Seth Hevulen
Hogwarts Student (A)
Hufflepuff 6th Year
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Jan 31, 2009 17:55:48 GMT 1
It was November 23rd, it was the say of the Essex Flyers Quidditch match at Hogsmeade. Something Seth had been looking forward to for the last six weeks, since his mother had sent him two tickets for his birthday. He’d invited Oscar to go with him, as the next step to the ‘Bring Oscar Out Of His Hole’ plan, or Booohh as Seth had taken to calling it in his head. Which was quite stupid really considering if he ever said ‘Boo’ to Oscar he’d probably revert straight back into his stupid hole. The next step consisted to taking Oscar out to have a good time in a more public place than the Halloween ball.
It was cold outside and so Seth was bundled from head to toe in as many layers as humanly possible to wear. He had a flapped hat pulled tight around his ears, his house scarf wrapped around his neck, covering all skin not covered by his thickest woolly jumper. He had his military style coat pulled over his jumper and jeans and a pair of thick skate shoes on his feet. All in all, the freezing wind that was rattling around the stadium now couldn’t attack him and envelope him.
It was a Saturday, and it was one of those weekends where a Quidditch match coincided with a Hogsmeade trip. Students would do Christmas shopping ready to send things home if they were staying at the school for Christmas, or if like Seth, who would go home for Christmas, ready to wrap them in time to go home. This year though Seth didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to leave Oscar on his own during the holiday period, but he missed his family and wanted to visit them. Would he be able to wing Oscar the time off? It’s not like there would be a lot to clean up over he Christmas Holidays with most students going home. Scivens could cope surely?
These thoughts flew around his mind much like the players were flying about the stadium. The Flyers weren’t doing so well and were currently down by 100 points. And now one of the Harriers had unmounted the Flyers Keeper with a bludger Porter hadn’t seen coming, the captain was down. Seth wasn’t feeling optimistic about the match. It had started so well, they kept level. Now however, not so good, the Flyer were on 30 and the Harriers 100. They would have to pull some good moves to get back on form with a Keeper down, Chaser down and a Beater. They’d have to pull some impressive moves to get back on top.
”Come on, come on,” Seth was chanting like a mantra under his breath. They had gotten quite a good position near the Flyers Goal posts, so they could watch the Keeper, considering that was where Seth played he was looking for tips from his idol. Not falling off would be a good place to start.
A big gust of wind picked up and Seth shivered moving slightly closer to Oscar for warmth. He keep up his chanting rubbing his cold hands together, the only thing he didn’t have to keep him warm – gloves. As he kept chanting he occasionally let out long breaths onto his hands to warm them up.
The Seekers came haring past their heads, Seth involuntarily ducked despite them being metres above them. They had been after that snitch for ages! ”Come on,” Seth kept chanting. Miller was trying her best to stop the Harriers from scoring but another Quaffle went through the hoops, ”Oh Bollucks!” Seth swore loudly. Rubbing his hands together, 60 more points and it would be pointless Carrier even bothering to catch the snitch because they wouldn’t win anyway.
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Post by oscarpeterson on Feb 18, 2009 14:36:24 GMT 1
November 23rd was a day Oscar had been looking forward to all month, something which didn't happen very often. Oscar had very little to look forward to in his life. He always enjoyed the thought of spending his evenings with Seth, but to have an event he was actually excited about going to was a first for Oscar. He wasn't too fussed about the whole Quidditch affair - to be honest he couldn't even tell you who was playing, expect that it was Seth's favourite team and his idol was the keeper. The reason he was excited was the fact he got to spend a whole day with Seth, out in the open rather than the stuffy library or his tiny cramped office.
He'd found he'd actually been buzzing when he woke. The butterflies in his stomach had made it hard to eat his small breakfast. But by the time he'd bundled himself up to fight the freezing November air his stomach was a collection of knots, so bad he thought his breakfast might pop up to say hello. Oscar didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe it was because he sense the approach of yet more change. He didn't quite know what t make of it.
Oscar had met Seth where the students gathered to head down to Hogsmeade. He'd purposely arrived a little late, so that the hush giggles would be at their minimum - but there were still some stragglers. He smiled a little to himself to see Seth just as wrapped up as himself. Like Seth, Oscar had a hat with ear flaps, a long scarf, the thickest jumper he owned and a chunky coat over the top. He was surprised the pair of them could even move.
The walk had been nice, keeping moving had kept Oscar warm. But now they were well into the match, the cold was pinching at the breaches in his defences. The goings on of the match went over his head a little but cheered when Seth cheered, and booed when Seth booed. Oz had the general gist of Quidditch; the red ball goes in the hoops for ten points, the small gold ball was worth 150 points and you had to avoid the black balls at all costs. Otherwise you ended up on the floor, in a mess, just like one player in Seth's team's colours had.
The score didn't look too good, and Oscar calculated that if the other team got just a few more points then Seth's team would have to pull out all the stops to turn it round. From their seats by the goal - right by Seth's idol - they could see all of the action, which - more often than not - made Oz wince. How could Seth so willingly partake in such a violent game? The players bashed into each other, aimed the black balls at each other and actively tried to de-broom them. He could only hope that Hogwart matches were slightly friendlier. But knowing teenagers, they most certainly weren't.
The cold wind bit through Oscar's many layers, and he too huddled closer to Seth for the warmth. Looking away from the game for a second, Oscar noticed that Seth was trying to warm his hands up. Having kept his in his pockets for the duration of the match, Oscar's were fairly warm, meaning he didn't need the gloves. He took them off and touched Seth's arm. Contact would grab his attention better than just speaking to him - the stadium was filled with chants of the happy or outraged fans. "Want my gloves?" He asked when he thought Seth would have a better chance of hearing him.
A moment later, Oscar was ducking with Seth as a couple of the players flew overhead. They were a fair bit away, but it was a reflex to duck. Seth swore beside him. "They could turn it round yet." Oscar said, uncharacteristically optimistic.
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Seth Hevulen
Hogwarts Student (A)
Hufflepuff 6th Year
Posts: 153
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Feb 18, 2009 17:21:32 GMT 1
Being something Seth had been looking forward to for quite some time, Seth couldn’t help but wake up after a failed attempt at sleeping and still be a flurry of excitement. Oddly he’d been able to eat a ton of toast for his breakfast, having gotten over his toast chasing dream. Payback was always fun. Today was going to be one of those days where Oscar rocketed further out of his little shell. It was something Seth had been looking forward to more than the Quidditch. Seth considered taking him to the Three Broomsticks after the match, in-overtly meet his sister and ask him about Christmas. That was the plan.
Oscar’s ideal of meeting a few minutes after the rush was a good one. They’d already been in that bloody paper once before for sitting together, going out somewhere together would no doubt cause a new bout of excitement amongst the gossip column. Why the headmistress allowed for the paper to continue he had no idea. Surely at some point the paper had mentioned something crude about her.
The violence had never been something that Seth had looked forward to particularly. He had been taken off his broom before now in practise when he’d not managed to dodgy the last of a string of bludgers aimed in his direction. He didn’t look forward to the match against Slytherin. He knew that was destined to end up a bloody mess. More to the point, he was. He was what the Slytherin’s saw as an easy target, being small and ‘weak’. The Slytherin beaters packed a nasty punch as it were.
Oscar was right, his hand on Seth’s arm was a better attention grabber. He looked at Oscar’s hand then to his face. Listening to what he had to offer Seth smiled. Further progress. The players flew overhead and they both sharply moved downwards out of harms way. As Seth recovered from ducking the players he gladly accepted Oscar’s gloves and gratefully put his hands in them quickly. ”Thanks,” Seth smiled. The gloves were slightly big for him, but they were warm. Very warm, Oscar had been wearing them for the last hour so that made sense.
”Yeah. If Carrier catches the snitch between now and six goals time, we can win,” Seth mentioned as he turned his glance back o the pitch in time to see another goal from the opposing team, ”But with Porter down, we’re kinda screwed,” Seth admitted defeated. Seth couldn’t stop himself from cheering as a Harrier got unseated. He looked guiltily up at Oscar and blushed slightly, ”Okay, slightly more optimistic,” he pointed in the direction of the battling Seekers. Mentally chanting for Bob Carrier to make the catch and soon.
Only 50 more points and the game would be lost. Alternatively, the snitch could be caught and they could win. Seth continued to watch the Seekers battle it out, rocking back and forth on the balls on his feet. He heard the commentator call more goals for the Harriers, ”Come on,” he stared his mantra again. 40 more points and Carrier catching the snitch would be pointless.
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Post by oscarpeterson on Mar 18, 2009 18:00:17 GMT 1
((ooc - it's been a whole month since I replied!))
Like always, Oscar had eaten only one slice of toast - now with the added humour for it always reminded him of Seth's toasty dream - for his breakfast. He didn't usually have time for much else, being so busy cleaning up the dorms whilst the students were breakfasting themselves or some job of the like, and he found it easier to not break the habit. His tummy was beginning to grumble now, not that he'd eat much anyway. He'd found that over the years the less he ate, the less he wanted to eat. He had no idea of the plan Seth had in mind. If he knew, he would have politely declined, just because. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend the time with Seth - it was more that he didn't know how to act in those situations. And he thought that it would probably bore Seth to death to spend extra time with him.
Though he was part of the backgroud, Oscar did have a few good ideas. (Yes, he believes the two are linked.) His idea to be a little late being one of those. The first years who couldn't go down to Hogsmeade pointed and snickered from the windows as he passed then when he met Seth. Oscar hated that paper - he really did. And he wasn't exactly the type to hate, he wasn't opinionated enough. If it got any worse, he may have to say something to Professor McGonagol, or at least to one of the teaching professors.
Watching Quidditch always made Oz wince. Especially those Slytherins - vicious lot them. He knew of Seth's upcoming game and couldn't help the feeling of dread swelling in the pit of his stomach. He'd seen the odd injury he'd sustained from Quidditch and just knew that they'd be a hundred times worse after that match. He tried to swallow the sickening feeling, he really didn't want to see that lonely piece of toast again.
Despite being absolutely freezing, Oz's cheeks began to burn a little with embarressment. He knew it had been a bad idea. Of course Seth would think it strange that he put his hand on his arm. Who did that? He quickly put his hand by his side once Seth had taken the gloves. "S'all right." He murmured, feeling somewhat of a fool. Sometimes Oscar really despised his mind. It was hard to do anything without the little voices in the back of his mind telling him that he was wrong, stupid and constantly reminding him how insignificant and unimportant he was.
"That's do-able." He said, his optimisim dwindling as he saw the other team score. At least he thought it was the other team. He checked Seth's idol to see if their colours matched. When he saw they didn't, he knew he'd been right. That would have been bad, to shun a goal from Seth's team. Whilst he was checking someone got knocked off their broom, which cheered Seth up a lot. Oz could hear it in his voice. That was better, he didn't like hearing Seth's cheery voice not so cheery - even when it was over something as trivial as Quidditch.
They went back to watching the match in an amicable silence. He could tell Seth was really into it - chanting for his team to suceed. For Oz, it was all a bit of a blur really. They moved to fast and having never learned the rules of Quidditch he couldn't follow what the commentator was saying. He just cheered and booed in time with Seth. It was all he could do.
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Seth Hevulen
Hogwarts Student (A)
Hufflepuff 6th Year
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Mar 24, 2009 21:27:23 GMT 1
Seth, knew that Oscar would have run a mile, or skirted politely, then run a mile, if he knew Seth was planning on taking him to the Broomsticks. That’s why he wasn’t asking, or implying about it in anyway. But it was a part of the test. The next level, after this. Quidditch people went to, but there were more people here they didn’t know than they did. In the Broomsticks, there would be a lot more people they would recognise. People they had avoided in the morning. And meeting Jazzie, well that was enough to scare anyone. As much as he hated the paper, if they wanted to spread crap about them, they could go ahead. At least they knew the truth.
The few knocks and brusies Seth had gotten in the past hadn’t been anything of note. He hadn’t been debroomed as of yet so he thought he was fairing pretty well. The Slytherins, now they would pick him up off his broom and throw him to the floor. If he didn’t break something that match, he’d be disappointed. Weird though it was.
Seth found himself looking at him arm when Oz took his hand away. He smiled at him briefly before turning his attention back to the game at hand. Oscar certainly wasn’t stupid, or insignificant. Wrong, yes. Wrong about thinking Seth wouldn’t want him to be making progress. And unimportant? Was he an idiot? Did Seth have any other friends?
”He’s just got to catch it, and soon,” he mumbled, wincing slightly at the seekers chased about on their own and both haring after the snitch. He just wished the right person caught it. He didn’t want to lose. Seth had lost all interest in who was scoring what and what was going on, watching the chase intently. Carrier needed to catch the snitch. He needed to.
”Come on!” he was chanting again, getting more and more frantic with every shout. Watching intently, they were both reaching, both so close. They were off their brooms, one of them had the snitch. Squinting, his mouth open and closed, much like a goldfish, Carrier had it. Looking up to the score board, his eyes widened again, he’d done it! They’d won.
”We did it!” he cheered, turning to Oscar and smiling broadly, jumping on the spot. Grabbing Oscar and pulling him in for a hug, much like he had on his birthday. Project BOOOHH forgotten for a moment in celebration. Now he really could take Oscar to the Broomsticks and have a celebratory drink and cheer and laugh and tell Jazzie how awesome the match was.
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Post by oscarpeterson on Apr 10, 2009 23:49:10 GMT 1
It never occured to Oscar that there would be more on the day's menu than Quidditch. He just presumed that after the match they would head back to Hogwarts and sit in his office, like they always did. Though, that thought washed him over with a sense of sadness - almost. He would be content with that, sure, but he wanted their day out to last longer. What they could do afterwards, Oscar didn't know, he just wanted to do something. Which struck him as odd - he never wanted to do anything. Ever. Before Seth he was perfectly fine with keeping to himself and basically doing nothing.
He was so glad Seth had changed that. Oz was beginning to see how sad his life was. Or was it 'had been'. Oscar couldn't work it out, he was too unsure. Something he wasn't usually. Things in his life used to be so sure - he'd get up, be laughed at, clean up, laughed at some more, ignored, clean, read and then sleep. Seth was a new element which his life just that little bit better. And by 'little bit' he meant 'a lot'.
Oz didn't notice that Seth had looked when he took his hand away - he was too busy trying to not vomit or something. He'd never done anything like that and it was making him a little queasy. Oz knew it was so stupid, but some jumps scared him silly. This was one of them - the jump of purposefully getting someone's attention. It just went against the grain, Oscar Peterson wasn't supposed to make himself heard. Believing that he was born in the wrong era, Oz believed he should be seen not heard. (And seen as little as possible.)
"I shall send out good vibes then." Though where he was sending the vibes was lost on Oscar. There were two players who seemed have spotted something, not that Oscar could see what it was. Seth was getting all riled up though, so Oz thought - for the first time in his whole life - 'What the Hell!' and joined in the yelling. It was... fun... Oscar was astounded! Soon enough he was leaping about and yelling just like Seth had been the entire match. Then those two people were off their brooms. Oscar stopped, confused and unaware if they were allowed to be off their brooms.
"What happened?" Oscar asked, but his question was quickly drowned out by a roar. Seth was cheering too, so he guessed whatever had happened, it was something good. His smile was infectious and before Oz knew it, he was cheering again. He wasn't jumping like Seth, but he was just as entusiastic with the hug. He liked hugs, so Oz had found, it was like drinking soup when ill - making you feel all better.
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Seth Hevulen
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Hufflepuff 6th Year
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Apr 11, 2009 0:58:35 GMT 1
The time Seth spent with Oscar always left him feeling like a better person. It wasn’t due to the fact that he was bringing Oscar out of his shell, but Oscar was doing hat in return to him. He felt like the only person that he could be himself around was Oscar. Oscar knew what judgment was, Oscar knew what it was like, and wasn’t about to pass judgment on anything Seth did.
Oscar made him feel like a better guy.
It helped that Seth was able to help him in return. Oscar was open with him, he spoke to him, he spent time to him and didn’t seem like he wanted to get away. Seth liked that now Oscar wouldn’t flinch if Seth touched him on eh arm, or hugged him. More and more Oscar would hug him back and it felt so right and so nice that he never wanted it to stop.
Seth smiled, further progress. If it came to any one to send you good vibes the last person you would expect it to be was Oscar. He hardly noticed that Oscar was joining in, being too engrossed in the game. Had he notice, he would have smiled even more, this was completely new. Oscar didn’t shout out, he didn’t make himself noticed.
”We won! Carrier caught the snitch and we WON!” Seth exclaimed his arms still around Oscar, gleefully bouncing slightly as he did. Feeling Oscar hug him back, She tightened his grip on his friend, knowing that he was allowed to. If Oscar had tensed and shied then Seth would have pulled away from him. He smiled to himself, chin resting on Oscar’s shoulder, tilted up to the grey sky slightly due to Oscar’s height over him.
After a further half a minute, Seth pulled away from Oscar, after giving him one final squeeze. The cheers were beginning to dye down, the team doing a winning round of the pitch – those still on their brooms at least. Those too injured to get back on remained in the sand below and waved at the crowds, offering cheeky bows.
After five more minutes of cheering and jumping and making a spectacle of himself, Seth noticed people were starting to peter off, and indicated for him and Oscar to do the same. He animated chattered away, to himself mainly, about the moves and the tactics of the game. Something to go back to his team mates and tell them about. Approaching the village Seth’s sight fixed on the Broomsticks, and casually he managed to go towards the door. He hoped, inconspicuously.
Behind that door he knew his sister would be waiting for him, and for Oscar. She was waiting to be able to report back to their mother that Oscar Peterson wasn’t a psycho looney killer. But then, Jazzie knew that anyway so quite why the girl insisted on it he had no idea, ”Hey, do you,” Seth faltered, looking up at Oscar who had fallen in sep behind him, ”Do you wanna drink?” he said scratching his head through his Oscar-gloved hands, looking quizzically up at his friend.
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Post by oscarpeterson on Apr 11, 2009 18:50:02 GMT 1
The feeling of being a better person was mutual. Since Seth's arrival in his life, Oscar had come on leaps and bounds as a human - even he could see. Yes, acting like a normal person still terrified the bejeezus out of him, but at least he was doing it. And he owed it all to his fluffy haired friend. It was weird, saying that he had a friend. A good weird though, he liked having a friend. Suddenly his life had some meaning to it, rather than just the dreary old routine he'd got himself into these last years at Hogwarts. It dawned on Oz that he would be forever in Seth's debt.
By now, Oscar was almost as lost in the game as Seth was. Well, it seemed that way to him - but his movements were slightly more restrained than anyone elses and he wasn't cheering nearly as loud. It was a start though. Oscar felt alive, and he'd gone for too long feeling like he wasn't. Life was for the living, he'd heard that saying so many times, it was only now that he was starting to believe in it. What was the point in being alive if you didn't life? Maybe that should be Oscar's new outlook on life. Rather than his previous, Hide and hope no-one notices.
Although Seth was bouncing around in joy, Oscar couldn't quite bring himself to bounce too. Yes, he had a new outlook on life but one couldn't rush these things. He didn't quite know what to say, should he say, "Well done!" or what? Or, "Yay!" Rather than fight to find a meaningful word, Oz joined in with the crowds' cheering whilst watching the winning team fly round in their glory. As first Quidditch matches went, this one was very good.
The fact that Seth was hugging him didn't bother Oz - for once. It had become normal. Since he'd given that birthday present to him there'd been a couple more hugs, and he saw the other students do it all the time. It was just another new thing working its way into his life. Oscar let it worm its way in, he liked hugs. And this was a cause of celebration - looking around he saw many fans hugging their companions. It was just something people did - he could accept that.
As the crowd thinned, Seth and Oz finally broke their embrace and left the stadium. He wore a smile on his face as he listened to Seth chatter about the match. Anyone listening on the outside would presume that the taller of the two hadn't been at the match, but the way Seth was talking about it Oscar doubted he had been! Some of the things he said completely baffled the caretaker. It was probably just the use of technical terms, not that Oscar minded. It was nice to see such enthusiasm for something that wasn't superficial. Oscar saw so much of that at Hogwarts, he thought true enthusiasm was dead.
He wasn't really thinking of where they were going, he was too busy listening to Seth. Oz found that if he missed a piece of information it got very hard to catch up. As always, Oscar walked just behind Seth - he still wasn't wuite used to the idea of walking next to someone, seen as how he'd never walked next to someone in his life. It was never his place to. If Seth was steering their path, Oscar had no idea. He didn't know his way round Hogsmeade - for all he knew they were headed back to the castle.
When they stopped outside the pub, Oscar started to panic a little - purely out of habit. He actually wanted to stay out with Seth, he didn't want this day to end. "Urr..." He faltered. Yes he did want to go in! He had a new outlook on life after all, and did his previous thought count for nothing? He nodded, feeling oddly determined - though his only hurdle to over come was himself. "Yes." He nodded again, just to make sure his message was getting across - he had no idea how loud his voice was. "Yes, a drink would be good." He almost went up to the door, but that was just a little too much for him. Instead he indicated for Seth to lead the way. Being a step behind was fine.
((ooc: You have to join WA now P: <3))
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Post by Jazmyn Hevulen on Apr 12, 2009 1:43:04 GMT 1
So far, Jazmyn Hevulen’s day had been spent asking Hogwart’s students for IDs as they tried to buy fire whiskey from her. For all intents and purposes, mainly because she wanted to keep her job, she had to decline them, aging potions or not. No proof, no drink. Which had made her popular - not.
Quidditch match day meant that before the match the Pub was busier than usual, and after it, win or lose people would be out to get utterly plastered, and she’d end up with at least two different people trying to put their hand up her skirt. But this match day also meant the meeting between her and her brother’s infamous friend, Oscar. Sure, Jaz knew who he was, but she didn’t really know him. She’d seen him around her school, cleaning up things, but had never had much to do with him. Unlike her brother, she had never spent much time in the library.
Time was dragging by at a painful rate, but Jaz was coping. She was studying the build up of gunk under her nails. Magicing glasses from tables into the sink to wash themselves, serving punters. Everything she would normally do, but today, none of it seemed to fill the time. Typically it would be because she was counting down the time until the match finished, and not knowing when that would be made it drag on longer.
After a while, Jazmyn could hear the gleeful cheers of students and others alike as a team, no doubt, won the match. She’d be given the full report momentarily by supporters on each side, multiple times. Then told some more by Seth. She’d pretend to care and try and worm as much out of Peterson as she could. But from what Seth had told her, it would be difficult. He had told her not o get her hopes up that the guy would even agree to coming.
The bell above the door start to tingle, repeatedly. Jaz looked up from examining her hands to see a swarm of people heading over to empty tables and depositing half their wardrobe over the backs of chairs. Not long after she had served the crowd, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, followed by another, not so familiar one. He didn’t look too nervous, he just looked like he would leg it right out of the building if anybody so much as looked at him.
She caught eye contact with Seth and waited as he lead his friend towards the bar, and who free bar stools, ”Y’alright bud?” she asked cheerily, heading over to the end of the bar that he had sat at, she reached her hand out and ruffled his hat on his head, pulling it off, discarding it on the bar and ruffling his hair, ”How was it?” she asked, knowing that in a second, she would regret it.
”How rude of me,” she smiled, looking to Oscar, ”I’m Jaz,” she offered her hand out to him, no expecting him to take it, ”Seth’s sister,” she supplied before turning back to her brother, ”You asked him yet?” she questioned her brother bluntly, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Seth Hevulen on Apr 19, 2009 3:13:51 GMT 1
Seth tried everything in his might not to pull Oscar forwards. But with every improvement Oscar had gone through recently, he didn’t want to push him further. He just hoped that over the Christmas break, if Oscar came to stay, then he could make even more progress with him. Introducing him to Jazzie was one thing, to his mother was another, and having him stay in a house of ‘strangers’ was something completely off the scale for Oscar. If he accepted his invitation, it would be movement in the right direction.
Over the last months, Seth had become pretty good at reading Oscar’s hesitations, more and more these days it was generally a matter of trying to think of the right words or phrasing to answer with, than to come up with an excuse not to do something. This hesitation gave Seth a little bit of hope for his further questions, the affirmation and nod gave him everything he needed for a confidence boost, ”Awesome,” he replied, a grin on his face.
Seth pushed the door to the Broomsticks open, noting that it was extremely full of people he recognised as soon as he stepped through the door. Nervously he swallowed, a shot a sly look over his shoulder to make sure Oscar was still following him. So much for their inconspicuous meeting earlier.
Spotting Jazmyn behind the bar, Seth drove them towards it, dodging tables and students alike. He spotted two free stools towards the end of the bar front and decided that it would be the best place to put himself and Oscar. He smiled at Jaz as they approached the bar, retreating away from her as she reached out to ruffle his hat covered head, he scwled, as if t say ‘Leave it Jazzie’ and pulled the hat from his head.
”Yeah I’m fine,” he proceeded to go into a rant about the match, not in much detail but with enough hand gestures and random movement noises to illustrate how tense it had been. He forgot for moment why he was really there, until Jazzie interrupted him and introduced herself t Oscar rather pointedly. He blush slightly before Jazzie asked her question.
”Gee, Jazzie, give a guy a chance,” he joked, before turning and smiling at Oscar, ”What my foot-in-mouth sister is talking about is Christmas. Mum said you could come and stay with us,” he smiled nervously, pulling Oscar’s gloves from his small hands and laying them neatly on the counter before scratching the back of his head, ”If you want, that is.” he finished pathetically looking at his hands.
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