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Dorian Montoir

October 24, 2017 3:51 AM

Admitting a deep, dark secret (tag Vlad) by Dorian Montoir

OOC - Fuzzy time abuse! This is a continuation from beginners Transfig, set on October 1st

IC
Dorian’s day had substantially improved once Professor Skies had rid him of the balloons. However, it had still been a little hard to focus knowing that they were waiting for him. There was something sinister about that. He struggled through his homework that evening, making a horrible mess out of his verb endings, and really not bringing most of the work up to his usual standard, because his mind kept wandering…. What if they were right by the door, and he couldn’t get into the room without touching them? What if they were behind the door, and sort of leapt out at him when he closed it? And how was he going to get permanently rid of them?

With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate. Or at least to investigating it. He climbed the stairs to the boys dormitory. His palm was sweating as he reached out and slowly, carefully opened the door. There they were. At the head of his bed. The doorway was a fairly comfortable distance to be at, but he was aware he couldn’t stand there forever, so he edged into the room, making a line for the opposite side of the room where Vlad’s bed was. Distractedly, he sat down on the foot of it and stared at the balloons. He was never going to get to sleep with them looming above him, squeaking horribly. There were two empty rooms on the boys’ side of the dormitories. He could simply move the balloons. Except that wasn’t simple. It involved touching them. And what if it reactivated the magic that had made them follow him? He shuffled more firmly into the corner of Vlad’s bed, just in case the balloons got ideas. The better solution was to ask Vlad to dispose of them for him but he wasn’t sure how to do that without explaining that he was afraid of the balloons. So far, Vlad seemed sweet, and easy-going. They chit-chatted, and they got along, but had not discussed anything particularly personal. He didn’t really seem like he’d laugh at Dorian, but it was still an embarrassing thing to admit. He was still wrestling with how to go about this when the door opened.

Dorian had been so focussed on the balloons that he hadn’t really thought about much else. Vlad’s bed had been, temporarily, reclassified not so much as ‘Vlad’s bed’ but as ‘comfortable and safe space far away from balloons.’ Now that the actual owner of the bed had reappeared, he realised quickly that his position probably seemed a little odd, or somehow presumptuous. He scrambled quickly, and rather ungracefully, to his feet, half tripping over himself in the process, as if getting up as quickly as possible could somehow undo the fact he’d been caught there in the first place.

“I was- I am… It-” he began, but he had still not exactly worked out how he was going to present the situation to Vlad. “I don’t like balloons,” he admitted, deciding that honesty might be the best policy when you added in the fact that he not only needed rid of them, but also needed to justify why he’d been using Vlad’s bed as a settee. “Could… could you take them away please?” he requested meekly.

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Vladimir Brockert

November 22, 2017 5:46 PM

Gasp! by Vladimir Brockert

Sonora was everything his parents and his sister had promised it would be. Admittedly, that was pretty much just “Big, magical, and interesting,” so maybe it wasn’t the highest standard to meet, especially in the twinkly eyes of a small boy who held absolute fascination and wonder in most things. Nonetheless, these standards were in fact met. Sonora was not only big, magical, and interesting. It was huge, dazzling, and amazing.

He did miss his parents and his baby sister greatly, of course, so he just dealt with that by writing frequent letters. Vlad corresponded with his mother daily, if not more than that. There was simply no denying that the young lad was something of a mama’s boy. Vladimir told his mother all about Sonora and about his new friends (because in his mind, he was pretty much best friends with anyone who would maintain eye contact with him).

And speaking of, he was surprised today to discover that his roommate/friend Dorian was in his bed when he got back to their room. Dorian quickly scampered out of it upon seeing him, at which Vlad held his hands forward and offered a hasty, “Oh, you don’t have t-” before realizing it was probably already too late, and the other boy was clumsily hurrying away from Vlad’s stuff.

Dorian’s stuttered explanation was quite the surprise. Who didn’t like balloons? They were so colorful and happy! But if he didn’t like them, that was his business, Vlad guessed. “Sure,” he answered. “Do you care what I do with them? Because I’m thinking maybe my sister would like them.” It was easy, too, to get them to her room and surprise her. Ivy was also in Teppenpaw, so all he had to do was go back down to the common area and find a girl to take them up. Ginger Pierce was probably the easiest bet, since she was their cousin’s girlfriend, but this was Teppenpaw, the nice House - his mom’s former House - and so he couldn’t really imagine anyone saying no.

“And.. maybe we could go find you something you like better?” Vlad suggested optimistically. “Happy birthday, by the way. I heard the card at breakfast.” They couldn’t exactly go shopping or anything, but maybe they could go find some flowers in the Gardens or something. A lot of boys didn’t really like flowers, but Vlad did, so maybe Dorian did too.

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Dorian

November 24, 2017 4:44 PM

Is it so terribly shocking? by Dorian

Vlad seemed to indicate that Dorian was welcome to sit, and he tentatively perched back on the end of the bed. Beds were comforting in that they were soft, and nice, and nothing on them were going to pop. They were like anti-balloons.

“No, you can give them if you like,” he replied when Vlad asked whether he cared what became of the balloons. He was too preoccupied to remember about the trick staircases, and that Vlad would have to pass them to an intermediary to get them to his sister. Still, them going to another person raised a particular concern... “But… maybe we can say it another way? Like… to share? Or… that we finish with the balloon? I not want everyone to know that I have fear of balloons,” he added, his voice trailing off into an embarrassed mumble.

“Thank you,” he smiled, when Vlad wished him a happy birthday and said they could go and get something else once the balloons were gone. “That will be nice,” he nodded, trying to think what they might get. “I am still not sure what things we can find in the school,” he added. He appreciated Vlad’s gesture and did not want to let it fall flat by failing to think of something he liked that could be easily obtained. It was a shame that Vlad hadn’t mentioned his idea of flowers out loud, because Dorian would have thought it a very good one. “But I am thinking whilst you take the balloons,” he promised.

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