Closed Questions That Will Never Be Answered

[Giselle Rosenberg]

The blonde had been working at her posters, she didn't changed much she only made them bigger and more of them. If Lius would mess with her again, she could meet with her fists again. There was room for another blue spot she believed. The way people made fun of her posters or her cause made her blood boil. But she had to work on her plan as well. And she needed to talk to Styx about quidditch, perhaps he could help her out or had advice. Giselle would go to the Quidditch games she had decided, it would be hard to keep her mouth shut, but she needed to observe. The game, the people and what happend. If there would be more accidents she could speak from her own point of view and experiance. Giselle found an spot outside at the lakefront towards an tree. It was nice weather and the sun burned on her skin. She went with her hands through her curls and looked at the notebook in her hand. Giselle thought for an moment.. what else to do? Perhaps if people knew what happend to her mother they would understand, but it was too early for Giselle. She could not do it.. Use her mother for this. But after all she did it for her and for herself, and hopefully to save people from the dangerous sport.​

She took an picture of her mother out of her pocket and looked at it. Could she see her now? Giselle looked up to the sky, but how could you tell? It made her so mad that her brother played quidditch, did he had to be killed as well? Gabriel didn't understood it. He was older but way more stupid, Giselle thought. She sighted for an moment looking at the picture, she didn't liked telling people. And most of the people were stupid, so they didn't had to know. Giselle looked at the picture of her mother. She could not even cry about it anymore, she only felt anger and tried to push her grieve away. Giselle had never been grieving the right way, her father had told her. But she didn't need anyone to help her, it was stupid to talk to some woman, she could never understand. The blonde had been yelling to the psychologist or whatever the woman was called when she was younger. They ended it after one session, and that was enough for the blonde. It had been already too much. Giselle needed to make an good plan, so brainstorming it was.​

 

[Mackenzie Dawson]

Mackenzie hadn't even been back at school that long and she was already bored again. Class had only just started and the ones she had this semester weren't all that great so she couldn't say she was enjoying them. Then again there was very little she actually enjoyed. She had considered joining a club but had decided against it. She hadn't thought it through and she wasn't someone to make impulse decision so at least now she had another year to think about it. It was highly likely she wouldn't have enjoyed it anyways. It did make her wonder what other students did when they got bored. Play quidditch, have club activities, hang out with their friends? They were all solid options but not specifically ones that fitted her. She didn't play quidditch, hadn't joined a club and in all honesty didn't have many friends. There were a couple of girls in her dorm that didn't seem to bad, like Delilah and Violette, but she wasn't sure if she could call them friends. Didn't even know if they would want to hang out with her and didn't feel like hurting her pride by being the one to ask. She'd be fine.

Looking for anything interesting Mackenzie had made her way outside, wandering around and quietly observing some of the other students out there as she passed them. When she got closer to the lake she noticed a familiar blonde, looking deep in thought. The corners of her mouth curled up for a second as she set course for the other girl. Giselle had been one of the few people she had met that she didn't dislike right away and Mackenzie wasn't quite sure what her deal with quidditch, or in general, was but it did make for some interesting situations which would beat wandering around on her own, bored. She casually sat down across from Giselle once she reached her, a hint of a sly smile on her face. as she looked at her. "Planning your next move?"

 

[Giselle Rosenberg]

Giselle was busy with her idea's thinking when she heard an voice of an girl. She looked up and spotted Mackenzie. The girl wasn't that bad at all, she was the type Giselle thought of wanted to go ahead shopping. But Giselle didn't made easily friends, and she just liked the girl for now. Or to be better said, she didn't disliked the girl. Half of the school she did disliked, so that was something. The blonde grinned for an moment, the girl knew what she was doing and showed interest. That was good. '' Hey. Something like that yes.'' The blonde than responded to the girl. She showed the poster to Mackenzie, and did know the girl had nothing with quidditch, so that made her like her already.​

'' You know that girl, who Styx was about to kill with the red hair Lius?' Giselle than started and suddenly felt that she could perhaps have some support from Mackenzie. '' I punched her last year. In the face. And got away with it.'' The blonde than told the girl. Giselle wanted to see what kind of person Mackenzie was, and what she liked or not. And if she was approved than she could fill her in about stuff. '' She's trying to get an trampoline, because Gryffindor has one. So childish.'' The blonde than told the girl. Giselle put the picture quickly inside her pocket again and than looked at Mackenzie. '' So do you still survive with your roommates?'' The blonde asked her with an smile. ​

 

[Mackenzie Dawson]

Mackenzie wasn't specifically interested in what Giselle was doing, what her next plan was in her quest against quidditch, but at least it would give her something to do. She wasn't quite sure what the other girls problem with the sport was either, just knew she somehow had a terrible hatred for beaters which seemed to have led to her being anti-quidditch in general. Mackenzie didn't care much for the sport. She wasn't bothered by its existence and yet she also wouldn't be bothered if it were gone. No emotional connection there whatsoever. Her eyebrows raised when Giselle mentioned she punched a girl. Actually punched a girl in the face. She wasn't quite sure whether she was surprised by the story or whether she approved of it but that wasn't her place anyways. Personally, Mackenzie didn't think she'd ever resort to physical violence. It just seemed like a waste of energy on someone who likely wasn't worth it anyways. But if Giselle wanted to act that way then who was she to tell her otherwise. Mackenzie rolled her eyes at the mention of some other girl trying to get slytherin a trampoline after gryffindor had gotten one. "Typical." She responded with a small shake of her head. She scoffed when Giselle asked her about her roommates. "Barely, but there are.. a few of them that aren't too bad." Mackenzie answered. After having lived with the girls for a year she couldn't say she had missed them over the break, but she had realized that perhaps a few of them were okay, were people she could hang out with without getting annoyed at least. "Yours?" She returned the question to Giselle, seeming to recall that her roommates hadn't been all that either.

 

[Giselle Rosenberg]

Giselle was glad there seemed to be one person that wasn't as childish as all those other students in their year. Giselle judged people quickly by the way they looked. And liked to give nicknames to people. It had been fun last year, to most of her roommates. Giselle looked at Mackenzie her reaction as she told her she punched Lius. She didn't gave too much reaction, so Giselle didn't knew how the girl thought of it. She didn't seemed to approve but also not dissaprove, so that was good enough for the blonde. '' Right. Styx is so done with her...'' She added to it. Giselle grinned shortly when Mackenzie talked about her roommates. '' No? Who are not that bad than?'' Not that Giselle cared much for others too much, and probably had no idea who they were. But she could remember their names and look for them in class. To see if she agreed. When the question was returned the blonde sighted. '' Most of them are stupid and annoying still, so barely alive. '' The blonde than told Mackenzie. She than took a bag with sweets with her and looked at the girl. '' You like one?'' The blonde than asked. She took away her notebook in her bag and looked around. '' I'm bored. What do you like to do mostly?'' Giselle asked Mackenzie. She was interested in getting to know the girl a bit more, so that she didn't had to tell so much about herself. She was glad the girl didn't asked too much. ​

 

[Mackenzie Dawson]

Mackenzie cared very little about a lot of things, being raised in a way that had caused her to close herself off from most people, tell herself not to care. Most of it was just a protection mechanism and so far it had always seemed like it worked. She still wasn't quite sure on her opinion about Giselle but so far the girl hadn't annoyed her which she guessed was enough reason to hang out with her. She couldn't say she condoned of the girls anger and agression, preferring different ways of solving problems herself. Getting angry showed emotion and felt like a weakness. As long as Giselle's anger wasn't towards her and she didn't seriously injure someone Mackenzie didn't care too much about it though and just let it be. "There's these two, Delilah and Violette." She responded coolly to Giselle's question. "They're not that bad, haven't annoyed me yet." She answered. She wasn't exactly sure whether she could call the girls friends or if they even wanted to hang out with her but she thought they were okay at the very least. They seemed calm, not as obnoxious as some of the other girls in her year and were quite alright to talk to. Mackenzie nodded when Giselle mentioned most of the girls in her dorm were still stupid and annoying, meaning their situation didn't sound like it had improved since last year. "No thanks." She politely shook her head when the other girl offered her one of her sweets. It took her a second to think of an answer when Giselle asked her what she liked to do. She didn't have any specific hobbies like she knew a lot of other kids had, was never encouraged to take lessons in one thing or another or to even find something she liked to do. "Nothing special. I like fashion but there's not much to do with that here." She gave a shrug, not wanting to explicitly mention she didn't have any hobbies whatsoever.