Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-22 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | persephone viridian, roland williamson |
Persephone & Roland
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY thethestral)
who → Persephone and ANYONE
what → Studying, and then...
when → Monday Evening
where → The Library
status → Incomplete
Persephone practically dragged her book bag, her sleepy eyes surveyed the library as she entered and she decided to take on a table far near the wall, surrounded by stacks. She set the bag down on the floor as she sat down and begin taking out what would be her Potions reading if she ever got around to actually reading it.
Persephone enjoyed school, but it had been one thing after another the past few weeks, and she just wanted to sleep. What was worse is that what she did sleep, she had nightmares of death again. Nightmares of death, her other being insufferable, her brother in fights; there was no end to it. She wondered why no one had given her their usual "I hate your brother" lecture recently.
She leaned back and flipped the old book to the chapter that was assigned, further reading to make up for the classes missed two weeks ago. Persephone set her eyes to the page and began reading, though the words rarely me her mind, as it was still on other things. It wasn't much later that she heard someone approaching her.
"So what are we studyin'," came Roland's cheerful voice. He pulled out a chair across from Persephone and sat down. Glancing at the letterin on the side of the book, he found it to be Potions and instantly wrinkled his nose. "Bah. Potions." He shook his head, remembering the fiasco that had happened not too long ago.
"I'm trying to catch up so we don't look like fools come class time," Persephone said, smiling at Roland. She set down the book with a sigh, but was relieved he showed up. "I was barely reading anyway; How are you? Not dizzy and it looks like my brother hasnt killed you yet, so you must be OK right?" Persephone smirked, Roland always made her smile and she didn't know why other than he was just a nice person.
With a conspiratorial smile Roland leaned in and replied with a "I think as long as we don't blow up the cauldron we'll be fine."
He grabbed the book and pulled it toward him, flipping it around so the words were facing in the right direction. He opened the book at random, and flipped through the pages while pondering the reponse. "Aye. I still get turned around a bit sometimes when headin' around the castle," he said, closing the book with a thud. "But that's nothin' new to me."
"But how are ye?" He pushed the book back her way.
Persephone took the book and put it back in her pack, her papers and quill still out on the table. She looked at her quill when she answered, preferring to avoid any deep questioning of her lack of sleep.
"Oh, tired. I don't sleep well some nights, nothing terrible. Plus all this violence is getting ridiculous." She picked up the quill, drawing circles, then flowers on the blank paper mindlessly, looking back to Roland. "I am excited for the quidditch meeting though! even if it's not for a game."
Roland watched as Persephone doodled on the page before her. "Aye," he agreed. "The meeting'll be ace. Can't wait to hear what you have planned. Long as I'm not in that Badger suit I'm fine and dandy."
His smile faded as the other words hit him. "Ye sure ye don' wanna talk or anythin'," he asked. "Might help to get it off yer chest Perse."
"I don't think you'll be the badger!" Persephone chuckled, thinking of how great the badger suit would be and fiddling with the quill some more.
"I have a lot of nightmares, always have. Nothing interesting, really." She lied.Persephone had been terrified of these dreams for years, and almost always remembered them. "They just interfere with my sleep."
"I thank ye for that," Roland replied with a smile.
He watched her as she fiddled with her quill. "Nightmares keepin' ye awake at night don' sound like nothin' to me," he pronounced as he raised his eyebrow in a worried glance. "Ye sure ye don' want 'a talk about it? If you don', I can't force ye. But if you do, I'll listen."
Persephone appreciated Roland's concern. He was always a good friend when she needed one, even if she didn't want it sometimes.
"I've had them since I was little, I'm sure it bothers the other girls some nights. It's always about death, or dying. Not very pleasant."
Roland nodded. To say it sounded not "very pleasant" was putting it mildly in his mind. But he didn't want to pry. If she wanted to talk she would.
"They don' sound pleasant," he conceeded. "Ever talk to anyone 'bout them?"
Persephone bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. She'd mentioned them to others, but never had she gone into detail about her dreams, not even with her brother or father.
"No, actually. I don't think I ever have... I try to forget them, though it never works." It never worked because she was terrified of them, they seemed so real she was certain they were true; omens of a future she wasn't ready for. "I mostly don't want anyone to worry about them. They're just dreams after all." Anyone in divination studies would have scoffed at her remark.
"Can I make a suggetion then," Roland asked after a weighted pause. "If forgettin' them isn' workin', ye might want'a try somthin' else."
He hated seeing his friends like this, especially Perse. He had noticed that some of the other students had been giving her a hard time over her brother. It seemed to have a tremendous detrimental impact her, at least in Roland's mind. She shouldn't have to deal with any of these things, none of them should, they were only kids afterall.
"I hate seein' ye like this Perse."
"Alright, where should I begin, doc?" Persephone smiled at Roland's good nature. She leaned back in her chair, "I've had them for years, and I sometimes consider them as foretelling my own death."
Roland leaned forward onto the table, and rested his chin on his arms, listening intently. "Begin at the beginning," he said. "Best place to start."
"What are they like," he asked gently, hoping he hadn't crossed into some forbidden personal territory.
"I think they started when I was eleven or twelve," Persephone began, looking around the vicinity for anyone else listening in. This was for Roland and Roland alone. "Sometimes I'm sick in them, sometimes they're just scary and I know I'm dying. I don't know how, but I know. Thestrals, and smoke. One time I was in St. Mungo's. They're strange." She felt better telling him, though it wasn't something she enjoyed talking about.
As she spoke, Roland's gaze held steady to her, trying to take everything in. Not only that but he was trying to understand and figure out what to say to her. This was a weighty topic of discussion, and he wanted her to improve, not worsen.
"Did something happen," Roland began. "Can you think of anything that would have made these dreams start? Death in the family?"
"I came to Hogwarts, and was without my family for the first time," Persephone tried to recall events that happened when the reams began. "No one died, I never got sick, as far as I know."
She closed her eyes and ran through events in her life where she had been sick, none of them being substantial enough to send her anywhere other than to bed, or the hospital ward for the night. Childhood things like colds, or potions accidents.
"They got more intense last year, when my mom starting discussing betrothal. But that doesn't make sense to me at all - marriage making someone sick? Other than the fact I don't have a choice, I don't see how that's possible."
It didn't take a diviner to understand what was going on. Dreams are the windows into the subconcious, the feelings we keep hidden even from ourselves. Even though Persephone was a pureblood, she seemed to not want to follow the proper traditions, much like Enid. But while Enid was fighting against it, Persephone seemed to be fighting against herself.
"I'm not a diviner," Roland began. "But even I know that dreams reveal your subconcious desires or fears. Seems to me that you really fear this betrothal but can't express it, and that is eating away at you."
Persephone didn't like how easily he could pin her thoughts down, label them and know everything. That may be part of it, she thought, but certainly not all.
"I'm not scared of it. I don't like it, I think it's antiquated and, well, really frustrating and suspenseful and I'd rather be with someone I loved. But I'm not afraid."
"Tryin' to mask yer feelings," Roland half asked, half explained. "Dreams are the windows ta the soul. We see things in them we won' let others, or even ourselves see."