cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-02-25 16:47:00

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eliza
happy ✢ angry ✠ sad ϟ concerned ☁ scared crying ✌ jealous ☺ first crush ★ regret ღ innocent birth ♦ betrayed ☄ best friend ☮ content ʊ traumatized death ☯ drunk ✿ flustered ☾ bitchy ✓ parental first year ✦ hogwarts ∞ deathly hallows ♣ family ❂ pick-your-own
	happy It was hot, it was so very hot. Eliza couldn't remember the last time she'd been this hot, and it was becoming quite clear that she'd never felt like this before. She let a rather loud sigh as Dedalus' hand ran over the front of her bra, and she mentally willed him to simply take it completely off because if that felt incredible, just imagine--Eliza's eyes shot open as his hands slipped around her to fiddle with the clasps of her bra and she watched Dedalus' face twitch with some terror---though it was hard to break through his completely flushed and enthralled expression. "Didn't---you say--to?" he gasped, fingers dancing on her arched back. Eliza smiled simply and nodded, pushing up with her elbows to kiss him again and allow him more room to remove her clothing. They couldn't stop to discuss details, not when the kissing and the touching and the sweat and the heavy breathing was so intoxicating. Eliza had never allowed herself to get so enveloped in something, in someone, but she trusted Dedalus so much that it was beyond that terrified 'are we moving too fast' feeling and had skyrocketed into the 'I am hopelessly devoted' phase of their relationship. Oh, how she hoped he felt the same way. Eliza had a strong feeling that Dedalus did, because he didn't seem like the kind of boy who would just date to date---they were dating because he wanted to get closer to her, not just physically, but...but like last night, when she started talking about her mother, Dedalus didn't look at all bothered about missing out on their snogging session, he just---he cared for her, and it was the first time in her life that a boy had really cared, a boy that she cared back for and---and she was happy, she was really happy, for the first time since...since before her parents got divorced. Oh, that was so long ago, that was nearly ten years, ten years without being completely and fully happy with herself and here in--in less than a month, Dedalus Crius Diggle had flipped her world completely and amazingly upside down. "Eliza," he gasped into her shoulder. Dedalus was gripping at her hair, her arms were wrapped around him as if she would die if she let go---she'd never felt closer to a person, she'd never been this close, she'd never wanted something so badly and she knew he felt it too-- "Yes---please---" He groaned at her words and they fumbled under the sheets a bit more before the rest of their garments were gone. Eliza couldn't find it in her to start worrying about it being too soon, that maybe they weren't ready, that they were going to be late for class, but the soft yet frantic kisses Dedalus was lining up her jaw pushed all her worries aside. No--if, if anything, Eliza would not be upset with herself, the fact that Dedalus was her first, she'd never--really thought of sex as a very important thing, but now, oh--now she was glad, she was so very glad that he was going to be the one. "Dedalus--" "--are you sure--" Later, she'd be embarrassed by the needy whine she let out at that point, but her hands gripped at his waist and even though she'd been expecting it, Eliza let out a gasp at the feeling. Dedalus' face was buried into her shoulder and they both froze, to adjust, to---savor it, to something, she didn't know but it was good she was happy and she kissed the side of his face foolishly, delirious in her joy. "Okay--are you----oh--" "Just---" she couldn't breathe, and then he moved and Eliza nearly fainted at the feeling, yes--okay, yes, this was a very good decision on their part, even if they'd never actually discussed this and oh, how had this--it was fine. It was an accident, but it was fine. return to top
	sad God damn the Order of the Phoenix. Eliza stared blankly across the street at the rubble that was once her home. Their home. The aurors were moving quickly and swiftly, as they had to obliviate the neighbors and the muggle firefighters that had responded to the fire. It wouldn't have attracted so much attention if the sickeningly bright and green dark mark hadn't been floating above it hours before, making people come out and start not only at the brilliant flames that had consumed their home, but at the strange firework hovering overhead. "Don't be upset, Ma," Eric kept repeating, pacing back and forth in front of her. Eliza's eyes slid up to her son, a seemingly permanent frown plastered on her face. He'd fought one of the death eaters and had the burn marks on his arm to prove it. Eliza could curse herself until the end of time for not waking up and hearing the scuffle, jumping out of bed when a lamp had shattered, "Don't worry, they're going to find them." She continued to frown, wrapping the blanket the firefighters had given her tighter around her shoulders. Right now she couldn't wish for anything more than for the bloody Order of the Phoenix to disband and never have a 'rebirth' again. If it weren't for the Order, Dedalus would have been home, not protecting some family that didn't give a damn about the wizarding world, or its troubles, and...and if Dedalus had been home, their home wouldn't have been burnt to the ground, their son wouldn't have had to face off against death eaters, all of their memories would still be here. "Eliza!" Her head shot up at the shout and Eliza caught sight of Dedalus. Oh, God, he was okay, and Eliza completely crumpled in his grasp when he finally reached her. "Are you okay, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry---" "Our home," she moaned, burying herself into Dedalus' chest. Eliza felt Eric's hand on her shoulder, and she knew, she knew she should be grateful that her men were still alive, that they were all okay, but the overwhelming sadness of losing the life they've built could not be alleviated. God damn the Order of the Phoenix. return to top
	concerned Eliza frowned at the full moon above her, realizing that she'd never be able to appreciate it again. One hand leaned on the step behind her, and the other rested on her stomach. She felt very protective of her baby right now, even though she was miles away from where her brother was transforming into a werewolf for the first time. She hated what had happened to Elliot, it seemed so unfair, but in this war...she almost thought that her brother was lucky, that he hadn't lost more. It was a terrible thing to think, and even Eliza found herself surprised at her sudden optimism. She'd been strangely optimistic these past few months, and all she could say was that it was because of the baby boy growing inside of her. You had to be optimistic for your child, how could you bring them into a world that you didn't believe in? Staring up at the full moon, it made her think that while it brought so much pain to her brother and hundreds of others inflicted with the curse of lyncanthropy...there was a whole universe behind the giant orb in the sky. Once the nights of the full moon were over, there were planets that had no worries going around the sun, galaxies spinning...there billions upon billions of stars to make a wish on. The front door of the complex opened and she heard Dedalus' tutting from behind her, "There you are, you have to be freezing out here!" Eliza didn't turn to watch her boyfriend approach, but she smiled as he draped his robes over her shoulders, pulling it tightly over her front. Her arms were caught underneath, but she smiled at being snuggled into the warmth, appreciating his concern. They smelled like the hospital, but they felt like Dedalus. He eyed her with a peculiar smile, as if trying to read her mind. Not that he was, he had promised never to do that again, but that was what it seemed like. Eliza smiled serenely back and leaned forward to give him a slow, lingering kiss. Dedalus obliged quickly, his hand going to her shoulder. "My robes feel that good?" he said with a laugh, his hand going into her hair. Eliza nodded, her eyes shutting at his touch. They sat like this for a few minutes, his hand reaching across her back to pull her into his side. Eliza relished in the feeling, knowing she could stay like this all night, for all of tomorrow, and for the rest of her life. "Do you love me for it?" he teased, kissing her nose. "Yes," Eliza answered immediately, and Dedalus pressed his nose to hers. "How much? I'm a Ravenclaw, I like my facts and figures," he murmured, pulling her closer. Eliza felt her breath get short in the most lovely of ways. She tilted her chin up at him and smiled, feeling as if she couldn't control the lovely thoughts swimming in her head from flowing out of her mouth, "I'm going to love you until every last star in the universe burns out." Dedalus let out a quick breath and his cheeks reddened in the glow of the moon. He pushed forward to kiss her again, his hand moving to apply some warming pressure to her stomach. They kissed for what felt like forever, and they only broke apart, shortly, for a barely a second, to allow him to ask, "Would you like to get married?" Eliza nodded furiously as they pressed into another kiss, the full moon beaming down at them. return to top
	first crush Ingrid nudged Eliza sharply in the side, "Just do it!" she hissed. "I can't," Eliza shot back, maneuvering around her friend to start down the corridor. She heard Ingrid's feet speed up behind her, and with a swift grab of her elbow, Eliza was heading back down the corridor. No, no, she was trying to stay away from-- "Ralph!" Ingrid called out, making the redheaded boy in their year turn around. He was with a Ravenclaw that Eliza kind of knew, no--no that was Dedalus behind all of those books, and she smiled lightly at him; maybe she could start talking to Dedalus and Ingrid would completely forget about everything, "Eliza wants to ask you a question!" Darn it. Eliza's eyes shot up to Ralph, oh, why did he have to be so cute? And tall. He was a lot taller than her. Everyone was a lot taller than her, it seemed, but Ralph was that very nice kind of tall. He looked at her expectantly, nicely, because Ralph was always nice to her, and-- "I...well, erm," her eyes shot down to the ground, but Ralph was pulled from her sight by---oh great. "Ralph," Miranda Dodderidge exclaimed. Her eyelashes batted greatly and Eliza was sure that the girl's skirt was definitely not the correct length, "C'meeeeere!" Oh, no. Ralph got that dazed, silly boy look as Miranda took his hand and---ohhh, well. Well. Eliza bit her tongue as she watched Miranda pull Ralph away, and she turned to Ingrid with a raised eyebrow. Ingrid let out an annoyed 'tut' and looked ready to deliver an 'I told you so' when Dedalus' tower of books went tumbling to the floor. "Sorry!" he squeaked, and bumped his head into Eliza's as she bent to pick some up. Great, no date to Hogsmeade and a concussion. return to top
	hogwarts "Where the hell is my hair clip!" Eliza's head popped out from behind her bed to stare across the room at Miranda, who was standing in front of hers, hands flailing greatly. Her hair split down the middle of her head, half of it up in an elaborate twist and the other falling messily onto her shoulder. "Under your pillow because you said last night you were putting it there so you wouldn't forget," Eliza said quickly, turning back to her mirror. She'd been trying to get dressed for the past twenty minutes, but things going on in the dorm had kept interrupting. She was still wrapped up in her towel, hair straggly and wet on her shoulders. "My shoe! Where's my, no--Greta that's yours," Eliza heard Ingrid exclaim. "We're the same size!" "It's the left shoe!" "So?!" "I have my left shoe!" "Oh." "Here, here!" Eliza called, pulling out her wand after spotting the shoe under the foot of Ingrid's bed, she levitated it over to her roommate who put up her hands in a prayer like gesture. "Savior!" Ingrid shouted, dropping to the bed to put her shoe on. Eliza took a breath, turning to go back to the mirror but before she could even see her reflection, a shriek was heard from the bathroom. "What happened!" Miranda exclaimed, running into the bathroom to check on Gillian. The twins hurried over, heels clipping the floor loudly, and Eliza held tightly to her the front of her towel as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes to get a good look. They all let out a gasp in unison at the strip of bright orange hair on Gillian's head. "It was supposed to---it--ah, ahhhh, oh--oh God--" Eliza pushed through the girls and snatched Miranda's hair clip out of her hand ("Hey!!") and quickly went to work on Gillian's hair. With a few twists, the messed up strip would be hidden, and then she'd move onto Miranda's and make her hair hold up with just one, and then-- "Merlin, Alderton," Ingrid mused from the doorway, "planning to go in your towel?" "Oh, well--" "That's all right," Miranda called from the other side of the bathroom, "Diggle's going to end up tearing the dress off of her anyway--" The bobby pins scattered on the tiled floor as the roommates roared with laughter. return to top
	flustered That painting looked like a duck, Eliza decided. A duck shaking off the water on its feathers. Yes, a duck. It was an odd painting, looking mostly like someone had dropped a can of yellow paint on the canvas, but Eliza was sure it was a duck. Her feet kicked softly underneath the chair, letting out a soft breath as she waited for her father to finish talking to the woman behind the counter. She didn't know what this place was, but her papa had said it was important, and to be quiet. Elliot sat beside her, slumped low into his chair, staring intently at the pile of magazines on the coffee table in front of them. He'd looked like that all this past semester, since the summer, which Eliza could understand. She hadn't been very nice this semester either, but mostly she kept it to herself, whereas her brother had gotten into trouble at school. He couldn't help that he missed mama. "All right, you two, c'mon," Papa said, coming over and taking Eliza's hand. He had to shove Elliot in the shoulder to get him to come, but her brother finally followed, and he sent them into a room, shutting the door and leaving her and Elliot in the room alone---well, not completely. There was a man behind a desk and he had a white coat on, with white hair and glasses. Eliza thought this was odd, but didn't protest when the man gestured to the seats in front of the desk. "Hello, how are you feeling?" Eliza blinked slowly and shrugged, looking to Elliot for a first response. "Fine," her brother muttered. "Are you sure?" "Fine." "Right," the man said, scribbling down something on a piece of paper. Eliza leaned forward to try and see, but she was too short. "Now, I know you've gone through an awful experience, so you might feel a bit hesitant to talk to me at first..." Eliza's eyes widened and she sunk back into the chair; he was expecting her to talk about what, exactly? She felt Elliot stiffen beside her, and the man continued. "Would either of you like to talk about your mother?" Her lips pursed greatly and her shoulders scrunched uncomfortably. She didn't want to talk about it. She hadn't talked to anyone about it besides Elliot, and why should she? Elliot was the only one that could really understand, anyway. Not some strange man she didn't know, or had any idea why he was bothering to ask. "No thanks," Elliot snapped, standing, Eliza jumped to her feet as well, but her brother pushed her back down gently, "You talk, you haven't talked in months." Which wasn't exactly true. Eliza spoke when she needed to, really. Like...and...when...well, why did she have to talk? Elliot knew what she was thinking, most days, so why did he want her to talk? She didn't need to talk, there was nothing to talk about. "Is that true, Eliza? You haven't spoken in months?" She turned and gaped at the man, trying to respond, but she shrugged before even thinking about what she'd done. A blush swept over her face and she sat back down, nervous. "Hasn't said a word since August," Elliot said, waving a dismissive hand. Eliza didn't dare look up at her brother, the tears stinging her eyes were sure to fall if she did. Why was he telling on her? Was he the one who told papa? Eliza had thought it was the professors, but it was Elliot? He said he wouldn't tell, "Thinks it's her fault Ma offed herself---" "ELLIOT!" Eliza screamed, and her brother sighed, dropping down into the chair. Her throat felt raw, and she wanted to hit him so bad, but she couldn't. "Let's talk about your mother," the man behind the desk said. return to top
	content She had gone into labor approximately ten minutes ago. Well, technically, her water had broken ten minutes ago, but Eliza was sure she'd been ready for labor since early that morning. Which was good, because it was been the last day of Dedalus' holiday, which he'd taken to coincide with the baby's arrival. So, he was a few days late, but that's okay; Eliza was rarely on time for anything, so it was a sure sign Eric was going to take after his mother. Eric Archimedes. Eric because it sounded nice, and Archimedes because Dedalus' family was Greek. Eliza probably would have preferred a more traditional name, but seeing as her middle name was Guinevere and Dedalus'...well, his whole name was unique, it wasn't that hard for his parents to convince them of Eric's. At least she'd been able to fight to make it his middle name. Fifteen minutes. Her water had broken fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes ago she'd let out an 'uh oh' that had caused Dedalus to jump out of his seat and bang his knees under his desk. They were very prepared for this moment: Eliza had made sure she had her bags packed a week ago, Dedalus had prepared a portkey and had been working on his driving skills just in case something went wrong there. But, no, the portkey went off splendidly. Dedalus disappeared just like it was supposed to, her three bags under his arms, and a hat on his head because it was a bit chilly, for September. Twenty minutes. Her water had broken twenty minutes ago, and Dedalus had taken the portkey to St. Mungo's ten minutes ago. Eliza had taken a seat in their living room, wondering how long it was going to take for her husband to figure out that he was missing something vital, and was about to make a journal entry to inform everyone that her husband was quite silly when Dedalus popped back. "Oh my God," he muttered, rushing over to the desk. Eliza made to stand, but stared in amusement as Dedalus grabbed his wallet before disappearing with a crack. Hmm, this was going to be an interesting day. return to top
	best friend Brianna O'Hara blew apart the dandelion, letting the soft summer breeze take its seeds across the lawn. Eliza scrunched her nose as some flew into her face, and the girls started to giggle softly. It was late in the day, the sun was setting and Brianna's shiny crown was sparkling nicely in its light. Her birthday party had been rather nice, quiet, but nice. A few girls from the neighborhood had come, but Eliza was the only one from Hogwarts that could make it. Well, unless you counted Brianna's sister, but Fiona didn't talk much and had kept herself busy with serving the food. "What are you going to do with your new paint set?" Eliza asked, twisting the stems of some of the blown apart dandelions into braids. Brianna's hands went back into the grass, leaning on them as she looked thoughtful. The front of her house was plain, just bushes in the front, a small pathway leading to the sidewalk. "I dunno, what does a teenager do with paint? It's only my first day as one." "Mm, I tend to...paint." "Clever," Brianna responded with a laugh, and she looked as if she was going to add something, but the front door of her house slammed open and Fiona stormed out, yelling over her shoulder, "I don't give a shit! Sell all my worldly possessions, go right on fucking ahead!" "Don't bother coming back you useless piece of---" Eliza couldn't see, as her eyes had ducked down low, but she was sure that Mr. O'Hara had spotted the two younger girls on the lawn. The door slammed shut again, and Eliza waited until she couldn't hear Fiona's footsteps running down the pavement before looking up at Brianna. The girl's face was a bright red, almost darker than her hair, and she looked on the brink of tears. Eliza had noticed the tension in the house during the party, especially when she'd asked Fiona how she'd gotten the bruise on her cheek. Football, she'd answered. "Sorry," Brianna muttered, but Eliza shrugged gently. "My brother and dad fight all the time," she said, knowing that it was nowhere near the same, but Brianna didn't need to feel embarrassed for something she couldn't control. "Now, we must decide what to paint first." return to top
	traumatized "Mama?" Eliza curved around the frame of the doorway into her mother's bedroom, eying the bed carefully. The sheets were still tugged in and the pillows perfectly in place, curious. Mama's bed was never made, not until Eliza came in and did it. She was a little wary about looking for her mother, but her wrist was throbbing terribly, and she couldn't hide out in her room any longer. Eliza knew that her mother hadn't meant to hurt her, that they were arguing and it was a mistake, but that didn't mean Eliza couldn't be mad at her. Why had her mama been so upset at her, anyway? "Mama?" There was the sound of water running in her mother's bathroom, and Eliza tiptoed her way over. She was getting ready, it seemed. Mama always needed her face clean and her hair in perfect place before she could get on with her day; the rest of her world could be messy, but if she looked okay, Mama would be happy. Eliza neared the door of the bedroom and was surprised to feel the soggy carpet underneath her feet. She dropped down to her knees, making squishy noises the entire time, and put her hand at the bottom of the door, eyes widening at the steady flow of water coursing out. She scrambled to her feet and banged on the door, "Mama!" return to top
	drunk "I am not drunk." Eliza watched Dedalus' eyebrows go high and when he crossed his arms, she attempted to mimic his actions but ended up punching herself in the shoulder a few times before finally just letting her arms fall limply by her sides. "I'm not." She leaned forward with her lips pursed tightly, a mocking smirk on her face, and--hehe Dedalus leaned close and gave her a peck on the nose before puling back quickly. Eliza stumbled forward at his quick motions, but straightened up as fast like an auror getting inspected. "Test." "Test?" "Test my drunkenessly." "That's not a word." "Test." Dedalus smirked and looked thoughtful for a moment (or at least that's what Eliza thought he looked like, he had a lot of thoughtful faces--sometimes his nose scrunched or his brows furrowed or his lips twisted---) before his eyes shot down to look at her. "Recite the alphabet." "Ohhhh, Dedalus," Eliza started, waving a dismissive hand, "That is no test, here---A, B, C...seeee D. There is a sentence in the alphabet. See, D? See Dee? Like, See Dedalus? Dee?" Her hand had gone up, one finger pointed to--well, she'd meant it to point to Dedalus, but apparently she'd been too close to a lamp and it teetered off the counter and onto the rug. She felt her boyfriend's fingers wrap around her wrist and Eliza turned full on into Dedalus, leaning heavily into his chest. Ooh, he was so cute, and her chin tilted high as she puckered up for a kiss which he thankfully provided. "I'm not drunk," she mumbled into his mouth, glad his arms had gone around her waist because for some reason her knees had decided to give out. "Right, right, of course you're not." return to top
	innocent "Don't listen to them," Frank Longbottom mumbled as he grabbed Eliza's wrist, pulling her away from the crowing of his roommates. She'd never felt so hot, before; those boys had never given her a second look, and now they seemed to know every detail of her life (well, almost every--). All because she was Frank's girlfriend. That did not make any sense to Eliza, it really didn't. She wasn't that interesting, and they'd only been together for a week. A week and three days, to be exact. "I'm not," she responded, sitting down on the stone bench in the corner of the courtyard. Frank sat roughly down beside her, still glowering at Potter and Black. Eliza reckoned it was rather difficult to live with the infamous Marauders, but the fact that Frank hadn't hexed any of them for the teasing proved that he was quite used to their bothersome ways. "Are you cold?" Eliza blinked slowly and looked over at Frank. He rolled his shoulders in an odd manner before pointing to her tightly crossed arms. "You're shivering." "Oh." She blushed. "Yes, I'm a bit cold. November's a cold month." A slow grin slid across Frank's features and she blushed deeper. Eliza had always liked him, not fancied him, but he always picked up the books she dropped or scared away Slytherins that were teasing her. This summer, she'd noticed for the first time how handsome he was; and apparently, he'd noticed something in her too because he made far too many excursions to her father's broom shop for someone who had a brand new Nimbus. It was nice, though, having a boyfriend, even though it had only been a week and three days. They hadn't done much more than hold hands and walk to class together, but Eliza liked the feeling. To have someone waiting for you, or to hurry to meet him after his class. It was just--nice, it was very nice, and it would be nicer if his silly friends didn't tease them. "Here--" Frank unraveled his scarf and draped it over her shoulders. Eliza could feel her blush in her ears, and smiled tightly as she helped him wrap it correctly around her neck. "Aw, why don't you just snog her already?" the voice of James Potter hooted. Eliza froze mid twist and shrank into the scarf and her robes. Didn't they have Slytherins to torture? Potter stood less than a meter away with Black leaning on him, elbow pressing into Potter's shoulder. "Frank's too much of a gentleman," Black agreed, waggling his eyebrows at Eliza. "He's trying to warm her up, if you know what I mean..." If she could, she'd disappear on the spot, and she felt ready to dive behind the bushes when Frank stood and quickly crossed to Black, jabbing him hard in the chest. "I am bigger, stronger, and have a much shorter temper than you, Black," Frank snapped. Eliza watched in awe, "So I'd recommend you stop talking about my girlfriend like that, aye?" The other two boys muttered some choice words before scoffing and turning away, sending pointed looks over their shoulders. Frank's chest puffed greatly and he came back to sit on the bench with a look of triumph. "There." "That was very brave," Eliza said somewhat breathlessly, "Thank you for sticking up for me." That slow grin formed on Frank's face again, and her heart thudded right through her jumper and robes as he closed the distance between them and kissed her. Oh. Yes, it was very nice, having a boyfriend. return to top
	first year "Hi. I'm Dedalus." Eliza's eyes widened as she realized the squeaky introduction was being directed toward her. She had gone the whole train, and short boat ride without having anyone speak to her, and two minutes before they were to be Sorted into their respective Houses, someone starts to talk to her. Did that make any sense? Life didn't make sense. If it made sense, her mama would've been on the platform today, and not buried in some cemetery back home. No, none of this made sense, and she turned her gaze toward the owner of the voice. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than her, and his hat kept falling in front of his face. Eliza had no idea how he was able to see anything because his hair was also in his face, and he had to keep pushing everything out of his eyes. Eliza wasn't sure what the boy wanted, but she at least acknowledged that she'd heard him. Now she just hoped that the professor that had led them in would return. Professor McGonagall had said there had been some issues with...Potteranblack? Whatever that was. "I'm a first year, too," he said, rocking back on his heels. Eliza's eyebrows rose, and she watched Dedalus' face redden, "Well, I mean, of course we're all first years, we wouldn't have been in the boats or anything if we weren't, but I guess I don't really know if the rest of the students don't ride the boats? Maybe they came in after us?" Eliza shook her head. Her brother had spoiled all the secrets of her first day at Hogwarts when she'd first received her letter. The older students took horseless carriages, and the first years got to take the boat ride. She didn't know what it was a tradition, but she had somewhat enjoyed it. The girl next to her had talked the whole time, though. Even if Eliza had wanted to say something, she wouldn't have had the chance; she really hoped she would not have to deal with Miranda Dodderidge again. "I'm kind of nervous, I'm the oldest kid--well, I'm an only child so I guess that's why I'm the oldest, but I kinda wish I had an older brother or something to tell me what to expect. Do you have siblings?" He looked honestly interested, so Eliza nodded, "That's so cool! It's kind of boring being an only kid, I just used to read a lot, we've got a big library at my house, you should come see it someday!" He took a breath and looked around the castle. Eliza watched Dedalus take in the portraits on the walls, the tapestries that flowed by the doors of the Great Hall, and the rest of their year mates. It was...exciting, she wanted to say, but Eliza wasn't sure she'd ever really be able to appreciate anything, again. "I don't usually talk this much," he said, "I'm just really nervous. What if they can't pick a House for me? I think a lot, that's what my mum says, so what if there are so many thoughts going through my head that the Sorting Hat---that's what my dad said, that there's a hat that talks to you---that the Sorting Hat can't figure it out? I'd be so embarrassed." Dedalus blinked up at her as Professor McGonagall reappeared, tugging by the ear two older boys with jet black hair. One of the boy's glasses fell to the ground and he yelped about being blind. The first years watched with great interest as the boys were thrust into what looked like a small office (or maybe a broom closet), and finally were instructed by the Professor to enter the Great Hall. "Good luck!" Dedalus whispered, tugging his hat so low that it covered his ears, "I'll see you in class! Hopefully! Maybe!" Dedalus waved excitedly as he disappeared into the crowd and Eliza let out a breath. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be so terrible; she'd have one friend, at least. return to top

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