away by Pansy. This left me with Crabbe and Goyle, who couldn’t actually talk because their mouths were always full. Oh, Kane and Jack were there, but Jack was more interested in trying to get Kane to partake in some activities with him, whilst Kane desperately tried to fend his friend off without leaving him feeling hurt and embarassed.” Haydn paused for a moment to chuckle to himself. “Well, I suppose at least watching that was entertaining. But, you’re right again, all of the dinner parties lacked that extra bit of sparkle that you, and your Mother of course, bring.” Haydn smirked again, then took a long gulp from his glass.
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Oct 30, 2006 7:14:44 GMT
Adela shuffled in her seat and laughed in a girly way when Haydn said what he did to begin with. She listened intently to the rest of what the Slytherin boy had to say, interested in any scraps of gossip he had to offer and consequently thinking of ways in which she could use the knowledge she gained to her advantage.
‘My Mother will be happy to hear that Haydn, although I sincerely hope that you mean that because of her personality. Need I remind you that not only is my darling Mother over twice your age, she is married to my Father.' Adela’s somewhat happy demeanour had vanished but she forced herself to smile again as she continued to speak. ‘Jack ought to be careful, I don’t think his parents would be too pleased to catch him partaking in any of those sorts of activities with another guy.’
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Nov 5, 2006 15:12:28 GMT
Haydn watched closely as Adela’s face fell and he felt uneasy when she attempted to cover it with a fake smile. Why did she always feel the need to act, no matter who she was with?
“Not much of a marriage though, is it?” Haydn thought aloud. Recognising that this was most likely a huge mistake as soon as he had said it Haydn stood quickly and hurried over to the bar. He ordered a butter beer again whilst he thought of a way in which to cover what he had just said, and avoided looking at where Adela was sat.
Once the butter beer had arrived, Haydn walked back to the table, hoping Adela wouldn’t be too mad. He started speaking before she had the chance to start lecturing him.
“Look, I’m sorry. But it’s true!” Haydn sat down. “I mean, your Father’s in Azkaban Adela! Your Mother must get incredibly lonely, I heard that she drinks a lot to try and forget about the fact that she is alone and lonely.” Haydn took a deep breath, preparing himself for the rant that was inevitably going to come next. He cautiously placed the butter beer that he’d bought down in front of Adela.
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Nov 5, 2006 15:26:11 GMT
Having had no time to react before Haydn had disappeared, Adela sat seething whilst he was gone. When he came back, Adela was about to start speaking when he beat her to it. And so, she listened begrudgingly.
‘What’s this?’ Adela pointed to the butter beer that Haydn had placed in front of her. ‘Peace offering?’ She spat the words. ‘My Mother loves my Father very much and no one should ever even suggest other wise! Rumours are spreading, are they? Well, I can damn well assure you that they are…not…true. Just because my Father is in Azkaban doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about my Mother and I!’ Adela stopped speaking whilst she caught her breath. Every bone in her body was tingling, telling her to throw the drink over Haydn. But she resisted this urge; she had words that would hurt him more. ‘You forget, Haydn Nascari, that if it wasn’t for my Father’s unwillingness to give names not only would he be free now, but your own Father would be in Azkaban.’ Adela smirked; she had begun to calm down now. She drained her glass before moving the drink Haydn had bought her nearer to her.
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Nov 5, 2006 15:42:00 GMT
Make no mistake about it; Haydn does have a temper. But his anger is usually brought on by his jealousies and so he was able to remain relatively calm as Adela half spoke and half shouted at him. It was rare that Adela showed such obvious emotion and, even if the little emotion she did sometimes show normally was anger, getting a rise out of her did make Haydn feel surprisingly content.
“Though the position your Father found himself was unfortunate, I do hope that you aren’t threatening me. As I know, that such a threat is empty and impossible to forfill, and I had hoped that the two of us had got passed the below-the-belt comments. Adela,” Haydn looked inquisitively at the Slytherin girl, “I do not doubt that your Father loves you and your Mother, and that you both love him dearly. All I am saying is that...” He paused to think of a suitable way in which to convey his point. “...Is that it must be hard for your Mother and you. Farr is not gone, so you cannot mourn for him. But he isn’t with you either, so you can’t enjoy his company and spend happy times with him.”
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Nov 5, 2006 16:27:45 GMT
Adela listened whilst Haydn talked but she had become suddenly very attracted to her fingernails, and picked at them agitatedly. When her fellow Slytherin said what he did last Adela laughed a little too loudly, which made it obvious that she was faking. Adela was pretending to be happy because what Haydn had had to say had really struck a chord with her, that was exactly what it was like. But there was no chance that Adela was going to let Haydn know this.
‘Oh, pur-lease!’ She began dramatically. ‘Where did all that soppy stuff come from Haydn?’ Adela was trying to figure this out whilst she spoke. ‘I never cry, crying is for Mud-bloods, blood traitors, and pansies!’ She stopped speaking for a brief moment as it hit her why Haydn had understood so well what it was like for her. ‘Your Mother,’ Yet another side of Adela was beginning to show now, ‘She isn’t with you, is she? But she’s still alive. So we’re in the same boat then, you and me?’
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Nov 5, 2006 16:51:32 GMT
Upon hearing Adela laugh Haydn knew instantly, that he had been correct in what he’d said. He watched her face intently as she spoke, scrutinising it for any trace of genuine emotion.
“What is it with you and always getting things right today?” Haydn joked but he bowed his head and looked at his own glass. “My Mother left when I was very small. If I were a romanticist, I would probably say that I remember the smell of her perfume of the feel of her skin. But I’m not, and so I don’t remember a thing about her. Although technically yes, we are in the same boat, meaning that only one parent is at our home; our situations are quite different Adela. You see; I have never, nor will I ever mourn for my Mother, she is dead to me. Whereas your Father is very much alive.”
Now, Haydn lifted his head back up and looked at Adela again. “You could be forgiven for crying, you know, Adela.” He almost whispered.
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