If ever there was a time to be not making friend, it was the time when the first set of exams for the people a year from sitting the first set of most important exams of their school career. The OWLs were something, that Elijah had begun thinking a while before, but it was only now, that he sat with someone who'd clearly do well in them, that his mind cast more than just a day into his misty blurry future. Exams like that, Elijah Tine knew would cause all of his hair to fall out. Through no fault of his own, the stress would just get to him. As he thought of this, his own stress levels began to increase. He could almost feel his heart beating faster, and a fear building in the pit of his exams. It was safe to say that, Elijah was not looking forward to the exams. It was right to think that Elijah would either be driven insane with the pressure, or he'd just shut it all off, and just not feel anything at all. It hadn't even hit him, that he was at the mid point of his school career. He'd been so busy with his guitar and the change of house and life style that, 4th year still seemed a million miles away. Which clearly as he was one, was completely not true. He'd be in seventh year, and still think of himself as eleven. There was no denying that at heart, Elijah would always have very childlike qualities. That he would always act more like a child, than a proper teenager or adult. Being a new teenager, he was sure, he was already getting a few things wrong. He wasn't moody. In fact it was hard to catch this teenager without a huge smile on his lightly tanned face. The joy was always clear in the soft green eyes, as were any other emotion that he felt. It wasn't like something of that sort could just be completely shut off. Elijah saw no point in hiding, even if the person wasn't in the end trustworthy, if he was open, then whatever they tried to spread about him, would be something he wouldn't mind others knowing. He wouldn't mind if Logan took everything that he would learn about Elijah during this conversation and put it on lots of flyers and handed them to everyone in the school. He didn't think he was that sort, but it also wouldn't bother him. It was the moment that someone screwed him over, that the less friendly side of the boy came out. As the boy spoke of Eli being better at music, and being laid back, the only thing Elijah could really do was shrug. He knew he was better at music, but he was also aware that, Logan was just trying to even things out, as if Elijah would feel bad or annoyed that Logan had admitted to the fact he was smarter than Elijah. Elijah knew that all humans were created different, and each person had their own strengths. He knew his, and he liked saying that others were better than him at other things. It kept him right. It kept them from trying to persuade Elijah from thinking he was better, when both knew it to be false. It was pointless to try to persuade others they were good at things. Elijah wondered if it was just him with that opinion, but he also knew he hated people who tried to change how he thought of himself when it came to book smarts. His area was music, and no matter, it was the area he would stick to. He knew his music. Songs, lyrics, tunes. There was little in the field of music that Elijah did not know. He didn't talk about it, with others, but he still knew it to be very true. He didn't brag about it. He just didn't need to be told by others that he was smart at quidditch for instance, when Elijah knew he wasn't.
As Elijah continued thinking of his music, his mind was cast to the family of his. The family that he'd found all had their little ticks. Each one, he noticed was actually quite like him. Even his little sister, had the same tendency to get obsessive and forgetful. While each person focused on something different, it was only his father that he didn't actually know much about when it came to what he liked to do. As far as Elijah had seen, his dad was the person in the family who obsessed over work. During any mealtimes, his father sat and eat, while his phone rang off the hook for the entire time. Elijah knew that his father was something called a Lawyer, he earned a lot of money, and Elijah could see that he was good at what he did. It was why, he found it easy to respect the man. If his father did something that he wasn't very good at, and still earned lots of money for it, Elijah was sure, he would barely want to talk to the man. But, since he'd seen his father work, he knew that his father was good at what he did and that he actually worked hard on every case that was handed to him. It was like making a song, Elijah had come to realise, his father made a song, of long words and important points. The versus, were the part of the case that was new information, with some evidence, and then the chorus, was just him constantly reminding the court of why he was right and why the client was either guilty or not. Elijah had begun to wonder if this nature actually came from song writing. Elijah had liked to imagine that his father deep down shared Elijah's passion. A passion and flare for music. His sister, and his mum on the other, had a flare for art and painting. His mother sold her paintings to the highest bidder, and he had to admit that they generally were very good. He'd never really been that interested in Art, so it held little for him, but it didn't mean he wasn't good at seeing what was good and what was not. His mother had also drawn a rather good picture of him. As for his sister, while her flare was still art, it was also in photography. As much as he disliked his little sister, he had to admit that she could take pictures to completely capture any moment. She'd taken pictures of Elijah when he'd least expected it. And while the latter of the bunch he'd been laughing and smiling, the very first, had shown him, as pensive. Almost as though he wasn't happy. Which wasn't completely false. Elijah had never really felt like he'd belonged in his old home, it had been why he'd left, but in the new environment where money was important, was not only new to him, but something he had trouble understanding. Why his parents and sister, believed that money would always make things better, was odd to him. he knew happiness did that. Money hadn't really been an issue, before at his old house, but, he'd felt it in the years between leaving his old house and finding his family. It was pretty easy for him to realise, that while money was useful, it wasn't everything. It wasn't what he wanted his life to revolve around. A pretty simple request. But, one not often considered. In the new house, he felt at times trapped, like he couldn't do what he wanted when he wanted. He still played his guitar whenever he wanted, but his parents weren't as keen on Elijah just leaving the house and going out alone. They hadn't really realised how much time he'd spent alone, wandering and hoping it was the right direction he was heading in. Sure he could understand where they were coming from considering that they had lost Elijah for such a long time, but, it never felt like they'd come looking for him. He surely would've had some record of where he was. So, he also thought they were being unreasonable. He'd said he wouldn't leave. And Elijah had hoped his parents could trust him on at least that note.
Hearing about the Defense against the dark arts, reminded the green eyed Hufflepuff that this was not a think about your past session, but rather an actual conversation with someone other than his own reflection a mirror. Something he had taken to talking to. Weird he was aware, but it was also something that could just be added to the long list of weird things the hufflepuff did, and had long since stopped caring about. If others thought him weird, good on them. It was weird to think that the two were cousins. It had always been him against them. Teachers versus students. But, for Logan it was less of that, since he actually knew one. He wondered if Professor Smith ever talked to Logan about the work he had to mark. He suddenly felt his cheeks warm as he felt embarrassed. If that was true, he could only imagine what Logan thought of Elijah's work. At that, he always wondered what the professors themselves thought of him. It was true that Elijah wanted to be able to read minds. The superpower he wanted was to be able to read others minds. Maybe control them while he was at it. But obviously that could never exist. "Oh god, professor Rowan." Elijah couldn't help but laugh. That was a difficult to forget. He had many run ins with that professor. The one time that stuck out in his mind, was the time he was running late for class and was half asleep. Seeing that professor upon walking into the room, had caused Elijah to literally scream, and then head embarrassedly to his seat. "I think she hated me. She was scary. Especially when you are late, and still half asleep. But not as scary as Professor Styx. I think if I was to run into him in any situation, I'd probably scream in fright. I mean, I'm easily scared, like jump up behind me, and I will scream like a girl, but with him, it's like a slightly friendlier dementor." Elijah continued laughing. he knew that his comparisons were a little odd, but it was the best way of describing anything. Make it wild and odd, and therefore it'll be awesome. Elijah doubted most thought them as awesome, but he could just pretend. It had never crossed the Hufflepuffs mind to actually start any sports. He figured that a musician wouldn't be very good at sports. A person was either good at them or he/she wasn't. Obviously he'd played football. But, that he'd been awful at. Elijah had spent so much time, paying attention to his feet he'd run right into another player. He'd play for fun, but people generally knew to not let Elijah play if it was a serious game. Since he now stayed in France most of the time, more Paris, he couldn't say that it had begun to be easy for him to pick up sports. Surfing seemed pretty cool, but he'd have to find somewhere to go. "I wouldn't mind picking up something like surfing, it seems like a lot of fun. But, I live in Paris most of the time, which isn't a city that lends itself well, to surfing." Elijah laughed slightly. He didn't actually stay in Paris, his home was really Australia, since he'd grown up their, but his family moved between the ridiculous amount of homes they did have. Something that Elijah didn't mind. But thought was also fairly silly. He had however managed to make friends where each of the homes were. They weren't people he was that close to, but it did mean he wasn't completely alone. This was odd, considering at Hogwarts he was most of the time completely alone. It was nice in somewhere like France to have friends. It also meant that he was picking up bits of french and the french boys just loved mocking his Australian accent. Something that he didn't mind at all. he actually rather enjoy listening to them mimick it. Even though it came out weird with the french muddled into it. Over it was just the way that he liked to be with the others that were his age.
Elijah had never thought of himself as doing anything other than music. A weird thought, but true, why he would want to do anything other than music was beyond him. He cared little for money, so he didn't mind if he didn't become hugely famous. He just wanted to play. He actually thought it would be better as a struggling musician. With a strong fan base, and just the pure enjoyment clear. As soon as fame hit, there was a lot more to deal with. All Elijah wanted to do was play. He wanted to write songs by day and play them by night. "I wouldn't say being a musician is a job, but it's what I want to do. There isn't much else I see myself doing to be honest. Just music." Elijah nodded. "I love just playing and writing, so I don't even care if I don't become hugely successful, Money isn't something I'm bothered about, I just want to make music and have fun. If it means I struggle to pay rent, then so be it." Elijah smiled at the thought of him playing his guitar to a cheering crowd. A crowd that would call for an encore, and scream when Elijah played a guitar solo without backing music. He knew that most around their age were considering high paid jobs with lots of pluses and more of a certainty. But, Elijah always said, screw certainty. To be truly free was to not know what was coming next. Plus Elijah didn't do suits or desks. So anything else would be completely out of character for him. As Logan, well, Elijah was sure, he'd become highly successful, in whatever he persued, if it was teaching, or being a healer, or whatever. Elijah just pretty much knew that Logan would be one of those guys who earned a lot, with a pretty girl by his side and a smile while doing it all. Sure for Elijah a desk job wasn't happiness, but he didn't know if it would be the same for Logan. They were pretty different from each other and Elijah knew that. He shrugged as Logan then continued to compliment him about teaching himself. "Well, I practiced a lot. Like, all the time. Every moment of the day, I would sit with my guitar and play. Myles, my foster family, used to get so annoyed with me, since I'd be playing until like three in the morning. He would always be livid, and ready to smash my guitar to pieces." Elijah laughed lightly as he thought of the memory. "If you practice as much as I did at guitar, then you'd obviously be good at it. I had a flare, but I had to work. My hand used to be too small to stretch to get all the chords. I used to do, like finger splits, to try to stretch. Trust me, when you live and breath guitar, it's inevitable that you become good at it. But, What would you want to do, once we leave? Also, I should say this now, I have my money on you being head boy for our year, so don't let me down, I don't want to lose my money. it'll either be you or the other Ravenclaw boy, I have never met but is also very good at being on time for class" Elijah was figuratively speaking but his tone of voice almost said that he wasn't. He was pretty certain that Logan would become head boy. Either him or the other ravenclaw. he couldn't imagine anyone else getting it. As for who'd get head girl, it was still unclear for him who it would be. "Would you work for the ministry or Saint Mungo's? Unless you end up playing quidditch. Any idea what you'd like to do."
As Logan spoke of his girlfriend, Elijah couldn't help but see the clear happiness in the boys face. It was obvious that Logan and Georgiana were very happy together. He couldn't help but feel a little envious of them. He didn't have that any more, but it was just friendly jealousy. Want what you can't have type thing. Elijah knew that a girl who was like him would eventually come along and then everything would be all right. He'd become as happy as Logan was. He almost laughed as Logan told him to not put himself down. "Yeah, but I am hopeless around girls, and I don't have fancy veela genes to help me" He was joking with Logan, he didn't think that the boy had veela genes, but it seemed about as common as it was in Beauxbatons. As for Elijah he knew that he didn't have any of those kinds of genes. It was a lack of confidence in his own appearance, that caused him to be so awkward around the other sex. He'd only been good with his old girlfriend because she'd love music, so he always had his guitar with him. So, it gave him confidence, without it, he was pretty much was as good at talking to girls as a fish. He rambled, and worked hard to try to impress them, but it didn't always help. "I'd quite like to find my girlfriend from first year. I haven't seen her since I left, and I'd like to make it right with her. But, I haven't seen her." Elijah shrugged he didn't mind sharing. "I know you probably won't believe me, but there isn't really anyone. I mean I've met a few girls that are nice, but none that I want to date. I mean I think I would need to find Hillary before I got into anything with anyone else. I know it was a while back, but I mean, I still care about her. It's not like I'm in any major rush. I can't imagine being very good in relationships. I spend way to much time with my guitar. I'd forget to meet her, and her birthday. For now, I'm happily single. How did the two of you meet?" Elijah was actually curious. He might not like anyone himself, but he was a little softy. He loved hearing about others, and if they were to be friends, he had to know a little about this girl of his. He didn't think he'd ever met her. he probably hadn't considering how often he got out, but he was still curious. "How long have you guys been going out? Are you gonna ask her to the ball?"
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Holy Jesus, longest post ever.
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