No Burning Anything, Please?

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Aethlinde Arlett

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OOC First Name
Marga/Teigs for now
Wand
Knotted 8 Inch Whippy Larch Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
Age
1/2027
Aethlinde Arlett was still quite adamant about nof attending Hogwarts New Zealand, but of course, as per usual, her older siblings had won out. She really did prefer being homeschooled but then the others had preferred her to be sent to a formal school. It was a relieving thought nonetheless that Eli wasn't present within school grounds. So, at the very least, she could be more free with her academics. She wasn't very capable in those fields after all. In fact, all she wanted was to improve her skills in sketching and photography, but since a little incident in the courtyard, she had been careful to avoid being around people even more. And so, on a quiet day just before sunrise, the young Hufflepuff went down to the lake and sat near the waters, taking pictures of every beauty of nature she could see and when she was contented, she brought out her new sketch pad and indulged herself in her passion.
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Havoc Zhefarovich dreaded this year since he already heard that Chaos, his younger twin, was on a rampage of destruction. Havoc did not know how to handle it, and decided that he was just not going to stress over it anymore. Chaos was going to end up on the wrong side of punishment one day, and he was not going to be there to save him. Havoc had enough. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked the corridors, before ending up outside of the castle. He avoided all family members right now, since he did not want to play 'babysitter'. He was losing out of his own social life! As he walked along the lakefront, his purple eyes noticed a girl, a very pretty girl, drawing. He took the tiniest of peaks in a subtle manner, before saying, "You are really talented."​
 
"No internet that's ridiculous" grumbled Hemi who had been told that he had no access to technology. Sure he had magic now, but he hadn't mastered a single spell yet! To stop himself from feeling annoyed, he went to the lake. It was there when he saw two people engaged in conversation about a piece of artwork, "Hello! Nice artwork, is that how you occupy yourself with no youtube or twitter?"
 
Aeli really didn't like people. They were noisy and they like snooping around. Some of them even cause trouble and destruction whilst she merely wished for a peaceful life. She had been so caught into her sketching that she had not noticed when two people had sneaked up behind her. She squeaked softly in surprise and instantly closed her sketch pad and bowed her head to keep her face hidden using her long hair. "S-sorry," she squeaked softly though severely confused by the second boy's words. So she merely kept silent as she grabbed her camera, not really knowing how to interact with them. Last time she interacted with people didn't go well after all.
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Oh right Hemi forgot that most people here didn't grow up in the muggle world like him. "Uh, muggle stuff." Hemi replied, "Don't worry about it." He could tell there wasn't much going on over here and decided that it was better to move on. "Anyway, see you later!" He then turned and started to return to the castle.
 
Havoc scratched the back of his neck when the younger Gryffindor just left, and he sighed in relief. He was strange. Shaking his head, he sat down next to the Hufflepuff girl. He placed his hands on both of his sides. The girl said that she was sorry, and she was squeaking too. Havoc knew at once that she was shy. He smiled as he stared ahead, "You don't have to be sorry. I'm Havoc." He didn't want to stare at her. She might feel better if she didn't have a pair of purple eyes on her.
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If Aethlinde's perception of people had been weird, one of the boy's that had left as soon as he arrived had proven that humans were indeed weird. They were hard to understand. At the very least, artwork was only as weird as she would make it out to be. The young girl didn't really know what to do when the other boy had opted to sit beside her and introduce himself to her. At least, he wasn't staring at her, she wouldn't know what to do if he stared at her like a painting. "U-uhm. Aethlinde," she spoke softly just enough to hear but still avoiding to look at him. She wasn't going to be rude if it was possible, after all, she didn't want trouble.
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Havoc continued to stare forward, before he placed his hands into his lap. The last thing he wanted to scare off someone. He was not going to be like Chaos. He refused to be as reckless. Havoc knew that this girl would likely run if he decided to take one look at her. He knew what she looked like though. She was beautiful. From his understanding, she might even be a part-veela. He heard her name, which was a little hard to pronounce. "You wouldn't mind if I called you 'Aeth' do you. Also, you seem to be good at drawing. Your talent could take you places in due time." If she was quiet like this, then perhaps he could possibly attempt to get her out of her shell. It might bring up some sort of amusement to see who she really was, hiding behind a curtain of hair.​
 
Aethlinde didn't know what the boy could possibly accomplish by continuing to sit by her. She wasn't entertaining to say in the least with her silence along with her small and petite frame If anything, this boy could probably easily crush her if he so desired, but he didn't which made her curious. Especially since he looked like a boy from her own house to which she didn't care to associate with. Not that she ever did with anyone. She shook her head at his question. She didn't mind being called Aeth. It was refreshing from being called Aethlinde or Aeli. It was new. "They're not," she said softly disagreeing with him about her talents. Her sketch book had once been burnt, all because the person had thought that a pile of ashes were better than her drawing. From then on, she had lost faith in the only thing she truly was good at. She was good for nothing, useless and a a disappointment.
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This girl went through something once. Otherwise she would not be as low in self esteem as she was now. He was quite curious as to how her past affected her to make her so unwilling to praise her work. Havoc continued to stare ahead, knowing that she will likely still be uncomfortable if he were to stare. His purple eyes lowered to the floor before he eventually crossed his legs. He uttered, "Did someone do something to ensure your low feelings toward your work?" Havoc paused for a moment. He sighed. "My word is often the truth of what I think. And if I find your work good, then you have exceeded an average person's expectations." Havoc was having a hard time keeping this up. But he was managing. The last thing be wanted was to scare someone.
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Aethlinde flinched as Havoc had asked a question that should have been expected. It was true that someone had done something to her previous artworks. She used to have a lot. A whole sketchbook full. But that sketchbook was now reduced to ashes and dumped into the trash. All thanks to a Slytherin prefect that she knew was familiar with but knew not the name. He had set her sketchbook on fire whilst it was in her hands and insulted the very thing she was good at. But that had remained a secret between her and that boy over the last year. She chose to not answer Havoc for if he did not lie to her she might as wellr eturn the same courtesy. "Thank you, I suppose," she stuttered out though still quite unsure of herself and her talents.
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Havoc knew the answer to his question. She might not have answered, but he knew the answer himself. Someone did do something to her. He looked down as he figured that he could perhaps use her. She seemed to have low self esteem, and for someone that had beauty, and wonderful art, she needed to be exploited. Maybe the attraction or favor toward Hufflepuffs ran in his blood, just like Chaos'. Havoc reached older, and brushed her hair over her shoulder, so that he could get a good look at her. She might have ducked from his looks, and his face, but he was not going to force it. He said in a soothing voice, "You should considering coming to the Yule Ball with me. We can get to know each other better." Havoc looked into her facial features, and his purple eyes were very clear, though one could see no emotion through them. He was hiding it cleverly.​
 
Aethlinde revelled in the current silence between the two of them. It was nice, not being forced to talk, or being lashed out on. She had been about to open her sketchbook when she felt her hair suddenly being moved and placed over shoulder to her back which now revealed her face. In her surprise, she had suddenly faced him and her green orbs met his purple ones. Her face paled at the sudden realization that she was currently being seen, being looked at, but his purple eyes enchanted her. She wanted to sketch them, capture their beauty. Her eyes widened at his words though she made no move to resist the soothing tone his voice held and she could only nod to his words, although she was inwardly biting her lip for the decision she had made. There would be lots of people in the ball after all.
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Havoc noticed that she agreed to be his date to the ball, and though he hated things like that, he could endure it. He had something to do there anyway. Havoc smirked, before he simply stared ahead, allowing his presence alone to just sit there with Aethlinde. He did not say anything more, but he did not want to. He did not want to talk. This little disguise was exhausting him to some point. It was hard being one half of something when Chaos was not here. One could even say that Chaos often did Havoc's bidding. Did Havoc wish for Logan's death? Not necessarily, but he did believe that those pests needed to be disposed of. Preferably in a manner that did not involve getting caught. The one next to him was not pure. That was something he could tell. Yet, as long as her muggle history was rather nonexistent, she would have his attention.
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