{Aftermath}Ourfunmightbeover``{But we're not}

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"Ahh, no Nikita. Think of the world and how it might be!" she exclaimed peering over Logan's head to the spread out of the Ravenclaw common room. It was empty, which made complete sense for everyone was at the ball. Everyone except for two Ravenclaws, one severely allergic to Pumpkin Juice, the other carrying the sad little girl on his back. "What make ya think I'll come visit you?" Olivia chuckled softly raising an eyebrow. She wondered what reaction she'd get out of Logan. He'd probably know it was a joke from the upturned corners of her mouth and the delighted tone that radiated behind her words. "Where are you going to live anyway? Wizarding community or Muggle?"

[Logan Kings]

Logan smiled in return to her joke as he pushed his way into the hole that was the entrace to the Common Room. He was grateful for the quiet, for his easr were still ringing loudly from the blasting music down stairs. Quite a few stories down stairs, and now the only thign he could hear was the crackle of the fire, and his and Olivia's breathing.
He turned his back to the couch, and allowed the tiny person on his back to climb off and plop down on the lumpy sofa. He, himself in turn, fell in beside her, and leaned his head back against the cushions, before slumping to one side. He hadn't even done much and he was tired. He could only imagine how his friend felt. "Because, if you don't, I will personally Apparate, kidnap you, and make you come visit" He chortled loudly, and a yawned escaped his lips, producing an odd sound.
"And, I dunno, yet. Maybe one of them mixes. Like Godric's Hollow, but not quite so...dramatic. I hear there are a few around Massachusetts. Like Salem, for example. But, that was pretty dramatic, too. Couldn't you just imagine me living there? The Witch Trials would start all over again"

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"Burn the witch, burn him!" Olivia chuckled leaning against Logan, pushing him slightly. "I will seriously miss you, this school needs someone like you. Plus I need to find a new buddy! Someone else to hold my hair back as I vomit into a bucket. Wouldn't be surprised if some of that delicious stuff went to Bertie Bots. I mean who doesn't want a vomit flavored jelly bean?" Wrinkling her nose she thought of her first and last experience with Bertie Bots Every Flavored Beans. She grew up in a Muggle housing so strange foods weren't very much produced from her mother's kitchen. Unless you called the mysterious goo Mrs. Ryall called "beef stew". That was revolting. Her mind wandered aimlessly still pondering of the idea of being alone at Hogwarts. Sure she had other friends, none like Logan. Mostly fourth years that she might soon grow out of. Ever corner she turned it was tomboys, herself believing in acting like a girl. A bit medieval, and yes she fought for women rights but honestly. Some of the stuff like Quidditch and wrestling Devil Snare didn't appeal to her.
Maybe wrestling a plant or two in Herbology, that she desperately tried to become friends with. "I still can't believe your leaving me next year!" The small frown became apparent on her face as her eyes gazed up at Logan. She was so bloody SHORT!

[Logan Kings]

Logan nodded, and leaned further back, so that, as Olivia rested her head on his shoulder -or arm rather- he could place his head on top of hers, and close his eyes. "Ick. You know me so well" He gave a shudder, and made a rather impolite yeching sound. He hated Vomit Beans. Some of the flavors were okay, but others were completely revolting. Snot, Vomit, ecetera.
"Yeah, can't you just...like skip a bunch of years? Or, drop out! Haha. I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind. Or, if they did, you can come live with my folks. I know for a fact my mother has been just dying to meet you. Plus, Angie cannot believe I actually talk to a girl. But, of course, she thinks Mom and Dad have sent me to an asylum. But, I know she's just jealous that I'm all magical and she's not" He smiled.

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Olivia began to grin, a small spark of hope fluttering in her chest. Maybe she did have a chance. "Unlike you my dear, a Muggle profession is not for me. I don't exactly fit in, well I do, but tell you a secret. Magic still mystifies me, confuses me, and makes me completely frustrated. Wanting me to do more of course. Your... parents?" She reddened at the thought of meeting Logan's parents. "Wait, they know me? Like talking about me around the dinner table, well maybe not there but still? Your parents, uh, care? About your friends I mean. Not that it's wrong. Theoretically parents should want to know. And well, all parents care. I mean what's wrong with that? Nothing. Your parents approve of you. Why wouldn't they? You told me they're cool. So ya! Sure, we must meet over vacation or something. Prove your not in a asylum." She tended to ramble when confused, thus answering her own questions. Wrinkling her nose she frowned. Not that it was strange, but she figured Muggle parents would only want to know how he was doing and not about magic. Keep everything normal, nothing weird in the house. That's at least how it was ran in the Ryall household. Magic isn't to be spoken about and everything is all Muggle related. Heresy, magic is! Especially with the baby on the way..... Her mother on her wits end about to blow up the house. Olivia, afraid that the child might become magical like her, giving another disappointment to the Ryall family name. That or it turned out another girl. Yet again a disappointment.

[Logan Kings]

"Welll, 'course they know you. Can't exactly say the word 'Olivia' or any feminine pronoun without my mother attacking me for information. I'm assuming Mom told the whole family about it. You should read some of the letters my sisters send me. Oh wait, I think I'd really rather you didn't. They're a little...embarassing to say the least" He frowned, though, as Olivia suddenly began rambling on. He picked his head up, and twisted to look her in the eyes. "Your Mom loves you, too, ya know. Muggles are just a little...less imaginitive. Almost everybody who isn't magical is like that. They see somethign that is better than what they have, and automatically, in their heads, convinve themselves it doesn't exist. That, or that it's evil. I know how you feel. My aunt and her family are the same way. Disowned us, just 'cause she saw me turn her cat into a lamp. 'Course that was her favorite cat, but Mary and Macey enjoyed the little trick."
He leaned back against the sofa, grinning as he closed his eyes once again. "Yeah, come visit. Plane ticket or Apparation. I bet I could get you from London to Olympia within a month."

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

She chuckled softly thinking of her home. Olivia missed it at times, sending a letter to her mother everyday. Once she got there she was begging for the blinding heat of summer to be over so the leaves could change showing the signs of Hogwarts reopening. "I know, they're just, infuriating! At least your family jumps down your throat at the sound of a girlfriend- meaning "girl" friends. Heh...." Sheepishly she smiled scooting over a bit, space was a bit of a good thing. "Haven't gotten Apparation down? Figured a, intense, focused man like you could get me in Olympia with a crack, and a pop!" She felt her eyes roll involuntarily imaging an intense, focused Logan. It was like a cow frolicking in a field... stupid.

[Logan Kings]

Logan smiled, thinking of his first attempt at Apparting. It had ended with his left arm on one side of the room, his pinky toe in some girl's hair, and the rest of him one the other side of the room. It had been rather funny, except Logan was missing one pinky toe, and his left arm. And, ya know, some girl was spazzing out. Apparently, toes in her hair wasn't exactly that Hufflepuff's cup of tea.
"Well, I could...but ya might be missing a limb --or two. And a few toes. So...Mabe I'll just run over and pick you up on a broom. There's something I'm good at!" He smiled, and pulled out his wand, which had been rather helpful on the two's adventure up here. He spun it, watching it twirl in mid air, and send out little sparks of different colors and effects. He caught it, easily, and waved it, until it emmited a very firework-like show of falling leaves. He was glad it was fall, for being at home was rather boring, seeing as he knew only one other magical person in his neighborhood, and she was ten. Due to start next year. Too bad he'd never get to see it.
He grinned as he thought of the tiny little redhead girl as she would sit on that stool and wait for the magical hat to be placed on her crown. Maybe the dusty old thing would shout out RAVENCLAW! and Oliva could take her in. They were a lot alike, and maybe the little witch-to-be was like his friend had been before this whole thing-a-ma-jig had changed her life.
Or maybe, the little girl from down the road would end up as a Slytherein, and be trained by Corliss. Or Nikita. This thought had him shuddering, and his skin suddenly felt cold.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Her eyes glazed over at the sight of his handy-work. She was never very good at the flashy part of magic. Mostly textbook, kickyourass kind. "Ya, picking me up with a broom is just as good as giving me a gallon of pumpkin juice. Foolish and explosive....." she shuttered thinking of being so high off the ground that pigeons or ravens, at that point would pick her alive. Olivia didn't mind owls, actually adored her barred owl scoops. Controlled pets. A bit ironic how she was in Ravenclaw, their emblem a raven, and she wanted to kill every last bird that even thought of being near her. At five she made one poof from a scream and a flick of her wrist. Shuttering, Olivia directed her attention back at Logan, who had a habit of wearing his emotions. " Pale and cold, what are you thinking about. Nikita naked? I'd be scared too. " Curling up her feet underneath of her Olivia forced a yawn, ruffling her hair out of habit. It was a bit unkept and knotted tightly but it still looked pretty good outlining her face showing off her bright blue orbs decreased in size from exhaustion.

[Logan Kings]

Logan gave a very showy shudder at Olivia's comment. "Yeah, thanks for that thought. No, I wasn't thinking of a nude Slytherein. But, I was thinking about Nikita. Sorta. See, there's this girl on my street. Her name is Isabella, but we call her Izzy. Loving family, lotsa friends. She's have a great life, but I just remembered. She has the 'spark'" The spark was what Logan often called that pre-wizard/witch stage of magic. "And, I was thinking about when she gets sorted. I was thinking maybe she'll be Ravenclaw. And, ya know, she could be kind of your little pupil, not to place any burdens on your shoulders. You two are a lot alike, though. But, then I thought that she has the possibility of being a...." He didn't even say the name. The thought of Girl Scout, save the Dolphins little Izzy being a snake bothered him. Trul bothered him. "And if she was, you know who'd get ahold of her. Snape and Malfoy. 'Course there'd be Albus, but more likely those two would catch her and...." He frowned, his brow creasing, and he looked momentarily upset. Rather upset.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

A giggle protruded from her lips watching as Logan shuttered, not so sure it was voluntary. "You honestly think that I'll allow Nikita or Kia get a hold of Isabella?! You doubt me? I'd pick the little kid up in seconds! If she's like me then we'll probably get along very well. Even if she turns out Slytherin, she'll be an Albus Slytherin. I promise you that." Her grin widened at the thought of a little Livi. Isabella would be her little piece of Logan since she couldn't keep him at Hogwarts. Reassuring Logan with a nudge and a smile, Olivia blinked twice chasing the threat of sleep. Her mind still was active craving for more interaction with Logan but her tiny stature was to say the least pooped.

[Logan Kings]

Logan smiled as his tiny friend began to drift off, reasured as he was. He could see the two girls, both Ravenclaws--hopefully-- a practical double image, except little Izzy would be tinier...not by much, but definetly smaller.
He stood, and walked to the storage closet where most of the Ravenclaws kept extra books, blankets, ecetera, and pulled a quilt from within.
He chucked it at Olivia, and began talking, once more. "Okay, you have two options. One, you can sleep here, or two, you can sleep here. I mean, of course, I could drag you upstairs to the girl's dorm, but those stairs will most likely drop me on meh ass before I got the whole way up. So, yeah." He put his hand on the back of the couch, and continued. "Of course, if you say please

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Snatching the blanket away from Logan she curled up on the sofa a yawn escaping her lips. The quilt rested underneath her chin warming her little body as her consciousness drifted away. Most of the time to keep herself, well, sharp, she played a game of solitaire. A simple game that most witches and wizards laughed at her about. It wasn't the fact that it was about the only game she could complete perfectly, it was the simplicity in the game itself. Simple, easy. Unlike most of Hogwarts. Between Gryffindor and Slytherin battling it out, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw confused as hell, most being neutral. A night like tonight was great. Normal, and unstressed. Except for the puking and having to be carried, that was unusual.
"Nawl, I'm good.... you, need somea-sleepzy too...." A faint smile carried apon the Ravenclaw's lips as she drifted into sleep where her dreams greeted her, a warm embrace to her exhausted mind.
The night was perfect.
How cliché` it might sound it was.

[Logan Kings]

Logan smiled as he watched her sink into the peaceful oblivion of sleep, and threw himself down on an armchair near by. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes, though his mind was far too active to allow him to sleep. His thoughts sped around inside his head, bouncing off of his skull, and dashing about again, random clips of the dance playing in his mind before fleeing. Watching Olivia walk down the stairs, all prettied up. Dancing with her to the slow song. Break Dancing. Then dragging her up the stairs. It wasn't the most peaceful night, for the loud, ear-splitting music still had his skull vibrating, and his muscles in his legs were sore from the walk up, but it was enjoyable. He opened one of his eyes, and looked at Olivia, who seemed so...not stressed. He knew this war was taking it's toll on her, and it was nice to see her truthfully relaxed, even if only in her sleep.

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

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I believe this boards is finished.....

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