Sally Manger
July 26, 2011 11:02 PM
Not the best conversationist. by Sally Manger
In many ways, Sally was different. She was not much like anyone in her family. Aunt Lilac, for example, was a naturally loud and boisterous person, whereas the first year was silent by nature. She was always emotional, be it joy or sorrow, but her niece was not so. Sally not only did not portray very many emotions, but she also did not understand them.How strange, she thought it was, that, while she could memorize a page at little more than a glance, it took much effort to simply recall a smile was a sign of happiness. Her brothers, just like their aunt, were very loving and trusting people, whereas Sally took much trouble in comprehending the simplest of humanities. It was the intricate things she cared for, the delicate effort of academic and otherwise intellectual process.
To say that she was a closed-off person would, however, not be entirely accurate either. If entered into the situation, Sally would have of course engaged in proper conversation, if only because that was the way in which she was raised. It was impolite to refuse an exchange of words. Plus, perhaps more knowledge could be gained from the other person’s speech.
That was more or less her entire reason for operation: to gain knowledge. The brunette enjoyed the transfer of information, the accessing of new thoughts and ideas. This, she was certain, was exactly what had landed her in the House of Aladren.
It felt very nice to be in a House with people who felt the same way in their own quests for knowledge. One such student was her roommate Nora, the clever, curious girl. It did not seem, however, that this was the case for all Aladren students. Another of her roommates, Kitty, for example, did not seem so much focused on learning so much as… bouncing off the walls. There was nothing wrong with being oneself, but the energy of that girl simply overwhelmed Sally at times.
A book in hand, Sally seated herself in her common room. A few other students were there, but she hoped for the most part they would not disturb her.. As she immersed herself in a separate world, she ignored all distractions and dragged her sight across the pages. Just as she finished the fourth chapter, a voice spoke to her. Politely, she closed her book and looked up at the person. “I am sorry,” she said sincerely. “What did you say?”
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Kitty McLevy
August 03, 2011 11:06 PM
SALLY!<i> SallySallySallySally</i>……Hi by Kitty McLevy
Bored…boredboredboredbored…Kitty gave a huge yawn as she tried to do her potions essay, but today it just wasn’t working. Too much like cooking, and too many bad experiences already showed Kitty that her future absolutely didn’t lie in Potions. So, the normally curious girl found Potions to be less interesting than her other classes. Kitty knew herself well enough to know that she wasn’t going to get any more done on the paper tonight. What she needed was a distraction to help clear her mind of the boredom that had invaded it.Without thought she closed up her book and wandered down stairs to the commons room. There should be someone around to keep her company. Sky blue eyes lit up as she saw Sally, a rather quiet girl who knew all sorts of delightful things when Kitty was able to get her to talk. Grinning ear to ear Kitty bounded over to where the other girl sat reading and bounced a bit on the balls of her feet waiting for Sally to notice her.
And waiting…finally giving an exasperated sigh at not being noticed Kitty said “So…what are you reading?” She asked playfully. That would be a good enough conversation starter. Even if she couldn’t get Sally to talk much, she could do most of the talking anyway. Either way she was sure the conversation would be entertaining.
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SALLY!<i> SallySallySallySally</i>……Hi
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Sally
August 06, 2011 8:13 PM
Um, salutations by Sally
As Sally peered at the person before her, it did not require much effort to establish the identity. Kitty was very distinct and recognizable, from her sky blue eyes to her persistently bouncing feet. “So…What are you reading?” the fellow first year inquired. Kitty did seem to be a very curious girl by nature, which was perhaps the quality that had landed her in the House of Aladren.Sally tucked a stray brown curl behind her ear. “The novel is entitled Crime and Punishment,” she answered matter-of-factly. While it was a piece of Muggle literature, her family allowed her to read it because it could introduce new knowledge relevant to all societies. The fact that it was originally a Russian creation certainly helped its case, as well. While she was raised in Rhode Island, her family did trace what was considered its noblest blood to Russia; her maternal grandmother was born a Tupolova, after all.
Assuming that her roommate would take pleasure in hearing more about it--because if she did not, she would not have asked, right?--the eleven year old added, “In which the concept of guilt is weighed against acting upon necessity, much like Machiavelli’s theory that ‘the ends justify the means’.” The Prince was common knowledge, was it not? Surely Kitty knew of its contents and therefore knew Machiavelli’s theories.
Feeling she had provided a sufficient amount of knowledge for the other girl to produce an opinion, Sally pause to wait for Kitty’s evaluation, but she added first, “Have you by chance read it?” If she had, this conversation likely felt monotonous and repetitive.
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Sally
Um, salutations
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Kitty
August 07, 2011 12:35 PM
And greetings too ;) by Kitty
Classics weren’t something Kitty particularly enjoyed reading. For all that she was a fanciful young girl Kitty’s head was very rooted in that which could be weighed and measured. Philosophy, psychology, religion, these were all areas Kitty wasn’t very comfortable with because there was no way to accurately gain understanding of them. Faith…was not something a person like Kitty would ever be able to experience. It just wasn’t in her nature to accept anything that could not be experienced by her senses. There wasn’t a single religion, not one god that could be proven, that could be seen or touched. They were all just interesting stories to Kitty, none holding any more weight than the other. Christianity was the same in her eyes as Greek Mythology.The idea of the end justifying the means was one Kitty had heard before, she might not know its origins but it was a common idea among her culture. It was often frowned upon, and tut tutted, but everyone knew that it was a philosophy often used in politics and other areas. No one wanted to acknowledge the fact, but everyone knew it happened.
Kitty took Sally’s speaking to her as an invitation to sit, and with a grin she hopped up onto the couch next to the quiet girl. “I haven’t read that one before. My brother likes all that philosophical stuff though. Hm, what was he guilty of and why were his actions necessary?” Kitty asked curiously. She really didn’t care for the dramatized crime shows like Law and Order, but the shows based on real crime such as American Justice and Cold Case Files were pretty fun to watch. Kitty loved to try and figure out the answer before it was revealed. And she liked to see all the different steps from the moment the crime was committed, to the moment the verdict was read. The collection and processing of evidence was something Kitty thought she might like to do some day. Just looking at all the little puzzle pieces and trying to fit them into a working whole was very appealing to the young girl.
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And greetings too ;)
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