Academy for Troubled Wizards discussion

Sorry, guys, but you will have to eat all together. ;)

Lena and Alfredo walk in. Why do I melt when I'm around him, she thought?

((Is it like a queue or what?))

Alfredo smiles, standing besides Lena. He looks around for somewhere to sit, and spots one, leading Lena. He takes a seat, letting himself fall into his seat, his black coat floating down dramatically. He roles his white eyes at it, ignoring the looks people were giving him for treating his coat like it had a personality. They were dim-wits, and wouldn't recognize a spell if it punched them in the face.

His coat, like most other of his possessions, reacted and moved like his emotions. They were usually just average, as that was how he felt, but now that he was calm it flowed gracefully around him, giving him a powerful, mysterious, smoke-like effect, though also making him look a little laid back.

(( lol it could be if you want(; *she said mysteriously winking an eye))

"You charmed your coat?" she said smiling as food came in front of her. "Disgusting slop!" she smiled and stood. "I'll be right back" she whispered in his ear.

Lena came back to their seats with two trays. They had absolute divine foods, drinks and desserts on them. "What?" she said as inosently as she could when Alfredo looked at her. "I'm a taker. I take" she said as she bit into a chocolate strawberry. Looking into his deep meaningful eyes, Lena laughed and went back to eating.

Alfredo chuckled, and smiled at her, observing her silky black hair and ice blue eyes, and the way her dark clothing brought out her divine figure. He smiled, slipping his fork into his food.

"Thanks. No, I didn't charm my coat. For as long as I can remember, things around me, most frequently my possessions, reflected my emotions, or physical health. I'm not sure why." He shrugged his shoulders casually, slipping the food into his mouth and pulling the fork back out.

"Most peculiar. My single theory is that it either involves your last teacher or it's simply your being showing you its there" she looked at him and again she melted. He smelt of the woods, she didn't know why. Lena finished her strawberries. She picked up her fork but dropped it. She went to grab it but so did he. Their hands touched for a brief moment, Lena quickly looked up at him forgetting the fork.

Alfredo looked up and sunk into the icey blue depths of her eyes. She smelt of frosted cherry blossoms, which matched her appearance. She looked like a cherry blossom tree with frosted flowers at night, with a thick, clear, black night behind it. The shine in her hair was like the stars. He couldn't imagine how beautiful she would looks with diamonds in her hair...

He looks down from her mesmerizing features and slips his hand under hers, picking up her fork. How cheesy... As he lifted it up, it seemed to glimmer and shine, like a diamond. He held it close to him, inspecting it, before holding it up as if to catch the light. The truth is he was testing it's diamond like quality to her hair.

He was sure his nonexistent pupils had dilated, and he felt a rush, before a warm, fuzzy feeling in his bones, which confused him.

looking down at the fork still clutched in his hand, he offered it to her, smiling kindly.

It was her fork.

"Th ...thank you" she muttered still lost in his meaningful eyes, his strong and built figure, his mesmerizing forest smell, his sharp but soft cheek bones and his gentle face. Everything about him got her head spinning and all she could do was smile. She took the fork and looked away, resuming eating supper. Lena knew she needed to clear her head and think about what she wanted to happen. But for now, at dinner, she could be lost in his demeanor. She felt like an idiot because the smile would not leave her face. Talking was pointless since neither person could stop looking at each other to form a word. Lena finished her dinner and stood. "Meet me at midnight at the moonlight fountain" she whispered in his ear as she left. Lena walked out beaming and looked back once at him.

Alfredo watched her leave, and looked down at his food. He slipped his hand under it and tipped the remainder in the bin. He was no longer hungry.

As he walked, his coat billowed out behind him majestically. He seemed to blend in with the night, yet stand out from the world at the same time. He stood taller, looking even more majestic, mysterious and powerful.

Alfredo walked in with Lena and took a seat.

"You want to steal breakfast or should I? Because I am not one for.... It looks like eggs but also like bacon and I'm just not too sure?" she said smiling at him

Alfredo shrugged. "You stole yesterday, I could steal today." He smiled.

She laughed. "Ok. Let's see you steal for a useless cause" she said teasing.

Alfredo nods, and stands up. He takes two steps and seems to disappear into the crowd.

Mere minutes later, he returns with two plates of french toast, knives and forks, Maple syrup, Banana's, strawberries, bacon and mushrooms, all on a silver tray. A blue flower in a white vase decorates the middle of it.

"Oh now your just showing off" she said laughing and eyeing the flower. Lena bit into her French toast and felt the sweet sensation run through her body. "It's been so long since I've had a real breakfast. Thank you"

"That's okay." Alfredo said, smiling, as he took his seat.

"Let's make things interesting. I'll trade you, a memory for a memory?" she asked. If she was going to get to know him, she might as well let him in also

"Sure." Alfredo says, biting a strawberry.

Lena searched her mind for a moment. She grabbed his hand and the world around them disappeared. They sat there and watched her memory.

First you could see Lena and another girl. Her sister. Then the image changed to that of them in the Cairo museum of antiquities taking a ancient book. Smiling all the way. The imaged changed again and you saw the two girls standing on top to the Eiffel tower. Looks of terror on their faces. Lena and her sister were standing at gunpoint. The man stood there with hate in his eyes, the gun pointed at Lena. Lena spoke up but you could not hear her. All of a sudden the gun went off and the last image was Lena kneeling in a pool of her sisters blood, holding her cold hand.

It was a memory that she'd never shared with anyone before. Lena herself had forced herself to forget.

Alfredo watched silently. He felt sorry for her, which was new, and he didn't really know what he was feeling. He wondered if she wanted him to share another memory. He would anyway.

As she attempted to move her hands away, he clutched them back and held them close to his chest.

The image of her and her sister morphed away, replaced with that of a small boy, Alfredo, with a man and a woman.

The mans hair is grey and fuzzy, and he is laughing. His laugh is low and tumbling. He has bright blue eyes.

The woman has curling white-blonde hair, and bright green eyes. She is slender with broad shoulders, and is hugging the boy to her chest.

The Boy has a broad smile, and is showing all his tiny white teeth. His hair is black with white patches, and his eyes are a glowing amber.

The scene disperses and is replaced by another. Both adults and the child are still there, but it is darker and the boy is older. Around four. The woman is cradling the boy with terrified eyes, and the man is pacing the room.

The door bursts open and the woman screams, as three men in uniforms barge into the room. They walk into the room, the commander over to the father and snaps his neck. The woman screams again, but is shot multiple times. They reach for the boy, but stop, eyes wide, and pull back their arms with a scream. Black vines wind up their arms, coming from the boys back. They constrict, and blood spurts everywhere as the vines crush the men.

They stare at the small boy as he weeps over his mothers corps. The boy looks up at the men, eyes dark, and they begin to back away. Within seconds, the scene is filled with blood. All that is left is the boy crying over his parents.

The scene changes, and shows the same boy, around seven, with a little black dragon on his lap. He is sitting on a door step, and is in dirty, scruffy clothing.

The dragon shivers, and the boy makes a small black fire in his hands. The dragon places it's hands in the fire, but the boy falls backwards as the door is opened by a tall man with black hair, and a curly black mustache. His hair is greying, and he stares down at the boy in disgust, before noticing the black fire in his hand and dragging him inside.

The scenes fade, and Alfredo looks up. "I'll show you more, sometime, but I don't want to be going on and on."

"What were their names?" she asked. "I find if I try and forget the name then it's easier to clean up the body, and forget." Zola felt bad for him. She knew the feeling of being lost and helpless. Alfredo had that feeling many times. Zola hoped that her deign here making him happy would take that feeling away

Alfredo smiles sadly. "Do not worry for me." He said quietly. "I have been taught to forget the past. I no longer feel sorrow of those days. I can not change them. They will have always happened, and no matter how hard you try to forget them, they will still be there. I find it best to embrace the sorrow and use it to build strength, to find knowledge in the depths of despair. I would not be where I am today if that had not happened."

"Alfredo, you are so strong. I... I don't think I can forget her as hard as hard as I've tried to. finding knowledge in despair has been extremely difficult. I really loved having a sister." she said her voice shaking. She looked down and took a breath.

"I know." Alfredo murmured, and touched her hands gingerly. "Sometimes it's hard to see what knowledge can come from such a thing, but one thing I do know is you shouldn't be trying to suppress your memories. Why would you want to forget about something you loved so dearly?"

"I don't want to forget her per say, only the moment that she died. Despite my efforts she still died. I did everything I could, there was a man in Germany that taught me how to be a surgeon, I could have saved her but... There was something persisting that I didn't. The man that shot her, he didn't leave, he stayed and watched me and then when I tried to perform an aorta repair he... Ummm- he... Well he just didn't want me too. That is the moment I've tried to forget. I lover my sister and I will always remember her smiling face but that scenario just plays out in my mind. That's why you, Alfredo are so strong"

Alfredo smiles, and opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off by The doors slamming open. Alfredo pales, and slowly slinks under the table, but someone grabs his arm.

A man with greying short black hair and a Curly mustache glares down at the boy, before ripping him off his chair and disappearing, along with Alfredo.

((soz, will explain in emails... :( ))

Lena screamed his name. "No, no! What the hell! No, you bastard! Give him back!" she screamed. This caused the turning if many heads in the dining hall. She felt at a loss and didn't know what to do.

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