Making Friends and being a Fool

[Cleo Silver]

Cleo walked around the library looking at books, it was quiet as per usual on weekends so she felt more comfortable and welcomed. Her Aunt was busy categorising and doing important things that she wasn’t allowed to know about so she went on her way happily collecting books for school and books to read.

Cleo's book stack was getting heavy, she had at least 10 books now which were starting to put some strain on her arms but she would get to her desk soon so she could put them down. Carefully Cleo reached out and grabbed onto another book from the shelf and gingerly pulled it off the shelf and added it to her pile in her arms, she made a small grunting noise as she adjusted the weight in her arms and then stood up straight again trying to wiggle her glasses up her nose by scrunching her nose up and tipping her head back. Cleo carefully shuffled forwards towards her desk but she knew she wasn't going to make it there in one piece, she felt one of her new annoying strappy shoes slip under her foot and she twisted with it, Books flying Cleo hit the floor before she heard the books fall in various directions, she sighed and sat herself onto her bum and started to curse under her breath at her stupid shoes 'Asking my stupid sister to get me stupid clothes so I could make stupid friends, stupid idea' she hissed.

Cleo reluctantly slipped her shoe onto her foot and got to her feet again, even though it was a small wedge she still didn't have control wearing anything apart from flats. Cleo brushed her long blonde hair out of her face and crawled forward and grabbed on book and leaned back so she could put the book on the table before crawling forward to grab another, occasionally pausing to push her glasses up on her nose. Cleo stood up and counted the books and sighed when she realised she was missing one, her Aunt was going to be mad enough that she dropped them but even worse that she lost one.

Cleo sighed and looked around for the last book.

 

[Deme Aurelious]

Deme was just a little bit bored, he coldn't explain it, he just really wanted to do something and it was killing him that he wasn't doing much at all. After a scathing letter from his adoptive parents, he decided that he should maybe study a little bit, since he got P in basically every subject he took, this was very bad. Especially since he was in Ravenclaw, he was expected to be smart, but he wasn't, well, he didn't think of himself as smart, because somethings confused him so much, he could barely understand hafl the stuff he was taught. Then again, he didn't study, rarely listened and was always in his own thoughts during classes, so now he decided that he would go to the library and try to learn something. Deme was healthy, happy and he now had inspiration to actually work on his non-existent grades, before they started turning into Trolls, his adoptive parents would kill him. He was too young to die! He blew his dark blue hair out of his eyes and sighed as he walked through the library, looking at the various books and frowned, there were so many and he wasn't even sure what he wanted to study today. Herbology? Charms? History of Magic? He was skating on thin ice with them all, so he decided that he would take... all the books. What was the harm in that? If wasn't like he was going to brun them or anything. So, Deme picked up half a dozen books for different subjects he was failing at, and since he was failing at a lot of subjects, there were quite a few books in his pale arms.

Deme's attention was stolen by a girl, that sort of looked around his age, but not really. Sort of around the face, but what she was wearing wasn't very eleven year oldish. Her shoes were quite tall, it confused him, even Hannah, his adoptive mother, didn't wear shoes like those. How did the girl manage to walk about? After this thought crossed his mind, the girl actually fell over, he couldn't help but think that he mentally jinxed her, poor girl, but he was in no position to actually help her up, and he soon tripped over one of her fallen books. "Woah!" Deme rolled off of his stack of books and held his sore chest, he had landed hard on all the stack of books he had been holding. He sat up slowly and groaned. Such pain, he put his hand on his chest and looked at the girl, sighing slightly and giving her her last book, the one that he had tripped on. "I believe this is yours?" He asked, looking up and handing the girl her book. "I'm Deme, by the way." He added, suddenly realising that if he spoke with this girl, he would have something to distract him from studying!
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[Cleo Silver]

Cleo heard someone stumble and groan, she looked up instantly and saw a boy infront of her, she instantly looked down so her hair covered her face, the boy held out her missing book and she took it her mouth open slightly from the shock of someone else being in the library, she never heard them it was almost as if they crept out of the book shelves themselves. Cleo clutched the book to her chest and sat back onto her heels, her metalic shorts glimmering softly in the dimly lit library, the boy introduced himself as Deme and she felt like squeaking and running back into her mouse hole.
'Why are you in the Library she said softly, but just loud enough to seem normal, She looked up through her blonde hair which she had managed to get to wrap around her young face, the boy named Deme didn't seem like one who would spend much time in the Library, he looked like the kind who would spend most of the afternoon outside with guys throwing rocks and rolling around in dirt, that or sitting in a corner to themselves glaring at anyone who walked past to be scary. Cleo wondered if this boy was a Slytherin, he seemed a bit friendly. 'My name is Cleo' the young girl said watching the boy curiously.

The Young Witch rocked back on her heels and stood up stretching her long lightly golden legs. she made her feet comfy in the low wedges again and placed the book on the pile while she had allready picked up off the floor 'Thanks by the way' Cleo said softly as she tapped the book lightly before turning to push her glasses back up her nose. 'I'm sorry about your fall, are you hurt?' Cleo was concerend that she had hurt someone, she didn't want to hurt anyone, she didn't mean to fall, all she wanted was to look different so people would notice her and want to be her friend and she ended up hurting someone because of her own clumsyness.
Cleo watched the boy to make sure he didn't look to disoriented or had a concussion or anything like that, the last thing she wanted was a boy passed out in the middle of the library, then no one would want to be her frtiends ever.

Sweeping her long blonder hair out of her face she smiled shyly at the boy named Deme, maybe this was a chance at having a friend?

 

[Deme Aurelious]

The light was shining in Deme's brown eyes, but he ignored it to the best of his ability, and looked at the girl he had just greeted as she took the book from his hands and held it to her chest, she appeared to be hiding her face from him and everything. Deme watched the girl curiously, she seemed rather... shy? He wasn't sure why she was so shy, occasionally he could be shy too, but he didn't see himself as intimidating or anything, she almost looked shocked to see him, like he just fell out of the sky or something right in front of her, when in reality he just utilized a thing called a door, thye were usually found in most places that had rooms that were occupied. Her question confused him even more, why was he in the library? Obviously he was here to study, but now he had something else to do, try and uphold a conversation with this girl, though she seemed very timid and quiet, so he was probably going to have to do a lot of talking, unless she was a closeted chatterbox. The thing that intruiged him was that the girl didn't look shy at all in fact, she looked like she oozed with confidence, she looked even more confident than Deme did, and he could appear to be pretty confident. "Vell..." He began, picking himself up off of the floor and picking up his stack of books that he was probably never going to read, even if he tried. "I'm failing every class I've been in, apparently it's got something to do with my total lack of appreciation for learning, or so my adoptive dad says." He explained, putting the books on the table beside him, then he turned back to the girl. He couldn't smirk at the fac that he heard that Ravenclaws were supposed to be super smart people, yet here Deme was, a Ravenclaw, telling a girl he didn't know that he was failing every class he walked into, it just seemed so weird. "So, if I vant to continue living, I have to shape up and study." He added with a small shrug. He wasn't sure if he was capable of studying, the word itself sounded boring.

Deme nodded when the girl, he now knew to be Cleo, told him her name. He had never heard the name before, it was certainly interesting to the Russian born Ravenclaw. "Hi Cleo." He greeted with a small wave. Deme blinked in understanding. "No problem, I just tripped on it, there was no point in leaving it on the ground to claim another victim, was there?" He asked retorically, getting a small smile on his face at the thought of the book hunting down victims to trip over, he even imagined little feet growing out from under it and causing it to run around the library, having the librarian chase after it. Deme tilted his head. "Oh it's okay, it's not like you purposely planted it there or anything." He shrugged slightly and thought about his body's current condition. Nothing broken, nothing bleding, maybe a chest bruise that would resemble a book, but that was nothing to cry or complain about, the stairs to Ravenclaw Tower on the other hand? He mentally cringed, Deme hated those stairs, they never failed to exhaust him. "Nope, I'm perfectly fine, suffered from far vorse." He explained. Like when he went into the Forbidden Forest and met a Professor there, he'd managed to hurt his wrist and everything, now that was painful. "No need to vorry." He added. He looked around quietly at the library, it was quite empty which was comforting, Deme was not a fan of crowds, or enclosed spaces, but he often sucked up his inner fear of being enclosed for the sake of atleast appearing normal. "So why are you here?" He finally asked.</COLOR></FONT>​

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[Cleo Silver]

Cleo looked at the boy when he started to talk to her, no one talked to her before, and he was being kind, that was even more astonishing. Pushing her glasses up her nose again she listened to him, and wondered if he was crazy for talking to her but decided not to think that way, 'Why don’t you like class? Whats wrong with it?' she said not knowing how anyone could hate learning, she loved learning different things about the Magical world, the Muggle world is okay but compare it to The Magical world and it’s a whole new ocean.
The Blonde swept her hair out of her face again, it seemed that it had spent a long time covering her face that it preferred to sit that way.
'You’re Adopted?' she said softly before changing her question 'Do you need help to study?' she asked not knowing why she felt so willing to help him, she knew he was joking about saying that if it wanted to continue living he had to study but she couldn’t help but feeling that the joke wasn’t such a joke.

Cleo hung her head when the boy took the blame for her stumble 'You can blame these bloody shoes' he cursed silently to herself. He said he’d have a book shape bruise on his chest and she giggeled softly but stopped and put her hand infront of her mouth, was that rude to giggle? She was slightly confused as to why her thoughts were tricking her she took her hand away from her mouth 'Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at your pain' her tone very concerned incase she upset him. Cleo put her hand on her forehead 'I’m really sorry for laughing, I don’t want to make fun of you, the bruise will hurt and its my fault, I’m lucky you don’t have broken ribs! Oh I’m so sorry' she said softly as she started to ramble, mainly because she was nervous and secondly because she may have seriously hurt him and she was confused beyond her comprehension.
'are you sure you’re okay?' Cleo asked for what felt was the millionth time, she was still rather shy and her body stood in a way where she was still standing tall but curled up in a ball.
The Young witch sighed very softly, she probably just dubbed herself a bigger freak then she already was.

 

[Deme Aurelious]

The look the girl gave him made him a little closed. Had she not spoken tto someone before? She was looking at him as if what he was doing right now, simply talking, was the most amazing and strange thing on the planet. Well, that was the ssort of vibe he got and that was how he viewed her expression. Surely someone had sspoken and befriended hher before, it was a big school, someone is bound to talk to sosomeone eelse, Deme managed to make his way into ththe Forbidden frost and find someone to talk to, if he could do that, surey ththis gigirl had spoken to something. Then again, a library was not the best place to strike up conversation, because you were not memeant to speak in libraries, but Deme wasn't really one for stupid rules like that, what was going to happen if someone spoke in a library? The books suddenly attack? Deme thought about her question. There wasn't rreally aanything wrong wwith class, it was just that Deme was not a an f it at all. ''Sometimes it can be really aannoying. I don't have the patience to sit through something I find annoying.'' He explained, it was the truth, Deme could barely look at ssomeonthing hhe found annoying, but he nnever rreally llost his temper before, that definately was something tto be proud oof. Her next question shocked him slightly. He rarely mentioned his adoption, not because he was embarrassed or upset by it, but he never really mentioned his family aat all, unless in passing, like a few moments ago, people didn't usually ask though, they probably thought it was a touchy subject for the first year, but iit wasn'tt, he could honestly care less if people asked or not. ''Yes, I was adopted at age seven by a New Zealand family.'' He explained. If she asked him about hhis lilife before his adoption, he'd describe it aas hhell and would drop the subject altogether, now that wwas a touchy ssubject ffor hhim.

Deme thought aabout what she continued to ssay. All honesty? Yes, he probably needed a study-buddy to keep him on track. He sighed. ''Yes, probably. I get ddistracted really easily.'' He aexplained with a small shrug. He giggled slightly when Cleo pointed out her shoes. deme couldn't I agine someone wearing those shoes and walking with any success. ''They're so tall... vhy do you vear them if you cannot valk in them?" He asked, shaking his head slightly when he heard his own sentence. Occasionally Deme's accent came out more, especially when he spoke quickly, like just then, his Russian accent was always there, but usually it was more under control. ''Do I need to repeat myself? Or did you understand that?" He asked, deciding that it would be simpler to just repeat himself again so the poor girl could actaully understand what he was trying to ssay. ''Vhat I said vas, if you cannot use the shoes vithout falling down, vhy use them.'' There, much better, she was sure to actually understand him now. He shrugged sslightly at her apology, he would've laughed at himself ffor slipping on a book, but Deme also had a questionable sense of humor. "It is okay.'' He reassured, flicking his hair out of his eyes. When she continued to aapologise, Deme simply nodded again, that was the sesecond ggirl now that ffelt the need to apoloigse more than ones for a mmistake. ''Like I said, it is okay, I am fine.'' He repeated with a ssmall nod. He sighed slightly as she continued. ''I svear to you and Merlin. I am completely, and entirely, one hundred recent fine aand I promise I vill not die or have some sort of serious condition because of your book.'' He said, smiling slightly. ''Is that good enough?"

 

[Cleo Silver]

Cleo honestly thought that she had slipped into a alternate dimention, This boy a complete stranger who wasn't forced was being nice to her. Cleo knew she was probably appearing as very weird but she didn't know any different, the boy accepted her offer of assistance and she gave a small smile.
The boy asked about her shoes, she could pick he was russian right away, Cleo herself was Australian but moved to New Zealand when her siblings started school. She giggeled lightly 'No no its okay, i understand you.' she said with a smile. She hung her head low when she answered his question, she was ashamed 'I thought that if i looked better and different people would want to be my friend, but it hasn't worked, I asked my Sister to send over some clothes but she sent over shoes aswell and demanded i wear them with the outfits or she would never help me again.' The young witch was very softly spoken, her voice never traveled and she always kept out of family feuds because it suited her better so she never had a reason to use her voice.

Cleo smiled when the boy swore to merlin he was fine but she was still worried, 'If it hurts go see a nurse, tell them that its my fault so you don't get in trouble by my aunt for damaging her books.' she added, she was a worry sometimes, she wanted everyone to be happy and healthy and if she did something to prevent that she would crawl up into a ball and blame herself untill they were fine again... figuretively speaking ofcourse.

Cleo pulled out a chair and sat down 'Deme, What house are you in?' she asked curiously

 

[Deme Aurelious]

Deme ran his hand through his hair and pulled on it a little, he probably needed a hair cut, but he liked his hair this length, it could be a little thinner, since it was getting quite thick lately. Deme let out a sigh of relief. "That's good, I hate it vhen I speak too fast for people." He confessed with a small sigh. "I'm trying to pick up the New Zealand accent of my new family, it's sort of vorking, but I have trouble vit my 'W's', they're hard." He explained meekly, he'd been trying to actually pronounce. He nodded in understanding, looking nice and presentable usually did cause people to talk to you, but if you were stumbling all over the place, it could scare some people off. "Maybe you should find your own style. One that you're comfortable with." He advised, not really sure where he was getting all this 'wisdom' from, or why he was giving it to the girl, but he was and he might as well continue. "Because if you're uncomfortable, it's a little confusing." He finished, imparting some advice that the girl seemed

Deme shook his head, for one, he hated hospital and anything remotely similar to them, that included the Hospital Wing. His might-turn-out-to-be-a-bruise wasn't even that bad anyway, maybe a lovely red mark in the shape of a book, it wasn't like he was going to die or anything, if he did, he would be quite shocked indeed. "Don't worry, I'm totally fine." He reassured once again. If he visited the nurse everytime he was sore, he'd be there nearly everyday, he tended to fall over and get paper cuts a lot, a side effect from being clumsy. "So you don't need to feel guilty or anything, the book looks quite fine to me." He added, looking at the book, but then his brain fully registered what she had said. Damaging her Aunt's book? But wasn't it a school book. He double-checked the book, it was indeed a school book, so he made a well educated guess, and hope it was correct. "Is you're Aunt the librarian?" He asked curiously, looking around for the mentioned librarian. It must have been nice to have an adult to lean on that you trusted, though Deme would probably die if one of his adoptive parents worked at the school, but if an adoptive Aunt or Uncle came to work, he'd quite like that, it would be fun. Deme laughed slightly, he was in Ravenclaw, but from what he knew about other Ravenclaws, he wasn't much of one. Apparently Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart, but Deme didn't feel very smart at all, or remotely 'Ravenclaw-like', so he shrugged. "Vell... I'm in Ravenclaw House." He asnwered with a small nod. "I know I don't seem like much of a Ravenclaw, but I am in the house."​

 

[Cleo Silver]

Cleo watched the boy pull his hand through his hair, his hair looked black, her sister had black her and her brother had brown hair, she was the only one in her family with blonde hair, it was rather strange. Cleo smiled lightly 'My Sister talks faster than I bullet train, I can understand anyone' she said, she wasn't lying when she said her sister talked faster than a bullet train, she always talked as if her words were the finest gold and should only need to be heard once. Cleo tried not to giggle when he pronounced his w's as v's it sounded funny, it reminded her of an old Movie she watched where one of the guys said everything with v's instead of w's.

The young witch hung her head low when he suggested getting her own style, her own style was jean's, ballet flats and a T-shirt with a Hoodie which hid her face. Truthfully she felt ignored wearing what she did that's why she changed 'Theres a Method to my madness, trust me' she said not wanting to go into it to much, she liked how she looked but she would never admit to it, she would probably revert to wearing flats soon.

Cleo was still concerned for the boys safety but he insisted he was fine so she didn't want to press the matter any further. Cleo looked at the book and cringed her nose 'Yes, my aunt is the Librarian' she said plainly, she wasn't going to hide the fact or anything like that. 'My Aunt loves books, she writes them and cares for them, she hates when people treat them like toilet paper' she said, she knew some kids drew on books for fun, shaded in the pictures, even ripped pages out to keep for themselves and it made her aunt very angry, she liked her books to be kept on a good condition and Cleo was the same, if she could she would have them in special boxes so they didn't get damaged, Books just had this aura about them.

Cleo looked at the boy curiously when he said he was in Ravenclaw house, to be perfectly honest she didn't see him as a Ravenclaw, he seemed like a hufflepuff or even Gryffindor. 'Correct, But you never know, you might have untold intelligence and become the minister of Magic one day' she said with a smile 'I'm ravenclaw aswell if you haven't guessed, the house drips off me like a horrible smell' she said with a half smile, she knew she was branded as the smart Ravenclaw friendless girl.

 

[Deme Aurelious]

Out of Character:

Sorry for the late reply!

Deme listened quietly as Cleo spoke about her sister, she sounded a lot like his own sister, very talkative and difficult to understand in certain situations. Maybe it was just something all sisters shared? Deme couldn't be sure, he only had his adoptive sister, because his original family how only had him. Truth be told, Deme wasn't sure what a bullet train was, but it sounded quite fast indeed. "I suppose you're lucky then, to be able to understand anyone. That is quite a talent." He said, with a small nod. Not everyone could understand anyones accent, because accents were so different from each other, it was amazing to the young Ravenclaw. Deme tilted his head slightly when Cleo hung her head, then shrugged when she spoke, if she wanted to dress that way, it was her decision, Deme wasn't trying to rule her life, and even though he had just met her, he was a little worried about her, because if she kept tripping over like that, she might trip down stairs or something and break a bone. "Don't worry, you don't have to listen to me. But... maybe you should try some flatter shoes?" He suggested. He had seen some girls wear little flat shoes around, or sandels. "Just so you don't break something one day." He added, trying not to appear pushy or anything.

Deme was relieved when Cleo finally decided that she didn't have to worry about him, because she wasn't asking about how he was, or apologising anymore, so Deme was sure that she'd decided to drop it and no longer felt the need to worry about him. A smile spread across his face, it must be fun to have an aunt as the librarian, it would definately make Deme spend more time in the library if one of his adpotive aunts worked here. "That must be fun, to have a relative here with you." He mused. When Cleo went on the decribe her aunt a little bit, Deme nodded, his adoptive father was like that, he really loved reading and books, and his books were his prized possessions, Deme found it funny sometimes, because sometimes it seemed like he cared about those books more than his wife, but Deme knew that this wasn't true. "My adpotive father is like that. He really loves his books and sometimes I'm allowed to read them, but sometimes he gets really worried and thinks I'll drop them." The small boy said with a shrug. Deme wasn't destructive, so he wouldn't go out of his way to destroy the books, but sometimes he would trip over or something and drop one. Deme smiled weakly when Cleo looked at him, obviously she hadn't expected him to be in Ravenclaw, even Deme didn't expect to be in Ravenclaw, because it was for smart people, not people like Deme. It wasn't a bad thing to be in Ravenclaw, because lots of smart people were there and they all seemed nice enough, so he wasn't embarrassed to be in Ravenclaw, but he just wasn't sure why he was in Ravenclaw. "Yeah, deep down inside me there is an intelligent person." He said sarcastically, rolling his brown eyes. "It's not a bad thing to be in Ravenclaw though, the colour's nice." Blue was always a favourable colour. "So do you want to start studying for something now?" He asked curiously, there were enough books, but if Cleo had something to do right now, he could wait.​

 

[Cleo Silver]

Cleo smiled nervously, her long blonde hair fell around off her shoulders and seemed to want to cover her face, to protect her or something like that. Cleo knew Deme was right, she didn't have to dress so drastic but her sister would kill her if she wore anything apart from what she had chosen out for her. 'My Sister would kill me if she ever found out, she says High shoes make your but look better and guys will find you more attractive mouse' she said mimicing her sister 'My Sister calls me mouse cause she says i'm scrawny and twitchy' she added just incase Deme thought she was a bit special and started to name random creatures at random points in time.

Cleo tried to change the subject. 'My aunt is always keeping an eye on me' she said softly not sure if her Aunt was around right now and if she was gonig to get a talking to later about hanging out with a boy alone in the library.
Cleo raised an eye brow 'Are your Adoptive parents Magical?' she asked wondering if he knew about the simple spell that would make books hover if they ever got dropped, her aunt loved the spell and she used to get amused for hours just sitting in the living room dropping a book and picking it up trying to throw it down with so much force that it would almost hit the ground but it never did.

Cleo giggeled 'You're in a Library, you are Intellegent according to the Slytherins, so they can make fun of you' she said with a bit of a tone to her voice.

Cleo was about to answer Deme's Question when a book when flying over her head to be tucked in to the shelf behind her, she ducked and looked up to see her Aunt standing there looking at her. she Blushed furiously and smiled at Deme 'I.. have to run, I'll talk to you later' she said as she ducked off and quickly ran down the aisle to her aunt.

 

[Deme Aurelious]

Deme nodded in understanding. "Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her." He said quietly, as if Cleo's sister would come out of no-where and yell at him for suggesting that she should decieve her. "My siblings only call me Demetrius, or sometimes Deme, that's about it really." He added, Deme had not really had a nikename, not one he wanted to keep anyway. Deme smiled sligtly, it would be nice to have someone having your back all the time. "It must be nice, you're lucky." He commented, flipping his dark blue hair out of his eyes and smiling, when she asked about his adoptive parents, he nodded. "Yes, though they don't use their magic much because they live in a Muggle area, and I have a younger adoptive brother that obviously hasn't really learnt about magic, they didn't want to spoil all the 'surprises'." He explained. They weren't even entirely sure if Deme was magical, which added to why they didn't use magic for awhile.

Deme giggled along with Cleo, she was probably right, because there seemed to be quite a stereotype. If a Ravenclaw was in the library, they were studying, not chatting and tripping over things and giggling quietly to eachother. It was a little silly, but funny to think about non-the-less. When Cleo ducked, Deme turned around and quickly ducked himself when he saw a book coming their way, why was someone flying books in their direction? What had they done? He turned to Cleo, hoping to see if she had a resonable explaination as to what had happened, but instead of saying much, she turned a deep shade of pinkie-red and smiled, telling him that she had to go. "Okay?" He said in an unsure tone as she dashed off into one of the many aisles of the library. Maybe her aunt wanted her? It wasn't the end of the world, they were in the same house, and the same year, they'd meet again, so, Deme shrugged it off and decided that he'd pack away her books for her, and then left the library.
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